emergency account for marshmallow--3

Eddie blinked at the harsh sunlight as soon as he stepped outside the intake office after an hour of waiting around for something to wear that wasn't the prison jumpsuit he'd been stuck in for the last fifteen years.

The clothes he'd gone in wearing were handed back to him before he left and as he dug them out of the brown paper bag, he had to laugh.

His forearm couldn't even fit through the leg of the skinny jeans that had been baggy on him the day he was shoved into the back of that cop car.

The woman having him fill out his paperwork seemed to notice at the same time and muttered something about finding him something in the back.

And so, Eddie Munson stepped out into the real world with the rings he could still fit around his fingers, and his wallet with nothing but his, now expired, driver's license, and the photo of you he'd kept at his bedside, safely tucked away.

He was a free man, or at least, for the most part.

He'd still have to check in with his parole officer once a week and follow his outlined conditions for the next two years, but it felt like a small price to pay for the taste of freedom.

He'd been skipping his yard time in favour of pacing his cell over the last few days, unsure sure how it would feel to leave the brick walls and stale air.

It felt crisper than the prison yard. Somehow cleaner despite only being a hundred yards away from the field where he'd spent a lot of his time running laps.

Eddie felt like he'd had the breath knocked out of him when he laid eyes on you and Wayne, who had yet to notice him. You were telling Wayne something that must've been hilarious because the always-stoic man chuckled, propped up against the hood of his truck while you waved your arms around, talking animatedly.

You were wearing that pretty sundress you'd had on the first time you'd visited him.

And Christ, you looked good in it.

He wanted to tear it off you so bad, desperate to get his hands on you after dreaming about it for the last three years while being restricted to just a hug and a kiss hello or goodbye when you visited.

Wayne noticed him first and Eddie would swear it was the first time he'd seen a smile reach the old man's eyes since before the spring of '86.

It took you a few seconds to notice that Wayne wasn't listening to you anymore and you followed his line of sight, freezing when you finally noticed him.

You let out a startled laugh and ran towards him, throwing yourself into his arms as soon as he was within reach.

"Eddie." You breathed shakily into the side of his neck as he clutched you to his chest, lifting you right off the ground.

"Miss me, Sweetheart?" He'd tried to sound cocky, but it came out just as shaky.

"Longest week of my life." You huffed, squeezing him tighter.

Eddie wasn't ready to let go of you.

Hell, if he had it his way, he'd never let go of you.

But he had to.

So, Eddie set you down and pressed a searing kiss to your lips, melting into it a little before forcing himself to pull away before he started something he couldn't finish.

You made a whining sound that went straight to his dick, which twitched happily inside his prison issued sweatpants that really wouldn't do much to hide his excitement if he let himself get too wrapped up in you.

"I'm gonna need you to behave," He muttered, pressing his lips to the top of your head "Can you do that for me, Pretty girl?"

You nodded, sighing dramatically.

Eddie reluctantly unwrapped his arms from around you and made his way over to Wayne, who was waiting very patiently to greet his nephew.

"Took you long enough" He huffed out a laugh, clapping his hand over the boys shoulder when he was near enough to pull him in for a hug.

"Believe me, it could've been a lot longer." Eddie chuckled, a little surprised by how much he'd missed Wayne's palm on the back of his neck.

It was grounding.

Comforting.

He wished he'd let his uncle visit more often. Maybe if he had, he wouldn't feel so overwhelmed.

"Hope you're hungry." Wayne let Eddie pull away first, still sporting the tiniest smile "that girl of yours has been cooking up a storm all morning."

"Has she, now?" Eddie turned to look at you and your pink cheeks with a raised brow and a teasing look.

"He's exaggerating." You shrugged unconvincingly, leaning into him when he draped his arm over your shoulders. "We're gonna go to Wayne's for dinner before going home."

Home.

The last home Eddie had lived in was the trailer, but it had been destroyed during the fiasco with Vecna. Wayne had since moved into a little house just outside of town in the next county over with his government hush money, but Eddie had never gotten to see it.

The two of you had planned to live together once he got out.

He'd have insisted on staying with Wayne until he found a job so you weren't paying all the bills, if he didn't have his own pile of cash squirrelled away for both the theatrics, and taking the fall.

He hadn't been able to touch it all this time. Didn't even know how much there was or what bank it was at, if it even was in a bank.

Wayne knew.

He'd been dealing with it while Eddie had been away. He'd asked him to pay your rent with it and despite your adamant refusal, he'd gotten away with it eventually.

So, you'd found a place big enough for the two of you when you moved to Indiana, and had been waiting for him.

Eddie knew that you and Wayne were in touch after you'd been introduced during the prison's 'family day', the one time a year outside of Christmas where they allowed more than one visitor at a time unless you were married or had kids.

What he hadn't realized, was that the two of you had grown close.

He didn't notice at first that you had your own key to the front door, even after you used it to let yourself inside.

It wasn't until you breached the messy kitchen and started making a pot of coffee with practiced ease, grabbing mugs he recognized from the trailer out of the cabinet without having to look, that Eddie saw that you'd spent actual time with Wayne.

Enough of it to know his kitchen like the back of your hand.

As soon as he stepped inside, he could smell fresh bread and something that smelled good enough he was sure he could eat a whole tray of it before he even knew what it was.

He sat at the kitchen table, still a little stunned that he was out in the real world, and let you fuss over him, offering him coffee and smoothing his hair over like the two of you did this every day.

He'd been a little scared that it would be weird, or awkward. The two of you had never spent more than an hour in the same room together, and surely, going from that to having all the time in the world would take some getting used to.

But it didn't. Not yet at least.

It felt so natural to have you hanging off of him or cuddled up to him on the car ride over. Your nails lightly scraping his scalp felt like coming home after a long day and it all felt so right. Serene, even.

You already had the coffee halfway finished by the time Wayne made it to the table, looking stiff and older than Eddie remembered.

He'd always had a bad back and had done a good job hiding it, but Eddie could see that he was hurting.

Before he could open his mouth to ask if he needed anything, you tossed a prescription bottle into the old man's lap and he gave you a dismissive, but secretly grateful wave.

Eddie's heart swelled.

You hadn't just been hanging out around Wayne.

You'd been taking care of him.

In plenty of his letters, Eddie had expressed concern over Wayne living alone. The man was stubborn and would never ask for help, even if he was dying.

It worried Eddie.

Every time he called and Wayne took a little too long to pick up, he'd panic and think that he'd had a heart attack in his recliner and that no one would find him.

He'd had nightmares about it.

Not nearly as many as the upside down had conjured, but enough that he'd mentioned it more than once.

Eddie wasn't sure he'd ever loved you more than he did in that moment, watching you swat his uncle with a tea towel when he took one painkiller instead of two, reading the bottle out loud, and pointedly.

You loved him enough to look after the only family he had left when he couldn't.

