"Your Dad's a pussy, over"

It was no secret that her and Eddie used to hook up while she was a senior, and he was also a senior, for the second time. She was deep in the music scene around the town back then, and it only made sense for their paths to cross at various open mic nights and whatever gigs they could their hands on.

It was fine. That was a while ago, and it was before she knew Eddie. Really knew him — fought monsters with him, smashed bats in the head with him, cried with him, healed with him.

But despite everything, Chrissy was still single. They had yet to discuss whatever it was that was floating around between them, even after everything they’ve gone through. The longing touches, the meaningful glances, the hidden depth behind their words.

And if she was still single — that meant Eddie was, too.

From the look of things, Tammy was very aware of that.

Chrissy sat in a slumped position on the couch, sipping from a plastic cup with Robin in her ear gushing over Nancy’s valedictorian speech. The words sounded like feet splashing in a puddle, nonsense to her ears as her gaze stayed locked on Eddie.

He stood in the corner with Tammy and Steve, the two boys watching with enamored expressions as the bubbly blonde spoke with her hands, grinning with bright, sparkling straight teeth. Chrissy’s tongue ran over her own crooked front tooth subconsciously.

Steve walked away at some point during the conversation, giving Tammy room to step closer into Eddie’s space. Her hand reached out towards his chest, brushing over the logo of his band t-shirt — and to Chrissy’s absolute horror, he didn’t pull away.

The plastic of the cup in her hand crinkled a bit under the force of which she gripped it.

“Uh oh,” she heard Robin smirk at her side, the freckled girl nudging her shoulder. “If looks could kill, Chrissy Cunningham, we’d be digging Tammy a grave by sunrise.”

With a huff of a breath, Chrissy passed her drink to Robin wordlessly.

She wasn’t jealous. Eddie could talk to whoever he wanted. But he’d barely spoken to her through the entire party, and now he was making heart-eyes at Tammy right in front of her — what was she supposed to do?

Of course, that came with the fear that she’d been reading too far into things. That the looks and words sent her way over the course of the last few months didn’t mean anything. That he just saw her as a friend after all.

But she quieted those voices in her head as soon as they drifted into her subconscious. She knew him better than that. Spoken or not — there was something there. They were a big something. She knew she was his. And she hoped he was hers.

Only one way to find out, right?

With purpose in her steps, Chrissy smoothed down the fabric of her dress and marched right over to the pair, slinking up against Eddie’s side. His gaze fell to her, a greeting falling flat on his lips as Chrissy slid one arm around his back — the other coming to rest on his chest, simultaneously pushing Tammy’s away.

She grinned a little too innocently, fingers gripping at the fabric and feeling the tautness of his skin underneath.

“Tammy!” She chirped, ignoring the looks of amused confusion Eddie sent to the top of her head. “Thought you’d be heading back to Nashville by now?”

Tammy blinked at the two of them, her eyebrows darting together as her eyes flitted back and forth. “Uh— I’m leaving tomorrow, actually.”

“Aw. That’s too bad,” Chrissy shrugged, dropping her head against Eddie’s shoulder. She could feel him holding back a chuckle.

“It is,” Tammy agreed, placing a hand on her hip. “Eddie and I were talking about going to get some breakfast tomorrow. You know, before the flight. I’ve got some meetings lined up with some labels, so, can’t be late.”

She was throwing it right in Chrissy’s face — her success (which, was surprising— Robin was right about her sounding like a muppet), the hold she apparently still had on Eddie, breakfast. Chrissy wanted to scream.

She felt Eddie’s hand drop to her hip, smoothing along the curve of it. Tammy’s eyes followed his movements, and Chrissy bit back a grin.

“Harrington suggested breakfast,” he quickly corrected, to which Tammy’s jaw twitched. “And I’m a simple man. Can’t turn down a good omelette.”

“Hmm. Well — offer’s still on the table, Munson. Breakfast, and the other thing.”

The wink Tammy shot in his direction had Chrissy’s grip on his shirt growing even tighter. The feeling was foreign to her. This… this need to make her claim, to let the claws come loose, to fight for what she wanted. Who she wanted.

“He has plans,” Chrissy said sweetly, and she felt Eddie’s quiet intake of breath. She let her hand wander from his back to, daringly, dip casually into the back pocket of his jeans. Tammy couldn’t see the movements, though — that, was for him. “We usually sleep through breakfast, anyway. But thanks for the offer.”

Tammy looked between them in confusion. “Since when has this been a thing?”

Eddie’s mouth opened and closed. “We— it’s not— I don’t think—”

“See you around, Tammy.”

Chrissy interrupted Eddie’s rambling with a gentle push to his backside. She took his hand and wordlessly guided him up the stairs to the nearest bathroom, Eddie following her without question. They ignored the whistles sent in their direction, the grumbles from Steve, the eyeroll from Tammy.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Chrissy pressed her back against it, arms crossed as she stared at Eddie in frustration. “Seriously? Tammy Thompson?”

Eddie chuckled, leaning a hip against the sink. “What? We were just talking, Cunningham. She’s an old friend.”

“Old friend. Trust me, we all know.”

Her cheeks burned with the feeling in her gut. She felt childish, with the way she was reacting, but she couldn’t stop it. It was drowning her.

Eddie stared at her wordlessly, and for a moment, she thought he was going to brush past her and leave. But instead, slowly — he cracked a malicious grin.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Chrissy gaped at him, immediately defensive. “Jealous? Of Tammy? You’re joking, right?”

He could read right through her, and she knew that. Which is why she held her breath, biting at her lip when he moved closer.

His eyes bore into her own. “You’re jealous.”

Chrissy squeezed her eyes shut, wishing the room would swallow her whole. She dropped her head with a sigh.

“Fine. Yes.”

He chuckled then — head shaking with the force of it. His words were quiet, barely audible in the small space between them. “Wanna tell me why?”

“You know why!” Chrissy dropped her hands to her sides, exasperated. The words came tumbling out of her before she could stop them.

“She was all over you, and you didn’t push her away! She — she’s so cool and weirdly successful and I know you used to fuck her and you wouldn’t even look at me and I feel like we’ve been going around in circles with this and I just want you to touch me, not her, not anyone else—“

He cut her off with a harsh kiss — pushing her further up against the bathroom door, tangling a hand in her hair.

She could taste the bitter taste of beer and weed on his tongue, felt the stubble on his jaw brushing against her skin, the hand not in her hair gripping her side. She fisted her hands into the fabric of his shirt — leaving an imprint where Tammy’s hand was fifteen minutes prior.

She wanted to mark him everywhere, and it terrified her.

When he pulled away, he was breathing harshly, his forehead pressed to her own. She closed her eyes, breathing him in as he spoke in a gruff voice.

“If you really wanna know — I only ever fucked her from behind, and pretended it was you.”

A pitiful sound escaped her, her knees nearly buckling at the force of his words.

She kissed him again — a slow drag of lips that he hummed into.

“If you haven’t picked up on how gone I’ve been for you since middle school, Cunningham, then that’s my own fault.”

“I’m sorry,” Chrissy whispered, peering up at him with lidded eyes. “I thought — after everything, you just… didn’t want me, I guess.”

He pressed his hips into hers at her words, and she gasped at the feeling of him — showing just how wrong she was.

“Feel how much I want you, now?”

