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You were unfamiliar with the feeling that had settled in your chest as you watched the scene in front of you. Your mouth was suddenly tainted with a bitter taste, like biting into a berry that was not yet ripe enough to enjoy. A taste that made your face scrunch up, swallowing thickly in hopes of getting the acrid flavour out of your mouth.

Your hands were clammy as you pushed down the fabric of your skirt, smoothing it out against your skin. You were unable to tear your eyes away, watching every movement from inside the classroom closely.

Eddie was sitting on top of one of the desks, his face was contorted in annoyance and pain. His mounds of hair sat low on the back of his head in a messy bun. A bun that was held together by a bright green scrunchie.

One section of hair was left out and it was currently in the hands of Chrissy Cunningham. She was carefully combing through it, a disgusted look on her face as she pulled out bits of what looked to be chewed up gum.

On one hand you were curious, wondering how the hell Eddie had managed to get gum in his hair. More importantly wondering who had been stupif enough to help get him in this situation.

On the other hand there was a burning sensation making its way through your body. A surge of mixed emotions, a monster inside you rearing its ugly head.

You were aware that jealousy was one of the many emotions that the human psyche was capable of. It was normal, a common thing people experienced but you couldn’t help but be utterly embarrassed that it was happening to you.

“Jesus!” Eddie yelped loudly, grabbing the back of his neck after his hair was tugged on rather harshly. Chrissy winced softly, muttering a string of apologies as she took the piece of hair back in her hands, working some water through it.

She was just helping him. You tried to rationalise, taking a deep breath as an attempt to calm your anxious state. Part of you felt ashamed for feeling how you did. You knew Eddie loved you and you didn’t need to worry about someone touching him innocently. Especially not Chrissy, the girl who sat beside you in English. She was painfully sweet and couldn’t harm a fly even if she wanted to.

It was when she placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly, your calm thoughts slipped away. The intrusive thoughts that were intertwined with jealousy and possessiveness returned like an evil whisper in your ear.

Did she need to touch him so much? You squinted in their direction, your jaw clenching ever so slightly. Eddie never let anyone touch his hair, it took him weeks to be fully comfortable with you touching it and here she was, running her fingers through it repeatedly.

You felt your face heating, your entire body tensing as he nodded his head, reaching over to tap her hand a few times.

You knew he was only thanking her, the whole situation was completely harmless but there was still a stabbing feeling pressing against your heart. You swallowed thickly as you tried to compose yourself, knowing you would never actually find it in you to enter the room.

You weren’t even supposed to be here yet. You thought to yourself, knowing you had only come to search for Eddie in a fit of excitement.

You had finally finished your article for the school's newspaper and wanted to let Eddie read it. Instead you were greeted by a sight that extinguished your excitement like a gust of wind to the flame of a candle.

As if the universe was listening to your pathetic cry for help, the bell rang signalling the end of the second period. You quickly turned on your heel, rushing to get out of the doorway before Eddie could see you. He could read you like a book and you weren’t quite ready to face what he would be like if he knew how you were feeling.

Eddie watched as you stood there in bewilderment, your face flustered as you nearly tripped on your own feet walking out of the room. He felt a bit guilty not seeing you sooner, wondering where you were going in such a hurry.

You sat through your third period, nervously tapping your foot the whole time. You could barely focus on what the teacher was saying, your mind replaying what you saw over and over. Anxiety found a home in the pit of your stomach, curling up there with no intentions of leaving.

You avoided Eddie at lunch, not even entering the cafeteria once the whole lunch period. You thought it would be better to just see him after school, hoping your feelings would subside by then.

The only problem with your plan was that it didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie. He was worried, staring at your empty seat next to him as he wondered where you were. You always ate lunch with them, he can’t remember the last time you didn’t.

Eddie didn’t like this, he couldn’t let go of the idea that something was wrong. He knew the only way to know for sure was by finding you and asking you what he did to make you not wanna see him.

As he stood and gathered his things the table of boys in front of him exchanged puzzled looks and whispers, wondering what had Eddie revved up today. He walked away from the table, pushing the doors of the cafeteria open as he began searching for you.

He walked down the hall where your locker was and he saw you standing behind the open metal door. He was smiling before he even got to you, happy to see that you were physically okay from what he could tell.

You were grabbing your notebook for your next class, a sigh leaving you as you put it into your bag. You were startled as you closed the door of the locker, not expecting to see your boyfriend standing there.

“You avoiding me, sweetheart?” He leaned his head on the locker beside yours, arms crossed over his chest.

He was handsome. There was no denying it no matter how upset you were. You had never seen him with his hair up like this, his bangs laying messily on his forehead, strands of hair flying out of the bun. It only made you burn with jealousy more, knowing that you weren’t the first person to see him like this. Knowing that you weren’t the one to put it up like this.

Your eyebrows knit across your forehead as you gently shake your head. “No, of course not.” Your voice was nerve filled, trembling in a barely noticeable way.

He mimics your movement and shakes his own head, “No? Are you sure?” His voice is smooth like honey as he quiets his voice slightly. “Didn’t see you at lunch.”

Shaking your head again you cross your own arms over your chest, looking down as you avoid his heavy gaze.

He looks up and down the hall before closing the space between you both, knowing you don’t like being too affectionate with other people around. Taking your hands in his he bends down, leaving you no choice but to look at him.

“You can tell me if I upset you.” He whispers, his brown irises stare into your own softly, glimmering with comfort. Eddie’s learnt to be patient with you, it wasn’t easy at first but he’s gotten used to letting you take your time when telling him things.

“You didn’t, Eddie.” You give him a small smile. “I was editing my article for the paper.” You lie, trying not to choke on your untruthful words.

You can tell by the look on his face he doesn’t believe you, looking at you through his thick eyelashes, his eyebrows pressed up as he presses his tongue against his top lip.

Letting out a soft sigh you give him a faint smile. “I came to show you during second period, but you seemed preoccupied.” Your voice came out more pointed than you intended it to, causing you to clear your throat in the hopes that Eddie didn’t notice.

But of course he did. He always notices.

Eddie bites his tongue in his mouth, eyes staring at you knowingly. Normally he would comfort you, apologise and hug you, kissing your forehead in the way he knows you love, the way that makes you melt into him.

But this wasn’t normal, not for you at least. You had been with Eddie for sometime now and yet he had never seen you get even a little bit jealous.

It wasn’t like he did it on purpose, he had no intentions of making you jealous when he got the sticky pink gum in his hair. He didn’t think anything good would come from it.

He had to admit he felt a bit guilty, the little angel on his shoulder reminding him that he should feel bad for you, he should feel bad for accidently making you jealous, for making you worry like that.

However, the little devil on his other shoulder made him feel far from bad. He didn’t feel that bad because the thought of you standing in that doorway flustered and angry that someone was touching him didn’t make him feel guilty, it made his cock strain against his pants.

Before he can open his mouth to speak you squeeze his hand and pull your bag higher on your shoulder. “I’ve gotta run.” You smile weakly. “I’ll come by after school.”

Eddie stood to his full height and kissed your temple as he watched you run off. He was bouncing with amusement and couldn’t wait for the day to be over.

When you arrived at Eddie’s, Wayne was pulling out of the gravel road and heading to work. You waved him goodbye as you walked up the steps to the front door of the trailer. Tapping on the screen door lightly you waited as Eddie came out to open it for you.

He smiled when he saw you, closing the door behind you. “You know you’re allowed to let yourself in, it’s just me here.”

He leans on the closed door, his black ‘Iron Maiden’ tee riding up to expose his happy trail slightly.

You bring your eyes back up to his, setting your bag down on the couch. “I don’t wanna be rude and it’s no big deal.” You mutter innocently, shrugging your shoulders.

“Right, my quiet girl doesn’t wanna be rude.” He playfully smirks, “That would be a big deal, maybe even the end of the world.” He waves his hands dramatically, deepening his voice before chuckling softly.

You nod in agreement, softly giggling at his dramatics. “How was your day?” Eddie mutters, heading looking over his shoulder for a moment before heading for his room.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you lean against the table that sits by his front door. When his back turns to you you’re met with the sight of the silk green fabric in his hair once again.

The fabric that you had somewhat managed to forget about.

“It was okay.” You called out softly, the sour look from before is back on your face, your fingers gripping the table behind you.

“Only okay?” He asked as he came out of his room, tossing his blanket onto the couch. You nod your head, looking at him intently before waving him towards you.

“Come here, please.” You request, standing up straighter.

Eddie smiled at your small ‘please’, always taken aback by your manners. When he comes to stand in front of you, you help him manoeuvre his body so his back is facing you.

“What happened?” You question as you pull the green scrunchie from his hair, throwing it somewhere on the kitchen counter. Eddie jerked his head back slightly, a small hiss leaving his lips, the tangles in his hair being pulled at.

“What’d you mean, sweetheart?” He asked, attempting to turn his head around but you pushed his face forward so he couldn’t.

“To your hair.” You reply softly, trying to hide the slightly annoyed tone in your voice. Gathering the stray hairs back into the bun, you smoothed it out the best you could.

Eddie knows what you’re getting at, he knows you know what happened but you want to hear him say it, you want him to confirm that what you say was real.

“Got some gum in my hair sometime during class, pretty sure it was stuck to the damn chair I was sitting on.” He tells you, listening as you hum in acknowledgement.

“Chrissy saw it and put my hair up, tried to get as much of it out as she could.” He noticed the way you tugged on his hair harder, a small ‘sorry’ falling from your lips.

You took a small hair band from your own pocket, tying it around the thick bun and securing it to the back of his head. You ran your hands along his shoulder before leaning back and sitting on the small table behind you.

Eddie’s lips curled up into an almost arrogant grin, he tried his best to wipe it off his face before turning to you.

He was met with the sight of you wearing a bashful look, like you had been slapped on the hand for doing something you weren't supposed to.

“Is that what this is about?” He whispers, looking down at you with a tilted head.

Crossing his arms over his chest he smiles softly at you, trying to find it in himself to be patient with you and to not accidentally make you upset.

“What are you talking about?” You decide to play coy, shrugging your shoulders, your eyes finding the ground a lot more interesting than it was a moment ago. There’s a soft weight seated on your chest and you can’t quite make out what it is.

“How did you know something was wrong with my hair?” He tests the waters, now being the one wanting to hear you admit to it.

“I was talking about your hair being up.” You conceal, playing with the end of your skirt in a poor attempt to make it seem like you had a reason to look down.

“I saw you.” He admits, “Second period. When Chrissy was helping me.”

He says, “I saw you standing there for god knows how long.” He raised his eyebrows at you before moving closer.

When you first entered the trailer you would have said it was a touch too cold, that the AC might have been on too high. Now you would argue it wasn’t working at all, the space around you suddenly becoming warm, making it harder to breathe.

He nudged your legs open with his knee, moving to stand between them. He brought a hand to your face, the tip of his knuckle brushing against your jaw before pushing your head up to look at him.

