my body is a lake…

you’d met beck in paris at the local coffee shop across the street from the bookstore she’d occupied herself in with book signing.

the local shop happened to just be a coffee shop you owned.

after her long day and afternoon beck walked into the shop in hopes of some relaxation and more writing, or typing as she would do.

funnily enough, you had no clue who the girl was. simply thinking she was a pretty girl that looked completely out of place in the popular but comfy café shop.

in hopes of not disturbing the hard-working blonde, who hadn’t ordered a single thing since she walked into the shop about an hour ago; you walk up to her calmly with a subtle lavender macaron in hand.

something peacefully sweet as she appeared, if that was something you could even say.

you had evidently startled her as the preoccupied girl grasps at her chest, exhaling a little gasp.

nonetheless, she beams dazzlingly with relaxed eyes, a small hint of drear hazing inside her blue irises.

she looked truly exhausted.

"i apologize, you’ve been here for a while and haven’t ordered anything. so i thought i might bring a little something?"

you hand the small brown bag over and she takes it gently. her hold on the bag was almost as soft as the sound of her delicate voice.

"thank you, that’s kind of you! i’m sorry are you about to close up? i don’t want to be a bother."

you're quick to reassure.

"we’re 24 hours, you’re welcome here. stay for as long as you need."

guinevere beck shines one of her heartwarming smiles, eyes twinkling.

with that you walk away, leaving the pretty girl on her own accord. occasionally, fellow customers walk into the shop and leave out with their orders in hand.

but she’s still sitting there.

with quite a strange look on her face, as if she’s thinking, or puzzled about something.

just as you turn to clean off the counter and look back there she is standing in front of you. her attention on the menu perched high above your head.

she appears even more stumped than earlier.

you realize momentarily that the entire menu is completely in french.

"ugh, i’m so sorry. i come to your country and can’t even speak nor understand the language."

the girl speaks in an expressive whisper.

the frustrated look on her face is quite adorable. you don’t think about that for long, not wanting to be outlandish.

"it’s fine! i have a translated one. i wasn’t aware you were a foreigner, you seem so comfortable here."

that is a lie, but you’d rather make her feel better about the unfamiliar area.

"really? i feel so misplaced. i’ve come here to vacation but my manager managed to sneak a book signing up on me."

you laugh and the girl sends a playful gaze over your way.

about three hours have passed of endless conversation with the girl who you recently found out is named guinevere.

like the legendary queen consort.

although she makes it very clear that she prefers beck.

“just beck, please.”

she huffs and you could only imagine why.

“i mean, my parents were assholes with the naming. everyone just calls me beck.”

her distraught explanation is entertaining to you, you’ve never met someone with such a unique name that despises it as deeply as she does.

"so yeah! i’m here for six months to grab inspiration for my next book. i like it here, everyone is so kind."

that makes you smile, hopefully, she thinks you’re kind too.

against your better judgment, you lock up the coffee shop with a simple note of arrival later.

beck’s words flow intricately yet in a way that doesn’t make her sound too profesoresqe.

she talks of all things but to you, they sound of only the most interesting of things.

beck grew up absolutely adoring poems, she’d write small ones and reminisced how her innocent mind pondered in every moving and living creature.

the american blonde spends her time searching all places for inspiration, even you can see that her attention to her surroundings has paid off greatly.

she’s filled with beliefs, bringing you to the actualization of things you never needed to think about.

the two of you even get into a playful argument about whether orange juice or apple juice is preferable. eventually, you give in to the competitive girl.

you’re too caught up in your conversation with guinevere beck to stop and it’s come to some point when you finally realize you’ve both stopped at a cute studio downtown.

assumingly, this is where beck is staying.

you can’t help but feel anguished. this means goodbye, your conversation must end now.

"well, this is me."

beck sways with the cool late paris air, strands of her blonde hair blowing prettily against the evening breeze.

"it was nice to meet you, ms. guinevere beck."

the blonde blushes, but hopes you’ll blame it on the extra blow of wind.

you don’t.

"it was nice to meet you too."

you wave goodbye, with not a single swap of contacts from one another. only her name and the small pieces of information you do know about her.

beck gladly opposes the way the entire exchange is inevitably ending, so she takes matters into her own hands.

calling out to you, while clutching her body nervously. she feels a sudden emptiness that she isn’t quite used to as you make a move to walk your own separate way.

beck was here to sign books and vacation, not to flirt with strangers. she has to remind herself, but she’s glad when you turn her way; hearing the small whisper as she says your name.

almost as if you were waiting for her to call you over.

you’re a complete stranger, no matter how friendly you may seem. beck doesn’t think about all of the dangers, just the swarm in her heart at the conversation the two of you shared.

she wants more.

for some reason you didn’t feel so strange, not when she’d told you her childhood stories and awkward teen problems.

beck can’t let you go now, she’s gotten too attached and you’re the perfect distraction.

"why don’t you come in? i’d love to show off some of my work. i can’t have you walking back all alone and lonely either."

you’re nearly jumping for joys as beck allows you in.

her studio is cute and tiny in a cozy way. your eyes immediately settle on the living room couch with cute beige throw pillows, a single green one lays awkwardly.

the lights are dimmed perfectly and your eyes bounce off of all the many furnishings that adorn the place.

"i thought why not make it like home, i’ll be here for some time anyways."

beck is clearly a reader from not only what you’ve both talked about but the books neatly tucked in dark oak bookcases.

"it’s cushy, i love it."

your fingers trail the spines of each colorful book and beck observes you curiously.

"any of your favorites in there?"

beck questions, two fingers pressed against her lips while she leans against the couch.

your response follows immediately.

"you have all of shirley jackson’s most notable works here."

"oh, you’re familiar with her. is she popular here?"

you turn to a very inquisitive beck, she’s sat on her couch now.

"i’m originally from paris, but i moved to california throughout my tween years for junior high. then, i decided to move back. i guess i felt homesick-”

“my middle school teacher forced us to read the lottery, it was so morbid and strange to me then that i fell in love with her works."

beck grins, biting her lip.

you wish to bite her lip too.

“so would you say you’re an avid shirley jackson fan?”

you smile, looking away to hide your absurd content of beck.

“yeah, something like that.”

there’s a silence in the room that causes you to look back at beck. she’s holding a copy of the lottery in her hand, scribbling words into it.

you hadn’t even heard her get up from the sofa through all your staring at her collection of books.

beck saunters over to you slowly, book in hand. she slides it into your open satchel. it fits nice and snugly, like it belongs there.

"keep that, and don’t look at it until you’re at home."

the pretty blonde stands so close that you’re able to see each freckle that stamps over her features. you count each one, in hopes that your heart stops beating so quickly.

involuntarily, your eyes slip to her pink lips after a couple of late seconds they finally flicker back up. you can tell beck notices but she doesn’t seem to care, you watch her do the same thing.

eyes at your lips then back to your eyes, repeating that process twice more.

beck is the first to lean in. her blue eyes subtly turning to a more greenish-blue hue that you find yourself easily getting lost in.

you take the time to gauge her reaction, even with everything happening so fast. she gives you one last look before closing the small space between the two of you, and relief washes over you as her soft lips touch yours.

a subtle shutter rakes through beck’s body, you can feel it, listening closely to the desperate sounds she makes with your lips on hers.

while beck does look innocent, she holds her weight. it’s like the two of you are fighting for the crown of dominance, you can’t tell who is winning.

beck’s teeth gently bite at your lips, and her confidence reels you in. your hands wander to deepen the kiss in your own way.

her waist fits comfortably in your hold as if she belongs like this, in this exact space and time.

beck’s lips hover slightly over yours, as she pulls away for a small breather. you can feel her warm breath, she tastes sweet on your tongue.

not candy-sweet, not pastry-sweet, and not even syrup sweet. she has her own taste, something exotic that you can’t put your finger on.

just as you anticipated.

when things seem to go farther than you prefer at the time, you slowly pull away.

turning beck down the nicest way you can, no matter how dissatisfied you feel when her lips are gone.

you leave your hand resting on her red-tinted cheeks, beck peers at you. you’re relieved when she doesn’t look offended.

“i’m sorry-“

beck tries to say but you’re already apologizing.

“no, it’s not you. i just don’t want to take advantage of you. can i maybe take you out to a bar? get to know you?”

“i’d like that.”

two fingers are again pressed against beck’s lips, a habit you’re learning that she does often. for extra measure, you lips are back on beck’s for a quick peck.

a gesture that should be inappropriate for people who’ve only just met, but you feel some odd connection to the american blonde.

it’s late, very late by the time you and beck make it to the bar. you’re familiar with the owner, so without reservations, the two of you slip right in.

it wouldn’t have been a problem anyways, the bar isn’t filled with many people and you can comfortably hear beck over the music.

“i feel underdressed.”

the pretty girl frowns and while you can agree with her, both of you are quite underdressed. you’re wearing a black shirt that happens to look the slightest bit dressy, and the first pair of pants you could bother putting on before work.

while beck looks wonderfully herself in a black shirt fitted underneath a clean red blazer, alongside a matching pencil skirt which brings out the rosy color of her cheeks and the sultry red of the lipstick prodded on her lips.

now that you analyze the girl fully, you realize she doesn’t look underdressed much at all.

her care for her appearance makes you smile.

“you look beautiful, and besides no one will care. enjoy yourself, you need it.”

beck grins at your genuine compliment, lifting a glass of dark wine to her lips. you watch the deep red liquid trickle at her lips as she purses them to drink.

“you’re too kind for your own good.”

you’re not surprised even for a second when the conversation changes to one of beck’s life, as if it wasn’t something the two of you were talking about for the past few hours in your bakery.

truly, you are intrigued by the american girl.

“do you live far from your bakery?”

beck questions, you’ve quickly realized how much eye contact she holds when conversing with you. like she’s hanging onto every word carefully as you speak.

“i actually live above it.”

“oh! so a duplex?”

“yes, yes. a duplex.”

beck is excited at her correct guess.

the two of you are a little over tipsy by the time it’s decided to leave the bar. what was supposed to only be one, or two glasses of wine turned into much more than you’d like to think about.

you feel as though you could talk to beck forever, and although that could honestly be the buzz of the alcohol talking you’d like to think it’s not.

beck thinks the same as she invites you into her studio once again.

you sit on her couch and she sits with you, after about a minute or two you find beck’s legs resting on top of your lap. you don’t mind at all, just focusing on the conversation at hand and the way her lips meet when she chats.

or how her eyes twinkle from the dim lighting of the minimal darkness.

beck is pretty, but you’ve known that for some time now.

“he thought i was bluffing and unfortunately for him, i wasn’t.”

beck recalls, cackling about an unfortunate circumstance with a past professor. you find amusement in her words too, with how flawlessly they fall from her tongue.

there’s a warm silence but after a while, you finally respond.

“i’m happy you’ve found your place in this world.”

you say randomly and you don’t miss the crook of beck’s eyebrow as she eyes you with confusion.

“you’re doing what you love, you didn’t let creepy professors stop you. it’s inspiring.”

you add, staring at beck’s hefty book collection and zoning out just a little.

“is everyone from france such a sweet talker or is that just you?”

the blonde tilts her head to the side, curled strands of hair falling into her face. beck’s eyebrows raise in a playful, flirtatious gesture.

“just me.”

“i should’ve known.”

beck finds her place in your lap, you don’t push her away this time. you’re a little more confident, and you want this even more badly than the first time.

you cup beck’s cheek in your hand, and she sighs deeply into your mouth when your lips connect.

soft and delicate.

you allow her tongue to roam into your mouth when she’s ready.

beck wastes no time and admittedly, you’re not mad about it. she’s very handsy, her fingers reach to pull at your collar and she’s moving your hands to rest on her sheer tight covered legs.

