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i only want him if he says it first to me
i wanna, uh, him in the back of his mom's mercury
he looks like he works with his hands, and smells like marlboro reds
it makes me so, uh, and i can't get enough of it
summary: you like when he flirts with you, and he's too quick to adore the blush it brings to your cheeks, but when he desperately needs your help with a campaign repressed feelings begin to surface.
pairing: eddie munson x friend!reader
word count: like 12k
warnings: MDNI! swearing, thigh riding (i hate this why does it always show up in my fics), fingering, slight exhibitionism, oral (f and m receiving), v minor somnophilia, p in v sex, unprotected sex, r is inexperienced , i try to make up a d&d campaign.
notes: ya'll i re-watched ST for s5 and it brought back my love for this man i hate myself and then i wrote this thing in 2 nights bc i was feral with the idea. hope u enjoy it was fun to write.
You drew the short straw.
You cursed Jackie for shuffling them around, arranging them in a pretty order that led to you drawing the smallest one. You groaned as they laughed, as they packed up their things and began to leave you behind still in your theater attire.
And now the pale pink gossamer kept floating into your mouth as you picked up all the props and costume left astray to cart them down to the dressing room. You squatted down, skirts pooling around your feet, scooping up random pencils and wands, swords and sticks, askew leaves and a grey wig.
A door slammed closed.
"Hello?" You called, no one answered. You paid it no attention; it was probably a straggler, some sports player leaving after a long practice, an attendee to some competition. You pushed the large cart down the stage and through the double doors towards the props department. You silently cleaned up, put everything in its place vowing to memorize every stick so you'll never be on clean up duty again. Truly, this was probably only the third time you've had to do it, but it still sucked.
Another door slammed and this time you shot to your feet grabbing the plastic grey sword and brandishing it forward. "Hello!" You called again, their footsteps slapping against linoleum. "This isn't funny! I have a weapon!" Your arm shook as you pointed it towards the door that flew open the next second with a hurricane of frizzy hair and wind that blew the pink gossamer veil over your eyes.
"What are you doing?" There was amusement in his voice. "You'll stab yourself." You moved the fabric out of your face to see the smirk crawling on his face. "M'lady."
You breathed a sigh of relief. "Eddie. What are you doing here?"
"Looking for the props department." He said motioning around the room.
Your eyebrow rose slightly, "Why?"
He stepped closer the chain against his jeans clinking with every step, his body lithe as it moved with his strange fluidity. "Because I needed something."
"And what is that?"
His grin was feline, "You."
In the same chaotic wind he blew in on he grabbed your arm and rushed you out of the room. "Eddie." You gave a tug at your arm, but he kept walking with you, leading you down dark halls and sharp corners, deeper into the school towards his lair. "Eddie." You tried again, more serious using your other hand to pull on his grip pathetically.
He reeled on you a wild light gleaming in his eyes. "You're perfect."
The flush crawled up your neck and you almost forgot about his black painted nails digging into you...almost. "What's going on?"
He sighed hand softening on your bicep, trailing down your arm to lace his fingers with yours. "I backed myself into a corner." You furrowed your brows, "Hellfire?" You nodded along letting him know you understood the mention of his club. "Well as you know I'm Dungeon Master and I've spent months working on this new campaign and the kids have been loving it but..."
"You backed yourself into a corner." You repeated.
His hands wrapped around your face. "Yes! And I'm trying to not let on that I'm flying by the seat of my pants, so I figured out a way to get us back on track."
"Me?"
He cocked his head to the side tenderly. "You." He breathed then dropped his hands. "Well not you, I really went to find your hat to give the illusion of the princess, but when I saw you wearing it, and given your dramatic flair well that bump in the road wrote itself." He beamed wildly, that same smile that could lead anyone into a trance. "Just for a little while until I can nudge them back towards the main plot."
"So, I'm just a plot device to move your characters forward?" Simple enough.
He nodded, "You can even help me write some of your story line." He came closer using a knuckle to tilt your chin up the sharp edges of one of his rings digging in slightly, "Will you do this for me sweetheart?"
Eddie had been your friend for years, your dad had known his uncle which led to impromptu get togethers whenever the two decided to hang out. You developed a kinship with him; watching him play his music from the grass of his lawn, scowling at him for getting the first tattoo, but accompanying him for the second. You'd float aloofly around each other no animosity behind the action. You joined drama club; he built up Hellfire. You watched each other from different planets, waving hello, occasional small talk, you even offered the be his chemistry partner when he had been held back the second time, and he promised to stop smoking in exchange. He was lying though. There was camaraderie there, sweet nothings that the strange cliques of status quo fought hard to squash out. But he was still Eddie, and you were still you gazing up into brown eyes being swallowed into his abyss.
Okay, maybe something else had took root within your chest besides friendship.
"Of course, Eddie."
He leaned in close, lips a breath away. "That's my girl." And with his hand in yours he dragged you into a loud room filled with loud boys who didn't cease their noise as Eddie rounded the table with you.
Until he took his place at the helm with you at his side.
The room crackles into silence as eyes bore into you, then Eddie, then your pink princess hat that floats with a strange phantom breeze. In that moment you see them piecing it together, using that strange logic to continue the story, admiring Eddie's campaign as if he hadn't dragged it up from the props department's dark corner.
"Roll."
"For what Wheeler?" Eddie questions still holding you with an arm around the waist.
"Casting perception."
A small whisper of agreement as another boy shakes dice letting it crash along the table. It stops off to the left and Eddie peers down at it, "12."
The huddle together, "Not helpless."
"But also, a minor threat." 'Wheeler' adds.
"12 is a minor threat?"
"We should trust her."
"And have her turn on us? No way!"
Eddie yawns as he collapses into the chair behind him. "All this bickering is attracting the wrong attention." The room is silent then staring up at him with wide eyes, "Deep in the clouds leather unfolds, and the air swirls around as a deep booming flap-flap-FLAP echoes. Long talons loom as a hot screech rip through the sky; the sun blots out as all you can do is watch in horror as it scoops down and snatches the princess." Two arms wrap around your middle yanking you back into him. "With one outstretched hand she begs you to..." He glances up at you.
You turn back to the group with welling eyes, "Save me."
Eddie cackles jostling you around in his lap as the group groaned. You can't help but let a giggle slip past as they begin to argue about what to do next. Lucas, you learn all their names quickly, is pushing for the party to abandon you, stating you'll bring 'nothing but more trouble.' Dustin offers the fact that if you are in fact a real princess, rescuing you would bring in a hefty reward and notability. Jeff simply wants to slay the dragon for his own reasons not falling for your theatrics.
Mike peers up at you, then Eddie who has sat you on his right knee petting the pink gossamer over your hair. "Is there a reward?"
"Hmm," He coos. "A pretty reward. Not only from her father but slaying the dragon who sits on a mound of stolen gold and gems and charred armor of long dead enemies." His long arm wraps around your shoulder, slithering along your neck letting two nails dig into your jaw. "But...you'll have to pry her out of my cold, dead hands."
A collective whisper, a collective agreement and their quest began.
You stand up as things roll along going to the two clips that helped the large costume skirt stay in place over your jeans. You had forgotten you were even wearing the thing, that it was all play pretend. Eddie's hand went to your wrist, "At least let me buy you a drink first before you get naked princess."
A tense heat passed around the room at the flirtatious comment. The younger boys still trying to understand the dynamic between you two. But he was Eddie, and you were you, still blushing furiously as you let the skirt pool at your feet. "It's stifling in here Eddie."
"Am I getting you all hot and bothered?" You chew on your cheek as you draped it over a large table. You feel a soft touch on your fluttering pulse as he made you look at him, "Come on, tell me what I want to hear."
He had made you watch movies with him, a long marathon of space films while his body sprawled next to you. You giggled when Leia had said it and felt it fit him as well, he found it endearing. "Scruffy looking nerf herder." You smirked as you leaned against his chair, his throne.
He beamed up at you, "I love it when you scold me princess."
"What uh..." A boyish voice started, "What...Who are you?"
Gareth said your name for you explaining the strange dynamic between you two as if there was an easy way to understand it. "You don't have to stay." He waved to the game. "They'll be at it for hours before they even get close."
You smiled pulling up a long folding chair to sit next to him. "No, it's fine. I got nothing better to do." The hand you had resting on the table fell near his and the slightest twitch of his ringed pinkie had him brushing into yours. It burns your skin like a brand. "I also have some ideas." You gaze up at him innocently, "If you'd be open to them."
He leaned closer on his elbow, head against his fist, "For you, baby, anything." His long fingers toyed with pink fabric bringing it to his nose to inhale your scent.
"Are we interrupting something?" Mike asked staring at Eddie expectingly.
"Don't you have a dragon to find!" He shouted back.
The giggle slipped past your chewed bottom lip.
"The boys missed you last Friday." You had joined in on the campaign two weeks ago, occasionally dropping in for updates on the quest, if you were still alive, always hiding laughter when Lucas begged to leave you rot with the dragon. He did not fall for your damsel in distress guise. But between homework, and test, and the newest play (that involved your princess costume) you couldn't spare as much time as you liked. And you liked finding excuses to be by his side, you liked giving him excuses to touch you.
"They're sweet." You smiled digging in your locker for notebooks for your next class.
"They smell." Eddie grimaced closing it for you and walking with you down the hall. You never cared Hawkins called him a freak, you never cared they had labeled him strange, weren't you too? In your strange costumes, saying strange lines, playing pretend in the same way. He was your friend, and everything else was simply background noise. "You free today?"
You nodded, "I can come by a little early to go over some details." You stopped in the middle of the hallway, a sea of students moving around two stagnant bodies. "Bye Eddie."
"See ya princess."
You blushed, he smirked, and you went your separate ways.
You doodled details in your notebooks, wrote facts and stories for this side quest of his. You had never been super interested in the game before but being this involved, learning as you went, it began to suck you in, teleporting you beyond the small pieces on the board.
With a loud ring of the dismissal bell and a slight jump in your step you made your way towards that different dimension. He was sitting off to the side at a different table scrawling over his own notebook when you placed yours beside his, white pages against weathered yellow, black ink against multicolored highlighted words. Another sharp contrast and yet he only smiled up at you, matching yours.
"You're brilliant."
You shrug, "I try." He sat you down yanking you by the lip of the metal chair to slot your legs within his. He was touchy, always so touchy, needing some inexplainable amount of skin to skin you were more than happy to give him.
His shoulder brushed yours as he traced your words, "No this is gunna blow their minds." He glanced at you not at all surprised by your facial closeness. "Maybe next campaign you can be the DM and you can do whatever you want to me."
"Oh, so there's a next campaign now?" You raised a brow, "I thought I was just a plot device."
"I'm a filthy liar baby, what can I say?" He whispered, and the scent of him rushed into you, mint and musk and smoke, and your cheeks burned with it all. You went to bite your lip, but his thumb caught it, "Don't."
"Don't what?" You breathed, clueless except for his thumb tracing your bottom lip, holding you steady by that simple contact. Eddie being him. You being you. But sure, along the way he got flirtier, you got more flustered. He was handsome, he's always had a boyish charm but recently it had been turning into a rouge prince appeal that made you more inclined to agree with whatever he was asking. And right now, if he asked to shove his fingers into your mouth, you'd let him even as those fragile friendship lines began to dissolve into smoke.
His eyes flickered around your face, "Blush."
Your lips parted, but the question never left as he pushed his thumb into your mouth. He pressed the pad of it down onto your tongue letting you instinctively wrap your tongue along it. You had never done this, you had kissed people sure (on stage), but beyond that nothing, so you weren't quite sure what to do, or what he wanted. But he groaned and something hard dug into your knee buried between his legs. His other fingers curled around your jaw as he moved his thumb along your tongue, swirling it around, spit gathering at the corner of your lips. He grabbed you by the face and yanked you onto his thigh, your long skirt bunching up around you to put pressure on the place you craved most. He stared up at your face; thumb still rooted on your tongue.
He leaned in slowly, waiting for you to pull away, shove him out and explain that this isn't what friends do. But you would do anything he asked, and maybe every now and then you would chase an unachievable climax to thoughts of him defiling you.
So, you silently thanked Jackie, for shuffling those sticks around, arranging them in a pretty order that led to you drawing the smallest one. It led you here, to Eddie licking up the spit that dripped down your jaw, to the corner of your mouth where he planted a single kiss. Your lashes fluttered, your hips rolled against his thigh against your will as his thumb fell from your mouth. He brushed hair away from your face, trailing the deep crimson staining your cheeks, "What do you want princess?"
You wanted an end to this throbbing between your thighs every-time he stroked your face or called you some sort of pet name. You wanted a release from an ache he had caused by continuing to blur lines that may have never even been there. And because it had felt good the first time, you rolled your hips along his thigh once more a small moan slipping out.
He kisses you then, swallowing the noise whole, consuming you with an open maw letting his tongue lash against yours. He tasted like the last dregs of a cigarette, minty, harsh...addictive, and you wanted more, glad he never quit. Every-time he had lit a cigarette, he asked if you wanted some, and in the moment, you wished you had said yes just to have the little taste of him. You ground down on him as his tongue licked down your throat, as his hands dug into flesh beneath your shirt. "You that wet for me baby?" He dragged his mouth down your neck as you felt what he was talking about, as it soaked through you and him. "Has it been that long?" He nipped at your jugular, sucking and biting the pounding blood vessel and you desperately wanted him to just rip it open to end your misery. He stilled suddenly to peek at you taking in your flushed face and gentle furrowed brow realizing why he did in fact always get you so hot and bothered. "You poor thing."
"Eddie." You whined.
Nails dug down your back as he bit into your jaw needing to feast on every bare skin you'd let him. "Music to my ears." He sucked on your bottom lip, slating his mouth along yours melding it with teeth and tongue and spit. His hands went to your hips helping you roll against the meat of his thigh chasing the sweet friction. "You wanna cum like this?" It seemed like a genuine question. You didn't care; you just wanted a release. You moaned into his mouth, "Fuck yeah you do, look at you." It was open mouth kisses, sharing breaths and grunts as the warmth spread from behind your knees spreading slowly towards your already burning center. You wanted him to touch you; to feel something inside of you but it felt too good with every stroke against his leg, every tug of his hands deep within your hips helping you ride him. It was debauchery, disgustingly foul as you wrapped your arms around his neck to fuck his leg harder, nails scraping his scalp, tugging his hair as he sucked on your tongue.
He was hard against you, twitching and straining and you knew you should touch him, but your pleasure consumed you as you chased that high you only dreamed about reaching. "Please Eddie." You gritted out calves stiff, stomach tight, holding onto the blackness behind your eyes.
"You can cum pretty girl," He whispered, a hand stroking down your hair. "Come on its okay, let go." He kisses beneath your ear, soft, gentle whispering quiet words of encouragement. You grind down on him hard, hips stuttering as your orgasm suddenly hits you, clenching around nothing but his thigh muscle, stifling the screams into his hair. It takes you a few moments, a few bleary blinks to realize he's still talking to you, still stroking down your back. "Did so good for me..."
You peel off of him, suddenly cold between your naked legs as you straddle his soaked thigh. "Sorry I-!"
"No, no," He cupped your face. "That was good, you did so well." He stroked a thumb down your cheek, "Did you feel good?" You nodded letting the small smile bloom on his face. You tried to find embarrassment, but it was nestled too far beyond your pleasure to care. You did however feel bad he was still hard beneath you, your hand went to it, palming the large bulge gently. He hissed, "Easy princess." He glanced behind you at the clock along the wall, "As much as I'd love to see your lips around my cock not sure we have enough time for that." You stared at him, the question in your eyes, cheeks a ruddy red as you palmed him again, "Shit don't look at me like that unless you want our friends walking in on something indecent."
The throb echoed between your legs, and you couldn't help but palm him again letting his hips buck slightly into the touch. "You'll have to teach me." He eyed you with a gentle furrow in his brow, "Something indecent."
He twitched against you grabbing a fistful of ass beneath your skirt groaning against your skin. "I don't..." He blinked trying to finish the sentence as you ran down his never-ending length with a hard-pressed knuckle. "I don't want to scare you."
There was your sweet, gentle Eddie, the kind boy who always watched out for you, included you, took care of you. You wanted him to scare you, to ruin you, to make you realize what sinful truly meant.
It was the summer before your sophomore year, his first senior year and he had finally gotten his van. He had picked you up to show it off for you. He got you a cherry slurpee for the hot day claiming the van had no AC and drove wildly around, swerving and speeding and throwing you into sharp turns. You squealed and laughed and dug fingers into the cup, condensation running down your wrist, your thigh. He curved the wheel too hard, and you had nothing to hold on to and on instinct he had grabbed your thigh, fingers digging into dripping inner flesh. You couldn't help but burn at the contact, watching his fingers curl and uncurl against hot, wet skin. He didn't let go until he screeched to a stop patting and rubbing the bruised flesh.
"You need to be more careful Eddie." You breathed, hair wild, cheeks as red as your mouth.
He leaned forward wrapped his lips around your straw and sucked. "Too dangerous for you baby?"
Baby. It was new. You were used to his little terms of endearment, but this was something else. You blamed the summer sun for the heat in your face, in your core. His tongue glided along red glossy lips, and you wondered what they would taste like. Cherry, menthol, you wanted to know.
It was the first night you touched yourself to him, you chased it hard, tracing the marks his fingers left along your thigh as you fucked you own hand. It never worked, you never got there, something...stopping you, preventing you from that jump over the pleasured filled ledge. You groaned into your pillow letting that tension build and build and build.
You realize now you had needed to hear him tell you to let go, that this mental block of friendship had stopped you from cumming too many times. You shifted, throwing your other leg over him so you were straddling him properly and ghosted your lips over his own. "You could never scare me," You rolled against him his hard cock digging into your center from beneath tight jeans.
He groaned into your mouth, nails digging into your ass this time. "There are things," He nipped your bottom lip. "That I want to do to you that would take hours we don't have."
"Tell me." You whispered. You wanted to know, needed to know the sick and twisted ways he wanted you because your imagination was vanilla compared to his chaotic mind, because you didn't even know you could cum the way he made you.
"Baby."
You shuddered against him. "I don't care." You mumbled. You wanted him to be buried inside you; you wanted to crawl inside his skin. "Let them see you ruin me."
He kissed you hard, deep, tongue dipping along your throat, scraping against your cheek as his hips bucked up into you. You think he would have done it, truly, wrecked your very being if not for the loud tug of a metal door followed by a mess of voices.
You flew away from each other sliding into your metal chairs. Both of your hair was wild as he turned towards his friends who seemed suspicious of the musky smell of sex and hot air of mangled breath, but none the wiser. You tried to pull it together, wrangle down the knots in your hair from him before standing up. Thank God for your skirt hiding all the gush of arousal he had pulled from you, but now it had just left a cool stickiness to your skin.
Suddenly multiple eyes stared at you; you glanced at Eddie who was moving back towards you. You glanced down, admiring his skill to hide his hard length beneath jeans and long t-shirts, but watched his hand reached out to tug gently on your skirt unbunching it from where it had twisted into your underwear.
"I uh," You pointed towards the door. "Will be right back." You rushed off hearing the faint accusatory whisper.
"Jesus Eddie, were you trying to eat her?"
He only chuckled, "Princesses are rather tasty."
You understood what he meant when you reached the bathroom mirror. He had clawed and bit up your neck leaving harsh dark red marks along the column of your throat, along your collarbones and jaw. You traced them lightly, body burning at ever memory of his touch. You traced your swollen red lips, the maroon settled in your cheeks, the mess of tangles in your hair.
It was plain to see something had happened. Between your askew clothes, and perked nipples you struggled to subdue the sudden throbbing between your thighs. And as you cleaned off your legs, as you slid your underwear off fingers passing over your swollen clit, you ached for him so much more.
You straightened up your clothes, your hair. You stifled the bite in your lip as you rounded the corner back towards that sweltering room. You pretended nothing happened. You went back into the game oblivious to their suspicions.
Once seated next to Eddie who was quick to place his large hand on your thigh, you slipped something back to him, your drenched panties.
He bit his knuckle smirking at you as they laid across his crotch, you flushed a deep scarlet and knew he hadn't even need to have touched you for you to be ruined.
It was hard to move on from that, hard to go back to some hallow make believe version of friendship when you yearned for his touch across you fevered body. So instead of being on different planets you began to orbit each other, waving became flushed skin and lips between teeth, small talk came with long fingers curling around strands of hair. There was nothing left to blur. You came to Hellfire like it was your new religion begging for those moments it was just the two of you. It was never able to be anything more than swapped spit and heavy petting as his friends began to trickle in before you were allowed more time; always suspicious, always raising eyebrows at your split lips and heavy breathing.
You were half tempted to show up at his trailer as some sort of offering just to curb this pain between your legs for him. It was exhausting, needing him so badly, so roughly you couldn't think of anything else. He could sense it in the way he'd kiss your puffy mouth gently as they unpacked their things, as his thumb drew circles in your thighs rubbing together under the table to create some form of friction.
You'd slouch urging his hand up more only to earn some soft chuckle. It infuriated you so much you passed him a note during passing periods that you couldn't make it tonight due to some club scheduling conflict.
He didn't confront you, well not until the end of the day when you were taking your time packing away all the things you didn't need to bring home, lingering as if you were waiting for him to yank you back into his gravity.
"Wherefore art thou princess?" He called down the hall. You hid your smile behind your locker. You closed it slowly taking in his moving form, hand still holding his heart as he neared you. "Parting is such sweet sorrow."
You rolled your eyes, "You only know it so well because you had to repeat it."
He waggled his finger at you, "I passed English the first time around...it was just everything else." You didn't respond as his fingers reached up tucking a stray piece of hair away. "Maybe I couldn't bear the thought of not seeing you every day, what if you found someone decent." He takes your hand to hold it to his chest, "Which brings me to my next point; I checked the schedules and there's no club today so what gives? We just got to the best part in your storyline."
"I..." You shuffled your feet losing focus with his hand on yours, his other twisting between locks of hair. "Why won't you touch me?"
He raised an incredulous eyebrow. "That's what you're upset about?" He chuckled, not rudely, just surprised. Then he's cupping your face, cool rings brushing warm cheeks. "I hate the idea of being rushed, of those nerds seeing you."
You wanted to say you didn't care, but his logic made sense. Something nagged despite it, "Are you embarrassed by me?" Your voice was so quiet. It seemed to add up in that moment, tucking you away before anyone can see, fleeting glances and brushed knuckles under a table, a stolen kiss when eyes were turned away.
He let out a loud laugh. "Of you? Shouldn't it be the other way around?" Yeah, you supposed so. He sighed coming in close until his chest was against yours, hips flushed. "I don't want them messing with you, anyone messing with you for that matter." He tilted his head back and forth, "I do admit however to not wanting them thinking my feelings for you are altering the campaign."
Your concerned did seem silly now, and all you could do was copy his small chuckling. "I think...it's just all getting to me."
"What?" It was so innocent with wicked whims behind his eyes. He knew what you were talking about, he wanted you to say it.
"You." You breathed.
He shifted your bodies until your back hit the lockers behind you. "I know baby." He pets your hair, you whined into his mouth begging him to touch you where you needed him to. "It won't be sweet and nice like you pictured if I touched you here."
You didn't picture sweet and nice, you pictured him ravaging you, getting you stuck between his teeth. "I don't," You panted bucking your hips into him. "I don't want..."
His fingers trailed across bare skin along the top of your jeans. "You don't want it?" His mouth pouted against yours. You were breathing heavy, tugging him impossibly closer by his belt loops, nails digging into his wrist bone. "My naughty girl." It went straight down south as his fingers deftly undid the button and zipper of your jeans. "Don't want it special huh? Won't let me spoil you sweet girl? You want it hard and fast dontcha, like some little whore." You tilted your head back letting him drag his mouth down your carotid, tongue warm against it. Your fingers curled against his jacket sleeves as his hand trailed beneath fabric.
You could have cum from the sheer featherlight touch against your clit, but instead a throaty groan worked its way out. "Eddie," You gritted out. "Please."