His touch was comforting, but you were still burning with embarrassment, knowing what was about to come.

You take a deep breath before slouching, looking at him with a pout. “Eddie..”

He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head, “Don’t look at me like that, babe.” He moves his face closer to yours.

“Tell me the truth, tell me what’s got my girl all worked up.” The mocking tone in his voice makes your stomach burn with excitement.

Your eyes close as he moves his hands to your upper arms, rubbing them comfortingly. Your hands are playing with the edge of his shirt, pulling at a loose thread.

“It’s stupid.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s not stupid.” He replies, still unable to wipe the smile from his face. “It’s..kinda cute.”

“Being jealous is cute to you?” You deadpan, eyes opening hesitantly just in time to watch him laugh again.

“So you are jealous then?” He teases, earning an annoyed sigh from you. Your pout is stained to your face now, voice whiny as you look up at him.

“I was coming to show you the paper.” You say, talking faster than usual.

“But when I got there Chrissy was helping you with your hair and, and I just stood there staring at the two of you and I couldn’t look away.”

You were rambling now, admitting to everything all at once. Eddie was beyond entertained, his eyes watching you closely as you ranted. He really thought you were cute now, an interaction worth a few minutes leaving you so flustered.

“You never let anyone touch your hair, let alone put it up and-“ You’re struck by the way your boyfriend looks right now.

Standing between your legs, nodding along with what you’re saying. He’s wearing a dark look, teasing you with his eyes as he watches you stop. He’s turned on.

“And?” He teases, he brings your hands to his lips, kissing them softly. He kisses each knuckle before flipping them over, gently running his plump lips along your palm.

“A-and.” You stammer, watching as he brings his eyes up to yours, lips still pressing into your skin. Your eyes feel heavy as you watch him, head becoming cloudy and before you know it you blurt out loudly.

“You’re mine, Eddie!” Your face burns hot again, that weight in your chest makes you feel like you’re drowning. Eddie smiles against the skin of your hand, nodding his head as he kisses the tips of your fingers.

“I’m yours.” He confirms, moving to the next finger.

“You’re right, sweetheart.” He hums, “I’m yours and no one else should be able to touch me, is that it?” His pupils grow as he looks at you, you can barely see the brown in his eyes anymore.

You swallow as you slowly nod your head, your confidence growing at his words. Eddie drags the tip of your pointer finger along his lips.

“Need to remind you, don’t I?” He says lowly, letting you take control as you pull down on his bottom lip gently, watching it fall back in place as you let it go.

When you nod, Eddie’s lips curl up into an implying smirk. His thick fingers wrap around your wrist, bringing your hand back to his mouth.

He takes your pointer finger between his lips, sucking on it slowly. You feel his soft tongue drag along your digit, his teeth then going to graze over the same spot. He repeats the motion a few times, not tearing his eyes from yours.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, choking you as if someone had their hand tightly wrapped around your throat. You feel yourself growing wet, small bursts of excitement running from your stomach down to your core.

Your finger is glistening when Eddie removes it from his mouth, leaning over so his mouth is beside your ear.

“I would never be this sweet on anyone but you, baby.” He practically moans, his hot whisper travelling down your spine, leaving tingles in its wake.

“Such a pretty girl…always so sweet, so gentle.” He presses a kiss under your ear. “And I belong to you, I’ve belonged to you since the day I saw you.”

His laugh makes you moan, you don’t mean to but you can help when the soft sound leaves your chest. “Got me wrapped around your finger, Y/n.”

His lips move down, warm kisses being dragged along your neck. “It is cute.” He murmurs between kisses, “You being jealous, all flustered cause someone else was touching what’s yours.” He kisses to the other side of your face, lips trailing up to your other ear.

Leaning into your other ear he hushes his voice, “Had no idea my quiet girl was so greedy, sweetheart.”

He knows what he’s doing. He loves teasing you like this and you knew he would get a kick out of your jealousy. You knew he’d be bursting at the seams to taunt you with this new found information, to make you squirm and whine for him.

“Is that it?” He asks, pulling away from your ear to look into your eyes again. “You don’t like sharing what’s yours?”

You shake your head as you look at him, moving your hands up to hold his face. “I don’t wanna share.” You whisper, brushing his bangs back.

His smile is the most stunning thing you had ever seen. His pretty teeth peaked out as it grew, little wrinkles forming around his eyes.

An outsider looking in wouldn’t expect Eddie to have such a pretty smile, but behind the dark clothes and the metal music there was a smile that was like a ray of sunshine beaming through the window of a dark room. It was all yours to enjoy.

“You don’t have to share.” He says matter of factly, shrugging his shoulders. “I love being yours, Y/n.”

You pull his face towards you, kissing him feverishly. Eddie tastes faintly of cigarettes, a taste you have grown to love, a taste that is completely and undeniably, Eddie. The kiss is one filled with passion, it’s hungry yet filled with love, it’s needy but you both take your time with it wanting to feel each other.

Pulling away from him your chest heaves, pushing his face up as you kiss down his neck. You feel his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, a silent encouragement for you to kiss the skin there harder.

You suck on the skin that covers the hard spot harshly, your teeth sliding against it as you purposely try to leave a bruise on his skin.

“Jesus Christ, babe.” Eddie groans, his hands make their way to your bare thighs, pushing up underneath your skirt. Feeling satisfied with yourself you let go of his skin, kissing the area where his skin is now bright red.

He chuckles as he looks back down at you again, “Did you just mark me?” He asks, voice laced with that teasing tone again.

You nod your head, biting your lip before you smile widely, “Mine.” You whisper.

“Yours.” He confirms, his voice a soft whisper.

“Show me, Eddie.” You nearly whimper, “Please.”

Eddie couldn’t fathom how perfect you are. He never saw himself ending up with someone so sweet, so beautiful, he was never that lucky.

Yet here you were, sitting beneath him looking up at him with those eyes that made him melt, giving into you with the slightest gaze into them.

“Here you go with those manners again.” He says, “Always a good girl, huh?”

You moan again, it’s whiny and loud this time. You’re growing impatient and just want his hands on you.

As always, he knows.

Eddie hooks his hands under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the small table. He pushes your skirt up to your waist, letting the material scrunch up there before pulling your panties down with two fingers.

“These are pretty.” He hums, “Might have to hold onto them for a while.” He looks at the pink cotton before subtly sliding them into the pocket of his jeans, causing you to giggle and let out a soft ‘mhm’.

Your eyes widen as you watch Eddie slowly bend down until he’s kneeling in front of you. You tilt your head down further, watching him closely.

You had never seen him this eager, kneeling in front of you, his eyes focused on your cunt like it was the most interesting thing he had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

He opens your thighs further, planting kisses on the doughy skin. His fingers dig into your flesh deeply, squeezing it as his lips get closer and closer to where you want him.

Eddie coos as he pulls your pussy apart, seeing your slick glisten near your entrance. He licks his lips before looking back up at you with gentle eyes, a silent way of making sure this was still okay with you. You don’t say anything, opting to place your hand over his hand, the one that holds your leg open.

He places a chaste kiss on your clit, letting you feel his warmth against you. You push into him when you feel his tongue dragging from your entrance back up to where he left that first kiss. Eddie can’t help but moan against you, the taste of your sweet nectar never failing to drive him to the edge, making him need more.

He repeats his motion a few times, spreading your slick and his spit all over your throbbing cunt. His licks come to a stop as he turns his focus to the sensitive skin of your clit. He sucks it softly, in the way he knows you love. Repeated little motions, his tongue gently pushing into your wet skin.

Your hand finds his hair, pushing your fingers through the tied back mane to pull his head closer to you. Your hips begin pushing into his face involuntarily, chasing after more pleasure, not that it can get much better than this.

“Eds..” Your breathy whimpers are music to his ears, causing him to hum around your sensitive bud. The vibrations only adding to your pleasure. He laps his skilled tongue through your folds again, going back and forth between motions.

Eddie is good at making you cum like this. Maybe it was all the practice you’ve let him have, his only incentive was being able to hear you like this. Letting out breathless moans, whimpering uncontrollably as his name leaves your mouth like a prayer. He loved the feeling of you cumming on his tongue, trusting him enough to witness this intimate act up close.

Your tiny hole is clenching around nothing, Eddie can feel your body twitching into him and his only focus is on keeping his rhythm. You're holding his head in place now, your hips found a steady pace to push into him long ago. You feel the buildup coming to a near end, your eyes screwing shut as you chase it.

Your core is burning hot, feeling like it’s on fire but nearly about to explode. Your moans are consistent now, a repeated whimper leaving your lips.

“Shit, Eddie.” You’re nearly breathless, fingers gripping the table for dear life. “R-right there.”

Eddie squeezes your thigh, a silent sign of encouragement, one that your boyfriend knows you need in order to obtain the reward you so badly deserve. Especially after the day you had.

Your head grows foggy as your orgasm blooms, exploding in the depths of your stomach and taking over the rest of your body. Your body shakes with pleasure, one final scream of pleasure leaving your chest as your grip on Eddie’s head loosens completely.

He helps you ride the wave, his actions coming to a stop slowly. He moves to kiss your thighs again, soft kisses being peppered along as he mutters soft praises. You tap his hand a few times, a plea for him to come up to you, and so he does.

His thick palms still rubbing your legs soothingly as he stands, smiling at the sight of the lazy smile on your face.

“Look so pretty right now, sweetheart.” He smiles, bringing his head down, he kisses you, his lips taste of you now, another mark you’ve left on him momentarily.

You pull away from him, pushing on his chest as you wrap your legs around his middle. Your arms do the same, wrapping around his neck as you whisper. “Can you sit on the couch? Please, Eds.”

Eddie doesn’t waste a second, lifting you up and taking a few steps to the couch. He slowly sits down while still holding you, not wanting to hurt you by accident.

“Can we take this off?” He asks, fingers already holding the hem of your shirt. You nod eagerly, putting your arms up to help him.

He throws your shirt somewhere, hands moving to rub across your tummy and up your waist. The coolness of his rings gives you goosebumps, the sensation was nice but unexpected.

“Yours.” You say, biting your lip as you watch him remove his own shirt. Eddie’s pale skin is littered with small splotches of black ink, the sight of them never failing to make your lips fall apart is delight. Your fingers come up to trace the one near his shoulder, delicate fingers running over it.

Eddie’s hands go back to your waist, massaging your hips as he lets you admire him. “Was thinkin’ of getting a few more soon.” He mutters, not missing how your eyes look up at him, eyebrows raised with what he makes out to be excitement.

“Don’t tell me anymore.” You smile, running your fingers along the bats that fly upon his skin. “I want it to be a surprise.”

He pulls you into him further, a smile tugging at his pink lips. “Okay, babe.” His hands pressed into the small of your back, “But you can’t be mad if you hate them. They might be a little-”

You cut him off by grabbing his face, an attempt to bring his rambling to an end. You loved hearing him get excited, listening to Eddie talk was one of your favourite things but right now it wasn’t what you needed.

