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When no one answers you decide that you just imagined it. You carefully go to walk past the bedrooms to the bathroom and as you do something crowds against you pushing you up against a wall. 

You scream as your back hits the wall hard and you feel the cool steel of a knife press up against your throat. 

You look up through thick lashes and see a white mask staring back at you. A mask that you’re all too familiar with. 

“Are you scared?” a deep voice asks. It almost makes you chuckle, hearing Eddie trying to hide his normal voice. 

“What are you gonna do, slit my throat?” 

A warm chuckle comes from the mask and he pulls the knife away a little to trace the tip along your jugular. 

“Nah, you should stand behind someone when you cut their throat. Too messy otherwise, you’ll get blood alllllll over yourself.” 

You lick over your bottom lip and flutter your lashes as you look at the ghost face.

“Well, what are you gonna do to me?” 

Eddie’s free hand, that’s covered in a black leather glove, comes out and grabs at the rope holding your robe together. He tugs on it till it comes undone and your robe falls open, revealing your bra and panties. 

“Hmmm,” he says, the knife comes to the collar of the robe and pushes it over your shoulder, “Dunno, haven’t decided yet.” The robe drops off both your arms and lands on the floor around your feet, leaving you in just your underwear. 

You stand there leaning against the wall while he towers over you in his disguise. Slowly, you sidestep towards the open door to your right and Eddie’s mask follows you as you go. 

You backstep into the room, and Eddie starts following you. You stand between your bed and mirror vanity, waiting for him to make the next move. 

He walks in front of you, and you can see yourself from the mirror in the corner of your eye. His knife comes up and traces between the valley of your breasts, over your chest and collarbone before it slides under the strap of your bra. You look down and watch as the knife turns so the sharp side faces up and he pulls the knife toward him, cutting the strap cleanly. 

A small gasp escapes your lips as the cup falls and exposes your breast. The cool air hits your nipple and it starts to harden. 

He quickly does the same to the other side looking down through his mask at both your round tits sitting perfectly in front of him. 

Reaching over his shoulder, you hear the sound of velcro pulling apart and the black gown he’s wearing slips down his shoulders and he lets it drop to the ground. It reveals a faded black band tee with the sleeves cut off, tucked into his classic black ripped jeans. His cut-off sleeves reveal his tattoos that scatter his arms, leaving no doubt in your mind that it’s Eddie behind the mask. 

“Face the mirror.” He demands. 

You do as he says and turn your body until you’re facing the mirror directly. Eddie takes a few steps until he’s standing behind you, his masked face in view over your shoulder. 

You take in the view; you standing there with your tits out and in just your panties, your bra a mangled mess still wrapped around your torso. Eddie fully clothed and standing behind you with his mask on and hair peeking out from the bottom. Your heart races at the image and you can’t stop your chest from heaving. 

Eddie’s leather-cladded hands land on your waist and you can’t help but jump a little at the coolness. 

He begins pushing you forward, inch by inch until your thighs are flush with the wood of your vanity desk. 

His right-hand splays over your abdomen and your tummy dips at the contact. Slowly he trails it down until his thick leather fingers are pressed over your cotton panties. He pushes against your slit over the material and you feel the warm wetness that has seeped into your underwear press back against you. 

He rubs small soft circles over your clit, making you moan breathlessly and lean back against him. You feel the soft line of his stomach press against your back and his crotch press against the top of your ass. 

“Look at you,” He whispers gruffly into your ear, his masked face pressed to the side of your head, “You’ll let anyone fuck you, won’t you? Anyone could just walk into your house and bend you over and you’d be a moaning whore for it.” 

At that, he slaps your clothed cunt and you moan out like the whore he said you were. 

He chuckles at the sound and slides both his hands up to your breasts grabbing at them harshly. He squeezes at the fat before tweaking and flicking at your nipples, shocks of pleasure shoot through you as he continues to abuse them. 

You’ve absolutely drenched your underwear. If Eddie didn’t have gloves on to feel it himself, you know he would taunt you for how dripping wet you are for him like this.  

Without warning, Eddie grabs at the back of your head with one hand and pushes you forward so you’re bending over the vanity with your face inches from the mirror. You look at the way your breasts hang and sway, nipples ravished and skin now bleeding back to colour from being squeezed. 

Eddie releases your hair and brings his hands down to undo his belt and jeans. He pulls himself out and gives his cock a few lazy tugs, you wonder what it feels like with his gloves on. 

One of his hands comes to land on your throat, making you have to stare right at the scene otherwise you’ll choke against his grip. 

He releases his cock and tugs your panties down to just below your ass before bringing his hand back and guiding himself between your legs. His tip slides through your slick folds and he laughs loudly at how soaked you are. 

“You’re practically dripping, sweetheart. Surprised there isn’t a puddle on the floor.” 

You look at his mask and try to look into the eyes to make eye contact, you push back against his dick, letting it trace up your slit and hit your clit.  

“Please.” You beg. 

“Please she says,” He mocks, “I could do anything I fucking wanted to you and you wouldn’t be able to do shit.” 

Your hole clenches at the thought of Eddie being so in control of the situation, at you being at his absolute mercy. You whimper thinking about it. 

“Y’know what?” He says, pulling at your throat so you have to hold yourself up a little higher to be able to breathe, “You need to earn my cock.” 

You whine and pout your lips at him in the mirror.

He smacks your ass sharply at the protest causing you to jump forward a little and bump your vanity. Bottles of perfume and lotion fall over but you couldn’t care less. 

Eddie’s foot comes up and pushes down your panties till they're at your ankles. He lets go of your throat and your hands quickly come forward to stop yourself face-planting into the mirror. 

With his now free hands he takes off both his gloves and you're disappointed to see none of his rings adorning his stubby thick fingers. He reaches forward to a lotion bottle that’s laying on its side and grabs at it. You watch as he pumps a generous amount onto his palm. Your eyes follow his hands in the mirror, they disappear behind you to his cock and you hear the slick sound of him rubbing some of the lotion on it. You gasp, startled, as he bends down slightly and his slippery hand reaches between you and rubs over your inner thigh before doing the same to the other side, coating your skin in the cool lotion. 

He straightens up and grabs at his cock, tapping it on your ass a little to get your attention. 

You look back up at his masked face. 

“I’m gonna fuck your thighs,” His husky voice says, “and if you’ve earned it, I’ll fuck that sweet hole, yeah?” 

You bite at your lip and nod slightly, agreeing to his terms. 

He stares at you for a second before guiding his cock between your thighs. As you feel his cock head slide against your inner thigh, you instinctively squeeze your legs together for him to create some friction. 

His dick slides between the fat of your thighs slowly, his pelvis hitting your ass. He lets out little groans as he speeds up and you tighten your thighs as much as you can, your knees knocking together. 

“Fucking hell,” Eddie says. 

The hands-on your hips are gripping tight, pulling you with him as he fucks his hips forward. 

He stands a little straighter and the line of his cock slides along your slit making you moan and drop your head between your shoulders. 

“Think you deserve it yet, sweetheart?” He asks. 

The tip of his cock hits your clit and you feel a shiver run through you. “Please.” You whimper. 

“What was that?”  

You lift your head and look at his masked face in the mirror, “Please.” You say louder. 

“So polite.” 

He slaps a hand down against your ass and pulls out fully, straightening up to his full height. His foot toes between your calves and push you to stand your legs apart further. 

His hand comes to your hair and grabs at it, using it to pull you upright. You feel the burn on your scalp and hit the hard line of his body as you stand up. His masked face hides into your neck just below your ear and you feel his cock trapped between your cheeks. 

“Look at yourself.” He whispers. 

Your eyes lock with yourself in the mirror and you take in your form.

As you watch yourself you feel his hand grab at his cock and he slides down your crack until he’s pushing at the entrance of your cunt. 

His knees bend a little to get the angle and he drops his head against your shoulder to look down at his cock disappearing. 

“Jesus.” He whispers to himself. 

He fully pushes into you and your mouth drops open at the pressure and the slight burn of being opened up by his cock. He bottoms out and looks back up at you from over your shoulder. 

You look at his masked face and nod slowly, silently begging for him to move. 

He laughs a little and does short, small thrusts into you. 

You drop your head back a bit on his shoulder, still looking at yourself in the mirror. 

Your bra hangs around your midsection and your tits bounce slightly as his hips fuck into you a little harder. His hand not in your hair grips at your love handle and pulls you into him. 

He pulls all the way out and pounds up into you, hitting you deep and making you yell out loud. 

“Oh fuck!” You cry, eyes squeezing shut. 

Eddie laughs again and his hand in your hair tugs a little. “Eyes open.” He instructs. 

You open your eyes and instantly land on the jiggle of your body as he fucks his cock into your pussy hard and fast. 

The hand on your hip inches around to your belly and splays over it, trailing down until he’s at the top of your slit near your clit. His thick finger slides between your slit and rubs over your wet nub. You sob out at the pleasure. 

The heat in your core grows and you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. 

The sound of skin hitting skin and the wet squelch of him fucking into your cunt echoes around the room. You hear his heavy breaths from behind his mask and look at him through the mirror. 

“Where do you want my load, baby?” He asks. 

You bite your lip and can barely get the words out as his fingers on your clit begin moving faster. 

“My mouth.” 

Eddie groans at your response. “Fuck yes.”  

You feel your orgasm begin to spill over as he hits your cervix in time with the rubbing of your clit. 

“Oh god, oh god.” You yell as your orgasm overcomes you and you squeeze around his cock. 

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” He plays with your clit a little more to milk your orgasm from you as he slows his thrusts to a stop. 

Eddie pulls out of you as you catch your breath and you dazedly turn around and take a step to the side to drop to your knees in front of him. 

You look up at him as he stares down at your masked face, the scary disguise only making your pussy flutter a little bit more. 

He jacks himself off as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. 

“Fuck you’re a goddamn dream.” He says. 

He fucks his fist faster and soon he lets out a muffled groan followed by a stream of hot come that hits your tongue and chin. 

His head is still dropped down looking at you as he drops his cock and catches his breath. 

You swallow the load that lands on your tongue and your hand comes up and your thumb scoops up the rest that landed on your chin before you suck it clean. 

You stand up slowly and come face to face with the mask. You can only guess how fucked out your face looks right now. You reach up and grab at his mask and he lets you pull it off his head. 

His hair flies up with it and sticks everywhere as you drop the mask to your vanity desk. 

He’s smiling dazed as he looks down at you, his face flushed and sweaty. 

“Hi.” He says. 

You smile and lean up on your tippy toes, a hair away from his lips, “Hi.” 

Eddie leans forward and presses a sweet to your lip before pushing his tongue against you to lick into your mouth and taste himself on your tongue. 

“Mmmmmm.” He moans into you before he pulls away. 

His hands are holding your face and pushing your hair back as he stares into your eyes. 

“Happy Halloween.” He says. 

You mentioned how he wouldn’t be with Chrissy after he had stated that you couldn’t keep a relationship since you were a bitch and you weren’t good enough. After that, it just took a turn for the worst. Everyone got tired of the constant arguing, Steve had tried to force you two to speak but since both of you were hard-headed, it didn’t go as planned.

“Come on Y/N, he’s your best friend.” Robin says to you over the cafeteria table, you rolled your eyes. “You can’t let a friendship like that go to waste.”

“He’s arrogant, Robin. He’s arrogant, he’s an asshole, and he sure seems to be doing perfectly fine.” You bark back, she sighs.

“I have to agree with Robin on this one. I mean you’ve been friends for like, what, 3 years? I know things are bad but if you just try to talk-“ Nancy starts and you interrupt her.

“You know I love you guys, I really do, but I’m not going to have a conversation with him anytime soon.” You stand your ground, crossing your arms over your chest.

You look across the cafeteria, Eddie has his arm wrapped around Chrissy’s shoulders, the entire table was laughing. She pecks him on the cheek and he kisses her forehead, he glances over at you and immediately turns his attention back to the table. Your heart hurts, you needed your best friend now more than ever, there was so much you were going through but you couldn’t tell him.

“Where are you going?” Robin asks as you stand up and walk away.

You walk through the halls of the school, y finding the nearest exit, and you run to your car. You left your backpack in your locker but you had already left, you weren’t wanting to go back, so you decided to drive home. You weren’t supposed to walk, or in this case run, away from your problems. That’s something you promised Eddie you’d never do, but you did it anyway.

When you arrive home, you immediately make your way upstairs. You lay in your bed, curled up in a ball, and you scream. Luckily nobody was home, it was chaotic when your parents were home. Your mom had left but came back to fix their marriage, but it was absolute hell.

You wake up a couple of hours later, not even meaning to fall asleep. You rub your eyes and get out of bed. You walk down the hall and peer into the living room, there was a note on the coffee table.

Sorry to leave again, I can’t deal with it anymore. Y/N, take care of your father. I love you. He’ll be home in two weeks.

With love, mom.

You crumple the letter in your hands and throw it away, you couldn’t take it anymore. All of the fighting with you and Eddie, your parents arguing, your mom leaving again, your dad missing Christmas, it was too much.

You were started by a knock on your front door, you immediately wipe the tears before making your way to the door. You grab the handle and twist it, Nancy and Robin stand in front of you and you move, allowing them to enter your home.

“You okay?” Robin asks you, your face was red and you nod with a slight smile.

“I’m fine.” You mutter as you close the door and sit on the couch.

“What happened today?” Nancy asks, sitting beside you.

You sigh.

“There’s just so much going on here and with Eddie, I couldn’t help myself.” You say truthfully.

“I really think you both need to sit down and just have a talk.” Nancy suggests, Robin hums in agreement.

“I don’t know guys, things are just too messy right now. I will later, just not now.” You respond and they nod.

They ended up staying the night to cheer you up, they new some of what was going on, but not all of it. While they were sleeping, you decided to take a walk to get rid of some of the thoughts in your head. You had walked 2 miles down the road and there stood the trailer park that Eddie lived at. You take a deep breath in and began walking, making your way into the trailer park.

Once you had reached Eddie’s trailer, you peak inside from the gravel road. Eddie sat on the couch watching a movie and throwing popcorn in his mouth, Chrissy was laying on his chest asleep. Your stomach was in knots, the lump in your throat was undeniable, you couldn’t help but cry.

You walk home and tears stream down your face, the winter air was bitter against your skin. When you get home, you sneak your way back inside. Nancy and Robin were still asleep so you made your way to your room. You put on pajamas to warm your body up before slipping under the sheets, crying yourself to sleep.

A week later, it was just you. Nancy had went to California to visit Jonathan for Christmas, Robin was with Vickie, everyone was everywhere else. Hell, your own dad wasn’t home. You had a gift for Eddie, you’ve had it for a while, and it didn’t feel right with you keeping it.

It was 4:00 in the afternoon, you opened your gifts from your parents already. They had gotten you a new Metallica record and some clothes. You were grateful, but you knew you had to come face to face with Eddie eventually.

You groan lightly before knocking on Eddie’s front door. You wanted to run, hide, get away but you couldn’t. You stare at your feet and the door opens, Eddie stands there looking at you and you give him a small smile.

“Do you wanna come in? It’s cold.” He offers and you nod after a second.

“Where’s Wayne?” You ask.

“Work, they needed him pretty bad so he left early this morning.” Eddie explains nonchalantly as he leads you inside.

Of course Wayne’s gone, why wouldn’t he be? Eddie sits on the couch and you stand there, holding his gift in your hands. It was more awkward than you had expected, neither one of you really spoke to each other. He eventually motioned you to sit down, you sit on the very end of the couch and hand him his gift.

“What?” He asks, genuinely confused.

“I uh.. I got you a gift.” You mutter and he takes it cautiously.

He rips the wrapping paper and holds the gift in his hands. It was a large canvas with a picture of the both of you at Lover’s Lake after Eddie has pushed you into the water.

“Thank you.” He mumbles with a smile and you nod.

“You’re welcome.” You respond.

After nearly an hour of silence, it was almost unbearable. You needed something, anything, to talk about.

“So, is Chrissy coming over?” You ask, trying to get rid of the awkwardness in the air.

“What does it matter to you?” He replies snarky, your blood begins to boil.

“What the hell is your problem, Eddie?” You spat, standing on your two feet.

“My problem? No, Y/N, what’s your problem?” He yells back, standing up and walking towards you. “You’ve been at my throat for months now, hell you started being a bitch to me right after I almost died!”

“Eddie you would have fucking died if it weren’t for me and Dustin.” You spit, you froze in horror. You didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out. “Fuck, I’m sorry-“

“Did it ever occur to you that you suck the happiness out of people? Do you ever realize that people just kinda run away from you? Where’s your dad, hm? Oh right, he’s not here!” He screams.

“Don’t even fucking bring him into this!”

“Oh but you can make remarks about Chrissy? That’s hilarious, you can’t take what you give out, Y/N. Face it, you’re a bitch. You can’t keep a boyfriend, your own family runs away, and you have nobody.”

“The only reason I’m a bitch is because of you, Eddie! You’ve been tormenting me for months, you dropped me, you fucking left like everyone else. Hell, I didn’t even get a fucking thank you from saving your ass!”

“I didn’t ask to be saved. Maybe I would have been happier without you.”

“God you’re a fucking prick. Chrissy’s only using you. She doesn’t love you, she never has and never will. She’s only using your for drugs, alcohol, and sex.”

“Get the fuck out.” He orders, pointing to the door, his chest was rising and falling from the anger.

“I’ll be fucking glad to. Keep your gift, burn it, toss it, whatever you want. Don’t fucking talk to me ever again.” You scream as you walk outside, slamming the door behind you.

You immediately get into your car and drive off. The drive home was a blur, you arrived almost immediately and you went inside. Your heart was shattered, you hated arguing with Eddie, especially when you both say things you didn’t mean. You lay on the couch, you sigh with annoyance and close your eyes. You were watching whatever was on the television, of course it was some cheesy Christmas movie so you turned it off. As soon as you get off the couch to go to your room, there’s a knock at the door.

“Yeah?” You ask as you peek out, you see Eddie standing there with his hands in his pockets.

“Can I come in?” He asks and you move out of his way.

“Did you need something?”

“No I just wanted to give you this.” He mutters as he hands you a gift.

You can tell he wrapped it by himself, the wrapping paper was crumpled and the tape wasn’t sticking all the way. You take it in your hands and unwrap it, you opened the small box and it held a necklace with his initials on it.