Wayne really hadn't been exaggerating when he'd said you'd cooked up a storm.

By the time Eddie was helping set the table despite your weak protests, there was an outright feast at the center of the table and a pile of treats on the counter for dessert.

Being twice the size he'd been going in to prison, Eddie had no problem clearing half the table, which seemed to baffle Wayne.

You watched him cage his plate in with his arm like someone was going to take it from him, and wondered how long it would be until the habit faded.

"Christ, thought you were eating me out of house and home when you were a teenager." He made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. "Glad I don't have to be the one to feed ya anymore."

"Lucky your girl likes to cook."

"Yes, I am." Eddie leaned back in his seat and beamed at you. "That was great, Sweetheart."

Your cheeks went a little pink at the compliment, but you were grinning.

"where's your car?" Eddie frowned. He hadn't thought to look around before going inside, but the driveway only had Wayne's truck in it and there was plenty of room for you to not park on the street.

He didn't even know what your car looked like.

"At home." You cracked a little smile, eyes glimmering with mischief. "C'mon."

With a furrowed brow, Eddie followed you a couple houses down, across the street and paused when you stopped in front of a cute little two story house.

"Wait." he muttered, looking from the house, to Wayne's which was still visible from where he was standing.

"Surprise!" your voice was soft, but full of excitement.

That pesky lump came back full force, choking him up.

"Sweetheart?"

"Yes, my love?"

Eddie couldn't help but crack a grin, hearing you call him cute little names.

"Did you get a house on Wayne's street?" He asked, eyes full of disbelief, but warm. "You did this on purpose?"

"Well, yeah." You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his torso. "Figured it would be easier to share you with him when you came home if he was just down the street."

"Besides," You started to ramble, "We have dinner pretty much every day, so it makes it easier when I bring stuff over and I thought you'd want to have him close since you've spend so much time apart and-"

Eddie cut you off with a kiss.

It was soft and sweet at first, lips slotting together, enjoying the warmth of one another in the chilled night air. But then, you both seemed to realize at the same time that you were finally alone, and fifty yards away from the privacy of your home and it turned into something else entirely.

It only took him a moment to scoop you up in his arms and carry you right to the front door without breaking the kiss, pawing at you with one hand, half to find yours so he could get the keys and half because he finally had the opportunity to let his hands wander and was planning on taking full advantage.

Finally, he got the door opened and stumbled inside, slamming it shut behind you so he could press you up against it. It didn't take much effort on his part to maneuver you into the new position and the display of brute strength had you desperate to have him toss you around like a rag doll.

You wrapped your legs around him and Eddie groaned loudly into your mouth, nestling his bulge in between your legs. Your dress had ridden up enough that there was nothing but your panties and his pants keeping him from making contact.

"Can't fucking wait to get you out of these clothes, baby" He started making his way down your jaw, trailing wet, hot kisses to your neck. "Been waiting for this for so long. Dreaming of it."

"Me too Eds," You panted, rocking your hips into him as your hands tangled in the hair at the base of his scalp. "Bedroom."

"Gonna have to give me directions, Sweetheart." He breathed into your ear, pushing off the door with you still wrapped around him.

You didn't think for a second that he'd drop you and didn't bother tightening your grip on his hair.

"Upstairs." You pointed without looking, starting in on his neck, but gasped sharply when his hands cupped your ass to keep you steady.

Those big, strong hands of his wrapped around the soft mounds of pillowy skin, fingers so long that you felt them brush up against your panties.

"Upstairs?" You could hear the teasing smirk in his voice and nipped at the side of his neck with a huff.

You traced over the spot with your tongue when he finally started moving towards the stairs.

Every step jostled you in his arms, just enough that his fingertips kept grazing your soaked panties. You were pretty sure he was doing it on purpose, but it felt so good that you didn't even care.

Each time, you let out a little breathy moan and stopped your assault on his neck to bury your face in the crook of it.

"Making such pretty sounds for me already." Eddie shuddered at the top of the stairs, "haven't even started yet,"

"I can't help it," You groaned softly "Last door on the right."

He walked a little quicker down the hall and threw you down on the bed as soon as he laid eyes on it.

"Jesus Sweetheart." He paused, distracted by the sheer size of it "This thing's fucking huge!"

"You're always bitching about how tiny your mattress is." You writhed in the soft sheets, reaching out for him.

"Has my sweet girl been lonely, sleeping in this big old bed all by herself?" He pouted condescendingly and you couldn't deny the rush of warmth it sent through your entire body. "You poor thing."

"So lonely." You nodded, looking up at him through your lashes

His hands wrapped around your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, resting them on his shoulders while he delicately undid the straps of your sandals.

He took them off for you slowly, and pressed his lips to the insides of your ankles like he was trying to drink in every single inch of your body. He wanted to savor you despite the growing urge to tear your dress off and fuck you hard and fast.

"So fucking beautiful," He muttered to himself, traveling further up your legs at an agonizingly slow pace, but you couldn't make yourself complain. Not when he was looking at you like that. So full of love and adoration.

It was mesmerizing and took your breath away.

His lips grazed your knee, tattooed fingers running along the soft skin of your calves while you whined softly.

Just looking at Eddie, you'd never think he could be so soft. So gentle.

The tattoos creeping up his strong neck left him looking intimidating, but devastatingly beautiful. The bulging muscles of his arms, still half hidden by the tight sleeves of his T-shirt, made it clear that he could pick you up and throw you around.

You'd expected him to. You really had. Wouldn't have blamed him and certainly would've enjoyed it, but this was nice too. Sweet and soft, like you were something fragile. Something to cherish.

Fifteen years without the touch of a woman and Eddie was still taking his time to worship you.

It really made you feel loved.

By the time his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties, you were drenched and dying to be touched.

Eddie had held your gaze the entire way up your legs, but couldn't go another second without letting his eyes fall between them, locked on the slow glide of your lacy underwear down your legs.

He made a loud, broken, groaning sound at the sight of your bare pussy and dropped down to his knees at the end of bed like he was about to start praying to it.

His chin rested on the edge of the mattress while his eyes remained fixated on you.

His hands reached out and hiked your dress up higher, silently urging you to take it off while he licked his lips.

You shuddered in anticipation, but were quick to get your last bit of clothing off, tossing it across the room to lay back, now completely bare before him.

His eyes darted up to your tits and his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of them.

One of his hands snaked it's way up your body, cupping one in his big hand.

"Christ," He cursed breathily, eyes bouncing from your tits to your glistening cunt like he couldn't decide which flavor of ice cream he wanted after dinner. "Killin' me here, Sweetheart."

"Then do something about it." You whined, arching into his palm, shaking with need. "Please, baby. I need you."

Eddie shuddered, sure he'd never been so turned on his in his life.

"You need me?" He breathed, inching closer to you with every breath he took. "Where, Honey? Where do you need me?"

One of your hands immediately fell between your legs, fingers spreading you open from him while you panted desperately.