She nodded breathlessly, tugging him closer. “Yeah,” she whispered. She carded a hand through his hair and he gazed at her in a mix of adoration and lust that had her head spinning. “I like you so much, Eddie.”

He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Think saying I like you too is the understatement of the goddamn century, sweetheart.”

With a giggle, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into an embrace. He sighed against her hair, stroking a hand against the side of her neck.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Please,” she whispered, pulling back with a grin. “One condition, though.”

He raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

She smirked, reaching up to bite the shell of his ear before she spoke.

Even though Chrissy absolutely loves her job, and it does give her so much joy, what Eddie's giving her with a simple question is much bigger than anything the old paper town that is Hawkins, can ever give her. Eddie opens the door to freedom, for Chrissy. He had already opened the door to bravery, courage, before. Don't get it twisted, he doesn't do the work for her, he merely guides her to the right path, let's her discover what she's capable of, by herself, he's helped her realize she can stand up for her own against the abuse her mother has put her through her entire life, which she did, all on her own, and he watched proudly, held her shaking figure afterwards and told her she's incredible, she just needs to believe in herself a little more. But if she's as amazing as he claims, then that puts him way above her. He's unimaginable, a color that doesn't exist, a beacon of hope for better things, better days, a better version of herself— a true version of herself. So, with the yearn for exploration of the world and herself, Chrissy severs ties with her old teenage self, her family and that cursed town, in order to join Corroded Coffin on the road.

Chrissy loses herself in the concept of finding who she truly is, during the next several years of the band's success. (I have a wip about this which directly ties in with the band's discography, which i will also write about!) It doesn't take very long until Corroded Coffin is bringing their label the big bucks, taking in the place as their main band/artist, with full creative control over producing and writing their songs, and touring outside America for the first time. Being able to share so many experiences together brings Eddie & Chrissy much closer than they were, they fall in love deeper than they did before, and it's a surprise for both of them, to think they can fall even more for each other, when both are so intensely devoted to one another already. For Eddie, it's Chrissy's ability to turn something that at first he thought was selfish, asking her to leave her life behind to join him in pursuing his dreams, into something that is very personal to her, it doesn't feel like she's just tagging along because she's his girlfriend, and she isn't, for Chrissy, this is all she's ever wanted, freedom, happiness, growth, love and fun.

When a certain surprise knocks at the door for both of them, it's unexpected, it's unplanned but not unwanted. Wild nights of after-concert sex are a typical thing for Chrissy and Eddie. Dripping with sweat and adrenaline, topless, hungry and horny for her, it's completely impossible for her to even resist Eddie, and truth be told, she doesn't want to resist him one bit. She always ends up under him, bent over whatever surface is nearer, sometimes they don't even make it to a private space, she's learned that Eddie can be quite impatient, selfishly fucking her brains out against the tour bus, at the back of whatever arena he's just performed in, not bothered by how annoyed his bandmates are because they can't approach said bus to celebrate their show. But that's not the only thing about post-concert Eddie that Chrissy learns about. Somewhere along the way, Eddie develops quite the breeding kink. "I'm gonna fill you all up baby." + "I wanna see my cum dripping from your cunt." + "I'm gonna stuff you up and you're gonna sit pretty in the bus with all my cum inside you." + "I wanna give you my babies." + "Ya wanna have my baby, baby?" and each statement leaves Chrissy breathless, wanting more, moaning as they cum together.

So, when she gets pregnant for the first time, it shouldn't come as a surprise. But nonetheless, it's still very scary. It's near the end of Corroded Coffin's third tour, which is almost a miracle. She can settle down somewhere nice with Eddie and they can have their little baby. But first? She has to go through telling Eddie. It's a lot more nerve wracking than it should be— she's fidgety, anxious, snaps easily and of course it doesn't go unnoticed by Eddie, it couldn't, that's the love of his life, he knows her like the palm of his hand by now. So, he cancels breakfast with the boys on the last day of their tour, to pull her to the side, into their hotel room and asks her what's really going on. His mind goes to two possible outcomes. Either she's severely sick, possibly dying or she's falling out of love for him. He's terrified, shaking as he looks into her eyes which start pouring tears as soon as he asks her what's wrong. Nothing could prepare Eddie for the words that leave Chrissy the next minute. "E-eddie, I'm pregnant."

She cries when he shows no reaction to her words, still processing such sensitive information. She's pregnant. She has a little baby inside her, their little baby, theirs. They made a baby together. They created something out of the love and lust they feel for each other. Oh he's so happy, he's gonna burst, he feels like he could fucking kiss the moon. Determined to give his baby everything it needs. The world, the stars, any planet his baby wants, it's theirs. He finally snaps out of his internal freak out when he sees Chrissy hiding her sobbing face between her hands. It's a mess, they both cry, she ends up on his lap with him reassuring her that her being pregnant is completely okay, that he's not afraid of it, he won't run away from her, that he's excited to settle down somewhere she wants, and raise their little baby together. But most important of all, he reassures her he loves her. He loves her, he loves her, he loves her and their baby. Their family.

Telling Wayne is exciting. He also can't stop the tears from rolling. The last years have been a whirlwind for Wayne Munson. His boy graduated, chased after his dreams and managed to succeed. He also managed to find a wonderful partner that will keep him grounded and the kind hearted man that he is. So Wayne only has reasons to be proud of Eddie, the son he never had. With Chrissy's pregnancy comes the nudging from Wayne for Eddie to get moving and get married to Chrissy, because "What are you doing waiting around, that girl has been the light of your life for so many years, she's already been a Munson girl ever since you bought her to my trailer years ago. Make it official, boy." And it's not that Eddie doesn't want to, he does, he has wanted to marry Chrissy Cunningham ever since he first landed eyes on her, he just really doesn't want to add pressure of a wedding on top of the pregnancy, the moving around after tour, the finding somewhere to settle down process and all that comes with it. But the idea is there, and when the time is right, he'll act upon it.

It doesn't take very long for Chrissy to find somewhere she wants to raise their baby in. One would think she would decide upon somewhere that wouldn't resemble Hawkins, but, it's not a big buzzing city she choose, it's smaller, the weather is very moody all the time, everyone seems to know each other and take care of one another. It's quite the perfect picture for Chrissy. Due to Eddie's fame, it's not hard to find a house to purchase for themselves, and the process of getting furniture, decorating their little home and the nursery, brings Chrissy the peace to her pregnancy that she needed. It's hard to adjust to having another human grow inside your body, Chrissy struggles a bit, which is only natural, her body goes through changes to accommodate her precious baby girl. Because yes, Eddie is a girl dad and a girl dad only.

After the first few months that it takes for their baby to be able to grow safely and happily in Chrissy's womb, good news come flooding in. The job she had back in Hawkins truly made Chrissy happy and fulfilled, so it's not even a question to hesitate answering when the opportunity to continue her work, now in Forks, comes knocking on their door. It's not a physically demanding job for Chrissy, and it proves to be great distraction from her worries and insecurities, that sometimes, plague her mind. Worries such as, if she's fit enough to be a good mother for her baby, since she never really had a good example to follow. Insecurities such as if she's putting on weight, and if that's gonna take away from her sex appeal, if said sex appeal is even gonna return after she's had her baby. To which Eddie rolls his eyes to, every time. "Actually, the fact you're carrying my child makes you about fifty times sexier. Can't wait to put another in you, soon as our first little beetroot is old enough."

