Starr ⭐️

At first, it was difficult to put a finger on what exactly was throwing him off. 

When the two of you got together, he was thrilled. Like, running through the streets naked, jumping on top of moving cars, Wilhelm screaming, over the goddamn moon kind of thrilled. He’d been into you since forever and had always felt totally comfortable around you. You were hilarious and cool and probably definitely the smartest person he knew, easy—not that the rest of his friends were like Rhodes scholars or anything.

Still, it kind of blew him away that someone like you was actually interested in him.

The longer you saw one another and the closer you got, he only liked you more and more. Then you guys started doing stuff and he sort of kind of lost his fucking mind. He’d never been with a person that felt so much like home; someone he felt like he could spend forever with, if you’d only have him. And the sex was…unbelievable.

You let your bodies have long, in-depth conversations that lasted into the night and then picked right back up again in the early morning. He hadn’t ruined this many sets of sheets since he was a snot-nosed pre-teen first discovering the loving embrace of his own fist. But as the fog of your initial sex haze dissipated, he couldn’t shake this one thought that kept coming back.

He didn’t want to toot his own horn or anything, but Eddie had it on pretty good authority he was above average when it came to making girls arrive. And with you…

Well, it was just different.

You were pretty quiet, for one. Which was kind of odd, considering how brash and brazen you could be normally. Eddie thought maybe you were just more subdued during sex. Sometimes it was the quietest, most mousy-looking girls who rattled his trailer roof the hardest. So maybe the reverse was also true? And there was nothing wrong with that, if it was. Just because he was vocal in bed, it certainly didn’t mean he expected you to be.

But when you came—or rather, when you said you were—it just didn’t quite feel like he expected.

He was no expert, mind you. But after having dealt so much in theatricality and role play, he’d developed quite an ear for insincerity. And you are anything but insincere.

When he had you pinned underneath him, his hips snapping as he drove you into the mattress, the way you squirmed and writhed and squeezed around him was pure fucking bliss. But then, just when he thought he was getting you going, you would be wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in close so he could hear your heated whisper.

“Gonna come for me, beautiful?” he’d ask, his hand dipping between your bodies to rub at your clit. You’d nod, almost too blissed out to speak.

“I did, I did,” you told him, more breath than words. “I came already—I wanna feel you.”

And, well, when you say it like that…it’s all he can do not to blow his load on the spot. 

It’s not that he doesn’t believe you. He just thinks maybe you don’t know what it feels like to really come. So it’s not that you’re faking—something is definitely happening down there—it’s just not an orgasm. At least not a decent one.

At least not one he wants to claim.

Considering the guys you’d dated, he’s not all that surprised. They all sounded like losers who worried about themselves first and only. Dumb jerks who thought their dicks were magic wands that made girls come as soon as they set foot in the lobby. He didn’t want to be like them.

He wanted to take you to the fucking penthouse.

But it’s tricky. He can’t just bring up something like this, can he? He doesn’t want to offend you. He doesn’t want you thinking he’s saying there’s something wrong with you. Because of course there isn’t. And he doesn’t want to keep going without you knowing what he’s trying to do.

Like he said…it’s delicate.

So the next time he had you over, he let you lead. He made no move to change your course as you kissed down his bare inked chest, over the sparse patch of hair that swirled just beneath his navel, and pulled him hot and leaking from behind his blue checkered shield. And even as his instincts screamed in protest, he let you take him into the warmth of your mouth and bob on his cock until he came—a shuddering, whining, blubbering mess as he filled your throat.

All part of the plan. All part of the plan.

It took a bit of time for him to recover and he spent every second of it loving on you—each graze of his fingers and lips leisurely, but thorough. He kissed all the parts of you he thought might have been left unattended too long: the undersides of your breasts marked by the indentations of your bra; the soft span of skin that ran along the inside of your forearm to the crease of your elbow; the sides of your ribcage that quivered at the tickle of his warm breath.

And he watched your face every step of the way, studying you until you dropped fully into that deeply relaxed state. He let his hand drift down between your legs, skimming them over the sensitive skin there, making you tremble all over in anticipation. Alright, this was it.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, a low rumble between kisses along your collarbone.

“Yeah?”

You hummed out your reply, looking down at him with heavy lidded eyes, half gone already. It made Eddie grin, his smile all teeth.

Oh, this was gonna be fun.

“I was wondering if you’ve ever had multiples?”

The question made your brow wrinkle and you frowned slightly. “Multiple? Multiple what?”

“Multiple orgasms,” he said with a light chuckle. “Like if I fingered you until you came and then went down on you until you came again. Made you come over, and over, and over…”

You gasped as his tongue traced the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your body.

“Can that…does that happen?” you asked with a breathy sigh. He just smiled at the adorably incredulous look on your face and nodded.

“Of course,” he said. “I think that’s like the main thing you guys have going for you in this arena. Something to make up for all the annoying shit you have to put up with from your body.”

Another chuckle makes his chest shake as he rubs a hand over your lower belly, remembering how you’d asked him once just to press on it with his strong, warm hands and offer some relief from your cramps that were particularly bad one night.

“Oh. I mean…I’ve heard that, I guess. I kind of always thought it was a joke.”

“Well, I might not get you there,” Eddie said, giving you a smile he hopes is reassuring. “And if it doesn’t feel good or it hurts or anything, just tell me and we’ll stop. No harm, no foul.”

You pinched the edge of his comforter between your fingers and tugged at it, twisting it into a little peak at your side. “That sounds…really good,” you told him quietly.

“So, I can try?” he asked, brow lifting. “It’s okay?”

“I mean, yeah…” You chewed your lip, still a little hesitant. “But what about you?”

Eddie smirked, all sly and wily as he brushed the backs of his fingers along the softness of your cheek. “We did me already,” he reminded you.

Your cheeks heated at the memory, the taste of his come still sitting warm on your tongue as you swallowed thickly. Admittedly, you’d been kind of surprised when he let you go down on him first and actually finished in your mouth. Normally he was tugging you off him as soon as he felt himself losing it, grunting out something about not wanting to go too quickly.

“Okay,” you said with a small smile. “It just seems a little unfair”

“How’s it unfair if it’s what I want?” he murmured, voice dropping back to that low rumble.

Hard to argue with that, you supposed. 

A beaming smile spread across your face and you twisted your fingers in the ball chain necklace that dangled around his neck to pull him closer. You answered his question with the press of your lips against his own, inhaling a shaky breath when you pulled away. Eddie’s nose nudged against yours, mashing into the softness of your cheek to resume the kiss. His hand came up to cradle your jaw and his mouth moved in that slow, sensuous way that made your insides dance and leap and spin like an entire company of ballerinas.

The kiss itself is so dizzying, you almost forgot about Eddie’s initial intentions until you felt his fingers begin to gently glide through your soaking folds. He swallowed your little mewl of relief as two of them finally sank inside your warmth while his thumb brushed teasingly light over your clit. It doesn’t take long at all for your arousal to coat his fingers, for your body to gush for him.

“Ed, I’m…I’m coming,” you breathed out, tingling with that initial burst of pleasure.

“Thats it, baby,” Eddie nodded, going along with it one last time. “You’re doing so good for me.”

He drew a single, high moan out of you—more like a gasp of relief as your body fully relaxed and all the stiffness in your shoulders and tension in your limbs melted away. You let your head loll to the side and smiled, almost dazed with the feeling. Pride surged in his chest from the way you looked at him sometimes—so perfectly content and elated because he was all yours. 

The look he gave you was rapturous as he licked his lips and started to make his way down, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake that dotted across your chest, between the valley of your breasts, down your sternum and the soft pudge of your tummy. You propped yourself up to watch him as his mop of dark curls dipped between your thighs, fingers still sitting snug inside your warm, wet walls. Your chest rose and fell with each deep breath and he could only imagine how hard your heart must be pounding for you to try and slow it like you are.

“I’m gonna try for another, okay?” he soothed. “Stay relaxed for me, beautiful.”

You nodded back and let your head drop down, sinking deep into the embrace of your pillow.

Eddie pumped his fingers a few more times, faster now and crooking them upwards in search of that spot inside you that had eluded him far too long. The deftness of his touch coupled with the eager swipes of his tongue had your body heaving now as he traced a maddening pattern, swirling side to side and weaving it through your center.

Eyes suddenly fluttering open and closed, you whined softly and squirmed in his grasp as his tongue decisively swerved away from where you needed him most. The anticipation made your hips rock into his face, chasing more of the feeling as he teased you relentlessly.

His free arm promptly wrapped around your thigh, his hand gripping at the soft flesh to keep your legs spread apart. He was deeply thorough in his exploration, nose occasionally brushing against your clit that was practically crying out for his attention. His hot breath fanned along your inner thighs and he moaned deeply with each lick so you could feel the vibrations in your core.

You lost track of how long he was down there, allowing yourself to be swept away with the riot of sensations, realizing just a little too late your body was working towards something new. 

The feeling creeps up on you, trickling through your muscles, causing all of them to twitch and spasm, tensing and releasing in waves. Little whines and pants of pleasure start to spill out of your mouth, the desperate little sounds like the most beautiful music to Eddie’s ears.

It makes him grind down into the bed, desperate to hear more.

“Feel good?” he asked, brow lifting behind sweaty bangs as round doe eyes look up at you.