He made a growling sound, low in his throat and grabbed you by the hips so he could drag you closer and bury his face between your legs.

You cried out, fingers immediately weaving into his hair while he ravaged you with his mouth.

"Taste so fucking good." He spoke directly into your cunt, not stopping for anything while you thrashed in his grip "Better than I even imagined, Shit-"

His grip on your hips kept them from rising off the bed, chasing his tongue every time it wandered.

Eddie was in heaven. Breathing you in while his tongue flicked over your clit at an overwhelming pace. You were already nearing the edge of bliss, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth working you over.

You didn't know where he'd learned to give head like that, and were sure you didn't want to, but fuck- That man knew what he was doing.

"Eddie-" You mewled, melting further into the bed when his hands found yours and pulled them away from his hair, lacing your fingers together. "Fuck-I-"

"I've got you," He looked up at you through hooded eyes, "Let go for me, Sweet girl. I've got you, I promise."

The next flick of his tongue sent you catapulting over the edge, clamping down around nothing while he only slightly slowed, working you though your orgasm while you cried out his name, fingers flexing against his.

Eddie eagerly lapped up any mess you made, groaning into you desperately, hips rutting into the side of the mattress.

When he finally pulled away, you were twitching beneath him, still heaving for breath even after he managed to get out of his clothes and crawl over you.

"You okay, baby?" He smirked, looking down at you with eyes full of want.

"Yeah," You breathed, focusing on the weight of his heavy cock pressing into your hip. "Shit, Eddie. That was-"

Eddie cut you of by slamming his lips onto yours, no longer able to contain himself.

"Fuck, Sweetheart." He grunted, rubbing up on you while you moaned into his mouth "Need to feel you so bad."

"Me too." You gasped when a thick finger ran up your slit. "Ah-"

"Gotta make sure you're ready for me," He eased it into you, kissing you like his life depended on it, struggling not to lose focus at the feeling of your walls gripping him tightly, greedily sucking his finger further into your dripping hole. "That's it, honey,"

Eddie still had his rings on and you could feel the cool Metal nudging at your clit once his finger got deep enough.

You couldn't help but grind your hips down on it, gasping at the feeling of it.

"Want another one, Baby?"

You nodded frantically, cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

"Please, Eds." You panted, trying to fight your eyes from rolling back inside your head when he nestled another finger into you and curled them both, drawing sharper, more high pitched sound.

The pads of his fingers were pressed up against that spongy spot you could never reach on your own.

"Think you're ready for me yet?" He was struggling to keep what little composure he had left. All he wanted to do was slide into you fully. Make you feel the stretch of his cock splitting you open. "Dying to fuck you, Sweetheart."

Instead of answering, you shifted under him, trying to reposition yourself so he could sink into you.

It was cute really, you thinking that you could move him like that.

He contemplated playing along and letting you, but decided to wrap an arm around your waist and manhandle you into the position he wanted you in.

You gasped, sliding down the sheets until your cunt was positioned just below his throbbing length. Your legs were pressed up against your chest, leaving you splayed open for him.

With one hand, he kept himself propped up over you while the other guided his ruddy tip through your folds, exhaling shakily as he looked down at you with blown out pupils.

"Been a long time." He swallowed thickly "Not gonna last."

"We'll go again." You said immediately, squirming beneath him "Till the sun comes up, we'll go again."

"Careful what you wish for baby," Eddie held your gaze as he pushed forward until the head of his cock breached your burning heat and you both inhaled sharply "I've got a decade and a half of pent up energy."

"Take it out on me." You panted, intoxicated by the stretch against your walls already "Please, Eds. I want you so bad it's not even funny."

"Tell me if you need me to stop." He softened, fighting like hell not to slam all the way until he knew you weren't going to let him hurt you. "Can you do that for me?"

You nodded , looking sure enough that he gave your hip one last little squeeze before slowly sinking down to the hilt.

Your nails dug into his biceps, but he could barely feel it over the sensation of your walls gripping him like a vice.

"Fuck-" Eddie groaned, dropping his head down to rest his forehead on your bare shoulder "Fuck, Fuck- Feel so good baby. You okay?"

"Yeah." You breathed shakily, clinging to him. "so full"

"Need a second?" his forearms caged your head in as he propped himself back up to look down at you.

"Need you to fuck me" You let out a breathy, strained laugh that turned into a gasp when he withdrew halfway suddenly and snapped his hips back into yours.

"Yeah?" He grunted in your ear, nipping at your neck as he did it again. "This what you needed, Sweetheart?"

All you could do was mewl and tug on his hair, nodding frantically.

"Gotta break this big fucking bed in." He punctuated every word with a long, deep thrust "Gotta break the whole damn house in."

"That good?" He was already struggling to keep a handle on himself, unable to stop talking now that he'd started. It was the only thing keeping him from immediately blowing his load. "Huh, Sweet girl?"

"Taking me so good."

You keened at the praise, gasping for breath as he filled you to the brim with every stroke.

"That's it. Pretty pussy's grippin' me so tight, shit-"

"Prettiest goddamn pussy I've ever seen."

"Eddie." The pitch of your whines went up an octave and despite not having thought it possible, you were gripping him even tighter.

"You getting close already, baby?" He cooed shakily, getting a little sloppy with his thrusts "Been dyin' for me to fuck this tight little hole, haven't you Sweetheart? Been so patient."

You couldn't even speak. You were a mess of whines and mewls, making sounds that would put a porn star to shame as you came undone under him.

"'Fuck, Fuck- That's it." Eddie gasped, fucking you faster, harder.

His eyes were rolling back in his head and he'd swear to god if he was a believer, that he'd never cum so hard in his life.

"Shit- Love you so fucking much-" He pumped you full of cum, fucking you both through your shared orgasm "Can't believe you're mine, fuck-"

Eddie allowed himself a few more sloppy thrusts before burying himself deep inside you and rolling onto his back, taking you with him.

You laid there, draped over Eddie while the two of you caught your breath, clinging to each other like you were scared you'd be torn apart.

In a way, you were.

It was a little overwhelming. Being with Eddie in the bed you'd bought over a year ago in preparation for this day.

Things were going so well and it felt like it was too good to be true, but you couldn't allow yourself to question it because, fuck. He was here. Finally home. Finally holding you in his arms, bare skin flush against bare skin.

"You alright, Sweetheart?" Eddie asked softly after a few minutes of steady breathing. His fingertips were ghosting along your spine, still in awe that he got to touch you like this. To hold you.

"I don't think I've ever been more alright." You muttered into his chest, nuzzling further into him "Can't believe you're here."

"I know." He kissed the crown of your head, grinning to himself "Me too."

"Do you want a tour of your new house?"

"Yeah." Eddie found himself nodding despite badly wanting to stay buried deep inside you.

But, he had all the time in the world.

"I do."