You needed him inside you, needed to feel him stretching you out as you sank further and further on him.

“Eddie.” You say sweetly, “I wanna ride you.” You confess, face heating at the sound of your words rolling off your tongue. “Is that okay?”

The noise that leaves him is a borderline growl, his hands coming to rest on top of yours on his face. “I’m yours, remember?” His eyes are dark again, studying you. “Take what you want from me, baby.”

You playfully push his chest, prompting him to lay back on the couch and so he does. He puts an arm up on the back of the couch, watching you as you begin to unbuckle the metal belt clip that adorns his hips.

Finally getting the buckle unclipped you unbutton his jeans. Eddie lifts his hips, his hands coming back down to help you pull the rough fabric down just enough for you to get his cock out. You take the time to take your bra off, letting it fall to the ground under you.

You can see his cock pressed against his boxers, the sight of the outline of his hard shaft making you whimper with excitement. Pulling his boxers down you take his cock into your hand, there's a few drops of precum oozing from his red tip. You rub your thumb over it, spreading the milky liquid all over.

Stroking his cock you kneel further into the couch, hovering over him. Eddie brings his hand to your hips, helping you remain steady. You press his cock into your entrance, taking in a shaky breath as you slowly sink down onto it.

Your gummy walls accommodate his size, stretching around his girth with a dull ache. Your mouth hangs open, the burning sensation dissipating more and more as you slide down further.

Small whimpers leave your mouth as you sink down on him, they are whiny but soft. Eddie hisses as you slide down further, his head thrown back more than before as he feels your tight walls wrap around him snuggly.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He groans once you’re fully seated on him, your palms pressing on his bare chest.

Eddie loves this more than he thought he would. You’re just about as close as you can be, your two bodies connecting so deeply it fogs his vision.

You take a moment, staring into his chocolate eyes as you let the burning fade away completely. Eddie doesn’t rush you, he never rushes you. Giving you all the time you need to get used to his size. He’s in no hurry anyway, he’d stay like this forever it it meant getting to be inside you.

He rubs your hips soothingly, small whispers of praise pouring out of him. “There you go, baby. So beautiful with my cock in you.”

You whine in agreement, your hips beginning to move against his. You only grind at first, enjoying the way Eddie’s length sits inside you. His neatly trimmed curls brush against your clit teasingly, making you push against them harder.

Your slick has spread all around your thighs, the sticky feeling becoming apparent as you lean into Eddie. Your pussy slides up his length slowly before you push back down on it again. It takes you a moment to find a good pace, but once you do you stick with it, steadily bouncing on him.

“Good girl, that’s it.” He moans as he hears the wet sounds of your pussy sliding up and down on him.

Eddie’s eyes are trained on where your bodies connect, focusing on the sight of his cock disappearing into your warm walls. He loved watching your pretty cunt open up for him, your lips wrapping around him with ease, like he was made to be inside you.

“You’re so deep.” You moan, your hands moving up to grip his shoulders. There are tears brimming your eyes, you're not in pain rather overloaded with pleasure.

“I know, baby. You’re taking me so so well. ” He coos gently, his nails raking down your back.

Eddie discovered long ago you like when he scratches you like this, his nails digging into your skin showing you how good you feel around him.

You forgot why you were jealous in the first place.

With his cock filling you to the brim, his hands all over your body. The only noises in the room were moans and whines of pleasure followed by the dirty sounding squelches of your pussy.

There was no need to be jealous when you got to have him like this, all to yourself.

Eddie slides down the couch slightly, pulling you closer to him as he decides to take control. Your breasts press to his bare chest, your skin moulding together as Eddie begins slamming his hips up into you. The sounds of skin slapping together fills the room, a sinful mewl pours from deep within you as you push your head into his neck.

“You’re all mine too, sweetheart. Don’t you forget that.” He groans into your ear, his knuckles have gone white as he grips your ass firmly.

You’re both turning into sloppy messes, sweat dripping down your bodies as he continues to plough into you with all that he can. This is what you both wanted. It’s what you both needed. To show one another you belong to them, through and through.

No one else could ever fill the spot in Eddie’s heart that you had created. Eddie needed you constantly, he craved you every second of every day and he hoped that this would make that clear to you. You were all he ever wanted, and all he would ever need.

Your second orgasm begins forming out of nowhere, it creeps up on you through all the intense pleasure you were feeling. Your nerves were on fire, body growing weak as all your energy was being put into pushing your hips into him. You were growing hazy, a brain fog taking over as Eddie filled your every sense.

“Eddie, I love you.” You whimper, lifting your head to hold his face again.

There’s a nearly fucked out grin on your face. A vulnerable state taking you over as you pour your heart out to the handsome man below you.

Your heart flutters as he reaches one hand up for a moment, rubbing your cheek with a few soft strokes.

“I love you too, baby.” He smiles, a groan leaving him as he feels your walls clench around him.

He moves that same hand down to rub slow circles on your bundle of nerves, helping you reach that high he so desperately wants you too. You’re both chasing the same thing, no one has to say it aloud for you to both know it. You both want to cum together, want to be vulnerable together because as Eddie once said, ‘It doesn’t get much better than that.’

The dull ache in your tummy becomes unbearable, your nails scratch down his chest as a pathetic moan exits you.

“I know, Sweetheart. I know.” He comforts you, letting you feel the sensitive drag of his cock inside you a few more times.

Your brush some hairs that escaped the bun from his sticky face, feeling the twitch of his cock slightly as his thrusts grow sloppy. He’s close, you know from the strangled groans he’s letting out that he needs to cum.

“Show me that you’re mine.” You whine, “Wanna cum with you, need you to fill me up, Eddie.” Your voice breaks at the end of your plea, Eddie grips onto you as tight as he can.

“Gonna give it to you, all of it, baby.” Eddie groans. “Have your tight cunt so full of me.”

There’s only a few more thrusts before you feel the coil in your stomach snapping. White hot pleasure pulses through you, your body falling on his weakly as your tight muscles clench around him completely.

Eddie gives you one final hard thrust before he’s gone rigid, coming undone underneath you. He paints your walls with his seed, your cunt draining everything he had left in him.

Repeated noises leave him as he pulls you close to him, whiny moans, repeated whispers of your name as his chest heaves up and down.

You remain like that for a moment, until the world slows down again and you both catch your breath.

Eddie rubs your back soothingly, whispering sweet nothings to you as you rest on him. Your thighs ache and you don’t think you’re gonna be able to stand, feeling small vibrations in your legs.

You groan softly as you sit up, looking down at Eddie. You’re about to attempt and get up but he grabs you.

“Let me help, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” He mutters, aiding you as you wince, pulling his cock out of you. He sighs as you do, his cock twitching at the movement from being so sensitive.

He places you beside him, pulling your legs over his bare lap. He traces his fingers along your calves, rubbing your skin over and over.

You watch him intently, taking in these few moments of peace. Nothing else matters right now, it’s just you and him soaking up eachothers company.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, tilting his head to look at you. You nod weakly, letting out a quiet giggle.

“Your hair looks good like that.” You whisper, admiring him once more. “Makes you look really pretty.”

There's a soft pink creeping up on his cheeks as he reaches to feel the bun on his head. “It’s comfortable, hairs not in my face so much.”

“You’ll have to let me do it for you more often.” You say, resting your head on the rough material of the seat. Eddie laughs, slapping your thigh playfully.

“Only you, I know.” He whispers, pulling you closer before kissing your lips a few times.

“Hey.” You pout, “Remember how you got jealous when you saw Steve cleaning my hand when I cut it?”

Eddie makes a puzzled face, bringing his head back.

“Me? Jealous of Harrington?” He scoffs dramatically, “That sounds unlikely.”

You roll your eyes and tug on his arm, “If I remember correctly you took off all the bandages when we got home and put new ones on yourself.”

He shakes his head, “You got it all wrong, babe.” He defends, “I had to kiss your cut better, otherwise it wouldn’t have healed properly.” He brings the spot with the small scar to his mouth, kissing it again.

“Had nothing to do with Harrington.”

You shake your head and laugh loudly, making him grin widely. You were content like this, happy even. You knew Eddie was only yours to love.

You were comfortable in your relationship with Eddie. He loved you and all your flaws, no matter what they might be. People questioned you both on your relationship. Wasn't Eddie a freak? Didn't you have a bit much meat on your bones for a skinny guy like him? Why were you even together? You loved Eddie, Eddie loved you and that was that. 

You accompanied him often to Hellfire, even when you didn't participate. You didn't always stay for the entire thing, having a life of your own to live. But you did often help Eddie set up and make the room dark to set the mood. 

Which was what you were currently doing. You strained as you pushed the curtains against the windows and taped them down to let the least amount of light possible pass through. 

Eddie sat down after he finished placing the last figurines, admiring his work. He clapped and rubbed his hands together. "You're the best, babe. Everything's ready, right on time. The boys should be coming any minute." He smacked his lap a couple times to signal for you to take a seat. 

You draped your legs over his sideways and sat with him for a moment taking in the insane campaign laid out in front of you. "You've outdone yourself with this one, Eds." 

"I know, isn't it amazing? I can't wait to see their reactions." Eddie's eyes lit up with a childlike glimmer. You heard the excited chatter of the rest of Hellfire come down the hallway. You were about to get up, but Eddie held you down by the waist. "You're staying for the introduction, right?" 

Eddie had worked so hard on this campaign for weeks. He at least wanted you to see a bit of it in action. You'd helped him work out the details, after all. 

"Of course, I'm staying. Wouldn't miss it for the world" you pushed your forehead against his and quickly pecked him on his nose. You made yourself comfortable on his lap, waiting for the boys to fill the seats around the table. 

They fawned over Eddie's new figurines, excited hollers erupting through the room over the new campaign. Dustin noticed you and waved. "You're staying?" He asked with a grin. "Yeah, not the entire evening, though. Have some things I need to do before next week." 

You heard a laughing scoff coming from Mike. "I mean, not like Eddie's legs would survive if you did stay." You knew by Mike's tone it was meant as a joke, but you could feel your heart sink to your stomach. You tried to laugh it off, but the tears had already reached your cheeks. 

"You're fucking pathetic, Wheeler. You're out." Eddie spat. His grip on your waist tightened as you tried to get up. "Stop, Eddie. I'll just go." 

"No, you're staying. Wheeler's leaving. Aren't you, Michael? Why're you still standing there? I'm pretty sure I just told you you were out." At first, some of the boys laughed, but Eddie was dead serious. 

"You're kidding, right? It was just a joke." Mike looked at Eddie with a perplexed expression. Dustin gave a disapproving glare. "I think he's being serious, Mike." 

"You too? What'd I do? It was just a fucking joke, jeez." Mike raised his hands in surrender like he was being attacked. 