He stilled and you brought your eyes back to his trying to read what was written there, wonder, concern, lust, a question. "I'll make you feel good princess." He nodded his other hand bringing your jaw towards him. "Have you ever touched yourself down here?" The pads of his fingers tracing your clit. You shuddered with a nod, "How many times did you cum with my face in your head?" You squeezed your eyes shut as you shook your head. He applied more pressure, and your mouth went slack against his, "Don't lie. You're soaked and I haven't even started."
"No I-!" You gasped as he circled your clit.
"Tell me." He growled.
You tried to focus, worried your confession would scare him away, but with his hand between your legs you didn't care. "I never could," His hand slowed slightly, his brows furrowed. "I tried but it never...never happened."
He pulled back a millimeter taking in this new truth. "Has it ever happened?" You thought back to riding his thigh, he seemed to draw the same conclusion that that had been your first orgasm. "No wonder you get so fucking wet." He kissed your mouth as his fingers pressed down hard. You tried to kiss him back, tried to fight his tongue back but you could only moan, moan as he drew circles into that small bundle of nerves as the heat boiled deep in your belly. He shifted shoving his hand further down your pants the run two fingers along your drenched pussy teasing your throbbing entrance.
You realized now he was covering your mouth with his to stifle the noise that came out of you when he slid two fingers inside of you. He began to thrust them in and out of you, palm rubbing against your clit with every pump of his hand. Gods it felt so good. Your hand had never felt this good, you could never reach, never stroke that sweet spot buried deep within your walls. Here he was, curling at the knuckle to hit everything that set your body on fire cool rings like a chilled ember that scrapped against everything good.
You mewled for him.
"That's it princess," He muttered into your ear. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
His hand went around your back to hold you to him as he fucked you with his hand. "I think...I..." You couldn't think as the pressure built, as your body was wrecked with pleasure.
"I can feel it." He nipped your ear lobe, "Can feel your body clenching around my hand." He moved faster, pressed his palm down harder. Your head fell back as you panted into the air, "Look at you. Letting me fuck you with my hand in the middle of this hallway. The janitors are still here you fucking slut." You arched your back into him trying to match his thrust, "You want someone to find us, see me defiling you."
"Eddie..." You moaned out as you rolled your hips along his hand.
"Eddie?" Another voice. Another person. Gareth. "Everyone's waiting..."
You could see the conflict in his eyes to either stop, yell, or make you cum and then it settled in some strange blown out darkness. "Think I'm embarrassed huh?" Eddie kept fucking you with his hand, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. "Come on just like that." He moved at a brutal pace as he curled his fingers just right, "That it baby, cum on my hand, you got it."
With a strangled cry your vision went out of focus as you clamped down around his hand the orgasm hitting you harder than the last one and it felt so good to clench down on something rather than the idea of it. His hand still moved gently inside of you, pulling you back down to earth and out of your dazed bliss. "I do okay?" You mumbled.
His hand slowly pulled out of you leaving you hollow. "So good, such a good girl."
A throat cleared, Gareth was still standing there, but his back to you now.
You were too boneless to care. "Gareth!" Eddie screeched. "Get the fuck out of here!" He scrambled off finally, "Fucking idiot." Eddie pressed a kiss to your parted lips, "Are you okay?" You nodded his fingers catching on your bottom lip, still glistening with your pleasure. You held onto his wrist bringing them closer to your mouth before sliding them inside. You remembered his thumb and swirled your tongue around his digits tasting the flavor of your pleasure. He groaned hard cock grinding into you, "Fuck greedy girl." You popped him out of your mouth letting his finger pads hover before he trailed them down your chest. He let his forehead rest on yours, "I'm gunna tell them we'll postpone."
You palmed his erection. "They'll be upset with you."
"I don't care." He bucked against your hand. "You were right I need to be touching you more, damn my chivalry."
You got bold, shimmied your hand down the lip of his pants until your hand was gripping the hard length of his. "Oh." You whispered staring up at him, you weren't sure what to do and the length intimidated you so you did the only thing you could think of and slid your hand down the shaft and back up again.
He shuddered. "You don't have-!"
"I want to." You cut him off. "But I need..." You blushed at the reminder of your inexperience, "I need you to defile me."
His forearm slammed into your chest throwing you back against the lockers with a harsh sound as you kept moving your hand up and down him. "I'm gunna explode if you don't stop." You didn't want to stop, you wanted him to have that feeling he gave you. You wanted to watch how he came undone under your fingers.
"Should I use my mouth instead?"
"Fucking hell baby, you're killing me."
Suddenly loud footsteps slapped against the floor and Dustin had stumbled upon you with hands covering his eyes. "Remove any elbows and please rejoin the party." He pointed an accusatory finger at the opposite wall not knowing where you two lurked, "Or else."
You stilled; Eddie blew out angry air. "I'm gunna kill you Henderson." You felt him soften slightly in your hold as he helped your hand out of his pants before redoing your own. Eddie grabbed your bag for you while Dustin disappeared the way he came realizing Eddie was listening to instructions. "Was that really the first time you had an orgasm?" You nodded, "Well I hope it was special." He slung an arm around your shoulder pulling you close.
You smiled up at him, "Anything with you is special." He rolled his eyes at you, "And anyways when are you gunna get it through your thick head; I'm not some doe-eyed schoolgirl you're gunna break."
"I can't help it if you blush like some sweet virgin every time I call you baby." He waited for the response that never came, "That's because you are." He answers his own question. "God I am so fucked up, maybe I am what everyone says I am."
You stopped at the metal door and looked up at him through his curtain of dark hair. You traced the outline of his cock, "And I am so god-damn wet every-time you look at me." His cock stirred in his jeans, your lashes fluttered up at him. "What does that say about your princess?"
The noise beyond the door caught up to you as you let Eddie hold it open to walk inside. They were gathered around the table comparing elbows when you walked up to them. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"Gareth said you were 'elbow deep.' in her pants." Dustin had repeated. "And we were trying to understand the logistics of that."
Your face burned red and you forced yourself to cover it as Eddie began shouting at them, reminding them he would scalp them all if they even mentioned anything to anyone especially you. "Get back to the game!"
"We were waiting on you Sir Elbows!" Mike argues back.
Eddied shot him a cold glare and Mike settled back into his seat. "Fine. Fine. Yes. You're in for it now kids." He beckoned you towards him. "You stumbled upon the crumbling palace that once could have belonged to a mighty king. Now, it houses a horrid dragon pent on roasting you the minute you try to save your endearing princess." You watched him move the dragon figurine into place unable to curb the feeling of them curling inside of you. You watch his mouth as he keeps talking, keeps moving them into place. He's handing them dice, pushing hair out of his face, and you wanted him to shove it all off and take you right here.
His eyes are on you, and you melt a little inside, new wetness seeping out of you. You know your cheeks are red as they sear into you, you know he detects it. He just motioned to the game with his eyes. "Hmm." It comes out a soft whine, a soft moan.
Eddie ticks your chin with his thumb knuckle. "Our party has discovered you princess."
The cloud of lust clears and you give your head a shake, clearing your throat. "Artificer." You say, Eddie gives you a small smile.
"Oh no." It's Dustin.
You turn to meet their gaze. "She's not just an inventor, but an alchemist, a magical engineer!" Eddie rages on, "And as you race in to save her you find her attaching a shimmering golden bridle atop the dragon which has the power to control the wild beast. She had played you the fool, used her fake rescue to attract the dragon to her side to destroy her father's kingdom. And now she will use you to fuel her ferocious beast"
A collective groan, an 'I told you so' from Lucus and a loud maniacal laugh from Eddie. The game rages on, you get caught up in as well, acting out along with the rest of them falling into this safe world of Eddie's mind. It spins you around in a swirl of wild dice and you're not sure you could ever walk away unchanged.
You help him clean up quietly as everyone leaves, moving around each other like twin moons. You stop in front of him. You drop to your knees and blink up at him.
"Tell me what to do." You run your hands down his jean clad thighs, fingers toying with the silver chain attached.
"Baby," He breathed growing harder and harder as you pull the button loose, as you trail the zipper down.
Your eyes quiver, "Please. I want..." You can't say it; it's too foul. You want the taste of him in your mouth, you want to feel him deep in your throat until you gagged, you wanted him to fuck your mouth so hard you cried. "I want to make you feel good too." You settled for.
He groaned, "Just...let me know..." He pulled himself free of his underwear. "If it's too much." It was going to be too much; you weren't sure how it was even supposed to fit in your mouth. You should have started with the hand thing again. You slowly brought it up, "Yeah start there and-!" He hissed as you stroked him gently as you used your hand to softly glide along the shaft. "Open your mouth." His fingers dug into your hair as you moved forward, mouth open, tongue outstretched licking the head ever so slightly. "Fuck okay okay keep going. It's okay if you can't fit the whole thing."
You mumbled some understanding and took him into your mouth. He tasted salty and smelled like Eddie and your tongue lapped around him until the tip of him hit the back of your throat. You gagged.
"Shit." He tried to push you off slightly, but you shook him off pulling back and sucking him in again until it was a steady pace of you choking on him. "Gods fuck you're such a slut." You moaned against him, sucking him deeper, spit pooling around your mouth. "Use your hand." You brought it up twisting it around all the places your jaw couldn't fit as his hips moved with your movements, as he used his grip in your hair to move you faster. You let him, let him use you to get off. You blinked up at him, wide eyed wonder as you watched him fall apart. "Don't ah..." He stared back down at you sucking in your cheeks to seal him in better, to hold his cock tighter in your mouth. "Look at you." He cupped your jaw, spit running down your neck. "Take it so well, let me do whatever I want to you, letting me fuck your throat."
You ran your tongue along the underside feeling him twitch heavenly.
"You want me to cum down your throat?" He gave your face a slight slap, "What about this pretty face huh?" You squeezed his thigh letting him know whatever he wanted, he could have.
So, he thrusted into your mouth faster, you gripped him harder, until the end got messy and loud and uncoordinated. His hips stuttered and he ripped out of your mouth stroking himself as hot ropes of cum shot all over your face, chest, gaping mouth. He had covered you in it, claiming you, marking you.
You ran your hands along your coated lips, the sticky substance gathering along your fingers before you sucked them into your mouth too, moaning at the taste of him on your tongue.
"You are..." You peered up at him through cum covered eyelids. "Magnificent."
A movie plays on in the background, some slasher film you're both are mindlessly watching. It wasn't strange for you to be here watching movies with Eddie while his uncle was away at work you had done it for ages. The difference: now your limbs were tangled beyond recognition. Before it was an innocent thigh brush, a hand to a shoulder when you jumped, a gentle head to bicep when you began to doze off and he inevitably would drive you home.
Now you weren't sure where you began and he ended. You were tucked between his legs, head against his chest as he stroked fingers through hair, down skin. "Lucus was on to me from the beginning." You chuckled
"He's too smart for his own good." Eddie replies. You can hear him rummaging around for his stray can of beer.
You can smell the stale alcohol of it and it twist something in your gut, "I can't believe they bridled me." You weren't overly surprised by their choice to put you down; you were surprised when they opted to leash you instead to keep your skills tethered to them.
"It was a good move." He took a drink. "Need more than that to rein you in." He set the can down to run the back of his cool fingers down your bare skin, "I can feel you blushing from here princess."
You peeked up at him, "I can't help it."
He cooed, "I know baby." He licks his lips, beer still leaving a shine behind as he stares down at you. You can't help your thighs from pressing together, he catches the movement fingers trailing up and down skin like he knew what he was doing to you. "I've always known."
You chew on your lips the sound of a porn star dying almost drowning out your voice. "It wasn't like that back then."
"Wasn't it?" He has an evil playful gleam in his eyes seeing right through you. "You don't think I noticed every time your breath hitched, feel you stuttering pulse beneath your wrist." He leans in close fingers dragging inward towards a pulsing heat. "I noticed princess, noticed that god forsaken blush on your face, noticed every-time you tried to rub away all those urges, the inclines of your chin begging me with those fuck me eyes."
You try to contain the noise as his fingers ghost over you, "Why didn't...you..."
"Fuck you?" He toys with the hem of your underwear as your legs open for him completely desperate for him. He chuckles to himself, "I didn't want to corrupt you." He beneath fabric now bare fingers gliding along wetness. "But you make it so easy." You hate him in this moment for stringing you out, teasing you, making you wait when all along he knew what you had wanted, even before you had.
Nails dig into his wrist, "Eddie..." You whine trying to shimmy your body onto his fingers.
He indulged you, slips two fingers inside hooking them deep within your cunt and you gasp out into open air. "This was what you wanted hmm?" He grunts into your head with every heard thrust of his hand inside of you, "Look at you, so fucking desperate for it, bet you'd let me do anything to you."
Anything. Anything for you. Anything.
You realize you're saying it out-loud too, but it's true. In these moments, with his fingers extracting every ounce of pleasure, you lose all sense of caring. You lose the right or wrong ways to go; there was only this, only him. His other hand comes around cupping your breast, kneading the flesh into his palm, pinching at your nipples through fabric. He moves down your body until he's got one hand inside of you, and the other rubbing circles into your clit. You arch back into him as he tries to pin your legs down with his own, but it only works when he shifts slightly using his weight to hold you halfway underneath him.
He's grinding his hips against your ass relentlessly as his hand pulls you apart from the inside. You have a sudden sense that maybe he'll just push your clothes to the side and shove his cock into you. You realize you want him to. You want him to shove you deep into the mattress until your suffocating while he pounds into you. You want to tell him, tell him to take you however he wants, but instead you cum in a muffled cry against bunched up sheets. "That's it, there you go, so good, so-Ah Fuck!"
Your fist had wrapped around his cock. It's sloppy and uncoordinated as you try to use everything, he taught you. You use precum to slide your hand down his length. He's close, you can tell but the small gasp he gives when you tighten ever so slightly. He probably would have cum in his pants if you had let him rut against you a little but longer. But you need to feel him in your hands, feel his nails dig into your body as you work him faster. "Mouth?" Is all you can ask him.
"You know where I want to cum," He growls into your shoulder, teeth bared against your shirt. You go to roll over to let him have you how he wants, but his hand on your hip stops you. "Gods fuck baby just because I want to..." He trails off.
"I want you to."
He pulls his other hand out of you despite your cry of protest and holds you still as he thrust into your palm. You let go for a moment, plunging you hand inside of yourself to gather every drop you could before sliding it back down his shaft. "How are you so fucking nasty?"
"You," You whisper as your hand glides more easily against him. It isn't long until cum splatters against your legs and back, seeping between thighs and sheets. You pump him full of it, draining every last drop until he begins to grow soft in your hand. You lay there for a moment both spent and drenched in pleasure, "Do you think my parents will let me come over for movie night still if I come home reeking on cum?"
He laughed loudly pushing away from you, pulling his clothes from his body to clean himself up. You trace the lines of his body with your eyes, the dark ink coating his skin, the chained pick around his neck. He finds a lone pack of cigarettes and shoving one between his teeth the only light in his room the faint glow of the TV. "Guess you'll just have to stay the night then." He ignites the lighter, sticking it to the end before inhaling deeply. In this state he looks like the dragon you imagined had stolen you away; black hair like dark scales, smoke billowing around him, red ember of the cigarette alight in his mouth. "Come here." You scooch to the edge of the bed as he stands in front of you every deep inhale casting an orange glow upon his features. You go up onto your knees as his hand tilts your chin upwards. "Are you going to let me do dirty things to you in the dark?"
You're dizzy from the nicotine swirling around him, from him. "I told you to quit smoking."
He cups your face bringing his other hand towards your mouth pressing the cigarette pass your lips. "You did, but I'm not as good as a listener as you." You know what he wants, to prove that he can, as if you had ever given him a moment to doubt that. You take a drag struggling it down, letting it burn and spin inside your lungs, exhaling it back into his face. He smirks.
He puts out his cigarette, and then he's on you. Hands raking through your hair as his tongue delves into your mouth. You taste the smoke still on his breath, the lingering sip of a cheap can of beer. He's moving with your body, backing you until you fall back into his bed, He slots himself between your legs hand pushing up your shirt to grab onto your breast trying to imprint that shape into his hand He kisses you deeper. "I want to do something."
You nod against him. "For you?"
He huffed a laugh against your lips, "For you sweet girl." He kissed you softly, "It will feel good."
You believe him.
He descended your body; he pulled your pants and underwear down your legs discarding them off of the bed. He pulled your knees up and out staring down at the burning heat between them casted in the flicker of the TV light. "So pretty," He mutters to himself as he lays flat against your bed. You stare up at the ceiling as his mouth attaches itself to your clit. He feasts on you; tongue licking up and down your entrance, circling your clit delicately as your squirm beneath him. He places a hand on your stomach; an elbow digs into your thigh to keep your legs apart.
You're fighting the scream, fighting him as you rake nails across his shoulders, a tight grip forming into his scalp as he moves his tongue wildly against your clit. You're going to black out, it's too much, too good, and you wonder if God had sent Eddie into your life to bring you the pleasure you always imagined but could never get. You didn't know it was supposed to feel like this, that this level of indulgence was allowed.
Eddie ravishes you; he pushes two fingers inside of you, and your hips buck into his face letting them hit everything that feels good. You taste copper as you bite your lip too hard holding back the noises trapped in your chest. You feel him humming against you, speaking into your cunt as something tight pulls from within. "Let it out baby." He murmurs into your cunt as the sound breaks free of your throat. You're moaning for him, falling through endless skies as he yanks every string loose., his name like a chant in his dark bedroom.
You hold your breath. He wraps his lips around your clit and the small sigh leaves as your orgasm slams into you. Your vision explodes as you throw your head back, as you gush around him, over him, through him. It's intense and blurry and you're not sure if its ten seconds or ten hours but when you come too, he's still lapping you up. It hurts slightly, you give him a soft shove and he's tugging his fingers from you, sitting up.
The TV's glow illuminates your pleasure glistening along his chin and jaw. "How do I taste?" You ask.
He leans down, hovering over you. "Like heaven."
Then he's kissing you, the taste of yourself spilling into your mouth with every breath exchanged, and you would drown in it just to keep his mouth attached to yours. "Did I do okay?"
"You did perfect princess." He chuckles against you. "Did it feel good?" He asks sliding next to your body, brushing hair away from the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead.
"Yes." You answered a slow blink in your tired eyes.
He kissed you once more, sweetly, tongue gently caressing yours, hand a cage against your hip, the air of possession suddenly mingling into the heavy room. You wanted to fall asleep within his arms, warm and safe, entrapped and surrounded by him, you didn't care who found you in the morning. His hand moved down your body again coming in contact with your nakedness.
"Eddie," You mumbled, bones heavy. "Tired."
"Shh shh," He kissed your shoulder. "Remember what I said," He kissed your sternum, your beating heart. "Just close your eyes," He kissed your belly. "Let me make you feel good." He kissed you between your legs.
His tongue was moving again against your clit, soft waves pulling you to and fro in a current of bliss. Your eyes were closed you think, or maybe the room was just that dark, but the pillow dragged you down as Eddie dragged your soul somewhere else, somewhere beyond your reach. It felt safe in his hands. In the sharp dig of his fingers in the flesh of your thigh, in the teeth gnashing against your clit, against the lash of his tongue within your throbbing entrance.
He stayed down there for hours, feasting on something forbidden. You slept deep and peaceful, until the pressure built too high to which he'd slap a hand over your mouth as you came against his own.
With your part in the campaign inevitably ended you were worried that that was the end of whatever was going on between you and Eddie.
That was far from the truth.
"I have class." You would force into his mouth as he shoved you in an out of order bathroom stall hand already halfway down your pants.
"Skip." He bites into your already broken and busted lip. "I always do."
You tried to laugh but it broke off into a moan as he pushed half his hand inside of you, "That's why..." Another gasp. "You failed." Was all you could accomplish getting out as he fucked you with his hand hard and fast plunging his knuckles into your mouth to stop any noises as girls would migrate in and out, in and out, in and out.
He wouldn't stop until you came at least twice and by then the bell would have rang marking you late. So, you did the only logical thing and got down onto your knees for him so you could go give your teacher some dumb excuse with his cum in your molars.
It was disgusting the way you seemed insatiable when it came to him, and him just as putrid to gratify the urges.
In the quiet moments as classes droned on, as you ate dinner with your family, the silent walk in the halls after a wrecking orgasm; you wondered what it all meant. Would you always be here in this perplexed state of needing him or would there ever come more. You tried to imagine it, a simple home, a simple life with jobs and children and normality. Eddie wasn't normal and neither was what was festering inside of you like some harsh fever, some aliment you only had one solution for.
"Let me take you out tonight," His hands were on your hips kissing you into the locker as students milled about beyond his shoulders.
People groaned. "Ugh get a room."
It was easy to ignore them with his tongue down your throat, his fingers brushing against skin. "Where?"
"It's a surprise." He smirked. "A date."
"A date?" You blushed.
He traced the pink tint, "Figured I owed you one finally." You laughed slightly as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, "I'll pick you up at 7."
You got ready quickly trying to look cute even though he had seen almost every part of you naked and exposed. Your dad was at the bottom of the stairs, "Do you need a ride?" You shook your head, he knew you were 'hanging out' with Eddie. "How is he?" He shuffled his feet, behind him your mother packed up dinner trying to pretend she wasn't listening.
"Good," You nodded taking small steps down the stairs until you were in front of him.
"He's being...nice?"
You laughed, "Yes. A perfect gentleman."
Your dad nodded, "Good, maybe you can get him back on track. He's a good kid, but he could be more than that if he'd just screw his head on better."
You tried to smile. Eddie was a good man, but you also liked how he wasn't good either. You liked that he was raw and intimidating and a loose cannon. You thought it ironic that your father thought you could change him, maybe you could, maybe you didn't want to as something changed inside you too. "He's on track to graduate this year with me."
He smiles, relieved, like what he said was already working. "I bet his uncle is happy he has you."
He picked you up at 7:06, loud music coming from his van. He waved out of the window at your parents as you skipped over to him.
"Hi princess," He beamed at you, cigarette alight between fingers, leaning on the window's frame. You reached up to kiss him, but he set the tan end of his cigarette in your mouth watching you with lazy eyes "Suck," He commanded, so you did. Harsh air ripped through your throat, your lungs and you fought the urge to cough as you inhaled nicotine. He took it away and then slammed his mouth to yours stealing away all the air you had sucked in. You felt lightheaded as he held your face to his, mouth melting into yours. You'd stay like this forever, but he pulls away smirking at you. "Get in baby."
You went around the other side letting him push the door open so you could slide in before he sped off. You didn't ask where he was taking you, you knew it would be somewhere quiet. There would be no candlelight dinners with rich wines and small portions. There would be no dive bars with loud, old music, no drive-in movies or roller rinks. You could only hope he would make you laugh and maybe get a free soda out of it.
After 20 minutes of driving, of his hand resting on your thigh and a mixtape playing through the radio; he pulled off of the main road, gravel crunching under tires, until it turned into dirt, until it turned it soft grass.
He turned off the car a wild gleam in his eyes and threw the door open running around the side to open yours and drag you into the night. He trudges you around the back where he flung the back doors open and yanked a large blanket out laying it flat on the ground.
He pulled you down with him, back against a soft bed of grass. "Henderson said there was a chance Venus would be visible tonight." He dug in his pocket pulling out a creased piece of paper filled with strange drawings and scribbled words. He compared it to the night sky and shot a finger forward at a brighter light, "There."
You smiled at him, "Amazing."
He took you by the chin and turned your eyes upward where you finally took a look. "What would you do without me?"
"Never see Venus." You chuckled then tapped the paper, "But I think this one is all Henderson."
He curled you under his arm as your eyes trailed over the glittering sky, the full moon. "They keep asking me what it is exactly I do to you in the dark of the night."
"Did you tell them that you binge on my flesh for twisted ecstasy?" You peer up sideways at him. You tried to cover most of it up, but Eddie had a tendency to leave a stain. Bites and harsh marks from sucking too hard, bruises and nail indents, the split in your lip that was almost fully scabbed over from his teeth yanking too hard. Like a deer being ripped open by the wolf, only to be licked so affectionately it could only be called love. Then it dawned on you, "They want tips you sick freak!"
He only laughed, "I only indulge them a little, they can't know all my secrets."
And because he was Eddie, and you were you, you perched up onto your elbow the dark hiding the blush on your cheeks, "Can I know all your secrets?"