“i like you a lot.”

beck mumbles over your lips, licking over her slightly swollen ones.

“i like you too.”

“are you sure you’re not just saying that to spare my feelings?”

“no never.”

it’s like the two of you are playing tag, with flickering eyes darting to each other’s lips and back. one waiting for the other to submit to their desire of the other first.

your hand remains caressing beck’s thigh and her arms wrap around your neck to bring herself closer.

you meet her halfway but beck is already on your lips first, pressing her mouth against yours in a soft yet heated embrace.

just as quickly as beck had pulled in, you grow intoxicated in her kiss and only wanting more. just as you begin to deepen the kiss, grasping beck’s fabric-covered skin in your delicate touch, she pulls away.

a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“gotcha.”

beck teases, her blue-green eyes sparkling with amusement.

you can only muster up a defeated laugh, shaking your head in dazed disbelief.

“such a tease.”

you say, already leaning in for her sweet taste again.

beck snickers, her cheeks pinched, and eyes locked on yours in a passionate tension-filled gaze.

“I know,”

she shrugs.

“but it's more fun that way.”

With that, she pulls in for another kiss, this time holding on a little longer before pulling away again, a playful glint in her eye.

but before she’s able to say anything more you’ve already got her entrapped.

the tension between you two only grows thicker. you listen closely for those perfect sounds that come from out of her lips.

she moans softly, beck’s hands caressing your face as you deepen the kiss. you wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer as your tongues dance together in a heated embrace.

for just a moment, the two of you lose yourselves in the pure intensity of the kiss, bodies pressed together in passion.

you taste her sweet taste, cloudy with the bittersweet wine. beck moans softly against your lips, a sound that only fuels your want for her.

as the kiss comes to an end, you pull away slowly.

with a coy smile, you whisper;

“your turn.”

leaving beck hanging just as she’d left you, desperate and wanting more while she toyed with you.

beck settles back onto your lap, eyes locked on yours like she’s still not ready to let up the lip-lock wars.

surprisingly after that, you don’t end up in beck’s bed.

that doesn’t mean she doesn’t heavily insist.

“it’s a king-sized bed, i don’t want you to be uncomfortable in here.”

beck pleads, hugging herself over her white hotel robe. curled blonde hair tossed from the earlier movements, her cheeks and nose haven’t yet simmered of their color.

through the night, beck and you have gotten relatively close. you feel content with her, and based on the fact that the blonde is naked under her robe you can assume the same goes for her.

beck saunters over to you, standing above as you sit on her couch with a light blanket in hand.

“i’ll be fine, i promise. get some sleep.”

“you can always crawl in if you change your mind, i’ll leave the door open.”

“okay, goodnight beck.”

you miss the disappointed look on beck’s face as she bites her lip out of frustration. she’d kissed you over a thousand times yet you won’t step foot in her room.

beck understands your boundaries are solely out of respect as you’ve said, but she wants nothing more than for you to disrespect her.

no matter what that may consist of.

it’s not your intention to leave beck frustrated but supposedly you do. you’re fast asleep, whiles she’s giving herself muffled climax after muffled climax.

you don’t hear beck in her bedroom riding the little green pillow she’d stolen from the couch, with bangs sticking to her forehead from exertion.

her pleas of pleasure like desperate whimpers as she rocks back in forth, chasing something that she believes you should be giving her.

beck covers her mouth with one hand, the other fisting at her blankets for stability. underwear left on and sticky, a feeling she craved of the extra friction.

whine after whine, gasp after gasp.

it wasn’t like she was waiting for you to fuck her into the mattress, that wasn’t the case. but it’s been some while since she’s had an intimate touch, and the shadow of your lips from earlier was not helping to damper that need.

the pleasure beck gives herself knocks her right into slumber, it’s easily one of the best naps she’s gotten in a while.

beck knows it’s because she has company but the girl would never admit that, not even to herself.

church bells ring, birds begin singing their songs, and the city awakens with the chatter of people commuting their way to work and school.

the smell of croque madam floods the senses of your nose; awakening you and as your eyes fall open, beck’s pretty eyes are the first thing to unblur in your sight.

she speaks softly to the point where hearing her voice is like hearing the gentle seine river and its delicate lapping.

“i’m not really a good cook, not really a good cook at all actually. i tried researching french breakfast, i didn’t want to get all stereotypical but i think i ended up just confusing myself.”

beck rants, sipping out of a cute little green mug. nearly the same shade as the pillow she quickly snatched from the couch.

you’re handed the plate of delicious-smelling food, nothing appears to be wrong with it. nothing besides the fact that it looks homemade, the touch of some sloppiness is cute to you.

you can tell the blonde tried and that warms your heart.

“you don’t have to eat it, i thought you might be hungry.”

the fork is already inside of your mouth as beck speaks, you chew, savoring her use of flavors.

“it’s great, thank you. really beck, taste amazing.”

“i realized halfway through cooking that you literally own a bakery. you could work more magic than i think i ever could in the kitchen.”

you take another forkful of the familiar dish, getting a mouthful of the lightly toasted brioche bread followed by slightly overdone eggs and savory ham.

the food is still warm like you’d woken up at just the perfect time. it’s good and you silently finish the portion beck had given you.

“you should be more confident with your cooking beck.”

you throw her a piece of advice and she smiles.

silence fills the living room and you’re suddenly made aware of your bareness.

hardened nipples pressed against your white undershirt, made visible by the thin material. you’d forgotten to put your bra back on, finding it too uncomfortable at some point throughout the night.

your phone rest on a little stand, a charger plugged into the device. you smile up at beck, she’s already looking at you.

“thank you.”

“no problem.”

you’re checking the time on your phone, you’ve woken up earlier than usual.

6:37

which is a pleasant surprise considering how late you’d fallen asleep last night after bar-partying and lip-locking with beck, watching half a movie smushed somewhere through the time.

feeling like you’ve overstayed your welcome, you frown.

reality sets in, you have to get back to work at some point. your workers can’t cover for you forever, and you can’t take beck away from her endless writing for too much longer.

it’s like she’s read your mind, but your emotions are evident and beck is good at putting two and two together.

“have to get back?”

“i’m afraid so, i’ve got like thirty missed calls.”

you muster up a sad laugh.

“well, i’ll walk you over.”

beck says, as if you’re unfamiliar with the town but in all actuality you know it like the back of your hand.

you return your missed calls on the way back to the bakery, your hand finding beck’s at some point so she doesn’t feel too ignored.

“oui papa, i know…d’accord, i’m on my way.”

you huff as you hang up your phone. beck looks over at you, neglecting the scenery her eyes were once fixated on.

“everything okay?”

beck questions, trying to not intrude. you’ve known her long enough to not take it that way.

“just my parents. i think they thought i’d gotten kidnapped.”

“i stole you away.”

beck hums.

“you did.”

you smile, playfully.

the trees sway as the harsh winds push past them, awaiting the rain that will eventually fall sooner or later. leaving a muggy and wet paris day meaning more customers will welcome themselves into your bakery.

seldom heavy rain, not particularly weather you care for but weather you’ve grown accustomed to.

“does your accent always change when you speak to others?”

beck questions, pointing out randomly.

“maybe a little, i think. my parents have been saying i’ve been americanized, so i try to speak french more with them. they pick on me.”

you laugh, giving beck’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“tell me some words.”

beck requests curiously.

the rest of the walk to your bakery is spent teaching beck some much-needed french terminology. her pronunciation is not great, but it’s cute and you find amusement in teasing her about it.

you open the doors for beck, allowing her in first. not realizing your parents are standing near the counter, staring at the girl you’ve brought inside their bakery.

your mother is the first to speak up.

beck can’t understand a thing your parents are saying, and you’re glad because your father spends a good five minutes scolding you.

as if you were a child.

then your mother’s eyes land on beck.

she reverts to english immediately, skipping to address the daughter that they’d just spoken to. it’s obvious to her too how out of place beck looks in france.

“hello love, are you a friend of our daughter?”

our daughter? is that any way to address your child?

beck glances at you, then steps over to shake the hand of your mother.

“hello, yes. i’m guinevere, nice to meet you.”

the drag of every other word is amusing enough to put a smile on your face. she nearly sings her hello.

“such a pretty american girl.”

your mother says, more to you and your father than beck.

“mère s'il te plaît.”

you plead, pulling beck away from your overbearing mother.

“oh, hush. i’m just being kind. save the extremities, no need for the french. let the girl understand what you’re saying.”

of course, your mother is one to scold you for something she’d done not even five minutes ago.

you look at your father, a silent plea for him to take your mother and leave.

“okay, we know she’s alive. everything is all good here.”

with a gentle kiss on beck’s, and your cheek. your overbearing mother is out of the bakery, which you’re glad about.

“i’m so sorry.”

you apologize, wiping the kiss your mother pecked upon beck’s cheek.

beck finds this incredibly funny.

“it’s fine, they love you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

you don’t bring up much more about your family, considering beck’s situation with her parents in fear that she’ll feel the shocks of grief that any rational person would experience.

“i have my mom, but we don’t talk anymore.”

“my dad is dead.”

two things she’s told you over her own volition of drinking at the bar.

the poor girl is practically an orphan.

“can i grab you anything? tea, coffee, hot chocolate?”

beck’s face lights up.

“oh! i know that one, i’ll have the…chocolat chaud.”

she overly enunciates her last words carefully with bright blue eyes that twinkle with the sharpest tinge of grey.

“good girl, you catch on fast!”

you utter absentmindedly, working behind the counter. not catching the hitch in beck’s breath at the nickname.

at expert speed, you whip up a full mug of thick, rich french hot chocolate.

“looks so good.”

beck says, eying the cup of hot chocolate. skimming over each little swirl of whipped cream and a handful of marshmallows.

you click your tongue with disapproval as beck picks up the mug with two hands. she quickly puts the dish down, her eyes on yours.

peering at you like a child that had gotten into trouble.

“use the spoon, i promise it’ll taste better.”

beck obeys, scooping the thick liquid into her mouth.

a moan leaves her lips.

you feel rightfully accomplished.

“good?”

you question, as a boost for your ego.

“it’s amazing.”

while beck downs her french hot chocolate you speak, allowing her to fully delve into the warm treat you’d given her. she hangs onto each and every one of your words, holding her familiar deep eye contact.

she’s finished in a short matter of time, leaving her lips tasting of rich chocolate.

which you’re more than eager to kiss, but you let the temptation subside.

“okay, i desperately want to get out of these clothes. want to stay here? or come with?”

beck follows you into your duplex without even as little as a second. her hand in yours, and for a good while she’s completely at a loss for words as she looks around.

you place your satchel down on your couch, opening it to fish out the book beck had given you.

she’s laughing at you, and your enthusiasm.

“that’s pretty much useless now.”

beck says, watching as you flip through the first few pages.

a neon pink sticky note plastered on the fifth blank page. beck’s phone number written on it.

“xxx-xxx-xxxx call me ;)”

is all it says, and you’re grabbing your phone to dial the numbers into it. it’s difficult for beck to contain her amusement, she’s hanging on a thread to contain her laughter.

she plays along as you dial in her number, beck’s phone chimes with your contact and she picks up.

you hold your phone to your ear and beck does the same.