“So g-good,” you panted, the sound almost pained with pleasure. “So sensitive…”

“You taste like heaven, you know that?” he murmurs to your cunt. “I could do this forever.”

He genuinely could, but it seems he won’t have to. You’re getting close now. He can feel it in the way your thighs start to tremble against his ears; the way another gush of you floods across his tongue. His eyes darted sideways to where your hand rests on the blanket, flexing with the need to grab onto something. Anything.

One last time, he squeezed at the meat of your thigh and then unwrapped his arm from around it to reach out instead and thread his fingers with yours. Your grip is bone crushing and only makes him hold on tighter as he points the tip of his tongue to increase its pressure.

“E-Eddie, it feels…something feels different…”

“It’s okay, baby,” he said, the pace of his fingers never faltering. “I’ve got you, just let go.”

He wished he could bottle the look on your face. Eyes scrunched up, brow furrowed as though you were deep in concentration. Lips parted in a wanton gasp as your chest swelled. His mouth came back to your clit, resuming the motions that had you clenching around his fingers.

“Oh…ohhh my…oh, fuck…”

When he feels you starting to unravel, feels that band coiled tight in your core start to snap, it takes everything he has in him to stay the course—especially when the hand of yours he’s not holding winds into his hair and you grasp desperately at his curls. The groan it elicits from him is deep and guttural, the sound of it radiating in the room. And finally he feels it happening—your pussy spasming around his fingers, threatening to snap them clean off you’re clenching so tight; hips bucking and stomach quivering with the effort of drawing breath.

“Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop!” you cried out. “That feels so good, holy fucking shit—”

So much for being quiet, Eddie thought mischievously.

Your head is pushing back into the pillow now, back arching under you, lifting you off the bed. He’s clamped tight against you though, his lips sealed around your clit and sucking like his life depends on it. In a way, it feels like it does.

“I’m gon…I’m gonna…I’m co—”

The words dissolve into a moan, the sound of it higher and louder than anything else Eddie has drawn out of you before. Pride explodes in his chest as he finally feels what he’s been waiting for—that exquisite vice around his fingers as he continues to stroke that sacred spot.

Your body floods with the feeling, waves of it surging through you, seeing white behind your eyes that are still pinched shut. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before—every synapse firing at once, every molecule in your body exploding like a tiny firework.

Distantly, you register his voice coaxing you through it as you reluctantly return to earth. Yes, baby, that’s it, thaaaat’s it—fuck me, you’re so fucking hot when you come, Jesus fucking Christ…

You opened your eyes, blinking through bleary vision as the world came back into focus.

Eddie grinned, smile almost wolfish when he lifted himself from between your legs. Triumph flashed in his dark eyes, his gaze roving all over as he began a slow crawl up your body, his cock now standing at attention with its vigor renewed.

Dustin, Lucas, and Mike were confused. They had recently joined Hellfire, Eddie had taken them under his wing and promised to help make high school at least somewhat tolerable for them, and so far they were loving Eddie’s sadistic campaigns. However, there was something the three of them couldn’t quite figure out, were you and Eddie dating?

It seemed like you were, but they couldn’t tell for sure. The two of you were practically attached at the hip, one never seen without the other. They knew that the two of you had been friends for years and knew everything about each other. You even finished each other’s sentences sometimes. There was a natural fluidity to everything the two of you did, which was obvious to everyone.

There was not so subtle flirting and witty back and forth banter between you two. One of you would always compliment the other or go along with a bit the other started. There were also many inside jokes. Sometimes all either of you had to do was look at the other and you both would burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

You even engaged in PDA. Hugs were constant, the two of you would hold hands a lot, Eddie would even allow you to play with his rings and his hair. This was something that became second nature, you wouldn’t even be aware that you were doing it, and neither did Eddie, he would just unconsciously lean into your touch.

However, the boys had never seen the two of you kiss. Which was what gave them doubts that you were dating.

“Come on, if they were dating, they would be all over each other,” Mike said as the three of them walked over to their lunch table, “Eddie’s face would be permanently glued to hers.”

“Not necessarily,” Dustin stated, “maybe they are dating, and they just don’t like to kiss in front of people. I mean they hug and make heart eyes at each other all the time, that’s gotta mean something.”

Mike snickered, “Eddie doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy to be shy about PDA. I say they aren’t dating.”

“Eddie let’s her play with his hair…” there was a hint of frustration in Dustin’s voice, “that is cold hard proof that they are dating. Eddie doesn’t let anyone touch his hair; he told me so himself.”

Lucas set his tray down once they reached the table and shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe they’re really close friends. Just because they hug and everything doesn’t mean they’re dating.”

“I guess we’ll never know for sure.” Mike sat down next to Lucas.

Dustin slammed his tray down with exasperation, “I’m tired of not knowing! I’m gonna ask them as soon as they get here!”

“Ask who what?”

Dustin let out a startled shriek causing Mike and Lucas to chuckle. Eddie stood at the head of the table, you right by his side, both with curious expressions.

Dustin stammered, unsure how to ask the question he and the others had been dying to know the answer to.

“Go on, Dustin, ask them.” Mike said with a smirk.

Dustin glared at him before turning to you and Eddie, “So, we were just wondering, are the two of you…together…like dating.”

You and Eddie looked at each other and laughed, “No.”

“Really?!” Dustin was shocked.

“We’ve been friends for years, but we’re not dating.” Eddie pulled out your chair for you before taking a seat himself.

“Yeah, Eddie rejected me when I asked him out three years ago.” You looked up from your lunch when you were met with silence. You turned next to you to see Eddie’s stunned face; it would have made you laugh if you hadn’t been so confused.

“I’m sorry…” Eddie sat up straight and looked you right in the eye, “WHAT?!”

It was your turn to be confused, “What do you mean, ‘what?’”

“When the HELL did you ask me out?”

“Uh, three years ago, it was my sophomore year, I had just joined Hellfire. After my first campaign, I helped you clean up and asked if you wanted to go to the movies and you told me no.”

“No, no, you helped me clean up and then you asked me if I had ever seen Psycho before because it was playing at the drive in that weekend, and I told you that I had seen the movie before, but that you should totally go see it because it’s good. You never asked me out!”

“Yeah, I was implying that I wanted us to go to the movie together…on a date.”

“Okay, but that wasn’t clear!”

“Yes, I realized that, so I tried again about a month later.”

Eddie’s eyes bugged out in shock, “WHAT?!”

“Remember, I went with you to band practice and then you drove me home and I told you that I liked you,” you were met with stunned silence from Eddie, “I told you that I liked you and you said, ‘I think you’re pretty great too’ and—"

Eddie cut you off, “I’m glad we became friends.” The memory came flooding back to the front of his mind.

“After you said that, I figured you didn’t feel the same way, and misinterpreted what I meant, so I wiped the egg off my face and moved on.”

The boys winced at Eddie, the secondhand embarrassment kicking in. Lucas released a huff of air, “Rejected twice, that’s rough.”

Eddie looked like he was second guessing every single decision he had ever made since that moment. He was mentally beating himself up. Three years. For three years he had been pining for you, hoping that you would eventually return his feelings, but apparently all that time you had. And not only had you returned his affections, oh no, you had asked him out and he had unknowingly rejected you…twice.

“I am so fucking stupid.”

“Eddie, it’s fine. You didn’t feel the same way. It’s not your fault that you misunderstood what I meant.” You shrugged.

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up so high they were hidden by his bangs. He pulled your chair out, turned it to face him, and leaned in towards you, “I have been in love with you for three years.”

“Wh-what?” You searched his eyes for any hint of mockery but found nothing but sincerity.

He leaned in closer and spoke slowly, making sure to over enunciate each word, “I have been in love with you for three years.”

Lucas, Dustin, and Mike all looked at each other and stood, grabbing their lunch trays. Dustin uttered a quick and awkward goodbye before following the others to another table on the other side of the cafeteria.

“Okay, let me get this straight,” you felt like your entire world was spinning, but not necessarily in a bad way, “you’ve been in love with me, and I’ve been in love with you, and we’ve both been idiots. That sound about right?”

Eddie nodded, “Yup.”

“Well,” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “are we gonna do anything to rectify this?”

Eddie smiled, “I don’t know, you free this weekend?”

“I’ll have to cancel some plans with a friend of mine, but I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Eddie got out of his van and jogged up to the entrance of Family Video, ready to grab a couple of movies, but mostly ready to bug the living hell out of Steve. What he wasn’t ready for was meeting Steve and Robin’s new, very cute, co-worker, you.

“Hey, Eddie.” Steve greeted him.

“Hi,” he said quietly as he looked at you who was at the counter listening to Robin explain how to use the computer, “who’s that?”

“Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started working here a couple days ago.” Steve explained while he continued to restock tapes.

Eddie waltzed up to the counter and leaned against it, “Hey, Robin.”

Robin didn’t look up from the computer, “Yeah, hi, Eddie.”

“And who do we have here?” Eddie focused his attention on you.

Robin rolled her eyes, “Eddie this is Y/N, Y/N this is the most annoying man on the planet, second only to that dingus over there.”

“What the hell did I do?” Steve yelled from the sci-fi aisle.

