honeymoon

You grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his headboard, your hair flipped when you tried to look down at him. Your legs straddled his thighs, and you put in him in a leg lock.

“I have had enough Eddie, cut it out!” You looked seriously angry. You just didn’t really know that this was Eddies biggest fantasy. You, on top of him, putting his hands above his head. He couldn’t ask for more.

Eddie, still giggling said “Okay, okay fine! You win princess!” He felt all the blood from his brain flood down south, he was so jerking off to this later. He couldn’t stop laughing at your furiously red face, you were really ticklish and you hated when somebody touched your sides. And Eddie knew that all too well.

You let go of his hands in defeat, sighing as you raked a hand through your loose hair. You arched your back a little bit on instinct, still on his lap. If somebody were to walk in on this, they’d think you guys were about to do something normal best friends definitely shouldn’t do.

Eddie finally stopped laughing and put his arms cross on top of his head. “God, you’re so cute when you’re angry.” He said.

“Shut up already” you scoffed, annoyed at his antics. You suddenly felt something big from under your crotch. You ignored it at first, thinking nothing of it. When you started giving him your lecture about how it’s very difficult to focus on your homework when he keeps fucking around it clicked. Eddie had a full-on boner for you.

“And because you actually gotta graduate this year, it’s very important to kee-” You stopped talking immediately, mouth agape in shock.

Eddie immediately knew what was going on, he tried so hard to make it go away but the sight of you in that fucking position, made his mind go numb.

“It’s not what you think it is!” He got so fucking red, he’s so embarrassed. He has a hard on for his best friend, and she noticed.

“Edward Cornelius Munson, do you have a fucking boner right now?!” Your jaw was on the floor, your arms uncrossed in confusion.

“God I’m sorry okay! It’s just, the way you’re sitting is not really helping. You’re kind of moving against it.” He groaned with his eyes shut. He doesn’t know what to do or what to say right now, but that was definitely the wrong thing he could possibly do.

“You mean to tell me you get horny from me wrestling with you?” You asked out of pure curiosity. Maybe he liked being dominated by you.

“Yes! Yes okay?! I do, I get turned on by it, so what!” He ran his hands over his face, he might as well just admit to his fantasies.

“Was that why you started tickling me?” You moved a few inches closer to his face, leaning on your hands. You thought about Eddie before in a romantic or even sexual manner, but this was getting really real.

Eddie just whined in agreement. That sound made you feel things in your lower belly, it was really hot.

“You like it when I’m on top of your dick?” You were feeling bold, especially when you both know you were in control now. You slowly ground your hips on top of his. He full on moaned, no holding back. “F-fuck, y/n you gotta stop.” His eyes still shut.

“Eddie open your eyes.” You commanded. And so he did, your face was so close to his. He inched a little closer, just when his breathing picked up and his lips got closer to yours, you leaned in and sealed your mouths together.

The first few seconds were a little rusty, but he slowly opened his mouth and you did too, tongues sliding together like they knew each other already. Lips exploring the other ones, his hands found your ass and made you rock your pussy against his bulge in his pajama pants.

Your fingertips found his curling locks and tugged on them a little bit, he whined into your mouth. Eddie pulled away like he had to say something urgent.

“Can I please touch your tits?” His lips parted and his eyes big. You loved your boobs played with so your answer was a no brainer.

“Please do Teddie, I’ve been waiting so long to hear you say that.” Your teeth hit the inside of your lip.

His hands immediately cupped your tits and began playing with them like stress balls. He was getting harder by the second, it felt like some sort of wet dream.

“Eddie take your pants off.”

The request felt like something he’d only ever thought he’d hear in heaven. He looked up at you with those big wet doe eyes, scanning your face to see if you were serious. And yes, yes you were.

“Are you sure?” His brows furrowed, he’d never want you to feel forced to so anything at all.