"What'd you do? What'd you do? You see this?" Eddie pointed at your face. "Tears. Thanks to your stupid 'joke', Wheeler. I understand you're an insecure little piss boy, but keep your ridiculous jokes to yourself next time, or there won't fucking be a next time. Understood?" 

Mike gaped at his club leader. 

"Did I make myself fucking clear, Mike?" 

"Y-yes. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Mike sputtered as he took a seat. 

"No, you don't apologise to me. And sit over there. I don't want to fucking see your face right now." Eddie waved to the seat furthest away from the head of the table. 

Mike turned to your tear-stained face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." It didn't sound the most genuine, you knew he was just scared of Eddie's wrath. 

"It's okay." You muttered and turned to look at Eddie, who was obviously still fuming. "It's not fucking okay, Wheeler. If I ever hear you making comments like that again, about anyone, you're dead." 

Mike nodded and adorned the seat far, far away from your boyfriend. 

"Calm down, baby. I'm okay." You whispered as you stroked the hair at the back of his neck. He put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you down into a quick kiss. "You're gorgeous, you know that, right?" He pleaded. "Yeah, Eds. I know. I love you." You smiled. "I love you too, babe. So much." How did you deserve someone like him? Willing to threaten his friends over a stupid joke that just made you a little insecure? 

“I’m tired of being a wallflower,” you once told Eddie while high in his trailer. You stared at the stain on his ceiling with your ankles draped over his thighs. You were an observer. You only speak when spoken to or defending someone else. You let people assume whatever they wanted about you. But you could’ve been more. Class president, chief yearbook editor, Prom Queen. You were an honor roll student and people knew who you were. And you had a pretty rad group of friends and freshmen who called you their big sister. You might not be well known, but you were well-loved. 

“You’re not a wallflower, sweetheart.” Eddie drew soft swirls on your ankle. No physical contact from Eddie went without butterflies in your tummy. Even after four years of cuddling together, four years of hugs, and the occasional kiss on the cheek, butterflies fluttered every time. “You’re more like… like a wildflower. Yeah. A wildflower.” 

You giggled when he reached a ticklish spot on your foot. “How so?” 

“You know,” Eddie shrugged. 

“No, I don’t know.” 

“Wildflowers can grow anywhere, right? Like they just pop up out of the ground and you’re like ‘what the fuck?’” 

You frowned. “Are you calling me a weed?” 

“Shut up.” Eddie pinched your foot. “I mean they’re… what’s the word—” Eddie snapped his ring-clad fingers, as if doing so would find him the word he was searching for. “Ah! Resilient. They don’t need water or good soil to grow, they just find a way. And I think you’re a lot like that. You’re strong and no matter what you’re going through, you look at the silver lining of everything. You could go anywhere or do anything and be amazing at it. Because you’re amazing.” 

You blinked at Eddie. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” 

“I’m a wise old prophet when I’m high.” 

“You’re a dork, is what you are. And I love-” you paused. “...How you can make me feel better.” 

Eddie tickled the bottom of your foot again. “Always, wildflower.” 

Seven Months Later 

You’re laying in the same position as you where when you almost told Eddie you loved him. More than friendship love. You were in love with him and you fell in love with him more every single day, and now, you’re a month from graduating high school. Eddie was on the precipice of potentially never repeating his senior year again. You were going to make sure of it. 

Eddie let you put on Pete’s Dragon, but neither of you were paying attention. He ran his hands over your ankles while you both stared at the ceiling. His skin on yours still made your skin tingle and your tummy fill with butterflies, but the weed in your system kept your heart from beating erratically as it did when you were sober. 

You snickered aloud, thinking of how this innocent touch from your best friend did more for you than your last fuck’s fingers when he attempted to rub your clit. (He was nowhere near your clit). 

“What’s so funny?” Eddie rolled his head against the couch cushion in your direction. His cheek smushed against his shoulder in the most adorable way. 

You laughed again, thinking about how you just laid there while he thrust into you, only concerned with getting himself off. It was miserable. Once he came and asked you if you came too, you patted his shoulder and said yes. You quickly made it out of his place with an excuse that you needed to feed your (nonexistent) dog. You were now hysterical. Your knees came up to your chest as you wrapped your arms around your stomach. 

Eddie adjusted himself on the couch to face you, crisscrossing his legs like he was in kindergarten. “You’re starting to freak me out, sweetheart.” 

You sat up, mirroring his position. You took a couple of deep breaths to regain your composure. Eddie looked genuinely concerned. You loved how much he worried about you. You loved how he’d pack you extra pretzels because you always stole his at lunch. You loved him so much, that you weren’t sure if you wanted to tell him what you were thinking about. 

But you did. You reached over to grab his hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m okay, Eds. Really. I was just… for some reason thinking about how I’ll probably never find a man who’ll know how to make me orgasm.” 

Eddie choked on his spit. Or was it his tongue? Or the air. Or, all of the above because that was nowhere near what he’d thought you’d say. You two never talked about your sex lives with each other. Ever. It was an unspoken agreement since the beginning of your friendship. 

Eddie, especially, didn’t want to know about your sex life because what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. He pretended that your sex life was nonexistent, much like his own, because picturing you with some sleaze-ball from high school made his insides twist. 

Holding your hand wasn’t enough. He wanted possession of your entire body. 

“W-what?” 

You sighed, removing your hand from his and placing it in your lap. You just took away the one thing Eddie had. “It’s just that… the last guy I was with thought he could make me come after zero foreplay and thrusting into me like 5 times. He goes to Christian Academy. We went out twice but I will definitely not be seeing him again.” 

Stop talking. If you were sober, you’d never tell Eddie any of this. The two of you weren’t dating and yet, it felt like a betrayal. It felt like cheating on him. Because the emotional relationship and friendship you had with Eddie was irreplaceable. Unachievable with any other guy you’d gone out with. You had an Eddie-sized void inside of you and he had no idea because it wasn’t even his fault. You didn’t have the courage to tell him how you really felt, so it was really your fault. 

Eddie, usually so quick with comebacks or at least something amusing to say, had no idea what to say to your admission. How was he supposed to form words in his mouth when all he wanted to do was puke? 

“I mean, is it really that difficult to ask a girl what she wants? What feels good? To put her needs before your own? Eddie Munson, I sure hope you take care of your girl before yourself at least 80% of the time.” Stop talking!!!! 

“Uh…” 

“When was the last time you had a good hookup? Lay it on me. Let’s see if you’d reach at least a third of my standards.” You internally grimaced. As soon as you finished your sentence you immediately wanted to rewind 6 seconds and not say those words at all. You didn’t want to know about the girls he’d been with or how good he’s made them feel. Just the thought of Eddie with anybody but you made your skin crawl. 

Hypocrite.

Eddie’s heart was pounding, his skin was burning. He trusted you. He should be able to tell you that he was a virgin and have no shame about it. It wasn’t a bad thing by any means, but he thought it made him lame. You wouldn’t think that, would you? Of course not. Yet, there was still fear in what you might think. Should he tell you and risk humiliation? Or should he lie and hope for the best? 

You looked up at Eddie’s face with a soft smile on your lips, unaware of his inner dilemma. 

“Uh… never…?” he finally said, more of a question than an answer. 

You didn’t react immediately, you were too distracted by how pretty he looked with the flickering light of the television against his pale face. He licked his bottom lip absentmindedly. He was so beautiful. Fuck. He was distracting you. Was it on purpose? Wait, what did he even say? 

“What?” 

Eddie sighed. “No one wants to have sex with the freak of Hawkins, wildflower.” 

You winced at that name. Not the sweet one he called you, but the one he called himself. What 99% of Hawkins called him. You hated it. Nobody, but a select few, knew him for who he really was. 

He was playful. A true Thespian if you’d ever seen one. A jokester. He could always make you laugh when you were having a bad day and he made the good days even better. He was kind and thoughtful, buying cassette tapes of artists he would never listen to on his own, but so you could listen to them when you were at his place. 

There was nothing you wouldn’t do for Edward Munson. 

“I wouldn’t say no one,” you said gently. 

A scoff left Eddie’s mouth and he rolled his eyes. “Trust me, sweetheart. No girl in Hawkins wants to deal with all this.” 

He gestured down his body, making you glance down at the chain resting against his thigh. The exposed skin that peeked out of the holes of his black jeans. You swallowed hard as you thought about what you wanted to say next. Make him feel better or admit something you’d never admit sober? 

“I would,” you blurted out. Okay, apparently you were going with the latter. 

Eddie’s mouth fell open dramatically. “P-pardon?” 

You cleared your throat of the lump that was forming. You could backpedal, or you could clarify. He obviously heard you, given by how flustered he looked. Was this your opportunity to admit your feelings? Now or never, right? “I would have sex with you.” 

“No, you wouldn’t.” If you were fucking with him right now, you were much crueler than he thought you were. 

“Yes, I would, Eddie,” your voice was stern. You might have been inebriated, but you knew exactly what you were saying. And you couldn’t quite believe it, because sober you would never have had the guts. “Would you want to have sex with me?” 

Eddie opened his mouth but you quickly put your finger over his lips. “Actually, don’t answer that. Ummm… okay, here’s what we’ll do. If we remember this conversation when we’re sober, then we can talk about this. That is if you’re not totally repulsed with the idea of having sex with me.” 

“I-” 

“Ah, ah. Don’t answer that. We’ll talk tomorrow, I’m sleepy.” You yawned, resting your head against Eddie’s shoulder. You nestled into him comfortably, taking up your usual position. Except this time, Eddie kissed the top of your head and mumbled something you couldn’t understand.

That was new. 

Despite getting approximately 0.3 hours of sleep last night, Eddie got to school before you. He refused to fall asleep because he was worried he’d forget about your conversation when he woke up. 

He did not forget. 

You knew Eddie got to school before you because when you opened your locker before first period, a folded piece of paper fell to the ground. It was a note from him, scrawled in black sharpie, as it always was. 

(I remember our conversation. Please tell me you do, too. -E) 

You pressed the paper to your chest as your eyes drew to a close. You’d thought about your conversation with Eddie precisely 8 times since you woke up. Your drive home from his place in the middle of the night consisted of you deciding whether or not you’d dreamt the whole conversation. This note from Eddie was pretty solid proof that it was not a dream. 

Please tell me you do, too. 

Did that mean he wanted to… have sex with you? Or did it mean he wanted to talk about your offer some more? Or did he want to shut you down completely? 

You ripped a piece of paper from your notebook and scribbled down a reply. Your hand was shaking, making your cursive slightly messier than normal. 

(I remember, Eds. My place after Hellfire? Parents are out of town. Empty house. But we can just talk. ♡ Wildflower) 

You folded Eddie’s note in thirds and stuffed it in your back pocket. You gathered your books for first and second period and headed towards Eddie’s locker. You hoped to deliver the note before the first period bell, but it was proving much more difficult than you would’ve liked.

You ran into Mike and Dustin, who were both apparently pissed that Lucas needed them to ask Eddie to cancel Hellfire. Because of the Championship basketball game, of all reasons. 

“Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.” You rolled your eyes. You pressed on towards the direction of Eddie’s locker, but Dustin jumped in front of you. “Jesus Christ, Dustin.” 

“That’s why we need you.” 

“Why?” 

“Eddie can’t say no to you,” Mike explained. 

You were confused. What was it they wanted you to do? Who said he can’t say no to you? “He says no to me all the time. Like when I want to watch The Love Bug or listen to Joni Mitchell.” 

Dustin gave you a quizzical look. “The Love-” 

“Look, all we need you to do is ask Eddie to postpone tonight’s game. That’s it,” Mike pleaded. 

You sighed. You’d love to help them, you really would. But Eddie didn’t postpone or cancel Hellfire for anything. “Sorry, boys. But even I can’t make Eddie give up Hellfire. Not even for the premiere of Return of the Jedi. So if you want him to postpone D&D for a basketball game, you’re out of your mind. Isn’t it the end of his campaign, anyway?” 

“That’s why we need him to postpone. Lucas doesn’t want to miss it, but he has the all-important commitment as a benchwarmer. Soooo…. What do you say?” Dustin moved his eyebrows up and down suggestively. You were about to shut him down again, but the bell rang. 

“I say, ‘saved by the bell’. I’m sorry, Dusty, but you know he’s gonna say no.” You run off to first period in the direction from which you came, realizing that you never got the note to Eddie’s locker. You could slip it in on your way to second period. 

In the meantime, a bubble of joy formed in your stomach when you thought about how Dustin and Mike thought you were the one person Eddie couldn’t say no to. 

You shuffled your books in your arms as soon as the dismissal bell rang. You retained just about nothing from class. Instead of notes on what to study for the final, you wrote down questions to ask Eddie. 

What’s the furthest you’ve gone? 

Have you watched porn? 

Do you have any idea of what you like? What turns you on?

But then you felt like you were getting ahead of yourself. There was a chance he didn’t want to accept your offer at all. And that made you violently rip out the piece of paper, crumple it, and stuff it in your bag. 

You quickly made your way over to Eddie’s locker as you only had 4 minutes and counting to deliver the note and get to class. But he was there getting books out. 

“I’m really going to apply myself this year. I can’t let you escape Hawkins without me,” he told you on his third first day of senior year.

Your feet were glued to the floor as you stared at Eddie’s backside. You took deep breaths, debating whether or not to still give him the note or brave speaking to him face-to-face.

He slammed his locker shut and turned in your direction. His loose waves fell over his shoulders and he was wearing his typical outfit for a Friday, accessorized with the bandana you gifted him on his birthday last year. Although you’d seen him in the outfit too many times to get worked up over, you were done for. 

You were standing a row of lockers away from Eddie, with your books pressed against your chest and a lost puppy look on your face. He smiled brightly when he saw you. 

“Morning, wildflower.” Eddie sauntered over, swinging his black lunchbox back and forth. Only Eddie would be brave (or stupid) enough to wave around his lunchbox full of weed in the school hallway. 

“H-hi, Eds.” Your voice came out a squeak. 

Eddie tilted his head with his brows knit together. “Everything… okay?” 

No, I have raging anxiety because I got your note and I don’t know if it means you want to have sex with me and if you do, I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse. 

“Sweetheart?” 

You blinked twice. “Uh, yes. Yes, everything is great. I- I got your note.” “Oh.” 

You couldn’t read Eddie’s tone. “Was that a good ‘oh’ or a bad ‘oh’?” 

“Oh… uh… good?” 

Why was this so awkward??? 

Janine Newell only added to the awkwardness when she politely pushed herself between you and Eddie to get to her locker. He pulled you towards his locker, heavy metal and rock band stickers designating which one was his for the past 6 years. (Freshman, sophomore, junior, and three of senior years). 

You glanced at the clock on the wall— 2 minutes until passing period was over. You dug your note out of your pocket. “I wrote down my reply and I was going to slip it in your locker before first period but Dustin and Mike needed to talk to me. Oh, by the way, they want you to cancel Hellfire tonight and I said “in your dreams” because you wouldn’t even cancel Hellfire for me, your best friend. So, yeah I told them it was a lost cause but for whatever reason, they think you can’t say no to me which is why they wanted me to ask—” 

“Sweetheart,” Eddie put his hands on your shoulders and you looked down at the white shoes you and Eddie wore. His were much dirtier than yours. He lifted your chin with his finger, giving you no option but to look him in the eyes. Shock waves were sent down your spine and you tried not to shiver beneath his touch. “What did you write in the note?” 

“That- that I remember our conversation, too. And my parents are out of town so the house is empty. You can come over after Hellfire to talk or to…” you paused. 

Eddie bit his bottom lip and holy hell, something inside of you ignited. There was something about his hand firmly on your shoulder, his slightly stooped posture so he was eye level with you. The close proximity of your faces. 

The bell for second period rang. And that’s when you realized everyone had gone to class and you and Eddie were alone in the hall. “I’ll be there, wildflower. I’ll call when I’m on my way, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“Now get along before Mr. Wallis marks you down as late and you ruin your perfect attendance.” Eddie slapped your backside playfully and that fire inside of you grew stronger. 

Eddie was leaning against your ‘64 green Mustang after school. His legs were crossed at his ankles and his arms were folded across his chest. “Hi,” he greeted you cheerily. 

“Hi,” you said back. The awkward feeling you felt that morning had dissolved and you were thankful for that. It was back to being you and Eddie. Eddie and you. “Shouldn’t you be preparing for tonight’s meeting? End of the campaign and all that?” 

“I canceled,” Eddie replied like it was as simple as cutting Ms. Trueblood’s English class. 

You were shocked, to say the least. And a bit peeved that he’d postpone Hellfire for Lucas and not for you. “Oh. That was nice of you. I’m sure the freshies were pleased with that. How did Garrett and Jeff take it?” 

“I didn’t postpone for Lucas. I postponed for you. For us.” 

Oh. You were no longer peeved. You were… pleased. You couldn’t stop the corner of your lips from tugging upwards. “Did you, now?” 

“Does your offer still stand?” he raised his brows. 

“Follow me home and you’ll find out.” You unlocked your car and slid in, turning on the ignition immediately. 

“I’ll try not to run any stop signs.” Eddie patted the hood of your car and ran to his van. 

Eddie ran 5 stop signs. He only came to rolling stops because you stopped at the signs. He pulled his van up next to your car in the driveway and he couldn’t help but chuff at how domestic it felt. 

“You’re a brat, you know that?” 

“What, because I obey the law and drive safely?” You stuck your house key in the lock and pushed open your front door. 

“Because you delayed us getting here by at least 30 seconds.” Eddie followed you through the door and into the kitchen to find himself an after-school snack. He rummaged through the fridge and pulled out a Granny Smith apple. He hopped onto the counter and crunched down on the fruit. 

You jumped onto the countertop opposite Eddie. Your heels knocked against the cabinet doors. “And what’s put you in such a rush to eat my apples, hm?” 

Eddie took a dramatic bite before sliding off the counter, leaving the Granny Smith behind. He took two steps towards you, nudging himself between your legs. His arms were propped on either side of your hips, caging you in. “You have the best apples.” 

“Do I?” You entertained. You tried keeping a cool and calm exterior despite the fire in your stomach spreading throughout your entire nervous system. 

“Mhm.” Eddie leaned in closer to you. “Would you like to taste?” 

A breathy “yes,” left your lips before you planted yours onto Eddie’s. He tasted tart, the flavor of the green apple tingling your lips. Once you got past that, it was all Eddie. Unfamiliar yet safe. Unpracticed and clumsy, yet perfect in every way. You inhaled, breathing in his signature scent of Old Spice and weed. His hands cupped your cheeks, pushing you closer to him. He messily poked out his tongue, a little too wet and a little too eager. It made you giggle as you realized this might very well be his first kiss, too. Still, the butterflies inside of you were having a field day. 

You parted your lips to grant Eddie’s tongue access, although he didn’t know what to do once he stuck it in your mouth. You closed your lips around it and pulled away from him slowly. 

“Eddie,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his. You wanted him to be in control, to dictate what he wanted or didn’t want. You wanted to let him practice kissing you because it was endearing and you would rather teach Eddie how to kiss than to kiss anybody else ever again.  

“I’m sorry,” Eddie retreated. His hands fell from your face and you instantly missed their presence. 

“What? Why are you sorry?” Your heart was thunking against your chest. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing here. You probably just had the worst kiss of your life and you offered to have sex with me. If that was any indication of what to expect, then you’re allowed to rescind your offer and I’ll walk out of here, call up the guys, and host Hellfire.” 

You could tell Eddie was embarrassed because he never looked at you while he spoke. He’d been your best friend since you were a freshman and he was a junior. Lost sheep and all that. But even when admitting his biggest fears and deepest secrets, he always looked you in the eyes. Not this time. 

“You’ve been paying attention in English.” 

“What?” 

“You just used ‘rescind’ in a sentence. Properly, too.”

“I’m being serious,” Eddie’s voice was clipped. He stepped away from you, clearly hurt that you weren’t acknowledging “the worst kiss of your life”.  

“So am I.” You hooked your fingers through the belt loops of Eddie’s jeans and pulled him back towards you. “Eddie, you have no reason to be sorry. Everyone needs practice. And I’m happy to let you practice on me. And I don’t want to rescind my offer. I want you to feel safe and comfortable with whoever you have sex with for the first time and I thought you’d feel that way with me.” 

“I do, wildflower. I do. I just don’t want to fuck this up.” Eddie gestured between the two of you. 

You chuckled as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “I think we did that the moment we kissed.” 

“So, should we do it again?” 

“It’d be foolish not to.” You slung your arms around his neck as you leaned down, slanting your lips over his. 

This kiss was slower than the first— as if both of you knew it was the second of many and there was no need to rush through it. You followed Eddie’s lead, tilting your head opposite of his, noses brushing with each adjustment. He groaned into you and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, much more smoothly than when he did. His right hand threaded through your hair at the nape of your neck, and his left—heavy with rings—dug into your waist. You met his groan with a needy whine, your legs constricting around him tightly. 

You were like a new drug. Intoxicating and addicting. And Eddie was sure he’d never be able to get enough. He ran his hands down your back and across your front, fingers playing with the buttons of your shirt. “Can I… take… off…?” he mumbled against your lips. 

“Yes,” you replied, one hand traveling below his waist. You placed soft and delicate kisses down Eddie’s neck. When he reached the final button of your shirt, you cupped your hand over his cock. You squeezed it gently, testing the waters of his sensitivity. 

He clamped his eyes shut and sputtered. “F-f-fuck, sweetheart.” 

“That feel good, Eds?” You shrugged your shirt off your shoulders and discarded it on the counter. You continued to palm him through his jeans, the stiff appendage feeling large in your hand. Eddie dropped his head on your shoulder, hot shallow breaths tickling your skin. 