“It’s nice to meet you, Eddie,” you gave him a kind smile that made Eddie’s heart feel like it skipped a beat, “are you a friend of Steve and Robin’s?”

“More like a nuisance.” Robin said under her breath.

Eddie ignored her and kept his eyes locked on you, “I am, in fact, I am Steve’s best friend. The guy would be lost without me.”

“Do either of you realize I can hear you?” Steve yelled again.

Eddie ignored him, “So, Hawkins is a pretty small town, and I can’t recall ever seeing you before.”

“I just moved here.”

“Well, I can say with certainty that the town just got a whole lot prettier.”

Robin looked at Eddie with disgust and rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, “Wow, way to be subtle.”

You smiled at him, “I should probably get back to work, but I guess I’ll see you around?”

“Definitely.” Eddie backed away from the counter and shot some finger guns at you which made Robin pinch the bridge of her nose and mutter something about not getting paid enough.

Eddie continued to back away until he reached the front of the store and bumped in Steve, “Dude, watch where you’re going.”

Eddie didn’t hear him, he just kept his eyes on you, a dopey little grin on his face.

“Eddie?” Steve nudged him on the shoulder, but he didn’t move, “Dude?” he waved a hand in front of Eddie’s face and then snapped his fingers before finally getting his attention, “What is up with you?”

“I think I just met the woman of my dreams, Steve.”

Steve let out an exasperated sigh, “Jesus Christ.”

-

Eddie started to go to Family Video several times a week just in the hopes of seeing you. He never grew tired of the bright smile that would spread across your face when you would look up and see him, always followed with a friendly, “Hi, Eddie.” It made his stomach fill with butterflies every time.

He would always waltz up to the counter and flirt with you. It was almost routine, first he would tell you that it was wonderful to see your beautiful face and how his day was so much better because of it. Second, he would compliment whatever outfit you were wearing under your Family Video vest, this always brought a smile to your face which in turn made Eddie compliment your smile. Third, he would walk around the store for a minute pretending to look for a movie while he would look at you with a longing expression. Fourth, he would walk back up to the counter and ask you if you had any suggestions for a movie, specifically calling upon your “movie expertise.” You would then come out from behind the counter and lead him to whatever movie was on your mind that day. Eddie would admire the way your hand would float alongside the shelves until you found the movie you were looking for. Fifth, when you handed the movie to him, he would always brush his fingers against your hand in the process. And finally, after he rented the movie, he would lean against the counter and say something along the lines of “See you later, don’t miss me too much,” followed by a wink.

The flirting had been getting on Robin and Steve’s nerves. They both would cringe whenever they witnessed it. How you hadn’t smacked Eddie upside the head, they didn’t know. However, Robin will never forget the time Eddie walked in and started up his usual flirting thinking you were the one crouched down behind the counter and the look of horror on his face when Steve popped up and said, “She’s not here today, Romeo.”

Three months had passed, and Eddie convinced himself to finally ask you out. He felt his palms grow clammy as he hopped out of the van and walked towards the store. He had no idea how this was going to pan out. You never flirted back with him, but you always had a smile on your face when he would come in.

Eddie opened the door and felt his heart skip a beat when he saw you at the counter. Even sorting tapes from the return bin, you looked beautiful. Each step he took towards the counter the worse his nerves got. He pulled at the collar of his T-shirt, suddenly finding it constricting.

You continued to sort the returns into piles by genre, unaware of Eddie approaching the counter.

“There’s the prettiest video rental store employee in all the land.” Eddie cringed slightly at his words, feeling like they were a little too dorky.

You looked up from the tapes with that bright smile that Eddie loved, “Hi, Eddie.”

A new wave of nerves surged through Eddie’s body, he decided to just rip the band-aid off and ask you out before he chickened out.

“So,” Eddie leaned against the counter, “I was thinking, maybe when your shift is over, we could hang out?”

“Oh, that would be fun!” the delight in your voice filled Eddie with reassurance, “Robin’s shift ends at the same time and Steve was swinging by to drive us home, maybe we could all go catch a movie or something.”

Eddie’s face fell slightly, “Actually, I was thinking we could hang out, you know just the two of us.”

“Just the two of us?”

“Yeah…like um,” Eddie cleared his throat, “like on a date.”

You stared at him for a solid minute and a half, completely silent. It felt like an eternity to Eddie as he waited for you to say something, anything.

“You’re asking me out?”

“Y-yeah?” another bout of silence came around and it started to drive Eddie insane, “You seem shocked.”

“I’m sorry, I just,” you let out a small chuckle, “it just feels like this is coming out of nowhere.”

That comment made Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up into his bangs, “What?”

“You asking me out, it feels out of the blue.” You chuckled again.

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, why?”

Eddie ran his hand through his hair, “I have been flirting with you for months.”

Now it was your turn to be shocked, “Are you serious?”

“Yes!”

“When did you flirt with me?”

“Literally every single moment I’ve been in the same room as you, constant, non-stop flirting.”

You had never been one to pick up on flirting, it was something your friends constantly teased you over. You thought about all your interactions with Eddie, you always thought he was just being nice, when his fingers brushed up against your hand you figured it wasn’t on purpose, even though it always sent a little spark straight to your heart. You felt like the most oblivious person in the world, because of course he had been flirting with you.

“I feel so stupid.”

“Don’t be,” Eddie waved his hand at you dismissively, “it’s okay, you didn’t pick up on it because you don’t feel the same way.”

“No, that’s the part that makes this all the more humiliating,” you leaned against the counter, burying your face in your hands, “I like you, Eddie.”

Eddie perked up instantly, “Really?”

You moved your hands under your chin and nodded, “I’ve had a crush on you since I first met you. Robin can even confirm.”

“Wait, Robin’s known that you’ve liked me since then?” Eddie placed his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, why?”

“Why didn’t she SAY anything then?!” Eddie said loud enough for Robin to hear who he assumed was somewhere in the store.

“Your love life is not my responsibility!” Robin yelled from the back.

“You could’ve at least helped out!”

“Why are you arguing with me when you should be asking her out right now?”

“I did ask her out!”

“Eddie?” You interrupted their little argument.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, and Eddie could have melted. You walked out from behind the counter so you could stand right in front of him, “to answer your question, yes, I would love to hang out, just the two of us, like on a date.”

“Cool! Awesome! Metal!” He cringed again at his words.

You laughed and it sent butterflies through Eddie’s stomach, “My shift ends in about an hour, do you want to come back and pick me up?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Cool,” you kissed him on the cheek, “awesome,” the other cheek, “metal,” and a final kiss on the tip of his nose.

Eddie couldn’t look you in the eye, his cheeks were growing a furious red, and the butterflies in his stomach has increased tenfold, “I, uh…I guess I’ll see you in about an hour.”

“See you then.” You smiled once more before waltzing back to your spot behind the counter.

“Bye.” Eddie waved to you as he slowly backed out of the store, not wanting to turn away from you just yet.

“Bye.” You waved back to him.

Once he was outside, he started celebrating. He punched his fist in the air, jumped up and down, and shouted, “YES!” before he attempted to moon walk.

Robin emerged from the back and caught the end of Eddie celebratory dance, “Does seeing this make you want to reconsider?”

“Apparently so, I mean, I had no idea you even owned panties like this, baby. And the thigh highs? You're a walking wet dream.” Eddie smirks, his eyes darting to the delicate pair of lace underwear and thigh high socks you had on. Your pussy throbbed at the way he dipped his voice, and you felt his cock kick slightly beneath you. “Can feel how warm you are, even like this, ‘s hot.”

“Mm,” you agree, giving your hips an experimental rock against his. You shiver as you grind against his cock slowly, the fiction on your clit sending waves of arousal coursing through your veins.

Yeah, this was a good idea.

You'd been unable to sleep, the midsummer heat of Hawkins was insufferable, the tiny fan in Eddie's room doing fuck all to help. But also, you were unbearably horny. Lying there, awake, watching your hot as fuck boyfriend as he slept, inhaling his scent, feeling your pussy throb as your mind drifted to how he'd fucked you against his dresser before you'd gone to bed…

But now, now it was far too hot to entertain too much skin on skin contact. But the wetness pooling between your legs needed to be addressed, which led to you waking Eddie up with a desperate kiss and a grope to his crotch.

You'd mentioned pretty underwear and a good time and he was more than on board, even more so when you'd cuffed him.

“Go ahead baby, take what you want.” Eddie smirks, arms slightly straining against the handcuffs.

You place your hands on his chest, and strip off your (his) tshirt, your nipples pebbling in the air. “Fuck, you're ethereal.”

“You're still high,” you smile, moving your hips slowly, letting a whimper leave your lips.

“Only a little, but it doesn't affect my eyes, baby.” Eddie lets out a grunt as his cock swells to full hardness. “Shit, that feels good.”

“Mm,” your head falls to watch your lace covered pussy grinding against his fat length beneath you. Despite the layers between you, it still felt so fucking good. “Fuck, Eddie.”

“Yeah? You're enjoying this, huh? I can feel how wet you are for me.” Eddie's voice has a rasp to it, and you know it feels just as good for him as it does for you. “Gonna grind that pretty pussy against me until you come, princess?”

You nod, biting your lip as your eyes meet his again. You allow your hands to leave his chest and they find your own, rolling your nipples between your fingers like he would whilst your clit bumps against the swollen head of his cock.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie grits out, sweat beading on his forehead as he strains against the cuffs.