Beetroot. The most random vegetable Chrissy started to crave during her pregnancy, and consequently, the affectionate name Eddie calls their baby. Picking a name for a child proves to be quite troublesome, it's a big responsibility to make such a decision, and it does take Chrissy awhile to come up with ideas. Eddie doesn't give her any either, which frustrates her, but what she doesn't know is that Eddie has decided very early on, that he would let Chrissy pick their baby's name, he would let Chrissy pick all the names of all the kids they would have, if anymore came after this one. Because it's only right, after all that Chrissy is put through her pregnancy, despite it going relatively well, it's a big sacrifice to carry another human being, it's only right Chrissy gets to pick the name, besides, he knows whatever name she picks, he'll absolutely love it. She never disappoints him, never will.

And she doesn't. It comes to her one rainy night, while they cuddle to sleep, she's holding on to Eddie's hands that so affectionally rub her pregnant belly, it's what keeps his anxiety at bay when there's storms approaching, mind filled with deep thoughts that only seem to come when the planet is quiet, and that's how she finds herself thinking about how this was all so unexpected, Eddie's rise to fame, her leaving Hawkins to go with him, getting pregnant, building a love nest in Forks— that's when it hits her, storms can be quite unpredictable, and Eddie doesn't know how to deal with them, but so has been their life, and Eddie's learned how to adapt to all the obstacles, happy ones and not. Storm. That's how she decides on their baby's name. Unpredictable, quite a scary thing to adapt to, but brings them closer, storms and their baby. "Storm Munson. Yeah baby, it sounds fucking metal." He knew Chrissy wouldn't disappoint.

The day Storm Margaret Munson is born, Eddie's world shifts. Nothing actually matters anymore besides the little bundle of joy in his arms, and his beautiful and courageous girlfriend, who did so well throughout the entire birth, as expected, she's out of this world. The next three years of witnessing his baby growing up, are the best years of his entire life, nothing can compare to seeing Chrissy's eyes when he looks to his little beetroot, her head full of blonde curls, her cheeks raised up most of the time from being such a happy, healthy baby. Hearing her first words being "dada" because his little baby is so attached to him. She's a daddy's girl through and through. She clings to him whenever he's home, loves to take naps on his chest, he lets her play with the strings of all his precious guitars, turning her into an eager fan of his talent, seen by the way she claps and giggles every time he plays a song for her. Nothing in the world will ever compare to the way he feels when Chrissy tells him she loves him, but hearing his daughter say the same thing, every morning and every night, definitely comes very close to it. It's the unconditional, "I will do anything for you, my sweet pea." type of daddy-daughter love that Eddie didn't know he wanted, he didn't know he needed, until he has it. He's proud of himself, to be able to know how to love his daughter the right way, to know he did not turn out the way his dad did, to know he most likely made his mom happy. And he knows Storm would live up to his mother's name, raised to be the most kind, angelic human being, like his mom, like her mom. The only three women in Eddie's life.

"you got the date wrong, honey," he leans forward, pointing at the numbers aligned next to your name. you bite back a moan when he bucks up to lean close. "it's the 9th. Not the 6th."

you try not to snap at him. sorry if i got the fucking date wrong. it's just that your dick is inside me and i'm close to fucking cumming but yeah, the goddamn date is important.

"right," you twirl the pencil, shooting him a tight, annoyed smile, rubbing the eraser on the paper until it crinkles lightly and the silver graphite disappears into a faint number. you write over the spot, correcting your mistake.

then it's been five minutes. you've managed to write a whole paragraph with no interruptions. your cunt goes numb a bit, forgetting about eddie. and forgetting about him meant forgetting other important things, which meant thinking. and when he sees you stop writing, eyes flickering to the lamp switch as your mind begins to ponder, he shifts in his seat.

he feels your walls clench suddenly that it even takes him aback. you gasp, eyes squeezing shut, the sensitivity of your walls sends shivers down your spine and you bite back a moan when eddie moved. he moves his hands down to the swell of your ass, breathing heavily when his finger traces the thin lace of your panties that had been moved aside as you repose yourself.

your hands unclasp then squeezes itself into a fist. eddie chuckles lowly. "gotta stay focused, sweetheart,"

"i am focused."

he snorts. "you were drifting off,"

"i was thinking,"

eddie takes note of the impatience that pushed your words out in a laconic snap. he finds it amusing. of course he does — eddie's a fucking sadist. he squirms in his seat, makes sure his thick cock presses against every burning ridge, brushing against that spot.

you shudder, pressing back against him, your forehead falling down to the table in a loud bang. eddie reaches out, cupping your face from behind and lifts your head up. he pulls your back to his chest, rubbing your forehead, tutting silently.

"none of that," he pouts, rubbing your skin. "come on, babe. finish your homework then i'll let you cum. 'd you want that?"

he cheekily reaches down to rub your clit lightly, both your thighs sticky and glistening. your mouth parts, lets out a silent cry, your chin meeting your neck when you look down to see how his balls press up against your cunt, a light bulge on your stomach.

"yeah," you nod. "yes. i wanna cum. p-please,"

"you're gonna cum, don't worry," he pushes your hair to the side, sucking on the slope of your neck. "finish your homework and i'll fuck you just the way you like it- gon' bend you over this table, yeah? you like that, don't you?"

you whine. eddie chuckles, running his nose on your cheekbone, pressing on your clit.

You and Eddie were getting ready to go out because you, Nancy, and Robin had wanted to go out to a bar and decided to drag Eddie and Steve along with you. It had taken some convincing, but they caved when you and Robin looked at them with pouts on your faces. Nancy had wrapped her arms around both of your shoulders to squish your faces simultaneously. "Look at them, guys. Are you really gonna say no to these cute faces?". Steve had sighed, looking at Eddie and nodding before agreeing to go.

You felt his presence in the bathroom and turned to see him leaning against the door frame as you added some hairspray to keep your hair still.

"Hey baby, best behavior tonight. I mean it, no funny business." That made you smirk.

"But I already promised the girls I'd be on my worst behavior, and I couldn't break a promise." It was technically true, but it was more of a general thing Robin had said a while back. 'Fuck it, misbehave. See what happens!' They all knew about your... relationship, and all of them were in some way part of the community. The girls loved to get involved in your bratting plans and hear all about the aftermath.

He sauntered over to you, grabbing your chin. "I mean it. Behave, darling. There will be consequences." When you didn't respond, just looked at him with doe eyes, he sighed. "I have a feeling I'm going to regret this."

You smiled as he exited the room, finishing up before heading out to the van to leave. You made sure to behave the entire car-ride, giving the impression that you understood and were going to be a good girl.

Once you got to the bar, though, it started. "Go get me a drink, yeah?" You patted his hand. He raised a brow but let it slide and stalked off to the bar with Steve to grab drinks for the table. Nancy and Robin didn't let it go so easily, though.

"Y/N, are we poking the bear tonight?" You nodded your head and they both high fived. "Yes! I love getting Eddie pissed off. I have so many ideas." Robin started listing off some ways that you could get Eddie all riled up, Nancy pitching in too. They hushed down and you turned to see the boys heading back towards you. You turned back around to look at them.

"Alright ladies, operation brat is a go." You whispered as you gave them a thumbs up and a wink.