After a few more minutes of basking in the afterglow, the two of you peeled yourself out of bed and got cleaned up enough to venture out of the bedroom.

You could see the moment Eddie realized that he didn't have any clothes and smiled softly to yourself.

"Left side of the walk-in." You nodded towards the closet, struggling not to laugh when his head cocked to the side like a confused puppy. "Clothes."

With a furrowed brow, Eddie went over and flicked on the light switch.

He froze, stunned by the rack of band tees and shelves of neatly folded clothes.

"I thought you'd need something to wear until we can get you down to the mall to pick your own stuff." You joined him in the doorway, hugging him from behind.

"You bought all this stuff?" He muttered, resting his palm over your hands "For me?"

"Well, yeah." You shrugged "Since somebody insisted on paying rent on a house he didn't even live in, I figured that the least I could do is get it ready for you until you came home."

You let go of him so he could shuffle forward and find himself something to wear, leaning against the doorway with a soft smile while he thumbed through the T-shirts, all of bands he'd mentioned liking in letters.

You knew he'd missed music more than anything from before, except for Wayne of course, and wanted to make sure there was little bits of Eddie all over the house, not just inside the closet.

He shrugged on a Metallica shirt and a pair of boxers before pulling you into his chest abruptly.

You let out a happy sigh and buried your face in his chest.

"I love you." He whispered shakily "So fucking much, Sweetheart."

"I love you too, Eds." You hummed, squeezing him back just as hard.

And so began the tour of the house, starting at the front door, so Eddie could actually get a proper look since he'd been so distracted when he'd first come in.

You showed him the kitchen, stocked full of all the snacks he'd ranted and raved about in his letters, or on phone calls when commissary ran out of his favourite candy bar. Then, you led him through the rest of the house by the hand, opening every closet and cupboard so that he had some idea of where everything was.

You stopped at the only closed door inside the house and let go of his hand so you could wring yours out in front of you anxiously.

"This one's a surprise." You gestured towards it.

"Baby, the whole house is a surprise." Eddie chuckled, draping an arm over your shoulders "You got a secret sex dungeon in there or something?"

"Go look." You urged, full of a combination of excitement and nerves.

Finally, Eddie pushed the door open and looked from the stairs, to you with a raised brow.

"Is it a sex dungeon?"

"Oh my god," You rolled your eyes playfully and nudged him forward "Go down and see."

With a dramatic sigh, Eddie started down the stairs, keeping one hand on you at all times since you refused to let him turn the lights on and he was scared you'd break your neck on the stairs on your first night together.

"Okay, are you ready?" You whispered, hand ready over the light switch.

"As I'll ever be."

You flicked the light on and watched Eddie blink at the finished basement, drinking it all in.

If he'd thought that the closet had been thoughtful, Eddie figured you must've been a goddamn saint when he saw what you'd done for him down in that basement.

On one side, was a full Dungeons and Dragons set up, eerily similar to the one he'd set up for hellfire back in the 80s. It even had a throne at the end of it, not quite the same as the one he'd stolen from the drama club to set the tone for his campaigns. It was nicer and looked custom made.

The other half of the basement had a wall of vinyl and a turntable with a crazy looking sound system set up in the corner and a set of worn leather couches.

His heart skipped a beat when his eyes landed on what looked like a replica of his Sweetheart propped up in the corner, displayed on a stand.

"Is that-" He breathed, shuffling towards it, eyes full of awe.

"The guitar that saved the world?" You finished softly. He could hear the smile in your voice "No, but it's a damn close replacement according to Wayne."

"How-" He spun around to look at you, then the rest of the basement with wide eyes "You- What?"

"I had some help from Wayne." You chuckled "He sent me to Dustin and here we are."

"Henderson helped you with this?" Eddie's lips parted in shock

"Practically begged me to let him help." You smiled, leaning into him. "I know how much you miss playing-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Eddie's lips were on yours and you were pretty sure you felt a tear splatter against your cheek.

"So, you like it?" You asked, a little out of breath when you came up for air, foreheads pressed together, and eyes full of adoration.

"Do I like it?" He scoffed like you'd lost your mind. "Of course I like it!"

His eyes darted over to the throne and he immediately thought of all the times he's fantasized about a girl riding him on it when he was a teenager.

"Matter of fact, I think I'd better show you how much I like it" He shot you a devilish grin and tossed you over his shoulder while you shrieked out a laugh.

Yeah, He could get used to this.

Used to being home.

"I dunno, I've never watched porn." You shrugged, thumbing through a magazine on the worn couch in Eddie's living room.

"You've-" Eddie's brows pulled together. "What?"

"I've never watched any porn, so I wouldn't know." You reiterated without looking up, thinking he just hadn't heard you correctly.

"Not even a nudie mag?" He balked, eyes wide as his thoughts raced with ideas before he settled on one and immediately felt his jeans tighten. "Do you want to?"

"Do I want to what?" You scoffed, peering over the top of the page with a raised brow. "Watch porn?"

"Yeah." Eddie had a goofy smile on his face, and you knew better than to indulge him when he got like this, but you were bored, and sometimes, his crazy ideas didn't end terribly.

"Sure." You squinted at him suspiciously. "Why?"

"Oh man." Eddie sprang to his feet excitedly and pecked you on the forehead before running down the hall. "Don't move!"

You dog-eared your page in the magazine you were reading and waited patiently for Eddie to return.

It took him a few minutes, but eventually, Eddie emerged from his bedroom with an armful of VHS tapes and dumped them all on the couch next to you.

"What-" You picked one up and dropped it like it had burned you. "Eddie!"

They were all dirty movies.

"Jesus Christ," You grumbled, wiping your hands on your pants, looking horrified. "Why do you have so many?"

"I'm only a man." He waved you off. "I've heard way freakier shit come out of your mouth than I ever have in one of these."

You gaped at him.

"Remember the time I was beating you at pool and you tried to trip me up and whisper in my ear about how-"

"Shut up!" You gasped, lunging at him with burning cheeks, "You said you were never gonna bring that up again!"

"You're yelling at me about my porn collection!" He defended, caging you into his lap before you could get a swat in while struggling not to laugh.

"Are you listening to yourself?" You cackled, "You're collecting porn!"

"I have needs!" He exclaimed, blowing a raspberry in the side of your neck while you squeeled, "Sometimes you're busy!"

Eventually, you both stopped laughing and just sat there staring at this pile of porn together.

"So…" Your brows pulled together. "What's the plan here?"

"Pick one and we'll watch it." Eddie shrugged, anything but nonchalant.

He was already hard, you could feel it beneath you every time you shifted in his lap.

"You wanna watch porn together?" You raised a brow, but couldn't deny the rush of warmth that spread through you at the thought.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat, glad you couldn't see his pink cheeks. "You want to?"

"Okay." You drew the word out, eyes scanning the covers of the tapes. "Which one's your favorite?"