“Don't…don't move.” You command breathlessly, hips moving faster. Your legs tighten around his. He obeys, a little ghost of a moan on his lips at the sound of you telling him what to do. You'd bookmark that for another time.

“Christ, baby-” Eddie gasps, his hips thrusting weakly against yours. “I’m getting close…need you to come first, angel.”

You let out a broken moan and slap your hands back down onto his chest, allowing you to desperately grind your swollen bud against him faster and faster, chasing your high. Your thighs tremble. Eddie swears loudly, clearly trying to stop himself from blowing his load before you come.

“Fu-UCK!” You scream, your orgasm washing over you, your body trembling. Seeing you come undone above him, Eddie's face contorts in pleasure as he lets out a groan, his warm seed coating his boxers. You get a deliciously dirty kick out of feeling his load spurting against the panel of your underwear, and it makes you shiver. Before you collapse, breathless and even more sweaty, you make sure to uncuff him.

Eddie moves lightning quick, pinning you to the bed. It makes you squeal in surprise, however it's quickly replaced by a loud moan as he moves between your legs and mouths at your clit through your underwear, groaning at the taste of the two of you combined. Your hand flies to his crazy hair, fingers tangling in his curls as he slips a finger under the panel of your underwear and into your cunt. A few quick thrusts of his finger and you're coming undone again, this one stronger than before. He doesn't let up, even with your thighs clamping around his head, until he has you crying out a third release, your wetness soaking his chin.

You have to push him away after that, the overstimulation is too much to bear. Eddie looks up at you from between your thighs, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He playfully growls and nips your inner thigh, making you giggle before he climbs up next to you and collapses on the pillows, both of you panting and clammy.

Eddie yawns and you giggle.

“Am I keeping you up, Munson?” You ask with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk on your face.

“Nobody else I'd rather be woken up by, sweet cheeks. But, just remember, it's my turn to wake you up next time. Maybe I'll cuff you and eat your pussy till you're crying?”

“Go ahead baby, take what you want.” You grin, echoing his words from earlier. You pull him towards you in a sloppy, love drunk kiss.

You were so frustrated with him today. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction that his cock was making you feel as good as it was right now. It was difficult to hold it back. You won't lie. You just wanted to scream and call out his name. You wanted to moan so loud your neighbors heard you again.

"Oh yeah, baby? What else?" Eddie cooed and started to laugh slightly. He kept thrusting his cock harder in your pussy. He gave a powerful thrust that toppled you over. "Tell me how much I annoy you while you're cunt is making a mess all over me."

Your bodies were making the most pornographic noises. It was all skin slapping against skin as his cock glided in and out of your pussy. You heard him groan low and mutter under his breath about how tight you are.

"You're such an asshole." You complained more while he laughed louder behind you. his grip on your hips tightening the more you talked shit to him. "You're always picking with me."

"Oooh! you suck my cock with that filthy little mouth?" He taunted as he rolled his hips just right causing your breath to hitch. Eddie didn't care about that last part, you said to him.

You were right he does pick, but it's always in good light-hearted fun. It's not his fault you were in a bitchy attitude today. He had the urge to ask if you would be starting your period soon, but he decided he enjoyed living too much. He kept that dangerous thought to himself. He wasn't stupid. Annoying sometimes, yes, but not stupid.

Eddie knew he was getting on your nerves today, but he just kept poking at you and poking at you. He wouldn't leave you alone. He loved that scowl and cute little pout on your fact too much to stop. until you finally snapped. his attempts at humor and overall not taking anything you say seriously really got under your skin.

now he has you on your hands and knees in your bedroom plunging his cock deeper and deeper inside you. your walls hugging around him so tight. Your back arched, and your ass went up higher, allowing him to hit all the right spots on your sensitive walls. He's watching the way your body reacted to him. Despite your obvious annoyances. That was enough to make him cum on the spot. He loved it.

You, on the other hand, just couldn't shut your mouth. You kept giving him a piece of your mind. You couldn't really pinpoint what he did exactly that pissed you off. He is just on your nerves today.

Eddie knew it, too. He loved it when you got a little annoyed with him or angry. He would let you get all your frustrations out while he fucked the attitude right out you. That was his goal for today, but he just couldn't resist teasing you a little bit more.

"Awe, is that it, though? I'm just an asshole?" He mocked while pumping his cock in your pussy relentlessly. your sensitive walls clenching around him, forcing him to grunt. His skin is coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

"A dick a really big dick." You kept fussing at him, but when he started hitting that spot on your walls, your mind went blank for a moment. You pressed your forehead to the bed, whimpering.

"Yea, yea, I know my dick is big now what else?." Eddie rolled his eyes. His tone is riddled with sarcasm. Every time you threw an insult at him his cock just went in rougher. He was continuously taunting you. "Keep'em comin, sweetheart."

"n-no....you're just a really bi--" you gasp as his hand came down to deliver a good harsh slap to your ass, shutting you up instantly.

"I'm just a what baby? what was that?" Eddie chuckled and slapped your ass hard again. your silence was enough to earn you a cocky chuckle from him.

"thought so." He mumbled, and his pace increased to the point that you couldn't even remember what you mad at him for now.

"Don't mock me!" You pouted and pushed your hips back against him. You didn't remember what you were mad about. that wasn't going to stop you from trying to fuss at him.

"Can't handle it?" Eddie bit his lip and shook his head. He's waiting for you to look back at him so he can see that bottom lip wobble.

You won't give him that satisfaction of that. Not yet, at least. He wants to have you begging and crying by the end of this. He wants to hear you begging and pleading to let you cum. He craves to see crying on his cock while filling you up with all of his cum.

He sighed, and his tone was more stern than playful. "So ya gonna bitch some more or you gonna shut up and take my cock like a good girl?"

All you could was groan in annoyance and let a quiet little whimper. His stern voice gives you goosebumps all over your body.

Instead of you talking back you focused on how his cock was making you feel so full. The way it rubbed on your g-spot with every thrust. Or how it felt when he first split you open. the way he struggled a little to make it all fit. He always knew how to shut you up when you got in one of these little moods. Yet you could never deny having his cock. No matter how much he got on your last nerve.

"That." Eddie points at your lower back. "What's that shining right there?"

You smirk. He had noticed the little surprise you'd bought for him. So, you stood from your spot at the edge of his bed and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your thong. Pulling it up a little you say, "Oh this?" 

You knew by the short intake of air that Eddie had finally seen the full thing. The red lace of the thong had his name spelled out in what you thought were tacky charms decked in rhinestones. When you’d seen the Etsy listing for them you couldn't help but wonder what Eddie’s reaction would be.

"Do you like them?" You ask. You have to turn your body slightly to see his response as words seem to have left him. 

His hands were reaching out for your hips and before you knew it, Eddie was pulling down the grey sweatpants you had borrowed from him. 

You gasp, slapping at his hands. "Eddie!"

"Can't help it, need to see all of them." He sounded memorized. "Do a spin for me, baby."

He lets go of you long enough for you to toe off your pants and do a tiny spin. He gives your ass a small smack as it passes. 

"Fuck- baby you look breathtaking."

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

You let him pull you atop his lap. His hands are warm as they smooth over the fronts of your thighs. His lips kiss up your clothed spine and you shiver in excitement. He hums as he breathes you in. 

“Wanna see you bouncing on my cock with this on, Sweetheart.”

You smile. “Then lay back for me Eds and let me put on a show for you.” 

He does as you request, laying back against the pillows with his arms resting behind his head. He watches your every move, eyes following as your fingers tug at his blue and black checkered boxers. 

He's semi-hard, cock falling to his stomach, growing stiffer by the second. You take it into your hand and rub your Thumb over the sensitive tip.

“Mmh, that's right baby. Love when you touch me.” Eddie moans, tilting his head back to rest on the headboard.

You reach over to the nightstand and grab your bottle of lube and squinting some into your hand. It's cold. Eddie jumps a bit When you bring your lubed hand to his throbbing cock. 

Slowly you begin to pump your hand. He hardens under your grasp and you can feel it throbbing as his heart rate picks up.

Eddie bites his lip as he moans. His legs flex and his hips buck up. He lets out a groan when you let go of him only to quiet down when you turn, swinging a leg over his so that you're straddling him. 

His hands immediately grab your hips, thumb rubbing across his bedazzled name. 

The room is filled with heavy breathing as you situate the thin string of the thong to the side. You need him inside of you and so you take his cock and guide him into your sopping-wet cunt. 

There's a pounding in your core urging you to take him all the way. You choke out a cry as you do. The sudden feeling of the full stretch he gives you along with the fullness has you throwing your head back. “Fuck.”

Eddie's fingers grip tightly into your skin, flesh pudges between the digits. He's holding you so hard there will probably be bruises later, you hope so. When you nod to him, showing that you're ready, Eddie starts to guide your hips. Helping to move you up and down, grinding into his cock. 

Your mouth slackens into an O shape as the head of his cock presses deep within you. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you repeat as you bounce. Your pleasure is all that you can think about at that moment. At a particularly harsh snap of Eddie’s hips, you hurl forward, catching yourself on the mattress with your hands. The angle has him hitting just right and a guttural moan spews past your lips. “Eddie!”