“Eddie, I wanna suck your cock, take off your fucking pants, now.” You were dead serious, you had a passion in your eyes no had ever seen before. Your lace panties began flooding with arousal, a submissive Eddie was something you’d never thought you’d experience.

“Christ, y-yeah no of course!” He was fumbling with his stupid belt, you were both getting impatient now. He finally got the pants down to his thighs, and let out a small whine. You wanted to do the big reveal yourself. Your manicured fingertips slowly grabbed the waistband of his cotton boxers and slowly pulled down. You already saw a tiny piece of his happy trail, now getting why it was called that.

Your hands kept pulling down until his red cock sprang free, you audibly gasped the fucking size of that thing. His girth was impressive to say the least, and he was definitely around 8 inches long, that’s more than you’ve ever taken in your whole life. You looked at him with lustful eyes and lowered your head.

You gathered saliva in your cheeks and spat right on the oozing slit. He winced at the sensation, such a sensitive boy.

He gasped when your lips wrapped around the mushroom tip. His precum collecting on your tastebuds, he tasted a little salty but sweet at the same time, you loved it. He moaned so deliciously, it had you in a spell. You moved your head lower you reached the base, the tip in your throat.

“G-god, that’s so fucking good, doll.” He didn’t know what to do with his hands so he gripped your hair. He still wanted to continue playing with your soft tits, but he’ll do that later. Your lips went up and down very slowly at first, but as you got used to his size, your confidence grew. Lipgloss pooling all around the base of his cock, it looked so pretty like that.

“You’re gonna kill me some, ah, someday you know?” He said in between moans. You loved having his cock in your mouth, you felt so full. Your panties were getting absolutely drenched, you’ll see what to do with that after this. You pulled yourself off his shaft and licked him from ball to tip before deep throating him again. A loud groan escaped his pink lips. It was so good. He kept moaning and groaning, occasionally closing his eyes for a few seconds, but he didn’t want to look away from he sight in front of him too much.

He was getting closer, you could sense it, so you increased your already ungodly speed.

“Fuck oh fucking hell, I’m gonna cum, baby I’m gonna cum.” He whimpered. You continued blowing him, wanting Eddie to cum in your throat. The sounds that were getting made were unholy. The gargling mixed with his moans was enough to get you off on its own. After a few more seconds you could feel his balls tightening and that was a sign he was releasing.

White spurts flew down your throat, making you cough a bit, but it was so worth it. You looked at him, and saw him in absolute is. Eyes pinched shut, mouth wide open making such pornographic sounds, brows furrowed and sweat beads on his forehead. His bangs sticking to his face, it was so erotic.

You continued a sucking motion a few more times to let him ride out his high until you came off of him.

“How was that?” Out of breath, face red and lipgloss in places it shouldn’t be.

“Holy fucking hell. You’re actually perfect.”

You smiled, knowing he enjoyed it.

“Now let me return the favor.”

anonthebanished: no! no! i wanna do this,  just haven't met anyone irl b4

tickledpink: I haven't either, it'll be ok. 

tickledpink: my husband is away for a week, you can come over anytime.

On the other side of the screen, Eddie sighed and rubbed his face with his rough, large hands in frustration. Eddie was a regular in the online chat rooms, chatting with lonely women who struggled to date when he wasn't trying to find a backup drummer for Corroded Coffin. 

When the two of you matched, he didn't want to leave out of fear he'd lose you. You were different, not needy for love, but needy for sex. Eddie wasn't used to a woman being so open, direct, and not afraid to take control. 

The two of you were planning to meet after the first week of latenight pillow typing but something always got in the way, your mother-in-law visiting after Steve insisted, just to make sure you were doing okay, and then Eddie's paycheque being swallowed up by his debts. 

He was so close, hopeful that you'd meet halfway, at some motel, but he had lost his opportunity. Again. 

anonthebanished: I can't drive up

anonthebanished: my van is fcked

Should've fixed my fuckin' van. So stupid.

anonthebanished: maybe halfway at motel? can get dropped off. 

tickledpink: no, it's ok. I can drive. 

tickledpink: I'll come to you. 

tickledpink: In my husbands car. lol. 