"Hmm," His thumb strokes the soft color he knew was there, like the color had been swirled and crafted just for him. "Maybe just one." He leans upward to attach his mouth to yours, a hand under your jaw as yours goes to his chest lips gliding over one another, tongue pushing past teeth to taste his gums. You stay like that for minutes, hours, years; time drags on within his mouth and neither of you come up for air, suffocating in each other as tongues caress each other, as he licks the roof of your mouth.
He pushes you lightly until your back hits the blanket, sharp greenery pocking through. He fans hair around your head as his creates a curtain over you, he stares down at you, waiting. "Well go on," You whisper. "Tell me."
"You already know princess." His mouth quirked up as the heat crept into your face. You did know, you had always known and now here you were laid out for him skin flayed, chest cracked open, ribs flared, blood oozing from a wound that he adorned with kisses. You were his, from the day your father walked you over to him; a sweet little gift all for him. So you would be; his, he had made certain of it. He had wanted his princess, so he stole her away, defiled and ravaged her, and kept her prisoner inside his black heart. This violent doting was nothing short of love; you wanted him to reach inside the mush of ligaments and tissues to let your heart finally take its place in his hands. He kissed along your jaw, "Are you gunna let me fuck you?"
Anything for you. "Of course, Eddie."
He smirked into goosebump covered skin, "That's my girl." He wastes no time peeling off every single layer of clothing until you're bare underneath him. He cups your breast, kneading his fist into them, pinching perked nipples before he wraps his mouth around them. You whine for him, back arching into his mouth as his tongue swirls around the bud, nipping slightly until you wince. "Sorry," He mutters.
You shake your head, "Don't hold back."
His mouth is on your other breast lavishing it just as much, nipping just as hard even as you wince again. "You don't know what you're getting into with that." You didn't care as his mouth stills as he looks up at you, as he studies your features. "Okay but you need to tell me if anything hurts." You nodded earnestly as he went down on you.
You wonder if anyone else would have treated your body so delicately during these intimate moments, or if you would have dealt with an unenjoyable sex life. You wonder if you should have lost your virginity sooner so you could be more experienced with him. It's not like you had been waiting for marriage, but you never had a boyfriend, and a one-night stand didn't seem right either. It felt right to be handled by Eddie, he was your best friend, now something more, something that felt more permanent.
He licks your clit slow, with a knowing ease, soft swirls around it that already had you head falling back. You found Venus against, using it as an anchor as Eddie moved your body to a different plane. Your fingers run through his hair as he presses down hard inserting two fingers. His movements are different; he takes his time stretching and opening you up for him, taking his time with you. You gasp as his fingers curl caressing that spongey part of you that feels too good, his tongue drawing languid circles into your clit. The stars are blurring as the warmth spreads over your body, you feel his shoulder pin you squirming thigh down, the other legs curling and uncurling along the blanket.
It's his small muttering against your pussy that sends you over the edge. You know what he's saying, can remember ever soft encouragement to gently guide you towards sexual bliss. When you glance back down his hand is still buried inside of you, but he isn't moving, it's just sitting there as he slowly undoes his jeans letting his hard cock spring free. In this moment, it looks too big, and you remember the countless times you gagged on it, remember the heaviness of it when it sat on your tongue, in your hand.
"I'm scared," It slips out as he finally takes his hand out using your sopping pleasure to stroke himself.
His hand doesn't stop, but he asks, "Do you not want to?"
You shake your head, "No, I do, I'm just worried it won't..."
He only laughs as he climbs over your body slotting himself between your legs the tip of him sliding along your soaked entrance, "Oh it'll fit, just won't be pretty."
"I'm glad it's you Eddie," You whisper up at him.
His kiss his featherlight. "For you, baby, anything." He pushes into you slowly, so achingly slow and you can tell why. You feel him stretching something deep inside until it feels like there's no more skin to give. Your pelvic bone shudders with the groaning fill of him. Nails dig into his biceps, "Fuck." It's an involuntary sound. "You gotta," He takes a deep breath, "Relax." You can't, you can't breathe, you can't even tell him it hurts. He shifts pulling at the skin of your thigh to separate the skin more, to allow him to push in a few more inches. Your insides feel like they're ripping apart and you grit through your teeth. He groans, plants his elbow next to your head and pushes the rest of the way in your scream getting swallowed by the moon.
You feel the gush of a broken hymen aiding in his burrowing into you. He doesn't move, neither do you as the tip of him kisses your cervix, you just breath against each other. "Eddie." Your voice is cracked. You can't sit like this as everything throbs painfully aware of him inside you. "Move."
"Hold on, just..." He takes a deep breath. "You're too tight I'm gunna cum too fast." The pain is a dull ache inside of you, so you try to relax, he feels it too. He begins to move, begins to pull back slightly and push back into you warming you up to the movement. You wince with every jerk of him trying to ease into it, so you try to focus on him. On his face screwed up in concentration, on his occasionally glance down to watch as his cock disappears inside of you, on the way his hands have begun to creep around your throat. "You feel so fucking good."
His words make the pain ebb completely, "You gunna fuck me for hours Eddie like you promised." His dark eyes bear into yours like a man possessed.
He squeezes on the soft skin of your neck, toying with the air coming in quick and fast to your lungs, "You want me to? Want me to fuck you so hard you can't walk next week? Want me to fuck you so hard you forget your own name?" His grip goes firm and suddenly you can't breathe again. "That's right you do because you're a fucking whore, you let me ravage you and you fucking like it." He thrust into you fast, his cock filling you so completely you can't think of anything else but each brutal stroke of him. He let's go of your neck air rushing into your lungs as you cling to him. He dips low, sucking and kissing and biting every spare piece of flesh you would give him. He takes it all like it was never yours, and maybe it never was, "You're mine you understand that? Mine." His teeth dig into your jaw, "Say it."
You can't, you can't breathe, can't focus on a single thought. "Yo...u." Finds a way up your throat and he's pulling up and away from you until he looms over your body his cock hitting a deeper angel and moan leaves your throat.
He spits on your open mouth, "Fucking tell me what I want to hear."
"Yours," Your tongue darts out to taste his spit. "Always. Yours."
He's rabid after that, fucking you so furiously you can't see straight. His fingers find your clit, and he presses down into it making your back arch, "My pussy, fucking made for me, wanted this for so long, wanted you." He brutalized you and you were gunna cum because of it, mind not comprehending his confession. "Take it so good princess." He grabs a fistful of your ass using the momentum to push your knee up into his chest tilting your hips upward. "Want to fuck you every day, wanna ruin you for everyone else." A guttural groan comes out and before you could stop it, you're clenching around him the stars blinking out of existence until all you felt was the steady thrust of his body. He's got two hands on your hips slamming you down onto his cock. He's saying something you can only catch fragments, "Cum...in..." You only nod not sure what you're even agreeing too but you wanted him to fill you, to carve a home for himself inside your body, let it fester and rot, let it grow in your womb so you could claw it out of your body for him on a silver platter.
You catch the moaning growl as his hip stutter, as warmth fills you. He thrust slowly as if letting your pussy milk every last drop out of him. He still doesn't pull out, "Did I do okay?" You ask groggily.
"Perfect," He breaths out finally pulling out. You feel hallow and empty without him, but he's quick to wrap you up in arms. "How do you feel?"
"Good. Sore." He forces his shirt over your naked body then places your head on his chest. "Thirsty."
"Whatever the princess wishes."
"What do you want to do forever?" You asked soda between palms, under a new blanket, feet dangling off the edge of his van while he leaned against the frame smoking a cigarette. You're still wearing his shirt, still leaking his cum out of you as the gas station lights flicker overhead.
He took a deep inhale of smoke and smirked. "You." You rolled your eyes, "Obviously I'm not good at the education thing, but something with music." He takes another long drag contemplating his motives, "Go out west, try to make some sort of name for myself."
"You're good with kids." You remind him. His eyes go to your abdomen painted with his semen. "No," You laugh. "I mean have you ever considered teaching, like for music?"
He smiles, something genuine. "Maybe when life gets boring." He drops the cigarette stomping the butt of it under his shoe. He comes towards you, hands on either side of you, "And what do you want to be?"
You mull it over for a minute taking a long-contemplated drink already knowing your answer. You set the Styrofoam cup down meeting his gaze, "Does this mean I'm in the club?" You motioned to his t-shirt covering your bare skin.
He laughed, "You can be co-owner, put you name next to mine in the yearbook."
"Okay," Your fingers toy with the chain around his neck as he waits for your answer. "I'd rather die than be anything but your girl."
His features faultered not expecting that answer from you. He moved slightly, cupping your face in his hands as he stands now in front of you, looming like some statue of a dark god you found grace in. "Don't you want someone good?" His words settle low. It reminded you of what your father had said that Eddie was a good kid but hadn't figured it out yet. You never saw it that way; Eddie was good to you, that was all that mattered.
"Good men die too," You whispered. "So I'd rather be with you."
His fingers curled against your skull, "Well then princess I guess I'll just have to keep you prisoner forever."
Your cheeks tinged with pink, "Promise?"
He leaned in close, pressed a kiss to your waiting lips. "Forever and a day."
endnotes: HAHAH if i had a nickel for every time I used cannibalism as a metaphor for love i'd have two nickels.
okay so big dick harrington is confirmed—but what about steve fucking you to the point where you’re physically unable to speak?
steve pressing you over the counter, fucking you nice and slow to the point where your breath hitches, eyes rolled back into your head as your back arches off of his chest and you weakly claw into the countertop—his arm around your neck—anything in reach
steve fucking you into his bed, your breath hitches and catches in your throat as you forget to breathe for a moment—he just feels so big, and you feel so good—so tight and pliant underneath him as he pins your hips to his bed, your back arching off of the mattress as the whites of your eyes are visible, drooling into his pillow—a sudden, loud moan being punched out from your throat as steve suddenly gets a little meaner and gives you a rough thrust
steve making you cum around his cock and squirt all over his messed-up bedsheets as he presses your face into his pillow, just barely muffling your loud moans and whines as stars and white cloud your vision, drool seeping into the fabric below, his bare chest pressing against your back
it takes maybe a solid hour for you to recover afterwards—too dazed and blissed out to even form a single coherent sentence as steve holds and caresses you in his arms, your body twitching as you let out soft whines, steve kissing your forehead—the crown of your head, murmuring how you did so good for him—you’re so good, taking everything he gave you
"Steve, this is so embarrassing," you mumble, looking back at your boyfriend as he settles you on top of him, trying to coax you to sit on his face. You're both bare safe for the little lace socks Steve made you to keep on, your legs positioned on either side of his body.
He'd asked you to try something new with him today to try and see how far you'd go for him today, and you seem willing, despite acting so shy that he'd have thought you've never been fucked before.
Steve smiles up at you, his hands kneading the soft globes of your ass as he pulls you down to straddle his face. "Hold still," he mumbles, his breath hot against your sensitive folds. "I promise it'll feel good. Just relax and enjoy it, okay?"
You bite your lip, still feeling a blush spread across your cheeks at the sheer depravity of the position. But as your boyfriend's tongue flicks out to tease your folds and taste you, you can't help but gasp, your back arching as sparks of pleasure shoot up your spine. His fingers dig into the soft, plushy flesh of your thighs to spread your legs further apart and open you up so he can taste more of you. You moan at the feeling of his long tongue flattening against your pussy.
"There you go, baby," Steve groans against you, his voice muffled. His hands spread your thighs further as he tilts his head to get the best angle on your cunt, sucking soft and slow on your ripe pussy. He ensures his tongue goes all the way along your slit up to your clit so no part of you is untouched, head shaking slightly so you get that extra friction you need.
You whimper, your hands gripping the headboard for balance, but your hips are already shaking from how good it feels. "Stevie...Steve, wait..." You squirm, thighs clenching around his head, but he doesn't let you go. If anything, he pulls you lower, deeper onto his mouth. His tongue drags in lazy circles, and every now and then he hums, and it's clear he's enjoying it too much. "Don't run from me. You're doin’ so good. Just let me...fuck, just let me taste you."
You make a noise that's embarrassed and needy at the same time, and try to lift yourself off him, overwhelmed by how intense it is. But Steve groans and digs his fingers into your thighs to keep you there.
Your hips descend so your pussy's in his mouth yet again. He breathes hotly against you, feeling your slick dribble down his chin. Steve's tongue probes your hole once more, stroking deep and firm inside while he swirls it inside and drinks up your juices.
You try to hold back the moans slipping out of your mouth, but they break through anyway, soft and whiny, little gasps. Steve drags his tongue up one more time and groans, voice hoarse and adoring. "You're so cute when you get all shy. But you're good, aren't you? Y'gotta help mmm me out too, princess..."
You try to stay lifted, barely hovering and hands clenching in the headboard, but your body's not listening anymore, not when his tongue is sliding through your fold like that and going in and out of your hole on a whim.
He stops talking, too busy keeping his mouth sealed to you, licking deep and dragging the flat of his tongue all the way up and then swirling tight circles over your pussy lips until your legs go weak again. "Steve, mmhn…"
Your breath stutters out of you in little gasps every time he groans underneath you, and he won't stop, not even for air. His hands stay firm on the undersides of your thighs, thumbs pressed in like he's trying to anchor you down, spreading you wider for him even as you twitch and try to lift off again.
Steve's grip tightens, and he hauls you down suddenly so your face is in his lap and your ass is raised in the air. His nose nudges against the tender space just under your clit, and his tongue dips in again, messier this time, hungrier. Your head falls forward, hair falling into your face as you rock forward on instinct.
You whine, high-pitched, helpless, and your hips start to tremble as you grind down just a little, finally letting yourself fall into it. Steve's tongue flattens, firm and hot and so slick, and he catches your clit just right, causing your volume to increase even further.
You hesitate, breath hitching, face burning as you glance down and plant your hands on his thighs, his cock nudging your cheek. He's already hard from tasting you, flushed and leaking, tip resting heavy against his face, twitching each time you breathe hotly on him.
He doesn't answer. Steve groans lowly and wraps his arms tight around your thighs again, pulling you down onto his mouth without any patience. His face disappears between your legs and he sucks on your pussy, gathering your folds into his mouth and licking sloppily at your insides. "Fuck... Steve, it's inside, oh fuuuuck,"
You fall forward with a loud whimper, bracing yourself on his thighs, your cheek smushed on his cock, lips pressed to the shaft. He moans beneath you, tongue stroking messily into your folds more, slick and loud.
You shift, blinking hard, and your eyes flick down to where he's throbbing against his stomach, his thighs tense beneath your hands. You swallow, hand creeping out to brush lightly down his length. He jerks beneath you immediately, hips stuttering up, a muffled groan ripping from his chest that vibrates straight through your core.
You do it again, shyer this time, fingers wrapping around the base, giving the smallest squeeze. "Fuck... fuck fuck," He curses against you, slapping your ass a little to get you to keep it up.
Steve's mouth clamps around your clit, sucking hard to punish you for teasing. You cry out, your hips rocking forward and plump thighs twitching around his head, but he doesn't let go.
He drags his tongue up again, slow and heavy, and you almost sob, fingers tightening around him as your face sinks closer to his lap. Your lips brush the tip before you even mean to. He's hot and flushed against your mouth, the taste already sweet and salty where he's already leaking for you.
You moan without thinking. The sound is small and high-pitched and so needy and he laughs, continuing to eat your hole nastily. Your juices and his saliva pool on his chin, leaving a mess. He does his best to drink up all he can.
He keeps breathing through his nose, tongue working like he's in a trance. Every time you flick your tongue over the head of his cock, he moans against you, mouth sucking harder, tongue dragging in deeper strokes.
You can barely focus with the way he's devouring you, but you want to help and give him something back, so you take him in just a little more, wrapping your lips around him, still shy, still soft. He's big, heavy on your tongue, twitching with every tiny movement you make. "Mm… mmf, you're so pretty down here…" He drawls against you, head lolling a little bit. He has no idea why he didn't suggest this sooner. He gets to taste your sweet cunt while you suck him off? Win win.
He runs his tongue up your pussy, angling your ass up so he can lick up up up… past your pussy, and you choke on his cock in disbelief and cry out loudly when his tongue laves over your little asshole, making garbling sounds around his fat cock.
He chuckles, moaning at your responsiveness and going back to your pussy. His mouth is messy and loud and fast, his tongue working like he's trying to shove it inside you and taste you from the source.
Steve's nose is pressed tight against your clit, tongue lapping hard and fast between your folds, while your head bobs as you struggle to take in his thick length. You use your hands to compensate for the bit you can't choke down, twisting and pumping while your tongue curves over his fat tip before you swallow up his shaft.
The tip of Steve's tongue pushes into your entrance, probing deep with slow, greedy strokes like he wants to fuck you with it. You sob out a breath, thighs locking tight around his head without meaning to. You can feel every slick movement of his mouth now, every filthy noise. He laps in and out, groaning deep in his chest, the vibrations sending shivers all through you. You clench around nothing, desperate and aching, your whole body tilted forward now, barely able to hold yourself up.
He's practically fucking you with his mouth now, tongue plunging in and out, fast and eager. He drags his tongue out, then flattens it wide over your clit again, slurping you into his mouth while your hips trying to squirm away on instinct, but he won't let you. Steve wraps his arms around your thighs tighter, locking you down, forcing you to grind against his face with every shake of your body.
You take him into your mouth, slow but deep, tongue sliding along the underside, wrapping your hand around the base to steady him as you suck him in, your head going up and down as you slurp his cock and drool around the base. He twitches immediately and his cock throbs in a way that signals how close he is.
Your legs start to tremble harder and your body starts to jolt forward, riding his face without thinking, whimpering his name against his cock. You start deepthroating as much of his huge cock as you can, hollowing your cheeks to suck him snugly.
With a sharp jerk of his hips and a strained, muffled moan, his cock twitches hard, and Steve cums all over himself from how warm and wet your mouth is and at your taste, thrusting a little into your mouth so you have to swallow as much of him as you can. You hastily drink up as much as you can, even though some dribbles down your chin and splatters against his lower half. He moans loud, and your eyes roll when he pokes his tongue against your gummy inner walls.
Then, your orgasm hits you with full force, violent and fast, your whole body seizing up as you cry out and grind down on his face like you're trying to suffocate him. He groans against you, tongue working through every second of it, drinking you down. "Mmh, yeah, cum on my fuckin' face, baby, c'mon… lemme taste it,"
You're still shaking when he finally pulls back, mouth red and chin soaked, and he’s breathing hard and labored. Hair a mess, eyes dark. He presses one last open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, slow and filthy. His nose nudges against your skin, and his lips part again, tongue lazily licking the inside of your leg like he's addicted. His voice is low and wrecked when he speaks. He’s still panting, voice hoarse and wanting.
I never thought my rock bottom moment would involve sprinting down a communal hallway in slippers, banging on my neighbour’s door at nine o’clock on Christmas morning.
But here I was.
Knuckles on cheap wood. Hair in chaos. Heart in full panic mode.
“Eddie!” I hissed, knocking again, harder. “Eddie, open the bloody door!”
From inside I heard a muffled groan. Something clattered. A curse.
Then the door opened a crack.
Eddie Munson stood there in pyjama bottoms, shirtless, curls tangled, eyes heavy with sleep.
My brain genuinely stopped working.
“What,” he rasped, rubbing his face, “is on fire now?”
“Me,” I whispered, because apparently every brain cell I had melted the second I saw him half-clothed.
His eyebrows lifted. “Interesting. Elaborate?”
I took a breath. Right. Focus.
“It’s Christmas lunch today. My entire family is already at my parents’ house. And my brother…”
I swallowed.
“My brother invited my ex.”
Eddie blinked slowly. “Your ex. Luke?”
Oh god.
“Yes.”
“The one who ‘forgot’ your birthday?” Eddie asked, using air quotes aggressively.
“Yes.”
“The one who called you ‘clingy’ because you asked for the bare minimum?”
“Yes.”
“The one who said your cooking tasted like an old grandma made it”
I nodded. “He meant it lovingly.”
Eddie stared at me. “He absolutely didn’t.”
A beat passed.
“My family won’t let it go,” I rushed on. “They think I’m heartbroken and pathetic and unable to move on, and I just...”
My voice cracked. “I told them I was dating someone.”
Eddie stared blankly. “Oh.”
“And I may have said that someone was… you.”
Silence.
He blinked once...Twice.
“You told your family we’re dating.”
“Yes.”
“Since when?”
“Since I saw the guest list and panicked.”
He leaned against the doorframe, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“I’m flattered you think I’d make convincing boyfriend material.”
“Oh please,” I groaned. “You’re the best looking person I know.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Well now I definitely need coffee.”
I clasped my hands together dramatically. “Please, Eddie. Pretend to be my boyfriend. Just for today. Just until dessert. Or until my grandmother falls asleep and stops interrogating me about my womb. Either way.”
Eddie let out a low laugh, warm and gravelly.
“You’re unbelievable.”
He paused.
Then “What time do we leave?”
I blinked. “Seriously?”
He shrugged, casual, but his eyes were soft. “Wouldn’t let you face the wolves alone, sweetheart.”
My stomach absolutely somersaulted.
“Also,” he continued, smirking, “I want to see your ex’s face when he realises you’ve upgraded.”
I shoved him lightly, cheeks burning. “We need to get dressed. And… we need boundaries. Rules.”
Eddie stepped closer, voice low. “I’m an excellent rule-breaker.”
I pretended not to react to that.
By midday we were standing outside my parents’ house white Christmas lights strung across the roof, wreath on the door, fake snowflakes dangling from the windows.
Eddie looked stupidly good.
Black jeans, black shirt, leather jacket, hair half-tied, rings glinting, smelling faintly of vanilla and tobacco.
“You ready?” he asked.
“No,” I whispered.
He squeezed my hand.
“Too late.”
He rang the bell.
The door flew open.
My mother pulled me into a hug, then froze when she saw Eddie.
“Oh my!” she gasped, eyes sparkling. “You didn’t tell me your boyfriend was so handsome!”
I could feel my soul leave my body.
“Thank you, Mrs Y/L/N,” he said politely.
My mother giggled. Like actually giggled.
Dad appeared, eyeing Eddie up like he was preparing to interrogate him with a lie detector.
“So,” Dad said gruffly, “you’re the musician.”
“Yes, sir.” Eddie nodded.
“You make money doing that?”
“Dad!” I hissed.
Eddie grinned. “Enough to feed myself and fund my shampoo addiction.”
Dad choked on his drink laughing.
So far? Success.
Then I heard it.
Luke’s voice.
“Y/N?”
My stomach dropped.
I turned.
There he was. Blonde hair. Pastel jumper. Smug smirk permanently attached to his face.
Standing beside my brother.
Luke whistled. “I didn’t realise you moved on so… dramatically.”
I felt Eddie straighten beside me. His hand slid around my waist, pulling me against him.
“Dramatically?” Eddie repeated politely.
Luke chuckled. “Look at you, mate. Tattoos. Jewellery. Leather. It’s like someone ordered ‘Rebellion’ off Amazon.”
Eddie’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Well,” he said softly, “at least I wasn’t returned within thirty days.”
My brother snorted cider through his nose.
Luke looked personally victimised.
I grinned.
This was going to be fun.
Lunch was chaos.
Eight adults squeezed around a table for six. Christmas crackers, gravy spillages, Dad insisting he didn’t snore while Mum rolled her eyes.
I introduced Eddie to my grandparents.
Nana clasped his hand. “You’re beautiful,” she declared.
He flushed red. “Thank you.”
“And fertile-looking,” she added loudly.
Eddie choked on his wine.
Luke snorted.
I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.
Eddie leaned close, whispering: “I’m trying to decide if I feel complimented or incredibly endangered.”
I giggled into my napkin.
Throughout dinner Eddie played his role perfectly hand on my knee, thumb brushing circles, leaning in to kiss my cheek occasionally.
Each touch felt… real.
The room buzzed with warmth and Christmas music and chatter, and somewhere between roast potatoes and trifle, I forgot we were pretending.
He whispered jokes in my ear. Saved me from awkward conversations. Stole bites from my plate.
And every time I looked at him, he was already looking at me.
After dessert, Mum put on old family videos.
Eddie sat beside me on the sofa, arm draped across the back, fingers brushing my shoulder.
Luke plopped himself on the floor, far too close.
“So, Eddie,” Luke said, “how did you two meet?”