“That’s right Sweet girl,” he praises. “Feel so good around me, just love when this sweet pussy squeezes me. S’my sweet pussy isn't it baby? All fuckin’ mine.” He grunts, hips pistoning upwards faster. 

“All yours Eddie! Fuck- my pussy’s all yours!” You cry.

“Yeah? That why you had to mark it with my name? Wear those slutty panties so everyone would know whose fuckin’ pussy this is?” He stopped his thrusts and before you knew it you were lying face first on the mattress and Eddie was shoving his thick cock back into you, pounding into you even harder. 

Short grunts and gasps for breath could be heard as he fucked you mercilessly into the bed. His fingers held your hips steady, fingers tangled in the lace of your thong. 

“Gonna cum inside. Get you nice and round with my baby. Then there won't be any question of who you belong to.” 

His words have you shuddering. Your body begins to tense as you feel yourself starting to come undone. “Yes!” you scream in answer, wanting nothing more than for you to belong to him and him to you. “Yes, yes! Fuck a baby into me, Eddie!” 

One hand lets go of your hips and grabs the hair at the base of your scalp. You mewl as he pulls taut, guiding your body up and flush with his own. His lips kiss messily over your neck and shoulder. You turn your head and he connects his lips with yours. It's sloppy, a mix of spit and gnashing teeth. 

“Oh fuck! Ed- Eddie I’m… fuck I’m gonna cum.” 

“Mmm. Cum on my fuckin’ cock baby, show me how only I can make you feel.” His thrusts pick up to a speed you didn't think was imaginable. 

Tears are flowing down your face as his grip on your hips tightens. You can’t take it anymore and with a cry of pleasure, you cum, your body trembling as he follows close behind. 

He lets you fall back to the bed, falling to the side to catch a well-needed breath. 

“Should wear my name more often.” Eddie gives a breathy laugh. 

Presents in crinkly patterned paper are placed delicately under the tree, your nimble fingers making sure each bow is perfect and every tag that reads ‘From: Santa’ is visible.

Eddie tip-toes into the living room from your bedroom, the final stack of gifts in his arms. Your two daughters sleep soundly in their beds, likely dreaming of those sugarplums the stories talk about. He hands you each present one by one, letting you find the perfect place for them around the base of your glittering tree. The tiny colored lightbulbs cast a pretty pink glow throughout the room, and it fills your heart with warmth.

When you’ve finished your work, you turn to see Eddie filling the stockings, the ball of his Santa hat bobbing with each movement. He hangs each one back on the mantle with so much care, he wouldn’t want to drop one and send one of your little ones running to see what caused the noise. A fire crackles in the fireplace, fending off the cold of the snowy landscape outside.

“Is that everything?” he double checks, giving you a sweet grin.

“Not quite. Santa has to eat his cookies,” you tease, moving closer to him and tugging on his hat as you press a kiss to his lips.

“Damn, how could I forget these delicious cookies?” he asks, kissing you on your cheek and squeezing a healthy handful of your ass before moving towards the small table that holds a plate of sugar cookies. You giggle, still blushing like you did the day you met him.

You can’t help but smile when you turn to look at the baked treats, each one having been eagerly frosted by tiny hands. The girls had done their very best, and you know your husband certainly won’t complain about a little too much icing dripping down the sides. A glass of milk rests beside the plate, and Eddie takes a hearty sip of it after polishing off his first cookie.

It makes your heart swell, the way he breaks off one little bit of the second cookie to leave on the plate. A tiny splash of milk rests in the bottom of the cup. To make it look as though Santa couldn’t quite finish it all. This is the first year your girls are both old enough to really enjoy and get excited about the holiday, and it makes you so happy to witness it through their eyes.

Having a partner that plays along perfectly only makes it sweeter. Honestly, Eddie has probably been more into it than you, making everything so fun for your children. He stops at nothing to make them happy, to make things magical for them. He makes things magical for you, too, and it fills you with an impossible amount of joy.

To your surprise, it also fills you with need. A deep, hot desire for the man you’ve made a home with. It’s insatiable, the way it hits you like a train. Something about watching him play up this whimsical figure for the sake of your kids, something about him in that damn Santa hat. Before you realize it, he catches you staring as he sits back in the comfy chair, his eyes meeting yours and his face breaking into a cheeky smile. You might as well be drooling.

“What’re you looking at, Mrs. Claus?” he asks, stretching his arms behind his head, his pajama-clad legs spreading wide.

“I just think…” you start, stalking closer to him, eyes trained on his. “That Santa works so hard…” you murmur, sinking onto your knees between his legs. “Maybe he deserves to be properly thanked.”

“Oh—” Eddie gasps when your hand palms over his clothed cock, feeling it stiffen against your touch.

Wasting not even a second you tug his pants down, his hips raising to help you, and you feel your eyes blow wider at the sight of him. You’ll never get tired of seeing his cock — never. The way it leaks for you, the way he gets so hard from the simplest things that you do. You open your mouth, letting the weight of him rest heavy on your tongue. Licking the tip gently, you run your fingers up and down one of his legs.

“Baby,” he sighs, tipping his head back a bit. “What got into you?”

“Jus’ something about watchin’ you play Santa…” you say, kissing the tip of his cock. “You’re so good to us. To me. Wanna worship you for it,” you say softly, blinking up at him.

And God, how could he turn you down?

“The girls, what if they—?”

“Just be quiet, and they won’t,” you say like it’s simple, and he doesn’t have a moment to respond before you’re kissing your way down his shaft.

He’s struck dumb when you take the head into your mouth, suckling on it with pretty lips. One hand reaches up to grip the base of him, your tongue licking his slit. A heavy breath leaves his nose, his lips pressed in a thin line. His fingers tangle in your hair, his other hand gripping the armrest of the chair so tight it could rip.

You glance up at him, licking a long and slow stripe up the underside of his length. His eyes are half-lidded and dazed as he stares down at you, watching in disbelief. You stop teasing, then, taking him as far into your mouth as he’ll go. Your nose brushes the patch of coarse hair that sits at his base, exhaling through your nose as you adjust to the way he presses against the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck,” he whispers when you start to bob your head, trying your very best to keep the wet, slurping sounds to a minimum.

The hand that was gripping his shaft moves down to his balls, squeezing softly as you hollow your cheeks around him. You can hear the way he struggles to quiet the groans that claw their way up his throat, his breathing ragged. His hands reach up, yanking the Santa hat off so his fingers can run through his hair, tangling themselves in it.

“Christ, baby, thatfeelssogood,” he rushes out, voice breathy. “Your mouth is fuckin’ perfect.”

You pull off of him, still rolling the flesh of his heavy balls between your fingers. You make out with the head of his cock, tongue running over it, saliva dripping everywhere. He takes a handful of your hair, pulling gently to make you look up at him.

“Get up here. Right now,” he says. You know he’s trying to be demanding, but he sounds so fucked out it doesn’t quite work. It makes you want him even more.

Following instruction, you climb onto his lap and straddle it, but not before slipping off your pajama pants. With just your underwear separating his cock from your heat, you grind your hips down on him, sucking in a sharp breath when his tip nudges your clit. His strong hands guide your movements, taking control as he peppers kisses on your jawline, making you tilt your head back in pleasure.

“Need you inside me, Ed, please,” you croon, your breaths staggered.

“I don’t know, have you been a good girl this year? Do you deserve it?” he taunts, raising his brows at you. His teasing holds no weight, he has every intention of giving it to you, but you still nod.

“Been so good,” you say softly, teeth tugging at his earlobe.

A strangled, breathy sound leaves him before he’s shoving your panties to the side, running a thick finger through your wet folds. Wet is an understatement, honestly. You’re soaked for him, and he’s barely done anything to you.

“God damn, honey,” he growls low in your ear. “You’re so wet.” His teeth nip at your jaw before moving to your neck, his lips planting themselves on the delicate skin and sucking. “Watching me play Santa really got you that hot, huh?” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and if you weren’t so needy for him you’d roll your eyes. But unfortunately, he’s right.

You whine instead, a featherlight sound that he almost misses through the crackling of the fire. He grips his cock, lining himself up with you as you hover above his lap. You reach down to help him, guiding him into your aching heat as you slowly sink down. You gasp in unison when he parts your walls, each of your mouths hanging open until he’s fully sheathed inside you. Calloused fingers press into your doughy hips, beginning to bounce you on his thick cock. A high-pitched squeak escapes you when you feel him press deep inside, and he instantly covers your mouth with one big palm. He stills his movements.

“Remember when you told me to be quiet? Hm? Now you can’t control yourself?” he whispers hotly in your ear, his breath making your skin prickle.

His hand is removed from your mouth in favor of guiding the roll of your hips once more, keeping you bouncing steadily. You can hear the way his cock glides through your sticky folds, pushing in and pulling out and pushing back in again. His eyes are impossibly dark as they watch you, especially in the dim light, but you can see the lust and adoration burning behind them all the same. You swear you can feel him in every inch of your body as he pushes himself as deep as he can possibly go, making you drop your forehead against his and bite back a moan.

One of his hands pulls the hem of your shirt up in order to expose your breasts to him, his open palm giving the first one a squeeze before rolling your nipple between his fingers and pinching. Your back straightens slightly, arching into his touch. He dips his head down, sucking on the nipple his fingers aren’t already toying with. He kisses the soft swells of flesh, nipping and sucking gently while you start to take some control, bouncing yourself on his cock.