“Would Chrissy be too happy that you got me this?” You mumble and he groans.

“Goddammit, do you always have to have something to say?” He barks.

“It’s a question!”

“God I’m such an idiot for even coming over. I try to do something nice, but you can’t even let me do that.”

“Don’t even start.”

“Why, Y/N? You’ve always got something to say! You’re always so fucking moody.”

“You go off on me over dumb shit constantly, but wonder why I get annoyed? Like that makes sense.” You laugh sarcastically.

You walk away and walk into the kitchen, your hands are on the counter and Eddie sits on the couch. The room was filled with intensity, maybe it was from all of the arguing, maybe because it was the first time in months you two have spent time together.

You both argued for two hours, it was constant back and forth, you were tired.

“You’re not nice at all. You’re mean, you’re cocky, you’re arrogant, and your relationship with Chrissy is going to fail. Get that through your fucking head, Eddie!” You shout at Eddie from across the room, he was pacing back and forth with anger.

He paused and turns around, he walks over to you as you sit on the edge of the couch. You look up at him and he cocks his head.

“I see the issue, you’re jealous.” He chuckles, you swallow the lump in your throat.

“What?” You laugh in disbelief. “Jealous of what?”

“You’re jealous of Chrissy, aren’t you? It’s nothing to be ashamed about, you’re jealous that she had my attention.” He presses, tilting your chin up with his thumb.

You look up at Eddie, he’s got a stupid fucking smirk on his face, you felt guilty because he wasn’t wrong in the slightest. You were jealous of Chrissy, you were jealous that she has his attention, you were jealous that she’s the one who kisses him, the one he sleeps with, you were jealous of everything.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You lie and move your head out of his touch, he grabs your face again with force and makes you look back up at him.

“Aw darling, you’ve always been a bad liar, you know that?” He teases and your face floods with red.

“Eddie-“

“What? I know I’m right, and so do you. That’s why you’ve been so hateful to me, isn’t is honey?”

“That’s the farthest damn thing from the truth.” You lie again and he crouches in front of you.

“You’re mad that she took your spot. Mad that my arm’s around her at school. Mad that she’s my girlfriend.” He continues.

“Eddie.”

“Mad that I’m fucking her and not you? Is that it?” He teases once more.

You stare into his eyes, it was true. You were at a loss for words, Eddie knows how to read you like a book. Every word you’ve ever known completely left your mind.

“Answer me.” He orders.

“Yes.” You whisper meekly, closing your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at Eddie anymore.

“I’m not as dumb as you think, sweetheart. I see the way you look at me at school, I bet you probably think about me every night.” He snickers. “Look at me.”

You open your eyes, Eddie’s pupils were huge, and god did he look fucking hot.

“Do I need to take care of our little problem here? If I fucked you senseless would you stop being so goddamn mean to me?” He asks, you didn’t know how to respond.

“B-But Chrissy.” You remind him and he shakes his head no.

“Do you see Chrissy anywhere?” He asks and you shake your head no. “Exactly. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Is that what you want?”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna ruin-“ You begin.

“I’m absolutely positive. Are you sure?” He interrupts and you nod.

After a few moments, Eddie crashes his lips onto yours. It felt like an explosion had went off in your body, you craved this and it’s finally happening. The kiss was intense, Eddie had sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap. His hand was on your waist and the other was on the nape of your neck, your tongues were fighting for dominance. He picked you up from the couch and carried you to your room, laying you on the bed with a little bounce.

“Baby girl, I don’t know if you’re ready.” He taunts as he shimmies his jacket off, throwing it to the side. His shirt was a button up, it was only halfway buttoned. “I can’t do half of the shit I want to Chrissy, but you? Oh you’re in for it.”

You prop yourself onto your arms as you look at him from across the bed. You had taken off your shirt and he crawls up the bed and hovers over you, his lips attaching onto your neck. He sucks the soft delicate skin, leaving a trail bruises down your neck and your chest. He pulls away and unclasps your bra, your tits fully exposed to him.

“Aw honey, you never told me you got a tattoo. How come you went without me?” He coos and you blush.

“You were an asshole to me.” You mumble and he chuckles.

“Because you were being bratty. You know what I do to brats?” He taunts, his face two inches from yours, you shake your head no. “I have to punish them.”

His hands grip your wrists, he cuffs them to the bedpost and places a kiss to your clothed core. You wiggle your wrists, only tightening the cuffs even more. He drags your panties down your legs, you’re dripping wet and Eddie lets out a low groan.

“You’re so wet baby, look at you. All wet for me, if you listen it’ll be easier on you.” He snickers.

He kisses your inner thighs before diving right into your pussy, his tongue drags out a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. You gasp out loud as he flicks his tongue against your clit, he was so fucking good at it too. You knew it was wrong, but his tongue was forcing you to think otherwise.

The only thoughts in your head was Eddie’s face buried between your legs and Chrissy. Oh god Chrissy. You felt guilty, Eddie was cheating on her with you. You knew Chrissy would be heartbroken if she knew about you two. You didn’t want to hurt her but here you are.

“Oh god Eddie.” You moan out, his tongue continuing to flick your clit softly.

He replaced his tongue with fingers, rubbing circles against your clit. Your head rolls back and your back arches.

“Not god sweet girl, just me.” He replies with a deep laugh, his finger curling into you. “You gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers?”

“Fuck- yes Eddie.” You whimper, he smirks before continuing his assault onto your clit with his tongue.

His tongue and fingers were moving at the same fast speed, it was almost too much for you. His index and middle finger were rubbing against your gspot while his tongue was licking and sucking on your clit. You clenched around his fingers as your orgasm explodes, you soaked his fingers and his mouth but he made sure to get every drop of you that he could.

“Ah so you’re a squirter? I could get used to that.” He smirks as he sits on his knees, releasing you from the handcuffs.

“I- that’s never happened before.” You giggle embarrassed, your face bright red.

“Now remember, this is our little secret okay?” He reminds you.

“I know.” You respond, he chuckles and gives you a peck on the lips.

“Merry Christmas to me.” He laughs and you giggle.

A week had passed since Eddie came over. You had talked on the phone a little when Chrissy wasn’t over. Things were slowly getting back to normal, all that the group knows was that you both talked it out. They didn’t have to know that you fucked it out, all they knew was that things were okay again.

“I’m so glad you’re here to save me from these guys Y/N. They’ve been driving me crazy!” Chrissy laughs across the table from you, you felt guilty but gave her a small smile.

“So you don’t sit with us for a couple of months and you come back with a hickey? Who’s the lucky guy?” Dustin presses jokingly, your cheeks are blood red.

“Yeah, Y/N, who?” Eddie joins, you glare at him from across the table.

“Oh c’mon guys leave her alone. I’m going to the bathroom, you care to come with me?” Chrissy asks you as she fixes her skirt, standing up from her seat.

You get up and follow Chrissy, her ponytail bouncing with each step she took. You both reach the bathroom and she checks under the stalls to see if anyone was in there, she locks the door when she realizes that it was just the two of you. Your heart was beating incredibly fast, you just felt like she knew.

“Can I talk to you about something?” She asks nervously. You couldn’t tell who was more nervous, her or you.

“Yeah! Yeah of course. Everything okay?” You ask as she stares into the mirror at herself, her hands ok either side of the sink.

“I really like Eddie, like a lot, I mean you know that. But… do you think he’d cheat on me?” She basically whispers, your breath hitched in your throat. You were caught.

“What? No! No I don’t think he’d ever do that.” You lie, praying to anyone that she wouldn’t know. “Why, did something happen?”

“It’s probably nothing. I just found a necklace with his initials on it but he didn’t give it to me for Christmas or anything.”

You wore the necklace, but you kept it tucked into your shirt that way his initials weren’t visible to anyone.

“Maybe he just forgot.” You say and she sighs.

“I’m going to tell you something but you cannot tell anyone, okay?” She begins and you nod slowly.

“Yeah, of course.”

“I don’t think it’s gonna work out between us. He’s a nice guy, he’s funny, he’s charming, but I think we need to see other people. I mean Jason Carver’s just begging for my attention and honestly I really like him. Is it bad?” She explains nervously, you stood there shocked.

“I mean I can’t tell you what to do, that’s between you two, but if that’s how you really feel, then I’d say end things soon. Do it before there’s too much heartbreak.” You suggest, she shrugs. “Don’t lead him on, it wouldn’t be fair for either of you.”

“I know, I just don’t know how. I’ve been spending time with Jason and he’s just a really good guy. Eddie and I are too different for each other. I mean the weed’s great, the sex is amazing, but I want more.” She groans and the bell rings. “I kissed Jason. It was just chemistry immediately, I never got that with Eddie.”

“So, you want Jason over Eddie?”

“I really like them both, but I think I like Jason more.” She wines, you nod. “Does that make me a bad person?”

“Just do what you need to do. If you like Jason, so be it. It doesn’t make you a bad person, but you shouldn’t kiss someone while you’re with another person.” You include, you were being a hypocrite and you knew it. You felt awful.

“Please don’t tell Eddie.” She pleads.

“I won’t. But we better go before we’re late for class.” You smile and she hugs you.

After you both walk out of the bathroom, you head to class. You rounded the corner and you see Eddie across the hallway and you give him a smile. The halls were clear, he ran to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the janitor’s closet.

“Eddie what-“ You start confused.

“What’d you and Chrissy talk about?” He asks as he crosses his arms, you were speechless.

“Uh nothing. Just classes and catching up.” You lie and he snickers.

“You know I can tell when you lie baby. Your voice gets higher, you won’t look me in the eyes. C’mon sweet girl, just tell me.” He orders and you clear your throat.

“She asked if you’d cheat on her.” You mutter, looking up at him.

“Mhm, go on.”

“And I said no, you weren’t cheating on her.” You continue and he nods.

“Good girl. You wearing the necklace?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now you know who you belong to.” He snickers. “You need a ride after school?” He asks as you both walk out of the closet, making sure you were in the clear.

“You don’t have to. I wouldn’t want her to be suspicious.” You whisper in the hall and he looks over at you.

“She has practice after school, plus she knows things are good between us.” He says, calming your nerves.

After your classes had ended for the day, you walk outside and Eddie stood at the front of the van, smoking a cigarette. You walk over to him and he gives you a grin before stomping out his cigarette and getting in the drivers side.

“Been a while since you’ve been in here. Sorry it’s a mess, forgot to clean it.” He laughs and you chuckle. “She didn’t even say hi, she just looked at me and left with Jason.”

You look over at Eddie and have him a sympathetic smile.

“Do you think she knows?” You ask quietly and he laughs.

“About us? Hell no, but she’s got another thing coming.” He answers and you look at him confused. “I saw her and Jason together a few weeks back, before you and I made up.”

“You mean-“

“Oh yeah, walked in on them fucking.” He blurted out, oh.

Oh. That was the only thought in your mind. Your heart sank and Eddie could read it on your face. You got quiet, Eddie sighed.

“Fuck, no. You’re not a rebound, Y/N, I swear. I promise you that I didn’t mean it like that.” He explains.

“Eddie, I know things are good with us, but I don’t want to be a rebound or an ego boost.”

“You aren’t, I promise.” He says as he pulls up to his house.

“I thought you were dropping me off?”

“I am but I was wanting to hang out for a while. If that’s okay, of course.” He smiles and you nod.

“Yeah, I think we actually just need to hang out and get things settled completely.” You chuckle.

You both walk into the trailer, sitting your bags onto the floor before walking down the hall and into Eddie’s room. Eddie kicks his shoes off and lay in his bed, patting a spot next to him. You slide your shoes off and sit beside him, he laughs.

“What?” You grin.

“You can lay down, you don’t have to act like we’re strangers.” He laughs.

You lay beside him a give him a small smile. You both were quiet, just looking at each other and living in the moment. Eddie’s hand laid on your leg and your fingers twist strands of his hair.

“Hold on.” He says as there’s a knock on the door.

He gets out of bed and walks out of his room, you hear the door open. It was Chrissy. You jump out of bed and hide in the closet, dragging your shoes with you. You prayed to God that Eddie hid your backpack in the living room.

“Nothing’s wrong sweetie, just wanted to stop by since I couldn’t see you at practice.” You hear Chrissy’s voice coming down the hallway. “Why? Did I interrupt you?”

“No you didn’t, I just didn’t expect you here is all. I thought you’d be with Jason.” You hear Eddie mumble, you mentally facepalmed yourself.

“No, Jason’s just a friend-“

“Cut the fucking act Chrissy, I know you like Jason. Admit it, you fucked him.”

“I wouldn’t ever do that to you!”

“I walked in on you! I literally watched you ride his dick right in front of me!” Eddie exclaims, you got nervous but the sound of Eddie’s voice made you embarrassingly wet.

“Why were you even spying!?”

“I came over like I always do but you were too busy with your little fuck buddy to even notice!”

“God Eddie you’re such an asshole. I’m done, why don’t you go do us all a favor and go fuck Y/N since you seem to love her so much!” She shouts and storms out.

“Maybe I will!” He screams back, watching the front door close. “You can come out now, baby. It’s okay.”

You crawl out of the closet and look up at Eddie, your face was incredibly red at his last comment. You were worried because you could see the anger in Eddie, you didn’t want him to say anything he didn’t mean.

“Are you okay?” You ask him generously, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You probably don’t wanna be here, I can just take you home-“

“What if we have a sleepover? We have too much catching up to do, to hell with Chrissy.”

“Really?” He asks you, you nod. “I- Yeah, okay. Yeah, a sleepover sounds great.”

You slide your shoes on and grab your backpack before you head out of the door. You jump in the van and you take off, Eddie blasts his music the entire way there. Luckily you both shared the same music taste. Once you both pulled up to your house, you saw your dad’s vehicle.

“Looks like daddy’s home.” Eddie chuckles and you laugh, punching him lightly on the shoulder.

“Alright wait here. I’ll be back out in a second.” You say as you grab your back and throw it over your shoulder.

You walk inside and your dad’s asleep in the recliner, you roll your eyes and quietly go up to your room. You dump out your backpack onto your bed before shoving a change of clothes and your camera into it. You didn’t want to wake your dad so you climbed out of your window and ran to Eddie’s van. Eddie drives off and begins the way home.

“Wayne going to be home today?” You ask him.

“I don’t even know anymore. His work schedule is completely messed up, he’s doing a lot of overtime.” He explains, you let out a small ah.

“So if you don’t mind me asking, what happened back there with you two?” You pry, he clears his throat and inhales deeply.

“I don’t know, I think I just snapped. She needed to know that I knew about her and Jason, I was tired of it.” He mutters. “But she doesn’t know about us. I know how private you are and I want to respect your privacy.”

“But if you could, you’d want her to know that you’re getting back at her?”

“Yeah, but like I said, I respect your privacy. I don’t want to if you don’t.”

“I think I have an idea.” You state, Eddie glances over at you with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You’ll see.”

When you both get back to his house, you walk back into his room and place your bag beside the door before kicking your shoes off. Eddie takes his shoes off and sits back on the bed, you sit beside him with your back on the wall. He pulls out his rolling tray which had some blunts already wrapped. He takes one and places it between his lips and lights it, inhaling deeply before exhaling, passing it to you. You take the blunt and take a big hit, coughing a little as you exhale, Eddie laughs.

“Come here, I wanna try something.” He says as he pats his lap.

You crawl over to him and crawl into his lap, your faces inches apart. He takes a hit and blows the smoke into your face, you inhale deeply before taking the blunt, doing the same in return. It went back and forth like this for a while before the blunt was finished. You had both reached that giggly stage, everything was funny to you.

“God you’re so pretty, you know that?” Eddie mentions casually, causing you to blush. “I’ve always imagine this.”

“Imagined what?” You ask curiously.

“Just you in my lap. Our faces this close, fuck I could just kiss you right now.” He chuckles and you tilt your head slightly.

“What’s stopping you?” You say, your eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips.

He leans in, capturing his lips onto yours once more. The kiss was soft at first, causing butterflies in your stomach. It quickly turned heated, your lips and tongues clashing against one another’s, you felt Eddie growing hard beneath you. Eddie begins to kiss down your jaw and onto your bruised neck, you moan lightly in response, grinding down onto him.

“Remember how I said that Chrissy wouldn’t let me do what I wanted and how you were in for it? That statement still stands.” Eddie says, grabbing your ass.

He flips you over, you’re lying on your back and Eddie’s hovering over you. He gives you a deep kiss before getting off of the bed, walking over to his dresser. He ordered you to get undressed, you follow through without any comment. He opens the drawer and pulls out a handkerchief and grabs his belt, he throws it at the end of the bed before retrieving his handcuffs. He walks over to you and grabs your wrists, locking the handcuffs behind your back and putting the handkerchief into your mouth. You sit on your knees and he sits at the edge of the bed, pulling you over into his lap.

“Now baby, you know I have to punish you for being so mean, right?” He coos, his fingertips ghosting over your ass. “All of those mean things you said to me, being a pain in the ass, you should have known better.”

Without warning, Eddie snaps his belt against your ass, you jerk and let out a whimper, he soothes the new welt with a rub of his hand. He gave your ass a few more cracks with his belt, your eyes were quickly filling up with tears at the pain. It hurt so bad but it was so fucking good.

“Your ass is all red now baby, guess you’ll watch that mouth from now on.” Eddie chuckles as he pushes you back onto your back. “Now what was that brilliant idea of yours that came into your head earlier?”

“Well I have my camera in my bag and I was thinking… maybe we could take some pictures to put in her locker?” You suggest after he takes the handkerchief out of your mouth, still tied around your neck.

Eddie goes to your bag and grabs your camera, playing around with it to see how it works. He sticks his tongue out with a grin and takes a picture before flipping the camera over to you. He got your torso in the frame with the handkerchief shoved back into your mouth, it flashes and he pulls the newly taken photo out before placing it on the bedside table along with the one of himself.

After he places the camera down, he slides off his jeans and his shirt, his hardened cock was being held back by his boxers. Your eyes grow wide, you were actually nervous. He crawls between your legs, his fingertips ghosting your covered slit, he smirks at you.

“Such a pretty girl, get on your knees baby.” He orders and you turn over, you’re on your knees and your face is smothering with the numerous amounts of pillows.