Eddie's eyes widened as he began to cough on the cigarette smoke he was blowing out into the air. He hesitated for a moment, catching his breath before dampening his lips with his tongue, his dick hardening in his pants at the thought of you coming to him, on him, with him. 

anonthebanished: fck yeah. when?

tickledpink: tomorrow?

Eddie's dick twitched and he slipped his hand into his boxers, his hand clamping around the base of his shaft. He quickly typed back using the middle finger of his non-dominant hand, the cigarette still resting between his teeth.

anonthebanished: plz. need u already. here's my address. 

"She really wants me, huh?" He grunted, slowly stroking himself, "Well, she can come and get me."

Your heart almost stopped at his address. 

Hawkins. He's local. He's more than local. He's a fucking half-hour walk away.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You stared at your screen, quickly grabbed a scrap of paper, and scribbled down his address. You knew the address already; realistically, you didn't need to write it down, but you did so anyway, it would be the only way you knew this had happened for real and not some warped fever dream.

Biting your bottom lip, your stomach flutters yet drops at the same time: you were finally going to get a decent fuck, but you were doing it behind Steve's back. 

Your eyes trailed over to your bedside drawer, the one with the vibrators and dildos. Sure, you could use them again instead of seeking out someone, but you were bored, fed up with getting yourself off, alone in an empty home. You craved physical touch, a man's hands roaming your body as his tongue explored your mouth, groaning away whilst he thrusted into you. 

Steve's sex drive became nonexistent as work became the priority over your marriage; he'd last two minutes with little regard for your climax, which irritated you. Steve had a big dick and he knew how to use it and how to please you, but his lack of consideration possessed him. 

tickledpink: I'll be there. Mid-afternoon?

anonthebanished: Whenever u want, princess ;)

There's no going back now. Once Steve gets back, I won't have to do this when the busy period dies down. It's just a one-time thing, a harmless fuck. Nothing serious, nothing permanent. He knows I'm married; it's not like it'll be awkward if I see him out at the general store. Steve is oblivious. He won't be able to tell. No one will tell him, I won't crack. 

tickledpink: mid-afternoon it is, see you then... what do you look like? above the waist, obviously. 

Did I go too far asking that? Hopefully, I've not scared him off?

The two of you had exchanged poor quality webcam pictures that were blurry and taken in dim lighting in the early hours of the morning; you had seen each other's bodies, your breasts, your behind, and your glistening cunt, and his body and length excited you; he had a lot to offer. You knew he had tattoos on his arm and chest, but they looked like a smudged blob of ink; you had never seen his face, and you didn't know his name. 

That would all change tomorrow.

Eddie recognised your shape, but he couldn't put his finger on where. You could be from anywhere, women sometimes blurred into one beautiful being after too many drinks, but you felt familiar to Eddie. Too familiar. 

anonthebanished: u'll see tomoz, don't want to spoil the surprise, a little mystery is sexy, no?

anonthebanished: but don't get ur hopes up either lmao 

tickledpink: how will you know it's me if we don't exchange face pics?

anonthebanished: no one has cars here. the only vehicle is a delivery van. 

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, slightly worried. 

tickledpink: won't people get suspicious though? My husband's car will stick out like a sore thumb. 

anonthebanished: trust me. no one will notice. 

anonthebanished: I promise. 

No one will notice. Does this guy even have neighbours?

tickledpink: I trust you. See you tomorrow, I need to get to bed. 

tickledpink: can't be too tired for tomorrow. 

anonthebanished: oh I'll tire you out ;) 

anonthebanished: goodnight ;* 

tickledpink: goodnight :)

After showering two or three times and going through outfit after outfit, you were finally driving to his house, your hands shaking against the steering wheel, lightly sweating against the leather. The car still smelled like Steve. You checked your rearview mirror and continued to close in on the address. 