“Fuck,” he mutters around a mouthful of your tits, his tongue flicking over the sensitive buds on each one.

He diverts his attention, moving away from your breasts and instead reaching a hand down down down to where your bodies connect. The pad of his thumb swipes over your clit, making a filthy, desperate huff leave your mouth. You’re getting so close, your body desperate for him to bring you to release.

“Eds,” you sigh, rolling your hips slowly on top of him, savoring every single second of this bliss.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he asks, bringing his free hand up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking along your cheekbone. He smiles at you, soft and sweet as he continues to circle your clit.

“So good,” you breathe, feeling the tension in the pit of your stomach grow and grow. “Want you to cum, baby, give it all to me.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?” he taunts, leaning forward and catching your bottom lip between his teeth. “Get you pregnant again? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Everything in you screams yes. Your hormones are on overdrive, wanting him to pump you full of his seed and make it stick.

“Fuck, yes, Eddie,” you agree, throwing your head back.

He bucks his hips up, his cock stretching you so deliciously, reaching the deepest parts of you. His lips kiss any part of your skin they can reach as you completely fall apart for him. Your walls clench so tightly around him as you cum, drenching his cock in your arousal. Giving you a few final thrusts, his movements get less precise as he unravels. Soft grunts leave his mouth as he fucks you through his orgasm, ropes of cum painting your walls in spurts. You cling to him, panting as you recover from your high. Gentle hands rub your back, sliding up under your shirt and soothing you with repetitive motions.

“I love you,” you say softly, crossing your eyes to watch as he presses a kiss to your nose. One reaches your lips immediately after; a drawn-out, lingering kiss that you don’t want to ever end.

“I love you, too,” he says, millimeters away from your mouth after he pulls away. You feel it, almost overwhelmingly, in the way he holds you close.

You shift on his lap, letting him pull out of you carefully. Your thighs are sticky with your own arousal and his as it drips out of you, but you don’t want to leave his comforting embrace. The warmth from the fireplace kisses your skin, making you sleepy in Eddie’s arms. You take his left hand in your own, running your thumb over his wedding band, a pleased hum reverberating within you.

He turns, looking at the clock that rests on the mantle. Just after midnight.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he says, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.

“Merry Christmas, handsome,” you coo, reaching up to brush some of his hair out of his face.

“Can we make this a Christmas tradition?” he asks, giving you a cheeky smile as he pinches the fat of your ass.

“Whatever you want, Mr. C,” you laugh, leaning in to kiss him once more.

The night ends with the both of you creeping quietly down the hallway to your bedroom, tangling yourselves beneath warm blankets. Snow falls outside, you can see it through the gap in the curtains as sleep starts to take over your body. Blinking slowly, heavily, you feel Eddie’s strong arms wrap around you, pressing you close to his chest.

You’re pretty sure you’ve caught Eddie checking out your ass as it’s perched on a high stool while he sits behind you in the biology lab. On days when you’re in this class you’ve started to wear your tightest jeans, and your shortest skirts (though if anyone asked you’d insist it was a coincidence).

Somehow you’ve become inexplicably clumsy (but only in this class, how odd…), often dropping your pencil and having to bend over to pick it up, occasionally chewing on the end in contemplation when you know he’s watching, much to the chagrin of your teacher.

“Never put anything in your mouth in the lab, you should all know better by now.”

You smirk at the innuendo in Eddie’s direction and he quickly looks away, ears exposed by his lab-regulation tied-back hair a little pink at the tips.

You also often ‘forget’ or ‘lose’ equipment, asking him if he’s got a spare, or could he please get you a replacement from the cupboards, which he’s always more than willing to do (giving you ample opportunities to observe his denim-clad ass as he does so).

“Damn, I seem to be one test tube short. Eddie, would you be a doll and get me one from the cupboard?”, crossing your legs and subtly ensuring the hem of your skirt rides up just a little more.

Eddie looks you up and down (result!) and agrees.

“Thanks, you really are my knight in shiny, um, leather?” You wince slightly at your clumsy comment, but he takes it in his stride, continuing the bit by replying,

“Here you go, your majesty”, bowing theatrically and presenting the glassware to you atop his forearm, making you grin.

In another lesson: “Shit, I tore my filter. Eddie, do you have a spare?”

“Anything for the Princess of Biology.”

He gives you a little smirk, and you feel your cheeks heat slightly. You can’t help gazing at his strong, ring-clad hands as he hands you the little circle of absorbent paper.

It becomes somewhat of a game, you playing the Princess and he the rescuing knight.

But for all your teasing you genuinely do actually want to help him pass the class. You don’t want him to have to repeat the year - you’ve seen him play at The Hideout and you know he’s meant for greater things.

It’s just biology, it can’t be any harder than what little you’ve picked up about that complicated game he plays, which seems to be all numbers, convoluted plots and organising “campaigns”, whatever they are. You’re sure he could pass if he’d just apply himself.

Or, perhaps, he just needs the right tutor…?

You’d broached it with your science teacher, offering to help ‘any students who were behind’ for extra credits. After he’d agreed you’d approached Eddie that same day, offering to come to his home and help him with his overdue assignments.

He was confused and skeptical at first, thinking this could all be some elaborate prank, but you were gentle and persuasive, and he’d agreed to pick you up later that day.

You’re sitting on his worn-out sofa, draped with a well loved but soft blanket. You’ve spent the last hour trying to get Eddie to understand cellular respiration (“Isn’t it just, like, breathing in and out?” “No, Eddie, this is cell biochemistry, it’s a bit more complicated than that”), but nothing you attempt seems to be working.

He’s despondent, won’t look at you, and seems resigned to his fate of never passing this particular subject, interjecting with statements like,

“Look, it’s just not going in.”

“I don’t know how to make it stick.”

“I don’t think I’ll get it, Princess, even if you beat it into me.”

The innuendo (accidental or not) is driving you crazy. As is Eddie’s lack of self belief.

You’d even tried explaining it by using D&D analogies.

“Think of the chemical reactions like individual characters interacting in groups. Like, if this particular troupe disband and some make allegiances with another, the group has different skills and attributes now, right?” But after a promising start even that doesn’t seem to hold his attention.

In fact, the more animated you get and closer you sit, the more distracted and fidgety he becomes, unwilling to engage fully with you and shifting uncomfortably.

You move further towards him on the sofa, determined to give it one last shot, and force him to make eye contact with you.

Their colour and depth surprises you as you look into them properly for the first time, noticing their rich, swirling chocolate and whiskey hues.

Your eyes briefly drop to his lips, the soft pink, plump, velvety pillows looking mightily enticing. God, they’re perfect.

Goosebumps rise on your arm as you feel his surprisingly soft curls tickle your shoulder.

Okay, you knew he was cute, but up close? Fucking hell…

You lean across your notes and over to the text book that’s on his other side. Your thighs are touching, and as you twist the side of your breast makes contact with his arm. If he looked slightly down and towards you he’d be able to see right down the neck of your tank top. You kind of hope he does.

Huffing, you prod at the book with your hand, hoping that the diagram on the page might make everything clearer. The movement makes your boobs jiggle a little.

You hadn’t noticed he’d stopped breathing and he suddenly lets out a huff of breath, covering it with a badly faked cough. His cheeks have flushed a light shade of pink.

So, you definitely weren’t imagining all that stuff in class.

Fuck it. You consider this might be the only opportunity you might get to do this, so decide to grab it. After all, academic tutelage was only part of your motivation to get him alone, and something you’ve been thinking about for a long time, one of the fantasies that keeps you up at night, pops into your head. One that would definitely get his attention. And if you can’t help his confidence academically, perhaps you can help with it somewhere else. Call it interpersonal tutelage…?

With as much nonchalance as you can muster, you say, “Um, maybe we should take a break. Y’know, relax a little?”

You scootch away to the end of the sofa, putting your back against the armrest and bringing your feet up onto the cushion in front of you. You grab a couple of throw cushions and slot them behind you, getting comfortable.

Eddie seems to relax a little too once you’ve moved away, but still looks uneasy.

God, are you really going to do this? What if he screams and runs away, or worse, tells his friends, or your classmates..? No, you’ve been thinking about this for far too long. Oh, fuck it x 2…

Feigning a stretch, you arch your back and place your hands at the back of your waist, pushing your chest, and breasts, upwards. Then you move them to the sides of your ribs, glancing over the sides of your boobs, seemingly-innocently pushing them together. You move a hand underneath one of your breasts, cupping it gently in the crook of your thumb and forefinger.

Eddie is still sitting tensely on the front edge of the sofa cushions, stealing sideways glances at you through the curtain of his hair.

“C’mon, Eddie, get comfy with me. It’ll help, I promise.”

Self-consciously, Eddie shifts himself and sits facing you, cross-legged, at the other end of the sofa. You give him a soft smile, which he returns with a slightly bashful one of his own, afterwards rolling his lips inwards between his teeth.

Okay, it’s now or never. Are you gonna be able to concentrate on this, Eddie?

You hum quietly, and almost closing your eyes you run a palm down your chest and over your belly. You drop one knee slightly out to the side, and run your hand down the inside of your thigh and back up it, eventually pushing your fingers between your thighs and cupping your mound with your palm.