Eddie slides your panties down your legs and throws them to the side of his room, he kneads your ass with his palms before delivering a hard slap onto both cheeks. His handprint now being visible alongside the welts from the belt, he grabs the camera and snaps another photo, chuckling to himself before laying it down with the other photos.

He slides his dick between your folds, hitting your clit and teasing your entrance. You push back onto him, his hand forces you down once more. His cock inches in you, stretching you out and he bottoms out with a groan. You whimper at first, his cock was filling you up completely, but you relaxed as he started thrusting more.

“Fuck baby, you’ve got such a tight pussy all for me.” He groans out, his hands holding either side of your waist as he begins thrusting.

His thrusts began picking up speed, you’re a moaning mess beneath him. You spit out the handkerchief and reach over, grabbing the camera for yourself. You face the camera towards you both and take a photo, Eddie’s thrusts haven’t slowed down a bit.

“Oh fuck Eddie!” You whine out as he reaches around and grabs you by the throat.

The sounds of his thrusts was undeniably loud, it was echoing throughout the entire room. Eddie’s grunts were quiet but your moans were heaven to Eddie. You were his personal pornstar and he couldn’t get enough.

He flips you over after releasing the cuffs, immediately continuing to thrust into you. He grabs your camera, snapping a photo of him inside you, he tosses it to the side of the bed. His thrusts are relentless, you look up at him. His mouth was parted slightly and his eyes were completely black, you pull him in and kiss him deeply. The kiss was sloppy, a string of saliva connected you both as he pulled away.

“I love you Y/N. Fuck, I love you so much.” He spits out with a smile, your heart jumps in your chest.

“I love you too Eddie. God, you’re so fucking amazing. Oh shit right there-“ You reply, a loud moan following through.

Eddie snaps a photo of you, your eyes were rolled back and your mouth was agape as a quiet scream comes out. Eddie kept it as a safekeeping. Your finger dug into his back, he slaps your cheek, causing a whine to come out. You look up at him and stick your tongue out, he spits into your mouth.

“God you’re fucking filthy, sweetheart. Letting me fucking ruin you, you’re perfect.” He growls, his hips continuing to crash into yours. “God, I’m going to fucking cum.”

“Shit, me too daddy. Fuck, cum in me.” You moan out, your release quickly building in your body.

“Want me to make you mine, huh? Fucking have my cum running down your legs. You’re mine sweet girl, all mine.”

Your back arches and your toes curl, a loud cry falls from your mouth as your orgasm approaches full force. Eddie snaps another picture before thrusts harder a few times, your name falling from his mouth over and over. He fills your walls with his warm cum and allows you to ride out your orgasm. You look up at him and he pulls out slowly, watching his cum spill out of you. He chuckles and you giggle, he takes two photos of your gaping hole, keeping one for himself.

“So, how exactly do you plan to get these into her locker tomorrow?” He asks, laying down as you walk in from a brief shower.

“Well, I have them in envelopes already. During study hall I’ll just go to her locker and slide it through. She’s always in the gym during study hall.” You reply with a smile, taking a puff of Eddie’s cigarette.

After things were settled down, Eddie held you close as you both fall asleep. You smell like him, just like the way he liked it. It truly made him feel like you were his, the thing he dreamed about for so long.

“Morning kids, glad to see you up bright and early. You better be leaving or else you’ll be late, Eddie.” Wayne says as he stands in the kitchen, sipping his coffee.

“We’re heading out Wayne. I’ll be back later, yeah?” Eddie says as he throws on his leather jacket, you smile at Wayne.

“Just be safe, keep him out of trouble missy.” Wayne chuckles and you nod with a grin.

After Eddie pulls into a parking spot, you both walk into the school. You wore a turtle neck so nobody would suspect anything, they were more shocked that he had gotten to school on time.

“Chrissy not here?” Dustin asks nonchalantly, Eddie shrugs.

“I haven’t seen her yet, she probably doesn’t even know I’m here.” He chuckles in response, looking over at you.

“And what’s up with you? A turtle neck? Really?” Dustin continues and you roll your eyes playfully.

The bell rings for study hall, the hallways were clear pretty soon after. You and Eddie met by the library doors before walking to Chrissy’s locker. Eddie kept look out as you pulled out the envelope containing your bodies, sliding it through the slip of her locker, you both walk off with giggles.

“Okay well Chrissy’s here today, I’m not too sure what she’s doing over at that table though. Are you two okay?” Gareth asks, Eddie chuckles.

“We’re fine guys, relax!” Eddie says in defense and you laugh.

Dustin comes marching over to the table and taps on your shoulders, you both look up at him confused but you follow him out of the cafeteria. He leads you both into the room where you hold your hellfire meetings at, Robin is waiting at the edge of the table.

“Uhhh what’s going on?” Eddie asks confused as Dustin locks the doors.

“Dustin, you can take it champ.” Robin smiles and taps his shoulders.

Dustin snickers slightly and crosses his arms as he stands in front of you. You look over at Robin, she has a smirk on her face and Eddie sits on his thrown.

“You two, really?” Dustin questions, your face flushing immediately.

“Wh-“ You begin, Robin interrupts.

“What Dustin means to say is that we’re glad you all have made your amends, but uh Dustin here got a little gift.” Robin laughs, you glare at Eddie.

“In my defense I didn’t open it since it specified it was for Chrissy, but she opened it right beside me.” Dustin mentions.

“Goddammit Eddie!” You gasp and slap his arm.

“Hey, I’m sorry! I forgot that his was 574 and hers was 575!” Eddie defends himself and you groan.

“Dustin, I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

“No don’t be sorry, I’m just confused at the entire situation.” Dustin replies as he sits in the chair furthest from the both of you.

“Yeah like, didn’t you guys hate each other? Eddie you have a girlfriend!” Robin chimes in, Eddie laughs and shakes his head.

“If you’re thinking Chrissy is my girlfriend, you’re wrong. I’d rather be dead than be caught with that bitch again. Now Y/N on the other hand… I don’t know. What do you say?” Eddie asks and you bite the inside of your cheek.

“Of being your girlfriend?”

“Mhm.” He smiles, Dustin and Robin lean in to see how you react.

Elbows resting on his knees, his messy hair fell in waves just brushing his shoulders, full lips taking a drag on a rolled cigarette. Peeking out of his shirt collar, between the waves of hair, you can see a skull like tattoo on the side of his neck.

Is that new? Oh God, he's so hot. Okay just walk past, act normal.

You saunter past him with as much confidence as you could muster.

"Hey Mr Munson." You nod in his direction, trying to stop your voice quaking, fumbling for your keys.

"Hey sweet thing. You good?"

Jesus, does he really need to call me that?

The nickname travels to the pit of your stomach making you squirm hotly.

"Yeah sir, just a long shift at the bar. Idiots tonight, you know?"

Mr Munson shifts in his chair taking a sudden breath in.

"Shit sweetheart, sorry to hear that. Wanna talk about it?"

Well, it couldn't hurt, right?

You flop down in the chair bedside him, gesturing for a drag on his cigarette.

"Can I?"

He smiles wickedly and puts his roll up to your mouth. The roughness of his fingertips brushes on your lips making you clench, almost rucking your hips up, albeit briefly. You hope he doesn't notice. Of course he does.

Taking half a hit you realise that it's not a fucking cigarette, it's a blunt. It's not like you'd never tried anything like that but it was  certainly not what you were expecting. The heavy, sweet, herb feeling lays on your tongue. Eyes wide you breathe out, coughing slightly much to his amusement.

He holds it out at you so you can take a proper hit. Sucking at the blunt so you can take it all in, your lips brush against his calloused hands, adorned with rings.

Breathing out, you gaze at him. His smile splits his face wide open, thick tongue rolling to a point, licking across his upper lip in a teasing manner. You cannot help but focus on the tongue stud pierced right through the middle of the muscle, a long stainless steel bar penetrating his whole tongue. You had certainly never noticed it before. It's presence made you wet, sticking between your thighs at the sheer thought of what he could do with it.

"Something on your mind pretty girl?" A cocky side grin plastered across his handsome features.

Shit, I was totally staring.

Blushing, you look away and try to change the subject.

"You know, you should really warn a girl before she takes a hit of a blunt."

He laughs deep in his throat. "I thought you knew! So, why was today so terrible?"

"Just customers thinking that I'm nice to them because I want them, not because it's literally my fuckin' job. Couple dudes tried to hit on me, one of them grabbed my ass." You sigh into the night air.

"Shit, I hope you taught him a lesson."

"Of course, hit him on the head with my tray."

He laughs out loud at that, throwing his head back. You gawp at his neck, sexy stubble running down past his Adam's apple. Turning his head towards you, he flashes his teeth.

"Didn't know you had it in you. Good girl."

Holy shit.

Your whole lower body clenches at his words of praise as you take in a shaky breath. The apples of your cheeks are on fire. Mr Munson gives you a knowing look, eyes glittering darkly.

You stand up on slightly unsure legs.

"Okay I'm- I'm gonna have a shower. See you around Mr Munson."

You fumble for your keys. Turning to your door you hear a gravelly voice behind you.

"Eddie. Call me Eddie."

********************

A few nights later and your surrounded by the rough brick interior of the bar, busy wiping down sticky tables. There's only half an hour until closing; half an hour and you can go home and rest. It's pretty empty tonight, just three regulars dotted around in the semi dark, nursing their drinks.

You haven't been able to get your latest encounter with Mr Munson, sorry, Eddie, off your mind. You liked to think you were a strong independent woman. You were 22 after all; having had to live on your own since you were 18, life hadn't exactly been kind. You had to be strong to survive. So why exactly was it that a few moments with Eddie had turned you into a blushing, giggling school girl? He had disarmed you with a few words and a rough grin and now you couldn't stop thinking of him. All he had done was call you a good girl and you turned into one. A simpering mess.

Doing a final sweep for glasses, you make your way back behind the bar just as the door opens and a brisk breeze blows in.

Oh fuck its him.

You see his broad frame silhouetted in the doorway for a moment, leather jacket hanging open. His wild mane is in a low messy bun for once, tendrils of loose hair moving in the wind. He stalks over to you and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. Dark eyes finding yours, he leans against the bar on one elbow, towering over you.

Plastering your customer service mask across your face; social armour to hide the nerves, you smile at him.

"Well good evening sir, what can I get ya?"

He grins at you devilishly, biting his lip, like he wants to devour you whole.

"What did I tell you? Call me Eddie."

"Sorry Eddie."

"Good girl. I'll have a bourbon, please."

Only just realising your mouth is hanging open, you slam it shut, cheeks burning. He looks at you smugly, like he's just proven a theory. Your body goes on autopilot, grabbing a glass, adding ice, measuring bourbon.

When you hand his drink over he slides over a twenty dollar bill.

"Keep the change."

You blink at him. "I couldn't, it's too much-"

"Then have a drink on me. I just finished a piece and got paid today. I'm celebrating."

You wouldn't usually, but you're on your own and it's nearly closing. Fuck it.

You pour yourself a bourbon, adding a dash of soda water to yours and take a sip. Eddie beams at you.

"Well thank you." You smile back at him, losing yourself in those dark brown eyes of his, watching the way the skin crinkles at the corners when he grins.

He sticks the ball of his tongue piercing out, rolling it between his lips as he stares at you. It seems like a subconscious movement, you're not sure he's aware that he's doing it.

"Why do you have that?" You blurt out, word vomit pouring off your tongue.

"Have what, pretty girl?" You're staring at his mouth, and he understands, sticking his tongue out at you.

"Thith?" He lisps at you, still poking his tongue out. Giggling, you nod.

His hand drops to the bar, thumb reaching out, stroking back and forth over the knuckles on the back of your hand. An involuntary shiver creeps down your spine at the touch of his rough skin.

"Oh, sweet thing. I think you know exactly what it's for."

His eyes are deep pools, inviting you in. Your thighs clench at his words, biting your lip.

"Oh."

He smirks at you, humming. You pull your hand away, looking at the time.

"Er, just a sec."

You move away slightly and shout out last call. Two of the patrons leave; the other walks over to the bar, slight stagger to his step. Serving him a final Scotch, he pounds it back and walks outside.

It's just you and Eddie. All alone.

"I've got to, um, finish closing up."

"I'll give you a ride if you'll have another drink with me."

You open your mouth. Then close it.

He pouts at you, looking at you with big doe eyes. "Please?"

Well fuck.

"Okay, just let me finish up."

You collect the rest of the glasses, wipe down the last of the sides and sort the nights takings, getting it all in the small safe in the back room.

After locking the front door you return, hang your bar apron up and pour the drinks. Eddie gestures for you to join him on the bar stool next to his. You perch on it lightly; he reaches for his wallet but you wave it away.

"No, I've already done the takings, this ones on me. For the ride, you know."

He shrugs, returning the wallet to his back pocket.

"So" you say, taking a sip of your drink, "you said you finished a piece. You're a tattoo artist, right?"

"Yep, that's right."

"Thought so, I heard a rumour."

"Rumour, eh? What else you heard?" Eyes glittering, he took a mouthful of bourbon.

You giggle "Hmm, well, I heard you were some Satanic cult leader in high school-"

He waved that off, "oh that's so old. If playing D&D is satanic then I'm the devil himself." He sticks his tongue out again, creating little horns with his fingers on his forehead.

You laugh at that, starting to finally feel at ease in his company. The bourbon helped.

"Someone said you sacrificed a goat in the woods once."

He nearly spits his drink at that one. "Now that's more like it, even I've not heard that one. Got any more?"

You blush, realising you've only heard one more.

"I heard you had... other piercings." You mumble, not wanting to say it too loud despite the lack of company.

"What other piercings?" He eyes never leave yours as he finishes his drink.

You're sure it's not normal to have so much blood in your cheeks. You can hear the blood swooshing in your ears. Finishing your own drink for courage, you gaze down at your hands in your lap.

"I heard you have a pierced..."

"Dick?" He ducks his head, trying to catch your eye again, cheeky smile on his face.

"Yeah." Your whole body feels hot and small under his gaze.

He just smirks at you and shrugs.

Is that a no? A yes? Now I'm dying to know!

He winks at your obvious frustration and says "come on I'll take you home."

********************

The ride home in Eddie's Mustang is uneventful. A little small talk is shared, but mostly you're staring out the window, trying to catch glimpses of him when he wasn't looking, eyes wandering to his crotch.

Pretty soon he was dropping you off at your front door, hand leaning on the door frame, crowding into your personal space. Just breathing the same air as him felt suffocating in the best way.

"Well, goodnight then sweet thing." He winks at you, glancing at your lips. For a split second you think he's going to kiss you, but he breaks away and turns to leave.

"Do you wanna come in?" Shit did I just say that out loud?

"You sure?"

You nod and he throws you a wolfish grin. You've never felt so much like a lamb in your entire life. You may as well baa at this point.

You lead him into your tiny apartment, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch, turning on a couple of dim lamps as you go. He flops down, manspreading, large hand resting on his knee.

"You want another drink? I've got bourbon but no ice I'm afraid."

"Sure thing sweets." He responds whilst slipping his jacket off, placing it on a nearby chair.

"You mind if I smoke? Just a cigarette, promise."

You smile at the reference, "sure, there's an ashtray just there."

He pulls out a pre rolled smoke, lighting it and taking a few drags.

When you've poured the drinks you make your way to the other side of the couch, placing the glasses on the coffee table. He offers his cigarette to you. As you nod, he shifts closer, holding it to your lips. You take a couple of drags, relishing the feel of his fingers on your mouth. Every time your skin touches his it sends a flutter through your nerves.

You watch him take a sip of his drink, seeing him press that perfect bottom lip to the glass. He drinks and puts the glass down. Not even looking your way, he says "something you wanna share, pretty girl?"

"Do you? Is it?" You say doltishly. Well done, real eloquent.

"You really wanna know, huh?"

"Yes!" You say loudly, bourbon well and truly in the drivers seat for that one.

He laughs and looks at you dead in the eye, another chance to make you squirm.

"Yes."

Gaping at him for a few seconds, your brain and mouth finally connect.

"Do you- did it hurt? What's it look like? What kinda-"

Stopping you mid babble with a wave of his hand, he simply asks, "you wanna see it?"

Brain short circuiting, you merely stare at him dumbfounded. You nod, curiosity well and truly getting the best of you.

He stands up and undoes his belt, sound echoing through the apartment. Your gaze is fixated on his large hands as they deftly unbutton his jeans. A glimpse of a tattoo teases you on his lower abdomen. His happy trail is peeking out, leading to the large thatch of hair that snakes down to his manhood. You swallow hard.

He slowly pulls his boxers down and you scoot closer to have a look. It emerges from the fabric, to your surprise half hard.

You gape at it. You've seen dicks before. A handful. And they are just that, a handful. This is more than a handful. You think you'd struggle to get your hand around his. The girth of it was truly intimidating. It certainly looked long too, and that was at half mast.

The end of it was pink and rounded, and the piercing went through the slit at the top, down to the underside of the tip. The piercing was thicker than you imagined, a curved bar with thick steel balls on either end. You never thought you would be into this sort of thing, but just looking at it made you think about what it felt like. What it tasted like. You wet your lips and continue to stare.

On instinct, your hand reaches out. You only notice when it meets the roughness of his jeans, touching ever so closely to his exposed member.

You look up at Eddie's face. He's looking right back at you sinfully.

"Did it hurt?"

"Not as much as you'd think. Ached like a bitch the first time I got a boner though."

You giggle, staring at it again.

"Can I touch it?" What the hell. It just slipped out, unbidden. You see his dick twitch at the thought.

Eddie chuckles darkly. "Did you seriously just ask if you-"

"Sorry that was dumb of me-"

"Sure you can sweet thing."

Before your mind can even comprehend what's happening, your hand shoots forward with sudden bravery, reaching out to hold it. You inspect the tip, looking at the piercing, feeling his hardness grow under your delicate touch. Inquisitively you rub the jewellery with your thumb, inadvertently smoothing the pad of your thumb over his tip in the process. Eddie hisses through his teeth.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?"

"No," Eddie manages through gritted teeth, "just felt really fuckin' good."

Oh.

You back off, moving your hands from his piercing and placing them in your lap. He tucks himself away again, doing up his jeans, subconsciously palming his length.