"What're you ladies talking about?" Steve asked as he sat the drinks down, sliding them around until everyone had theirs. The three of you just looked at eachother before breaking out into laughter, leaving Steve and Eddie looking utterly confused.

"Oh nothing to worry your pretty little brain about, Harrington." Robin said as she ruffled his hair. Eddie looked at you with his head turned to the side. Yes.

"Aww you look so cute when you're confused. Like a little puppy." You pulled a fake pout onto your lips, grabbing his cheeks to squish them together.

Once you let go, you looked at the dark look on his face, and then you heard a Click. The sound came from his pocket but you weren't sure what it came from. You were a little disappointed by the lack of reaction as he just turned around, starting a conversation with Steve. Just gotta try harder than that, I guess.

After a little while longer, you fake a shiver and turn to him, discreetly whispering to him. "Hey, Eds. I'm cold. Be a good boy and go grab me my jacket from the van." You hear that sound again before he turns on his heels to leave, still no reaction. You huff and roll your eyes.

As the night goes on, you continue with your antics to no avail it seems. Eddie doesn't even react, just does whatever you say or nods his head at you. It kind of gets under your skin that nothing you do seems to get his attention.

"Be a dear and go grab me another drink?" you push your glass towards him.

"Of course, my love." he says as he turns around to leave. The girls follow after him with an 'Oo, wait for me' to go get a refill. You sigh, placing your chin in your hand, trying to think of other ways to piss him off. Steve looks up at you before scooting closer.

"I know about operation brat; the girls spilled the beans. Don't worry, Eddie doesn't know... but... you do know he has a counter in his pocket, right?" You looked up at him confused. A counter? "You know, the little things that take count when you press the button? That clicking noise every time you're a brat? That's the counter in his pocket. He's keeping count of how many times you break the rules tonight. He clicks it twice when you do something especially bratty."

Oh. Oh. It makes sense now. You lean back a little, shocked he didn't atleast say something about keeping count.

"I asked him why he hadn't put you in your place yet while we were outside talking. He knows public punishment isn't exactly your forte and thought it'd be fun to watch how much trouble you got yourself into trying to make him react. I gotta say, you might wanna cool it. You were already up to 16 when we went outside and that was 3 or 4 clicks ago."

"Shit. Why wouldn't he atleast tell me? Like, show me he's keeping count. God, I'm so dead." You stared at the table as Steve chuckled. When Eddie came back, he set the drink down in front of you and you pulled him down by his jaw for a kiss, giggling and muttering a 'thanks, babe.' That way you could semi keep up appearances of teasing but not actually earn yourself another tick.

You, Robin, and Nancy went outside for a breather a few minutes later and you told them what Steve had told you.

"He did what?- wait, thats actually a great idea." Nancy said.

"No its not." Robin said quickly, making Nancy smirk. You chose not to comment on that interaction as you all walked back inside. For the rest of the evening you barely said a word to him, opting to talk to the girls instead.

You hadn't heard another click all night, but you couldn't be sure. The drive home was eerily quiet; you weren't talking in fear of getting into more trouble, and Eddie was just smirking in the driver's seat. He finally turned to you when you got close to the trailer.

"You remember when I told you to behave earlier and you decided to be a brat tonight anyways?"

"Yes, but I told you, the girls and I had a deal and I wasn't about to break it." You huffed and rolled your eyes at him. Click.

Fuck.

"Yeah, you promised them you'd be on your worst behavior, and I really think you outdid yourself this time. Don't worry," He pulled the counter out of his pocket, making you shudder. "I kept count. Read that number off for me, love."

"23?" You said questioningly. Damnit, Steve. Your numbering was off. Or had you somehow earned more than one click between then and now?

"Yeah, we're going to go ahead and split that up, I like an even 10s number of spankings so 3- That's how many times I'm gonna get you close and not let you cum. By the way, that doesnt mean you'll be allowed to cum tonight, it just means that you'll be denied 3 times. 20 times 2 is 40, that how many spanks your getting. See how that works?" You whimpered, looking down at the counter. You wanted to chuck it out the window but you knew better.

"Do you have to?" You pouted at him as he parked in the driveway. "You didn't tell me you were keeping track, that's not fair." He laughed. Like, full blown cackled at that. Once he finally calmed down, he wiped tears from his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Princess, I told you to be on your best behavior. You're the one that decided not to listen. A heads up for you, though. I'll be continuing to keep track, so you better straighten that attitude out and listen to what I tell you to. I'll add another denied orgasm everytime you misbehave, might aswell take your punishment like a good girl tonight. You won't get a warning. Now get inside." He opened the door and started walking towards the house, not looking back at you scrambling to follow him. That man and his long ass legs. By the time you reached the front door, he was in the doorway to his room.

"Kneel by the couch." He called out, shutting the door to his room. You kneeled on the couch, not trusting the cleanliness of the floors. He was in the room for a few minutes, and you started to get curious about what he was doing but your eyes stayed glued to your lap. Even when he finally threw the door open, you didn't dare to look up.

"Thought I told you to kneel by the couch, princess. You really wanna start off like this?"

"M'sorry, I just don't know when the last time it was vacuumed or cleaned and I'm wearing a skirt. You went in the room so I couldn't ask for a towel or something to kneel on."

He grabbed your chin to shift your eyes to his, nodding his head and sighing. "Ok, i understand. Thank you for atleast kneeling, princess." He leaned down to give you a kiss, soft and sweet, before sitting down next to you and dragging you over his lap. He left you kneeling so your legs were spread and your ass was shoulder height for him while you were propped up on your elbows.

You felt his hands running up the backs of your thighs and your ass, flipping up your skirt and sliding up under the hem of your panties, but not taking them off. He slid his hand down to touch your clothed pussy, rubbing his pointer finger in between your folds. You twitched under his touch, cheeks turning red because you knew you were already soaked.

"So wet for me already, baby. Can't wait to make you all messy." He pressed his finger down hard on your clit and swiped upwards, making a garbled moan leave your lips. Eddies constant guitar playing really did make him good with his fingers.

At first, it had been embarrassing how quickly he could get you to orgasm just from his fingers but you had gotten over that, opting to call him 'The God of foreplay'. However, tonight he was taking his sweet time playing with you and you were starting to get frustrated. You tried to wiggle your hips back but you felt a harsh slap on your thigh.

"That doesn't count towards your punishment, keep it up and I'll add five more. I want you to be still, princess." You moaned as he pulled your panties aside and sunk a finger into you, his ring brushing your entrance making you just at the coolness. You bit your lip to conceal the moans at every little push of his fingers in and every pull back out. It didn't take him long to add another finger and curl them inside of you, stroking the spot that made you dizzy. He placed a kiss to your back as he started gently flicking a finger over your clit, making you arch a little bit.

"S-sir, I'm gonna-"

"No, you're not." He said, but he didn't stop moving his fingers in you. You panicked, trying to focus on not coming as you felt the coil tighten in your stomach.

"Daddy, I can't." He still didn't stop. Just as you were about to cum, he pulled his fingers out. A sort of relief washed over you, but so did disappointment and want.

"Thats one." He said, slapping his hand down brutally on your ass, making you squeal and rock forward from the rapid change. He slapped his hand down 9 more times before stopping, giving you a moment as he rubbed over your already pink bottom.