You see Eddie’s eyes widen and hear a stifled choke.

Your hand moves to fully cup your breast, and you lightly trace your thumb over your hardening nipple whilst the hand between your legs begins to apply gentle pressure, making you inhale deeply.

Eddie watches you, agape, bringing his hands together and clasping one hand over the other in front of him, you surmise to disguise his burgeoning bulge.

You open your eyes a little, keeping them soft and half lidded, and gently smile in Eddie’s direction, ensuring he’s still watching you.

Using both hands to pop the button and lower the zipper on your jeans, you tease yourself by running the pretty elastic trim of your your panties between your fingertips, pulling it slightly away from you and letting it snap back onto your abdomen.

“Uh…”, he swallows hard, and you internally groan at the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing in that delicious neck, “What’re you doing..?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, Eddie? I’m… relaxing…”

Sighing out the last word, you choose this moment to slip your hand down the front of your underwear, sliding over your mound and dipping just the tip of one finger between your folds, feeling the wetness that’s already pooled there. Your forehead furrows a little and you let out a quiet, contented hum.

Eddie’s eyes widen further and his eyebrows disappear completely under his bangs, and he sounds a little like he’s suffocating.

He tries to move further away from you along the sofa, unsuccessfully however as he’s wedged against the other armrest.

“Uh, I can, y’know, leave, or you could use my room, or, I can take you home, or, or-”

He’s babbling, and looking everywhere but at you. That’s not what you want at all, and you’re also concerned that he looks so uncomfortable.

“I can stop, if you want…”

He rushes out a reply, almost shouting the first syllable.

“N-NO! Um, no, it’s okay, really.”

“Okay, Eddie, stay right there. Keep your eyes on me, I wanna give you a show.”

He looks even more shocked, jaw dropping open, and you think he might bolt. But after a moment it’s clear that despite being full of anxiety, fear and self-consciousness, his curiosity, hormones and horniness are winning out, and he fixes his gaze on you.

He manages to squeak out, “Ok-aay…”

You lift your hips, using both hands to push your jeans and underwear down your legs until they reach your ankles. You slowly splay your knees, finally exposing yourself fully to Eddie’s gaze. One hand comes back to your breast, and you pinch your fabric-covered nipple between your thumb and forefinger.

He takes in the sight before him, the soft fur around your core, your wet folds glistening in the dim light of his living room, your sultry gaze, the peaks of your hardened nipples now visible through the thin fabric of your top.

He lets out a stuttering breath as his hips involuntarily shift underneath him, trying to find some friction.

“Jeezus fuck, Princess, are you tryin’a kill me?”

You try to think of something that might help relax him.

“If it helps you can imagine that we’re still studying. How about a quick lesson in female anatomy..?”

You move your hand down and with featherlight touches trace your fingertips around your pussy.

“Now, this whole area is my vulva.”

Eddie gulps.

Making a vertical line you trace your fingers over your wet lips.

“These are my labia.”

Eddie’s lips press together and he lets out a stammering hum, closing his eyes momentarily before snapping them back open so he doesn’t miss a thing.

“Are you paying attention, Eddie? This part is really important. This-,” you inhale sharply as you trail your wet fingers upwards and make contact, “This is where you’ll find my clit- fuck-”

It feels so delicious you almost don’t manage to finish your sentence, and you let out a long, low hum. Part of you doesn’t want to stop, but you’ve got more planned. Moving your fingers down again, you say,

“And this, here? This is my vagina…”

With a smile, you watch him stare as you dip a fingertip into your sopping hole, letting out a low moan as you gradually slip it inside of you.

“You know what the g-spot is, Eddie? I can show you where to find it, if you want me to…?”

You slide your finger in further, curling it towards your front wall, almost managing to tickle that certain spot within and letting out a loud groan.

At the other end of the sofa Eddie gasps an inhale, whimpering slightly, and you see him press the heel of his hand into his crotch. The combination of his sounds and actions is making you impossibly wetter - the boys you’ve been with before didn’t do much of either, and you didn’t know how much it turned you on.

You watch his face as he stares intently at your weeping centre as you slowly, so slowly move your finger in and out a few times.

“D’you think you’ll remember that, Eddie?”

“I promise I’ll fuckin’ try, Jesus Christ…”

He swallows again, exhaling heavily.

Deciding it’s time for the main event, you bring the hand that was squeezing your breast down your body, moving your fingertips to your clit and applying gentle pressure.

“I want you to see how wet you make me, Eddie. I want you to know how much I enjoy you watching my ass in biology class, how often I’ve thought about it when I’m alone. How much I like checking yours out in those oh-so tight jean- oh!”

A particularly exquisite circle followed by a firm press on your clit makes you moan out loud. The combination of both your hands has you close, closer than you imagined you’d be at this stage. It takes much longer when you’re by yourself, and you’re surprised and excited by just how much you’re enjoying having Eddie watch you.

Eddie’s fully gripping himself through his jeans now and is breathing heavily through his nose. He looks big, and you salivate at the thought.

You really want to see what he’s been hiding inside that tight denim.

“Show me, Eddie, I wanna see you.”

Hesitantly, never having experienced anything even close to this before, Eddie mumbles,

“You, uh…?”

“I wanna see you. Take out your cock. Let me see all of you, please.”

He’s rubbing himself, and you can see how strained his jeans are, a wet stain now visible in the dark fabric.

Slowly, eyes never leaving your face and looking for any tiny indication that you’re uncomfortable or have changed your mind, he slowly undoes his button and pulls down his zipper.

His languid pace is killing you, but in a good way; you realise he most likely has no idea what this is doing to you.

He rearranges the front of his jeans, opening the fly wide and leaving nothing but a thin layer of checkered cotton covering his member. The tent it’s creating is impressive.

He watches you stare and run your wet tongue over your bottom lip.

Letting out a nervous breath between pursed lips, he pushes one hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, using his thumb and two fingers to hold his cock at the base. Using his other hand he slowly, agonisingly slowly, pulls the fabric out and downwards, gradually exposing his full member to the lights of the room and to you.

You pause your own movements and spend a moment taking it in. It’s long, with an impressive girth - you briefly wonder whether he knows what he’s packing - and it’s the prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever seen. Lengthy, veined, slightly curved, and thick, so thick.

Eddie watches your expression for a moment. Satisfied that you’re not freaked or about to run away screaming, he brings the rest of his fingers to join the others, wrapping himself fully in his fist and squeezing gently, causing a little bead of precum to collect on the tip.

You take in the sight before you for a few moments, then utter, completely honestly, “Eddie, in case no one’s ever told you this, you have a really beautiful dick.”

His face and neck turn the second-prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever seen.

“No one’s ever told me that before, Princess.” Adding, almost in a whisper, “In fact, no one’s ever seen it.”

He chuckles lightly through that last sentence, embarrassed at what he’s just admitted. The ego boost of your comments has clearly given him some confidence though, as he adds with a slight smirk, a little breathy as he runs the pad of his thumb unhurriedly over his tip, “You, uh, really think so?”

Oh, so he likes me watching him too?

You can’t take your eyes off of it.

“I really do, Eddie. It’s so pretty.”

As if to confirm your statement you resume your hand movements, adding another finger and resuming circling your clit with the other. You notice that Eddie’s started moving too, his hand moving over himself in a deft gripping and twisting motion, his hips bucking up every now and again.

For a few moments neither of you say anything, the only sounds in the room your combined panting breaths and the lewd movements of wet skin.

Your clit is swollen and supremely sensitive, and, pushing in a little further, your fingers just tickle that exquisite spot within you.

You moan as you imagine it’s Eddie’s pretty cock inside you. That he’s leaning over you, thrusting into you, hitting that spot effortlessly. Maybe even talking to you, telling you how good your pussy feels, how well you’re taking him…

Suddenly your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth hangs open, a gutteral moan emerging from your chest as you get closer and closer.

Bringing your attention back to him you mumble, hurriedly,

“Jeezus Eddie, I’m gonna cum, you wanna see me cum?”

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire fucking life.”

Eddie’s words come out in a spluttering rush and on his last word your breathing halts, your muscles lock and you cum, hard, clenching around your fingers and letting out an involuntary strangled scream.

Somewhere in the back of your fuzzy mind you think you hear Eddie let out a loud, “Holy shhhiiiit!”

You come down a little, opening your eyes and locking them with Eddie’s. You ride out your aftershocks, humming as you feel your fingers inside of you and your juices running down them. You eventually remove your fingers from your cunt, leaving its puffy wetness fully on display, and trace them around your lips and clit.

“F-fuck, Princess, that’s the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever fuckin’ seen…”

Eddie’s red-faced and panting, his cock still very much standing to attention in his now vice-like grip, the tip an angry red and leaking copious amounts of precum. His eyes are blown dark, the chocolate rims almost completely obscured. His face and neck are flushed and he’s covered in a sheen of sweat, and he’s clenching his jaw, looking like he’s trying desperately not to bust.

“Are you ok over there, Eddie?”

“Shit, yeah, yes, I mean, fuck.”

Breathily, you ask him,

“Do you wanna cum?”

“Fuck yes, I just, I didn’t know whether you wanted me to.”