"Well? What do you think?" He sits on the couch next to you, denim clad knee touching yours.

"It's really big Eddie."

He laughs, throwing his arm over the back of the sofa.

"You talkin' about the piercing or my dick?"

"Both." You couldn't help it. It had to be said. It was true. You knock your drink back, feeling entirely too sober for this conversation.

Eddie's mouth splits into a lazy smug smile. Finishing his own drink, he turns to you, eyes roaming over your body.

"So, do I get a turn now sweet thing?"

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "At what?"

Well, you got to touch me. Can I touch you?"

Your eyes widen at his brazen attitude, but you'd be lying if you said this wasn't the reason you had invited him in in the first place. The very air around you feels heavy, hot with anticipation.

"Ok."

You stand up shakily, mirroring his movements from earlier, unsure hands unbuttoning your jeans. Eddie's eyes travel down to your core, predatory gaze shamelessly wandering over you. Your jeans are a little big, slipping straight to your ankles when they're undone. You kick them off and away. Standing there in your tank top and tiny white panties you've never felt so exposed in your life.

Eddie stands up for a second looking down at you, eyes shining with mischief. He winks, and drops to his knees between the couch and the coffee table, grabbing your hips and pulling you to face him.

Sizeable hands hovering over the hem of your underwear, he looks up at you. "Can I? Can I take these off?"

You nod, cheeks flaring with heat.

Eddie licks his lips, eyes never leaving your cunt. "I'm gonna need you to say it, sweet thing."

"Y-yes Eddie." You manage to stumble out.

"Atta girl."

He peels them off. They stick for a moment between your thighs, slick and heat pouring from your core. The tops of your thighs are already damp with expectancy. Your muscles clench, pressing together with angst. Eddie pries your thighs apart slightly, thumbs massaging calming circles into the flesh.

Eddie presses a kiss to your mound, stubble scratching the delicate skin ever so slightly.

"Eddie what are you doing?"

"You said I can touch you."

"Yeah, so why-"

Eddie's tongue pushes between your folds firmly, tongue bar flicking right over your clit.

The noise you make is nearly inhuman, breath knocked out of your lungs in shock. Your legs buckle at the knees, ass falling to the carpet. He takes the opportunity to wedge his head between your legs, your thighs pushed as wide as far as the narrow space allowed, stuck between the sofa and the table.

His stubble is burning the insides of your thighs, roughly rubbing against your soft skin. Eddie licks into you, pushing his tongue inside your hole. You feel the warm wetness of his thick tongue and the foreign bump of hard steel forcing shockwaves of pleasure into you. The moan he rips from you reverberates in your chest, full of want.

Eddie groans into you, tongue making it's way to your clit, running in dizzying circles. The feeling is almost too much as you buck up into him, writhing your back on the carpet.

"Oh my God, Eddie!"

You can practically feel him smirking against your dripping pussy, getting his large hands underneath your ass so he can push his face into you even further. His tongue is everywhere, eating you out messily, hungry for you. The occasional rub of steel sends your senses into overload, hips rutting shamelessly into his face.

He moves one hand from underneath you and pushes two fingers deep onto your cunt. You're on the verge of screaming, tears gathering in your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. The pressure of your desire collects in the pit of your stomach.

His fingers make you feel so full, reaching somewhere you've never been able to touch on your own. The rough sure movements of his hand so close to sending you over the edge, pussy grateful to have something to clench around.

"Eddie! Holy fuck." You cry out, an unsolicited tear spilling from your eye.

Eddie's mouth unlatches from your heat briefly.

"You gonna come, pretty girl? Come on, soak my face, that's my girl." And he's diving straight back in, tongue movements unmatched, strong fingers fucking into you. Desperate, filthy noises pour from your throat at the sudden onslaught.

Tensing up, you feel the unimaginable tight hot ball of desire suddenly drop. The feeling ignites through you like wildfire, coalescing into a burning, broken scream of his name.

Once you've chased your release as far as it could possibly take you, your back finally touches the floor again. Eddie moves away from you, sitting up, gazing at your fucked out form. Panting, flushing, sweating, you manage to look at him.

Eddie looks wild, feral, hair a mess, face covered and dripping with your slick. You can even see a wet shiny patch on his forehead. You giggle, dopey in your post orgasm haze.

"What? Have I got something on my face?" Eddie stares at you unblinking. You laugh loudly at that, pointing to where it was on his forehead. He laughs back and pulls his t shirt off, wiping his sticky face all over it before tossing it onto the sofa.

Your eyes go wide at the sight of him shirtless. Taunt, muscular frame, dark patch of hair covering his chest, matching the rough hair of his happy trail. He is littered with tattoos, some dark and bold, others lighter and faded. There's small patches of alabaster skin here and there. He's glistening, clearly having worked up a slight sweat just from the force of which he'd eaten you out. Muscles shining, catching the dim light.

He catches your lust filled stare and leans over you, caging your head with his strong arms.

"So, you wanna know why I've got the other piercing?" Sinful smirk turning his mouth up at the corners.

You crash your lips into his, throwing your arms around his neck. Desperate hands snake into his hair as you open your mouth to deepen the kiss. Eddie's kisses are messy but skilful, one hand moulding to the back of your head, pushing you towards him almost painfully. The need for each other is tangible, bodies colliding, rolling into one another. He sits up, pulling you along with him by the waist, tongue continuously dipping into your mouth. Finally, you break from the kiss just to breathe. It's like all the air has been sucked from the room and all you can breathe is Eddie.

He's kissing along your jaw line, down your neck; yearning, robust kisses. Heaving breaths are coming from each of you.

"Bedroom?' Eddie manages between heavy panting and pecks.

You gesture to the hall and he wastes no time in standing up, pulling you along with him, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. You wrap your legs around his waist, firm hands holding you steady, as he attempts to navigate your hallway whilst still kissing you. Nearly tripping on your discarded jeans, he slams your back into the wall. You couldn't care less, tongue invading his mouth, pressing your naked heat against his solid bulge. His groans are so low they're almost growls, bearish and dominant. He takes the opportunity to press your form against the wall so he can pull your tank top over your head, eyes rolling back at your braless chest.

Finally, he carries you through your bedroom door, dropping you onto the bed. Unbuckling his belt and exposing himself to you for the second time today, this time he's taking his clothes off completely, standing in front of you naked in all his glory. Further tattoos cover his hairy legs, you see his thick thighs flexing. He gives you a ravening look; predacious in its delivery, with a smile that belies the lust in his eyes.

Quivering before him, he roughly widens your legs and slots his hips in between. You feel the hard shaft of his dick pressing against your slick folds, whimpering at the contact.

Hovering over you, one of his hands engulfs the side of your face, stroking down to your chin, holding you there. You stare at him open mouthed, consumed by the feeling of him rubbing up and down your wet pussy.

"You sure you want this, sweet thing?"

"Yes, Eddie please." Your voice doesn't sound like you, its smaller, meek. Your eyes plead with him.

Leaning in to you further, his hot breath whispers, deep voice on the shell of your ear. "Are you sure you can take it? Can you be a good girl for me?"

You moan loudly at him, small hands clasping at his biceps in desperation.

"Yes, please Eddie, I'll be so good for you!" You writhe underneath him.

He chuckles, biting his lip. "I knew you were into that. You got a condom?"

"No I'm on the pill, I need you, please."

"Holy shit." Eddie wastes no more time, rubbing his cock up against your entrance, strange feeling of the piercing hard against your slippery cunt.

He starts to push into you and your mouth falls open, no sound coming out. You grip his shoulders hard, trying so hard to take him. The stretch is intense. He's looking at you with concern, softer than he's ever looked at you.

"You gotta relax, my good girl, or its gonna hurt."

You nod, pupils blown, trying so hard not to clench around him. He bottoms out, the final push making you whimper.

Stroking your face, he gives you a moment to adjust.

"So fuckin' beautiful like this."

Your cheeks burn at the praise, lips enveloping his in a soft kiss.

He moves, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, a loud whine escaping from your lips. The burning feeling has been replaced with pure ecstasy. You're sure you can feel the steel of the piercing hitting that spot inside you.

Thrusting into you slowly a couple of times, you already feel pressure in your stomach, knots tied tight and begging to be released. The sensation tightens further, shoots of it flying down your legs and up your spine. You clench around him hard, moaning.

"Fuck Eddie I'm gonna cum, fuck." You pant out, eyes wide.

"Already? Shit you're gonna give me an ego."

"You already- oh God, fuck- you already have one."

He laughs loud and thrusts into you harder. Instantly you release, the ropes holding your stomach snapping. You come with a high pitched squeal of his name. You hear your wetness before you can feel it, a squelching noise resonating with each drive into your sopping cunt.

"Oh fuck, sweet thing, you squirted. Soaked me. You're- perfect" he groans. You keen at the praise.

Getting on his knees he pulls you bodily into him, slamming into you harder, hands digging at the flesh of your hips. You've never felt so full in your life, his cock piercing nudging your g spot with each thrust.

Eddie's grunting with effort, hair completely loose now, wild around his shoulders. Your fingernails bite into his flexing muscles leaving crescent moons in their wake.

"Shit, sweet thing, oh fuck."

Eddie pushes himself forcefully back on top of you, folding you in half, knees pressed against your stomach.

"Oh Eddie!"  It's just so overwhelming. You're full to the brim with him, satisfaction coating your insides, eyelids coated with emotion. Tears spring out the corners of your eyes, running down your temples. You're trembling, inundated with emotion and sensation.

"Hey, hey, you ok?" He slows.

"Yes fuck please Eddie don't fucking stop!"

Grinning wickedly he thrusts into you without restraint, slamming his hip bones into the flesh of your thighs, cock breaching you like nothing ever before.

Clamping down around him, your third orgasm is an ocean; wave after wave of sinful pleasure washing over the very fabric of your being, stripping you back to your bare components and leaving you breathless, sweating, and as exposed as a raw nerve. You babble, and cry, and whine his name, eyes tight shut, utterly taken by the moment.

Eddie's plunges into you start to falter. Feeling him twitching, becoming impossibly harder inside you he comes, spilling his seed deep into your cunt. The warm, rushing feeling just expands the length of your own release, waves finally ebbing and retreating.

Eddie pulls out from you, leaving you feeling emptier than ever before. He lies on his side next to you, thumb approaching to rub a stray tear from your cheek. You're both perspiring; glowing forms gasping for air.

Finally catching some semblance of breath, he strokes your cheek again, wide grin dissipating on his face.

"You ok pretty girl?"

"Yeah you could say that." You huffed a laugh, still trying to focus on how he'd made you feel.

"But you cried?" Its a question, but he looks concerned, hands attempting to comfort you.

"It was just, so much. Too good, you know." Taking in his smirk you say "don't you let that go to your head!"

"Bit fuckin' late for that" he laughs. "C'mere."

He gathers you up in his strong arms, holding you close, and kisses you on the forehead. The affection honestly takes you by surprise, expecting him to have bolted by this point, having got what he wanted.

"Can I level with you?"

Oh shit here we go.

"I've wanted to do that since you moved in." He grins at you.

"Oh, really?" You look up at him, surprised that he'd been feeling the same as you. "Well, same. You're really hot."

He laughs and strokes your back.

"You working tomorrow?"

"No, why? Are you?"

"No. I wanna take you out somewhere, if you want." He almost looks embarrassed. Almost.

"Are you asking me out on a date Mr Munson?" You smirk at him in disbelief.

"I mean, yeah, if you wanna. Unless you just wanted this to be a one time thing, I get it, I can just leave." There's a quaver to his voice. A weakness your not used to hearing.

You stare up at him. Cocky, confident Eddie Munson, was about as unsure as you were. You giggle.

"I'd love to go on a date with you." Smiling, you attempt to hide it into his inked chest.

"So, wanna take a shower?"

"Well" you say, leaning up on your elbow, "we could. Or..."

"Or what, sweet thing?" He rubs your arm, furrowing his brow.

"Or, we could do that again."

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You and Eddie had gotten super close over the last few years. Maybe it was because you and Dustin had put yourselves on the line to save him in the upside down. Maybe it was because you pushed him to keep up his grades so he would graduate with you. Maybe it was because you pushed him to pursue his career in music.

“Another sold out show tonight! Only 2 more weeks until I’m back and we can have our movie night!” He exclaims over the phone and you grin.

“God Eddie, I’m so proud of you! See? I told you that you’d get far. Don’t forget about me though.” You respond and you heard him snicker.

“You know I could never forget you. You’re my best friend, you’re the one who pushed me to get here!”

“Don’t say that too loud, the others might get offended if you don’t include them.” You chuckle.

“Yeah yeah, but the bus is leaving so I have to go. I’ll call you later, yeah?” He asks.

“You better. Be safe, don’t get too much pussy.” You respond.

“Pffft never. Talk to you later!” He laughs as he hangs up.

You were somewhat serious about it. You couldn’t miss one of his shows so you decided to surprise him in Denver. Gareth already knew about it, you were trusting him to keep the secret. You had about 3 hours to get ready and get to the venue in time so you had to get ready now.

As soon as you all hung up, you got out of your bed and walked to your bathroom in the hotel room. You had put on your Corroded Coffin shirt that Eddie had made you, along with a skirt and your converse. You curled your hair and put on your makeup, you decided to put on the deep red lipstick that Eddie says you look good in. Once you were content with your looks, you grabbed your bag and walked outside of the hotel room.

“Let me guess, 28TH street to get in that line for that band?” The cab driver chuckles and you nod.

“How’d you know?” You laugh.

“Oh just a lucky guess. Couldn’t tell by your shirt or anything. My daughter begged me to go so I’m letting her.”

“Oh that’s cool! How old is she?” You ask him.

“Just turned 19 last week! She’s hoping that Eddie guy will fall in love with her.” He laughs and you laugh along.

“Well I hope her the best!” You reply and look out the window.

You say your goodbyes and jump out of the cab to stand in the long line. You should have left sooner but you knew you had to call Eddie before he went on stage. There were thousands of girls laughing and giggling.

“Eddie’s literally going to devour you when he sees your ass in that skirt!”

“I’m gonna ask Eddie if he can sign my boobs! Maybe he’d invite me backstage!”

These girls were crazy for Eddie, it was almost laughable. But to be fair, so were you. You and Eddie had joked about being together and sleeping with one another, but slowly your feelings actually became sincere. After what felt like hours of standing in line, people began swarming the arena. You managed to push yourself to the front of the crowd just in time.

“Y/N! Thank god, you had me worried sick. Here’s your badge, Eddie already said as soon as he’s off stage he’s gonna call you.” Gareth says, putting your lanyard over your head, motioning a security guard over. “This is Alex, just call him over before the show’s over so he’ll get you to the bus before Eddie even has the chance to try to call.”

“Thank you! Break a leg up there, love you kid!” You day with a grin as girls swarm over, screaming at the sight of Gareth.

“Love you too!” He shouts after he kisses your cheek and waves to everyone before running backstage.

Some girls gave you a dirty look and you shrug it off.

“Would you mind holding onto this? With these girls, it’ll be torn off of me immediately.” You laugh to Alex, he nods in an agreement while laughing and takes your lanyard, putting it in his back pocket.

The arena bursts in screams and cheers as they all walk on stage, you smile so big as soon as you see Eddie. God he finally made it. You couldn’t be prouder. The crowd was pushing their way to the front, you didn’t know if you couldn’t breathe due to the force of everyone or if you were just that happy to see Eddie.

“What’s up you freaks?” Eddie shouts into the microphone, the screams got louder. “In case you didn’t know, we’re Corroded Coffin!”

It was adorable to see all of the girls swooning over all of them, you couldn’t tell if they were more into Jeff, Gareth, or Eddie. Your cheeks already began to hurt since you were smiling so much, it didn’t help that they covered Ride the Lightning to begin with, Eddie knew that was your favorite song.

They covered a lot of yours and Eddie’s favorite bands as well as playing some original songs that they wrote.

“Whose fucking bra is this?” Eddie laughs into the mic, throwing the bra to Gareth who takes it with a huge smile.

“Alright this is the last song and you know we gotta go out with a bang. So here’s I Was Made for Lovin’ You but none other than Kiss.” He announces and you motion over to Alex.

Alex puts your lanyard over your head and helps you jump over the railing, leading you backstage. You grab a water from Eddie’s dressing room and walk to the bus.

“Here’s the bus, Ms. Y/N. Make yourself at home, they should be out soon!” Alex says as you walk in.

“Thank you Alex! Have a good one!” You respond and walk in.

The bus wasn’t what you were expecting. You were expecting some little bus with maybe a bed or two and a small bathroom, but this was the completely opposite. There were bunk beds on either side, a door separating the driver and the rest of the bus, a bathroom, and an entire bedroom (it was small, but hell it was a bus). You walk to the door and of course it has Eddie’s name on it, you chuckle and walk in. The bed wasn’t made and his clothes were thrown on the floor, but it wouldn’t be Eddie’s if it was all tidy. You look at the small dresser and you see a Polaroid that he kept if you two when you all hung out for the first time.

“I know it’s in here- holy fucking shit.” You hear Eddie say, you froze in excitement and anxiousness.

You turn around and look at Eddie, you grin instantly and he runs up to you, wrapping his arms around you and squeezes you.

“How? What- are you real?” He asks as he pulls away and you nod while laughing.

“Sure am! I couldn’t miss seeing one of your shows before you’re home!” You say and he smiles.

“Oh my god you have no clue how happy I am right now!” He says excitedly, you giggle. “Jesus I missed you. Sit down, make yourself comfortable! You want a drink?”

“Ed’s there’s so many girls waiting on you.” You point out and he shrugs.

“So? I’d rather spend time with you. I haven’t seen you in like months!” He exclaims and you roll your eyes playfully.

He grabs a bottle of liquor and hops on the bed, patting beside him. You crawl into bed with a grin and face him. He opens the bottle and puts it to his lips, taking a swig and you do the same. Neither of you were ones for a chaser, you loved the taste of pure alcohol. After a few swigs, you both decided it was time to smoke since you haven’t smoked together in ages.

“So how’s home? You miss me?” He asks with a smile, blowing the smoke into the atmosphere.

“It’s too quiet. I like your crazy self being around, you keep things interesting.” You chuckle, passing the blunt over to him. “How you liking life on the road? All those girls treating you good?”