“thank you for the number, ms. guinevere beck.”

then you’re hanging up and walking over to the american blonde, you can’t tell if she’s speechless or simply isn’t bothering to talk.

you press your lips against hers, and it’s a delight how smoothly her lips move with yours.

like a puzzle piece that adores clichés.

you really do like guinevere beck.

and she really likes you too.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

at first glance, anyone would assume eddie was the bad influence.

you were the sweet girl that sat at the freak’s table, surrounded by talk of some cultish game and the obvious drug dealer.

but that wasn’t the case, and you enjoyed the constant foolery. like you were living some double life that only your boyfriend knew the other half of.

in the eyes of the town, you were everyone’s sweetheart. people naturally gravitated to the girl who was constantly smiling as if all she thought about was rainbows and fluffy kittens.

all they saw were good grades, a popular girl, an abundance of friends and one odd anomaly.

eddie munson.

even eddie found some humor in your consistent hoaxing too, so much so that it became some type of stupid inside joke.

you were eddie’s sweetheart by day and his nympho by night. or whenever time it was that you wanted him to take you.

you were the girl who enjoyed it when her boyfriend spat in her mouth, with a fire in her eyes that only the craziest of people would adorn.

the girl who liked when her boyfriend wrapped his hands around her neck while he fucked her dumb, squeezing with just enough pressure so all she could see were faint stars.

eddie had all his fun with you.

sometimes you even wore him out, wanting nothing more than the feeling of your boyfriend.

close, full, deep, wanting more.

even if that meant having him fuck you from the back in the janitor’s closet, pink lacy panties stuffed in your mouth to simmer your moans.

driving eddie completely wild, begging and pleading for more.

wanting more, full, deep, close.

eddie has your arms pulled behind your back, using you for leverage. you’re unable to break free of eddie’s tight hold but it’s exactly the feeling you want.

“nngh, s-so fuckin’ close.”

you mumble in a daze.

words muffled from the thin fabric stuffed in your mouth.

eddie keeps his position, fucking his cock in your dripping cunt and meeting with the sweet sounds of your leaky pussy.

it’s what you’ve been begging him all day for, right underneath the noses of your very oblivious friends.

everything would be ruined if someone dared to open the door of the tight confinement that is the closest.

but all you can think of is the thrill of being caught, someone else seeing parts of your body that is reserved for the boy directly sated in your cunt.

the thought only makes you drip more sweet nectar, leaving eddie drowning happily inside of you.

his groans and whines escape his mouth to bite at your ear. eddie’s soft hair brushed up against your neck from how close he is behind you.

you love the feel of his skin against yours, the heat of his bare chest pressed against your back.

proximity, that’s all you want.

it seems as though the climax eddie gives you only makes you sweeter, for the rest of the day that smile is plastered on your face.

no one knows why and what it’s from.

the delightful look on your face only attracts people your way, they gravitate and linger. leaving your boyfriend in the deep shadows of the names he’s called on the daily.

freak.

but since being with you, eddie doesn’t care if he’s a freak because you are too.

even if he’s the only one that knows it.

sexual tensions and frustrations of the long eight-hour day leave eddie’s energy and stamina to be put to the test.

you don’t let him rest, and honestly, he doesn’t care.

you’re truly attached, needing some body part of yours on him at all times but in his trailer the parts become more intimate.

what would be a discreet foot nudge in front of your friends would become a full-on caress of your foot against his thick cock in the confinements of his trailer.

you tease, with a knowing yet innocent look on your face. mocking each facial expression of pleasure eddie’s face transforms to while you sit pretty and patient leaning back on your hands, body between his legs.

you work slowly, eyes never leaving him, and watching with satisfaction as your boyfriend whines greedily for something more.

“you’re killin’ me here sweetheart.”

you know, eddie isn’t saying anything new but his words still leave a measly smirk on your face.

you treat your boyfriend like a full-course meal.

currently, you’ve only finished the appetizer, eddie has much more to look forward to.

the soles of your feet lay slack against eddie’s girth. with each one of his pathetic little moans you give his dick a soft tug. as eddie’s sighs become louder and more frequent, so does each pump of your feet.

until ultimately, thick ropes of his come paint from your inner thighs to your feet.

you ensure he cleans up every drop.

after you’re sure eddie’s been worked up a decent amount you decide to give him his main dish, a sloppy blowjob.

eddie’s favorite.

your mouth is on eddie’s cock as he rolls up a fat blunt for the two of you, his eyes low and not from the impending high of the weed he previously smoked without you.

your boyfriend’s hands rush to your hair, weaving his fingers to apply the pressure of your head onto his dick.

you suck, lick, lap, and suck some more.

your tongue rolls against his blush red tip which only makes him shriek with sensitivity.

eddie leans back in his chair in utter bliss, with his eyes rolling to the back of his head when you take his come-filled balls into your mouth.

saliva slips down the corner of your lips as you bob your head with fervor, pink tongue gliding around like no one else’s business.

it truly isn’t.

“like that pretty boy?”

you ask with a certain flutter in your tone, staring up at your boyfriend from the tops of your lashes. all while he stares down at you with the most awestruck look in his eyes.

lips bitten by his teeth, grunting as you take him down your throat.

you’re the most delicious sight to see, all for him with your swollen lips and watery eyes. spit-coated cheeks that you unashamedly show off to your boyfriend.

eddie struggles to lick the thin paper of the blunt, too distracted with how pretty you look taking his cock so deeply down your throat.

eddie can feel each convulse if your throat as you gag, only for you to take more with tears from the intrusion slipping down your face.

he groans, thighs shaking from pleasure.

you know your pretty boy is close when his eyes close, and his brows furrow. enveloping himself fully in the pleasure you’re giving him.

eddie nearly worships you after the stunt you pulled after his quick blowjob but after all, eddie’s a sucker for your sweet mouth.

the two of you are high, sensitive. on cloud nine with the new shipment of weed eddie had gotten from his earthy plug, reefer rick.

one of the only other people who may know an ounce of what you spend your time doing with eddie.

you’re finally on the last and most fulfilling dish to give to eddie, dessert. giving him all and everything that is your pretty, sweet, and wet cunt.

seeing eddie get all excited for you is not only an ego booster but it has you dripping for him with need.

this isn’t only a prize for him, but for you too.

one of your favorite places is on eddie’s lap, riding him of all he’s got and eddie isn’t one to deny his girl what she wants.

you take the lead, control with eddie hands above his head. biting at his ear, pinching his hardened nipples between your fingers and he allows you to.

“fuck me.”

eddie hoarsely grunts with watery and red eyes watery, his lips swollen and bruised from your relentless kisses.

you lick eddie’s tongue when he leans in for your kiss, taunting him and his inability to touch you.

breast in his face and ass bouncing on his cock, yet he still doesn’t disobey your unspoken rules on not touching.

that doesn’t mean eddie doesn’t try, his hands inch to simply touch your breast. with a frustrated look on his face

with the hand free of bracing itself on eddie’s chest, you grip your boyfriend’s jaw. giving him a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that would gross anyone who saw it out.

your shit-eating grin matches the one eddie had when you were busy sucking his cock. now you’re the bashful one, frantically fucking yourself on his cock.

only worried about your high, and how you’ll get it.

eddie’s climax is the last thing on your mind.

he’ll get there himself, surely.

it’s okay to be selfish sometimes, especially when you feel like this. the need bubbling in your stomach is all you can think of.

so, you ride your whiny boyfriend like a jockey racing on their horse reeling for their goal.

the feeling is exhilarating and hearing the wet squish of you and your boyfriend’s mixed love juices only adds to how enamored you feel.

this is his favorite game, watching how feral you get over him. how desperately you ride his cock and how wet your cunt is when it squelches around him.

“gonna make me cum.”

eddie whines like the pathetic boy you always turn him to by the end of your fuckings’.

unluckily, or luckily enough for him, it’s nowhere near the end. you’re parched or rather thirsty for more.

like an insatiable vampire willing to devour anything in its sights for that desire of satiety.

your mouth falls open with each rise of eddie’s hips to your graceful fall. the two of you meet in union, and eddie fills your pussy just the way you like it.

this has become a cycle. eddie knows you like the back of his hand, almost more than he knows himself.

the rock of your hips against him tells eddie that you’re coming. he needs not to ask, because he can already tell. you grow breathless, heart beating outside of your chest and eddie knows he’s still in for one of your wild rides.

you show not an ounce of tire as you wait for eddie to fall on his knees to feast on your pussy like it’s his last meal. tongue exploring your puffy, slick folds.

you’ve given him his three courses already, perhaps this will be eddie’s mignardise.

eddie spreads the lips of your cunt away from your tucked-away clit, giving himself more space to work so he can suck on the nub knowing it’ll have your legs like jelly.

it’s almost too much when eddie takes your tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth, slurping on the nub and circling shapes over it as if you’re in a geometry class rather than the bedroom.

you tug at eddie’s hair not caring how rough that tug may be, knowing eddie loves it either way.

“oh fuck.”

you whimper, licking over your lips while looking down at your boyfriend. his mane of hair shaking wildly as he laps at your cunt noisily.

slurping without remorse for how crazy he might sound because you love it.

“don’t stop.”

you breathe out shakily, hands weaving into eddie’s tangled mess of hair yet again. you feel weak in the legs, seconds away from falling.

eddie’s tongue is replaced with two fingers and quickly they find the spongey spot inside your cunt that drives you completely wild.

you don’t realize eddie has stood up from his kneel until you feel him pulling you against him and his mouth attaches to your sensitive neck.

without thinking, you instantly lean to the opposite side as he nips at your neck. this wouldn’t be the first time you had to cover up eddie’s marks and surely it won’t be the last.

you gasp as your boyfriend’s thumb swirls around your clit, pulsing sensitivity into your bones.

weakly, your head falls onto eddie’s shoulder. he rocks you slowly all while his fingers work their magic inside of your pussy, drilling arousal onto his hand.

“oh my god.”

soft pants slip from your mouth, legs shaking and cunt squeezing against eddie’s fingers. your hand falls to the one inside of you, silently begging him to stop as you come on your boyfriend’s fingers.

your mouth falls agape in a hushed gasp as eddie’s fingers continue to work inside of you.

barely, have you had time to come down from your last orgasm and eddie is already trying to throw you into a second one. his fingers still curling against the fleshly walls of your cunt.

“eddie s’too much, gonna make me cum again.”

your multiple pleas stand helpless in the locked chest of your throat. your words come out too hushed to understand with how overwhelmed you are with the abundance of pressure building yet again in your core.

you push eddie’s fingers away as your second high comes to a fall, yelping out as he obeys with the slow pull of his fingers.

he brings the arousal-coated fingers to his mouth, sucking until the cream is gone. you watch with low eyes, suddenly too tired to stand even if your body is against his warm one.

like the gentleman eddie is, he carries you over to his rickety old bed with sex-stained white sheets.

your eyes go wide as he spreads your legs before him, and the reaction proves humorous to him with the soft grin pressed on his lips.

eddie presses a finger against his lips, successfully calming you down.

“gotta clean you up.”

he says and it is only then that you realize eddie has a damp, blue washcloth in hand.

“thank you, baby.”

you hum softly, with the innocent false identity you garnered just mere hours ago.