He pulled your panties down to your knees, admiring how they stuck to your folds from your glistening wetness. He immediately rubbed his entire hand over your core, pushing on your clit and palming at your entrance over your folds.

You gasp and and arch your back as he starts rubbing his fingers in a circle around your swollen clit, occasionally swiping across it.

"You know, you look so cute when you're like this. Wanna make you cum so bad, princess. Daddy doesn't like having to punish you." He thrust two fingers into you again, still rubbing your clit. You shook as your orgasm built for a second time.

"D-daddy, stop. I can't, not- oh god- not allowed to cum. Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum." He pulled his fingers out before wailing down on your poor bottom again. The sting from the first set had sunk in and gone away, but with him leaving fresh slaps on your bottom, the sting came back full swing. You counted 20 before he stopped again, tears falling down your face.

The moment he moved to touch you again, your arms collapsed from under you, pushing your face into the cushions. A choked sob left your lips as you tried to wiggle away from his touch.

"Whats your color, baby?" He asked gently, rubbing over your red skin. He gave you time to take a few deep breaths and collect yourself.

"S'green, daddy." You breathed out.

"Were you at yellow for a second there?" He asked, voice calm and soothing. You nodded your head.

"Yeah, m'sorry sir. Just needed a second. Wanna get it over with but my brain couldn't comprehend the change so quick." Hs hummed and continued to rub your back for a moment, letting you relax.

"Alright, princess. We're starting again." You took a deep breath as he brought his hand to your cunt again, immediately shoved his fingers back in, 3 this time.

You twitched from the overstimulation as your pussy throbbed with want, though you knew he wouldn't let you tip over the edge. It didn't take him very long to get you close with you already being so sensitive. He felt the warning clench around his digits and removed them.

He gave you a moment to recover from your 3rd denied orgasm before saying, "Up, sweetie. Bend over the arm of the couch. You've got 10 more to go, last 10 are with my belt."

You reluctantly stood and shuffled to the edge of the couch, bending over for him obediently. Your mind was so fuzzy you didn't even recognize the first strike of his belt, you heard it before you felt it. He waited a moment for the sting to settle before bringing it down again, making your breathing pick up.

By the time he was done, you were panting as hot tears streamed down your face. He stood behind you, rubbing your back to calm you down as a whine releases from your throat at the pain in your ass.

"Learned our lesson, Princess?" You nod your head rapidly, standing up to turn into his arms. You hiss as the rough fabric of your skirt touches your bruised bottom.

“Why are the guys around here so boring?” You asked to no one in particular.

“I’m not boring!” Steve scoffed.

“Yeah okay,” you laughed. “What’s the most adventurous things you’ve done in bed?”

“Well…I… I’ve used a scarf?”

“A scarf?” You repeated.

“Were you cold?” Robin asked.

“No, I wasn’t cold! We used it as a blindfold,” he said sheepishly.

“I highly doubt you’ve blindfolded a girl,” you challenged.

“I never said she was the one blindfolded,” he said with a smirk.

“Harrington!” Robin gasped. Steve wiggled his eyebrows as you fake gagged.

“I can be a…what’s the new term kids are using these days…oh right, I can be daddy.” Steve tried to purr but failed miserably.

“You give off more of a mommy vibe,” you said. “You and your scarf of mystery.”

“Yeah, that’s not exactly kinky, Steve. Grandparents are using blindfolds these days,” Robin added.

“Yeah, why do you think they like knitting so much?” The three of you jumped when you heard the voice interrupt. Eddie stood there with a very amused expression on his devilishly handsome face.

“That’s gross,” Steve scowled.

“Thought it was kinky?” You laughed. Steve rolled his eyes before turning back to Eddie.

“(Y/N), here, was just saying how all the guys around here are boring in bed. Care to weigh in?”

“Steve!” You smacked his arm. “That’s not exactly appropriate to ask a customer.”

“A customer? Ouch. And here I was thinking we were friends,” Eddie said, holding his hand to his chest.

“We are friends,” you mumbled, rather embarrassed.

“Good,” Eddie beamed. He slid his return across the desk. “And I can promise you that not all the guys in this town are boring.”

Eddie sent you a wink before heading back out the door. Your jaw dropped as his words spun in your head. Robin ever so gently closed your mouth for you.

“Didn’t want you to catch any flies,” she chuckled.

“I bet he’s never used a scarf,” Steve grumbled angrily. “Maybe I should take up knitting.”

—

The next time you saw Eddie was at a small get together that Steve and Robin threw together last minute. You weren’t expecting him to be there but he was a part of the group now so you didn’t know why you didn’t think of it.

You sat in the kitchen with Nancy and Robin, lamenting about your recent and pitiful sexual conquests.

“Two dates, two duds- I literally have the worst luck!” You sighed. “I mean, is it too much to ask for a guy to eat me out and spit in my mouth?”

Nancy’s eyes widened as she looked behind you. You froze in your spot, not wanting to turn around.

“H-hey, Eddie,” Robin tried to smile awkwardly. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath. Why was it always him?

“Hey, ladies,” he coughed. “Mind if I grab a drink?”

“Go for it,” Nancy said.

Eddie moved around you and reached across you to the drinks you were sat in front of. His eyes dropped down to your lips for a split second before moving back up to your eyes.

“Hi, (y/n),” he said loud enough for only you to hear. You swore you saw a smirk on his lips but your mind went into overdrive and you had to focus solely on breathing and not passing out.

“Earth to (y/n)? Can you move so we can grab a drink?” Dustin yelled from behind Eddie.

“I got it, man,” Eddie said, reaching across you again. His body was pressed to your side as he poured a couple drinks for his friends. His scent invaded your senses as you felt the heat from his body blanket your own. You didn’t realize your fluttered closed until he cleared his throat. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered.

“You sure? I could bring you home if you’re not feeling well,” he offered.

“No! I’m good, I swear.”

“If you say so,” he chuckled. He gave you one last look-over before he finally retreated to the other room and you thought Nancy and Robin were going to double over in laughter.

“You know…Eddie might just be the solution to your little problem. He’s probably a freak in more places than just the streets,” Robin said with a wink.

“You’re insane!”

“She’s right! He’s totally into you and everyone knows you’re head over heels for him-“

“What do you mean everyone knows?” You shrieked.

“I’m just saying, you don’t exactly hide it well,” Nancy said. You rolled your eyes at your ridiculous friends and went back to sipping your drink.

You couldn’t get the image of Eddie out of your head for the rest of the night. By the time you got home, you were a mess, and not the kind you wanted to be. You settled into your bed for a long night of frustrating attempts to seek a release, one that never came.

—

“It has to be me; I’m definitely broken. If I can’t even fuck myself how can I expect anyone else to?” You sighed to Robin on the other end of the phone.

“Sounds like there’s something blocking that part of your brain. It’s probably that fact that you’re lusting over a certain metalhead whom you refuse to make a move on,” she said. You groaned and threw yourself back on your bed.

“He doesn’t want me,” you told her.

“You never know until you ask.”

“Yeah well I’m never gonna ask so just drop it. Please?” You pleaded.

“…fine…I’m gonna bring a care package over to your place later and we can hang out and take your mind off of things, okay?” She said.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you later.”

You hung up with your friend and stared at your ceiling. You needed to figure something out soon or you were going to combust.