Eddie didn’t even blink. “Laundry room,” he replied.
“She couldn’t reach the top shelf. I rescued her favourite jumper.”
I stared at him. We’d never discussed this.
“And then,” Eddie continued smoothly, “she asked me out and made me lasagne on our second date. Best I ever had.”
Luke scoffed. “She can’t cook.”
Eddie turned ice cold. "She absolutely can.”
I stared down at my lap, throat tight.
Luke shrugged.“Well. I’m just saying.”
Eddie leaned forward. “A piece of advice, mate.”
Luke raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Next time,” Eddie said quietly, “don’t throw away a good woman and then act shocked when someone better picks her up.”
The room fell silent.
My heart thudded painfully.
Luke looked away.
Mum mouthed “wow.”
Grandad whispered, “I like him.”
Eddie brushed his fingers through my hair, gentle.
I stopped breathing.
Did he mean that?
Later on, after presents and alcohol and more embarrassment, Eddie tugged my coat sleeve.
“Walk with me?”
We slipped out into the cold December air, fairy lights lining the street, snowflakes drifting lazily.
Everything smelled like pine and smoke and Christmas.
Eddie shoved his hands in his pockets. “So,” he began, “did today help?”
I let out a long breath. “Yes. More than you know.”
He nodded.
He silent for a bit before speaking “You really okay… seeing him?” he asked gently.
I swallowed. “It hurt. But having you there made it so much easier.”
His jaw clenched. “I wanted to punch him.”
“I noticed.”
“He would deserve it.”
More silence.
Then, voice lower: “I wasn’t acting, you know.”
I froze. “What?”
He turned to face me. Moonlight now turning his eyes molten.
“I didn’t pretend anything today,” he said.
My heart hammered. “Eddie…”
“I’ve been in love with you for ages.”
My breath caught. “I... what?”
He laughed softly, nervous. “You come to my flat at three in the morning asking to borrow milk and smile like i'm handing you diamonds. You smell like rose and rasberry. You listen to the stupid song drafts I panic about. You fix my broken mic stands with duct tape and a threat. You make the building feel like home.”
He looked away. “I fell for you, and I couldn’t do a thing about it.”
The world tilted.
“You… never said anything.”
“You were with him,” Eddie whispered. “And then you were sad. And I didn’t want to be a replacement. I wanted to be… right.”
I stepped closer. “So pretending today… hurt you?”
He shook his head. “No. It was the best Christmas gift I’ve ever had.”
My chest felt too full.
“And you?” he asked quietly. “How do you feel?”
I stared up at him, snow collecting in his curls.
“I feel…” I swallowed. “…angry.”
His face fell. “Oh.”
“Angry that I wasted time on someone like Luke,” I continued, voice trembling, “when you were right next door the whole time.”
Eddie’s breath hitched. He blinked once, slowly.
Then he laughed a soft, stunned sound before stepping forward and gripping my waist.
“Say it again.”
I smiled. “You’re better than him in every way.”
His forehead pressed to mine. “Y/N.”
“Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you for real this time?”
I didn’t even speak. I just grabbed his jacket and pulled him in.
The kiss was slow and warm and deep, tasting like winter air and stolen moments and years of unspoken feeling.
His hands slid into my hair, mine wrapped around his shoulders, and for the first time all day I felt whole.
When we finally pulled apart, breathless and laughing, he whispered:
“So… can I be your boyfriend for real?”
I grinned. “Yes.”
He kissed me again.
“Oh,” he added between kisses, “and next year… I get to tell Nana I’m as fertile as I look.”
I shoved him playfully. He laughed against my mouth.
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Freak powers
Eddie quickly hid his drug money in his locker and closed it. He felt a pair of hands cover his eyes and a familiar flower scent filled his nose. His cheeks rose as he smiled.
"Guess who?" She whispered. She removed her hands and he turned around. He was slightly breathless as he looked at her, a common occurrence. She was easily the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on, including his guitar. And she had so much power over him. A single look or touch sends him into a spiral of desire and yearning. "Do you want to come over tonight?" She reached forward and looped her fingers through his belt loops and brought his body against hers. Her eyes were mischievous and a sexy smirk danced across her face.
"I really do, but I have my campaign. I'm not sure how long it'll go, I can call you?" He was disappointed he had to turn down her offer and a good part of him wanted to cancel Hellfire. But he knew the boys would not be happy with him.
She made a fake pout to cover the disappointment. "Yeah that sounds good. Have fun playing...I want to say...dragons?" He adored the way she turned her head to the side in confusion.
"Very close," he laughed. His mood slightly dropped as she removed her hands from his jeans.
"See you later," she left a teasing kiss incredibly close to his lips and he had to stop himself from grabbing her and kissing her against the lockers. He watched her walk away in a daze, along with the other boys in school.
"You look pretty today," Nick said. A guy that Y/N had slept with recently. She rolled her eyes and walked past him. "Round two at my place?"
"Been there and done that. Don't care to try again," she said as she kept walking. Eddie watched in amusement.
~
The last bell rang and Eddie walked to the drama room. He looked out the windows and noticed Y/N talking to a guy, which was common. Eddie was madly in love with her, but so was every guy she smiled at. She was a wild card and all the guys enjoyed their turn with her. Eddie felt the familiar feeling of jealousy settle in his stomach as the guy groped her ass. Eddie wanted nothing more than to worship the ground she walked on and show her how great they could be. He knew she wasn't big into relationships, a speech she gave before she slept with anyone, and a speech Eddie wanted to believe was a lie.
The worst part of declining her invite was that it opened up the slot for another guy to take it.
~
"I've got dinner in the fr-" Eddie ran past Wayne as he got home and booked it for the phone. Wayne sighed as he was ignored. Eddie dialed her number and hoped he wasn't too late. The was left unanswered and Eddie sighed in disappointment. The slot was filled.
~~~
The next morning Eddie hoped she'd come find him again but instead he found her getting out of a jock's fancy car. He smiled to himself as the guy leaned in for a small kiss and she walked right past him. But then the jealousy settled in and his mood turned sour.
"What you looking at freak?" The jock said. The passing group of students stopped to watch. Eddie held his hands up in surrender. He noticed Y/N stopped walking and turned around. Her eyes landed on the jock and she glared him down.
"Call him that again and I'll tell everyone how small your dick is." The crowd laughed and she walked off. Eddie walked into the school to find her. He hated school but damn did he like seeing her everyday. He walked through the door and was excited to see her waiting for him.
"Morning, Munson," her lips stretched into a smile and the shininess of her lipgloss made him stare. They began to walk through the hall and Eddie yearned to hold her delicate hand.
"I called you last night," Eddie said. He wanted to avoid seeming upset but it still bothered him.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I stayed at Blake's house," she apologized. Eddie already knew that, yet it tore his heart into two hearing her say it. He couldn't control his thoughts, creating images in his mind of her being touched by someone other than him. He felt his stomach ache at the thought. "But it's Friday, and I have the whole house to myself this weekend." She stepped in front of him and stopped them in their tracks. Her finger trailed down his chest as she batted her eyelashes. Eddie felt his lower region react to her.
"And?" He edged her to continue. He smiled as he played her game, and squinted his eyes just slightly.
"And...," her finger stopped at his stomach. "I want you to come over. Unless you want to reject me again." She lightly jabbed her finger into his stomach and he hissed. He couldn't help but love how bratty she was. He enjoyed the glimpses of her true self that surfaced when he unintentionally made her a little vulnerable. He wasn't sure if she realized she had feelings for him yet.
"Hey, I didn't reject you," he said. "I very much wanted to be with you but I had prior commitments. And for this weekend..." He grabbed her hand from his stomach and moved it to his chest. "I definitely want to spend it with you."
Her annoyed face cracked away as she smiled. He could see the happiness in her eyes. "Want to leave together after school? For what I have planned, you won't need any clothes."
~
Eddie had the most painful erection of his life. The day seemed to drag and Eddie was getting desperate. He couldn't pay attention to anything. His mind thought about all the different ways he could pleasure her. When the final bell rang he ran out of class. He raced to his car and got it running. His leg bounced as he waited for her to come out of the building.
Y/N walked out and saw Eddie's loud van driving to the sidewalk. She smirked to herself knowing he was horny and desperate. She felt excited as she got in. Eddie peeled off and raced as fast as he could to her house. Y/N bit her lip and turned to look at him. She liked sex, that was obvious. But she felt different when it came to Eddie. She felt possessive and hungry for his attention and touch. She was addicted to him, he was a drug that she needed every day. His sex was the fix and it was the closest she's ever felt to satisfied. She reached her arm over and cupped his jeans. He jumped and slightly swerved.
"Please," he whined. She tightened her thighs at his neediness. She responded to him as she unbuttoned his jeans and spit on her hand then reached into his boxers. His whole body shuddered as she wrapped around his thick cock. He fought to keep his eyes on the road as she jerked him off. He was only a few streets away from her house.
~
They were fast to get into the house and lock the door. Eddie was done waiting, he grabbed her head and shoved his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He pulled away, "I want you right here and right now."
Y/N pulled him into a kiss and worked off his jeans. They stumbled toward the side table near the wall. Eddie kicked out of his jeans and set her on the table. Eddie felt fueled by his past jealousy and controlled the kiss. He easily removed her pants and underwear at the same time. She wasn't sure she had ever seen Eddie like this. He slid his hand between her thighs and slid three fingers inside her cunt. Her jaw fell open as she cried out, his fingers were fast and she couldn't keep up. He moved his lips to her neck and sucked harshly on her skin.
"Eddie, yes, yes," she moaned against him. She gripped his hair, his fingers inside of her made her mind go blank.
"Love when you say my name," he growled.
"As much as I love your fingers, I love your cock more," she giggled as he playfully bit her. He slowly removed his fingers and sucked them clean. He stripped off the rest of their clothes and lined himself up against her. He rubbed his cock between her folds a few times before he slammed into her. "I missed you" she quietly whispered. Eddie assumed it was to herself so he didn't acknowledge it, but it made his heart flutter.
He knew he had the whole weekend to take his time with her, so for the first round he was fine with making it fast. Her body jolted with every thrust and the table repeatedly slammed against the wall.
"I love this pussy, baby," he moaned. "Always wet and warm for me. Feel how easy my cock slides right in? Like it was made for me."
She dismissed the burning in her stomach caused by his comment. She weirdly liked it and liked that he claimed her.
"I'm close," she warned. He slid his hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit. "You feel so good." She wrapped her legs around his waist and scraped her nails down his back. "Kiss me."
He lifted his head and pressed his lips against hers. She repeated his name over and over as she came. She cried out as she pushed his hand away from her clit, her eyes rolled in the back of her head. He moaned into the kiss as he quickly pulled out and released on her stomach. They pulled away from the kiss and panted as they caught their breath.
~
As the sun went down, Eddie and Y/N were naked and tangled in her sheets. Eddie propped himself up on his elbow as he looked down at her. She smiled and softly traced his face.
"Can I ask you something?" Eddie spoke as he ended the silence in her room. She nodded and moved her hand down to his chest. "What's your favorite color?"
She turned her head confused as she stared at him. "Is that really the question?" She asked.
"It is"
"Red, what about you? Black?" She guessed. It was a tiny fact about her but Eddie was happy to learn it.
"Red, actually," he corrected.
"Oh, I see we have that in common," she teased. "I wonder what else we have in common."
Eddie watched in awe as she climbed on his lap. His cock grew hard underneath her. He sat up and pressed his lips against hers. She raised her hips and sunk down on him. She slowly rode his cock and he pulled away as he lost his breath. He moved down to his back and placed his hands on her hips. He gently helped her move her hips on him and watched how gorgeous she looked on top of him.
"You're beautiful," he accidentally let slip. He felt her hips halt for a moment but she continued. He could tell she tried to ignore the comment but something inside of him was done pretending he was casual about this. "No, I mean it. You're the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen. You deserve to be treated like it."
She stopped her movements and looked down at him. His eyes were sincere and warm.
"I know you don't like relationships, but you are worth so much more than casual sex. You deserve someone who actually cares about you. Someone like me." His eyes stared into hers, their gaze was intense and Eddie felt this was the moment she realized she had feelings for him.
"Eddie"
"Yes?"
"Get out," she climbed off his lap and covered herself with the blanket.
"Wait what?" He asked as he sat fully up. He looked at her in disbelief.
"Get out," she repeated. "Get your clothes and go." She walked out of her room and he quickly covered himself and went after her.
"Y/N, what is wrong?" He asked but she slammed the bathroom door in his face.
"I'm perfectly fine with how I live my life. I don't need your input."
"I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry. Forget I said anything," he said. "Just please come out."
"Eddie, I'd really like you to leave. Please."
He frowned at the tiredness in her voice. "Yeah. I'll call you." He stepped back from the door and waited a few seconds. He heard nothing from the other side. He removed the blanket and left it on her bed. He went downstairs and dressed himself. His heart was heavy as he walked out and he felt like he could puke from anxiety.
~~~
He called her the next day and she didn't answer.
He spent the whole Saturday waiting by the phone. Once the clock hit ten he decided to go out and get a drink. He opened his trailer door and was shocked to see Y/N standing there. He noticed her red eyes and puffy face. Her usual look of control and confidence was replaced with sadness and vulnerability.
"I'm sorry for randomly showing up. I wanted to see you," she hugged herself and shivered in the night air.
"Come in," he stepped aside and let her in. He closed the door and was suddenly pressed against it. She placed a slow and gentle kiss on his lips and he would have enjoyed the new pace if he didn't taste the heavy amount of alcohol on her breath. He pulled away and she frowned.
"You don't want to kiss me?" She asked. Eddie hated the sadness and betrayal in her voice. She was showing full vulnerability and it was new for both of them.
"I do but I think we should talk first. How about we go to sleep and we can talk in the morning?" He asked.
"No. If you want to talk then let's talk. Let's talk about how you don't know anything about me and you have no right to have opinions about my life." She said and jabbed her finger against his chest.
"You're right and I'm sorry. But I'm not sorry that I mean it. I care about you," he softly pushed her finger away and held her hand.
"I don't want you to."
"Why? What scares you?" Eddie asked. His eyes looked at her like she was delicate, she hated it.
"I'm not scared," she lied. "I just don't feel that way about you."
"Do you think I'm going to believe that?" He scoffed. "Stop lying to yourself." Her hard look fell for a second as he got mad.
"I'm destructive. I've destroyed every boyfriend I've had. I don't want to do that to you. But I'm good at sex and I'm good at being there for a night." She moved her hand up to his cheek and slowly leaned in. He turned his head so her lips met his cheek. She pulled away frustrated, hot tears leaking from her eyes.
"I know you're good at sex. But I want to know what else you're good at. Are you good at cooking? Are you good at dancing? Are you good at math? There's more to you than the sex you offer." He reached forward and wiped away her tears. She didn't fight him and melted into his touch. "All I want is to know who you are because I know I'm going to like her. I know that I can make you happy."
"What if you find out you only like the sex?" She looked at him nervously.
"I like that your favorite color is red and that you drink tequila," he smiled. "There's two things." She couldn't fight off her smile.
"I'm sorry for everything. I care about you a lot and it scares me." She said as she finally broke. She softly cried and Eddie wrapped his arms around her.
"I know, sweetheart and that's okay," he said and finally gave in to kiss her. She eagerly kissed him back and tried to block out her anxious thoughts.
~~~
Y/N looked at Eddie's sleeping body and debated waking him up early for anniversary sex before school started. She figured he'd be more upset about missing sex compared to sleep. She crawled under the blanket and moved between his legs. She wasn't surprised to find his cock slightly hard, she had a theory he was never soft. She took his tip in her mouth and began to suck him off.
Eddie slightly shifted as he felt a warm sensation run through his body. She couldn't see from under the sheet but she assumed he was still asleep. She could hear his snores turn into whimpers. She picked up her pace and he let out a loud moan, which led to Eddie waking up. He slowly opened his eyes and adjusted to the sunlight. He looked down and smiled as he fully woke up to enjoy what was happening.
"Good morning to you too," he moaned. She released his cock and crawled up from the covers. He felt butterflies in his stomach as she smiled up at him. "Is this a six month anniversary treat?"
She was happy he remembered and felt a little embarrassed by how excited it made her. "It is. Think you can finish in ten minutes?" She asked as she looked at his alarm clock.
"With you? Definitely," he watched as she disappeared back under the blanket.
~
Eddie had his arm thrown over Y/N's shoulder as they walked into school. Even though they had been official for six months, guys pretended Eddie didn't exist. He wasn't bothered by it because Y/N put them in their place.
"I have to find Dustin but I'll see you at lunch?" He asked. He moved his arm down to her waist and pressed soft kisses on her neck.
"Absolutely," she smiled and slightly shivered under his touch. She softly yanked his hair and directed his lips to hers. She loved kissing Eddie. It was always warm and addictive. He pulled away and kissed her nose before he walked off.
"Still dating the freak I see," Jason frowned as he slid an arm over her shoulder. She cringed and pushed it off. She turned to walk away, her back to Eddie as he stopped to watch Jason as he heard his famous nickname.
"Not dating Chrissy I see," she said back with attitude. Jason blocked her path.
"Don't play hard to get. Did he do some type of spell to make you like him? Or some Stockholm syndrome?" Jason asked. Eddie rolled his eyes but knew he didn't need to interfere.
"Maybe I put a spell on him," she squinted her eyes. "I didn't touch you when I was single and I'm certainly not interested in touching you now. Enjoy your right hand and leave me alone." She spat at his feet and he jumped back.
~
Lunch arrived and Y/N was excited to see Eddie. The past six months were incredible and wished she gave in way before. She walked behind his chair and looped her arms around him. She planted a kiss on his cheek and took the open seat next to him.
"Hey Y/N"
She groaned as a jock walked up to their table. Eddie rolled his eyes but prepared to watch the show. He felt her foot rub against his leg. "Not interested."
"If you change your mind, here's my number," the guy dropped a piece of paper on the table. Before she could snatch it, Eddie grabbed it and ripped it apart.
"Her mind won't change," Eddie growled. Y/N shifted in her seat at the aggressiveness in her boyfriend's tone. She liked seeing him worked up and jealous.
"Go suck a dick and leave me alone," she said with a smile. The jock walked away defeated and she seemed pleased. With him gone, her attention shifted to Eddie.
~
Y/N pulled books out from her locker and waited for Eddie.
"You look gorgeous today," a stranger said as he walked passed.
"Like I care what you think," she snapped back.
"I would have to agree," Eddie said as he appeared behind her. She smiled and turned around. She looped her arms around his neck and felt her cheeks burn.
"Thank you, handsome," she said. "Ready to get out of here and celebrate our anniversary?"
"I sure am," he smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips. He slid his hand in hers and they walked out.
Y/N hoped their relationship would forever feel like this.
prompt: “You belong on top of the Christmas tree, angel.”
pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Reader x Eddie Munson
an: merry Christmas @penguinsandpringleheads I hope you enjoy this tiny gift from me, honey 🎄🖤 uhhh this was meant to be fluffy… I had full intentions and then this happened so..
cw: unprotected p in v sex, having sex with one partner and the other comes home and joins in, cum eating
[dividers by @strangergraphics can be found here]
You and Steve promised Eddie that the tree would be ready when he got home. However, you got a little distracted.
Your back is pressed against Steve’s chest, as he presses his cock into your cunt.
“God.. fuck.. uhh you feel so fucking good.” His hands hold your hips steady, as he pulls you down onto him inch by inch.
Your skin glows with sweat in the frosted lights from the tree. Steve’s previous teasing and eating you out, having you all wound up like a coil about to snap.
His chest hair feels rough on your back, as you slide down, his soft hands kneading your hips and his cock stretching you so good. It’s a sensation overload but you don’t want it to stop.
“Nghh.” You can’t help your little noises and when he gets fully seated and nudges you just right, you feel your eyes fluttering shut.
You take a moment to just feel him inside you, adjusting to him and taking pleasure in being so connected.
Then you lift up on your knees and slam back down. Feeling that satisfying ache at having him so deep inside you.
You get lost in the moment, the pleasure, the sensations and you don’t even hear the key turn in the lock and the shout of honey’s I’m home.
“Well this is a nice surprise.” Eddie’s voice breaks through your haze and you mewl at the lustful look in his eyes.
“She taking you well, Stevie?” His eyes snap to Steve’s and Steve’s cock twitches inside you.
“The best.” He groans out, as you tighten around him.
Eddie gets closer, admiring the way you both fit together and the slide of Steve’s fat cock sliding in and out of your pretty pussy.
He kneels on the floor in front of you and places a hand on your stomach.
“I can feel you,” Eddie hums and you both moan loudly, “rearranging her guts, huh baby?”
Steve can’t form a coherent sentence with Eddie’s dark eyes looking up at him like that and you’re not feeling much better.
“So pretty.” He sighs out, reaching forward to tease your clit with his mouth.
You both whine at the contact, your legs shaking from how good it feels.
“Tastes so good.” He talks against your skin, the vibrations pleasant and almost too much.
He leans further down to lick at a stripe of Steve’s cock, as it leaves your cunt.
“Mhm, fuck.” Steve lets out, as he slams back into you, pushed over the edge.
You feel like you’re seeing stars, as he hits exactly where you need him and your orgasm washes over you. Their hands on your body being the only thing keeping you up straight.
“Eddie,” You whine out, as he continues to play with your clit prolonging your intense pleasure, “Steve.”
They keep playing with you, Steve’s hands pinching your nipples, and have you quickly falling into another orgasm, your cunt tightly squeezing Steve’s already spent cock.
“Fuck, so good.” Steve moans despite the over stimulation.
He pulls out of you and his cum runs down your thighs. Eddie leans in to lick it up and your pussy twitches at the sight.
“Yum.” He leans in to kiss you, transferring some of the cum into your mouth, it’s all tongue and teeth and too much drool but exactly what you need.
“Oh, we didn’t finish the tree.” You comment from your tangle of limbs on the sofa.
“Huh?” Steve tilts his head, trying to work out what you guys missed, “oh, no Star or Angel.”
“You belong on top of the Christmas tree, angel.” Eddie comments, stroking your cheek lovingly.
“She would make a very pretty Angel.” Steve hums in agreement and your chest feels warm.
“You’re both idiots.” You laugh.
“And you’re undeniably gorgeous.” They both smack a kiss to your cheek and you snuggle in closer.
𐙚 eddie accidentally walks in on you changing in the locker room at school and falls in love with the cute pair of panties you're wearing.
WARNING(S) + OTHER INFO: eddie is 19 / reader is 18. unprotected sex.
first period gym is always a mess — half of hawkins high barely awake, the other half already sweaty and irritable. and eddie munson is always both after the first period of the day this year ; a schedule he didn't ask for, rather one that was thrust upon him by the school guidance counselor. he trudges out of the locker room with his backpack flung over one shoulder, muttering to himself about dodgeballs being ❝ weapons of jocks who peaked at sixteen. ❞
he desperately needs to pee before homeroom ; his morning coffee and cigarette are already staging a rebellion.
he tries the boys’ bathroom first, of course.
but finds every single stall occupied.
each one of them echoing with the sounds of boys talking through the stalls, arguing, or pissing for 5 minutes at a time. like, seriously, it takes a guy that long to pee?
eddie huffs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and scans the hallway. he has a thought — despite high school girls' proclivities to linger in and outside of bathrooms together doing god knows what, the girls' bathroom by the female locker rooms has usually emptied by this time ; no normal teenage girl wanted to spend any prolonged amount of time sweaty and gross by the gymnasium. no, they definitely wanted to get the hell out of there so they could go back to gossiping or snogging their boyfriends in the hall.
quickly, practically skipping over that way before his bladder has a chance to explode, eddie hovers by the doorway, listening.
nothing. not even the squeak of a shoe.