“that doesn’t sound so believable when you look this filthy.”

eddie jokes referring to the fresh marks painted on your skin, swollen lips, and drool-stained cheeks.

and he isn’t wrong.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

growing or aging wasn’t a process you were ever willing to dwell on. you were only getting older, and constantly thinking about it wasn’t going to change that fact.

so you didn’t.

you moved on with life, moved out of your parent's house, and filled your time with endless amounts of jobs.

the hustle and bustle of hawkins wasn’t going to stop because of one heartbreak, and you decided you weren’t going to either.

you snagged your first job at family video, the local movie rental store. that ended tragically with your deep hatred of the manager.

during your time there, you made a couple of good friends.

ones you still had to this day.

when family video didn’t work out, you moved on to melvald’s which luckily stuck.

you had even managed to book a job at the community pool as a lifeguard during the hot summers which continued for three years.

additionally, to busy yourself, you began also working at melody lane, a tiny little music store for more hours. which is how you met your closest friend, jennifer wallace.

jennifer was a nice girl and practically showed you how to have a decent time in hawkins, you spent a lot of your off time with her.

it helped that the two of you basically worked the same hours.

you had been working at melody lane for a good four years, right after you moved out with your parents.

for five whole years, you’d lived on your own independently inside of an old rinky-dink trailer that had done you well for those years.

life was peaceful, enough.

even waking up at 6:42 in the morning for your shift at melody lane somehow felt strangely riveting.

you were late, and running around your trailer frantically trying to prepare yourself all while on the phone with your friend, jennifer.

her calling is what had woken you up that day because somehow your alarm had completely broken during the uneventful night.

“c’mon quick! i have exciting news and you’re already late to hear it.”

you struggle to pull on your band tee while holding the phone to your ear. jennifer’s high-pitched voice isn’t exactly helping you either.

“okay, okay i’m coming. i’m sorry, stupid alarm has been fucking up lately.”

jennifer laughs over the phone and you can hear the loud smack of gum she’s chewing.

“i told you that you could use mine, my boyfriend wakes me up anyways.”

you roll your eyes at the unneeded mention of her relationship.

“no need to rub it in, ginny.”

“sorry, but this is also why you need to hurry! i have a plan for you.”

you grunt pulling on your black, acid-wash, denim skirt with an overwhelmed nod that you know jennifer can’t see.

hopping into your skirt wasn’t helping you into the zipped and buttoned skirt, but it was easier than undoing it.

“yeah okay, i’m on my way.”

“hurry up!-”

“see you soon ginny.”

you don’t feel remorse for hanging up the phone, running out of your front door with a messy trailer.

you don’t miss your daily wave to the kind redheaded girl feeding a stray dog across the street.

“mornin’ max!”

“good morning!”

she shouts with a wave in response to your typical gesture.

you’re hopping into your car and speeding your way over to work, praying that your boss doesn’t do a surprise pop-up and fire you on the spot for your tardiness.

the man is unusually lenient already with his lack of dress code but you’re not fond of pushing buttons that can be avoided.

unfortunately with all of your rushing, you had forgotten your matching acid-wash denim jacket which would be a decision you would shortly regret.

you felt the cold breeze in an instant as you stepped through the clear double doors of the music store.

it wasn’t a busy day so your sight immediately landed on jennifer.

she slouched over the counter and sipped on a drink of whatever through a curly green straw.

the door jingles with the representation of your arrival.

you then see small headphones peaking through her thick hair and realize she more than likely didn’t hear you.

like the wonderful friend you are, you don’t bother jennifer and momentarily leave her to her music listening.

she bobs her head wildly and you can only guess that she’s listening to some sort of rock music.

as if she wasn’t always listening to rock music.

after clocking in, you make the short walk back over behind the register. she’s completely oblivious to your silent standing behind her and you carefully pull the small headphones from over her ears.

jennifer looks around inquisitively and startles until she turns to see you.

“oh, didn’t hear you come in.”

she grins goofily, but of course, she didn’t hear you come in. the girl had the volume of her music cranked up.

like she always did.

“i wonder why ginny.”

you hum skeptically.

“you rushed me over here and you probably only had one customer.”

you busy yourself fixing the unorganized vinyl records in their crates.

“three actually.”

“yeah right.”

“robin buckley and steve harrington are two separate people, they count!”

jennifer stands defensively, her bracelets clinking together when she crosses her arms faking agitation.

“wait steve and robin came by?”

“don’t get all worried, they just came to bother you but guess what? you were late so you missed em’.”

“and you missed out on that detail over the phone?”

you huff, pausing briefly to give jennifer a harsh stare that she takes no offense to.

“you hung up on me, and what we’re you gonna do, tell them to come back over?”

jennifer gives you a sarcastic smile to which you reciprocate.

“yeah whatever, so what was the news?”

you slouch against the counter, looking back at your friend quite unimpressed.

jennifer pulls her small headphones from around her neck.

“so, remember that band i’ve been ranting on about for like the past year?”

you nod, and jennifer moves on.

“my boyfriend bought us both tickets in chicago to see them, but he has work and can’t call out or they’ll like fire him.”

more agonizingly cute relationship talk. you can’t get away from it.

“and…”

you nod, urging your friend to go on.

“meaning i have a spare ticket, and like the show is tomorrow.”

you finally put two and two together.

jennifer is inviting you to some metal band she’s been talking about nonstop.

that you’ve never even really heard of.

you then grasp the exact date of the show.

“tomorrow? ginny, what.”

“i know! it’s on short notice but he thought he’d be able to go until right before work today. i would’ve told you sooner but i just had to see your face.”

you sigh deeply in exasperation.

“what’s the band’s name?”

“corroded coffin, for the thousandth time.”

you roll your eyes at jennifer’s playful attitude.

“i don’t know ginny. are you sure, it’s okay?”

“The tickets will literally go to waste, that’s nonrefundable!”

“alright, sure. i’ll go, i think i can make some late arrangements.”

jennifer jumps around giddily, clapping her hands together with excitement. which is always a strange sight considering how dark presenting she is.

the girl loves her leather jackets, torn fishnets, and heavy black eyeliner.

she reminds you slightly of someone you knew a couple of years prior.

you swear jennifer would’ve been your worse nightmare when you were younger.

right on time, a customer walks in and you’re putting on your brightest customer service face.

with the lack of customers throughout the day, evening time comes incredibly slow. you’re happy to be home and in bed when the time finally comes, but the thought of what you’ll be wearing during the concert is heavy in your mind.

you don’t have anything metal-band-seeing appropriate.

so at eleven’ o clock at night you're calling jennifer's phone for help.

“thought you’d call, have nothing to wear?”

“nope.”

“i’ll be at your house at ten tomorrow to bring over some things.”

some, yeah right.

you watch from outside of your trailer door as jennifer pulls in. once she’s out of the car, she stands tall and proudly shows off her outfit with a little spin.

you can see the nose and brow piercings she’s not allowed to wear during work now. which isn’t rare because most of the time she goes against the dress code and wears them anyways.

jennifer wears an incredibly oversized green day band tee, with shorts and her usual torn-up fishnets.

she’s excited.

“you brought your mirror ginny?”

you gape as she pulls the large mirror from her backseat, you’re surprised to see that it’s not completely shattered with her reckless driving.

“what? you don’t have one, you’ve gotta look at yourself somehow.”

after entertaining yourself momentarily with watching jennifer struggle, you decide to help her inside with the six bags of items and mirror she carries.

“was all of this stuff really necessary?”

the bags of items are now spilled out onto your bed which covers the entire surface.

“yes. now try stuff on, we’ve gotta see what works for you.”

it takes you what feels like forever to find a dress that properly suits you. there is much complaining and flabbergasted stares at the choices jennifer has given you.

“it’s too short.”

“ginny, you can see everything in this.”

“not…flattering.”

it’s like a never-ending cycle of staring at yourself in a mirror. you’re sure jennifer enjoys it as she stands dramatically with a long measuring tape around her neck.

finally, you pick up a higher-than-mid-length black dress. the sleeves are completely in well-detailed lace as well as the hemline, overall it fits you the best.

you can see clearly why jennifer had the dress in her possession, it fits her sense of style perfectly which also happens to fit the specific concert too.

corroded coffin, you can tell just by the name.

“woah, you look hot.”

jennifer says in awe of her creation. she’s more than proud of her work, you can tell by the beaming grin on her face.

“thanks, ginny.”

you pout, staring into her tall mirror. the sight is different, and you feel different.

the black eyeliner and lipstick are new and you’re wearing a pair of jennifer’s old stockings.

she calls them tame because of the lack of tearing in them.

you’re wearing platform boots that are thankfully much shorter than the ones jennifer wears now.

breaking an ankle during a concert is the last thing you’d want to do.

you’re not surprised by the abundance of clothes jennifer has that she doesn’t even seem to wear.

lastly, your excited friend pulls a mountain of accessories from a small jewelry box. she picks carefully through each tiny, and clunky silver rings or necklaces with black or red jewels inside.

with your nails painted a dark red, jennifer finds a cute set of silver earrings with bright red faux rubies.

jennifer stands back to take a full look at you and her excitement only grows at your now completed look.

“i’m so amazing, you’re totally getting laid by some hot rocker dude by the end of the show.”

“i look like a groupie.”

“well in this context, that’s a good thing.”

you doubt that but jennifer insists, she peaks at the alarm clock she mentioned days ago that you should keep and claps her hands with completion.

“okay, we’ve gotta go. the show starts in just about six hours but it’s like a three-hour drive and we have to be early to get a good place on the floor.”

your mood dampens at the mention of a three-hour drive, and potentially having to beat die-hard fans for a decent spot on the floor.

you hop into jennifer’s car intending to sleep the entire way there, you don’t want to be conscious during her wild drive there.

luckily, the drive to chicago isn’t as bad as you’d expected. unfortunately, once you two hit just a bit before the venue traffic is at its all-time high.

by then your ears had been blasted with music from the corroded coffin's most recent album, you don’t get much sleep at all from that.

“you’ve gotta try to learn the words, we’ll be in front they’ll see us.”

you’re sure it’s unsafe for jennifer to be so into the music while she’s driving. the girl swerves and turns abruptly with no care in the world.

it’s a blessing that the two of you end up at the venue in one piece.

between the car ride and bustling fans, your head feels like it’s in the spin cycle of a washing machine.

jennifer is checking in the two tickets with a large muscular man when you catch sight of a dangling poster hanging from the ceiling.

it’s the band, and you had been staring for quite a while trying to collect your bearings.

your breath catches deep inside of your throat, you’re confused, but realization hits you all at once.

it’s eddie, and all the memories of him hit you like an 18-wheeler truck. you’re overwhelmed, and have no choice but to stand there with front-row seats as your friend beams at the man you once knew five years ago.

eddie never really did tell you much about his life, but you knew about his music, eddie held that close.

the corroded coffin sounded familiar for a reason and now you’re sure why the singing on the radio sounded like someone you knew.

eddie’s face is plastered all around the venue, people wear shirts they’ve just bought from the merch stands with more shots of the band’s faces.

you don’t understand how you didn’t know the band members of the corroded coffin for as long as you did.

they’re everywhere you turn.

you’re overwhelmed.

you don’t can’t stop to catch a break because jennifer is already pulling you into the floor section. lights blare, and fans roar with excitement and anticipation for their favorite band to make a show.

it’s already loud and the band hasn’t even arrived on stage.

you’re standing in the front when the band walks out from the shadows one by one.

jennifer is whispering their names into your ear but it’s not much needed when there are people already yelling it.

the three boys sit at their stools, waving at the large crowd as they adorn their mics and set up their instruments.

there’s one stool just sitting in front, and you know that one is eddie’s.

for only a second, the lights onstage go completely dim. there’s total darkness up there and you can’t make out not a single movement no matter how hard you try.

there’s a loud growl cueing the lights back on, revealing eddie on the stool. he’s nonchalantly playing his electric guitar but his fans roar his name gleefully.

even jennifer begins jumping around.

you don’t miss eddie’s soft smile at his name being called out.

eddie’s skillful guitar riff quickly shuts up the crowd, the rest of the band joins in when the beat drops and it’s a sight.

it makes chills run down your spine simply seeing him up close again, you don’t know where you thought eddie had gone all of those years ago but having a famous metal-rock band was not in mind.

in simply five years, eddie managed to have thousands of people shouting out his name in excitement.

it makes you emotional thinking about how different your life could’ve possibly turned out if he would’ve only thought to take you with him.

jennifer shouts eddie’s name and suddenly he’s looking your way. you try to hide behind your friend but it’s no use, she’s already pulling you beside her

the last thing you wanted is for eddie to see you.

but he does and you look different, eddie can’t take his eyes off of you.

you’re not sure if he even recognizes you and when he finally looks away you’re breathing out a sigh of relief.

but his eyes are right back and his smile slowly falls, eddie realizes this and pulls himself out of distraction.

it’s you.

and eddie’s the one that got away.

he’s looking around the stage at his fellow bandmates.