“Oh it’s amazing. I love seeing new places of the country that I didn’t know existed! The girls are crazy. They just- here-“ He says before taking another inhale of smoke, handing the blunt to you, “They just go crazy when they see us. I’m not used to girls throwing themselves at me like that. I’ve gotten so many numbers that I either throw away or lose, some girl even for her way into the bus and tried to suck me off before we could get her off the bus.”

You choked on the smoke from laughing, your eyes filling with tears. You knew girls were crazy but god, they were desperate.

“You good there sweetie?” He laughs, taking a hit.

“Perfectly fine. So you ever take one of the girls and slept with her?” You chuckle and he shrugs.

“We didn’t sleep together. I brought one back and we made out and shit, but only over the clothes stuff. I just realized things weren’t gonna go well with us. I’m just waitin’.” He explains and you look at him confused.

“Waiting for what? Surely you’ve found some hot girls out there!”

“Well yeah but I don’t like when girls throw themselves at me, y’know? I don’t like when girls seem desperate.” He says and you nod. “Well, what about you? You sleep with any guys while I was away?”

“Don’t make me laugh.” You chuckle and he throws his hands up in defense. “I’ve been working my ass off constantly just to keep a roof over my head. I don’t have the time to sleep with anyone.”

You both continued talking, catching up with each other about everything under the sun. You were both pretty high and a little buzzed from drinking over half of the bottle of alcohol, Eddie was complaining about how sore his back got so you offered to massage his back like you always did at home.

“I swear to Ozzy you’ve got magical hands.” He chuckled into his pillow as you work his back with lotion.

“Probably because I’m a masseuse, Ed’s.” You laugh and he hums in agreement.

“Hey guys? It’s me.” Gareth says, knocking on the door.

“We’re clothed, come in!” You announce with a chuckle.

“Sorry to interrupt your massage session, but we’re gonna go to the club down the street. We’ll be back later, have fun!” He says as he opens the door and once he gets Eddie’s thumbs up, he closes it. “Use protection!”

You both snicker and Eddie turns over, laying on his back and you’re sitting on his hips. His hands take place on your hips and you smile at him.

“Why?” He just asks, you cock an eyebrow.

“Why.. what?”

“Why do you look so kissable right now?” He asks with a smile.

You blush immediately and turn your face from him, eventually looking back at him with a smile.

“The real question is, why aren’t you kissing me if I look so kissable?” You ask with a smirk, that was all he needed.

He cupped your face, bringing you to him before pressing his lips to yours. It started off soft and innocent, his tongue glides against your bottom lip and you open it for his entry. Your tongues graze against each other’s, the innocence in the kiss was far gone by this point. Your tongues and lips move in unison, his hands roam your body and settle on your ass. You pull away with a string of spit connecting your mouths. You pull your shirt over your head, Eddie massages your breasts through your bra before he reaches behind you, unclasping it and letting it fall down the front of your body.

“Christ, your tits are fucking perfect sweetheart.” He growls, taking one into his mouth.

You grin as you look down at him, sucking and biting your nipples as you feel him grow hard beneath you. He pulls away from your tits, connecting your lips together once more. Your tongues battle together and you grab his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging gently. You grind down on him with a smirk and he moans incredibly quiet.

“So you haven’t had sex since you’ve been on tour?” You ask him, grinding down onto him swiftly.

“Sure haven’t baby. You wanna change that?” He asks and you grin.

“The better question is, which position?”

You lift off of him, tugging your skirt down along with your panties. Eddie wastes no time, his hands flying to the zipper of his pants, working them down his legs along with his boxers. He was long and thick, he was the perfect size and you were dripping at the thought of him railing his cock into you.

You hover over him, placing his cock into your opening and sinking down onto him, the head of his cock spreading you open. He was big, your walls hugged him tight as you push him in deeper, a low groan escaping his mouth as you take him in completely. You raise yourself up before sinking back into him, placing your hand on his chest as leverage.

“God Eddie, you’re so fucking big!” You moan out, his hands grabbing your hips, one of his hands slap your ass.

“Your pussy is so tight baby, god I’ve thought about this since I’ve left.” He growls, another slap on your ass.

Your hips move up and down, your pussy taking him in with ease. His cock hit every spot, your cervix being pounded into you as you ride him faster. You bite your lip, Eddie takes one hand and holds your cheek, a hard slap echos the room as your face stings.

“Yeah, you like that, huh? You like when I slap your cheek?” He taunt and you moan. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that?”

“Fuck- yes Eddie. God I love when you slap me!”

“Shit you sound so good moaning my name sweetheart.” He says as he begins to meet you halfway with his thrusts. “Say it again.”

“Fuck me- oh god, right there Eddie!” You whine out, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

He turns you both, you were laying down on your back as he fucks his cock into you. He looks down at you, your mouth agape at the feeling of his cock deep into you. A string of spit leaves his mouth and enters your mouth, you swallow instantly and he moans in response.

“God you’re fucking filthy baby.” He growls and grips your throat, squeezing the sides to where you could still breathe but your head was getting lighter.

“Fuck, Eddie I’m almost there!”

His cock drives deeply, hitting your g-spot and you cry out. The coil in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. You were about to snap. He slaps your face again as he thrusts into you.

“Oh my god- Eddie!” You cry out, your orgasm hitting full force.

“That’s it baby, ride your orgasm out on me.” He orders, you follow through.

Ecstasy fills your body, it’s almost like you were floating into space. Eddie continues to thrust into you, chasing his own high. His hips begin to stutter, they go at a still as his cock twitches in you, releasing his hot cum into your cunt.

“God I missed you.” He chuckles after pulling out, you grin.

“I missed you more Ed’s. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, you do something to me.” You laugh honestly.

“I could say the same baby. What are you doing later?” He asks you.

“Honestly I haven’t thought that far yet.”

“Well, what are you doing for dinner? Let say… a fancy restaurant tonight?” He suggests and you smile.

“Eddie Munson, are you asking me out on a date?”

“Depends on if you say yes or no.”

“That wouldn’t be very girlfriend of me to say no, now would it?” You ask, he raises a brow intrigued.

“Girlfriend?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i am focused."

he snorts. "you were drifting off,"

"i was thinking,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie stormed inside the trailer dramatically. You two had been fighting the entire ride from The Hideout and you were starting to get tired of it. 

It was such a silly thing. Eddie got jealous when he saw you hanging out with Steve earlier that day at the mall, and when some drunk offered to buy you a drink while Corroded Coffin was playing, Eddie had enough.

So after the gig he gave you the cold shoulder and a bratty attitude. You didn’t put up with it for long, giving him shit for it as soon as you got in the van.

“Eddie, please, calm down.” You said following him inside.

“I’m calm, okay? Trust me, this is me being calm.” He said as he paced around the trailer. Calm was the last word you would use to describe him. “If I weren’t I would be kicking Harrington’s ass right now.” He went to the fridge and took a beer out.

You scoffed.

“You mean the guy that carries around a baseball bat with nails in it? Right.”

Eddie looked at you offended, even more pissed off now.

“Excuse me? You don’t think I can take Harrington?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed tiredly.

“Sure Eds, you can totally kick his ass.” You said, but it only pissed him off more.

“Gee, thanks babe.”

“Why would you want to fight him anyway? He didn’t do anything wrong?” Now it was Eddie’s turn to scoff. “Eddie, I told you, I was just helping him pick up a birthday present for Robin! We’re friends! You have nothing to worry about.”

You knew that Eddie could be insecure, especially around people like Steve, people who seemed to have it all, when he didn’t have much himself.

“Don’t you believe me?” You asked sadly, wishing your boyfriend would trust you more.

“I believe YOU believe it.” He said.

“What does that mean?” You asked confused.

“You say you’re only friends, but you don’t see the way he looks at you.” Eddie explained looking down. “And I don’t blame him. But it pisses me off, he can have any girl he wants, why does he have to come after mine?”

You looked at him in disbelief.

“Eddie, I promise you, he’s not ‘coming after’ me. My friendship with him is platonic, with capital P.” you said, quoting Robin.

“Whatever.” Eddie rolled his eyes and sipped his beer. “He’s not the only one. I saw a guy buying you a drink at the bar.”

You wanted to scream out of frustration. 

“Seriously?”

“Are you going to deny it?”

You shook your head. 

“Fine! Yes, I accepted some stranger’s offer, because I wanted a drink. But what does it matter? I came home with you at the end of the night.”

Eddie groaned and ran his hands down his face.

“It does matter! It’s a matter of principle. How do you think it looks to me that MY girl is accepting drinks from other men at the bar?...”

You were so done with this fight. No matter what you said you couldn’t put an end to it. It was like Eddie wanted to fight, and would fight whatever response you gave.

So you just gave up on talking and took a different approach. 

As Eddie kept ranting on the guy that bought you a drink, you simply lifted your shirt and flashed him.  

It was a good thing you weren’t wearing a bra. 

No wonder men offered to buy you drinks…

Eddie’s eyes opened widely, his rant coming to a stop as he tried to process what he had just seen.

“You- Did you just- What?”

You smiled, loving how flustered your boyfriend got when he saw your breasts.

“You can’t just- Why would you- Dammit!”

He couldn’t form a coherent sentence and you laughed as you watched him scratch the back of his head. He had clearly forgotten what he was talking about.

Eddie’s face was getting red, and he looked around confused. 

He was mad, but also turned on, he was frustrated but stupidly in love at the same time. You could see he was having a hard time coming up with something to say, too many thoughts going through his head.

“Did your brain melt?” You teased.

“You little shit.” He mumbled. “That’s not fair! You can’t just do that!”

“What? You’re telling me you don’t want to see my tits?” You asked playing dumb.

“That’s not what I said.” He grumbled and you laughed. “You can’t just get out of a discussion by showing your tits! I’m trying to talk to you here and you-”

You just flashed him again, this time for a little longer.

Eddie threw his hands in the air.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE!”

He ran to you, lifted you up and kissed you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed him back, just as passionately.

After a moment you felt him sit you down on the counter.

“You really know how to make me shut up.” He said playfully against your lips.

You smiled and played with the neck of his vest.

“Just so you know, you’re the only one I do that for. These tits are for your eyes and your eyes only.”

"Never have I ever had sex in the forest," she giggles and glances at you, knowing that you've had an escapade in those woods. But to her surprise, you're not the only one who takes a drink.

"You too?" she asks Eddie. "With who?"

"A gentleman never tells," he replies with a twinkle in his eyes. You hope no one can see you blushing.

"Enough about Munson," Steve grimaces. "I have a good one. Never have I ever tried BDSM."

Again, it's just you and Eddie. Your cheeks are burning, though Eddie seems to be unfazed.

"Super weird that you two have so many of these in common," Robin muses.

"Yeah, crazy coincidence, I guess," you mutter, taking a huge gulp of your drink because, let's face it, you need it.

Nancy nods. "Almost like..." Her eyes go wide and she clamps her mouth shut.

Steve, however, lacks the tact that Nancy has, blurting out, "Oh my God, you did that stuff together??"

"When did this happen?" Robin sputters, nearly spilling her beer.

Eddie grins at you slyly. "Let's see...we last hooked up, like, an hour before we got here?"

"OH MY GOD!" Steve yells, running his hands through his hair. "When did this start?"

"Four months ago," you admit.

"FOUR MONTHS?" It's Robin's turn to shout. "You've been keeping this from us for FOUR MONTHS?!"

"How did this even happen?" Nancy pipes up, intrigued by the gossip.

Eddie shrugs. "Jus' bored and horny, I guess."

"You guys are such hoes," Robin snorts.

Eddie puts a hand to his chest, feigning shock. "We are not hoes!"

"So, is this, like, a thing?" Steve points between the two of you.

Truthfully, you're not sure exactly what this is. Eddie's right; this all started due to sheer curiosity and your attraction towards one another, but it felt like it morphed into something more.

Before you can formulate a response, Eddie speaks. "Y/N, wanna go on a date tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," you stammer, flustered by his question. "S-sounds good."

Eddie turns back to Steve. "Yeah, it's a thing."

He knew how important portraying a good image was for all the teens, but when Steve Harrington made mocking comments about his band, claiming he would never listen that kind of music, he felt... his ego felt hurt.

Corroded Coffin was very successful when that happened, so Steve's comment shouldn't bother him that much, knowing that kind of music wasn't for everyone.

Steve Harrington didn't have many things he enjoyed in this life, he worked for his parents in New York and he wasn't a fan of his job just as he wasn't a fan of Eddie's band music. The only thing Steve Harrington truly liked, was you.

"so... How do you record everything?" You asked, big bright eyes looking at Eddie with a smile planted on your face and Steve rolled his eyes, annoyed, because it seems that lately the only topic in their conversation was Eddie. "Is it cool? Like the movies?"

"Oh, is really cool, princess" Eddie started, smirking, and he could feel Steve's eyes trying to burn him alive "I could show you. I mean, the studio, you could go one day, sometimes the managers allow visits"

"It would be so cool!" You clapped, looking at your boyfriend with an excited smile and he couldn't help but give you one back. "I'm not a big fan of rock, I have to be honest" Eddie could say "But I'm always open to hear new things"

He smiled, and Steve's annoyed face only made Eddie feel better.

And that took you there. A quick talk with Eddie's manager and you were walking around the Label. Eddie took you to the room where Corroded Coffin recorded their songs, he explained to you the panel and showed you the instruments.

"I was working on a sad song, you know, something heartbreaking" He starts, and you look at him with a smile "You have any anecdotes?"

"No, I don't think so"

"C'mon, princess. You're telling me Steve has never break your heart?"

"He's not like that" you murmur.

Eddie chuckled and then looked at you dead serious "wait... so you don't know?"

"know what?"

"I– I shouldn't tell you, forget I say something"

But now you were left with this curiosity killing you inside, because what didn't you know?

"Tell me" you begged, looking at Eddie with doe eyes.

"I feel like I shouldn't. I mean, Steve's my friend..." That's not completely a lie "But, I've never been the kind to lie" That was in fact a lie "Steve brought a girl to the last party we had... The one where we celebrated the release of our new album"

You frown "But he told me he wasn't going to that party. He had an extra shift"

That was true. Eddie knew, and everyone knew. But he shrugged "He was here. With a girl. She was really pretty. Blonde, tall, skinny, I think she had a few works done but they looked good" You felt your heart drop at Eddie's words and looked at him, worried "Not that, not that you're not pretty because you are. You just have different kinds of beauty"

"What does that mean?"

"I mean she looked... wild you know, she dressed a bit like me, kind of" He smiles "But I like the way you dress too, I've always been a fan of those skirts you use... always wondered how would it feel to slip my hand under"

He starts, sitting on the chair in front of the recording panel and opening his legs, feeling like he owned the place and showing himself confident when you felt your legs starting to shake.

"Do you... do you think Steve slept with her?"

"Well, he did disappeared for a long time to go to the bathroom. A friend, who had a little crush on her, told me he lost her when she headed to the bathroom" He smiles "But, hey, I don't know, just... just silly observations"

You nod, your mouth biting your nails and feeling lost, because you couldn't think Steve was one to do that. Because he has never lie to you, and suddenly you found out he was not only where he said he wasn't but with someone else. Cheating on you.

Eddie took advantage of your distraction and took your bare leg with his big calloused hand "Don't think about it too much" He says, pulling you close to him "It's probably not true" Now his hand was really fucking close to your core "Maybe he wasn't even here and I mistook him for someone"

He knew Steve wasn't there. He send him a text telling him how sorry he was he had to miss the party, because yes, they weren't exactly best friend but they were rolling with the same group of people, so eventually they learned to deal with one another.

"You think?"

He just shrugs, sitting you in his leg, his hand caressing your inner thigh and slowly putting your underwear aside. "Eddie?" You ask, he just looks up at you and murmurs something "Whatcha' doing?"

"Just... just want to show you what I think Steve was doing... with that girl"

You frowned, but didn't complain, it was Eddie, who you learned was sweet, good Eddie. A role model for teens, and he was a friend of Steve, he couldn't try to harm your relationship, and it was merely superficial, thought you would like to remind your pussy that, because it felt wet. Like you haven't feel it in weeks.

"But you said he wasn't here" You pout. And Eddie tells you, again, he couldn't be sure. It was dark, and this was Los Angeles, there were tons of brown heads with pretty hair. "What if he gets mad?"

"You would figure out how to fix it, princess. Tell him it's not your fault. You were trying to solve a doubt, weren't you?" You nod and you open your legs more, Eddie takes your leg and puts it on top of his other leg, allowing you to be well open for him "Aren't you the best girlfriend? The prettiest too"

Eddie puts aside your wet panties and chuckles at your desperation, because this wasn't your boyfriend, and no matter how much you tried to play the morally-right part, you were horny, needy for Eddie's fingers.

You tried to move, allow Eddie to put his fingers inside of you instead of just circling your clit, but he had other plans, and he showed you.

"Baby..." He started "If you want me to show you what Steve did, you need to stop moving" And you nod, because in your head the thought of Eddie knowing exactly what Steve did was completely posible, and the fact that you were 'learning' the mistake your boyfriend committed was what allowed your conscience to stay still.

"Eddie I think I go–"

"But Steve took longer" he murmured in your neck, taking your hips with both hands, your core was touching against the fabric of his skinny jeans and he moved your body back and forwards.

"Eds–"

You cried, not knowing if it was because you wanted him to stop, or because you wanted him to keep going, at this moment you knew two things;

This was wrong.

This feels really, really good.

Your whole face felt hot, your body felt like it was about to burn in pleasure and your body moved so easily against the rough fabric because you were unimaginably wet.

"You like it, don't you?" He started, but you couldn't admit it, because it made you feel even guiltier. But he has never be more right in his life. You were loving it, your body was reacting in ways it hasn't with Steve. "Don't try to say no, princess. I'm seeing those tears, you're crying on pleasure. Your body can't stop moving against my thigh"

And it was true. You didn't notice when he stopped touching your hips but now your body was moving by itself, desperate to feel the friction against Eddie's body, maybe desperate for something more.

"Steve won't be–" you moan "He won't like this"

"What he doesn't see, doesn't hurt him, mhm?"