❝ two seconds, ❞ he mutters to himself. ❝ get in, get out, don’t get suspended. ❞
he steps forward —
— and realizes the angle of the bathroom entrance gives him a clear view straight into the girls’ locker room.
who the hell designed this shit?
he freezes.
because someone is there.
he really doesn't mean to look. truly. he stops because he doesn't want to get caught trying to get into the girls' room, not because he's a creep.
but you . . . god, he'll blame you for this until the day he dies.
you're just pulling your pink t-shirt on, your plain white PE shirt discarded on the bench beside you. your arms are raised, hair falling over your shoulders in soft waves. and below the hem of that shirt . . . well, any self-respecting man wouldn't have been able to look away from you. and eddie munson certainly would not have described himself as ❛ self-respecting. ❜ his dark gaze hits soft, lacy pink panties — dainty white trim, pink satin bows, something so delicate and pretty they don’t even look real in the fluorescent lighting of the dingy locker room.
eddie’s brain short-circuits and he finds himself unable to move.
his lips actually part.
his heart jumps so hard against his ribcage that it startles him.
his cock strains immediately against the front of his jeans.
god hates him personally, he's sure of that.
and every fantasy he’s shoved down all year — the ones about you, about the popular girl with the smile much too pretty for him — flashes like lightning behind his eyes.
he doesn’t mean to make the sound he makes.
but something slips out anyway — a tiny, breathless little exhale, almost a whimper, definitely a sigh — the kind that only happens when your nervous system completely abandons all dignity.
and you hear it.
you turn.
slowly.
eyes wide.
expression shifting from bored to startled to something sharp and then, offended.
eddie’s stomach drops straight through the floor.
you caught him.
you caught him staring.
at you. half-naked.
and it looks like his worst nightmare. it looks exactly like he’s been standing there purposely to watch you getting dressed.
his face blanches. you've never seen anyone so white before.
❝ shit. hey. ❞ he stumbles back a step, hands up, panic rising. ❝ i — i wasn’t — i mean, i didn’t— ❞
he may have been able to mutter some excuse and just back up and leave, but.
his hard on is what kills him.
because your gaze is sinking lower and lower, your eyes widening.
the fact that you can tell how turned on he is only serves to ratchet his arousal even higher. the penis is a traitorous thing, if it's anything at all.
you quickly snatch up your PE shirt from the bench and use it to hide your lower half. not that there's any point — he's already seen everything there is to see. ❝ pervert! ❞ you accuse. your voice cracks on the last syllable, like you're not sure whether to throw something or hide your face in your hands.
only then does it occur to eddie to look away.
he turns his face away, covering his eyes with the palm of his hand for good measure. but the sight of you is well and truly seared onto his eyelids. ❝ no! i swear, i — i'm not. i was just coming to see if the bathroom was free. everyone's hogging the fucking stalls in the boys' room. i swear to god! ❞
there's a very pregnant pause, like third trimester pregnant, in which eddie separates two of his fingers to peek through at you.
standing there, breathing heavily, still with your PE shirt dangling in front of you. ❝ . . . seriously? you didn't come in here just to . . . try to see girls naked or something? ❞
❝ no! oh my god, no. i seriously . . . i have to pee so bad. ❞
❝ then go! ❞ you shout suddenly, and eddie flinches.
hurrying into the bathroom with a ❝ okayjesusi'msorryfuck! ❞
locking himself in one of the stalls, he pauses, leaning against it. his heart is racing, breath coming fast to match. god, you . . .
your legs, fuck, he can't help it. and those panties, jesus . . .
so pink and cute. eddie's never seen anyone wear such cute underwear, not even the few girls he's been with over the years. well, the girls he's had sex with probably wouldn't ever have been caught dead in a pink top let alone pink underwear.
but you. you had such wide eyes, pretty little lips, long, satisfying legs. not to mention that little sliver of ass that showed just below the lacy trim of those panties . . . eddie licks his lips, head rolling against the stall door.
his cock throbs and he palms himself through his jeans. how the hell is he ever supposed to pee like this?
well, he has to find some way to go ; if he walks out of here still with an enormous erection, you'd probably take the matter to the principle or some shit. and you'd be well within your right to.
god . . .
eddie does his best to piss and urge his hard on down in record time. he thinks of the most unsexy things he can bring to mind — santa clause, sad movies, the nightly news — and then finally feels well enough to leave.
it's only taken him a couple minutes, but he's hoping you've been able to get dressed and head out in that time.
but when he steps out of the bathroom you're still there. fully dressed now, but sitting on the nearby bench with your hands clasped together and your head hung low.
he would feel bad just leaving without saying anything, so he starts, ❝ hey. i really didn't mean to — ❞
❝ you have to promise, ❞ you tell him suddenly. the look on your face is fierce, and eddie has no doubt that you'd absolutely ruin him and his reputation ( what little is left ) and get him kicked out if he doesn't do as you say. you stand swiftly. ❝ promise me that you weren't looking on purpose. swear. like, swear on your mother's grave you weren't. ❞
his hand is over his heart before you can blink. ❝ i promise. and i swear. on my mother's life and her grave. i wasn't looking at you. i mean. that i didn't mean to. i seriously just came to use the bathroom. ❞ bad idea, now that he thinks back on it.
should have just held it.
you chew the inside of your cheek, apparently mulling over his words. ultimately finding him sincere enough, you nod. ❝ okay. you can go. ❞
there's a brief moment where the two of you look at each other, your eyes flicker down to eddie's jeans and then back up again, curious.
but eddie rushes out of there just as the homeroom bell rings.
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the halls between second and third period are always packed — lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, the usual high school cacophony. eddie’s doing what eddie does best after class : leaning against his locker with the hellfire guys clustered around him, ranting loudly about some especially cursed arc he's planning for the campaign on friday.
he’s mid-sentence, halfway through defending himself against wild accusations that he's a sadistic dungeon master, when he feels it.
that prickle down his neck.
that someone’s watching you feeling.
he looks up.
and there you are, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
and there he is, replaying the scene again in his mind for the 17th time in the last two hours ; pink lace hugging such a plump ass, gorgeous hips running down from under your shirt and into those adorable panties.
it's a miracle he doesn't pop a boner right there in front of all his friends.
and a good thing he doesn't, too, because he realizes you are walking straight toward him. you look like a girl who's on a mission, a girl who has the upper hand.
eddie panics immediately, because, he remembers, you do.
his voice cracks halfway through explaining, ❝ guys, your party hasn't really been tested heavily yet — ❞ he can't take his eyes off of you.
he's making no effort to disguise the fact that he's looking at someone across the hallway.
gareth mutters, ❝ what is . . . is she coming over here? to us? ❞
eddie doesn’t even have time to tell them to shut the hell up.
you stop right in front of him.
up close, god, you look even better than he remembers. and he absolutely does NOT look at your legs this time. or your hips. or anything he is scared of accidentally remembering too vividly. no, nothing else he's spent hours in bed at night fantasizing about. even though much of it was on display earlier, right there, just for him, if only you knew him. knew he wasn't a bad guy, didn't worship the devil or any of that bullshit people were saying about him and other people like him, kids who had ❛ weird ❜ interests.
he braces for you to publicly humiliate him. he deserves it, he supposes, for what happened earlier.
you say, very calmly, betraying nothing of what happened earlier, ❝ munson. i've decided you owe me. ❞
the hellfire boys collectively inhale like they’ve just witnessed a murder.
eddie can't decide what's worse — the fact that his friends are looking between the two of you, bewildered, and he's going to have to find some way to explain to them what happened earlier. or would it have been worse if you'd just screamed at him, gotten it all out in the open so the whole school would know what a disgusting pervert eddie munson was, along with being a freak and a devil worshipper?
eddie’s ears go nuclear red. ❝ i — i told you i didn’t mean — i didn’t, uh . . . invade anything or — ❞
you narrow your eyes. ❝ i know. you promised. i appreciate that . . . do you want to make it up to me or not? ❞
eddie nods so fast the ends of his long hair almost hit mike in the face.
❝ good. ❞ you step closer — close enough that he can smell you, something soft and sweet and some perfume that's definitely expensive. the hellfire club — in tandem — takes a step back and away from the two of you, but eddie somehow stands his ground in the face of you. ❝ take me for ice cream. at the mall. friday after school. ❞
there’s a half-second of stunned silence — the kind that doesn’t usually exist around eddie, because he typically fills every spare inch of air with noise. but right now? he’s speechless.
and of course that’s exactly when the club finds their voices again.
mike sputters first, ❝ wait — friday? but — but friday is hellfire. ❞
dustin’s eyes go wide under his cap. ❝ yeah, eddie. you literally said missing one session throws off the narrative structure of the whole campaign — your words, not mine — ❞
gareth throws his hands up. ❝ dude, you made us sign attendance sheets. attendance sheets. for dungeons & dragons. ❞
eddie whips around like a panicked, cornered animal. ❝ guys, guys — shut up — shut up — ❞ he hisses, waving at them without taking his eyes off you. ❝ i’m — busy. friday. okay? very important business. top secret. national security. ❞
mike looks like he’s about to faint. dustin looks personally betrayed.
you arch a brow, arms still crossed, entirely unbothered by the melodrama imploding behind him. ❝ is that a no, munson? you're really too busy fighting demons to buy me a scoop? ❞
and god, the way you say it — mocking him, but warm underneath, like you already know he’s going to fold — it just about finishes him off.
❝ saturday? ❞ he tries to offer quietly.
❝ i'm busy saturday. ❞
eddie straightens up, tries to pretend he has even one ounce of swagger left. ❝ uh — yeah. yes. absolutely. ice cream. friday. consider it . . . owed. ❞
dustin makes a noise like he’s swallowed a kazoo. ❝ you’re canceling hellfire for a girl? you've never cancelled hellfire, not even once. we still came to club even when you had bronchitis! i mean, what even . . . ❞
eddie doesn’t even look back this time. he just sticks an arm out and shoves dustin’s face gently away like he’s silencing a toddler. ❝ priorities, henderson. ❞
you almost smile — not fully, but enough that eddie feels it like a punch straight to the gut. he thinks he might actually die. it's almost better than seeing your ass in those delicious panties.
almost.
❝ good,❞ you say again, nodding softly. stamping an official seal on the arrangement. ❝ friday. after school. we can leave from here. don’t be late. ❞
and then you turn, disappearing back into the crowded hall without so much as a glance over your shoulder.
eddie stands there frozen, locker at his back, heart somewhere near his shoes, friends staring at him like he’s just announced he’s defecting to soviet russia.
mike is the first to break the silence, whispering, horrified, ❝ dude . . . what the hell? ❞
but eddie? eddie just stands there, feeling like a lump.
because he now has a date with one of the most popular girls in school and has to figure out how to explain to the boys exactly how that happened.
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the food court at starcourt always smells like an oil spill baking in the desert heat — fryer oil and fake cheese and that intense, cloyingly sweet smell from the pretzel place. you must, on some level, be immune to it by now, because you're sitting there like you own the place, leaning back, relaxed, a melting cup of roasted strawberry ice cream in front of you. you must come here every weekend with your friends.
eddie, however, is hyper-aware of everything else.
the way every table feels too close.
the way half the kids from hawkins high are filtering through, doing double takes.
the way two girls at the scoops ahoy counter that eddie recognizes as hawkins cheerleaders whisper behind their straws and stare.
one freshman boy literally almost falls into a trashcan because he’s so busy gawping, and apparently mesmerized, at the sight of you sitting pretty with eddie "the freak" munson across from you.
you don't seem to notice.
or maybe you do — maybe you're just pretending this is normal, like you come here all the time with the losers of the school.
eddie stirs his own ice cream, two scoops of mint chocolate chip, tapping the plastic spoon against the cup. ❝ so — technically — i don’t actually play, ❞ he says. he's clearly passionate about this game, this D&D — he's talking about it like it's something sacred and ancient. ❝ i’m the DM ; the dungeon master. i run the story. the monsters. the world. the . . . uh, chaos. ❞
you blink. ❝ so you don’t actually . . . fight anything? like, as a character? ❞
he snorts. ❝ no. hellfire is my kingdom. i’m basically a god. but, like, a very stressed out, underpaid god. ❞
you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding — a tiny, relieved little exhale. you look down into your soft serve like it just told you a secret.
eddie tilts his head. ❝ what? ❞
you hesitate, fiddling with your spoon before murmuring, ❝ i . . . thought D&D had something to do with, like . . . satanism. ❞
eddie chokes on absolutely nothing. seriously, he's not even swallowing any ice cream when he does.
and he really chokes.
full body cough.
a kid at the next table over jumps.
❝ jesus christ, sweetheart — ❞ he wheezes once he recovers, leaning in toward you, ❝ satanism? seriously? i mean, i like metal music, but we don’t, like, sacrifice goats in the woods on friday nights. i’ve barely got the energy to stay awake during homeroom. ❞
you laugh — a cute little tinkle that makes eddie's head spin — and shake your head. ❝ i know. i mean, now i know. it’s just . . . people say things, i don't know if you've heard. and the news . . . and one girl told me that your club played with actual spellbooks, so i kind of assumed . . . i don’t know. that you guys were doing something dangerous. ❞
eddie makes a face like you've personally offended him, and maybe you have. ❝ yeah, the most dangerous thing those kids do is eat an entire pizza while we're taking a break. dustin once drank a two liter of mountain dew in one go and almost died. that’s the level of danger we’re dealing with. ❞
your shoulders relax, and you look at him with those clear, bright eyes that eddie could just fall into.
❝ i thought you’d be mean, too, ❞ you admit quietly. ❝ or scary. you know. the whole ❛ freak ❜ thing . . . the rumors. i figured you’d be . . . intense. or angry. i don’t know. i mean, you are intense. clearly. ❞ you laugh gently to show him you're not being rude, just making an observation. ❝ but you’re not mean. you’re actually . . . nice. surprisingly nice. ❞
eddie’s face goes pink — not the dramatic blush from earlier in the week, but something subtler. warmer. his ringed fingers twitch like he doesn’t know what to do with them.
❝ well, uh . . . thanks? i try not to be a jackass unless provoked. or unless someone insults my van. or my band. or my campaign. ❞
you grin into your spoon. ❝ so . . . often? ❞
❝ okay, wow. rude. ❞ he points at you with his spoon. ❝ i buy you one — extremely overpriced — cup of ice cream and suddenly i’m the punchline. ❞
you frown. ❝ i'm not a bully. ❞
❝ coulda fooled me, the kids you hang out with. ❞
your frown deepens, and you both look at each other for a long minute.
and that’s when you notice it — the stares. the looks. the not-at-all subtle curiosity of your peers.
a group of basketball players walks by, whispering. one of them lifts his brows at you like he’s silently asking if you're doing this as some kind of dare.
two sophomores pass by and giggle.
a girl from your math class keeps glancing between the two of you like she’s witnessing an honest to god miracle.
eddie shifts a little, shoulders tensing, but he doesn’t get small the way you expect. he doesn’t shrink. he just sits up straighter, tapping his rings against the table, pretending that the entire food court isn’t buzzing about the freak sitting with a girl way, way out of his league.
after a moment he mutters, ❝ you can leave, you know. if this is, uh . . . too weird. i mean, i know you asked me, but. ❞
you look up.
really look.
his eyes are dark and nervous and hopeful in a way that makes your chest do something uncomfortable. goodness, you realize he has the longest eyelashes you've ever seen on a man.
❝ i’m not leaving, ❞ you say, soft but firm. ❝ it’s just ice cream, munson. people can stare if they want. i don’t care. ❞
eddie blinks.
like he wasn’t expecting that.
like he doesn’t quite know what to do with the fact that you’re still here, that you’re not afraid being seen with him might turn you into a total social pariah.
you take another bite of your ice cream, pretending your heart isn’t beating too fast.
then: ❝ besides . . . the rumors were wrong about you anyway. you’re not a freak. ❞
eddie swallows, hard.
he doesn’t say anything for a second — just watches you, stunned, like no one has ever said something like that to him before. maybe they haven't. it's quite possible no one has ever been nice to eddie munson in his life. the hellfire club boys, sure. they've been friendly with him. but maybe what eddie needs is someone sweet, someone to baby him — just a little.
finally, he clears his throat. ❝ well… don’t say it too loud. people might think you actually like me or something. ❞
you look at him over the rim of your cup.
❝ maybe i do. ❞
eddie pulls a face. ❝ what, from one conversation over some ice cream? ❞
❝ do i have to remind you what happened earlier this week? ❞ eddie's entire face goes blood red ; he's remembering as you talk. ❝ i believe you. i know you weren't looking on purpose. i think you handled it better than most of the popular guys at school would have. they probably would’ve kept staring until i threw my backpack at them or something. and . . . ❞
you mull over what to tell him, how much to reveal. ❝ . . . maybe i noticed you before that. saw you in the halls between class, at lunch with your club. maybe i was . . . curious. ❞
eddie scowls, dark brows pulling close together over even darker eyes. ❝ even though you thought i was mean? that you thought i was an evil, satan worshipping freak? ❞ he says it like he thinks you're trying to pull the wool over his eyes, like he's trying to catch you in a lie.
❝ sure did. but . . . was hoping you weren't. was hoping you were secretly sweet, that you were even better than most of the boys i hang around with. they suck. ❞
eddie doesn’t know what to say, so he just very slowly eats another spoonful of his ice cream.
does he believe you? you hope he does. everything you’ve said is nothing but the truth.
❝ anyway, ❞ you sigh, playing idly with your ice cream and thinking of how to change the subject and make things less awkward. ❝ . . . i never knew D&D was just like lord of the rings. maybe i would’ve played sooner. ❞
there’s an aborted little movement from eddie’s side of the table that startles you. ❝ you’ve read the lord of the rings? ❞
❝ i’ve read just about every fantasy series there is to read, ❞ you explain with a shrug. ❝ i just . . . like reading. ❞
the look in eddie’s eyes changes now, becomes darker ; it looks like he has a secret he’s unwilling to tell you. ❝ jeez, princess. if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were the perfect girl. ❞
you try hard to just take what he’s said as a compliment. it’s hard, though, with that little caveat he snuck in there. ❝ oh, and you do? know better? ❞
your hand and eddie’s hand are laying side by side on the sticky tabletop. eddie’s fingers twitch toward yours. when he speaks, his voice is low, probably to avoid being overheard by any of your passing classmates. not because he’s ashamed of what he’s about to say, but because he doesn’t want to embarrass you. or have people start to spread nasty rumors about you the way they do about him.
❝ i know you’re pretty. very pretty. what i don’t know is why you’re sitting here with the school outcast giving people a reason to hate you. especially after i . . . y’know, on tuesday. ❞
in a microscopic movement, your fingers meet his, your knuckles now laying together. you aren’t sure who moves first, but eventually your fingers are brushing, back and forth, against each other’s, in the smallest of movements. even just that little bit of affection is enough to make you melt.
you lean toward him, trying to keep your cool and not just crawl all over him right here at the mall. ❝ eddie. in a year, none of these people will matter. their opinions, what they said, the things we did, it’ll all just be history. so let them talk. who gives a fuck? ❞
eddie blinks at you like you’ve just said something groundbreaking. your words — the way you just cursed casually, the confidence, your edge of defiance — they hit him straight in the gut. because that's not how you present. he feels it in a place he knows he shouldn’t, in that exact same traitorous spot from tuesday morning. his fingers twitch against yours, restless, and you let your thumb curl around his index finger, comforting. eddie looks at your entwined hands and then away, scanning for anyone still paying attention to the two of you.
❝ remember what i said, ❞ you mutter, pinkie extending to lay against his warm wrist. ❝ fuck ‘em. ❞
❝ jesus, you’re something else, you know that? ❞ his voice is low too, private, just for you.
you smile a mischievous smile, taking a slow lick of your ice cream, making sure his eyes are now locked on yours. ❝ something good? ❞
eddie swallows so hard you can see his throat working through it, because yes. very good. good enough to make his stomach twist and his cock throb in his jeans. ❝ yeah . . . definitely good. ❞
he leans closer, slowly, still careful not to attract any more attention than is necessary, though he can’t quite hide the way his entire body has gone taut as a bowstring. god, you want to make him come undone. ❝ so . . . uh . . . this is going to sound insane, but . . . jesus, please don’t call me a pervert again, but. ❞ his voice dips lower, teasing you, but still uncertain. ❝ those panties. tuesday. they . . . they were kind of . . . distracting. ❞
you pause, spoon frozen halfway to your lips, eyes flickering down to where he’s turned his hand over in yours, fingers full on skimming back and forth over the sensitive palm of your hand now. there’s a faint flush in your cheeks, and maybe — maybe — a smile that hints you’re enjoying the game he’s playing. ❝ distracting, huh? ❞ your tongue darts out, slices through the mound of soft ice cream on your spoon. ❝ oh really, eddie? kind of distracting? ❞
eddie’s teeth sink deep into his lower lip. ❝ yeah . . . kind of — no. you know what? not kind of. very. very distracting. don’t think i’m gonna forget what i saw. ❞
still his fingers sweep over your palm ; there are goosebumps prickling your entire arm.
you shiver in spite of yourself. ❝ eddie? ❞
your eyes are so wide, your tone so desperate . . . he panics. ❝ hm? hey, what’s wrong? did i say something? i still swear — i didn’t mean to look earlier, i promise it wasn’t on purpose. I would never — ❞
❝ eddie. take me somewhere we can be alone together. please. ❞ you’ve turned your hand over, effectively pinning his to the table. you are desperate, desperate for him. desperate for the way his lashes brush his cheeks every time he blinks, the way his lips move, the perfect timbre of his voice.
you’ve never wanted anyone this badly, and you’re sure he can tell.
he doesn’t have to be told twice. with a nod, he grabs your hand and starts to lead you back through the food court, abandoning your ice creams as you slip past curious glances and whispers until the large glass doors of the mall’s main entrance come into view.
but eddie doesn’t lead you there. he takes a hard turn and pulls you down a side hallway that looks like it might be just for maintenance.
you trust him, though, so you let him keep going, pushing through a small side door and into the brisk night air. into a world of abandoned furniture, wooden tables stacked crookedly, couches leaning against the wall, metal shelving scattered like a maze. the powerful docking bay flood lights hit the dust motes floating in the air, catching on your hair, making eddie catch his breath.
❝ wow, ❞ you sigh, looking around at all of the furniture. ❝ what is this? ❞
eddie shrugs, starting to pick his way past a garish settee. ❝ you told me to take you somewhere private. ❞
you can’t hold in a well-meaning giggle. ❝ yeah, i figured you were gonna take me back to your place. ❞
❝ oh. damn. well . . . i can still do that. ❞ he turns back, ready to leave.
❝ wait, wait. i wanna explore back here now. this is cool. i never knew this kind of stuff was back here.❞
❝ oh, yeah. back of the furniture store. i’ve only been here a couple times, but didn’t take me long to find this place. they don’t guard it very well. clearly. furniture graveyard back here. ❞
❝ you can hardly call it a graveyard, most of this shit is brand new. ❞ you stand on a plush red velvet footstool, trying to track eddie’s movements through the maze of furniture.
he seemingly picks out a suitable armchair the size of a small car, motioning you over.
grabbing your hand and helping you maneuver through the wreck of items, he makes sure you’re safe before taking a seat in the armchair.
eddie pats his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like of course this enormous abandoned armchair was meant for this — for you, for him, for whatever this is turning into.
you roll your eyes good-naturedly. ❝ seriously? ❞
eddie’s grin goes crooked, boyish, a little smug in that way he can’t quite hide around you. ❝ yeah. seriously. unless you’d rather sit on . . . ❞ he gestures vaguely at a nearby plastic patio chair missing one leg, the saddest item at the party. ❝ . . . that. ❞
you sigh, but it’s useless — you’re already moving toward him. already letting him guide you by the waist as you settle onto his lap.
his hands are warm. too warm, scorching your skin wherever they touch.
you sink into him, into the solid feel of his chest against you, the curve of the massive armchair cupping you both like a secret. you shift a little until you’re comfortable — which is sort of a lie, because there’s nothing comfortable about the way your heart is slamming around in its cage, nothing comfortable about the way his breath hitches when your thighs brush his.
eddie exhales through his nose like he’s trying very, very hard to be chill.
❝ well, hey there, princess, ❞ he murmurs, voice low enough to vibrate against your side. ❝ makin’ yourself right at home. ❞
❝ you told me to, didn’t you? ❞ you tease, turning halfway toward him. in this position, your legs are thrown over the side of the armchair, your bum seated comfortably atop his lap.
eddie’s eyes flicker briefly to your mouth. ❝ yeah, but i honestly didn’t expect you to be so . . . obedient. ❞
you shove his shoulder lightly. ❝ shut up. ❞
❝ no, i mean — ❞ his fingers flex on your hips, steadying you when you shift. ❝ — not complaining. definitely not. ❞
you can feel him adjusting under you, just slightly. enough that you know. enough that he knows you know.
your skirt drapes over your thighs, soft against his jeans, and when you move again — just a tiny test — eddie makes a noise like someone hit him with a truck.
you pretend you didn’t hear it.
he pretends he didn’t make it.
his hand — the one with all the rings — drops to your bare knee, barely touching. just fingertips. just testing. when you don’t flinch away, those fingertips glide up an inch. warm. slow. deliberate.