“he was totally looking at your boobs!”

jennifer calls out excitedly, completely delusional.

you realize then how unprepared you are for this show.

girls throw their bras and panties at the stage, and men thrash around, moshing out in a small section of the pit.

“i heard this song was written about a girl he knew a few years back!”

your friend yells over the loud rock music, you eye eddie as he stands completely ecstatic in his element.

you’d only heard him play a handful of times, but each time was great.

“what’s it called?”

“sinner’s girl!”

“fucking grand title.”

you huff almost agitatedly.

sinner’s girl, that couldn’t have been a coincidence.

as time passes you slowly feel yourself loosening up with the help of jennifer. she screams out the lyrics, grabbing your hand and twirling you around with the little space she can.

the band does an amazing job at hyping up their crowd and eddie has an amazing stage presence.

your eyes meet multiple times throughout the show, you can’t help it, and neither can he.

eddie takes in your appearance, the five years have seemed to do you well. you’ve matured, you’re different now and eddie desperately wants to find out in what ways.

he can see simply from your lack of rosary beads that something has changed, you’re no longer the shy girl that clutches her rosary when she’s nervous.

eddie liked what he saw then, but he likes what he sees now.

so not for a second does he look away from you, and you don’t either. you stare as he strums at his guitar, skillful fingers dancing over the strings.

you can’t say you haven’t been enjoying yourself by the end of the show, the band has dispersed and so has the crowd of fans.

meanwhile, you’re patiently waiting for jennifer, she’s on both her hands and knees searching for a ring that she was pretty sure a girl stole off of her finger.

“that bitch stole my ring!”

she gasps, still searching.

you take the time to look around your surroundings now that the lights are back on, workers frantically pack equipment on stage and security lingers to make sure everyone escorts themselves out.

a guard is headed your way but you think nothing of it until he’s tapping your arm begrudgingly. the man is quite tall and you’d be the first to admit that you’re a bit intimidated by him.

“eddie would like you to come backstage.”

his words are blunt and they come by surprise, you didn’t know if was he used to bringing girls with him for eddie or if that was just his voice.

“please.”

the man replies to your disoriented stare, his voice is quite deep and you note how uninterested he looks.

of course, you know why eddie wants you backstage, he’d been staring at you for the entirety of the show.

even jennifer knew something was up, she was standing quietly to the side of you but with just a quick look you can see how eager for you she is.

you looking at her for just that split second makes her finally speak.

“you should go!”

you’re not totally against the idea, but seeing eddie again wasn’t exactly on your planner.

the man shifts on his feet, impatiently.

“where will you go?”

you frown at your friend, still unsure of your decision.

“don’t worry about that! just go, and have fun! it’s eddie munson!”

of course, jennifer knows nothing about your past with eddie munson.

so it’s not exactly that easy to just go.

“okay.”

easy enough.

you take the long walk with the security to what you’re sure will be eddie, examining as workers clean up discarded items from the show.

the venue looks deserted now that everyone has left.

if feels almost forbidden to be walking backstage, seeing crew run around as if they have no time on their hands.

people don’t bat an eye at your arrival and you take note that it’s probably a common thing for one of the guys to request a girl come backstage.

after some more walking and no shared conversation between you and the man, you’re at a door.

he leaves you with only a few words, leaving you to awkwardly knock on the door.

it doesn’t take long for the door to fly open and you’re immediately met with him.

for the first time in years, you’re seeing eddie up close and personal.

eddie’s hair has grown a small bit past his shoulders, cascading in endless curls.

the slightest bit of stubble growing on his face.

he’s only inches away.

with that same shit-eating grin you used to love seeing during church as he eyed you during the service.

eddie takes a hefty look at you, unashamed for examining your body.

you’re not sure what to say, the mood has shifted and you believe eddie is at a loss for words.

an unlit cigarette dangles from his lips as he speaks.

“long time no see.”

his all eddie says before gesturing you inside, he’s then closing the door and you hear the lock with a loud click.

“been a while.”

eddie makes small conversation as he sits on a small couch, you stand quietly by the door still taking in your surroundings.

you’re in a dressing room.

leather jackets, crates, and instruments set down in various places.

it seems as though eddie allows you to look around because for a while you don’t hear him at all.

unknowingly of his eyes, pressed on you curiously. he’s just as surprised to see you as you him.

“must be fun.”

is all you say, staring at the abundance of expensive items. things you would’ve never thought eddie of all people would be surrounded by.

you’re tense, and admittedly have hard feelings towards eddie.

but he’s patting an empty seat on the couch, and watching as you slowly walk over.

“you mad at me?”

eddie questions but it slightly upsets you, of course, you’re mad at him.

“mad, that’s funny.”

“just askin’.”

“you could’ve taken me with you eddie.”

you seethe angrily at his nonchalant manner, he’s the one who wanted to see you and he’s acting as if it’s just some normal day.

“i couldn’t have.”

“really? didn’t want to share the fame?”

“it wasn’t like that, sweetheart.”

hearing the old pet name only angers you more.

“then explain, because it sure does fucking look like it.”

eddie is shocked to hear the vulgar word fall from your lips, you can see his frown shift to a wicked smile.

“sweetheart, you cursed.”

“no shit, sherlock.”

you nag agitatedly, your arms crossed stubbornly and bitterly.

eddie is right in front of you, holding up your chin with his ring-covered fingers. they’re cold and immediately bring your attention to his eyes.

deep brown eyes.

“gonna be mean to me your whole time here?”

“maybe.”

you whisper, your eyes flickering between eddie’s pouty pink lips and his glossy brown eyes.

eddie smirks.

“you wanna kiss me bad.”

he teases, but it’s the truth.

“i don’t.”

you’ll deny it to him but not yourself.

you lean in slowly and eddie meets you halfway, connecting your lips and finally tasting that familiar yet different taste eddie had all those years ago.

the stubble on eddie’s face tickles at your face.

you can feel his cocky smile through the kiss, and his hands sneak their way to your jaw. deepening the lip-lock.

eddie’s hair brushes up against your face and you can feel his bangs tickling as his face inches lower, his lips now trailing down your neck.

it feels good, and you don’t think to stop him.

eddie swiftly picks you up, his lips remaining pressed against your neck while your arms wrap around his.

then he bites and you hiss from the pain, but eddie smooths it over with his cold clunky rings.

you’re sitting on top of his lap, straddling eddie. your faces inches away. he’s gripping your hips with large hands, moving them slightly against himself for his pleasure.

“missed me?”

“no.”

“we’ll see about that.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i’m not.”

“i don’t like it when you lie to me.”

either eddie is one cocky bastard, or you’re that easy to read.

you hope it’s not the latter.

you instantly become nervous with the proximity you have with eddie. he’s touching you, and the air is warm you can hardly breathe.

he elicits moans from you as his grip tightens.

the bulge in his pants presses up against your panty-covered cunt unabashedly. you say nothing when you feel him start to grind against you.

he’s already letting out faint sounds of his pleasure, and you’re not far either. he’s attached to your neck like some insatiable vampire, biting and sucking, leaving marks you’ll have to cover for work when you get back home.

home and work, two things you’ve never dreaded more in your life.

eddie’s hands are already hovering over your breast, he’s quick, and based on how much larger the print in his jeans has gotten you can tell he’s worked himself up a good amount already.

“i like this dress on you.”

eddie says, tugging at the short hem.

“it wasn’t for you.

“oh really? i mean you came to my show so kinda feels like it, sweetheart.”

then he’s pulling the dress up, your legs are already spread so you’re now exposed besides your thin black lace undergarments.

you’re soaked, and you want eddie to slow down simply so he wouldn’t see how enamored he has you so quickly.

it’s embarrassing, you’re embarrassed.

eddie is hiking up your pretty dress, and then he’s inching his black jeans down.

they pool down at his feet.

left discarded and ignored.

leaving eddie in only his boxer briefs, and a white tee. his cock wanting nothing more than to be pulled out of its confinements.

the sound is enough to give you vivid flashbacks of all the times he’s ever had you like this.

either bent over with his cock stuffed down your throat, riding him, or anything else in between.

you can see new tattoos, eddie has quite the lot. his legs are nearly covered in them and it’s like looking at stars in the night sky.

you can never get enough.

eddie’s skin is warm, the complete opposite of the rings gripping your thighs.

“can’t recite prayers while i fuck you anymore huh?”

“shut the fuck up.”

eddie’s cock leaks from your attitude, but you don’t need to know that so instead he simply laughs.

“i like this new you.”

eddie smirks, tugging your hips roughly to and fro.

“this isn’t new. you left for five years, remember?”

“well, i apologized for that already sweetheart.”

he hasn’t.

“and i haven’t forgiven you.”

“then why’re you grindin’ your pretty pussy on my cock?”

you roll your eyes stubbornly at eddie which only gains you another cocky smirk.

eddie reaches between your legs, tugging your panties to the side. you gasp at the feeling of his cold fingers so close to your cunt, his rings pressing against your inner thigh.

“am i still the best? or has my innocent girl been around.”

eddie questions, pulling his cock out from inside his boxers. he’s quickly lining up his dick to the entrance of your pussy after momentarily brushing himself against your wet lips.

his tip is sticky from your mess, and the slick is a sight eddie can’t look away from in between your legs.

“oh, i’ve been around. there are definitely ones better than you.”

you lie, but eddie doesn’t quite get that.

you hear the jealous tinge in his voice and his eyes grow wide.

“oh really?”

“mhm.”

you moan as eddie grips your waist harder, his treatment is now rough and you bounce atop of him wildly.

your pussy leaks on his thick cock, pumping sounds you try to conceal.

“i’m the only one who does it how you like.”

eddie groans.

“i’ve changed, i’m different.”

eddie can sense your bullshit.

“doesn’t seem like it. you’re fucking dripping for me, sweetheart.”

you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to steady yourself with the bouncing but he’s hitting it too well.

you can’t think straight, and neither can eddie.

not with his dirty ramblings in your ear.

“need to fuck that filthy attitude away, hmm?”

eddie fucks your cunt of slick noises. he’s playing you like his electric guitar, rough, and skillful.

you love every moment of it, every second of your walls flittering around eddie’s dick and the sound he makes when he bottoms out.

your sighs and moans only get louder and eddie whimpers loud in your ear which only spurs you on.