His finger starts circling your clit, moving around at a fast pace, adding two more fingers to his touches. "Up" he orders, and you happily obey, without thinking about it, you lift your body a little and he puts his fingers inside. "Ride me, would you? Ride my long fingers, baby. Then I'll replace them with ma' cock"

You whined, and you did it like a whore, happy to hear that instruction and wanting nothing more but to find your release in Eddie's fingers.

Your cum was leaking from your pussy, wetting Eddie's fingers completely and borderline jumping on them, and if it wasn't for his strong hand on your hip you wouldn't have any self control over this. The pleasure started to build in your belly, intense, your sopping pussy meeting Eddie's fingers over and over, making you scream his name, and beg for more.

"Eddie, we should stop"

He slaps your thighs and shakes his head, leaving a burning sensation in your skin, holding you when you came again in his fingers, and standing you up so he can unzip his pants.

"Dick would be cheating" you murmur, looking at Eddie's pink and hard cock. It wasn't as thick as Steve but it was almost as long.

"But you have to, princess" He pouts "I can see how needy your slutty cunt is"

You pout and shake your hand, knowing he's not lying, you can feel your wetness drooling from your thighs. Eddie doesn't care, he's taking your hand and your body, sitting you in his cock, slowly instructing you to go down. Not like you mind, of course, you couldn't complain. You weren't complaining.

"Fucking your boyfriend's friend, I see" He teases, smiling back at you when he feels your pussy clenching thanks to his words. "Cumming on other man's cock, aren't you? You get so wet at that thought I can feel your pussy begging me to keep it up. Such a dirty, dirty slut"

"M' gonna fill you up with my cum, baby. Steve's gonna wonder where you got all that cum from, what're you saying?"

"Don't know"

He smiles and takes your hips to make you move faster on his cock "Pretty dumb girl, you can't know, can you? You're just so pretty, so cockdrunk"

"Faster, Eddie" You cry.

"You' cumming again? Already?" He thrusts "Fuck, baby, if you cum that much and in so little I can see why Steve's obsessed with you, you make a man's ego grow big"

You moan and yell Eddie's name, your walls tightened around Eddie's cock. Eddie smiled at the sight of his cum drooling from your swollen lips.

You thanked you were sitting on Eddie's lap, otherwise you would've fall. When he cums, his hands slipped under your shirt, feeling a bit sticky from his attempts to clean your cum when he was fingering you. He thrusts deeper into you, making you see stars, and his movement were sending another building orgasm to your body.

Eddie's movements became more desperate with your moans, needing, wanting, to fill you up even more, his cock was twitching inside your sore pussy and he pulled out immediately after he came for a second time.

He took you in his arms and combed your hair, leaving what felt like an intimate forehead kiss and ordering you to see the mess you made on his cock and his jeans, your full pussy still tainting the fabric. A white, sticky mess leaking out of your pussy, now that his cock was out you were able to see just how much he cum.

"Did so good, princess"

"The song is really, really good" Robin mentioned back at Eddie's place, a few months after Steve decided to make fun of him. "Like the rhythm too much" She chuckles.

"Whose moans are those?" Steve said, looking at Eddie. "They... they really add to the song"

"A girl I met back at the last album release party"

He isn't sure whether he's relieved or annoyed, but eventually he settles on relieved. He opens the door for you, a nice gesture you appreciate, and offers you a hand to help you climb in. You accept it, but only because you're wearing a skirt.

Eddie, ever the gentleman, does not check out your ass as you climb in. You don't notice what he is or isn't checking out, but if you knew, you'd be grateful.

Eddie has the radio blasting. You immediately crank the knob, then reach into your bag and pull out a tape. Eddie does a double take. "You brought...tapes?"

You shrug. "Always prepared," you say as you push it into the slot and turn the volume up again.

"Oh no! No no NO!" he says and hits eject.

"What?! I love that song! It's a classic!"

"Tiffany cannot be played in my van. It's not allowed. No!"

You smirk and buckle your seatbelt. "You knew it was Tiffany within two bars. Wow."

He glares at you before putting the van into gear and pulling out. "I'm a musician," he grumbles. "What the hell else do you have in that bag?"

Condoms, breath mints, $20, and lip gloss, but you aren't going to tell him that. "Odds and ends. I like to be prepared, like I said."

"Hmm." Girls amaze him. Purses are amazing. He wants to carry a purse. Just to have all his shit, right there. Tapes and safety pins and...whatever. "Convenient," he says.

"Hm?"

He shakes his head. "Nothing." He glances over at you; you're holding a little mirror in your hand and carefully applying lip gloss. He licks his lips and his eyes flick back to the road. "Pretty color," he says. "Looks nice on you."

You snap the wand back into the tube and drop it in your bag. "You don't have to compliment me, Eddie. We aren't really dating."

"It was a for-real compliment for a fake date," he says. "Trust me, princess: I know the score."

You're both quiet the rest of the ride, each lost in your own thoughts. Each of you is wondering if this whole thing isn't some stupid, epic mistake, but for different reasons. Eddie because he has to go to a fucking prep/jock party, you because...well. Just because. You have your reasons.

(And they have NOTHING to do with the crush you nursed on Eddie all through middle and a big chunk of high school. You got over that ages ago. It's not a factor.)

He finds a place to park near Sharon's house and cuts the ignition. "You ready for this?" he says.

Your mouth quirks. You lean in and press a shiny pink kiss to his cheek. "Don't wipe it off," you tell him. "Now we're both ready." You hop out before he can react, and with a deep, fortifying breath, you make your way into the party with Eddie Munson at your side.

---

The party is kind of lame and people are staring at you and yeah okay maybe you had one or two too many drinks, but you're not drunk. You're not! Tiny bit tipsy at worst. Where the hell is Eddie? It's hot in here and you want cheese fries.

"Hey!" you say to some rando you don't even know. "Where's Eddie?"

"Who?"

You roll your eyes and push rando away. "Never mind." You wander the crowd looking for a familiar head of bushy brown hair, and finally you spot him smashed in the corner looking like your dog after she had puppies and wondered what the absolute HELL are these?!

"Hey!" you call. You stagger to him and poke him in the arm. "You look miserable. Cheese fries?"

"Are you calling me cheese fries?" he says with a confused frown.

"No, doofus, I'm asking if you wanna go get cheese fries. Get outta here? Leave? Flee the scene?"

"Oh fuck yeah! Hey, how much have you had to drink?"

You hold your fingers up a smidge apart, then spread your hands. "I dunno. Some guy kept handing me cups."

"Some guy? Who?" He looks around, scouting the crowd over your head, but no one stands out.

"Y'know Grover?"

"Grover? There's a Grover at our school? Or do you mean US President Grover Cleveland?"

That makes you giggle uncontrollably. Eddie grabs your arm as you start to tip, and you sag against him. "Noooo not president! I mean Grover the guy! Blue guy! Sesame guy!" You squint as you struggle to remember. "Sesame Street! Thas it." You hum a few bars. "Sunny day, chasin the clouds away--"

"Yeah, I know Grover from Sesame Street," he says before you can launch into the full song. "Come on, let's get you home. I think cheese fries can wait."

"You're Grover!" you cry.

"Huh?" He freezes in the act of securing an arm around your waist to stare down at you.

"Grover! From Sesame--"

"No, yeah, we've established which Grover. But why?"

You giggle and reach up to poke his nose. "Blue. Fuzzy. Monster grrrr! But sweet. Not scary. Monsters scary but not Grover! Also Fozzie Bear."

He frowns. "Babe, you are drunk and I am so fuckin lost."

"Bears are scary!" you say as he starts you toward the door. "But he wears a hat and a tie and tells shitty jokes. Silly ol bear. That’s Pooh! But you’re not chubby. Fozzie or Grover, that’s you."

"Okay, yeah. I'm a Muppet. Thank you." He rolls his eyes a little, but on the inside he feels sort of...warm? Hm.

"Yup! Soft and squishy boy." You poke his side, making him wince. "Not chubby, but kinda squishy. Squish cheeks, squish squish," you say as you poke his cheek. He bats your hand down. "Grover boy!"

"Please never ever tell anyone that. I'm scary as hell."

You giggle and make a face. "Oooo so scared."

"Okay, come on." Arm around your waist, your arm around his shoulders, he manages to drag you a few feet. You are not cooperating.

"Oooo let’s dance!" you say, pushing away from him.

"No, nope, I don’t dance."

"Daaaaance with me!!" You pull him with you into the crowd and start to grind against him. It's. Distracting, and for a moment he lets himself be distracted. Then he grabs your shoulders and gently pushes you back a few steps.

"You said you wanted cheese fries," he reminds you.

"Yes!" You poke his nose. "Squishy Grover find me cheese fries!"

He frowns down at you. "Seriously, though, how much? You are fucking wasted!"

"Dunno. Daaance!!"

He sighs and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you against him and lift you off your feet. "Dance this way, princess," he says, sternly.

You wiggle away from him, and as you spin you spot Nancy and Steve. "Nancy! Grove, it's Nancy!" You beeline toward her and Eddie follows with a long-suffering sigh.

Nancy's expression darkens as Eddie approaches, and he quails. You collapse against her and hug her tightly. "Nannnnncy! Look, I brought Grover!"

"What did you give her?!" Nancy hisses at him. "She's completely wasted!"

He holds his hands up in surrender. "Nothing, I swear! She found me like this. She said some guy kept giving her cups."

"Guy?" Steve says. "What guy?"

"She didn't know, or wouldn't tell me, but I think it was more than just beer."

Steve glowers. "Be back," he says and heads for the kitchen to bust some heads.

"Get her home!" Nancy says to him. She gently untangles you from around her and hands you over to Eddie. "Safely!"

"I'm not an asshole," he says, scowling. "That was my plan."

"Good," she says. "I'll call you later," she says to you. "Or maybe tomorrow."

Eddie lifts you again and half carries/half drags you out to his van. He loads you in and gets your belt buckled.

"You're so sweet, Grove," you murmur and squish his cheeks again. "Freshman me is dying."

He frowns and goes around to his side. "Why is freshman you dying?" he says as he starts the engine.

"Big crush!" you say. You wave your arms. "BIG crush! Oh man Eddie Munson, so cute and weird metal boy with a guitar!" You sigh and lean against the window. "Went away though."

"Ha." He clears his throat. You had a crush on him!? And it went away?! No, you're just drunk. Don't know what you're saying. "Yeah, that happens," he manages.

You lean forward and shove the tape back in. "I think we're alone now!" you sing at the top of your lungs. It's not even that part of the song. "You put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground alone now!"

He can't help but laugh. "Alright, Tiffany, you got it." He turns the volume down a bit. "Let's get you home. Nancy's little but she's kinda scary."

"Mhmm," you murmur. You're running out of steam and slumped back in the seat. "Scarier than you, Fozz."

He huffs. "I really fuckin hope you remember nothing when you wake up tomorrow. A goddamn Muppet."

“I’m not trying to date anyone, Steve.” You remind him adamantly, pushing his phone back toward him. 

Eddie was cute, handsome even—you could admit that at least.

“Oh, no—no,” Steve panics, shoving his phone into his pocket, “that’s not what I was implying.”

“Then what?” You ask with a soft laugh, “Are you trying to tell me I need more friends?”

Steve shrugs halfheartedly, “Not so much you—more him.”

“Fine, I’ll meet him.” You agree with hesitance, “On one condition.”

Steve rolls his eyes in amusement, a subtle smirk pulling at his features. “I’m not giving you free content—you’ve gotta pay up like the rest of the world.”

“Ew, fuck no—“ You reply in disgust, never appreciating the closed door policy in your shared apartment more than right now. “I was going to say you can cook dinner for the rest of the month—I don’t need to see any more of your dick than I already do.”

“Hey, that was one time—“ Steve defends weakly, “and I wasn’t even in that line of work yet."

“That’s worse!” You tell him, “That’s why we have rules, Steve.”

Despite that, Steve’s still one of the better roommates you’ve had and cleans up after himself better than you, most of the time, but what he makes up for in cleanliness, he lacks in spatial awareness—eventually he learns to keep the door closed.

He brings Eddie back to the house the next night, busting through the door with giddy excitement, in the middle of an animated conversation when Steve catches you on the couch, scrolling through an endless list of movies with no idea what to watch.

“See, I told you she’d still be up.” Steve tells Eddie, closing the door behind him as they both hurled toward the couch, squeezing you between them. “Have you eaten?”

You grimace at the overwhelming smell of body wash, the obvious post orgasmic energy radiating from both of them.

“No,” You sigh, resting your hands in your lap and fiddling with your fingers idly, nose scrunching up in irritation, “—god you two smell like you drowned each other in a tub of fucking green apple.”

“I need to buy some,” Eddie says, “it’s all Steve had with him.”

You nod slightly, “So, how was the turnout?”

The both break out into a grin, clear that it was nothing near disappointing. “Someone sent in like five thousand, I think—something around that. Not to mention all the new people it brought in since Eddie’s fanbase grows by a thousand every fucking day.”

“I can’t even wrap my own head around it.” Eddie admits honestly, eyes flitting toward his bare knees that showed through his ripped jeans. “Anyways, it’s nice to official meet you.”

Eddie turns to you then, sacharinne smile on his face.

“Oh, right,” Steve remembers, “yeah—this is Eddie.”

“Should this feel weirder?” Eddie asks, “I feel like I kinda just busted in here—“

“And I wouldn’t expect anything less,” You look over toward him briefly before glancing back at Steve, “not when you’re friends with this idiot.”

“Hey—“ Steve retaliates in defense.

You chuckle softly, forcing yourself up from the squished space between them.

“Wait, where are you going?” Steve asks, leaning up from the couch like he’s going to follow.

You step to your phone, reaching for it from where’s resting on the counter, tossing it into Steve’s hands, his reflexes impeccable as he catches it with ease.

“You two can celebrate your record breaking sex tape by buying me dinner,” You smirk, “I’m feeling—“

“Chinese?” Eddie suggests, both of you glancing over toward a mortified Steve.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.” 

Eddie’s never been more instantly intrigued by someone in his entire life—he’s seen pictures, heard about you through Steve, but nothing prepared him for actually being in your presence.

He had to learn everything about you.

Steve can’t admit his jealousy, but it’s there—definitely.

It doesn’t take long for you and Eddie to click, and when it happens, it’s impossible to seperate you both. Eddie streams a lot, more than half of the week and similar to a full-time job, and it seems just as exhausting as a regular nine to five—and Steve’s been kind enough to support you through your own hardships, both with the money of his parents and his, it’s made life easy for you and a lot less stressful as you navigate through your final year of college. You had great friends and there was no doubting that, but it blows your mind just how much money Eddie makes in a month—hell, even a weeks time.

You don’t argue when Eddie tries to pay for meals or nights out, knowing he would string things into a full-blown argument if it boiled to that point—not out of frustration and Eddie would never realize his voice out of tone, but he had more money than he knew what to do with, so spending it on and for the people he cared about seemed like a good enough reason. It becomes tradition—Eddie starts taking Sunday’s off, a day designated for the both of you; time to relax and check-in.

It usually ended up with you two sprawled out on his couch or his bed—this time, his bed—talking about whatever came to mind. You were always curious about his job, whether it be the things he did, the people he encountered, and Eddie never had any qualms about answering.

“What about stalkers?” You ask timidly, playing with the cuff of his sweatpants, delicate fingers dragging over the curve of his ankle. “Steve had one once—it got really bad.”

Eddie shakes his head, body curled around his pillow as his fingers rubbed against his blanket. “I guess I’ve dodge that bullet so far.” He admits, feeling appreciate that he’s avoided the creeps that well. “But, you always get the occasional weirdo who pays for a private showing—those are always tricky.”

“Can’t people request those whenever?” You ask, glancing over at his sleeping computer, his expensive camera covered for—well, reasons. Despite living most of his life online, he was still paranoid to some degree—and maybe it would be easier to not have his setup in his bedroom, but he enjoyed his small apartment and it didn’t make sense to uproot himself, not when he felt safe here. Plus, he was closer to you, and that’s all he really cared about. 

“It depends on my availability—they usually schedule it around what I have set up but sometimes I do surprise and I typically charge more for those, but I haven’t done one in a while.”

You sit up slightly, turning over onto your stomach until you’re beside him, head propped up in your hand as you looked at him. “Why?” You ask curiously.

Eddie laughs weakly, “Well, I use to do them on Sundays.” It dawns on you then, mouth forming into a soft “Oh.” 

“Yeah, so I don’t do them anymore,” He shrugs, “I mean, they were good money—like, really good. But, the more people are willing to pay, the weirder things get.”

“How weird?”

Eddie looks away briefly, racking his brain for all the odd encounters he’s had, “Uh, there’s a lot of feet.”

“People showing you their feet?” You ask incredulously.

“No, no—“ Eddie interrupts with a chuckle, pressing his hand against your cheek gently, thumb soothing out the furrow in your brow, “mine and the other person usually gets off to it—“

“Like, men?”

Eddie shrugs, “Usually—my audience is predominantly male but there’s a good mix of everything, it makes no difference to me as long as they’re not being excessively creepy.”

“This is fascinating.” You mumble to yourself, noticing Eddie’s smug grin. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Do you—do you wanna watch one?” Eddie asks boldly, there’s a tinge of hesitancy in his voice that maybe you’ll decline—not that he would be offended, but he knew how curious you were about all of it, even from the little of it that Steve has exposed to you.

You don’t immediately say no, “Won’t that be weird?” You ask, “I think part of me has avoided all of it because I respect that part of you—“

“I don’t need respect, sweetheart. It’s my job.” He says with a smile, tapping his ringed pointer finger against the tip of your nose. “So, whaddya say? Free of charge.”

“Sure, I’ll bite.” You giggle softly, letting him climb over you clumsily to settle himself at his desk.

“Go sit over there,” He motions toward the book of his bedroom, a cozy corner with a fuzzy chair that looked way too expensive. You took a seat, pulling the decorative pillow over your lap as you crossed your legs, watching as Eddie typed away furiously at his phone before placing it against the top of his desk, pressing at his keyboard until his computer came to life, “—I’m trusting you to be quiet, okay?”

You make a motion of zipping your lips, earning a subtle head shake from Eddie, his hand reaches up in a grabbing motion.

“Pass me that lube.”