“F-feels really good. Woah-” Eddie opened his eyes to see the tops of your breasts directly on display for him. His cock pulsed beneath your touch. He lifted his head up and leaned back to take you all in— your tits pushed up by your bra, your soft tummy, the freckles and moles decorating your skin. “Wow.” 

Eddie hovered his hands over your chest, fingers timid and asking for permission. 

“Do you want me to take it off?” 

Eddie gulped and nodded shyly. You reached behind your back, unclasping your bra. The straps fell down your arms slowly until finally your breasts were fully exposed. The two of you were silent, only the hum of your refrigerator filling the space between you. He looked at you with those beautiful brown eyes, tender, and kind. His fingers hesitantly ghosted over the mounds of your breasts. You grabbed onto his wrists, bringing his large hands over you completely. He was gentle despite the clunky rings on his long and slender fingers. 

“This is okay?” 

“It’s more than okay, Eddie. You can do anything you want.” 

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Can I… can I use my mouth?” 

Your breath stopped halfway up your throat. You swallowed and answered him with a nod. You leaned back on the counter, arms behind you and chest proudly up in the air. Eddie found a surge of confidence and immediately attached his lips to your right nipple. His left hand kneaded your other breast, growing more and more comfortable with your body at his disposal. He swirled his tongue around your bud like he’d done it before and you tossed your head back. You carded your hand through his messy hair, tugging at the roots with the same intensity as his tongue and hands on your tits. 

“That’s good, Eds. That feels really good.” 

Eddie let out a desperate, hearty groan when he popped his lips from your tit. His eyes squeezed shut like he was in pain and he shifted awkwardly on his feet. He pulled at the fabric against his crotch. “It um… it hurts.” 

You bit your lip to hold in a laugh. How could he go from completely sexy to adorable in a matter of 2 seconds? “What would you like me to do, love? Want my hands? My mouth?” 

You could see the gears turning inside Eddie’s head. You didn’t know if his version of being a virgin meant some sexual experience, just no penetration, or absolutely nothing at all. If it was the latter, then it meant he’s never had someone else’s hands on his cock and he’s definitely never had a blowjob. “I don’t know what I want,” Eddie answered honestly. 

“That’s okay, Eddie. Do you wanna go upstairs and get more comfortable?” 

Eddie quirked a smile. “I’ll race you.” 

He took off for your bedroom faster than you could hop down from the counter. He was skipping 2 stairs at a time and practically lunged himself onto your bed when he beat you to your room. He leaned back on your pillows, hands resting under his head. The bulge in his tight skinny jeans was evident in this position and your knees just about gave out. “I won,” he said smugly. 

“You cheated.” You closed your door, despite no one else at home. You crawled onto your bed next to Eddie. 

He turned to you with a pout. “Does that disqualify me from having sex with you?” 

As you pretended to think hard about your answer, a very real concern made itself known. The line of friendship already blurred tremendously after you two kissed. The foreplay could be passed off as two friends messing around. You could probably shrug it off in a couple of weeks or so. But having sex with each other? Whether it was incredible or terrible or somewhere in between, it was going to be something that changed your friendship forever. 

“That depends, Mr. Munson. Do you solemnly swear to never replace me as your best friend when this is all said and done? That having sex with each other won’t make things awkward between us?” 

“I promise to never replace you as my best friend. I don’t know about that second part, wildflower. What if I last a minute and it’s even worse than what you had with… the other guy. Then I’d be the one you’d be complaining about to Nancy and Robin.” 

“Hey,” you said tenderly, running your hand up and down Eddie’s arm. “What I had with the other guy is nothing like what I have with you. I wanted to leave and be done with the whole thing. Because… because I just kept thinking about you. It’s always been you, Eddie. I want to be with you and I don’t care if you last 2 seconds. I don’t care if you don’t make me come at all. I want to do this because it’s you. I want to do this for you.” 

“You want to be with me? Like… right now in this moment or like… be seen in public with me and kiss and hold hands and do romantic shit?” 

You laughed and brought your lips to Eddie’s. “And hold hands and do romantic shit.” 

“Cool, cool, cool, cool. Because I love you. And I really need you to do something about my dick. Because it really hurts.” 

Because I love you. You’re pretty sure your heart just leapt out of your chest. He loved you. And he wanted you to do something about his hurting dick. You couldn’t have possibly loved him any more than at that moment. “I love you too, Eddie Munson. And just for that, I’m going to use my hands and my mouth. Okay?” 

You undid his belt and unclasped the button of his jeans. He looked down at you as you slid down the zipper. “Ooookay, sweetheart. But take it easy with me. I’m new at this.” Eddie lifted his hips from the bed so you could pull down his pants and boxers. His cock sprung free, slapping against the bottom hem of his baseball tee. 

“I know,” you licked your lips. Your cunt clenched, begging you for any kind of relief. Not yet, you told yourself. This was about Eddie. His swollen tip was glistening with precome and you grasped the bottom of his shaft, angling him towards your mouth. He inhaled sharply as you swirled your tongue over his spongey tip. You flicked his slit with the tip of your tongue and he looked down at you in awe. 

“W-woooow.” 

“Want more?”

“Yes,” he choked out. You lowered your mouth onto him, the flat of your tongue pressing to the underside of his cock. You pushed down as far as you could before gagging on him. You held yourself there for a moment, letting Eddie get used to the feeling of his cock inside someone’s mouth. Your mouth. You were warm and soft and delightful. It was indescribable. You twisted your fist around the bottom half of his shaft, bobbing your head up and down to the same rhythm. He was gripping your comforter, his knuckles turning a pale white. “S-sweetheart. Stop, please.” 

You released immediately, looking up at him worriedly. Your lips and chin were wet with his precome and your saliva. It looked fucking sinful. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I just- can I… can I taste you?” 

“You sure?” 

“I want you to feel good, too.” 

“I do feel good, Eddie. You don’t have to.” 

“I want to.” 

“Okay.” You sat back on your heels, undoing the button of your jeans. Eddie took off his shirt and tossed it to the floor while you shimmied out of your pants. You laid down with your head at the foot of your bed, knees bent and spread for Eddie. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs. The cool air against your hot cunt made your breath hitch. Eddie got down on his stomach and wrapped his arms around your thighs, your legs falling over his shoulders. He seemed to have a pretty good idea of what he was doing for his first time. 

“Fuck. You’re so hot. I can’t fucking believe you. I love you, wildflower. And I’m gonna suck at this, but I’m gonna damn well try to make you feel good.” He put his mouth over your pussy and began licking between your folds. The immediate contact was relieving, your heels digging into his shoulder blades. 

It was his effort that turned you on. He was making the effort to please you and that’s what mattered. He was messy and very unskilled, but it was still good. “I- I love you, too. I like saying that. And hearing it.” 

“I love you,” Eddie said again before prodding the tip of his tongue into your hole. He moaned into you, grinding his hips down on your bed. His fingertips pressed into the flesh of your thighs, marking their territory with half-moon indentations. Eddie lifted his head slightly. “How can you taste so good?” He took the flat of his tongue and licked you from the bottom up and then sucked down hard on you. “Where’s your— um, the special spot?” 

“My clit?” 

“Yeah, your clit.” 

You smiled widely at him. The fact that he was even asking about your clit made your heart and your cunt flutter. He was trying. And he wanted to learn. You grabbed his hand and placed two of his fingers over the swollen nub. “Feel that right there?” 

“I think so.” 

“That’s my clit. Arguably the number one pleasure center on the female body. Vaginal orgasms are possible, but clitoral orgasms are much more achievable.” 

“So how do I make you come?” 

You didn’t deserve Eddie Munson. You pressed your hand against his gently. “Well, you have to stimulate it. You can start with light pressure and slow circles.” 

The pads of his fingers were rough and calloused from years of guitar playing. Eddie continued to rub circles but started to speed up. “Yeah- yeah, that’s good, Eds. You can kinda… go back and forth— like not always going in circles. Like… try moving your fingers like you’re strumming your guitar.”

Now you were speaking his language. Your clit only became more sensitive and obviously swollen, making him aware of exactly where to pleasure you. It took him a couple of adjustments, but he found a rhythm that felt so good. “Can I use my mouth, too?” 

“Please,” you breathed. Eddie put his lips back on your cunt, the combined feeling of his warm mouth and rough fingers made you squirm. He was a quick fucking learner, that was for sure. He lapped your juices into his mouth, slurping obscenely, rubbing furiously. Your legs began to tremble and the tightness that built up in your core wanted to release. “Keeping doing that, Eds. Gonna come, you’re gonna make me come.” 

Eddie hummed against you in reply, a third feeling briefly joining the cacophony of pleasure. He kept his tempo perfectly and you were coming into his mouth in no time. Your legs squeezed around his neck, the rest of your body writhing against your bed as your orgasm coursed through you. Colorful and abstract shapes danced behind your eyelids and all air vacated your lungs. “Eddie! Fuck!” 

When Eddie sat up, you were nothing but a limp body on your mattress. As you began to catch your breath, Eddie looked at you concerned. “Are you… are you okay?” 

You laughed with the little amount of energy you had. “I’m more than okay. You just gave me an orgasm, Eddie. A fantastic fucking orgasm.” 

“Oh. That’s what that was? I thought you were possessed and your soul had left your body.” 

“It damn near felt like it.” 

“Let’s try to make it happen again.” Eddie positioned himself over you, propped up on two strong arms. His hair fell into your face, the ends tickling your cheeks. 

“Okay.” 

“Tell me what to do?” 

You pushed Eddie’s hair back over his shoulders so you could get a clear view of his face. He was shining with a thin layer of sweat, lips pink, plump, and perfectly kissable. You stretched up to press your lips to his, snagging his bottom lip between your teeth. You grabbed his cock and lined him up with your entrance. “Press your hips forward,” you whispered. Eddie moved slowly, breaching you with a sting. He went further, a deep sigh falling into your mouth when he bottomed out. The heavy weight of him inside of you felt monumental. Not just because he was large and he was stretching you wonderfully, but because of what this meant for the two of you. 

His first time. The “I love you’s” that were exchanged. Your relationship with Eddie would forever be changed by what transpired today. He was kissing you eagerly despite the stillness of his hips. He was awaiting your next instruction. “Now just…” you murmured against him. “Just do what feels right.” 

Eddie slowly began to—not thrust— but roll himself into you. He was fluid and precise, setting a pace that surprised you and made you crave more. This was about him. You’d (hopefully) have your chance to ask for it fast and rough. 

“You feel so good. Soft and warm. Better than I imagined.” Eddie praised you, even though you felt like you should be the one praising him. He dropped his weight down on you, wrapping his arms around your back to hold you close. Your nails raked along the expanse of his back, heels digging into the bottom of his spine with each outward thrust. 

Eddie kissed your collar, biting down on the spot where your clavicle meets your shoulder. You snuck your hand down between your bodies and rubbed your clit, far less gracefully than Eddie had. He reared his hips back slowly before sharply slamming into you. 