Hours passed and you almost forgot Robin’s promise to stop over. You were in nothing but an oversized tshirt and your panties, not shy in front of your lifelong friend. When you heard the doorbell ring, you thought nothing of it as you bounded down the stairs toward the front door.

“Rob- oh my god!” You froze as you saw someone who was definitely not Robin Buckley standing outside your door. “Eddie?”

“Sorry…I thought Robin told you I was coming?”

You looked at the bag in his hands, filled with some of your favorite items, and everything started to click.

“I’m gonna kill her,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing! Thanks so much for bringing this for her, you really didn’t have to go through all the trouble.”

You tried to grab the bag from his hand and close the door but his grip was tight and his stance unwavering.

“She also told me I have to stay here and make sure you relax sooo do you mind if I come in, sweetheart?” He asked, already pushing past you and into your house.

“Sure?”

“Folks aren’t home yet?” He asked, taking a look around. You stood dumbfounded in your doorway, his question snapping you back to reality.

“They’re out of town visiting friends for the week,” you answered. You closed the door behind you and went to grab the bag but he stopped you.

“Not so fast, beautiful. I need to quality check the items first.”

You didn’t think anything of it until Eddie started to pull out a wide array of items-

a box of your favorite candy, some lotion, a scarf. You were confused by the selection but nothing mortified you more than what Eddie pulled out next.

“Talk dirty to me, parts one and two,” Eddie said with a huge smile.

“Oh my god!” You snatched the pornos out of his hands and threw them back in the bag.

“Damn, when Robin said you needed to relax, I guess she wasn’t kidding,” he laughed.

“Okay, I’m thoroughly embarrassed and ready to crawl under a rock so you can go now,” you said, trying to pull him toward the door by his arm. He pulled you back flush against his chest.

“Not so fast, sweetheart. That’s no way to treat a house guest, now is it?” The deep rumble of his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“N-no,” you whispered.

“No what?”

“No…sir?”

“Good girl,” he smiled. He backed you against the wall, your heart beating a mile a minute. “Do you want me to help you relax?”

“Yes, sir,” you said without even having to think.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

“Of course,” you said with a faint smile on your lips. You trusted Eddie more than you trusted most people and you knew he would take care of you.

He grabbed the bag and led you to your bedroom. You were nervous, not because it was Eddie, but because part of you really did believe you were broken and you didn’t want to be a disappointment to Eddie.

Eddie must’ve sensed your nerves because he turned to you and grabbed both your hands, looking you in the eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything, you know? We can just hang out o-or I can just leave…”

“No! No, don’t go. I’m just in my head a little, that’s all,” you sighed. He brought the back of your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to it.

“I’ve got you; please don’t worry,” he said. You simply nodded before letting him grab the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head. His eyes scanned your bare torso with nothing but adoration in his eyes. He left your panties on as he laid you down on your bed. You heard the bag rustle and the scent of lavender soon filled your nose.

“Just try and relax, baby,” he said softly. He rubbed the lotion together in his hands to warm it up before gentle squeezing your shoulders and running his hands down your back. He worked your tense muscles under his calloused hands, making you melt almost instantly.

The lower his hands went, the tighter the coil went in your stomach, just begging for release. He worked on your thighs, squeezing your ass in the process. His hands lingered on your ass for a minute before they slid back up to your shoulders.

You wriggled your hips uncomfortably, preferring he would’ve shown your aching pussy some much needed attention.

Eddie got impatient with your moving so he straddled your waist and pinned your hips down with his.

“Just try and enjoy this, sweetheart,” he said.

“I’d enjoy something else a lot more,” you groaned. He hit a particularly tense spot and you moaned as he massaged the knot. You felt him shift, pressing more into your ass. You let breathy whimpers fall from your lips as he started to grind his hips against you.

“Eddie, please,” you whined.

“Please, what, baby? Ask daddy nicely,” he said. The way he said that with no shame, completely confident and in control, made your mouth go dry. He stopped the movement of his hips- “I won’t ask again.”

“P-please touch me, daddy,” you begged.

“I am touching you, love,” he chuckled.

“No, I want you to fuck me!”

He moved back and slapped your ass, making you yelp.

“Watch the attitude before I fuck it out of you,” he warned.

“If you can,” you mumbled under your breath. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back.

“What was that?” He growled in your ear.

“I don’t think you can fuck me that hard, daddy,” you challenged. He let out a dark chuckle.

“Of course you’re a fucking brat,” he laughed. “I should’ve guessed. Maybe that’s why no other little boys in this town could satisfy you. You needed a man to know how to handle you, baby. Is that it?”

His other hand snaked it’s way into your panties; he was delighted to find out just how wet you already were for him.

“Yes, please. I need you!”

“There’s your manners; what a good girl.”

“Mm, yes. I’m a good girl, I’m your good girl,” you mumbled incoherently as he started to rub slow circles on your clit.

“That’s what I thought,” he said with a smug smirk.

You were trying to grind against his hand, trying to get more stimulation but he wasn’t having it. You were flipped onto your back and panties were ripped from your body, exposing your slick pussy to Eddie. He reached over to the bag and grabbed the scarf that you were suspecting Steve had something to do with.

“Since you have a problem with holding still-“ he grabbed your wrists and tied them with the scarf, putting them over your head. “Don’t. Move.”

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered.

Eddie crawled down so he was eye level with your pussy and it was hard not to move with anticipation. You needed him to touch you, to do anything, but you certainly weren’t expecting him to dive in and eat your pussy like a starving man.

“Eddie!” You shrieked. Your hands flew down to his hair and he immediately stopped.

“This is your one warning, babe,” he said as he threw your hands back up.

He turned his attention back to your clit, giving it kitten licks with his tongue. He would tease it at your entrance, only to return to your sensitive bundle of nerves. He was quickly bringing you to the brink of an orgasm, faster than you’ve ever gotten yourself there.

“Fuck, please. Please make me cum,” you whined. “Use your fingers.”

“You’re in no place to be making demands, princess,” he chuckled, his chin glistening. “The only thing going inside you tonight is my cock.”

His words alone were enough to build a fire in your stomach. He gripped your hips and pulled you flush with his face and you were certain he wasn’t even breathing. He ravaged his pussy with his tongue. Your head was swimming but you tried your best not to move, terrified he would stop and wouldn’t let you come. What a cruel punishment that would be- the only man to ever even bring you close to an orgasm only to take it away because you disobeyed.

The closer you came to the edge, the louder you chanted his name. He focused solely on your clit, providing enough pressure to finally push you over the edge. Your body convulsed as a powerful orgasm crashed over you. He didn’t let you go however, continuing to lap at your pussy as you came.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he crawled over your body and you expected him to kiss you but he didn’t. Instead, he tapped your jaw and said, “open.”

Your eyes widened more than your mouth when he spit directly onto your tongue. He didn’t even have to ask you to swallow, just smiled with pride as you did.

“Somebody listens,” you said with a smirk.

“Of course. How else am I gonna please my girl?” He asked. Your brain short circuited when he called you that but you played it cool.

“That was amazing, Eddie,” you sighed happily.

“Did you think I was done with you yet? I told you, the only thing inside you tonight is gonna be my cock. So if it’s okay with you, I’d like to feel just how well you take my cock,” he said with a devilish grin.

“Do I get to lose the scarf?” You asked.