Your eyes switch to the table quickly, noticing the small bottle of clear lube, sitting there, out in the open. It was his bedroom, you couldn’t judge. You pick up the bottle carefully, pinched between your thumb and pointer finger, tossing it in Eddie’s direction.

“It’s a new bottle,” He tells you, catching the bottle in one hand, “and I keep my stuff clean.”

“I believe you.” You respond, hands held up in defeat as you settled back into the chair.

It doesn’t take long for him to find a willing customer who had nothing better to do at ten o’clock on a Sunday night—he snaps into the persona easily, a more rambunctious, showy version of himself. You laugh quietly, catching the way his hands rub over the front of his sweatpants absently—you can only assume it’s to assist himself in getting hard. You’re not a prude either, by any means, so it’s not shocking or outrageous to watch, but it feels slightly invasive.

And it wasn’t that you didn’t find Eddie attractive—you did, tremendously, but things have never tipped past the point of typical friendship; he hugs you longer than necessary and sometimes kisses you on the cheek or forehead, but outside of that, it’s normal. Eddie also loves to cuddle, but that’s not even necessarily reserved for you, because you’ve caught him doing it with Steve too—but their dynamic was so vast and complicated that you didn’t want to try and dissect it.

Eddie starts off slow, a kind greeting and genuine smile, attempting to connect with the person on the other end. Eddie’s never judged people and the way they attempt to make connections, whether transactional or not—it was his job and he enjoyed, even the more awkward and strange ones.

You watch on with a faint smile, thumb tucked between your teeth as you chewed gently at the skin—to Eddie, it was like you weren’t even there, but deep in his mind he felt it; pensive eyes and anxiety of his next move, maybe he had taken things too far. But, there was no turning back now. 

It ramps up rather quickly, his hand slipping from palming over his sweatpants to his thumbs tucking into the fabric to pull them just under his ass, his half-hard cock in view now, slightly obscured by the arm of his chair. 

It’s astonishing, the fact that you haven’t seen Eddie’s dick until now, in such a nonchalant manner. To him, it was a normal day—knowing that thousands upon thousands of strangers already knew what his dick looked like, his ass, practically every part of his body—yet you’ve only been privy to what he’s shown you. His face, his chest, and maybe a glimpse of him in his underwear at most—littered in tattoos from head to toe, constrasting against his pale, milky skin. 

You can’t hear the person on the other end as much, let alone see them at this angle, looking at an oddish angle from the corner—you can’t see Eddie’s face fully, but it’s flush, cheeks reddened from exhurtion. He snaps open the bottle of lube from below the desk, expertly squirting into his hand before tossing it to the floor carelessly, hands switching positions with ease. His left comes under to cup his balls, right hand covered in lube as it wraps around his cock, pulling gently at the shaft, thumb rubbing over the slit at the tip tenderly, moaning some outlandish remark to the person on the other end—their name or maybe their username, you muffle the small laugh that escapes with your hand.

Eddie can hear it too and it breaks his concentration slightly, open mouth pulling into a faint smirk, releasing an obnoxious moan into the air, mostly for the sake of teasing you. It’s effective enough, shutting you up for the remaining duration of the show until Eddie’s coming into his hand harshly, eyes squeezed together in concentration as he squeezes the head of his dick in an effort to stop that painful throbbing—it never felt as good when it was forced like this. It was all for the customer’s sake. But, you still couldn’t help the way your thighs squeeze together at the sight of Eddie’s hand covered in his own come or the way his dick looks absurdly good in the low light, shining and sticky with lube. 

Eddie shuts off his camera soon after, letting out a long shaky sigh as he uses the towel at his desk to wipe himself down.

“So, thoughts?” Eddie asks curiously, peering up from his chair, head still downturned as he wipes at his stomach.

“Pretty tame.” You shrug, though you’ve never really expected to mark consensual voyeurism off your list of things to try at least once in your life, let alone with Eddie. 

“They’re not always crazy,” Eddie says, pulling the band of his sweatpants back over his groin, allowing himself some decency as he turned to you, swiveling in his chair playfully, “—was that…too much?”

“Oh—me, watching you?” You stammer, shaking your head furiously. “I didn’t—I mean, it’s like work for you. But, it was…interesting.”

“You’ve never watched someone masturbate before, have you?” Eddie asks with a hint of teasing.

The boldness of the questions were shocking—Eddie was egging it on and you couldn’t be bothered to stop it. 

“I—no.” You decide on, feeling inclined to offer up an embarrassing secret, considering the situation, “I don’t do it, either—I’ve never tried it.”

“You’re fucking with me.” Eddie huffs a laugh, leaning forward in his chair, hands clasped together as they press under his chin. “You’ve never even—like, not even with a partner?”

“Oh, yeah—I just, don’t do it, you know?” It feels like a redundant question, so Eddie doesn’t answer. “Sex is…kind of an afterthought to me, it’s never really been that great. I only ask a lot of questions because I’m nosey—“

Eddie snorts at that, nodding in agreement. 

“So you’re telling me you’ve never even snuck off with one of Steve’s mountain of sex toys? Just out of curiosity?”

Another shake of your head. 

Eddie clears his throat, the gears in his brain working tirelessly. He feels the need nagging at him, unspoken—it was deservice to you, having never felt what a good orgasm could be like and Eddie was a pleaser, after all.

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping by asking—“ You brace yourself, squeezing at the pillow tucked between your legs, “—do you want to?”

“Masturbate?” You ask with a faint laugh.

“Yeah, but—like, I could help?” 

Eddie isn’t even sure what he’s asking, but it clicks in your brain immediately.

“You don’t find that weird?”

“I literally jerk off in front of strangers for money and fuck my friends for the exact same reason.” Eddie explains, shrugging his shoulders. “Plus, everyone deserves to feel good—look, the offer is there if you want to—“

“Okay,” You answer quickly, quick enough that Eddie’s eyes widen slightly in shock, “but, maybe we can smoke a little first?”

“You don’t have to be nervous about it—“

“No, I know—I just thought it could be more fun that way.”

It was definitely the nerves, but Eddie agrees regardless.

“This is ridiculous.” You giggle, shifting between Eddie’s spread legs, bare from the waist down. “Isn’t it?”

“Not at all,” Eddie says comfortingly, rubbing at the underside of your thighs as he settles behind you, your back resting against his bare chest, “we can try a vibrator if you want—or if you feel more comfortable just using your hand—“

“Hand is fine,” You reply airily, letting his palm cover your hand without question, “if it doesn’t work we can try something else.”

“Oh, it’ll work.” Eddie replies confidently, forcing down the chuckle that rises in his chest. His mouth falls open in concentration as he pulls at your hair gently, pushing it to one side as he peers over your shoulder, “here, rest your head.”

You lean back slightly, glancing up to him briefly. His smile is warm, brimming with excitement and temptation at the idea of doing something so contrasting from your normal behavior. 

“Which feels more comfortable?” Eddie asks, switching between your two fingers—pointer and middle then middle and ring.

“Uh, the second one?” You reply hesitantly, switching between the two briefly, “Wait—yeah, definitely the second one.”

Eddie laughs again, the tingle of his high settling in.

“Okay, we’ll normally I would suggest lube but spit works just as good,” Eddie says, nodding toward your mouth slightly, “—just lick your fingers—yeah, like that.” Eddie watches with intensity as you bring your fingers to your mouth, sucking in the two fingers briefly until Eddie pulls them away, pressing them against your core. “A lot of people can’t come from just penetration so that’s why it’s important to pay attention to everything else—I don’t know how you usually do it—“

“Uh—I’ve never really,” You linger around the words, feeling silly for not allowing yourself to say it, you giggle softly, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a proper orgasm before—I know the feeling but it’s never hit me, if that makes sense?”

“You’re telling me this now?” Eddie asks with a pitched tone, eyebrows disappearing under his bangs. “God, okay—I’ll just lead you through what I usually do and let you take over when you’re comfortable.”

You nod slowly, feeling the faint press of his fingers against yours, dragging up your cunt slowly, grazing against your clit.

“I can’t believe you’ve never even came before—“ Eddie mumbles, not necessarily to you, more of an unfiltered thought, “who the hell have you been fucking?”

You sigh softly, his fingers leading yours in slow, loose circles of the tight bundle of nerves, “Doesn’t matter.” You reply carelessly, “You said you’d help, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie answers quickly, his other hand settling on the inside of your thigh, keeping them spread open, calloused fingers resting against your soft skin. He circles your clit once more, picking up the pace slightly, you jump at the motion, eyebrows knitting together. “There we go,” He coos, noticing your change in expression, “see how good that feels?”

You nod lazily, free hand circling your entrance, fingertip grazing against the opening—it’s not a new feeling, it’s just never been your own hand doing the work. The first finger dips in with hesitancy, Eddie’s pace slowing slightly at the sight, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. 

It feels lackluster and the angle sucks, your fingers not filling you out as well as you thought they would, you curl them desperately, sneaking in another finger in hopes that it might help, but it’s nothing but frustration on your end.

“Hey, hey—“ Eddie interrupts, noticing the stress of your lip pulled between your teeth, “let me do it, you focus on the other half, yeah?”

You nod in agreement, his guiding hand leaving you suddenly. He slips his rings off his fingers wordlessly, dropping them in his bedside table, the clang defeaning in the silence of his room. 

“I’ll keep it slow,” Eddie tells you, “just communicate what you need.”

With another nod, his first finger breaches you slowly, the stretch different from your own fingers—wider, larger, more filling than your own. “Oh,” It slips out involuntarily, hand shooting over your mouth at the sound, “—sorry, I’m not trying to make it weird—that just feels so—“

“Good?” Eddie asks with a laugh, tongue peeking out between his teeth as he grins, “It’s fine—make all the noises you want, I wasn’t really holding back earlier either.”

“Okay.” You reply quietly, your fingers dragging over your clit testingly, fingers slick with saliva, creating an intense, breathtaking sensation as you fall into an easy pace, Eddie’s fingers matching that rhythm.

The sound of your own wetness as Eddie’s fingers move within you is enough to make your body go hot with need and embarrassment, feeling his finger curls against the soft, sponge nub inside of you.

“You hear that?” Eddie teases, “That’s all you.” His finger crooks again, pulling a broken whine from your throat, body curling forward slightly at the sensation. “There she is.”

You laugh softly at his choice of words, feeling less intimidated that Eddie could make light of such a situation, having just as much fun as you were. 

“Another one,” You tell him steadily, stopping momentarily to watch him push another finger inside, free hand resting against the curve of his wrist, feeling every movement as he worked his fingers inside of you, “fuck—that’s really nice.”

He smiles into the side of your head, face buried in your hair.

Your fingers pick up quickly, rubbing harsh and intense alongside his relentless fingers, pistoning inside of you with  an objective, determined—Eddie couldn’t live with himself if he let you leave empty handed.

“Shit—okay, I feel it.” You tell him honestly and he feels it as you clench around his fingers, your breath picking up quickly, soft moans becoming more and more desperate and Eddie could feel himself being drunk on the sound. Eddie hears the sharp whine from the of your impending orgasm, his fingers pulling away quickly to spread your thighs open wider, having flagged slightly from your desperate movements, hips searching for relief. 

“Keep going,” He encourages, gentle squeezes into the underside of your knee as he holds you open, “I know you can.”

And you’re not sure why his words help, but they do.

You gasp sharply, fingers swiping over your clit in desperate circles as you come, an intense sensation the rushes throughout your entire body, moaning wantonly through the euphoria. Eddie’s hand slips under your chin, pulling your face up to look at him—you can barely keep your eyes open, but he’s staring at you intensely, nodding and speaking unintelligible words that you’re thankful you can’t hear, knowing it would wreck you even further. It feels like you’re underwater, fingers finally slowing as Eddie releases you, hips aching at the relief of it.

“Holy fuck,” You curse, falling back against Eddie in exhaustion, throwing you both into a fit of unexpected giggles, “that’s—oh my god—“

“Sweetheart, that’s nothing.” Eddie assures you, devilish grin overcoming his features. 

“You have to show me more.” You practically beg, face lightening up in joy, “Seriously.”

Eddie’s never agreed to something faster.

From that point on, it’s a dangerous game that you and Eddie fall into without any fear of how easily they could damage your friendship—but that’s where the trust in each other lies, you’ve never been more open and comfortable with someone than Eddie, aside from Steve—but those were completely different situations.

And what starts as innocent lessons in sex and teaching you what and how things should feel, according to Eddie’s expansive experience, quickly turns into mindless and self indulgent pleasure—and no one’s ever gone down on you until Eddie. Ever.

It quickly turns into one of his favorite things—and after his bad days and streams that put him into a bad mood, he’ll bury himself between your legs and devour you until you’re panting his name, gripping his sheets so hard they might rip. 

Eddie initially thinks you’ll be disgusted by the idea of him being with other people from time to time, but it never really crosses your mind as odd—you normally sit in on his sessions now, when you’re not busy doing your own thing, but you usually opt out of watching his streams with others—even when explicitly invited, not that any of his friends cared.

Steve jokes about it once and you can’t believe it.

“It was only a matter of time,” Steve tells you both, having sensed the change in energy weeks ago, but only bringing the knowledge to your attention now. You and Eddie were still very much friends, just with the extra benefits, “—hey, the audience is always talking about how we should add a third—“

“Absolutely not.” You reply quickly, drowning out Eddie’s similar protests. “I’d rather watch you two fuck each other, and that’s already enough to melt my brain.”

“Hey, you gotta give Steve some credit,” Eddie defends playfully, “he’s a great bottom.”

You snort loudly, watching the betrayal cross Steve’s face.

“And you’re a selfish top.” Steve snarls back, kicking his feet up on the table.

You suddenly remember Eddie’s similar answer to the idea of a threesome, curious of why he agreed so quickly.

“Wait—why did you say no?” You ask.

“I didn’t think you’d want to be on camera.” Eddie replies—it’s a logical answer, but not nearly in the realm of being correct. You could care less, it was just a lack of opportunity and genuine want to do it—if served the right circumstance, you might—but a threesome with those two, it sounded like your worst nightmare. “Plus, you treat Steve’s dick like it’s a disease so I used context clues.”

That and he really didn’t feel like sharing. 

“Steve never told you, did he?” You ask with a weak laughs, glancing over toward Steve. “He doesn’t know?”

Steve shrugs, earning a pillow to the face from you.

“What?” Eddie presses.

“I was Steve’s gay awakening.” You admit, “It was literally that bad.”

It did stunt your sex drive for a while, but you didn’t blame Steve—you had enough problems to work through, but Eddie had been a big help to change that. 

“Hey, I love you, though.” Steve tells you earnestly, meaning every word. “I’m glad it was you rather than some horrible interaction with someone I barely knew.”

“And look at me now,” You arms thrown up dramatically, “I’m literally surrounded by sex, everyday—it’s really is my destiny, I think.”

It’s a horrible joke, but it was your current reality. You yank Eddie into the privacy of your room soon after, falling onto his lap with ease, feeling the hard outline of his cock through his thin pajamas pants, earning a subtle eyebrow raise from you.

“Sorry,” He apologizes, “I didn’t stream today and we’ve been around each other, I can’t help it.”

You smile at his raw honesty, grinding down against him pointedly.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He teases, gripping tightly at your hips.

You two still hadn’t crossed the threshold of sex just yet—you hadn’t even had his dick in your mouth, but you’ve seen it plenty of times thus far, just never in the context of when he was doing things with you, the pleasure being so focused on you that he never even took the time to care for himself, besides, he was getting enough fulfillment in the acts he did for money—at least that’s what you always assumed. So, when he finally asks you that question, you’re not sure how to respond.

“You,” You shove a gentle finger at his chest, before turning to point to yourself, “want me, to have sex with you—on your stream?”

Eddie nods with assurance, the fingers gripping your thigh digging in slightly, grinding you against him teasingly.

“Why?”

It wasn’t a simple question, or even a simple answer, but Eddie tried to explain his reasoning as best he could. 

“People get tired of the same thing,” Eddie says, “not that I’m trying to use your for content, it’s like when I do stuff with Steve, a lot it’s just for fun with a little technicality mixed in—we obviously plan some stuff out but for the most part it’s just improv.”

“Yeah—but we don’t do that stuff,” You say pointedly, “are you trying to suggest that the first time you want to fuck me is on camera?”

“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” Eddie tells you, you stop his movements with a hand on his chest, eyeing him down, “we could play it up, obviously.”

You make a face, feeling slightly confused. 

Eddie laughs, taking a moment to find the best way to express what he’s trying to say. “Like, we do scenarios sometimes—so since it’s your first time, maybe—“

“You want people to think I’m a virgin.” You deduce.

“Yeah—I mean, they won’t know, but people love that shit.”

“And what am I getting out of this?” You ask timidly, other than the idea of mind-blowing sex with your bestfriend—you had no doubt Eddie was capable of whatever he needed to do to make it all worth watching and taking part in.

“Half profit of whatever we make,” Eddie says, “and, I’ll take you that really nice place over on the west end that you’ve been talking about.”

“But, the place costs a fortune.” You protest but Eddie shakes his head vehemently. “Are you sure?”

“I actually expected you to say no,” Eddie laughs, “was that all it took?”

You shrug indifferently, “I’m easy to please—besides, I’m curious.”

“Oh, you’re gonna love it.” Eddie smirks salaciously, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you down over him, burying his face into the front of your chest, forcing a squeaky laugh from your chest. 

“You can stop fidgeting.” Eddie laughs, throwing a few random items on his bed; some lube, a condom, and a small piece of fabric that you can only assume is a mask. You grab it, holding it up without question. “Oh—for anonymity, if you want.”

“I don’t care,” You reply, tossing the material to the side, your fingers sift over the other items, grabbing the foil package, “—we talked about this, Eddie.”

“I have multiple partners in a month,” Eddie says, “I don’t want you feeling like your health might be compromised—“

“You get tested every two weeks, don’t you?” You ask, trying to reaffirm what he’d told you days earlier. “And I’m on birth control—Eddie, I thought we figured this out.”

Eddie leans his hands against the mattress, shoulders flexing with the movement as his necklace jostles against his chest.

He sighs deeply, “I know—but when the camera goes on I can’t really switch out of it until after, and even that takes a minute, I just want you to feel comfortable.”

Your finger loops into the chain of his necklace, pulling close enough that your noses touch, his hands scrambling to hold himself up. 