❝ you okay? ❞ eddie whispers, and you nod. your eyes feel hot, almost like you could cry. but it’s only that this is such a new sensation for you. you’ve never let anyone touch you like this, never trusted anyone to, not even some of the popular guys you’ve known for years.
why is eddie different?
instead of asking or saying any of that, you purse your lips. ❝ are you okay? ❞
❝ oh, sweetheart, ❞ eddie murmurs, thumb brushing the soft, tender underside of your knee now, ❝ not even close. ❞
you shift again — not on purpose, probably — but it doesn’t matter. his hand tightens on your knee, just enough to hold you still. just enough to tell you he feels everything.
you swallow, heat curling low in your stomach.
❝ eddie… ❞
❝ yeah? ❞ he nudges the side of your jaw with his nose, like he’s testing how close he can get before you push him away.
you don’t push him away.
his fingers slide higher, tracing the warm skin of your inner thigh, disappearing under the hem of your skirt like he’s trying not to rush but absolutely is.
your breath stutters.
eddie feels it.
he leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice a rasp.
❝ you tell me to stop if you want. otherwise . . . ❞ his thumb strokes higher, bolder, ❝ . . . i’m gonna keep going. ❞
your hand covers his on your thigh — not to stop him.
but to guide him.
eddie makes another noise, this one even more alarming, though you don’t know how that’s possible.
you pull back a bit, just enough to look at him, to make sure he’s okay.
eddie looks like he’s drowning, dark eyes melting into yours as you continue to push his hand higher. ❝ gonna let me see those pretty panties again? ❞ he demands to know. ❝ gonna let me touch ‘em? ❞
your hand stops. and so does his. you’re shivering, breathing heavily, feeling like you could shake apart if he left you right now.
❝ not here, ❞ you mumble pitifully, and eddie nods.
❝ okay. ❞
unable to bear it anymore, you close your eyes.
and that’s when he kisses you.
eddie kisses like he’s been wanting you like this for years.
not timid, no longer even a touch hesitant. just hungry — that kind of desperate, relieved hunger reserved only for starving men faced with a meal and drug addicts who just got their fix.
his lips crash into yours, hard and warm, over and over, and your whole body jolts. you realize you’ve been hungry, too. starved for touch and affection and anyone who truly cared about you. he cups your jaw with one hand, thumb sweeping your cheekbone, the other arm locked tight over your legs like he thinks you might leave.
you melt instantly.
you don’t mean to — it’s instinct. the second his mouth opens against yours, your fingers go to his chest, clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer even though there’s nowhere left to go. he’s already pressed against you everywhere — chest firm, thighs solid under yours, the heat of him pushing up through the underside of your skirt.
the kiss deepens fast — too fast — like he’s been imagining it, like you’ve been torturing him just by existing. his breath tastes like the mint chocolate ice cream he’s been enjoying and something bitter underneath, but not unpleasant. something unmistakably eddie.
his nose bumps yours when he tilts his head, clumsy, eager, borderline messy, which only makes this more real. his mouth fits against yours in that perfect, greedy way that makes your thighs tense and your stomach leap into your throat.
eddie groans — a low, rough, startled sound — the second your lips part from his. it vibrates through his chest and into yours, and you swear you could come undone from that alone.
and then he’s pulling you up, hands strong on your waist. you gasp as he lifts you bodily and sets you down with your thighs now on either side of his. you can feel him now. really feel him. underneath your skirt, your underwear — similar to the pair you wore on tuesday, just with less bows and more lace — come into contact with the rough material of his jeans, tented by a very obvious erection. you really hope you’re not making an absolute mess down there.
his fingers slip into your hair, tugging gently, guiding your mouth open under his once more. his rings are cool against your neck when he cups the back of your head, holding you exactly where he wants you.
and you kiss him back with the same needy, aching urgency — because you want him, too. because you’ve wanted this longer than you’ll admit. because nothing has ever felt like this.
eddie breaks away just an inch, your foreheads pressed together, breathing hard.
❝ i have to admit something, ❞ he breathes.
you make a tiny sound, questioning. please don’t admit you’re actually a pervert who really does love spying on girls in the locker room, you think desperately.
❝ you said — ❞ he has to stop, catch his breath, swallow thickly. you soothe him with a hand at his jaw, thumb stroking over his heated skin. ❝ you said you noticed me before, in the halls at school? i noticed you, too. fucking everywhere, baby. in the halls, in class, at assembly, during PE. i’ve thought about you . . . fuck, i’ve thought about you so much. never thought i . . . i mean, what chance did i have with you? the freak of hawkins high? ❞
❝ don’t say that, ❞ you chide, grabbing for one of his hands, which you bring to your lips so you can kiss the inside of his wrist. that area smells so strongly of him you almost pass out. ❝ if we had just . . . i dunno, been paired for a project or . . . sat at the same lunch table, it sounds like this would have happened sooner. ❞
eddie’s dark gaze is cemented to yours, and his voice drops as he continues, like he’s afraid his words might shatter the moment if he speaks them too loudly.
❝ when i saw you standing there in those lace and bows, babe, you looked like — ❞ he exhales, shaking his head a little, disbelief curling at the edges of every syllable. ❝ like a fuckin’ elven princess straight out of one of my campaigns. swear to god, you looked all soft and pretty and . . . fuck. those panties. ❞
his fingers dig suddenly into the meat of your thigh, just under the edge of your skirt.
❝ pink lace. little bows. like you stepped right out of my brain and into that locker room. ❞ he kisses you again, softly, and against your lips he asks, ❝ . . . do they all look like that? or were you wearing those for like . . . a special occasion? ❞
you huff a laugh, smiling into the kiss. ❝ most of them. ❞
he pulls back and his brows lift, hope flaring.
❝ i mean, i have some normal pairs. but most of them are cute like that, yeah. ❞
eddie makes a sound that’s halfway between a choke and a moan and you grab anxiously for his fingers again, slipping them up and under your skirt. ❝ eddie, you can. you can touch. i just . . . i wanna wait until we’re back at your place to have sex. ❞
❝ we don’t have to, ❞ eddie tells you, and at your disappointed look he squeezes your thigh again, reassuring. ❝ i just mean, we can do whatever you want. i’m happy using my fingers or . . . my tongue. don’t feel like you owe me anything. ❞
❝ i want to, ❞ you let him know, urging his hand as high as it’s been now.
eddie watches you carefully as his fingers crawl up the tender skin of your thigh, and just as his thumb presses into the rough lacy edge of the cute lavender pair you’re wearing tonight —
❝ jesus christ, ❞ he mutters. ❝ you’re so fucking pretty, i don’t even deserve to look at you, let alone touch you. ❞
he’s suddenly tense against you, shoulders locking like he’s remembered who he is, where he stands in the pecking order of hawkins high. his hand falters under your skirt, like he’s about to pull it away entirely.
wanting anything in this moment but to lose his warm skin against yours, your palm slides to his cheek, warm and steady, fingers threading into his hair — which is surprisingly soft — to keep him right where he is.
❝ hey, ❞ you murmur. ❝ i told you not to think like that. or talk like that. ❞
his eyes flicker to yours, dark and uncertain.
❝ i’m not . . . too much for you? ❞ he asks quietly. ❝ or — i don’t know — wrong? ❞
you lean in and kiss him again, slow this time. not frantic. not rushed. just enough to make your meaning unmistakably clear.
when you pull back, you keep your nose brushing his.
❝ eddie munson, ❞ you whisper, ❝ i wouldn’t be letting you kiss me in the back of this mall if you weren’t exactly right for me. ❞
something in his face breaks open at that.
he swallows hard, then blurts, ❝ were you really gonna go to the principal? ❞
you blink. ❝ what? ❞
❝ after tuesday, ❞ he admits, embarrassed. ❝ i kept thinking you were gonna ruin my life, expel me or something. ❞ he may hate school, but there’s a reason he hasn’t dropped out yet.
you smile — remembering how you had indeed threatened to take the matter to the principle if eddie didn’t take you out. ❝ no. ❞
his eyes widen. ❝ no? ❞
❝ no, ❞ you repeat. ❝ i was just hoping you’d ask me out. ❞
eddie stares at you like you’ve just told him gravity isn’t real.
❝ you’re kidding. ❞
❝ i’m not. ❞ you shrug lightly, thumb again tracing the line of his jaw, that place you can’t stay away from. ❝ i figured if i scared you a little, you might actually do something. ❞
he lets out a breathy laugh, stunned. ❝ you are . . . terrifying. ❞
❝ worked, didn’t it? ❞
his answer is another kiss — deeper, slower. that thumb finally pushes its way beneath the band of your underwear, stroking the sensitive skin of your waist now. which leaves his other fingers reaching around, clenching at your backside.
you shiver, pressing in close to him. ❝ eddie? take me home now? ❞
eddie nods and stands immediately with you still in his arms.
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the drive to eddie’s place is . . . tense, to say the least.
he keeps drumming his fingers nervously on the steering wheel and glancing over at you until you sigh and reach over for his hand, place it on your thigh for him.
only then does he seem to calm, hand ghosting back and forth over your leg, although he does still look over at you periodically, like he’s still expecting you to scream for him to stop touching you.
when he makes the final turn, he takes a sharp breath and says, ❝ guess i shouldn’ve mentioned i live . . . here. ❞
the van rolls to a stop in front of a trailer — porch light humming, dirty metal stairs leading up to an even dirtier front door.
❝ mhm, and? ❞ you already knew eddie lived here with his uncle, it wasn’t a secret. it was one of the many things jason carver and his goons liked to make fun of eddie for.
❝ well, it’s not exactly a house. ❞
❝ duh. ❞ you tug on his hand and whine, ❝ eddie. come on. ❞
luckily, he obeys without much more obstinacy, hopping from the van and coming around to your side to open the door for you.
❝ my lady. ❞ he speaks in a very good british accent, bowing low, clearly putting his D&D skills to good use.
with a giggle, you take his hand and let him lead you to the door.
it’s gotten fairly cold out, so you stand shuffling from foot to foot as eddie unlocks the door.
even after you’ve gotten inside, you waffle by the entryway, shivering as eddie flits around turning on lights. ❝ if you’re hungry, i think there’s some pizza in the fridge. i also always have pretzels lying around here somewhere. ❞
he’s coming back for you down the hallway where he’s turned on a side light, mumbling something about, ❝ sorry it’s kind of a mess in here. my uncle works nights and — ❞
you greet him with a kiss, giving meaning to the phrase ❛ throwing yourself at him. ❜ his mouth is wet and hungry under yours, steadying the two of you as he stumbles back with his arms around you.
yours are flung around his shoulders, on tiptoe in order to be able to continue kissing him properly. ❝ eds. touch me. ❞
eddie makes a low sound into your mouth — one you can only describe as needy — and his hands find you instinctively, both under your skirt, suddenly gripping your ass.
❝ goddamn, is that . . . ❞ his breath catches in his throat and you step forward to latch your lips to his adam’s apple. ❝ is that . . . silk? ❞
❝ satin, ❞ you correct him with a smile, worrying your teeth over his skin. he’s going to have one hell of a hickey on his throat monday at school.
❝ god, ❞ he murmurs. ❝ you’re gonna kill me. ❞
you smile against his neck. ❝ bedroom, then? ❞
that does it.
he laughs and takes your hand, tugging you down the narrow hallway. he stops halfway down to bang on the thermostat. ❝ sorry it’s kinda cold. heating system’s ancient. it should warm up in here soon. ❞
you merely run your free hand down his arm, trying to convey the sentiment that you don’t care, that there are more important things to be taken care of.
eddie’s room is lit but dim, familiar, lived-in ; band posters, scattered clothes, the faint hum of something electric in the background.
the door barely clicks shut before he’s kissing you again.
slow and deep, eddie memorizing every single one of your gasps and moans.
his hands are careful but everywhere — skimming up under your shirt, on your waist, under your skirt again — grounding himself in the reality of you standing here with him.
at some point, foreheads pressed together, he exhales shakily.
❝ can i ask you something? ❞
you nod, nose brushing his again.
❝ are you . . . ❞ he takes a lock of your hair and places it gingerly over your shoulder, stroking your tresses like you’re a doll to be pampered. ❝ is this your first time? ❞
you nod.
eddie’s hand stills in your hair. ❝ really? figured you’d have guys throwing themselves at you. ❞ his hand meets your waist again, squeezing as if to say ❛ how are you a virgin, looking like this? ❜
❝ guys try, ❞ you admit. ❝ but i really need to trust someone to want to do that with them. ❞
he studies you for a long moment, thumb tracing slow circles at your hip.
❝ and you trust me? ❞
another nod ; you’ve never been more sure of anything.
something in his chest visibly gives.
❝ jesus, ❞ he whispers. ❝ you have no idea what that does to me. ❞
he kisses you again — reverent now — starting to shuffle you back toward his bed.
❝ we’ll go slow, ❞ he murmurs against your lips. ❝ okay? ❞
❝ okay. i trust you, ❞ you tell him again.
❝ thank you. ❞
the both of you toe your shoes off and when he pulls you down with him onto the bed, it’s with care, letting you scoot up the bed until your head is on his pillows. everything smells so much like him now you never want to leave.
he flattens the messy covers around you and when he opens his mouth, you can tell he’s about to apologize again. for what, this time? for how disorganized his room is? for how cold it still is? just for being eddie munson?
you cut him off before he can. ❝ shh. don’t apologize. ❞
you pull him down over you by his shoulders, and eddie covers your body with his.
and though you’ve never done this before, your legs instinctually know where they should go — right around eddie’s tight waist, squeezing, never wanting to let him go.
eddie braces himself with a hand beside your head, while the other cups the outside of your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin.
❝ what you’ve been waiting for, ❞ you sigh, reaching for the zipper at your side.
eddie doesn’t answer, seemingly transfixed by your skirt or whatever’s beneath it.
tugging that zipper down, you let your skirt fall open around you and eddie takes a deep, sudden breath.
you’re encased in a pair of soft lavender satin panties tonight, the whole pair edged with lace with one big white bow at the front.
eddie has stopped moving.
his eyes drag slowly over you, dark and hungry and stunned, like he’s trying to convince himself you aren’t some cruel hallucination. his hand tightens on your thigh. ❝ baby . . . if this is some kinda prank, something your friends put you up to, you need to tell me now. ❞
❝ it’s not. ❞
❝ fuck, ❞ he breathes, barely louder than the hum of the heat finally kicking on. ❝ you’re . . . ❞
he’s seemingly unable to finish his sentence.
his fingers come to brush the lace edge just at the crux of your right thigh, tentative at first — still reverent, like he’s afraid he might ruin these delicate things just by touching. the satin, when he runs his fingers a little higher, is cool beneath his fingertips, smooth, impossibly soft.
❝ jesus christ, ❞ he mutters to himself.
his thumb now traces the line of lace, slow and deliberate, following the curve of your hip up to your waist. you hear him swallow above you.
❝ do you have any idea what you look like right now? ❞
you want to make a joke, you really do, but eddie looking at you like this, touching you like this, like you’re some precious thing, it takes away your ability to do much more than say his name.
❝ eddie? ❞
❝ i know. ❞ his big hand spreads out on your hip. ❝ i know, baby. ❞
you don’t know when you started shaking, but you realize eddie’s trying to soothe your tremors by scooping an arm beneath you, gathering you up against him as he presses a kiss to your neck. ❝ going too fast? ❞
❝ n-no. i mean, i didn’t think so. maybe . . . you show me something now. i can’t be the only one getting naked here. ❞ you knee him in the ribs as gently as you can.
with a grin, eddie pulls back.
when he does, you can see the very obvious tent in his jeans. just like in the locker room. if you were curious then, you’re very curious now.
eddie's grin widens at your words, his eyes darkening with pure lust as he looks down on you. ❝ oh sweetheart, aren’t you playing with fire now . . . ? ❞ he growls playfully, and leans in to nip at your lower lip.
his hands roam your curves possessively, squeezing and caressing every inch of exposed skin. he can feel the heat radiating off of your body and it makes his cock throb with need. ❝ you wanna see what you do to me, baby? how hard you make me? ❞
with a swift movement, eddie stands up and starts unbuckling his belt. his jeans fall to the floor with a soft sound as he kicks them aside. he's left standing there in his shirt and a pair of black briefs, which are straining against his massive erection.
he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear teasingly. ❝ like what you see so far, princess? nothin’ fancy like yours, but i think this works for me . . . ❞
and it definitely does work for him — the midnight black of those briefs against the pale porcelain of his thighs makes you want to attack him.
instead, you pull him down atop you once more, legs around his waist, one hand in his hair and the other snaking between the two of you to palm him through the thin cotton of his underwear. ❝ eds. you're so hard . . . is that all for me? ❞
your hand cupping his aching cock earns you a deep-seated groan, the worn, flimsy fabric of his boxers doing little to hide how hard he is for you. he grinds against your hand, wanting more. ❝ fuck yes, baby girl . . . all for you. every thick inch of me is yours. ❞
he captures your lips in another searing kiss, tongue diving into your mouth to taste and claim every inch. his hips rock against yours steadily now, the heat of your bodies mingling as you rut together.
❝ you feel that? feel how much I want you? how much i’ve been wanting you? ❞ he pants between kisses. ❝ i'm gonna fuck you so good tonight, sweetheart. gonna take my time and make that little pussy mine. ❞
one large hand slides down to grip your ass possessively while the other reaches up to tug at the hem of your shirt. ❝ got somethin’ pretty on up here, too? i wanna see, wanna suck on your nipples until you're begging for my cock . . . ❞
eddie's words make you shy ; you’ve never heard someone talk that dirty before. a soft pink blush starts at your cheeks and drips all the way down to the top of your chest.
you also realize that, if what eddie says is true, he's lain in this very bed before touching himself to the thought of you. ❝ oh god, ❞ you whisper, leaning up to take the bottom of your shirt in hand and yank it off.
laying it aside, you hear eddie exhale sharply. you’re wearing a matching set, so your bra is a nice soft purple too, with satin cups and lacy trim, another big white bow right in the middle of your chest.
eddie's eyes darken with lust, the sight of you in such a dainty set making his cock throb painfully. he licks his lips hungrily. ❝ fuck, you look so good like this . . . like a goddamn princess, i swear. ❞
he leans down to nuzzle at the swell of your breasts, pressing open mouthed kisses along the tops of them before reaching behind to unclasp your bra. his hair tickles you as the lacy garment falls away and eddie groans at the sight of your bare tits.
❝ so fucking perfect . . . ❞ he murmurs reverently before taking one pert nipple into his mouth. he suckles and laps greedily at it while he rolls the other between his fingers.
his hips continue to grind at your center, both of your underwear now soaked with your arousal and some of eddie’s precum. eddie can feel how wet you are even through the fabric. ❝ you're dripping for me already, aren't you, baby? such a needy little thing . . . ❞
you’re squirming, loving all the attention eddie's giving you, all the sweet things he's saying to you. ❝ eddie . . . ❞ you love saying his name, too, loves the way it feels in your mouth, between your teeth.
once eddie sucks that nipple between his lips, you let out an embarrassing moan, fingers scrabbling for purchase against the hard, lean planes of his back. ❝ eddie, eddie . . . want you. want you so bad! ❞
at your desperate plea, eddie groans around your nipple, the sound juddering against your sensitive flesh. he releases it with a wet pop before kissing his way to your other breast to give it the same treatment.
❝ fuck, i want you too, baby . . . want to bury my cock in your tight little pussy and make you scream my name, ❞ he growls, nibbling playfully at your breast.
he sits up suddenly, drawing your legs wider around him as he reaches down to hook his fingers into the waistband of those soft lavender panties. ❝ as much as i love these, ‘m gonna take ‘em off now . . . wanna see all of you. ❞
slowly, like he’s savoring every inch of you being revealed to him, he pulls those panties painstakingly down your legs before tossing them aside. he takes a moment to drink in the sight of you laid out naked beneath him, a feast for his eyes.
you’re embarrassed again, now only because he can see what he’s done to you. your little pussy is a mess, smeared with your own juices.
❝ so fucking gorgeous . . . can't wait to taste every inch of you, ❞ he murmurs, sliding suddenly down between your thighs. ❝ gonna eat this pretty pussy until you're shaking . . . is that okay? ❞
eddie's cheek is pressed to your thigh and your hand is in his hair, petting. more to soothe yourself than him. you nod, less embarrassed now and more nervous. what if eddie doesn't like how you taste? what if he thinks you’re too wet? what if —
eddie’s nuzzling into your thigh, hands sneaking around to cradle your hips. he can feel your nervousness and it makes him want to take extra care of you. ❝ shh, it's okay, baby . . . just relax for me. i’m gonna take such good care of you, i promise. ❞
he places a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh before trailing his lips lower. his breath ghosts over your slick folds and you shiver. ❝ you smell so good, sweetheart . . . can't wait any longer to taste you. ❞
eddie leans in and licks a slow stripe up your slit, groaning at the taste of your arousal. ❝ fuuuck, you taste amazing . . . so sweet. fuckin’ delicious. ❞
he seals his mouth over your pussy and starts lapping at you eagerly, tongue delving between your folds to collect every drop of your essence. eddie focuses on teasing around your clit with the tip of his tongue while sucking gently.
you’re really squirming now, breathing heavily, writhing on eddie’s bed and tightening your thighs around his head. ❝ e-eddie . . . oh god. ❞
❝ that's it, baby, ❞ he mumbles against your slick cunt, ❝ just let go . . . wanna make this pretty pussy cum all over my face. ❞
one particularly insistent swipe of his tongue over your clit makes you thrash, but eddie is holding you down by your hips. ❝ unh . . . eddie. fuck, i'm gonna — ❞
your thighs start to tremble around his head and he doubles his efforts, alternating between flicking his tongue rapidly over your clit and sucking at your entrance.
❝ that's it, baby, cum for me. wanna feel this pussy fuckin’ pulse against my mouth. ❞ he’s growling against you, dark gaze trained up on your heaving chest. ❝ gonna lap up every drop of your cum. ❞
eddie suddenly has two of his thick fingers plunging deep into your tight, hot channel. he pumps them in and out steadily, curling them just so.
as close as you are, you can’t hold back.
those fingers, his tongue, his voice . . . fuck, his voice might be your favorite thing about him. and he certainly knows how to use it in the bedroom.
you scream his name one last time, fingers tight in his hair as you give one last violent spasm atop his comforter and then start to flood his mouth.
he moans as you come undone, your pussy clenching around his fingers, release dripping down his chin. he laps eagerly at you, drinking down every drop just like he said he would.
❝ fuck yes, just like that, princess. cum all over my face. ❞ he keeps his tongue and fingers running in tandem to work you through your high until you come down.
then, gently, he eases those fingers out of you before kissing his way up your body.
eddie takes a moment to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. ❝ you did so good, sweetheart. came so hard for me. ❞
your trembling arms embrace him, and you turn your face to meet him for a tender kiss, still breathing hard as eddie holds you close.
but it isn’t long before he’s reaching down, palming at himself through his briefs. ❝ fuck, that made me even harder. i wanna bury my cock in that tight little pussy and fuck you until the only thing you know how to say is my name. ❞
with the way he's started to suck so gently on your tongue, it's a miracle you can even speak when the two of you part again.