“Only because you were such a good girl for daddy.”

He untied you and threw it to the side of the bed. He finally took off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in his underwear. You could see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric and it made your mouth water.

You reached toward the hem of his underwear and he let you take them off. You ran your fingers along his length, as if memorizing every detail.

You leaned forward and he stopped you. Your heart nearly stopped, thinking you did something wrong.

“I just can’t wait to feel your pussy, baby. That’s all,” he reassured you.

“Please, daddy? I just wanna taste you.”

“Are you questioning me? You take what daddy gives you and then you thank him.”

He lined up with your entrance, gathering your slick on his head.

“Daddy thinks quite highly of himself,” you teased.

“God, maybe I should fuck your mouth just to shut you up,” he growled.

“You won’t,” you challenged further.

Without warning, he slammed balls deep into you.

“You’re right. I won’t. Greedy little sluts don’t get what they want. You’re gonna get used however I want. I’m gonna fuck your pussy until you can’t even think of walking. You’re gonna milk my cock until I fill you with my cum.”

You were left breathless at his relentless thrusts but still managed to croak out a moan when he said that.

“Oh you like that, dirty girl? Of course you do. Letting me fuck you raw. You’re gonna let me cum so deep inside you, yeah?” His head fell into the crook of your neck as you raked his back with your nails.

“Daddy, I’m so close. Can I cum? Please, daddy, let me cum,” you cried. Literal tears formed in your eyes as you felt the coil tighten in your stomach once more.

“Shit, what a good girl. Fuck, didn’t even have to tell you to ask permission,” he grunted. “Cum, sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.”

The tears flowed freely as your vision went white and all you could hear was static for a second before returning to reality. Eddie fucked you through your orgasm- trying so hard to keep his rhythm while close to cumming himself.

“Ohh fuck!” A few more thrusts and he was emptying into you, spreading a warmth throughout your entire body.

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak out of you, down your shaking thighs, and onto your now ruined bed sheets.

“Shit, are you okay?” He asked, wiping the tears from your face.

“Yeah, sorry. That was just…I’m speechless. Phenomenal doesn’t even begin to describe it,” you said.

“You mean it?” He asked. His overconfident facade melted away and it made your heart swell.

“Eddie, that was everything I could’ve asked for and more.” You placed a gentle hand on his face and he leaned into your touch.

“I haven’t even kissed you yet,” he chuckled.

“Did you want to?”

“I would like to kiss you every day if I got the chance,” he admitted.

“I think that could be arranged,” you said before pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss.

“You’re gonna have to learn to obey your daddy then,” he told you.

“Yeah, good luck with that,” you laughed.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. That just means I get to punish you and fuck you ten times harder.”

“That better be a promise, not a threat.”

“God, you’re perfect.” He kissed you again and pulled you on top of his chest. “Get plenty of rest, sweet girl. Tomorrow we’re having a whole date day to make up for this unceremonious rendezvous.”

“We can return the scarf to Steve,” you chuckled.

“And you can thank Robin for setting this up.”

“Yeah…I should thank her…right after I kill her for embarrassing me so much.”

“It worked out, didn’t it?” He retorted.

“I guess it did,” you said with a smile. “Now that I know you can make me cum, I’m never letting you go.”

“I’ll make you cum every goddamn day if it means I get to keep you.”

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“oh yeah? so weed and snacks?” you giggle wandering off down the hall and into the kitchen, “did you pack your toothbrush? clothes?” you ask with a tilt of your head as you lean on the counter

eddie squints his eyes at you, “yeah sure, of course, duh” he says rather unconvincingly while rooting through your fridge for one of the beers he had left in there, “new hoodie? s’cute” he points the top of his bottle at your clothing

you look down at your outfit, socks, your sleep shorts and a dark grey acid wash hoodie that almost covers your shorts, you pinch your eyes shut quickly as you realise the hoodie isn’t yours at all, in fact, it’s your ex’s, hence why it’s slightly swallowing you whole

“no, no, it’s not mine” you say quietly, fiddling with the sleeves. eddie raises his eyebrow at you while he drinks, his question coming across perfectly, “it’s, uh” you pause awkwardly, “it’s andy’s” you cringe

eddie stares at you as he sets his bottle down on the counter, he looks at the floor as he runs his hand over his face, “andy? basketball team andy? your ex?” he asks with a chuckle that has no trace of humour in it

he looks up and watches you as your mouth opens and closes repeatedly as you try to come up with, something, anything, “i-i i didn’t even realise! i just pulled it out of my closet earlier and threw it on” you rush out in a poor attempt to explain

“right” eddie speaks lowly and drags the word out, “but why do you even still have his clothes? hm?” he crosses his arms over his chest and slightly leans forward but giving his height, he’s still looking down over you

you shuffle on the spot under his gaze, “well after we split up, he refused to come and get his shit but jason told me he said he would call the police if i got rid of his personal items” you quote the other boy from the basketball team, raising your arms to make quote marks in the air, “so i just kept it and forgot”

eddie stands up straight again, stares at the ceiling as he pushes his tongue into his cheek with a scoff, “right so what am i, your boyfriend, supposed to think when you, my girlfriend, are walking around with your asshole ex’s clothes on?” he gestures with his hands between the two of you

you swallow thickly as you shrug your shoulders, knowing the more you seem to speak you’re just digging a hole you won’t be able to climb out of. eddie rolls his eyes and storms off past you and towards the living room, leaving his half drunk beer on the counter

he’s out of the room a handful of seconds before your body starts to move in pursuit, sliding into the room silently as he’s throwing himself down into the corner of the sofa. he stares at you as you stand in the doorway, “i’ll go take it off” you say quietly, ashamed, as your hands reach to pull it off

“no,” eddie says turning his gaze towards the tv which is showing a rerun of some corny show, “keep it on” he finishes

you frown but stay silent as you creep towards the sofa, lowering yourself into the opposite corner, allowing yourself to sink into the cushions, hoping they would swallow you, hiding from eddie in what feels like shame

the tv show continues to play in the background as you stare past it, the wall behind it and the pictures hanging on it burning into your retinas. the episode finishes and a new one starts and in that time eddie doesn’t even bother to look in your direction, not even when you shuffle around to pull your knees up to your chest

you begin to think that your boyfriend may never talk to you again as your eyes flit over to him when he moves to push some of his hair off of his shoulder. he flinches when his ring gets stuck, pulling on the brunette curl, forcing him to look over his shoulder to untangle it and in doing so, looking over at you

you purse your lips together in a wonky, sad sort of smile as your eyes meet but he doesn’t return it as his ring gets freed but instead he huffs and pushes himself to stand, looking down over you once again

“lay down, back against the arm” he orders, nodding at the arm of the sofa, you tilt your head but your mouth then falls open as he starts to undo his belt, “now” he snaps, a warning which you pick up on as your body starts to move, turning to lean back but still keeping your knees pulled up

your mouth opens to ask what is going on but he beats you to it, “you are going to lay there” he starts, pushing his jeans down his legs, kicking them off when they hit the floor, “while i fuck you in you ex’s hoodie” he concludes, pulling his semi hard cock out of his underwear

he wraps his fist around it and gently strokes it a few times, gasping to himself gently as his dick starts to fill out to it’s full length and thickness in his hand. you clench your thighs together once at the sight before you, the tip of his dick pink and shiny as pre cum dribbles out of the slit

eddie turns and kneels on the sofa in front of you, his free hand coming to part your legs for you, “this is solely for my pleasure, not yours, i don’t care if you don’t get to cum, understand? no whining” he explains, running his hand down your thigh, pushing your baggy sleep shorts until they crumple up against your hips

“yes” you reply quickly, with a nod, your stomach sinking knowing that your chances of cumming have just dropped to becoming non existent, you stare up at him, not daring to look down at his thick cock

eddie twists to grab a cushion from behind him, “yes what?” he asks, turning back to you. he lifts your hips up and shoves the cushion under you, manhandling your body around until you’re right where he wants you to be

“yes daddy” you say quietly and gently before sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. eddie holds your thighs open as he moves and settles between them.