“I can handle it.” You tell him steadily, eyes locked on his own.

He nods, swallowing audibly. “Uh—well, consider this me apologizing in advance for anything I say.”

You laugh softly, “I think I can handle it.”

And it was a total lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

When the camera turns out, Eddie switches into it easily, your gaze downtrodden and avoiding the lens, terrified to make eye contact with any of the messages in his chat. Eddie’s already naked for the most part, sans his loose sweatpants that weren’t leaving much to imagination, his cock swaying freely beneath the fabric. He leans into the camera, the viewers flooding in by the masses. 

“I know, I know,” Eddie soothes the viewers, “you’re probably wondering what’s going on—I’ll explain, but my friend here, she’s a little shy.”

He reaches behind himself, rubbing a comforting hand along your thigh, eyes connecting for a brief moment.

“She’s never been on camera before,” He smiles, glancing back at the screen, “but she’s also never been fucked before.”

There’s a flurry of messages that even Eddie can’t keep up with, “Crazy, right? And she’s bestowed that honor upon me to rectify that situation—and you all get to be a part of it.”

He’s eating it up, you can tell, taking a moment to turn away from the camera to laugh quietly, trying your best to keep it together. 

“So, be nice,” He warns, “and make sure to leave some very kind words and tips on her behalf.”

There’s a moment where he cuts his camera off, transitioning it to a brief pause screen, giving him the chance to move around the room freely, coming to kneel on the bed in front of you. His fingers tip under your chin, eyes softening at the sight of him. 

“You ready?” He asks softly.

“Mhmm.” You hum, offering him a shy smile.

Kissing Eddie isn’t as weird as you anticipate it to be—it’s lips against lips, wet and sloppy, but it’s still better than anything you’ve experienced so far. Eddie kisses with enthusiasm and wandering hands—the screen switches over out of the corner of your eyes before you realize that Eddie’s holding a small remote in his hand, likely to control the different cameras he had set up, before placing it on the blanket beside you both, hidden from view.

Eddie pulls back slightly, letting you chase his lips eagerly. He leans back further, just out of reach, before dragging the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, letting out a deep chuckle. 

“Look at her,” He speaks to the audience, “so fuckin’ needy.”

And you get it now—he was enticing to watch, off camera and on, but being a willing participant to it, it was the type of thrill you never imagined being able to feel. 

“Want that pretty mouth around my cock,” He admits, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip, “what do you think, sweetheart?”

“Please,” You speak softly, feigning a sort of innocence that Eddie knew was mostly for show, but it still sent a twinge of pleasure straight to his dick, “can I?”

Your hand reaches up tentatively, rubbing his hardened cock over his pants, not entirely new to you, but knowing that things would escalate from here had a surge of confidence running through your body. 

His hands squeeze at your jaw, forcing your mouth open slightly. “I’m not sure if you can fit all of it, but we’ll try.” He comments, earning a subtle eye roll from you. He reaches his hands under his sweatpants, shifting them down far enough that he can pull his dick out, the waistband settled snug under the curve of his ass, his hand palming at himself sparingly. “Open.” He instructs, guiding you up by your jaw onto your knees until your ass is resting on your calves, legs spread wide for show, your hands settling on his upper thighs from where he’s towering over you on his own knees.

Dick’s aren’t supposed to be pretty—they weren’t usually and you’ve seen your fair share, but there was something about Eddie’s. It could’ve been the contrasting black ink of the tattoo etched into the skin right about his groin, highlighting his assets in an unconventional way, or just the confidence that oozed from him in sexual situations. Either way, your eyes were drawn to his cock, his thumb rubbing over the slit at the tip of his dick, milky drop of precome smearing over his fingers, shining in the overexposure of his lights.

“Wider,” He instructs, your tongue lolling out slightly, “good girl.”

Your eyes flutter shut at the word and Eddie realizes he might’ve hit the motherload, shoving that away for later. 

He taps the tip against your tongue, ruddy and wet, pulling at the length of his shaft slowly. “Lick it, sweetheart.” He smiles, “Get it real wet.”

Your tongue drags along the underside testingly, circling his tip with hesitancy. You’ve given enough blowjobs to know the basics, but it’s never felt so magnified, knowing so many people were watching. And Eddie’s not sure what to expect either, but he’s more than hopeful. 

Your mouth waters at the prospect, gathering enough saliva to spit out over his dick before your hand comes up to replace his own, spreading it all the way down. Eddie curses, arms outstretched lazily as he watches, keeping himself together well despite how insanely turned on he was. For a brief moment he thinks that this is a terrible idea, not sure how well he could keep himself together.

“Fuck, let’s see how deep we can go, okay?” He suggest, his dick breaching your parted lips, pushing into your mouth slowly, you breathe deeply through your nose, letting him push as deep as he wants—he’s budging against the back of your throat and there’s nothing, which surprises you—you feel like you should gag, but the actual feeling never happens. It’s a surprise to you both, your eyes widening in disbelief. 

“Holy shit.” It’s an honest statement, you can hear it in his tone. “That’s right, sweetheart—love seeing you take my cock so well.” And maybe that is too, but you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. Eddie pulls out slowly before plunging back in with a similar intensity, using your mouth for his own selfish need and feeding of your reactions, soft gasps for air, eyes tearing up as he picks up the pace, pulling back suddenly with your head grasped in his hands, one hand tucked snug under your chin while the other holds your hair back, gripped tightly in his fingers. 

His breath is just as baited, staring down at your red, irritated lips—having been stretched uncomfortably and shiny with spit.

He pulls at you roughly, maneuvering you onto your knees until he could reach your face, pressing his lips to yours hungrily and using it as an opportunity to whisper to you quietly. 

“You didn’t tell me you don’t have a gag reflex.” He says in a hushed tone, sounding slightly upset.

“I didn’t—I didn’t know, I swear.” You say defensively, his mouth sliding against yours in an effort to mask the conversation. “Eddie, I’m not lying.”

“No more surprises, please.” He begs with a soft laugh.

You nod slowly in understanding, letting Eddie avert the situation by asking a redundant question.

“Yeah? You want to give them a little show?” He asks with a sneaky smile, glancing over to the camera.

The tips had started flowing in instantly and Eddie hadn’t bothered to even look at any of it, too focused on the task at hand. 

Eddie shifts on the bed until he’s positioned behind you, hands resting low on your waist—you’d put on some gaudy, expensive lingerie that Eddie had bought you for this particular occasion. It was white, intricate lace with sheer material doing nothing to cover you up—it was perfect for the situation but so far from your own taste, but for Eddie you swallowed that pride. It made up for it with the grin that covered his face when you walked out of his bathroom earlier that night.

Your face sucks away from the camera, eyeing Eddie’s hand as it flattens out over your stomach, dragging along the skin delicately. “Do you need help?” He asks sweetly, peering over your shoulder and up to the camera. You nod slightly, letting his hands roam the full expanse of your body, over your breasts, down your stomach again and cupping your cunt in the fullness of his hand, his fingers grazing against the obvious wetness that had pooled there—he wasn’t sure how well this was working at first, but that small bit of evidence affirms it for him. He grips slightly, fingers digging into the fabric near your entrance. 

“Fuck,” He curses, the feeling causing you to gasp involuntarily, mouth dropping open in response, “are you gonna let me play with this pretty little pussy for everyone watching?” 

You nod dumbly, rocking into his grip subtly. 

“I’m not even sure you can’t take my fingers, sweetheart.” He lies, pushing the fabric with his fingers over your hole, your ass nudges against his still uncovered cock and he bites back a quiet groan, and you can assume that definitely isn’t for the camera. “Let’s take this off,” He suggests, fingers dragging along the curve of your breast, “show off those beautiful tits to everyone.”

Eddie pops the clasp easily, dragging the straps over your shoulders slowly until there’s nothing left for the material to snag into, falling from your chest and to the floor, round tits and soft buds that are squeezed between Eddie’s grip showing my, kneading the flesh until you’re keening into his touch, head falling back against his shoulder as his fingers pull at your nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers.

He can see the chat going wild, more and more generous donations flowing in by the second, he leans over to whisper into your ear, hands still working diligently.

“See?” Eddie points out, “They can’t get enough of it.”

You nod subtly, letting his hands drop for your breasts to slip into the front of your lace panties, fingers stretching against the fabric. 

“You’re not so innocent, are you?” He asks teasingly. “Do you want to play with yourself while everyone watches?”

Again, you nod, letting Eddie manhandle you down gently toward the bed, a similar position to the first time he guided you to an orgasm. 

“She’s pretty naughty, isn’t she?” He asks and it takes you a moment to realize he’s talking to his viewers rather than you. He pushes the thin fabric down your legs, dropping it to the floor lazily. “And naughty girls like the attention, don’t they?”

He glares down at you, his hands spreading over the inside of your thighs to hold you open, cunt on bare display for thousands to see. 

“Show them how you touch yourself,” He instructed, “—how badly that pussy of yours is begging to be filled.”

Your fingers tease lightly, drifting over your clit with a severe lack of attention, two fingers dipping inside of you with ease. 

You were rushing it on purpose, hoping Eddie would take over and make it all a little less embarrassing. He does, taking the opportunity to make a sly comment.

“Someone’s a little eager.” He laughs, chest rumbling at the motion. 

“It’s not enough,” You pout dramatically, peering up at him with soft, half-lidded eyes. Eddie didn’t expect you to play your part so easily and so well, breaking his persona for half a second as he stared back at you, nodding deftly. “Can I have your fingers, please?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” He smiles softly, swatting your hand away gently to replace it, his larger hands able to cover more area, joining in with the other as he wastes little time, a large finger pressing inside as he circles your clit. 

It’s the first genuine, unrestrained reaction you give all night—hands grasping at his forearms desperately, gasping sharply at the overwhelming pace he sets.

“We have to be sure I can fit, baby.” He coos and you feel your heart skip at the word, having never heard it fall from his lips until just now—it was addicting. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Eddie waits until you’re a moaning mess, hair mused over your face and cheeks hot from the action of bringing you to the brink so many times, cutting you just short of a glorious orgasm—he was holding it off for the finale, his dick straining just as hard from where it was tucked snug between you. 

When the time finally does come, Eddie’s positioned you over his lap from where he’s resting on his heels, the stretch of his larger thighs enough to seat you comfortably. He’s got a loose hand around his cock, rubbing it against your core teasingly, sparing a few looks in your direction as his eyebrows pull together in concentration. 

“First cock inside you and you’re letting me go in raw,” Eddie comments idly, more for the viewers sake than your own, “I’m honored, sweetheart.”

“Want it so bad, Eddie.” You plead, “I want you to be my first.”

Eddie very nearly breaks at that, turning his face to cover his full-faced laugh, and you’re feeling a little slighted at how easy it was for him to break with how hard you were trying to play up the idea that he initially came to you with—there were a million other creative directions he could’ve taken it but that was what he chose. You pinch him in the side briefly, controlling his facial expressions and focus back to something more appropriate.

You cant your hips up, the wetness of your cunt gliding over his dick until it clips your entrance, sinking down over him slowly with no warning. You gasp involuntarily—the stretch is real, nothing painful or out of the norm, but it’s been a while and you can’t deny the sting at being filled, satiating that urge you didn’t know you had. Eddie groans out brokenly, looking as wrecked as possible in the moment as he watches his dick disappear into you slowly, using the hold and momentum he had on you to force you to wait, moving his hips in small thrusts until you adjusted to his girth and size. 

For a brief moment, you forget what all of this is actually for.

Eddie lifts you slightly, watching your face contorted in pleasure, the warmth of your inner walls like a vice around him.

“Oh fuck,” He comments through a huffed breath, “squeezing my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“It’s so big,” You reply breathlessly, “you’re so—“

Eddie shushes you, the hand that’s not wrapped firmly around your waist rising to brush your hair away from your face, giving the watchers a clear view of your expression, eyes locked on the place where you two were joined together so intimately.

You expected it all to feel weird—and maybe the acting was a bit much, considering Eddie wasn’t nearly as raunchy outside of this, but you’ve never felt more comfortable with someone, and if you were to do something so risky with anyone in front of a mountain of people, you were glad it was him.

And you feel that ache deep in the pit of your stomach, the primal need for release, aiding Eddie in his movements to fuck yourself back against his dick, leaving him no choice but to let you take over—his legs give out and he’s scrambling until he’s seated on his ass, giving over full control to you as you rode him with fervor, hips bouncing eagerly on his cock until he’s nothing but an incoherent mess of praises. He’s never folded underneath someone so quick, distracted by his own building orgasm, the pressure building at the base of his dick.

“Fuck—I’m gonna come.” You warn, pressing your palms against his chest desperately, your movements less concise.

“You know the rule,” Eddie breathes out, voice shot, “ask nicely, sweetheart.”

You nod desperately, head thrown back in ecstasy as your mouth falls open on a soundless gasp. “Can I come? Please—need to come, fuck, I can’t—“

“Can I touch you?” Eddie whispers intimately, earning a subtle nod in return, forgetting everything but the desperation you felt. Eddie’s fingers only manage a few short, quick circles before you’re clenching down on him, coming with a strained moan as you ride out through the intensity of it—Eddie’s holding off, hand gripped tightly at the base.

“Fuck, good girl,” He says softly, “—can feel you dripping down my cock.”

You nod lazily, feeling Eddie tap at your thigh in an effort for you to move. You switch positions quickly, his face scrunched up in concentration as he kneeled over you, tapping at your face until your mouth fell open. It wasn’t something you initially discussed beforehand, figuring that he would probably just finish inside of you, knowing that’s what people really wanted.

But he couldn’t help himself, because it was what he wanted at that moment, his eyes pleading as you nodded in agreement. He rested the tip of his dick against your tongue as he tugged furiously, using his other hand to hold your mouth in waiting as he groaned loudly, coming over your tongue in long, forceful spurts, his eyes falling shut from the force that it hits him, jaw slack. He rubs tenderly at the joint of your own jaw, tugging at his dick until the feeling finally fades, the ache in his stomach slowly dissipating. You make a show of closing your mouth, swallowing the mouthful of come that sat on your tongue, finger dragging at the corner of your mouth where a small amount had started to dribble out, sucking unnecessarily on the finger until Eddie can’t help but look away, feeling oddly shy considering the situation.

Eddie finishes out the stream in his normal fashion, pulling his sweatpants over his waist lazily as you disappear offscreen after Eddie lands another open-mouthed kiss on you, tasting his own come as your tongue sneaks into his mouth without warning, chuckling softly at your antics.

Eddie discloses that he wouldn’t be doing any private shows afterwards, mostly because he was exhausted—but he also just didn’t feel like it, which was entirely normal for him, but he knew that aftercare was important. It happened with Steve occasionally, after a few rougher scenarios, and he couldn’t imagine leaving you alone after something like this. It also dawns on him that he really just wants to spend time with you. 

Once everything is finished up, he peeks into the bathroom as you’re stepping out of his shower, towel wrapped tightly around your body, wet hair dripping on his tile floor. 

“How was I?” You ask with a lilt to your voice, fishing for compliments—even though you knew you didn’t need to.

Eddie smiles warmly, coming up behind you, staring over your shoulder into the mirror—it was contagious, forcing you to smile too. 

“You’re a natural.” He says honestly, his hand winding around your front to tip up under your chin, head tilted slightly to look at him from a more comfortable angle. “But, I never want to do that again.”

You open your mouth to argue, but Eddie interrupts quickly.

“I can’t hold it together with you like I can with others.” He admits, “I can disconnect from it, but you—it’s so hard.”

“Eddie,” You say softly, “are you trying to say that you have a crush on me?”

Eddie doesn’t answer, letting you go almost immediately, not willing to deal with your teasing so openly. 

“You do,” You call after him, “—I want to hear you say it.”

“It doesn’t—“

You follow after him in nothing but your towel, shoving him against his bed weakly, his knees hit the edge and force him to sit. 

“Say it.” You push, forcing your knee between his outstretched legs. “Or I’m not testing out my severe lack of gag reflex on you ever again.”

“Hey, that’s uncalled for.” Eddie protests petulantly, avoiding the teasing finger you point his way, his hand shoving yours away gently. “Fuck—fine, I like you. Why does it matter?”

“Because we could have been fucking this entire time. I thought I was just your little passion project—“ You tell him, laughing at the thought, “not that I cared—but I just figured you wanted to stay friends, that’s why I never crossed that line until you asked me.”

“You’re unbelievable.” He sighs, pulling at the underside of your thighs until you’re seated carefully in his lap, not caring that the water was probably soaking his cotton sweatpants.

“Are you forgetting who our mutual friend is?” You ask, “I’m not that bad, Eddie.”

“Close enough.” He smiles, earning a soft hand to the side of his face as you shoved him away and hopped off his lap, trodding away toward the bathroom again. 

Eddie was enamored, with good reasoning, and he couldn’t help himself. He’s never done relationships or even half-assed sexual centric friendships, it was all very new to him. Still, he couldn’t help but want everything you had to offer and give everything he had in return. 

There’s a few pings from the bathroom, your phone nearly vibrating off the counter.

“Hey,” Your voice carries, earning a soft “Huh?” in response.

“You should probably call Steve—I didn’t really tell him we were doing this.” You say quickly, hoping that Eddie could be the one to break the news. “He’s probably losing his shit.”

And surely enough, the rest of the night was spent shoved together on the couch of your apartment, listening to Steve ramble on about how betrayed he felt.

“A word of warning would’ve been nice—I’m just trying to support a friend and then I see one best friend fucking my other best friend—I can’t unsee that.”

“So you watched the whole thing?” Eddie asks with a chuckle he can’t force down, glancing over at your horrified expression.

Steve shrugs, “Yeah—it wasn’t horrible.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You retort, “You’re just jealous that people liked me more than you.”

“Not even close.” Steve lies horribly.

Eddie watches you two with amusement, head switching back and forth between your endless banter.

“Well, it’s not happening again so you have nothing to worry about—people still love you.” Eddie defends, earning a supportive nod from you.

Steve smirks, “Yeah—that’s what they all say.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Steve shrugs without answering—he knew you both well enough, and despite Eddie’s protest about keeping real connections offline, it was a damn good marketing idea.

“I give her three months,” Steve says, elbowing Eddie in the rib, “You—one, maybe two.”