I'm in his car, driving to someone else's place to have sex with them, whilst he's probably working through his delayed lunch break or in the middle of a business meeting, sweating in his suit, thinking about finally coming home. 

You expected your foot to slam on the brakes so you could quickly put your car in reverse and go home, to never go in the chatroom again, but you carried on driving, getting closer and closer to the trailer park, which had all been vacated but one with the van. Through the windshield, you stared at the van. You had seen it before, swerving through town, blaring music that Steve always complained about. 

"What an asshole. Who drives like that? Can you hear that crap?" Steve whined once, pressing his fist on his horn. 

"Who can't hear it?!" You muttered, shaking your head. 

Finally, parking Steve's car, you got out and slammed the door, your stomach whirring like a washing machine full of anxiety, excitement, and guilt. 

Looking up at the trailer door, your eyes widened at the man standing in front of his door, just feet away from you, the drop of your jaw mirroring his. 

"No fucking way." Eddie choked out, his cigarette dropping from his mouth. 

Your stomach dropped, your hands started to sweat and all you didn't know if you wanted to get back in the car and drive or start an argument. 

This has to be a set-up. 

"Are you kidding me?" You whispered.

But his... anonthebanished... it all makes sense. Perfect sense.

You squeezed your eyes shut, running a hand through your hair, "of course," you mumbled, "this makes perfect sense... the banished."

"I fuckin' knew I recognised the shape of your waist!" He freaked out, clicking at you, "I constantly stared at you in gym! How did I not notice?" 

Your cheeks began to burn. 

"What's with the name tickledpink? What's that about?"

You chose to ignore him; there wasn't anything to tell.

"Well, I couldn't make out your tats from the shitty webcam quality," you cleared your throat, trying to think of something to flush out your red cheeks. 

"So lover boy isn't all that great then?" Eddie slowly approached you, a deep look of pride splashing across his face. 

"I told you already, he's away on a business trip." You huffed and crossed your arms. 

"Yeah, probably fucking some chick in some dirty motel room."

That possibility never crossed your mind, but you knew Steve. He wasn't a cheater; he'd probably jerk off over a Playboy magazine, but he'd never fuck someone else. He wasn't like that. 

"I'm here for a fuck, like we agreed on, Eddie. I'm not here to talk." You began to scowl and stuck your chin up, "Why are you the only one here anyway? I thought you were getting out of this place."

Eddie laughed, now standing so close you could smell the shampoo he used, "So much for not talking." He swallowed hard, "Everyone else got rehoused... after I got found not guilty for murder, they still didn't want to be living nearby. Can't say I blame them."

"That's why you're in chatrooms..." 

"You can't get a fuck, I can't get a fuck or a date. Where am I meant to go?" 

A sharp twinge of sympathy clawed at you. You didn't know what to say, so instead, you gently reached up and brushed the curls that were in his eyes, careful not to poke him. Your eyes melted into him, feeling a shiver run down your spine and sending goosebumps pricking up on your arms. 

The last time you got this close to another man was when Steve left, nearly a month ago. He kissed the top of your head before getting into his colleague's sleek black sedan, waving you off from the passenger seat. Eddie had gone longer without affection or a casual hookup. It had been years; nothing ever went further than online talk. 

Eddie's breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes fell to your lips. His hand came up and rested against the side of your face, his thumb tracing circles into your cheek. 

Fuck. Her skin is so soft.

Following Eddie's lead, you closed your eyes and leaned in, finally kissing the lips you'd been imagining for the last fourteen days. You didn't know what to expect; the kiss wasn't going to be slow, romantic, and instead it turned to something more frantic, hungry, and desperate.