“pretty fuckin thighs” he mumbles, digging his thumbs in gently, gently enough it almost tickles, your eyes fluttering shut but it’s short lived as they’re snapping back open when a harsh slap lands to the soft skin, one on the inside of each thigh

you gasp at the sting of his rings, metal crashing off of sensitive skin. eddie fake pouts down at you, mocking as he leans down and spits, fat puddles landing on the slightly reddened skin, strings of saliva hanging from his bottom lip as he spreads the wetness around, soaking the inside of your thighs

“what?” you whisper, almost to yourself, but eddie catches it and lands a slap down to the outside of your thigh as he hisses out a ‘shh’, you oblige

“i lied by the way” eddie hums, sliding his wet fist back over his cock which has turned a gorgeous shade of red, angry and leaking over his fingers. he shuffles forward, his dick hanging between your legs as he slides his hands down the outside of your thighs, pushing them together, “i’m not going to fuck you, you don’t deserve it, i’m going to fuck your thighs”

a whine escapes you, catching in your throat as you feel how hard he is, pushing into your legs as he ruts forward once, hissing at the easy slide and how wet your skin is against him

“only good girls deserve to get fucked” he sneers, moving your legs so both of them rest on one of his shoulders, “and good girls don’t wear their ex’s hoodies” he grits as he starts to move

you can’t not stare at your thighs as he thrusts toward, his perfect cock sliding forwards harshly, squelching gently. you look up to him with a slight frown, attempting to ignore the way your cunt leaks into your panties

eddie starts to moan, his lips parting slightly as they rumble up through his chest and throat. you bite back your own moans as he keeps eye contact, staring straight down at you as he pulls back until just his cock end is trapped between your thighs, grinding gently as pre cum leaks onto you, running down your skin

“you’re a fucking slut, y’know that?” he grunts, digging his fingers into your legs, this time you do whine, he raises an eyebrow as he surges forward until his balls are smacking off of you.

one of his hands leaves your thigh as he leans forward, almost folding you in half under him. he harshly squeezes your face, his thumb digging in one cheek and his fingers pressing into the other. he holds you there, fucking himself against you with a grunt. he lets go of your face, pushing a little so your head jerks away from him, “whore” he huffs

the way your thighs clench together on their own deceives you, your own slick starting to seep into your shorts as they quickly become uncomfortable.

eddie growls above you while he looks down, watching his dick disappear between your legs, his heavy balls slapping against you as his cock starts to throb

“such a little whore, walking about in your ex’s hoodie right in front of me? are you fucking kidding?” he huffs, puffing his cheeks out, “you still think of him?” he asks slapping the outside of your thigh, the sound alone making you jolt

“no, no! never” you scramble to reply, moving to wrap your fingers around his wrist, your bottom lip trembles when he slaps your hand away, “daddy” you pout

“don’t you fuckin’ dare daddy me” his voice raises slightly, “think you’re going to get anything out of me? don’t be a dumb little bitch” he pants, you know he’s getting closer

a tear runs down your cheek as you look away, staring at your thighs which are starting to burn from friction. you can feel his cock pulsing against you, can almost feel the way his balls are starting to draw up, the vein that runs along the length of him pushing into your skin

eddie squeezes your thighs, his rings digging in as his thrusts start to become sloppy, like he’s not sure whether he should be surging forward or pulling back, “you gonna cum daddy?” you ask, staring up at him, all fake innocence and big doe eyes

he grunts, “ye-yeah, gonna fucking blow my load all over this hoodie,” he moans at the thought of it, “see if you wear it then, stained with my cum” he smirks as his shoulders start to drop and his stomach tenses

you moan loudly, your head titling back and bouncing off of the arm of the sofa, “yeah? claim me” you whisper, running your tongue over your lip

“shit” eddie whines, “yeah, fuck, tell me that you’re mine” he orders with another slap, you’re sure there will be a hand shape or at least, ring shaped, bruise there later

“i’m yours ed’s, all yours, forever” you ramble, your hand slides between your legs, your fingers sliding over the top of his cock, over the slit every time he fucks forward, “cum for me”

“fuck, oh god, im gonna” he pants, “gonna fucking cum” his voice strains as his hips smack into the back of your legs, his balls bouncing against you as his cock shoots fat white ropes of cum over the hoodie

your thighs loosen as eddie takes himself into his fist again, squeezing and jerking gently, milking himself until his cum has painted the front of the hoodie, all the way up to your chest, lines of milky white scattered over the fabric light lightning

“shit” he pants, slumping against the back of the sofa so that he can catch his breath. you straighten your legs, flinching at the ache of muscles unclenching. eddie shuffles back and stands up, swiping his jeans up off of the floor, “get up”

he pulls you up by the hood but you stumble, gripping onto his arm to steady yourself which causes him to roll his eyes

“you got any more of his shit?” eddie huffs as he redresses himself, you nod, “where?”

“in a bag in my closet”

“go and get it, we are taking that and the hoodie back to him, now” he smirks as your face drops but you don’t protest, taking off out of the room before he can say anything else

by the time you’ve got to your room the cum has mostly dried, staining the hoodie beyond repair. you slide it off over your head and grab one of eddies out of your closet, sliding it on before getting a pair of jeans on and grabbing the rest of your ex’s things

“come on, some time today!” eddie calls up the stairs, you can hear him throwing his keys around as you get to the top of the stairs, “let’s go”

the drive is silent, awkward but eddie taps his fingers off of the steering wheel so you decide he must be in a slightly better mood. his van rumbles to a stop outside andy’s and as you look over, he’s in the garage attached to the side of the house with what appears to be the rest of the basketball team

“go on” eddie smiles at you, leaning over to push your door open. you slide out onto the pavement, holding a bag of andy’s belongings, his hoodie draped over the top of it

“uhm, hey, andy?” you call out, not daring to move up the drive, you hear eddie wind down the window behind you. andy, along with his friends all turn, all their faces looking at you with the same questioning expression, you hold the bag up

andy jogs down the short drive, “my shit?” he says plainly, his voice flat. you nod your head and pass over his things, his eyes fall to the hoodie immediately, “the fuck did you do to it?” his voice raises

eddie leans out the window, hair blowing in the wind, “or the better question, what did i do to it” he quips with a wink as you rush to get back into the van before andy can figure it out, luckily he’s slow

the other boys start to crowd around andy, all of them realising at the exact same time, “what the fuck, munson? fucking freak!” andy bolts forward, slamming his fist off of the van as eddie peels it away from the curb with a cackle leaving your ex stood there holding his cum stained hoodie

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