Only minutes into the movie, Eddie's hand was already creeping up your thigh, hot against your bare skin.

You were still in his lap, back resting on the arm of the couch, while your legs were bent at the knee on the other side.

You could hear his breathing getting deeper. More ragged as time went on, and fought the urge to look at him.

It wasn't lost on you that the girl on the screen, who was already writhing on the mattress while her partner pistoned his fingers into her at a brutal pace, looked like you.

Not quite a spitting image, but the same hair. Same build.

You shifted in his lap, squeezing your thighs together.

"You alright there, Sweetheart?" You could hear the smirk in Eddie's voice, but his voice was raspy. Strained even.

"Mhmm," You hummed, dragging your fingers along his bicep absently, while his dug into the skin of your thigh. "Are you?"

"Could be better." He muttered, prying your legs open gently so he could hook them over his knees and maneuver you so that you were leaning back into his chest.

You let him, shuddering when you felt his warm breath fanning over the side of your throat.

"You paying attention?" Eddie whispered to you, trailing his hand further up your thigh as he opened his own legs, spreading you wide open so he could pull your shorts and panties to the side, running a finger up your slit.

"You are!" He chuckled lowly at the breathy whine that fell from your lips at the feeling "you're soaking wet, you dirty girl."

"Oh, you poor thing," he teased, just barely touching you while you squirmed, desperate for friction. "You want some help with that, sweetheart?"

You nodded eagerly and turned your head to kiss him, but gasped when he lightly spanked you in between your legs.

"Keep your eyes on that screen." He instructed, nudging you to sit up a little so he could get his pants down just enough to free his cock.

You weren't a hundred percent sure what the plan was here, but you were happy to go along, desperate for something. Anything.

The couple on screen had moved on to fucking and were moaning loudly as the man thrust into her with hard, long strokes.

Eddie's hands found your hips, guiding you to hover over his lap.

You gasped when he lined himself up with your weeping hole and slowly let you impale yourself on his cock.

"That's it." He exhaled shakily, trying not to rut into you.

"Ah, ah-" Eddie tsk'd when you tried to rock your hips and pulled you pack until your back was pressed up against his chest "don't move, Sweetheart."

Your brows furrowed, and your walls clenched around him, drawing a soft groan.

You waited for him to move or direct you to, but instead, he just sat there, buried inside you and still watching the movie over your shoulder.

"Eddie." You whined, squirming, "What are you-"

"Shh," He breathed into your ear, so close that you could feel his lips lightly brushing up against the shell of it when he spoke, "You're gonna sit right there and watch the movie, just like this."

You shuddered, but nodded.

"Be a good girl for me and sit still." his lips curled upwards, knowing damn well how worked up you got when he called you that. "Can you do that, Sweetheart?"

"Can you at least-"

"Quietly."

You huffed, but leaned back into him, trying hard not to move.

The movie wasn't helping.

If anything, it was making it worse.

You had nothing to distract yourself with, and watching the couple fucking was just turning you on more.

He had her pretzeled into positions you didn't even know existed, but found yourself picturing trying them with Eddie and moaned softly.

"You like watching porn while you sit on my cock?" Eddie cooed into your neck, pressing his lips to the flushed skin. "My dirty, dirty girl."

You didn't even have to answer. The way your walls fluttered around him was enough to convince him that you did.

Eddie wasn't doing much better.

It was taking everything in him not to flip you onto the couch and fuck you until you were a drooling mess.

But he loved the little needy sounds you were making, and it was surprisingly cozy sitting like that. You were so warm and wet and gripping him like you were about to start begging for it.

And God, he loved it when you begged.

He let his hand fall between your thighs and just barely brushed the pad of his thumb over your clit.

You jolted, whimpering cutely as his other arm tightened his grip on your writhing body.

"You're a needy little thing today, aren't you?"

"Eds, Please-" you whined pathetically, rocking your hips as well as you could while he had such a tight hold on you.

"Please, what?" Eddie teased, nipping at your shoulder. "What does my girl want? huh?"

Your cheeks burned.

He knew how flustered you got when it came to dirty talk when it was your turn. Usually, Eddie did enough for both of you.

"Go on," He urged gently, smirking to himself despite starting to sweat. "Use your words, Sweetheart."

"Touch me?" You panted, eyes still fixated on the TV. "Please?"

"I dunno," Eddie hummed, bucking into you just once, drawing a shark inhale from both of you. "I think you can do better than that, don't you?"

"Please, Eddie." you whimpered, melting into him, "I want you to touch me, please."

"Need you to-" You were cut off by your own gasp when he bounced you in his lap.

"Doin' so good for me," He grunted, gripping your hips to use as leverage. "Such a good girl usin' your words"

"Sat so pretty for me."

You were a mess of whimpers and mewls, completely cockdumb once his thumb returned to your clit, making quick, jerky circles in time with every thrust.

Your hips rocked as you lost yourself in the feeling, and Eddie's muttered praise in your ear between every grunt and groan.

"Eyes on the TV." He hit that special spot inside you, and you cried out, eyes snapping open just in time to watch the girl on TV cum so hard her legs shook.

It was enough to push you over the edge.

No warning. Just your walls clamping down around him, pulsating as you came hard.

"Jesus, fuck-" Eddie was frantic with his thrusts, trying to chase his own high while you were still riding out your orgasm. "Fucking love you-"

"Gonna Fill- ah"

He was rambling, only half of it registering as you felt him paint your walls white.

He held you all the way down on his cock, clutching you tightly to his chest while giving you a few more lazy, sloppy thrusts, breathing heavily against your throat, still muttering half sentences under his breath.

You both sat there, limp on the couch for what must've been a full five minutes before either of you moved.

"You okay, Sweetheart?" Eddie squeezed you lightly, loosening his grip on you as he pressed his lips to the back of your shoulder.

You hummed, tucking your head under his chin.

"Wanna stay like this for a minute, or get cleaned up?" He smoothed your hair and kissed the top of your head.

"Stay like this for a minute."

"Hey, Eddie?" You muttered after a minute.

"Yeah, Sweetheart?"

"I still think your porn collection is gross."

"I know." He sighed dramatically, biting back a laugh.

Dividers and Banners by me on my side-blog @dividers-are-us

Your relationship with Eddie was, for all intents and purposes, pretty new. He was kind, and caring, he was incredibly sweet, he was funny and goofy in the right measures, and being with him felt better than being without him.

And for the first time tonight you found yourself cosying up to him on the couch in the quiet trailer. It was just you two by yourselves, usually his uncle Wayne would get in late from working long nights as you were just settling down to watch a movie together, or you would just sit in and happily watch from the sidelines as a hellfire campaign ran long into the evening, not stopping until the evil had been defeated.

But now it was just you, and him, and all the time in the world to let your lips kiss and explore him.