“Oh I do Eddie, I really do. It’s your turn now. You gonna cum for me? Please, let me see you lose it, show me everything you’ve got.”

He breathes out a loud sigh in what seems like relief. You like how good he’s being for you, learning yet more about yourself that you didn’t know before.

His fist speeds up as his other hand comes to hold his balls, deftly stroking and rolling the flesh. His brow furrows deeply and his lips clamp shut around a low moan. He’s staring intently at you, eyes flicking between your face and your still-dripping cunt.

Suddenly his expression turns to one resembling surprise, as his eyebrows lift and his mouth opens, a string of expletives leaving those perfect, plump lips,

“Fuck, fuck, Jeezus, motherf-, oh my-, fuckfuckfuuuck!”

His jaw drops as his abdomen contracts, and his eyes fix on your cunt as he jets hot ropes of white cum into the air and over his fist and t-shirt. There’s so much, and it seems never ending.

The sight is even better than you’d imagined it might be and your hips buck up into your hand, making you press your fingers into your clit again triggering another aftershock, and you find yourself moaning along with him.

For a few moments there’s more silence, aside from your panting and heavy breathing.

Eventually Eddie chuckles a little, and you huff a breath out through your nose with a smile on your face.

You’re both a sweaty, sticky mess, but neither of you care.

“Fuck, Eddie, that was…” You’re lost for words.

“Amazing? Incredible?” Seeing the grin plastered across Eddie’s face is easily as gratifying as all the other stuff you’ve done tonight.

You both giggle as Eddie says, “Fuck me, Princess, you’re definitely the best tutor I’ve ever had.”

Neither of you really want to move, but some cleanup is definitely necessary. Eddie takes the blanket from the sofa and throws it in the washer, cleaning up quickly in the bathroom, letting you know when it’s free and returning in a change of clothes, throwing the others in with the blanket.

As you both process what’s just transpired you share timid glances and half smiles.

You both sit on the sofa again as you start to pack up your notes and books. In another unforeseen realisation, you’re surprised at how much you’ve enjoyed Eddie’s company, and the warm feeling you get inside every time he looks at you is entirely unexpected.

You realise you’re gonna have to be the one to say something, and give Eddie a smirk.

“So, how about next time we do some practical revision on, maybe, male anatomy?”

He looks a little surprised, but certainly not unhappy at the suggestion that there might actually be a ‘next time’.

“You really wanna, uh, tutor me again?”

Nodding in the affirmative, you reply, “Oh yeah, I think we’ve both learned a lot this afternoon.”

Holding his gaze, you suggest,

“Same time next week..?”

A/N 2: I’ve been having thoughts about making this a miniseries, so please let me know if you’d like to see a second “lesson” 😉

Thanks so much for reading!

“Why would you wear this today, hm? Trying to drive me crazy,” he remarks through a low chuckle, hand palming the curve of your ass. His lips press a delicate kiss just below your ear and you can’t help but arch your back into him.

Regardless of your own transgression, you say, “Can’t you behave for one day?"

“No,” he answers simply, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “I’ll fuck you right on this counter. Right next to the turkey.” You twist his grip off the spoon and tap the wood twice against the pot before laying it down. You’re smirking something uncontrollable as you turn into him, allowing Eddie to inch forward and cage you against the counter. He smiles down at you, all doe eyes and mischief, leaning in to kiss the corner of your eye. You smile. “Stuff you like a turkey,” he amends, your smile turns to a disbelieving frown comically fast.

“In my mother’s house?” you ask incredulously, hands settling featherlight at his waist. Eddie really would fuck you in your mother’s kitchen — no problem. The only thing stopping him is the fact that she’s home … along with what’s about to be twenty more guests any minute.

“Gotta give thanks to my pussy, baby. Doesn’t matter where I am.” You both lose yourselves for a moment and Eddie slots his knee between yours, pressing his thigh against your core in a way that makes you shudder and twist your fingers into his button down.

There’s a clattering in the doorway and, like children, you both break away from each other at top speed. You: quickly returned to mindlessly stirring the pot. Eddie: facing the island where he pretends to dice an onion.

“Oh perfect,” your mother says, juggling a pile of serving dishes and silverware. Eddie quickly moves to grab the bread basket before it falls, then dives in without a word to take the weight from her entirely. (The sight makes you soft.) She smiles her thanks and wipes her brow. “Would you two bring the desserts up?” she huffs as she moves to start pulling open all the cupboards. “Can you look for the gravy boat while you’re down there too? I can’t seem to…” she trails off, head stuffed into another cabinet.

“Yeah, I got it, ma,” you say, reaching out to help Eddie balance the stack of serving plates. “C’mon, baby,” you tap his elbow. “There’s like four pies down there. Gonna need your hands.”

Eddie trails behind down into the basement, you’re at the bottom of the stairs already when you hear him shut the door at the top. It’s that very small gesture that makes your belly flip — he’s up to no good.

And up to no good he was.

It’s only a matter of seconds, really, before Eddie spins you around and hoists you onto the table just beside all the pies you’re meant to be carrying up. He pushes you to lay, miscellaneous baking tools crash to the floor when you flail desperately for purchase.

“Eddie, Eddie — slow—,” he reaches under your dress, ripping your panties down your legs until they hang like a floral printed white flag from your ankle. “—down.”

“Slow down?” he mocks, folding the skirt of your dress up so he can finally see what he’s most thankful for this Thanksgiving: pretty and glistening even under the dodgy fluorescents. Eddie worships your pussy like it gives him life, leaning down to kiss your clit hello, his warm lips wrap around your little button and it pops salaciously from his mouth making you twitch beneath him. “Baby, I’m going to make this the quickest fuck of your life.”

“That’s not the compliment you think it is,” you tease. Eddie snorts a laugh, eyelashes kissing in a big smile as he works his belt and pushes his jeans and boxers past his ass in one go.

His movements are deft and determined, pulling you by your hips to the edge of the table. He tucks his curls behind his ears and looks down between your bodies. With his sleeves already rolled up to his elbows, he brings up the hem of his shirt and tucks it under his chin.

He says, “I never thought I would say this, but please don’t squirt. I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”

You giggle, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist and pulling him into you, the head of his hardened cock slips through your folds and prods your clit making you twitch again.

“Be worse at sex then,” you quip.

“No can do,” he sighs, reaching down between your bodies to sink his cock into you. The stretch is always there, your sticky walls wrapping around and clinging to him like cellophane.

The atmosphere changes and you’re no longer interested in teasing him. Your fingers grip the edge of the table as Eddie sets an unforgiving pace, thrusting into you with a fervor that punches embarrassing grunts and moans from your belly that you swear you’re trying to contain.

“Sh-sh-sh,” Eddie hushes you, one hand leaving the grip on your hip to caress your cheek, his thumb pulls your bottom lip down and lets it flip back up. “You’re entire family is six feet above us. Gotta be quiet for me, pretty girl. Jus-just for a couple of minutes.”

The table is rocking with every thrust, a rolling-pin rolls off the table taking a spatula with it.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you m-make this shit so easy for me, baby,” he babbles. Eddie hooks his hands under your knees and pries you from his waist in favor of pushing your thighs up and out, thumbs sinking bruisingly into your meat.

With your thighs spread wide Eddie’s fucking into you deeper, the curve of his cock dragging deliciously along the spot that usually makes you squirt, you mewl and when he reaches for your clit you swat his hand away quickly.

“I-if you do that I’m gonna drench you,” you warn.

“Goddammit,” he grunts. “I guess it’s just me this round, sugar.”

Eddie reels back, slowing down to lean over and kiss you just hard enough to steal your breath the way he always does. When he pulls away he takes a smudge of your lipstick with him, the sight makes you giggle and quickly cup his cheek before he’s too far away.

“Wait,” you say softly, reaching for the dish towel you spotted beside you. You delicately wipe over his mouth, absorbing the transferred red gloss and Eddie smiles wide, eyes flicking all over your face because he never knows where he wants to look.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispers.

“You’re welcome, baby,” you say just as quietly.

“I’m gonna fill you up now, okay?” Your bottom lip catches between your teeth and you nod enthusiastically. “And you’re gonna keep it there for me so I can have dessert later, right?”

“Yes,” you agree, it’s barely audible but Eddie’s ears are the only ones that matter.

Eddie falls back into the same brutal pace and one minute later he’s spilling into you, pulsing, hot seed drenching your walls.

Before he pulls you to sit up, he tucks himself back into his pants and finally takes your panties off of your ankle. He helps you down onto your wobbly feet and gets down onto his knees, holding your underwear for you to step into you.

Eddie finds himself hidden beneath the skirt of your dress as he secures your panties in place for you. Pressing a kiss to your mound from over the cotton, his finger presses against your slit to feel the warmth and dampness of his release struggling to remain inside.

All the pie makes it upstairs without incident.

Your mother hands you a slice of pumpkin pie, offering the next plate to Eddie. He politely declines with a short wave.

“I’m too full right now,” he smiles. “I have pie at home for later.”

You side eye him.

“Oh yeah? You should have brought it! What kind?”

“…cream,” he tries. Your fingernails dig into his thigh and he hisses.

“You made it yourself?” your mother continues agonizingly.

“Oh, yeah,” he nods fervently. “It’s, uh, my moms recipe.”