“there you go, sweetheart, fuck me just like that.”

eddie whines earnestly, he’s desperate and his cock reaches parts that haven’t been reached inside of you for a good while.

you ride up eddie’s shirt, keeping your hands pressed down on his defined abs.

a tattoo spreads out on the area there too, doodling that looks too familiar because you were the one who’d drawn it.

eddie doesn’t realize you’ve seen it and you can’t bother to bring it up.

his cock deliciously stretches out your tightening walls, the feeling is not that of a stranger and he knows this feeling all too well. eddie fits perfectly, slamming into that spongey part in your cunt that drives you raucous.

“eddie, you’re gonna make me cum.”

your words get eddie going, he’s pulling onto you with big hands. encouraging your desperate bouncing on his cock.

“fuck, you sound so pretty.”

eddie’s balls slap against your ass, you’re shameful of every person that’ll have to walk past his dressing room.

thank god for locks and privacy.

“grippin’ me s’fuckin tight. jesus christ.”

eddie’s eyes are closed tightly, his arms wrapped around you.

“gonna bust in this pretty pussy, that okay with you sweetheart?”

eddie whines and you can do nothing but nod, embarrassed with how your words may sound if you do try to speak.

you’re first to come, as you always are when watching eddie’s cock slip in and out of your wet pussy.

eddie’s teasing you about it, but you don’t care about his words as you feel the shocks of your orgasm.

it comes in waves, crashing into you at first. you grind down on eddie’s cock to feel more, chasing that high but all too quickly is it simmering down.

eddie’s searching for your lips when you’ve finally come back to reality, you’re already breathless but him struggling to kiss back as you feel his spurts of seed shoot into you is enough to never want to leave his lips.

he groans quietly as you rise from his lap, eddie’s cock slipping out of you. eddie picks you up, carrying you over to a table covered with magazines that you had been eyeing earlier.

you can feel his cock pressed against your ass until you’re set down on the table.

he’s pushing them off and onto the floor, placing you down carefully. your legs spread for him instantly, you don’t even have to think about doing it.

eddie stares down at you, low eyes similar to the ones he’d have if he was high.

if eddie is anything like how he was five years ago then you know what’s coming next.

“wanna taste you, sweetheart.”

eddie is exactly the same.

he likes eating you out when you’re all puffy, wet, and sensitive. you have that just fucked smell that eddie goes feral for.

you zone out until you feel eddie’s bare cock pressed up against your leg, he’s still big as if he never fucked you.

his dick leaks with more cum.

eddie pumps his cock tightly between his fist while caressing the nook between your thighs. he can feel your warmth and it nearly makes him salivate.

you watch eddie fall to his knees, eyes still glued to yours, cock still tight in the hold of his fist.

he gives soft kisses from your calf to ultimately your covered pussy.

your panties don’t stay for long, he’s ripping them apart. too lazy to properly slip them from your legs.

you huff, trying to keep yourself as quiet as you can to not boost his already high ego.

“still taste as good as you used to?”

“guess you’ve gotta see for yourself.”

“fair enough.”

eddie sticks his tongue out, allowing a long glob of spit to fall onto the entrance of your cunt. he’s smoothing over with a gentle touch of his thumb.

boldly you push his head closer, weaving your fingers through his messy mane of brown hair.

eddie eyes you as he takes his first lick of your pussy. he’s teasing you, taking short kitten licks to work you up.

eddie is amused by your eagerness and he laughs, sending small shocks of vibrations to your clit. it feels good and you find yourself grinding down on his tongue the best you can in your position.

he has barely done anything and you’re already struggling to keep cool, your hands grab at what they can and your toes begin to curl in the hidden space of your platform boots.

you hide your moans with satisfied sighs but you can’t get away from eddie’s stare. he knows he is doing a good job, your slick drips with each sway of his hands on your thigh.

you like being touched and caressed.

that hasn’t changed.

eddie doesn’t need to use his fingers, you’re easy to please. his tongue flicking repeatedly against your clit is just enough.

you can’t stop yourself from crying out when eddie begins to instead slurp on your clit.

eddie is a messy eater, he doesn’t stop when drool begins to roll down his chin and he doesn’t stop when your slick starts to cover his lips.

he’s spreading your pussy lips with two fingers and gingerly licking there, you’re sensitive and the pleasure becomes too much.

“ah, fuck eddie.”

you push eddie’s head away but he’s unrelenting, pulling your hands instead to yank at his hair.

“still taste fucking amazing.”

eddie compliments, big brown eyes peering up at you. he’s muffled by your pussy, but eddie doesn’t seem to care it’s like heaven on earth for him.

you lean yourself back against the table, no longer able to brace yourself against eddie feasting upon you.

“want you to cum right on my tongue.”

you’re already so sensitive, and eddie’s tongue works wonders as he sucks eagerly at your budding clit.

your legs begin to shake and your hand preoccupies itself with eddie’s hair. he groans as you pull, his cock tight between a pumping hand.

“eddie.”

you whimper, moans muffled by a hand snug against your mouth.

“oh, i’m cumming.”

you chase eddie’s tongue as he slurps up the nectar your sweet cunt drips for him. he’s not stopping until you’re clean, puffy cunt left swollen from the assault.

your body is too limp to stop him but eddie’s gentle. not applying too much pressure.

you’re the one to pull him up, desperate for the last of his lips on yours. you even taste yourself, sweet yet salty and bitter.

his hard cock rests on your pussy, large and heavy. eddie fucks the space between your thighs, grunting against your lips.

his eyebrows furrow with pleasure.

eddie’s phone emits a sonorous ring from inside his pocket. he pulls away quickly, and angrily.

mumbling incoherent curse words as he fishes the compact device from his jeans.

“i told you..”

eddie calms as the caller begins talking, he’s looking back at you.

“what?”

an apologetic expression on his face when he begins to dress himself. you stand from your seat on the table, feeling bare without any underwear.

“alright.”

“put her through.”

eddie says through the call, eyes still heavy on you. he gives a chaste tight-lipped smile at your bored expression, and you reciprocate while fixing your wrinkled dress.

you don’t hear much of the other side of the call, and eddie’s words don’t give you much knowledge about it either.

“sounds good.”

eddie smiles only this time it’s not directed at you.

“great, thank you.”

the small phone beeps when eddie hangs up, he’s shoving the device back in his pocket and walking back over to you.

you melt into his hold when he wraps his muscular arms around you. eddie is warm, and his slightly musky scent is oddly welcoming.

he’s lifting your chin for a small kiss, but your eyes linger on him even when your lips are apart. you can’t help the goofy smile that spreads on your face.

“come back to my hotel room with me.”

the smile doesn’t fade but it does shrink as the confusion sets in.

“eddie, i came here with my friend…”

“yeah, i know and she’ll be fine. my people told her you’d be with me for a while.”

he slowly rocks the two of you to nonexistent music, just the soft boom of his deep voice.

“and she was okay with that?”

eddie snickers.

“ecstatic, told me personally to keep you for as long as i wanted.”

your eyes widen in realization.

“holy shit. how the hell am i getting home?”

“i’ve got you, sweetheart.”

eddie says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“you’re going to drive me back to hawkins?”

you say, dumbfounded and still possibly a bit confused.

“it’s not far, but that’s not what i meant.”

eddie shrugs nonchalantly while clearing his throat and holding your hands tightly between his.

those rings, they’re warm now that they were once pressed against your cunt.

“eddie?”

you can tell that he is slightly distracted, or either trying to avoid his upcoming words.

eventually, they come out.

“why don’t you come back with me? on tour…and to the city. i have a condo and it has more than enough space.”

now you’re completely dumbfounded.

you can no longer find your words.

eddie can see the change in your demeanor instantly. your shoulders sulk, and your eyes no longer reach his.

“sweetheart.”

eddie frowns.

“sweetheart?”

you’re still a little upset that he’d left you in the first place, and now he expects you to move on and run away with him.

that’s what you wanted years ago and he wasn’t there to fulfill that want.

“why did you leave me eddie?”

eddie is confused now, his eyebrows furrowing as he looks at you.

it’s him, still the guy you’d known those five years ago. his proposition is convincing but you need answers before you agree to anything.

“i can’t answer that sweetheart, i wish i could.”

he can, he just doesn’t want to.

eddie’s face is sullen and solemn, and without you saying anything he knows it’s not right to leave you without an explanation.

he knows he’s in the wrong. he realized that long ago.

one look at you and eddie goes quiet, he can’t look at your sweet face and still lie to you.

you’re so close and he can finally admit to you something he’d wanted to tell you for so long.

“it was your father.”

eddie speaks quietly and when you pull away he doesn’t chase you. you sit on the couch eddie had fucked you on earlier, now your position is a bit more different.

you stare at him intently, ready for answers no matter how hard it might be to hear them.

“your dad, he must’ve seen me sneaking out of your window once…he threatened to send you away to some fucking religious camp if i didn’t stop seeing you.”

the frown on your face is big enough to see from miles away, you don’t quite understand.

“i’m an adult eddie, they can’t do that. that’s not how it works.”

eddie meets your eyes, and his are watery.

“you would’ve gone.”

eddie meets your eyes, abruptly cutting you off. his brown eyes are watery, swirling with sadness you’ve never seen in him before.

you grow silent because you know his revelation is true, you wanted your parent's approval too badly to have said no to anything they wanted you to do.

eddie shakes his head, somberly. his curls go flying and his fingers rise to be bitten at by his teeth.

“i wasn’t going to entertain it at first, but then you told me you loved me and i couldn’t stay. it was too much, i knew then that i fucked you up bad.”

“i wasn’t fucked up, and you made me say it.”

your love for eddie wasn’t forced, you knew you were lying straight out of your ass. you were also upset now, so your words couldn’t exactly be trusted in full.

“didn’t think you would, but god, i was so happy when i heard it.”

eddie was happy.

you shake your head in disbelief.

“you left me wondering for all of those years, i waited for you every day for a fucking year until i realized you weren’t coming back.”

you stop to take a brief breath but more words spew out, you have no control over what you say at this point.

the bandaid from a wound that’s been busy healing for years has finally been ripped off.

that same bandaid can’t just be put back on again.

so you talk and talk until your voice cracks.

“i thought you died, i thought i scared you off, you made me think i wasn’t enough.”

your eyes well up with tears of anger, and your lip trembles lightly. eddie can see that you’re close to tears, but he doesn’t know how to comfort you.

“you were always enough.”

eddie knows he was wrong, so he allows you to tell him off.

it hurts but he can take it.

“i told you my hopes and dreams and you never for a second thought to take me?”

“i did. every single day of my life sweetheart. i found you, you found me and i want you with me. i can’t see you here and leave again, i won’t live to regret that for the rest of my life.”

“eddie.”

“please.”

eddie begs.

“please sweetheart, this is my sorry. this is my apology, please say yes.”

then he’s on his knees begging you the only way he knows how. a way you’d once shown him, hands clasped and eyes closed.

eddie doesn’t care about looking stupid, because he does but if looking stupid means you can forgive him then that will just be what he has to do.

“you’re asking me to leave my friends, to leave my job. all of the normality in my life.”

your voice is soft and full of consideration.

“you won’t have to. you can travel the world with me and at any moment you feel homesick then i’ll bring you home. new york is great sweetheart, i know you’ll love it.”

home is where the heart is, isn’t it?

“i don’t want to be left again.”

“then come with me, sweetheart. just like we said.”

you take a moment to think about it, but that time isn’t spent contemplating the pros and cons of staying with eddie.

it’s rather you faking as if you don’t know, but in reality, you’ve already made your decision.

you made your decision long ago and it never changed.

“okay.”

“yes?”

“yes.”

you smile and before it even fully spills out of your mouth eddie is clutching onto you with a tight and warm hug that you instantly melt into.

he’s spinning you around the room, leaving you to only laugh as you grow dizzy in his arms.