So far in the time you and been with Eddie your physical relationship had yet to progress past more than quick kisses in the back of his van as he dropped you off at your home, or heated and handsy makeout sessions under the cover of slowly dimming neon lights in the cramped seats at the back of the hideout. Times where his hands would stray from being lost in your hair to skimming down the sweeping curves of your body over your clothes, but it never went any further than that.

But now you’re here, tugging your fingers into his long, dark spiraling curls as you make yourself comfortable in his lap. You can definitely feel the insistent press of his bulge underneath his sweatpants, but you don't want to pressure him. You’ve been with guys before who had been confident enough to kiss you and take you how they wanted for their pleasure, but you couldn’t be as confident that their abilities left you satisfied.

So, the unhurried meeting of Eddie’s lips on yours was a welcomed change of pace.

Except now, you’d reached this point with him enough times in the past few months and you wanted more, and part of you started to question why Eddie never made a move on you anymore than a tongue slipped between your lips. Was he not attracted to you like that? Maybe he was just taking pity on you, you were the one who pursued him in the first place after all.

Pulling away from his lips the question burns on your tongue, the thoughts wouldn’t leave you until you had your answers.

“What’s going on sweetheart, are you okay?” he asks softly, his eyes searching yours looking for a reason why you pulled away so suddenly.

“Yeah I’m okay..” you hesitate

“I sense there’s a ‘but’ coming”

The weight of tension in this momentary pause feels so heavy but you’re unsure how to proceed with what you want to ask him 

“Do you…like me, Eddie?”

“Wha- what kind of question is that? Of course I do!” He answers, his dark brows drawing together. “Where's this coming from?”

“It's just that all we've done is kiss, do you not want more from me?” you worry, your lips getting caught between your teeth.

“More from you..?”

“Do you not want to sleep with me, Eddie?”

Eddie’s face blushes from pink to positively crimson.

“No, no, it's not that, it's not…no…” Eddie begins with stuttered speech.

“You're not exactly filling me with confidence right now.” You joke slightly to ease the tension.

“Sorry.” he apologies softly. “I promise it's absolutely not you, it's me.” and if Eddie could cringe anymore at his choice of clichéd words then he would have. 

“Okay, so if it’s not me, then what is it? You know you don’t have to be scared to tell me anything, I want you to be able to talk to me about anything.” You tell him, brushing your hand up and down his arm both affectionately and as a way of offering him a sense of comfort.

You see his dark lashes flutter a few times over his big brown eyes while he carefully thinks through his words.

“I like kissing you, I really do, a-and I like holding you close like this, I like the way you fit into my arms, but…” Eddie starts before he interrupts himself with a huff. “..I don’t want you to laugh at me or think any less of me..I care about you a lot and I don’t want this to ruin things..”

“Eddie, I’m not going to laugh at you, I just want you to talk to me.”

“I do want to take things further with you, I just don’t know what I’m doing. This is all new for me.”

You have a feeling you know what he’s getting at, but you don’t want to assume, and you don’t want to push him. You want him to feel comfortable to tell you the way he wants to.

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m…fuck why is this so difficult?...I’m a-uh- I’m a virgin, okay? I’ve never had sex with a girl, with anyone for that matter, and I understand if that’s some weirdo thing and it’s too much for you and you want to break-” Eddie starts to babble nervously.

It never occurred to you that Eddie was nothing short of some kind of sex-experienced god, with his whole look and vibe going on. With his long dark hair, beautifully warm and kind brown eyes, and infectiously wide smile, and of course that’s without even mentioning his whole leather jacket wearing, guitar playing, wannabe rockstar thing he had going on. It never crossed your mind that there wouldn’t be ample women (and indeed men too) who were ready and willing to throw themselves at your boyfriend, and so this admission from him, does shock you slightly, but try as you might you don’t want to let that shock show on your face for fear of making him even more nervous. 

“-Hey, hey, come on now, don’t do that.” you say in an effort to break through his worried rambling. “I’m not going to break up with you over something like that.”

“Y-you’re not?” he says with a tone of what sounds like relief blowing out of him with a breath.

“No, of course not. You’re special to me Eddie, virgin or not.” you tell him and it’s worth it if just to see him light up with a smile.  “Were you saving yourself?” you can’t help it, the question coming out of you is a manifestation of your pure curiosity.

“Saving myself?” he parrots back with a raised and questioning tone, his eyebrows drawing together.

“Y'know, saving yourself and waiting until the right person comes along.” You reply as an explanation. 

There's a small smile that plays on his lips and a devilishly cheeky glint in his big brown eyes before he answers you.

“Oh…ah, um..no. It's nothing like that, not at all.” he cleats up. “It's not like I had a long line of girls wanting to throw themselves at me. Nobody wants to date the town freak, let alone have me as a notch in their proverbial belt.” 

You feel a pang of sadness wave over you. The fact that Eddie was so down on himself by the way people treated him, that people never thought to give him a chance. You can’t help but think It’s their loss, that everyone who ever looked at him with a disgusted sneer will never truly know how sweet and good natured Eddie is.

There's a beat of silence that hangs in the air before you speak again 

“So, if you're not saving yourself, do you maybe wanna do something about it?” You offer, leaving your question open-ended.

“You mean you would want to…with me..?” he answers your question with a question of his own, almost like he can’t quite believe the insinuation you’re making.

“I only want to if you want to, Eddie.”

“Yeah, I do, I do.” he smiles with that wide excited smile you’ve come to love.

So you take him by the hand and lead him to his bedroom, and he follows in your footsteps like a lanky, but no less enthusiastic, shadow.

The still very boyishly charming decor of his room feels welcoming to you in a way that most people wouldn’t. The collection of various heavy metal posters, dark black-out curtains, and lingering scent of smokey cigarettes felt as welcoming as coming home to you.

You kiss him softly until you fall with him against his bed, his back on the sheets and you on top of him, your lips barely separating for even a second.

“I know you’re new to this, Eddie..” you start, “but I think even you know that you’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”

He raises one dark brow at you.

“I could say the same thing about you too sweetheart.” he says, cocky with the confident bravado you know him to have as an accomplished Dungeon Master.

“Touché Munson, you got me there.”

You strip yourself of your oversized shirt and shorts leaving yourself in nothing more than a plain black cotton bra and panties set, it’s nothing special, at least it’s not the type of lingerie that you might have liked to wear to make your boyfriend’s first time special and memorable, but with the way his big brown eyes rake over your exposed for the first time you get the sense that he really doesn’t seem to mind at all

In the time you’ve stripped yourself of your clothes Eddie has taken off his t-shirt, letting you see the scrawling ink that decorates his pale skin, fantasy dragons, and gothic creatures of the night that would make him look intimidating, if not for you knowing him as the goofy nerd that he’s always been.

His fingers begin to dig into the waistband of his sweatpants before your hand reaches out to stop him.

“Wait, let me, please..” you ask softly, your hands travelling up his thighs slowly, taking note of how the growing bulge begins to press up underneath the material. 