The hand that cupped the side of your face became tangled in the hair at the back of your head, whilst his other hand snaked around you and pulled you into him. Eddie's dick started to painfully harden; the heat from the kiss and your body pressing against him was enough to have him cum in his pants; the reality of this going much further was enough to give him palpitations. 

The way he tugged at your hair sent a moan slipping from your lips. Eddie lowered you down, pressing your back onto the hood of Steve's car as the kiss deepened, with your tongues swirling around each other. The cool metal against your back brought in your growing guilt over what and who you were doing, but as Eddie pulled away from the kiss and his hand lowered to the buckle on his belt, the guilt washed away with excitement. 

"You want to?" he breathed heavily. 

You nodded, "Desperately, on or in the car?" 

Eddie chuckled as he removed his belt, "I don't care, as long as I get to fuck you." 

Your eyes focused on the growing bulge in his jeans, his hand tugged the zipper down before removing them, completely surprising you. He wasn't as big or wide as Steve, but he was bigger than expected, and if he knew how to use it, you knew you were in for a good time.

Eddie stripped himself down to his boxers, engorging through the thin fabric, you forced yourself to stop staring and got undressed, throwing your outfit on the ground beside his jeans and sleevesless tour shirt. His eyes tracked your neck and then down your breasts he so craved to caress. Lower and lower he took you in, slowly going down your stomach that he'd imagine cumming on. Finally reaching your underwear, he chewed on his bottom lip.

He began to laugh. 

"What?!" you asked, cocking up an eyebrow, "Is there something wrong with me?!" 

Eddie smirked, "No, no, it's just... nothing." He shook his head. 

"No, what is it? Tell me, man." 

He sighed, the smirk still plastered to his face, "You're keeping your socks and shoes on?"

"Y-you aren't?" You looked down, only now noticing he'd taken his off. 

"It's just me here." He lowered his voice, his eyes now trailing back up your body

"Eddie," you tried not to laugh, getting impatient, "I'm keeping them on."

"Alright, Alright!" He surrendered, his open palms fanned out in front of you, closing in on you again. "You have two choices: turn around and bend over, or lie back."

Bending over would be easier; you could close your eyes and pretend it's Steve, but on second thought, you didn't want to look away and pretend. Eddie was sweet with a good sense of humour, and he was... new. Full of mystery, unpredictable, less polished yet perfect.

You planted yourself on the hood of the car and slipped your underwear off down your legs, Eddie untangled them from around your socks and shoes and removed them. He removed his boxers, freeing himself. His length slapped against him, the sight of him already making up for your drawer of toys. 

"I have protection but I left it inside," he gripped himself, tugging eagerly. 

"I'm on birth control, it's fine." you reassured him, "don't worry about lube, I'm wet enough." 

You teased him and propped your legs up on the edge of the cars hood, allowing him to peek at your swelling clit and glistening folds. 

Eddie watched and lined himself up to your entrance, his hands resting on your waist, "and spit costs nothing, sweetheart. You ready?"

Your legs wrapped around Eddie, "Are you?"

"It's now or never."

You pulled Eddie into you as your legs tightened around him, the tip of his dick pierced you, reminding you how good skin on skin felt. Real skin. He furrowed his brows as his shaft glided inside of you, your warm and gummy walls embracing his size closely, this break in his celibacy only intensifying his pleasure, a deep and guttural groan erupting from his throat. 

You gasped at him, stretching you out, at how perfect he seemed to fit, like a jigsaw completing a puzzle. Your hands gripped the hood of the car to keep steady, reminding yourself to be vocal.

Enjoy yourself, enjoy him. Your moans will encourage him. Let him enjoy you

Eddie's thrusts were powerful, and his stamina was refreshing; he wasn't tired out easily. His dick pressed deeper and deeper into you until there was nothing left of him for you to swallow. He pulled one of your legs from around him and draped it over his shoulder, now positioning himself at an angle, hitting and grazing at your gspot. 

"Can reach you so much better this way, fuck." He panted, still bucking wildly. 