❝ y-you said you'll be gentle, yeah? ❞
❝ yes. ❞ he nods, leaning back to take you in, hands worshipping you on their way back down to your hips. ❝ told you, i’ll take care of you. ❞
almost before you know what’s happening, eddie quickly strips out of the remainder of his clothes, revealing his lean, tattooed body and the thick erection jutting from between his thighs.
your heart starts to race and eddie goes for a condom from the bedside table while you try not to think about why he needs those there, what other girls from town he may have been with.
then you reach to still his hand, shaking your head. ❝ no. please? ❞
eddie’s eyes flicker with surprise. ❝ . . . you sure? i mean, i’m clean, to my knowledge. but i have . . . been with some other girls. ❞
you huff, cheeks going red with embarrassment. ❝ i figured as much. i just . . . don't wanna use one, ❞ you finish lamely.
you know it's stupid, know it's risky. but god, if you don't get to feel him sliding bare into you you’re going to lose your mind.
looking as though he knows it’s a bad idea, but wanting to make you happy anyway, eddie sets the unopened condom back on the table and comes to hover over you again. ❝ okay. anything for my princess. ❞
another soft, doting kiss shared between the two of you has you seeing stars.
just before eddie reaches down to line himself up with your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through your still-slick folds.
his gaze meets yours and you nod and with a subtle push of his hips, the head of eddie munson’s cock pops right into your tight cunt.
❝ fuck . . . i dunno how long i’m gonna last, baby. you feel . . . nngh, god, fuck! you feel so fucking good. ❞ his fingers are bruising on your hips, though you’re sure he doesn’t mean them to be.
you know how he’s feeling, like it’s too much and not enough all at once.
❝ eddie? do i feel . . . do i feel better than those other girls? the — the ones you’ve been with before? ❞ silly, jealousy at this point, when he’s already inside of you. but you can’t help it, can’t help imagining what girls eddie munson has fucked up until now. probably sammy from your fifth period history class. she’s alternative enough. or — god — heather in band who loves to paint her face like those KISS guys. she’s exactly eddie’s type.
elbows now cushioned on either side of your head, eddie pets your hair back from your sweaty forehead. ❝ what are you thinking about? ❞ he questions softly, a smirk on his face like he knows exactly what's going through your head. ❝ there’s no contest — you’re the best fucking thing i’ve ever felt in my life. including the first time i heard metallica. ❞
your eyes go wide. ❝ wow, that's. you mean that? ❞
eddie nods solemnly. ❝ i do. and if you don't believe me, then maybe i should fuck you until you do. ❞
hips inching forward, eddie slips another inch or two more of his aching cock inside of you.
the noise you make is embarrassing, to say the least. it feels way too good to be filled up with him and there are still a few more inches to go.
he grunts, sinking into your tight heat, face buried in the crook of your neck.
❝ you’re so tight, baby. like a vice around my cock. ❞ slowly, he begins to rock his hips, easing more and more of himself inside of you with each thrust. at the same time, his hands roam protectively over your body as he fills you up completely. ❝ i think . . . you were made for me. no one else could ever feel this good. ❞
❝ i honestly . . . i expected it to hurt. fr — from what i've heard from my friends. but. it just feels good, eddie, so good. ❞ you’re surprised, completely blissed out on his cock as he starts to speed up.
eddie chuckles breathlessly against your neck. ❝ i promised i’d be gentle . . . and i always keep my promises. ❞
it doesn’t even hurt when he starts to fuck you harder, slamming deep inside of you with each snap of his hips. his hands slide down to grip your ass, canting your hips up so he can fuck you that much better. ❝ does it still feel good, baby? d’you like feeling my cock stretch this tight little pussy out? ❞
you nod fervently, sure that your fingernails are doing quite a number on eddie's back by now. ❝ you're so big, eds. i feel s — so full . . . ❞
eddie’s movements stutter and he chokes a little. ❝ mm, baby, i’m sorry — i’m so close already. but i want you to cum again first, wanna make you cream on my dick. ❞ in an effort to make that happen, eddie’s calloused fingers drop between your thighs, rubbing at your clit in tight little circles.
and that just makes you go absolutely ballistic, blindsided by your second orgasm of the night as you shake underneath of him, holding him as close as possible.
eddie practically whimpers as your pussy clamps down around him, inner walls fluttering and squeezing at his pistoning cock. and though he must be teetering on the edge as he does so, he thrusts through your orgasm, drawing it out until you’re a shaking, whimpering mess.
❝ god, you’re perfect. so fucking perfect . . . gonna fill this pussy up now, babe . . . mark you as mine. ❞
a few more hard thrusts and eddie buries himself to the hilt inside of you with a guttural moan. his cock pulses as he spills his hot spunk deep into your aching cunt.
you hold him as he cums, breath coming hot and damp against your shoulder, making the prettiest little noises you’ve ever heard a man make.
eddie collapses on top of you, his softening cock still nestled inside your quivering walls.
he nuzzles into your neck with a contented sigh. ❝ feelin’ okay? ❞
when you nod with a giggle, he rolls you onto your sides so he's no longer crushing you under his weight, his arms wrapped protectively around you. he presses a kiss to your shoulder before letting out a satisfied yawn. ❝ i could stay like this forever . . . just you and me. ❞
and wouldn’t that be nice? just you and eddie here in his room, making out and having sex forever.
but, you remember specifically the conversation that was had in the hallway on tuesday. ❝ i don’t think hellfire would take too kindly to that. ❞
❝ i’m gonna make it up to them next friday with an extra long session. but i did have to give a reasonable explanation for why i missed tonight. fair warning. ❞
you tilt your head. ❝ yeah, that you had to take me on a date. ❞
the look on eddie’s face is mischievous, dark eyes glinting. ❝ yeah, sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but that’s not a suitable explanation for my boys. ❞
frowning, you mutter, ❝ what exactly did you tell them? ❞
❝ the truth. ❞ he apologizes by way of another wet kiss to your shoulder, mouthing at the skin there.
you groan, hiding your face in eddie’s hair. ❝ that’s embarrassing . . . ❞
❝ hey, more for me than for you. i’m the one who comes off as a pervert. ❞
❝ and i’m the one who forced you to ask me out after you were a pervert, oh my god. ❞
eddie shushes you, a hand at the back of your head, cool rings ghosting back and forth over the nape of your neck. ❝ they won’t ever say anything to anyone. and i promise they don’t think less of you because of that. my boys are . . . they’re cool. ❞
nerves calming, you listen to the chilly breeze blow past outside, rattling the trailer windows and sending a draft across the bed. eddie wrestles with the tangled blankets, pulling them higher around you, although it is starting to heat up a little now that the heat has clicked on.
❝ stay? ❞ he mutters against your shoulder.
you tuck yourself in closer against him, skin to skin like eddie is your own personal space heater. ❝ i wasn’t planning on leaving. ❞
A Little Mean For Me PART ONE.
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
[2.2k] smut, mean steve, sweet steve.
The sun was properly starting to set now, Steve’s bedroom a glow of sherbet orange and pink, the sky outside hazy and the clouds in the distance turning navy. It meant that the boy’s face was all gold highlights and inky shadows when he turned from the window, sharp lines, dark eyes and a smile that cut through you.
He was pressed against his headboard, legs spread, you between his thighs and Steve was harder than he’d ever been in his entire damn life.
“Gotta do better than that, baby,” he coaxed, pretty, pink lips pouting at you condescendingly. “You want me?”
He was palming himself through his jeans, the denim too tight across his dick but he needed some relief, he was getting desperate. You could tell, you could see it in the way he looked at you, lips parted, head thrown back to look at you from under hooded, dark eyes.
You nodded, kneeling forward to move into him, still grazing over a thigh, trying your best not to grind down onto him.
Steve tutted, reached out to draw a line from your bare shoulder to down between your tits, thumb flicking over an already hard nipple and he smiled when you shivered. His hand found the soft of your thigh, let his palm curl around the back of it as he encouraged you closer.
He sat you on his lap, grinned when you rubbed down a little and he could feel how warm you were, still slick and sensitive from how he’d made you come on his fingers only minutes before. But you were enraptured by the way he thumbed at his jeans, button popping open, the sound of the zipper filling the room.
You wanted to beg, you were almost certain you would if he asked.
The thick outline of him was more than evident through his black boxers, the length of him twitching under your stare and you rocked forward a little more, inching up the boy’s thigh in search of what you wanted.
A hand on your thigh stopped you, wide and warm and squeezing slightly at the doughy flesh there, long fingers close to brushing along your cunt again.
If you whimpered, Steve ignored it.
“Ah, ah,” he whispered, “enough of that. You’re so greedy,” he mused, voice thoughtful, soft, amused.
“D’you already want more, baby?” Steve shifted, leaning forward just enough to tug his shirt off, grabbing the back of his collar and pulling it over his head. It got lost in the mess of your clothes that were scattered on the floor and his hair was left wild. “Really?”
“God, yeah,” you were mumbling, babbling almost, eyes pulled from Steve’s cock to his pretty eyes and his messy hair that you hadn’t really had a chance to yank at yet. “Please, want more, want you.”
He let you lean in this time, his smile pressed to your lips when he allowed you a kiss, lazy and hot, like he was intending on taking his time with you. But his tongue against yours was a dirty flick, teeth grazing, lips bitten, and it only made you grind yourself down once more.
“Yeah?” He asked you, voice like sin. “D’you want my cock, is that it, sweetheart?”
You gasped, felt the pinching grip of his hand on your ass cheek and you clenched your eyes closed, forehead pressed to Steve’s as you panted into him.
“Mhmm.”
Steve laughed, a soft huff of a sound that made your toes curl. “Wouldn’t be very mean of me if I just gave you what you wanted, though, would it?”
Your eyes flew open, wide and surprised, and your heart was pounding. Jesus Christ, the boy was in your head, knowing what you wanted, knowing what you weren’t even sure of yourself but he was pulling it out of you like it was easy.
It’s why you pushed your tits up against his bare chest, all doe eyed and flushed, skirt still twisted around your hips like the naughtiest fucking school girl you could imagine. You combed through the mess of his hair, the brown strands misbehaving almost as much as you were.
“Baby,” you sighed, voice quiet enough to sound sticky sweet, breathy and needy. “Baby, you said you always give me what I want.”
It wasn’t so much a ploy as complete desperation on your part, your cunt clenching down on nothing as Steve’s big hand continued to push and pull at your ass, rocking your back and forth over his denim covered thigh, stopping you when your movements got too quick.
The boy sucked at his teeth, pouted and looked at you thoughtfully, head tilted. He sighed, swept your hair away from your face and tapped at the button of your nose with a finger before trailing it across your top lip, then your bottom. He pushed at your mouth with his thumb, still gentle, but enough that you got the message quick and let your lips part.
He let out a little moan when you took his thumb in, other fingers hooked under your chin and he pressed the digit against your tongue, felt you flick at it before closing your lips around him. Steve liked the way your gaze got a little glassy at that, unfocused and dreamy, just for him.
“I do,” he told you, sounding far too sweet for the way he was pressing down on your tongue, dragging the pad of his thumb across it. “But maybe that’s what’s got you actin’ like a little brat.”
If you weren’t so fucking turned on, you would’ve maybe acted more shocked. But the words only made you suck harder and Steve grinned, wide, dimples showing and making him look entirely too pretty.
Maybe he was trying to kill you, you thought.
“Wanna suck on something else, honey?”
He was, you decided. He was trying to kill you.
Your lashes fluttered at his words, tongue curling around his thumb like it was something else and you moaned around him, nodding, fingertips curling around the already open button of his jeans. You grazed the waistband of his boxers, flicking at the elastic and your breath came out a little too fast when Steve slid his thumb from your lips and smiled.
“Go ‘head,” he told you, “be sweet for me.”
You were greedy as you took him in your mouth, fingers curling into the soft cotton of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. Steve sounded like the breath was punched from him when you wrapped your lips over the head of his cock, sucking softly, just like you had around his thumb. He groaned, petted at your hair and rested his palm gently around the curve of your neck, feeling you bob up and down for him.
He was panting, huffing out harsh breaths, swears falling from his lips and when you looked up at him through your lashes, he whispered your name and it sounded like a prayer. Steve let his head fall back, jaw slack, eyes fluttering shut before they snapped back to your own, as if he didn’t dare miss the show.
The length of him slid slick over your tongue, nudging at the back of your throat as you tried your best to take all of him, so eager to please him the way he did you.
But then Steve’s hand was cupping at your cheek, thumb rubbing over the swell there that was all him and he couldn’t help the way he bucked his hips a little, crying out at the feeling of your mouth sucking a little harder around him. He tapped your jaw, once, twice, breathing too heavy and you let go of him with a dirty pop.
You didn’t get a chance to ask if there was anything wrong, why he wanted you to stop. The boy was pushing at his jeans, just enough for them to bundle at his thighs and he was catching your hand and pulling you back towards him.
You shuffled eagerly onto his lap, hands at the zipper on your skirt but Steve was shaking his head, eyes dark. “Leave it on for me, baby.”
So he helped you straddle his thighs, the hard length of his cock sliding up between your folds and you whined, falling forward to hold at his broad shoulders. Steve caught you in a kiss, hands on your waist, fingers digging into your sides almost too tight and his kisses were more urgent than ever. He was all tongue and teeth, nipping and licking into you, your nails clawing over his chest as he did.
You felt a little wild, a little wrecked.
“Steve…”
“Shh, I know, sweetheart, s’fine, you can take me,” Steve hushed, voice sticky with fondness. The sound of it caught in your throat, made your eyes a little glassy again. “On you go, be good.”
You sunk down on him too easily, cunt clenching immediately at the feel of finally getting what you’d been waiting for. You were soaked, warm and tight and it made Steve lose it a little, hands gripping you to keep you still, just for a second.
“You feel too fuckin’ good,” he mumbled into your neck, lips dancing across your bare shoulder, “should be illegal, goddamn.”
A desperate sound left your mouth, a whine, high pitched and wanting. You rolled your hips, grinding yourself down on the boy so you could take him a little bit deeper. Steve’s hand wrapped around your neck, tight enough that you were just aware of it in your hazy state. His thumb stroked down the column of it, lips parted as he took in the sight of you.
Legs spread over his, your skirt pushed up to the tops of your thighs, cunt taking every inch of him. Bare chest, peaked nipples, lips kiss bruised and parted as he held you by the pretty line of your neck.
“You still want me to be mean, baby? Huh?”
You didn’t know, suddenly thinking was too much and Steve still wasn’t letting you move, one hand on your throat, the other on your thigh. You moaned, bottom lip tucked between your teeth and your brow was puckered, trying hard to work out what you wanted other than finally moving.
“I- fuck, I don’t- Steve, please.”
The boy hummed, a soft sound of understanding and he nodded like he knew. Maybe he did. You were sure he did, because he kept his hand around your neck and brought you closer to him, foreheads touching as he finally, finally, fucked up into you, hips thrusting shallow.
You cried out, hands planted on the boy’s chest for purchase as he finally grabbed at your hips, holding you over him in an impressive display of strength, hips pistoning. The burn of it all was perfect - a fast, dirty slide in and out of you, the sounds of how wet he’d made you filling the room and making Steve groan loud.
You were panting, eyes barely open as your nails scratched over bare skin, trying your best to hold into Steve’s chest, his shoulders, his neck, soft uh, uh uh’s falling messily from your lips.
“Baby,” Steve grunted, “baby, need you to come, can’t last much longer, can’t-”
And then he was rolling you both, a little clumsy and almost too quick, onto the mattress and onto your back. You gasped, hair a mess over the pillow as Steve curled a wide hand over the inside of your thigh and he cooed at you all pretty when he pushed that leg up and out for him, spreading you a little wider.
“That’s it, fuck yes, that’s it pretty girl,” Steve murmured, cock sliding in and out of you like he hadn’t just thrown you around. His free hand slid over your cunt, thumb on your clit, spreading you a little dirtily, eyes hooded as he watched the way he pressed down on you. “So good for me, so fucking sweet for me.”
It was a blur when you came again, harder than the first time, overwhelmed by the snap of Steve’s hips against your own, the fucking perfect feeling of being so full. It was all soft sheets that smelled like Steve, the warmth of his skin on your own, the slick of both of you messing your thighs. It was blinding, it was a white hot burn, a flash of pleasure that crept across your skin like a firecracker. It was Steve kissing you as he came, lips parted over your own as he groaned into you, eyes shut, hair damp, hands gripping you like you were both in danger of floating away.
You thought you might be.
“You okay?” Steve huffed, chest heaving against your own. He held himself on his elbows, careful not to crush you and he smiled when you nodded, eyes sparkly as you stared up at him. “Good?”
“Really good,” you replied but he knew you better, knew the look on your face, knew how fucked out you were. ‘Holy shit,’ is what you meant, ‘I fucking love you,’ is what you didn’t have the energy to say.
The boy grinned, leaned into you to nudge at your nose with his, pressed a sweet kiss to your lips and you squealed when he chased your mouth, pushing more to the corner of it, the line of your jaw, the heat of your cheeks.
summary: Eddie touches you and you decide that it's far better than masturbation.
cw: MDNI (18+) masturbation, fingering
you can find part one here!
You haven't seen Eddie since you masturbated for the first time. You’ve honestly been avoiding him since you don’t want to admit that he had been part of your late night fantasies every night since. He’s perfect for it as you imagine him as the person who’s doing all the touching. It’s his fingers that are inside you. It’s his voice that encourages you with every pump of your fingers, telling you how pretty you look.
Now that you’ve started, you can’t seem to stop. You’ve been getting yourself off every night and you’re not sure why you hadn’t before. It definitely helps with your feelings towards Eddie and you’re so tired afterwards that it’s so easy for you to go to sleep afterwards. It’s a win-win in your book.
Eddie hates that you’ve been asleep every time that he’s walked past your trailer the past few nights. He’s been working later at the car shop since someone quit and even though he’s making more money, he hates that he has to miss seeing his pretty girl through her window. It’s his favorite part of the day and he’s wondering if being employee of the month for the third consecutive year is even worth it anymore.
But tonight, he’s lucky because he just so happens to walk past your window when he hears a loud moan coming from it. He peeps inside and sure enough, his favorite show is on. And you’re even prettier than before, as your back arches off the bed. Your hard nipples are poking through your thin tank top and Eddie feels drool pooling in his mouth as he thinks about how badly he wants to suck on them.
He seems to black out when he goes through with what he does next because one second, he’s outside, and the next, he’s crawling through your window. He drops to the floor with a loud thud and you’re pulled out of your trance, the moan that was about to spill from your mouth dying on your lips.
You immediately pull your hand from your paintes and stare at Eddie who’s already staring back at you in horror. He clearly didn’t think this through. He goes to leave when he sees how startled you are, but you get onto your knees on the bed and grab onto him, preventing him from going any further.
You turn him around to face you and slowly inch your slick covered fingers towards his mouth. He’s quick to open up and an involuntary moan falls from his lips as the slick drips onto his tongue. He licks and sucks on your fingers slowly, trying to savor the flavor as it’s easily the best thing he’s ever tasted.
You pull your fingers from his mouth with a loud pop and before you can register what’s happening, Eddie is pushing you down onto the bed, pinning you to it with his hands. His mouth finds yours in a hot kiss as one of his hands trails down to your sopping wet panties.
“Has anyone touched you like this?” Eddie asks against your lips and all you can do is whine in response.
“No,” you finally tell him and Eddie pulls back with a devilish grin.
“Do you want me to?” Truth be told, he’s never done this, but he’s read enough smut to know exactly how it’s done. Okay, and maybe he did some research as a form of manifestation that you’d let him. And clearly it worked because here he is.
“God, yes,” you breathe and Eddie smiles even wider as his fingers move back and forth across your slit causing another whine to fall from your lips.
“Eddie, please,” you beg and Eddie loves the sound of that. It’s even better than he imagined and now he thinks he’s going to have to hear it every day in order to survive. Somehow, he doesn’t think you’d have a problem with that.
He watches your face as he slowly pushes his fingers inside of you, a loud escaping you already and he’s barely down anything. Oh, he’s going to have so much fun with this.
You’re already soaked and all he can think about is licking his own fingers clean after he’s given you as many orgasms that you can manage and then he’s going to eat you out, fully intending on cleaning out every bit of slick from you because he’s only gotten one taste and he needs, craves more.
His fingers pick up the pace, moving a little faster, but that doesn’t seem to be good enough for you. He’s not going hard or deep enough. You want to feel his rings, the cold metal inside you. You want him to stretch you out to prepare you for his massive cock that he’s inevitably going to pound into you over and over until you can’t take it anymore.
“Harder,” you demand. “Faster.”
“As you wish, princess,” he nods and does exactly as he’s asked. He goes as hard and fast as he can, making sure to fit all of his fingers inside you since he’s sure that’s what you want. You grab onto his arms and give his biceps a squeeze, holding onto him for dear live as he fucks you with just his fingers.
“Eddie, oh my god,” you moan and Eddie’s sure he’s going to come just from hearing it. He watches your back arch as you moan again, your nipples on full display through your very thin t-shirt. God, you really are going to become a full course meal for him and fuck is he starving.
You’re reaching your orgasm but Eddie isn’t going to let up. He wants to see just how many times he can make you come from just his fingers. And you come with his fingers still inside of you, pumping as fast and hard as they can go. Your back arches again as you throw your head back. This orgasm is far better than any of the ones you were able to give yourself and now you’re convinced that you’re going to have to have him do this exact thing before you go to bed every night. Because there’s no way you can go back to masturbating when Eddie’s just given you the best orgasm of your life.
You look absolutely spent so Eddie removes his fingers and hovers them over your mouth and he moans as you lick and suck on them, removing every last drop of your slip from his digits. And once you’re done, he removes his fingers slowly then places himself on top of you, kissing you until you’re both breathless as he tells you that you’re his good girl. Yeah, there’s no way that either of you can sleep now.
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Virgin!Eddie munson turns into a mess when you give him head. He doesn’t know where to put his hands so he’s just gripping his knees. When you tell Eddie that he can put his hands in your hair he whimpers in response and immediately puts his hand there pushing your head just a tiny bit. He’s just a whimpering mess.
I like to think that even when he’s not a virgin anymore, he still turns into a whimpering mess whenever you go down on him. The feeling of your mouth on him feels so good, and he’s desperately threading his fingers into your hair, fighting the urge to thrust his hips up and bury himself in your throat. Almost losing himself to the pleasure you’re making him feel.
waitt guys hold on i got brainworms.... eddie x theatre kid!reader (f bc im projecting idk)
eddie who hosts hellfire sessions after school in the school’s auditorium, with the table and everything set up on stage. dramatic lighting, set dressing, all the works, bc of course the theatre department has it all. the drama club and hellfire work out a good schedule, to make sure they’re not trying to use the space at the same time.
between shows, however, you need a space to practice your audition monologue and scenes for the upcoming play, and you assume that the auditorium will be empty after school with no drama club going on. you are. wrong unfortunately and you walk in just as eddie’s got his dungeon master voice on, describing some sort of lich’s lair to his players. all eyes turn immediately to you at the disruption and you blink at them for a moment like “whoops” and start apologizing bc you thought no one wld be in here 😥
eddie’s all dramatic like “who dares enter the dragon’s lair without permission” and is genuinely surprised when you play along all swooning damsel in distress like. all “oh, sir, i did not mean to disturb you! i did not realize anyone inhabited this cavern, as i am merely a simple lady who had wished to rehearse in peace! is there any way you could let me run free, and spare me for this evening? i can pay you in gold and riches beyond your wildest dreams!” goddd these freaks are cringe
you apologize like fr after eddie drops the act out of shock and move to leave but he invites you to stay because he could use an actress at his table bc none of these fucking guys know how to roleplay for shit </3 it’s all numbers w these freaks. and you. agree on the one condition that if you stay and let them teach you how dnd works eddie will help you with your audition scenes for the play.
you do end up having a lot of fun, learning the rules and rolling dice. eddie lets you sit behind the dm screen, perched on the arm of his “throne” so he can show you the ropes without having to force a new character into the campaign in the middle of a session. you’re genuinely interested in everything, leaning close and asking him what everything is, and you’re not sure at which point you slip down from the arm of the throne and just end up in his lap, but there aren’t any protests so you barely even notice the change in seating.
once the session comes to a close and everyone departs, you move to grab the scene scripts that you need to practice and hand one of them over to eddie. you spend maybe an hour just goofing around practicing your monologue and scenes, with eddie giving you some notes and pointers on your monologue and you trying to convince him to try out for the drama club. he agrees on the condition that you come to another session and consider being an official member of hellfire, and you end up sealing the deal with a kiss.
you sit on your bed with your legs tucked under you, hands clasped together nervously as steve spreads his legs, and props his hands behind him. you’re sitting between his legs, eyes darting to the prominent bulge in his sweatshorts.