He gives you a nod and so you drag his sweatpants down, leaving him in just a pair of now tightly fitting boxers. The bulge of his cock, despite being shrouded in the close cover of his boxers, left very little to the imagination, but you weren’t undeterred as you lean yourself between his thighs, butterflying soft kisses to the inside of his thigh, steadily working up up up until your practically almost nosing against his bulge.

“Do you want me to make you feel good Eddie?” you ask him, oh so fucking sweetly and Eddie can barely contain himself from screaming out the most enthusiastic ‘fucking yes!’ of his life.

“Please sweetheart, I want it.. I want you to make me feel good, please..” he almost whines his words but those words turn into actual full-blown whines when your lips make contact with his cock. Kissing him through his boxers, mouthing over his stiff length, almost making out with his cock just to tease him.

And when he sees you giggle slightly at his cost he absolutely knows that you’re teasing him just to keep him on his toes. 

The strawberry flush on his pale skin warmly cascades from his cheeks and down his chest in such an adorable way, and so you find it in your heart to take it easy on your teasing and take his boxers off.

When his cock springs up against his stomach you realise what your boyfriend has been hiding away all this time. Not particularly thick, but what he lacks in girth he more than makes up for in inches. One prominent vein that runs up the length of his cock, all the way up to his pink tip, which is already beginning to drip with sticky pearls of precum as it rests heavy against his tummy.

“Wow, Eddie..you’re really big..” you gasp softly, unable to stop the thoughts in your mind unfiltering out of your mouth

“Uh..thanks..I think?” he blushes. “I just always thought I was average, never really had much to compare to y’know?”

And you’re nothing if not game for a challenge, so you slowly start kissing up his thigh again, letting him get used to the way your kisses feel on his skin, so soft, sweet and intimate and then you let your tongue trace the vein in his cock, feeling how it pulses under the attention. 

“Hah..uhh..sweetheart..” your ears are treated to the delightfully delicious almost gasping whines that fall from your boyfriend’s parted pink lips.

 And then, suddenly, as if all the air in Eddie's body decided to just up and leave him, he's breathless as you wrap your fist around his cock and begin dedicated and steady strokes as you work as much of him into your mouth as you can. It’s a struggle, that much you anticipated when your hand firmly stroked him from base to tip, but you breathe through your nose and let your lips stretch around him as you swallow down as many of his inches as you can. You keep your movements slick and deliberate, glossing his cock up with the glide of your spit slick fist.

You bring your mouth down on to his cock, letting each throbbing inch of him fill your mouth. 

His hips buck upwards on instinct, wanting nothing more than to feel your warm mouth hugging around his length, but you reach your hand out to gently urge his hips back down to the mattress.

“Down Teddy, don’t get greedy now.” you smile sweetly before returning your mouth to his cock.

“S-sorry” he stutters, with that pink flush dancing on his pale skin. “Your mouth just feels so good.”

“I want you to be good for me, okay Teddy?” you ask of him. “I want you to tell me when you’re close, can you do that for me?”

He nods, wordlessly answering your question.

“I need your words, Eddie”

“I can be good..I promise..” he breathes “I-I wanna be your good boy..” 

“That’s what I like to hear, Teddy..”

You swallow him down as much of his length as you can, working the remaining inches with a firm and steady stroking fist. His tip bumps against your lips with a sticky kiss as he fills your mouth. It’s slick, glossy and smooth as his cock glides down your tongue and down your throat inch by inch. Above you Eddie’s hands are fisted in his own hair as if risking putting them anywhere near you would shatter this perfect illusion and he would wake from what is surely the best dream he’s ever had in his whole goddamn life.

Eddie can’t help but think that he must have done something fucking saintly in a past life to deserve the divine pleasure of having you between his spread thighs, but he’s not about to question it, not when you look every inch like the picture of sin and sensuality.

With your devilishly teasing tongue and dedicated touch he feels the wave of his impending orgasm sparkling in the pit of his stomach.

“I-I’m close..sweetheart please..I’m close.” Eddie breathes out, sounding on the brink of pleasure but knowing he made a promise to you to be good.

“Good boy Teddy..I don’t want you to cum just yet..I can’t have you spilling down my throat, not when I haven’t even gotten you inside me.”

His blush deepens to scandalously scarlet at your words, and maybe you’re crazy, there’s something endearing to see Eddie Munson, fearsome dungeon master and proud outsider, reduced to a stuttering, pleading, eager mess.

You pop the clasp of your bra and slip your panties down and Eddie’s big brown eyes practically turn into cartoon hearts at the sight of you naked before him, and it does wonders for your confidence to see how much he wants you. Crawling your way back up his body you can’t resist the urge to kiss his lips again, so you do, and you revel in the way he moans into the kiss, feeling bold enough to weave his fingers into your hair and tug you impossibly closer to him.

And as eagerly as he kisses you, he pulls away for a brief moment, a question burning on his lips.

“Wait, but shouldn’t I return the favour? I should go down on you now right? I mean it’s only fair, I know I’m a virgin, but I’m not an idiot, I could do something…”

“Shhh, Eddie, it’s okay.” you silence his worries. “We can do that another day, I promise, but this isn’t about me right now, this is about you, and I just want to make tonight special for you.” you finish by pressing a soft kiss to his pink lips, and he seems to take that for an answer, nodding slowly as he loses himself in the soft press of your lips on his.

Pulling away from the kiss you share a moment of quiet tenderness. A moment where you both feel like you are the only two people in the world. A moment where it’s just you, and Eddie and nothing else matters.

“How are you feeling Teddy?” you ask, checking in with him to make sure he’s still with you. “Do you still want this?”

“Sweetheart I’m as hard as I’ve ever been in my fucking life and I’ve got the girl of my dreams in my lap actively wanting to take my virginity, yeah I still want this. I want you, I’ll always want you.”

You kiss him with a kiss that lets him know he's safe in putting his trust in your hands. Safe in the warm glow of your affections.

You reach behind you until you feel the pulse of his cock in your hand, lining his slick tip with your entrance.

“Wait..wait..don’t we need..I don’t know, like protection or something? Shouldn’t we use condoms?” he stutters.

“We don’t have to worry about that right now, it’s your first time, I know I’m clean and on birth control, and I just think that you should get to feel everything, just me and you.” you tell him. “Besides, if you’re truly worried about anything, we can make sure you pull out in time, I promise.”

He nods and you take that as him to be seemingly put at ease by your words, and so you resume your movements, feeling the intruding prod of his tip kissing your entrance. 

Bracing your hands on his chest, you sink down on every inch of him so slowly letting him feel every little ripple and ridge of your awaiting pussy, and as you do you're rewarded with Eddie letting out the most unabashed moans you think you've ever heard from him. 

Once you’re fully seated with him buried snuggly inside you you chance one more reassuring kiss to his parted pink lips, gently and playfully tugging his lips between your teeth as you pull away from him.