“thank fucking god, i almost pissed myself thinking you’d say no.”

you can see the relief wash over eddie’s face. he can’t contain his excitement, now with you in his arms the only way to calm him is your lips on his.

your hand pressed on his cheek, as your tongue eases into his mouth. eddie takes you in with his tongue swirling around yours.

it’s like he never does stop smiling, and you can feel it in the kiss.

you thought it would be the last thing you would feel of him five years ago, but now you’re just happy you have him again.

being with eddie is the start and you hope it’ll be the end.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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she feels her near-like fingertips gliding slowly down her neck.

you don’t want to admit or think about what that means, because unfortunately you already know.

you have gotten years with dani, but you want more.

many more.

slowly, you feel too that dani is fading. her fits of dissociation have gotten longer and come in much shorter periods.

cigarettes no longer comforts her mind and drinking no longer eases the pain.

you try to be strong for her, strong for the both of you but it’s not easy.

each day of looking into dani’s eyes is a constant reminder of what once was and what the years have become.

one blue and one brown.

one dani and one viola.

“dani please.”

you whimper, sad and full of emotion.

your eyes begin to water as you uselessly beg for her to stay.

“i’m losing myself.”

dani states firmly, biting back tears that she struggles to hold down. her nose is a soft red, and her cheeks are full of color as well.

“no matter what i do, i feel her there. she’s only getting closer and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“we can try, we have to.”

dani simply sniffles at your pleading.

“i’ve had you for as long as she’ll let me.”

dani doesn’t have to admit that she’ll love you forever because you already know.

what dani is afraid of is that she won’t love you forever, because someday she might not have room, or she will no longer be there to love you.

“i love you, but you know that.”

dani smiles out of sadness, pressing her lips softly against yours as a heavy tear runs down her pale skin.

“i love you too.”

you know this means goodbye, a silent one at least. you hold dani like she’ll slither away because honestly, that is what is happening.

she’s been slithering away for a while now and you can no longer avoid it.

you curse the world for allowing her to go in this way, dani deserves to be happy.

to be happy with you for longer.

you don’t care how selfish you may sound but you aren’t ready to lose dani.

even if that means watching her slip away from you.

but it’s not your decision and you know this too.

you would keep dani, hold her, and continue to love her for the rest of your days if you could.

but it seems her days have run much shorter than yours.

there is no way around it, that is obvious when you look at dani. capturing a clear picture of her beautiful face in your mind, to keep it with all the others you’ve taken throughout your years.

ones of her smiling, laughing, the day the two of you finally moved into your apartment, and even the look on her face when she’d propose to you.

the two of you never did get to be married.

the tears don’t stop when you think about it, rather, they flow harder despite your efforts to stop it.

this only makes dani tearful, and soon you’re clutching her face to wipe away the wet tears.

you tuck her whispy blonde hair behind her cheek and pepper kisses on the face you’ve kissed many, many times.

not enough times.

you vow to dani that you’ll stay awake with her, to hold her throughout the night and keep her company for the last time.

you and dani will wake up and leave together because you refuse to leave her lonely.

as the night ages, you can no longer hold your slumber and in due time it’s overtaken you.

for a while, dani sits at the edge of the bed staring at you in sad adoration. she knows she must leave you but walking through the front door is way harder than she’d thought.

you can’t feel dani’s hand slip from yours, and you also don’t feel her kiss upon your cheek for this last time.

unknowingly, you snuggle up against a pillow thinking it is her but it’s not.

dani has gone away, slowly sinking without your knowledge.

you weren’t able to say goodbye, to keep her company during this frightening time and you’ll never be able to forgive yourself for it.

but dani does, and that is exactly why she had to let you go.

dani can’t allow you to bide on each threatening day of her life, you deserve to be free.

dani wouldn’t hold you back, she had promised herself long ago.

dani wouldn’t, dani would never.

so as she floats alone at the bottom of the lake, you’re fast asleep.

when you finally awaken, dani is no longer in bed. you don’t process the rational reason as to why she isn’t until you’ve read the letter she’d written.

you know immediately where she’s gone, and the tears start all over again.

it seems as though they never do stop.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

you never seemed to notice him, the only guy in the entire church dressed in almost all-black attire. all eyes instantly went to him when he sauntered into the service. 

people threw revolted glares and children gave curious stares. 

yet you were intrigued. 

his leather jacket intimidated you and he modeled chains and bulky rings that screamed nonbeliever. 

your mother wouldn't stop talking about him, she despised his very being.

"have you seen his shirt? it says hellfire! he's in a cult...you stay far away from that boy, he's no good and he'll flood your mind with mush!"

he'd gotten kicked out multiple times but always seemed to find his way back.

you just so happened to catch his eye, you had felt his looks from across the room.

you were a pure girl, and he was an oh-so-tainted boy. 

every sunday you confessed your sins to father and he would create a punishment from god to accurately serve you.

you would await your sacrament, ready for forgiveness and a puny deal of shunning as you prayed. 

then father would pray over you. 

it doesn’t take long for you to grow beguiled by eddie, he’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before. 

the first whiff you get of him is like a breath of fresh air. 

something not suffocating and forceful, something you don’t constantly question as being falsehood. 

he’s real, you can see him. 

you would touch him if you could. 

so when eddie sneaks up on you late at night while you’re still in church, cleaning and tidying as retribution you’re amazed at the mere sight of him. 

you don’t tell him off for being at the church after hours, you don’t tell on him either. 

instead, you gawk at the boy as he walks around, touching things you’re sure he shouldn’t be handling. 

you don’t stop him when he’s touching the sacred books, and you, sure enough, don’t stop him when he’s touching you. 

eddie invokes these startling sensations in you. 

feelings that have you turning your childhood stuffed animals around, afraid they’ll see your hand creeping its way down your sleep shorts late at night. 

it’s like he knows you dream of him.

in all of his ring-covered fingers, dangling chains, and curly-haired glory. 

staring at the boy had become your new favorite pastime. you’re watching him instead of listening to the priest, which has your mother scolding you. 

it’s a blessing that she doesn’t know what’s caught your attention. 

eddie was just so pretty, with his dimpled cheeks and wide smile. 

since meeting him, you’ve realized quickly that you had been getting into trouble much more often.

your sins gather like dirty dishes on thanksgiving day. 

“what has gotten into you? you will repent for your dreadful depravities!”

your mother reprimands scornfully. 

she’s telling father of your distractions and yet again you have to pray for forgiveness until finally, you’re cleaning up the church. 

as the days go on, your tidying in the church feels less like a punishment and more like a blessing. 

all because of eddie’s constant lingering. 

he always knew when you were at church alone to serve your penance. eddie made it his business to amuse you, to pay you some much-needed company. 

“hey there sweetheart, gettin’ into trouble i see.”

you’d smile lightly, often too shy to say anything more. eddie would let you continue with your own business. 

then, you’re sneaking glimpses as eddie amuses himself with the hard-benched wooden seating. apparently, you’re not too shy to be caught staring.

you observe as he slips a pocketknife out of his thick leather jacket pocket, carving notches into the wood. 

then he’s making insane sounds and faces that have you grinning with laughter, clutching your stomach in pain with cheeks that burn from smiling so much.  

after a couple of weeks, you had gotten comfortable enough with eddie to share your small mutterings of comments with him. 

eddie always matched your energy, he’d keep quiet just as you did and would share funny faces when he felt you needed a good laugh.

the two of you seemed to share conversation silently anyways. 

he would smile at you, lean up against the pulpit stand with his eyes glued to you while you straighten up. 

with eddie munson silent conversation always turned into much, much more. 

he could see right through that stagnant wall of purity you put up. 

at first, he’s doing small things like taking you away from service as it goes on. having you sit beside him in the small wooded area behind the church, puffing on a joint you watched him roll. 

eddie allowed you to play with his curly brown locks of hair and he would hum with pleasure as you innocently massaged his scalp. 

the small things progressively turned into much bigger things. 

eddie’s then taking you away from service to fuck you in the chapel. you can hear the prayers, the choir singing over your sonorous moaning and it’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever done.

the thought of it weeks later has you guilty, but ultimately you want more. 

you can't get enough of eddie munson. 

he finds enjoyment in that, eddie has tainted your innocence in such little time. 

he had done it so effortlessly too, with no shame in his mind.

you've opened up to things you usually wouldn't dare even think about, in the apprehension of disgrace and damnation. 

eddie taunts your devotion to god, a filthy look in his eyes at you as he cups your face with delicate, calloused hands.

his thick and chunky, silver rings are cold against your face, and you're reminded of how chilly his rings feel inside of you. 

pumping in and out, curving deliciously inside of your cunt.

it's a shameful thing to think about but you can't help yourself. 

“i don’t think your god would accept this sweetheart, but i don’t think you care. you wouldn’t be letting me fuck you here if you did, hmm?”

eddie was mean when he wanted to be and he enjoyed watching you pant out whimpers of your prayers as he fucked his thick cock into your sopping pussy. 

he would force you to recite all of your dirty wrong-doings, hands clasped and eyes closed tightly, as he pulls down the too-short skirt that you purposely wore for eddie’s attention. 

if there was any break in your sermon, eddie would make you start all over. 

it was hard and you were embarrassed, ashamed to be feeling as good as you were with rosary beads dangling around your neck. 

rosary beads that you clutched with every rough thrust of eddie’s dick. 

“tell me sweetheart, or i’ll have to stop.”

your god possibly staring down at you in ghastliness, scrutinizing as this outcast, reject you only just met pumped his cock inside of your dripping pussy. 

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want it, and you’d be lying if you said it would never happen again. 

eddie holds you tight, his leather jacket rustling noisily as he adjusts himself so you could feel him deeper. 

“tell me.”

eddie prods again and your legs shake with pleasure. as if he wasn’t already hitting spots inside of you that even your fingers late at night couldn’t reach. 

his moans and sighs of pleasure don't help your position. you dote on hearing eddie, hearing whines of how good your pussy feels wrapped around him. 

about how well you milked his cock. 

“eddie, please. i can’t.”

you could hear his cocky laughter in your ear and you knew he was teasing you, that he felt pleasure in watching you struggle. 

he wasn’t being fair. 

eddie had caught you right by the hook of his reel and by now you were in too deep. 

it had gotten to the point where eddie began showing up to your house during uncanny hours of the night. 

you never questioned him on how he found out where you lived, even though the idea did occur to you more than once. 

eddie always showed up at the perfect time. 

sneaking up through your bedroom window and holding you near as soon as he could get his ring-clad fingers on you. 

eddie and you could talk for hours, planning the day the two of you would run far away from that little hometown together. 

he encouraged your hopes and dreams, eddie would sit listening to you ramble about life outside of hawkins for however long you’d ramble on about it.  

eddie would give you comfort when it was needed. 

he would see your parents yelling at you in church and on those nights would come rushing to your room, whispering in your ear and reassuring you about how nothing was your fault. 

“look at me, you’re okay. you don’t need to talk about it…just c’mere.”

eddie knew how badly you wanted your parents' approval and as much as he despised that,

he knew you wouldn’t change. 

“don’t let them upset you, sweetheart.”

you were his sweetheart. 

“we’ll get away, sweetheart.”

oh, how you adored his nicknames for you. 

you were in too deep. 

he was in too deep. 

oh-so deep. 

“tell me you love me.”

eddie groans as you ride his cock for dear life, clutching onto him as if he’d disappear if you didn’t. 

you whimper when eddie reaches down between your legs to flick at your clit, his dick slips out of you with each gush of slick your pussy leaks out for him. 