“you don’t have to if you don’t want to hon-” you interrupt him eagerly, “no no i want to, i just… don’t know where i should start…” you unfold your hands and rest your hands on his calves.
steve leans closer to you, now sitting with his knees bent and you still snug in between. he hums lightly and trails his fingertips lightly on your thigh, “how about you do what i do to you?” he suggests, hand now rubbing up and down.
steve cups your face with one hand, pecking your glossy lips once before flicking his eyes up to yours. his eyebrow raises slightly and you take that as your sign to take the lead. leaning forward, you place your lips on his softly.
it’s not that you’re a bad kisser but the fact that steve always takes the lead. you put your hand on his chest and lightly push him back, signaling that you want him to lean back a little.
his hands go back to their original position behind him as you kiss him deeper. your hand runs over his nipple, causing his breath to hitch. you take that as your chance to swipe your tongue against his and the whine he lets out makes you throb
you pepper kisses down his jaw all the way to his neck, which is fairly sensitive. you let your tongue poke out and lick the skin before sucking with a good amount of pressure.
“ah fuck” he lets out a heavy breath as his head rolls back. you continue to paint his neck purple and your hands go to toy at his chest once again. his nipples are so sensitive one flick grants you a long melodic whine.
you don’t notice how much closer you’ve gotten to steve until your knee brushes against the bulge in his shorts, the fat outline makes your mouth water and you decide you’re ready to finally touch him.
your hands tug at the bottom of his white tee and he takes it off before he can’t even let out a breath. your mouth goes to one of his nipples and his fingers find home in your hair. you try your best to imitate what he would do to you, lightly trailing your fingers back and forth right above where he needs you the most.
you give one last harsh suck before pulling back, “can you pull your shorts down” you speak out sweetly which makes steve’s head reel. the audacity of you to sound so innocent and sweet like you’re not the reason why he’s leaking all over shorts, i mean you’ve got him moaning like girl.
he eagerly nods before lifting his hips up and pulling his shorts down just enough for his length to be exposed. salivating, that you are.
your eyes are stuck to his semi-hard bulge, it lays fat and chubbed up against his thigh. you gulp, a little intimidated by the intimacy. you’d never touched steve in such a way before and you wanted to do it right. you wanted to make him feel good just like how he does for you, but where to touch first?
steve watches you stare at his length and runs his tongue against his bottom lip, he knows you’re nervous and that only prompts him to grab your manicured hand.
you gaze back up to him as he caresses your palm, holding eye contact and bringing it close to his lips. his wet warm tongue darts out and licks into your palm. your breath hitches at the ticklish feeling.
steve twirls his tongue deeper into your palm, his saliva pooling in your hand. a soft breath similar to a moan leaves you as he pull away and guides your hand to his cock that is now harder. it’s a little scary almost, you looked away for one second and now he stands tall and hard. precum glistening at his pink tip and slowly oozing out.
steve feels himself throb at the prolonged foreplay and enclosed your hand around him, letting out a breathy moan at the feeling. “just touch me however you want baby, im yours” he lets go and gives you full control.
you tighten your grip before moving your hand up and down slowly. you make sure to pay attention steve’s reactions when you touch him so you know what makes him feel best.
you tilt your head when your thumb grazes over his slit accidentally and his mouth drops open, “a..aah-fuck” you take that as a sign and graze your thumb against his slit again, adding a light amount of pressure and rubbing in a circle.
“fuck fuck fuck- ahh god” steve’s eyebrows furrow, “is it good?” you sped up your pace.
“y-yeah..yeah s-so good” you watch his eyes slowly blink, almost as if he’s fighting to keep his eyes open. you move your hand up and down repeatedly, slowing a little and squeezing when you get closer to his pink tip. you watch more precum ooze out his tip.
“g..good job b-baby” steve breathes out and moans deeply as you squeeze his tip once again. motivated by the praise, you reach your other hand down to squeeze at his balls, soemthing you were too nervous to do but apparently it was exactly what he needed.
steve’s eyes squeezed shut and he loses his upper body strength, flopping onto the fluffy comforter underneath you two. “shiit— fuck fuck” the curses fly out of his mouth and before you can brace yourself his cum shoots out and lands on your chest.
“oh!” you jump a little in surprise but don’t stop your movements, if anything pumping faster. “g-good girl.. so good so good” his whines and reaches out to wrap his hand around your wrists.
you watch in amusement as his body squirms and jerks, each rope of cum painting your hand and your tummy too. you slow down a bit, guiding him through his high and back to reality.
you watch his eyes flutter open and you bring your cum covered hand to a stop, letting go of his still erect cock and watching it rest against his stomach.
you sit in silence for a minute, his deep pants filling the room. “you made a mess” you giggle softly, inspecting your hand and your stomach. “mhmnghum” steve groans out, flopping his arm over his eyes in total exhaustion.
“Hey!” Robin squawks as Eddie Munson stands in her lunch tray while making his grand speech.
You’re not really listening to the words he’s saying, just watching him with heart eyes, as his hands move, as he gets really passionate.
“No, no way!” Robin protests.
“Huh?” You ask, still not turning to look at her.
“Not him.” She says firmly.
“Yes him.” You turn to smirk at her, finally dragging your attention away from Eddie.
“Why?” She hits her head on the table, so done with this turn of events.
“He’s got that whole sexy could be cult leader vibe about him.” You explain, that twinkle in your eye making Robin sigh about how much of a freak you are.
“Be right back!” You launch yourself out of your seat, as you notice Eddie sit back down in his.
You throw yourself casually down onto Eddie’s lap with a, “Hi, baby!”
“Uh- hi?” Eddie looks around at the table wide eyed and confused, as if they can explain how you ended up on top of him.
“What are you doing tonight?” You grab Eddie’s hand and begin playing with his rings.
“Uh- er.. I was gonna go for a drive?” Eddie begins to nervously play with his hair.
“That sounds so fun. I’ll meet you outside later. Bye baby!” You smack a kiss on his cheek before making your way back to Robin.
“Um- okay? See you later.. sweetheart?” Eddie’s confused but not rejecting voice follows you.
“I got to give it to you that was smooth.” Robin salutes you and you give a tiny bow.
“I’ll see you later, future Mrs Cult Leader.” Robin laughs you can’t keep the grin off your face as you spilt up to head to your next classes.
protective steve, who has his head buried between your legs, tirelessly eating your pussy like a man starved. he feels guilty for it-but when you come back from a crawl-safe and sound-his nerves finally catch up to him. the fact that something could have happened to you. the fact that you're alive. his moans and whimpers vibrate against your clit, already puffy and swollen from all the sucking, lapping, and kisses he's left on it. your eyes are brimming with tears, threatening to spill over.
"steve-" you breathe, hands desperately knotting his hair as you arch your back, praying to get closer to him. there's no room left between the two of you. he's got your legs draped over his shoulders, hands kneading into the plush of your thighs. they're gripped tight enough that you can feel the crescent shaped indents that will garnish your flesh for the next few days. you don't even care if he draws blood at this point.
"my girl," he breathes, spurring it out the moment he takes a millisecond to catch his breath. he buries himself further, tongue pressing into your crying hole, lapping against your clit simultaniously. he's left kisses and tiny laps on any bruises, scratches, or injuries that you'd collected after a crawl.
"deserve to feel good." he insists, almost an order. he moans through the sentence, hazel eyes hazy and locked on yours, looking up through his lashes to watch you squirm. and you do-even more so when he pushes two thick fingers into your pussy. pumping in and out, making out with your clit. you whine, feeling like a strangled animal. you're nervous you'll rip his hair literally out of his head, but he only moans deeper as you tug.
his fingers pick up their pace, tongue sucking and licking desperately against your clit, all while keeping his eyes locked on yours.
"my girl," he repeats, buried into your clit. you gasp from the vibration, breathing growing erratic as you stutter your hips.
"steve-!" you beg, and he doesn't need you to elaborate.
his fingers coated in slick, mercilessly fucking into you at a speed you didn't even know was possible. you thrash, and grind barely an inch-pressed hard enough to leave in indentation in the matress cradling both of you.
gasps and raw throated moans expel from you, "fuck-"'s tumbling out over your jaw.
you hear him whine, unaware that his cock is leaking, straining-pulsing inside of his jeans, the friction of his boxers and denim making it impossible to hold it together. warm streams of cum flood his pants, nipping your thighs, letting you ride out your high.
you wait for him to stop, dizzy with lust as you breathe his name through swollen, parted lips.
"need you." he confesses, as if you don't already know. something about the end of the world made him horny, desperate for you-knowing both your lives were on the line.
"need you too, steve. always do." you respond, hair sticking to your rosied cheeks.
"flip over." he demands, jaw slack with cockiness, nearly drooling at the sight of you. his eyes have glazed over, a primal urge to fuck you. bury you into the matress.
you oblige, and he assists, nearly tossing you across the bed as his hands twist your hips. he lays you flat against the matress, his chest leaving not even an inch between your back. his hand finds its way around your throat, cupping your jaw tightly, keeping you steady. his.
"spread your legs, honey." he demands, and you whine in response, your knees sliding to guide your legs for him. he grabs the base of his cock, still slick with his own cum. "gonna cum again for me, yeah?" he coos, and you moan desperately, arching your back as much as he allows you to.
"take it." he orders, and you let out a raw, high pitched gasp as his cock presses through your folds, filling up your hole as he splits you in two. his lips move to the shell of your ear, nibbling gently, his warm breath making you shudder.
"gonna take my cum, babydoll. all my cum. you hear me?" his voice is deep, primal, and your pussy throbs at his words. you nod rapidly, the friction from the matress warming your cheek. "god, steve-yes,-please" you beg, desperate to take his load. desperate for him to fill your hole until you're seeping with him.
"good girl." he rewards, bottoming out as his hips meet your own. your fingers grasp desperately at the quilt beneath you, the fabirc bunching in your white-knuckled grip.
"want forever witn you" he punches out, in harmony with his thrusts. "wanna make you a momma, just for me." he manages, and you can hear him getting lost in his words. they're slurred, and his hips snap against you. "gonna keep you safe, honey. gonna give me a family. gonna make ourselves a beautiful little family, yeah?" he groans, and you can barely reply. you're seeing stars, and your head is spinning. "wanna give you all of it." you confess. you've never really talked about having a family-with the end of the world and all-but you've wanted it all this time. no matter what.
he groans deeply, cock twitching inside of you.
"good." he replies, "such a good girl. not sending you on any more of those fuckin' crawls. gonna stay nice and pretty. nice and safe for me."
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What DID Erica find under Lucas' bed that no one must know about? What if it's something much more wholesome than season 4 episode 7 wants to make us believe?
An autumnal Lumax oneshot. Fluffy, a bit sad, mostly sweet.
This is my translation of an originally German-language Flufftober 2022 oneshot I wrote. I hope you like it! :)
[Read it on AO3 instead if you want?]
March 1986.
Flashback season 4, episode 7.
“Here’s the deal. Either you tell me what’s happening or I tell Dustin what I found under your bed.”
“Please, no…”
“Spill your guts, cow puncher.”
“What’d she find under your bed?!”
“Nothing!”
“Is it gross? Scale of one to ten?”
“A hundred.”
June 1986.
The house is quiet.
Too quiet.
Suspiciously quiet.
Mom and Dad are at work, and the last time I heard from Erica and her best friend Tina, they were in Erica’s room chit-chatting about My Little Pony or hair accessories... or gossiping about middle school boys... or whatever it is they do when they’re hanging out. But I just noticed that I haven’t heard a sound from them for at least half an hour, it’s a very, very uncomfortable feeling; I turn off the TV and run up the stairs, expecting the worst.
I regularly expect the worst, ever since Erica found out what’s in the wooden box under my bed. Now that the Upside Down is no longer an issue, and Max is finally coming back to life after what happened in the spring, the biggest fear in my life is... the reveal of the secret of the box under my bed. By Erica. In front of Tina. If Tina finds out about this, she’ll no doubt tell her big sister Hannah as soon as she gets home... and Hannah goes to High School.
If word of the box under my bed gets around at Hawkins High School, I’ll have at least three more years of taunts, laughter, and bullying ahead of me that I’d like to avoid. I could handle Mike’s, Dustin’s, and Will’s comments, and I’m sure El wouldn’t say anything negative about the whole thing, but... the guys on the basketball team would never, ever, ever let me forget about the box.
I stand in front of Erica’s door. Complete silence. I bang on the door with my fist. “Erica?”
Then I hear her. In my room, behind the door at the other end of the hallway. One of the girls giggles, the other one says “Shhh!”, and within three steps I’m at my door, I yank it open - and they’re sitting on the floor next to my bed, the wooden box between them, its contents scattered over several square feet of my floor. Tina at least has the decency to half hide her grin behind her hands, cupping her mouth – Erica’s laugh, on the other hand, is utterly shameless as she picks up the two knitting needles in her hand and moves them against each other as if they’re Chinese chopsticks.
Scattered across my floor is – everything. Everything that actually belongs in the box. Everything I’ve kept well hidden for months. The beginning of a scarf with two more knitting needles stuck in it. Two half-finished hats. An almost finished sock. Balls of yarn in seven different colors. Three thin books from the library: Knitting for Beginners, The 100 Prettiest Knitting Patterns, and Warm Socks, Warm Days. Also the April issue of Modern Grandma magazine, which comes with a twenty-page extra with knitting patterns.
For a few seconds, I am completely paralyzed by the shock. Erica wraps the unfinished scarf around her neck; it was my very first attempt at this. It’s full of little gaps and kind of asymmetrical, and Tina snorts when she sees Erica in it. This just can’t be happening. It’s so embarrassing. I want the ground to spontaneously open up and swallow me. (Not literally, we’ve all seen enough of that this spring. But symbolically.)
“Erica, put the scarf down!” I try my best to sound angry, but of course she doesn’t take me seriously. She hasn’t taken me seriously since she was three years old.
“The scarf? I think this is a felony.”
“It’s abstract art or something. Not pretty, but unusual,” says Tina, and within seconds they both almost choke on their laughter. I roll my eyes.
I grab the knits and the books on the floor, tossing them one by one back into the box while Erica wipes away tears of laughter like it’s the greatest joke ever. My ears are hot with anger and shame, and the only thing that helps is remembering who I’m even doing this for.
October 1986.
“Fall smells so good,” Max says, and she smiles contentedly. She inhales and exhales deeply. "Such fresh air. I never really noticed that before.”
I tap the back of her hand twice, letting her know that I’m getting closer. Our little ritual. I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose and it’s ice cold. We’ve been sitting next to each other in the park for two hours because she likes it so much, and her thick fluffy blanket is spread out over her legs, but her cheek is just as cold under my fingers as the tip of her nose is.
“Hey, listen,” I say quietly. “I wanted to give you a gift today.”
She shakes her head slightly, but begins beaming from ear to ear. “It’s not my birthday, weirdo. And there are still two months until Christmas.”
“Do I need a reason to give the coolest girlfriend in the world a present? Nothing big, just... something I made myself...”
“Something you made?”
“Yeah, but you’re not allowed to laugh at me.”
“Of course. I’d never laugh at you.” She and I both know that she has probably laughed at me about a hundred times in the last two years, and vice versa. And that’s perfectly fine, too. I reach for the bag next to me and it rustles as I remove its contents.
“Hmm, plastic? It sounds like plastic,” Max speculates. She looks excited, almost like a child trying to guess what’s in a still-wrapped present at Christmas. But her present is not wrapped. She simply can’t see it.
“No, it doesn’t make any sound. Wait. I’ll put it in your hands.” I take the scarf and hat out of the bag and put both in her waiting, open palms. She scans them, very quickly, grabs the wool and runs her fingers over it.
“You... made it yourself, you said?” she asks. “Lucas, did you – ”
“I knit this for you. - It’s a scarf and...”
“...and a hat, right?” Her mouth is half open in wonder as she feels the shape of the hat.
“Yeah, exactly!” I watch her carefully. Her hands are still running over the two presents, her pale fingertips over the soft wool. “Erica was being the worst about it when she found out I was practicing,” I say. “She’ll never let me forget about it. She even told Tina. But… I think it she kept her mouth shut, thank God!”
Max laughs briefly. “Yeah, I think not everyone needs to know that. – Lucas, that’s… Oh man. That’s so sweet.” Lost in thought, she wraps the scarf around her right hand. “This thing is so soft.”
I grin against my will. She is happy about it; the plan succeeded. “I thought, because you like sitting in the park so much and it’s getting colder - I thought now’s the right time. I started practicing months ago. Then while you were in a coma, it helped calm me down a bit. I... didn’t really tell anyone about it though.”
Her huge smile is not fading. She carefully puts the hat on, but it’s sitting too loose and a bit crooked on her head.
“Here, wait, I’ll help you – “ I adjust the hat. Max looks so cute that I just want hug her, but instead I say, “So, the hat is a beanie. Did you notice? And... The color is really cool, it’s kind of a dark green, but not pine green, it’s kind of somewhere between green and blue, you know? Dark teal, kind of. Not green and not blue. Mom said it’ll look good with your hair. And it does. – But… but any color looks good with your hair, of course. And with you.”
She laughs. “Okay, thanks. Teal is pretty cool. - And the scarf?”
“It’s the same color, but with a white zigzag pattern in between that I learned from, uh... a magazine.”
Uncertainly, she reaches out for me with the hand that isn’t holding the scarf, and I take it immediately.
She squeezes my hand. “Thank you, Lucas. It feels great.”
“I saved my pocket money to buy the good yarn, the extra soft stuff,” I mumble.
“Then you won’t get me a Christmas present, promise? I’ll feel bad if you get me one. Promise you won't get me one?”
“Can’t promise that.”
She laughs again and it’s my favorite sound in the world and always will be, and I missed it so much in the spring that for a while I thought I was going to lose myself over it completely. But she’s sitting next to me, in her new beanie, her pigtails peeking out underneath it. She’s still holding my hand. Her face is turned towards me, her eyes are fixed on me without seeing me. Without ever being able to see me again.
But she can see me in her head. Just like I hope she can see the hat and scarf in her head, after my description.
I carefully wrap the scarf around her as well, and as I brush her chin I realize how cold it is, like the rest of her face. I rub my hands over her upper arms to warm her up.
“Do you want to go home?”
“No, I want to stay here for a while. I’m a lot cozier now than before.” Happily, she tugs the new scarf into place.
“Okay." I spread her thick fluffy blanket a little more evenly over her legs. I also slide it underneath the armrests of her wheelchair so that it’s a little more snug against her. Then, I pull the Thermos bottle and the paper cups from the bag that her mom gave us to take to the park. I pour both of us some hot chocolate, which I announce before placing one of the cups in her hand. She sniffs the steaming liquid and smiles.
It’s a chilly fall day at the park. She is happy. I’m happy that she is happy. And that she is warm. Everything feels as close to normal as it can get.
ty for the request!! :) | 1.1k words, eddie munson x fem!reader, implied depression, breakdown, self-doubt, hurt/comfort, jokes about snot ig? (idk how i got there), eddie being a gentle boyfriend, non-sexual nudity, unedited
Eddie had already knocked on the bathroom door twice to make sure she was alright.
Just a quick shower, she’d told him with a kiss against his cheek before disappearing into the cramped bathroom of his trailer. She’d been having a bad day — nothing had even happened, but her brain had been against her since she’d woken up, chest heavy and eyes stinging when she thought on it too much — so she’d hoped a shower would be enough to help her feel even a little better. But she’d been sat on the tiled floor for… well, she didn’t even know how long. Long enough for Eddie to check on her twice.
Bang bang against the thin door, and then he called her name.
Enough for eddie to check on her three times.
She was hunched in on herself, tears that she’d been holding back since she woke up coming out in hiccupy bursts, taking advantage of the noise of the shower so he couldn’t hear her sobbing. Her arms were wrapped around her legs as she cried into her knees. She hadn’t even washed her hair yet. Her body just felt so heavy, she wasn’t even able to lift her head to answer him just blubbering more tears into the little space she’d occupied for her misery.
“Babe?” He sounded more concerned, and when he didn’t get a reply she heard the handle squeak. “I’m coming in, okay?”
She didn’t look up. The door creaked and then shut, footsteps sounded across the floor until they stopped in front of the shower. Through her blurry vision she could see his legs in her peripheral.
“Oh sweetheart.”
Eddie crouched next to the shower and she sobbed so harshly it made her chest hurt. Embarrassment stacked onto the already wobbling pile of shit she was feeling and she wasn’t sure she could even take it. Everything was too much and now Eddie had seen.
“Can I touch you, sweet thing?”
She nodded as she sobbed again, rubbing at her face with her hands. His hand was large and warm against her back and she just cried harder. She didn’t deserve him. She knew she didn’t deserve him.
“I’m sorry,” she wept, the words sounded funny because of her tears. She still couldn’t look at him. “I-I’ll get out-”
“Hey,” his voice was so soft as he rubbed her back, the side of her boyfriend that not many other people got to see. This wasn’t dungeon master guitarist Eddie, but her Eddie, the kind-hearted man who fed all of the stray cats in the trailer park, brought all his leftover Halloween candy in for the Hellfire boys the day after the holiday, who stroked her hair at night and kissed her face when she was sad, the man who held her doors for her and carried her bags for her. She loved him so much it hurt sometimes, that she was so undeserving. “Will you look at me, angel?”
Her bottom lip quivered as she tilted her head to look at him, hiccuping through another bout of tears at the sight of him there, crouched next to the floor of the shower, his eyes so soft and concerned.
“There’s my pretty girl,” he lifted his hand from her back and cupped her face instead as she continued crying. “You don’t have to talk to me, baby, but are you hurt?”
She shook her head and sniffled.
“Just a bad time upstairs, yeah?”
She nodded.
He leaned forwards enough and stamped a kiss against her forehead, a second for good measure. “Okay, sweetheart, that’s okay. If I knew I’d have come and found you sooner. You could’ve been all dramatic and cried into my shoulder, got snot on my shirt and everything then I would’ve really known you were sad.”
She smiled slightly and she saw in his face that he was relieved his words were helping if even a little.
“I’m gonna get you cleaned up then we’re gonna go and lay down, how’s that sound?”
She hiccuped through another jerky sob and nodded, his contact loosening her enough that she had no chance of holding any tears back now. But he didn’t mind, just smiled and kissed her temple.
“Alright, angel, can you turn around for me?”
Eddie took his time. Spent ages massaging his fingers into her scalp as he worked the shampoo into her hair, and gave her neck and shoulders a little massage before he rinsed her hair. He took the same amount of care with working the conditioner through her strands, and when he bubbled up her loofa with her body wash he kissed every limb once he’d rinsed it off. He just kept making her cry. He was so kind. Kind enough to her to make up for when she wasn’t kind enough to herself on her bad days.
Eddie finally shut the water off and wrapped her in a towel, her hair in a second one. By that point she couldn’t help herself, just clung to him before he could encourage her to sit down, sniffling against the warm skin of his neck.
“Hey there,” he wrapped his large arms around her and squeezed tightly, like he was wringing out any remaining sadness. She just squeezed him back the same. “I was kidding about the whole snotting on me thing but you can if it makes you feel better.”
She managed a slight smile and shook her head, exhaling all shuddery against his collarbone where she kept her head tucked. “Thank you.”
She finally managed, which just caused another wave of tears.
“You don’t have to thank me, baby,” he dropped kiss after kiss to any exposed skin on her face. “Just fulfilling my duties.”
She sniffled against his collar. “I’m sorry,” she hiccuped. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Nothing,” Eddie instantly soothed, all joking gone from his voice as his hand rubbed firm lines into her back. “You’re just overwhelmed, yeah?” She nodded and he kissed her temple again. “We’re gonna get you dressed then into bed, and I’ll do literally whatever you want until those pretty eyes stop crying. Okay?”
“Okay.” She hiccuped, nodded.
Eddie’s large hands cupped either side of her face and encouraged her away from his shoulder, another kiss pressed to her forehead as he wiped at her tears. “So pretty even when you’re crying, I don’t know how you do it,” he made a show of pretending to wipe under her nose then wiped his hand on his shirt. “Yuck.”
She managed a wet giggle, and his relieved smile at the sound was everything.
She was going to be okay.
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