“Fuck, Eddie! Again!” you yelped, clawing red streaks onto his skin. Eddie did so, repeatedly thrusting into you sharply and pointedly, pushing you further up your bed each time. He slid in and out of you with ease, each thrust of his becoming stronger and more confident than the last. It was his turn to kiss your neck and nibble at your skin experimentally. He was gentle, despite the roughness happening below your hips. 

The friction from his cock and your fingers on your clit was unbearable. Before you knew it, another orgasm was approaching you. Your back arched off the bed, your cunt contracted around Eddie and his name was the only word in your vocabulary. He was good, far surpassing your expectations. But you should’ve known better. When Eddie applied himself, he didn’t do things half-assed. It was all or nothing. And he gave you everything. Quickly, and without warning, you felt him spill into you. 

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry.” Eddie promptly pulled out of you, his hot and sticky come leaking out of you. Thick ropes continued to spurt out of him, landing on your belly. His cock pulsed and his breathing was jagged. He sighed heavily once he milked everything out and he fell down next to you. Your comforter was a crumpled mess, no doubt in need of a good wash before your parents came home. 

Eddie searched for your hand and gripped it tightly once he found it. He thought back to last night when he thought holding your hand wasn’t enough, when he wanted possession of your body. And he got just that. And while it was incredible and unforgettable, holding your hand was enough. He’d be content just holding your hand and laying on your bed together, staring up at your popcorn ceiling in silence. It was enough. 

You flushed, although it was followed by a giggle. “You surprised me, Eddie Munson.” 

Eddie propped up on his elbow. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, tucking his hair behind his ear. Your fingers grazed his cheek, hot and blushed from exertion. “Are you sure that was your first time?” 

Eddie shrugged. “I’ve thought about it a lot.” 

“Your first time?” 

Eddie drew soft swirls on your arm, reminiscent of all the times he’d done so on your ankles. He opened his mouth and then closed it. More swirls on your arm. Then he opened his mouth again. “Being with you.” 

“Eds.” You cradled his cheek. “No more thinking about being with me. You are with me. In private, in public, at school, and when we graduate and leave this hellhole. You got that?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Eddie kissed you softly. 

You wanted to kiss and hold hands and do romantic shit with Eddie Munson for a long time.

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I was already in love with Spencer Reid. Really, I had been since the first day I started working at the BAU. When I walked into the bullpen, he had been hunched over his desk, working. Later, when we had been introduced, he gave me a tight-lipped smile and a small wave, explaining that the transfer of pathogens during a handshake was astonishing.

That's all to say, I've loved Spencer since day one. Over the two years that we'd been working together, I had learned to keep my crush at bay, even if it sometimes felt like it was killing me. However, all bets were off the day he walked in wearing a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.

We had been called in on a case, and Reid was the second to arrive in the briefing room.

"Hey, y/n!" He greeted me. "How's it going?"

"Oh! Uh, not too bad," I replied, trying not to stare at him. "I didn't know you wore glasses?"

"Yeah, I usually only wear them at home, and I wear contacts everywhere else, just because I used to get bullied really badly about them. I never really understood why - it's like, just because my retinas aren't where they should be shouldn't make me an inferior human being? Anyways, I started wearing them when I was a teenager, and I just got used to it, I guess. But, I didn't have time to pick up a new box of contacts between our last case and this one, so, glasses it is."

My heart sunk thinking about Spencer being bullied. He had told me about it before, and he knew that I had been bullied in high school too. Probably not as bad as a 12-year old going to high school would have been, but I still understood what he had gone through. It never made sense to me either, that people made fun of me because I was smart.

"They look good on you," I told him shyly. "I really, really like them, Spencer. You should wear them more often."

"Thanks," he mumbled almost inaudibly, looking down at his hands. "I like your glasses too. When you wear them, at least."

"Oh, yeah. I actually prefer wearing glasses to contacts, because I always feel like the bags under my eyes are so much darker and more noticeable when I'm not wearing glasses, but it's just easier to wear them in the field. You get it." I was rambling, but Spencer didn't seem to care. He nodded, giving me one of those signature Spencer Reid smiles.

We sat in an awkward silence for a moment. I was trying to think of a way to extend the conversation, but before I had a chance, the rest of the team arrived. Penelope began the briefing, and I turned my attention to the case file in front of me. We were headed to Seattle to investigate the disappearances and murders of three girls in their early twenties.

After the flight to Seattle, Hotch sent Reid and I to the ME's office to get the information we needed from the first two victims. The third girl that was missing hadn't been found yet, and we were hoping that she was still alive.

Back at the precinct, Reid began to set up a map on the board that we'd been given. I couldn't help but stare at him as he worked - it was those goddamn glasses. I couldn't quite lay my finger on what it was that made them look so good, but whatever it was, it was severely affecting my ability to focus.

"... y/n. y/n?"

"Sorry, what was that?" I shook my head, refocusing on what Reid was trying to tell me.

"I was just saying, do you think that we should consider the fact that both of the victims at the morgue worked at a strip club? Aside from age and sex, we still have nothing connecting the victims."

"Maybe," I started. "But the third girl, the one that's still missing, she doesn't work at a strip club. I was thinking, maybe the traces of sage that the ME found on their lips and noses might have something to do with it. We kind of assumed that that was part of the UnSub's signature, but we never considered that that might be what connects the girls? Maybe they bought it at the same store, or used it for the same purpose, and that's how the UnSub connected them?"

"That's a great idea," said Spencer. "Sage has a ton of health benefits and plays a huge role in holistic medicine. We should have Garcia look into that, and see if she can connect that to the third victim."

I nodded. "I'll call her right away."

Later that day, the rest of the team met back at the precinct to start to put together a profile.

"I think we need to send someone to the strip club where the second victim worked," commented Hotch, flipping through the case file. "Reid, y/l/n, do you mind going right now? We still have some time before they close, and getting a better idea of the place where she worked will help to narrow down the profile."

"Sure," said Reid, standing up and grabbing his bag.

"Great. The two of you can head back to the hotel when you're done there and fill us in tomorrow. We'll finish the profile and deliver it tomorrow morning."

I nodded and followed Spencer to the car.

"You can drive," he told me, walking towards the passenger door.

"I thought you didn't like my driving?" I teased, smiling. It wasn't that I was a bad driver, necessarily, but I didn't have a lot of respect for speed limits.

"You speed!" Spencer exclaimed, defending himself. "Not only is it illegal, it's dangerous!"

"Well, I slow down when I need to," I said. "Plus, you're letting me drive, so it clearly doesn't bother you that much."

Spencer shrugged and mumbled something to himself, but didn't respond.

When we arrived at the strip club, a young woman dressed in a thong and a small, silver bra greeted us.

"Hi there! I'm Angie. Can I get you two a table?" She smiled, eyes flicking between the two of us.

"Oh, we actually... uhm," Spencer stuttered. He was bright red, and making a very strong effort to avoid looking at her chest.

"That's okay, honey, you don't have to be shy," the girl said, smirking at Spencer. "Lots of couples like to come to shows together. Let me find you guys a seat."

"That's okay," I cut in. "We're with the FBI, I'm Agent y/l/n and this is Dr Reid. We're investigating a string of murders in the area, and we were wondering if we could ask you a few questions?"

"Oh, sure!" Angie agreed. "You guys aren't a couple, then?"

"Um, no?" I said. "What makes you think that?"

"Just the way you're dressed, I guess," she said, motioning at us. I looked down at my clothes - I was wearing a light pink cardigan with dress pants and red converse. Spencer was wearing a navy blue cardigan over a lilac dress shirt, and he had on his converse, too.

"Plus, you guys just have the same energy, I guess. I can't really explain it," she continued.

I could feel myself blushing, and I knew that Spencer would be too (although whether it was from the suggestion of us being a couple or the fact that we were in a strip club, I couldn't tell).

Wanting to avoid any further conversation about Spencer and I, I began to ask her questions about the victim that she'd worked with. We didn't end up getting a lot of information that we didn't already know, but we did find out that the victim, Michelle, was thinking of quitting.

"Thank you for your help," I told Angie as we were getting ready to leave. Spencer began to head to the car and I began to follow him when she called my name.

"Agent y/l/n?" I turned around. "Are you and Dr Reid really not dating?"

I laughed. "No, we're not."

"But you want to, right?"

I paused. "I... how did you know?"

"I can just tell these kinds of things," she smiled. "He feels the same way, just so you know."

I blushed.

"You don't have to believe me," she continued. "I just thought you should know. I hope you catch the scumbag that killed Michelle."

"We will," I said, still thinking about what she had said about Spencer. "Thanks again for your help."

I walked to the car, where Spencer was waiting.

"What did she want?" He asked as we got in.

"Oh, she just wanted to make sure that we were going to catch the guy who killed her friend," I lied. Well, not completely, but I left out the part about her thinking that he liked me.

Spencer was quiet for a minute while I pulled out of my parking spot and onto the road back to the hotel.

"You know," he spoke up after a moment. "That's the third time that someone's thought we were a couple while we were on a case?"

"Really? When were the other two?" I racked my brain, trying to remember what he was talking about. I was certain that I wouldn't have forgotten something like that happening.

"Oh, well, you weren't there for either of them. The first time was in Atlanta - do you remember that disgusting cop that was hitting on you the entire case?"

"I think so, yeah. He tried to feel me up in the file room."

"Yeah, him. He asked me if I was 'hitting that', because if I wasn't, then I shouldn't act like your boyfriend because other people might want a chance."

I shuddered. "God, that guy was a creep. I can't believe that they let these people become cops - it's those kinds of guys that we're trying to put away."

"I know. The second time, it was that case with the psychic. She made a comment to me about us being a couple, and then was surprised when I told her we weren't. Something about our 'energies' matching up."

I chuckled weakly. That was exactly what Angie had told me. Maybe the idea of Spencer feeling the same way about me wasn't completely unlikely after all. I don't know what it was, but something made me want to take a chance.

"Why do you think people always refer to us as a couple?" I asked, turning to look at him.

"Look at the road!" He screeched, leaning over and grabbing the wheel. "If you're going to speed, you at least need to pay attention to where you're going."

I rolled my eyes. "We're fine, Reid. There's not even any other traffic, and I only looked over for a second. Answer my question."

"Well, if I had to form an educated guess, I would say that it's probably just the way we act around each other. We're very comfortable around each other, and we're really good friends. I guess that since we work well together, like, professionally, it could be construed as romantic compatibility."

As in, he considered me a good friend that he worked well with. Not a potential romantic partner.

"Then again," he continued. "Today, it might have been the fact that you couldn't stop staring at me."

My mouth opened, then closed again. "What- what are you talking about?"

"I- well, I just noticed that you were staring at me a lot today. I'm not completely sure why, but Morgan said it probably has to do with my glasses."