“i love…”

you gasp, eyes shut tightly. 

“speak up, i wanna hear you say it.”

eddie hugs you close as he fucks himself deep into your cunt, with hard strokes that only make you beg for more. 

he’s grabbing hold of your face and smashing your lips together. he tastes of weed and cigarettes but you’ve grown to not care. 

you care for him too much.

“i love you! i love it when you fuck me. please don’t stop.”

“good girl.”

you don’t deny your love for eddie, because it’s true. 

you do love eddie, and he knows it very well. 

eddie is your breath of fresh air, something new and not suffocating. something you knew was surely real. 

you can see him, and you've touched him many times before. you have felt his warm skin and his curly brown hair. 

listened to the dangling of chains clasped onto his pants and the clinking of the chunky rings on his finger. 

eddie is always there for you. 

eddie was always there for you. 

but you’d grown older since then, remembering the day you never saw eddie munson again. 

the day you confessed your love for him. 

eddie’s name vanished along with him and everyone in town seemed to forget. 

not you. 

of course, not you. 

you remembered the feeling of his warm skin against yours, the feeling of him inside of you. 

the taste of him and his lips lingered for many years after. you never found out where he’d gone, you knew too little about him. 

eddie was the one that got away. 

and he’d left you behind. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

having a hidden relationship is easily one of the most blood-rushing, adrenaline-pumping experiences one can have. 

secret keeping is one thing, but it’s an entirely different thing when you’re hiding secrets from your friends. 

all for good reasoning, of course. 

you and phoebe collectively decided it would be best to skimp out on the details when it came to the relationship. 

so if that meant sneaking around under the noses of the people you surrounded yourself with daily, then that’s what you had to do. 

it was difficult at first, surely.

the inability to kiss your sweet phoebe in public and all the other affections as well. 

but luckily good things came upon it as well. 

you and phoebe turned the situation into a little game, a fun little game the two of you happened to be playing at the moment. 

phoebe proved to be such a little tease when she wanted to be. after way too many sneaky glances and touches you were beginning to grow, lustful.

she knew it too, with all her giddy smirking. 

you’re dining with your wealthy friend socialites, playing footsies under the table with phoebe. 

her heel-covered feet finding their way between your thighs, hiking up the skirt you now truly regret wearing. 

you send the playful girl a glare, hoping she won’t toy around with you too much. 

lady phoebe does quite the opposite and she drops her fork, telling the busboy off as he attempts to retrieve it. 

“i’ve got it.”

she replies with a lick of her lips, sending lascivious winks your way. 

you sip on a glass of champagne, gasping when you feel phoebe’s hands on your thighs. 

your conversing friends give you a concerned look at the loud noise but you give a dissatisfied grunt.

“bit my tongue.”

you feel a long, bold lick on your spread inner thighs only a couple of inches from your cunt. which makes you bite at your wrist to suppress the sound.

then phoebe is back as if she’d never left her seat and you’re breathless. 

“for christ’s sake.”

you mumble to yourself, sitting crossed legged in hopes to veer the arousal growing between your legs. 

lady phoebe takes her glass of champagne in hand, swirling her rather long tongue around the rim dirtily. 

she’s growing quite desperate for attention. 

you’re ecstatic when dinner is finally over, and the group is onto the next activity. 

you stay preparing in your room, finding the time to relieve yourself of the pent-up tension phoebe had the power of heightening. 

your own touch will never measure up to phoebe’s but given the time, you had no other choice. 

once you’re dressed in croquet-playing attire, you’re walking out of the fancy room guest room. 

phoebe leans against the wall of the door, nonchalantly. 

“couldn’t wait for me?”

the girl pouts. 

“you were quite loud, i wonder if anyone heard you whimpering out my name.”

then she’s walking away with a light sway of her hips, leaving your jaw dropped onto the ground. 

it’s evident from there that your suffering isn’t quite over. 

which you were right to assume as phoebe walks into the large field of greenery. 

your friends laugh amongst themselves, throwing hits with their mallets. 

phoebe sports the shortest skirt, a direct tease to you. if it were an inch shorter she’d be flashing the group with no care in the world. 

the corset wrapped around phoebe’s torso does well at accentuating her breast, putting them on full display for you. 

you’ll have to sit and watch phoebe bend for the entire game without touching. 

it’s insufferable, a punishment for your earlier vices. 

lady phoebe’s short skirt does not deter her from moving around freely. 

you catch an assistant sneaking glances at your girl multiple times, it angers you that you can’t claim her as yours. 

yet, she quickly catches onto where your gaze resides. catching the boy staring, red-handed. 

“you’ll be fired if you keep gawking at me.”

phoebe states pointedly at the boy, his eyes widening and you can’t help but to feel an ounce of remorse for him. 

your friends snicker at the young assistant’s embarrassment. 

phoebe stands directly in front of you, swinging her mallet and eyeing the ball she very obviously purposely hit your way. 

“silly me.”

the girl gasps, faking a frown. her pink lips soft and you desperately want to kiss them. 

“this game is hard, i’m losing.”

and she is, all at the expense of distracting you. 

the games continue for at least an hour longer, and so does the teasing. 

finally, you’re given a short break from phoebe. you would’ve surely burst if you had to stand watching her bend in front of you for any second longer. 

in preparation for a party the group is throwing later, you change into more tasteful attire. 

only having the thought in your mind of receiving payback for phoebe’s endless flirting. 

there’s a soft knock at the door of your guest room, and then lady phoebe is welcoming herself in. 

an ear-to-ear smile spread on her face, she’s wearing a slightly different outfit this time but it doesn’t at all hide how risque she’s trying to be.

unfortunately for you, it’s working. 

the new silver, metallic corset is less revealing at the breast but it’s short and stops way above her belly button. 

the red skirt is just as short as the one she’d worn while playing croquet and you stupidly believe the teasing has come to an end. 

you’ll finally have her, you just know it. 

phoebe walks slowly your way, closing the door. the lock clicks in place and you would jump around with glee if you weren’t so flustered, frozen in place. 

“do you want me?”

the girl whispers and your head is bobbing eagerly, feeling quite hypnotized under her gaze. 

“so badly.”

your voice sounds small, so filled with want that it’s pathetic. 

“doesn’t seem like so.”

she’s lying, even phoebe knows how badly you want her. 

“phoebe-”

she’s cutting you off with a disapproving click of her tongue, a tongue you so desperately wish to taste. 

“you would’ve touched me if you wanted me as badly as you say, but you didn’t.”

she’s still teasing you, and it’s excruciating. 

“i was right in front of you, yet you didn’t touch me.”

you have her so close that you could nearly smell her shampoo, but she’s still teasing. 

phoebe’s lips are mere inches away from yours, you can feel her breath on your face. 

bold and unashamed, you lean in to steal the kiss but you’re far too slow and she’s pulling away. 

“naughty, naughty girl.”

with a simple push, phoebe has you sitting at the edge of your bed. your eyes follow her every move. 

you groan in frustration, a complaint ready to slip from your lips but phoebe sits on your lap and you grow quiet. 

“i want you too.”

her lips brush softly against yours and you instantly close your eyes. 

your match sparks, igniting a need and want you’ve been holding in for hours.  

phoebe’s lips send a cold shiver down your spine, but you don’t let it stop you from claiming the girl on your lap. 

she’s given the upper hand, but you grow possessive as your tongues dance in a sensual and burning tango that even has phoebe’s desire boiling over.

your heart is beating incredibly fast and you even believe phoebe can hear it. 

her hands roam around your body, tugging the clothes you wear. popping buttons and tearing fabric away in desperation. 

you hold phoebe’s cheek in your hand, and it’s like a power not even the most worthy person should hold. 

the kiss deepens and your lungs burn with the fire need for air, but you don’t care. not wanting anything more than the taste of your lover’s lips on yours. 

you simply can’t get enough. 

when the kiss finally ends you’re left with buzzing lips, euphoria that leaves your head swaying. 

but phoebe isn’t done with you yet as she nibbles at the sensitive skin of your neck and it feels delightful, like a warm fire heating your cold skin. 

her touch is like a gift from heaven, your eyes close in bliss taking in all the overwhelming feelings you’re being given. 

then, it’s ending all too soon with a call of phoebe’s name from somewhere outside of the room. 

you pull her close, silently begging for her to stay with you. 

unfortunately, you know she can’t. 

lady phoebe smirks down at you, her eyes are bright and her pupils were completely blown. 

she’s crawling off of your lap, and rolling up her black fishnets too slowly. 

giving a show that even you feel unworthy of. 

“i guess you’ll have to wait.”

with a close of the door, your match is blown out leaving a hunger that won’t be satisfied until you have phoebe’s lips on yours again. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

you’re staring in adoration watching your girlfriend doll up her face for a vogue beauty video.

she speaks to an audience with a soft-spoken voice, patting cleansers you pass her.

you’re sitting on the sink and with each look in the mirror, natalia catches a glimpse of you mimicking the placement of her fingers caressing her cheekbones.

she giggles and you smile, successfully distracting your lover.

“i’m sorry guys, my girlfriend is interrupting me.”

you poke your hand into the frame, waving it wildly to natalia’s amusement.

natalia’s gaze adverts to you, stealing her attention from the camera. her cheeks turn a bright red which is ironic as she blots a creamy blush onto her cheeks.

the extra product isn’t needed and you tease her for it.

your girlfriend playfully rolls her eyes at you.

natalia uses the same reddish stick of product to slather onto her lips. she purses them, focusing heavily on her precision.

all that can be heard is the cute little wet smack of your lips meeting. when natalia arrives back in the frame, her lip balm is slightly smudged and her nose shines a red tint.

it’s obvious to the audience that natalia shared a kiss with her girlfriend, you.

“well, okay then…”

natalia starts, looking around for a brush that you already have in hand. a wide smile on your face that only makes natalia smile brighter.

you pass her the brush and she runs it gently through her hair, toying with bangs that just won’t seem to cooperate.

“bangs are great because there’s a lot of real estate, that you don’t have to worry about.”

you squint at natalia’s sly comment and she shrugs at you in response.

for a while, you leave your girlfriend alone. simply sitting and patiently watching a routine you’ve seen so many times before.

it never seems to get old and you listen to natalia rant about stranger things.

a job she holds close and dear to her heart, you can tell by the look swarming in her eyes as she recalls a time with her fellow cast mate.

as time passes, natalia’s face becomes lightly painted with products that brighten her features.

covering blemishes you’re luckily able to show love to with kisses each day.

her blue eyes shimmer underneath the beaming bathroom light.

you’re so busy staring that you don’t realize natalia has completed her look.

“bye, vogue!”

natalia waves and you mimic your girlfriend, calling out your goodbyes.

then she ends the video and you hop down from the sink, holding natalia’s face in your hands while examining her makeup.

“i like it.”

you rake your fingers through natalia’s bangs, fixing them in a way you know she loves because you do them best.

she’s told you that countless amount of times.

“i do this same look almost every day.”

natalia retorts, peering at you with curiosity.

“and i’ll continue to like it every day.”

you beam, kissing your girlfriend and holding her close. pushing stray hairs behind her ear.

back then, you don’t realize how big of a mark your video commentary and actions would be. the video isn’t released until months later, both you and natalia forget about it.

until the video goes viral, you and natalia are all people are talking about.

you’ve sat on the sink watching your girlfriend prep her face for as long as you can remember. only this time, it’s been recorded for all to see.

making the hearts of millions of people completely burst in two.

you feel no shame about it because you’ve made your girlfriend smile and that’s all you could ever want.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*