He was right. The angle brought you more pleasure and made it easier for him to keep fucking you, you stared up at him, his name spilling from your lips over and over again, a private chant between the two of you. 

Eddie didn't know where to look; the different parts of your body and face were spoiling him for choice. He leaned over you, so you propped yourself up on your elbows to meet him halfway, his sweaty forehead brushing against yours and his hair began to stick to his flushed face. His movements slowed a little and he became more breathless, afraid that if he kept going fast, he'd jump the gun and spill his load without making you cum first. 

"You feel so fucking good, Eddie," you panted, your insides becoming more tender. 

"Remind me," he grunted, blowing his fringe out of his eyes, "why didn't we do this in school?" 

You didn't really want to remind him, it was even cruel for you to think back to, but you owed him an answer. He took a risk meeting you after what he went through, and he was worth the risk of your marriage falling apart over a one time deal.

"My boyfriend," you started, "Now husband, hated your guts. I was too much of a coward to think for myself."

Eddie hummed, picking up speed again, "is that right?"

You nodded, "Mhm... oh fuck,"

"Look at how that turned out." He smirked again. 

That fucking smirk. Those fucking eyes.

Eddie's thrusts were unrelenting, your walls tightening around him as he kept gliding against them. The pleasure began to build in you, climbing higher and higher, with each thrust and groan from Eddie exciting you further towards your orgasm. He attacked your neck, lightly sucking and playfully biting on it without enough force to leave a mark, and his grip on your waist tightened. The build of sweat and your excitement from beneath you made you sink lower onto Eddie, pushing you to your limit. 

"Eddie, please don't stop, please!" You whined loudly, throwing your head back. 

"I'm not going to stop until you're satisfied." He panted again, doing as he was told. 

Your walls clamped around him, strangling him, which made his lips quiver, and the mounting tension inside of you snapped, sending your legs wobbly and your back arching, with your hot cum oozing down him. 

The feeling of you soaking Eddie pushed him towards the finish line, his hands wrapped around your back and he pulled you into him, his face now in the crook of your neck. Eddie replayed the details in his head over and over to the soundtrack of your moans and sweet nothings. 

I'm fucking Harrington's wife. 

I'm fucking Steve Harrington's wife, on his car.

I'm fucking Steve Harrington's wife, on his car, and she's loving it. 

Eddie thought about the times he stared at your stomach in the low quality webcam pictures you sent him, and before he spilt himself inside of you, he quickly pulled out and eased you back against the hood of the car. 

He tugged at his dick frantically and aimed at his favourite spot on your stomach, his hot and sticky thick ropes shooting out and hitting your clammy skin. 

Eddie didn't speak. When removing your leg from his shoulder, he nearly stumbled back but you were able to pull him back towards you with your other leg, still wrapped around him. 

You both stayed quiet, the only sound in his lot was your deep breaths and sighs against the setting amber sun, the cooling air biting at your hard nipples and Eddie's collar bones. 

"That was..." he started.

"Better than expected." You lightly laughed, flashing him a smile. 

"R-really?" Eddie wiped the beads of sweat from his brow before pushing his hair back and messily tying it up. 

"You have no idea." 

You unwrapped your leg from around Eddie, your legs dropping against the car with a light thud.  Eddie leaned against the hood, resting next to you, staring at your socks and shoes, laughing again. 

"I know this was a one time thing," he spoke up, his breathing settling, "but do you want to come in? Take a shower and maybe have a glass of water?" 

You knew this would break your own rules and the boundaries you and Eddie set when you were both toying with the idea of a hook-up but that was when neither of you knew eachothers identity. 

Nothing can be more extreme than what we've just done. 

You slowly slid down the hood of your husbands car, landing on your feet, picking up Eddie's boxers you wiped away his seed and chucked his underwear at him, laughing back at him. 

"Sure," you yawned, "a shower and a refreshment won't hurt."