I grimaced. "You told Morgan that I've been staring at you all day?"

"Yes. You have been. Morgan said that it's because you like me, and that my IQ gets slashed to 60 when it comes to noticing when someone I like is interested in me, but it doesn't, it's just that I get nervous." He blurted everything out very quickly, then turned his head to look out the window.

"You- you like me? Like... me? As in, a couple-y way." I had to talk myself through what he had just told me, because there was no way that this could be happening. I was just sleep deprived, and imagining things.

"I- yes. I like you. I wasn't going to tell you, but then I considered the facts and ran the probability of you feeling the same way. I came to a conclusion based on your level of comfort around me, the amount of time we spend together outside of work, the fact that other people think we're a couple, and the fact that you complimented my glasses this morning and have been staring at me all day. There are other things too, but those are the things that play the biggest role in coming to the conclusion that you like me, too." He finished with a curt nod, but I could tell that he was nervous because of the way that he was fiddling with the buckle on his bag.

I pulled into the hotel parking lot and parked before turning to him.

"If you don't feel the same way, that's fine," Spencer started. "My math might have been wrong, I just-"

"No, Spencer, your math is right. As usual," I joked, but my expression turned serious after a second. "I really, really like you. And for the record, Morgan was right. I don't know what it is about your glasses, but yeah. You just look so good in them, I can't keep my eyes off you."

He blushed again. "Okay," he squeaked out. "I don't really know where to go from here."

"You could... come up to my room if you wanted?" I suggested.

Spencer's eyes went wide and he gulped. "O-okay."

I smiled, and we got out of the car together. When we got in the elevator, I pressed the button for our floor then turned to face him.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" I asked, looking between his eyes and his lips. His tongue darted out to wet them, and he nodded. I set one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck, then pulled him in as I leaned forward to gently press my lips against his. We stayed like that for a moment, then his hands found a place on my waist and he deepened the kiss, pulling me closer against his body.

Suddenly, the elevator dinged and we sprung apart, breathing heavily. We stepped off, and walked quickly to my room. As soon as I unlocked the door, we stumbled in and I moved to push him against the back of the door. When I did, though, he recoiled.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" I asked, worried that I had hurt him, or done something to make him uncomfortable.

"It's nothing, really, it's just that, um, technically speaking, I'm a- a virgin?" He said it like it was a question. "I'm sorry, I know that it's weird, I mean, I'm 25, and-"

"It's not weird, Spence," I told him. "You get to choose what you do with your body. If you don't want to have sex tonight, that's okay with me. We can do as much or as little as you'd like."

"That's the thing, it's not that I haven't wanted to, it's just that there's been a, uh, distinct lack of opportunity. That is to say, I want to do this with you. Tonight. If that is also what you want." He looked at me with wide eyes, Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat.

"Believe me, I want it. I want you, Spencer. I just want to make sure that you're sure that this is what you want."

He nodded frantically. "I do, I want you so bad, y/n. I need you."

This was going to be fun. I wasn't, well, experienced in a very big way, but I could tell that Spencer wanted me to take the reins, and I was very happy to do so.

"Promise you'll tell me to stop if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, or if I'm doing something you don't like?"

He nodded again, and with that, I pushed him against the back of the door like I had been about to do, and caught his mouth in a hot, urgent kiss. I grabbed his tie and pulled him towards the bed, shoving him down onto the mattress. His pupils were blown with lust, and he looked up at me from his spot on the bed with his mouth hanging open, panting.

"Sit still," I ordered him. "Keep your hands by your side, and watch me. No touching."

He followed my instructions, and whimpered softly as I took my shirt off. I bent down to take my pants off, purposely giving him a view of my boobs as I did so. As I stood up, I saw Spencer squirming on the bed.

"Like what you see, baby?"

"Yes, god yes," he managed to get out.

I smirked, and reached behind me to undo the clasp on my bra. Spencer groaned when I removed it, finally giving him a full view of my chest.

"Please, can I touch you? I just want to make you feel good," he begged.

I pretended to think about it as I approached him. "Hm, not yet," I decided. "Remember, baby boy, keep your hands on the mattress."

I undid his tie, and unbuttoned his cardigan and dress shirt, then pushed them off his shoulder and discarded them next to the bed.

"Stand up."

I undid his belt, and slid it out of its loops, then pulled his pants down. He was already hard, and there was a small wet spot on the front of his boxers. "Sit back down, hands by your side."

Spencer was a whimpering mess, and I could feel myself getting wetter with each desperate sound he made. I climbed onto his lap, purposely avoiding brushing against his cock, and lowered my lips to his neck. I placed a few kisses up and down the side of his neck, before settling just above his pulse point and sucking.

Spencer let out a loud, high-pitched moan and bucked his hips up.

"Patience, baby," I teased, nipping at the same spot and then soothing it with my tongue. My nipples were hard, and I intentionally leaned in so that they would brush against his chest.

While I continued to suck over his pulse point, I brought a hand down to roll his nipple between my thumb and index finger. As he let out another loud moan, I rolled my core firmly against his aching cock.

"y/n, please," he gasped out. "Please let me touch you. I just want to make you feel good."

I pulled back and looked at him, continuing to grind against him. His face was flushed, and his jaw was slack. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were hooded with lust.

"Okay. Since you've been such a good boy for me, you can make me feel good." I climbed off his lap and onto the bed, laying my head amongst the pillows. Spencer clambered onto the bed, leaning over me and kissing me passionately. He worked quickly down my neck, leaving a few little marks, but kept moving until he reached my boobs.

"You- you're so gorgeous. So beautiful, I'm so lucky," he rushed out, gently rubbing my nipples with his thumbs. I threw my head back with a breathy moan.

"Can I- can I suck on your nipples?" Spencer asked, looking up at me.

"You can do whatever you want, baby boy," I told him. "Show me how you can make me feel good."

He immediately bent his head down to capture on of my nipples in his mouth, continuing to stimulate the other with his fingers. He sucked gently, then swirled his tongue around it. I let out another moan, and dragged my hands up his back to tangle my fingers in his hair. I gave it a soft tug, causing him to moan against my chest. The vibrations from his moan went straight to my core.

After a minute, he switched his attention to my other nipple, following the same process. He then continued to make his way down my stomach until reaching the waistband of my underwear.

He gently brushed a few fingers over my clothed core, whimpering. "You're so wet, y/n."

"It's all because of you, baby," I told him. "You can take my panties off, now."

He obeyed, hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down my legs. I let my knees fall to the side.

"Should I take my glasses off?" He asked, fiddling with his hands at the end of the bed.

"No, leave them on," I said with a cheeky smile. He blushed, but kept them on.

"Can I taste you?" He asked, looking up at me again for permission. I nodded.

First, he dragged one of his long fingers through my arousal, collecting the wetness that had collected, and brought it up to my clit.

When his finger brushed over my clit, my body jerked. He got the hint, and rubbed the bundle of nerves gently. Without hesitation, he then brought his head down and licked a long stripe up from my entrance to my clit, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked. Hard.

My hips shot up off the mattress, and I brought my hands down to his hair again, pulling his face closer against me.

"Holy fuck, Spencer!" I cried out. "You're so good, don't stop."

He continued to eat me out, alternating between swirling his tongue around my clit and sucking on it. After a moment, he experimentally slipped a finger into my heat.

"Oh my god, Spencer, shit!" I moaned as he curled his finger inside me, hitting that spot. "I'm so close, baby, you're doing so good for me."

He had removed his mouth briefly to focus on his fingers, but as he began to pump it in and out of me, he returned his lips to my clit.

I could feel my orgasm building deep in my stomach, and Spencer could too. Just as I was about to come, he slid a second finger in, hitting that spot over and over again.

I came hard, with a shout of his name. My head was thrown back, and my back arched against the mattress. He continued his motions, gradually slowing down as he worked me through my climax.

Finally, he pulled away and sat up, his mouth glistening with my arousal.

"God, that was so hot," he mumbled, crawling over me to give me another kiss. I rolled us over so that I was sitting on top of him, with my core sliding up and down his hard cock.

"You were so good for me, Spence," I told him. "Are you sure you've never done that before?"

He shook his head no. "I might be a virgin, but it's not like I've never, you know... researched it. How to please a woman. Just in case."

"You researched it?" I asked. He nodded shyly. "Fuck, that's so hot. That you want to be able to please me."

I continued to rub up against his cock. "Are you still sure you want this?" I asked, just to make sure.

"Yes! God, I want it so bad, y/n. I need to feel you around me, please," he begged.

"Okay. I don't have a condom, but I'm on the pill. And I'm clean. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, as long as you're good with it too."

I nodded, and smiled down at him. I reached down between us to guide his cock to my entrance, and slowly lowered myself down, balancing myself with a hand on his chest.

Spencer threw his head back and let out a strangled moan. "Oh my god, y/n! I- you- fuck, you feel so good."

I would have smirked if I hadn't been in so much pleasure myself. Without lifting myself up, I ground against his hips, causing the tip of his cock to brush deliciously against my g-spot.

"Shit, Spencer, you feel fucking amazing," I groaned. "You fill me up so well, baby."

"Please move, please, I'll do anything," he begged, squirming underneath me. I took a moment to admire him beneath me - his chest was heaving, and his face had a pink flush to it still. He was tense, and I could tell he was trying to be good for me and not move. His glasses were slightly fogged up, but I didn't want him to take them off.

"You've been such a good boy for me, Spencer," I told him as I started to move, agonizingly slow, up and down. "Following my orders, pleasing me with your mouth and fingers. Keeping your glasses on, just for me. And that's very lucky for you. Do you know why?"

"Why?" He whined, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

I bent at my hips so that I could whisper in his ear. "Because good boys get to come." With that, I sat back up and began to move faster and faster up and down.

The friction and angle at which I was moving was perfect. He was hitting my g-spot every time I dropped down, and my clit brushed against his pelvis with each movement. The noises that Spencer was making spurred me on, and we were both reaching our highs quickly.

"Open your eyes," I ordered as I neared my orgasm. "I want you to watch me come." Spencer's eyes shot open, and focused on my boobs, which were bouncing up and down with each movement.

"I can't- I can't wait much longer," he managed to get out. "Please can I come?"

"Wait for me," I demanded. "I'm so close, baby. You're doing so good for me, you stretch me out so nicely. I can't wait to see what you look like when you come - knowing that I'm the only one that's ever seen that look on your face. I can't wait to feel your come filling me up. Want to have your babies inside me, Spence."

I don't know where that came on, but it just kind of slipped out and within a second, Spencer was coming with a guttural moan and cries of my name. The feeling of him spilling inside me was what pushed me over the edge.

I collapsed with a groan onto his chest, barely able to move from the pleasure. After a minute, I gave him a peck on the cheek and rolled off of him.

"I'm just going to the bathroom," I told him. He hummed and smiled lazily at me.

When I returned, he hadn't moved.

"Was that okay?" I asked, crawling back into bed and snuggling up against him.