You start to swivel your hips in a slow rotation, giving him the chance to become accustomed to the feeling of your walls hugging his cock. His skin is flushed, an adorably warm shade of strawberry pink rising to his cheeks and skating down his chest, his dark and menacing tattoos suddenly looking so intimidating anymore when they’re surrounded by a halo of blush pink.

You feel the wandering touch of his hands make their way to your hips, his fingertips tentatively pressing into the soft flesh, almost as if he’s unsure that he’s allowed to do that.

“It’s okay, Eddie, baby.” you nod. “I want you to touch me.”

And soon enough his curious touches become more confident as you settle into your rhythm, rising and falling your hips with him filling you repeatedly with every one of your movements. His hips start thrusting upwards to meet your downwards grind, a perfect tandem of euphoric pleasure.

“Fucking…god…sweetheart..you’re so fucking perfect…so fucking perfect for me…” he moans, shamlessly running his mouth, surrendering himself to how you were making him feel.

“You’re so good for me Eddie..you feel so good, so big..” you moan with him, your lips curling into a salacious smile. “Swear I can feel you right here.” you gasp, taking hold of one of his hands and placing it against your lower stomach, urging him to press gently against you just enough to feel where he can feel the faint bulge of himself inside you.

And it’s that very image that nearly does him in, his head almost thunking back against the pillows.

“That’s all you, Teddy.” you smile, continuing your sinful movements. 

“Sweetheart..please..” he whimpers, his deep chocolate brown eyes wet with glassy tears bubbling in his lashes, the desperate urgency to come is clear on his face.  “I’m close.. fuck..I don’t know how much longer I can last…”

“I want you to hold out for me just a little more, I know you can do it for me baby, I’m close too, we can come together..”

You watch as his eyes clench shut, mustering every last little bit of willpower to stave off his orgasm, waiting for you to reach your high.

You rock your hips over him a few more times, each time letting him fill and stretch you until your body shudders with the electric spark of your orgasm.  

“Baby..Sweetheart..Please…I’m so fucking close…Please..” 

You rise up on still shuddering thighs, letting his eager and pulsing cock slip from your cunt before twisting around enough to wrap your hand around his thick length and stroke him in quick pulls, twisting your fist on a squeezing upstroke as you catch his sensitive and dripping tip. It didn’t take more than a few more concentrated pulls from your dedicated touch before Eddie’s balls drew up tightly and he was spilling streaming ropes of white over your hand, painting his release over the spread of your ass.

You allow yourself to flop forwards, falling against him with your chest pressed safely to his. There would be time for clean-up after, but for right now the both of you were just indulging in this small, but quiet and safe space. The steady rise and fall of his chest rendering your heart-beat to match in time with his as you just hold each other.

It’s Eddie’s rasp-tinged voice that first breaks the silence

“You’re a devil raised up from hell sent here to tease me, I swear. A sexual she-devil” 

A breath of a laugh shakes your body, even now, Eddie was still endlessly nerdy and oh so adorable.

“Popped your cherry though, didn’t I, big boy?”

And if it were even possible, he seems to blush even more at your words, ducking his head down to hide behind his messy dark curls.

“I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to pop it but you, sweetheart.”

The phone on your nightstand rang loudly, interrupting the playful argument you and Eddie were having about whether or not it was a betrayal to like both Megadeth and Metallica.

You were pretty sure you were losing the argument, so you jumped at the chance to snatch the phone off the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hey Gareth! Yeah, I have a second to talk, what's up?."

Eddie rolled his eyes and let out a soft huff.

You and Gareth, who had been Eddie's best friend, band mate, and a member of hellfire club for years, had been paired up with a project in chemistry a few weeks before.

Luckily, Chemistry wasn't a requirement for graduation in the state of Indiana, so when Eddie failed it the first time, he didn't bother re-taking it. He hadn't regretted the decision until he saw the two of you alone together for the first time.

He'd dropped into the library to see if you needed a ride home since he knew the two of you were working on the written portion of the assignment, and had caught the way Gareth was staring at you like a lovesick fool, nodding at everything you said.

He didn't think too much of it, until Gareth noticed him, and Eddie saw the flash of guilt in his eyes.

He wasn't worried that you were cheating on him with Gareth. He knew you would never do anything like that and besides, you were a terrible liar, He'd be able to see it on your face if you were hiding something.

Gareth was a little bit better at it, but Eddie knew him well enough to understand that his best friend was crushing on his girlfriend.

He didn't think that his friend would ever make a pass at you or anything of the sort, but it very quickly became apparent that he was really stretching this project out as long as he could. To the point where he was still making phone calls to ask questions, even after you'd pretty much finished the assignment.

"Tell him to fuck off." Eddie told you, coiling himself around your leg like a snake so he could rest his cheek on your thigh.

"Eddie don't be rude." You covered the receiver to look over at him with wide eyes "He's just asking about our project."

"Project my ass." He muttered under his breath.

He listened to you answer a question, explain it, re-explain it, and then watched your brows pull together slightly.

"I don't think I did well enough in english last semester to help anyone with their essays,"

Eddie's ears perked up.

"Yeah, I'm okay at math, what kind of problem is it you need help with?"

That little shit.

Gareth was trying to keep you on the phone so he could talk to you for longer.

And you.

His sweet, beautiful, well meaning girlfriend, had no idea what was happening.

Did he blame Gareth for having a crush on you?

No. How could he?

You were stunning, liked metal and surprisingly tolerant of all the dorky D&D talk.

You were perfect.

However, you were off limits.

Very clearly so.

Gareth would never pull anything like this in front of Eddie. He must've thought you were alone.

Eddie trailed his fingers along the inside of your thigh, pouting, until he realized he could just distract you into hanging up or, even better, leave Gareth on the other end of the line to listen while he gets you all hot and bothered.

His fingertips crept higher and higher until they were grazing the hem of your shorts, mere inches away from your cunt.

You swatted his hand away, giving him a clear 'what the hell are you doing?' look, but he just batted his lashes at you innocently.

"Yeah, I took trig too." You nodded solemnly, side eyeing Eddie, who was already working his way back up your leg. "Brutal."

Your breath hitched when he hooked a finger inside them and snapped them against your sensitive skin harshly.

"Take these off." He muttered lowly, tugging at your shorts gently.

"One second, Gareth." You swallowed hard and clamped your hand over the phone. "Eddie, I'm on the phone!"

"Don't care," He grumbled, smirking softly when you lifted your hips off the bed to make it easier for him.

Eddie slid your sleep shorts down your legs, groaning at the sight of you completely bare aside from the tiny little tank top you had on.

"Don't let me interrupt, Sweetheart." He pressed his lips to your thigh, slotting him thumb into the crease of your hip. "I'll just keep myself busy down here."

You knew you should tell Gareth that you had to go and hang up the phone, but the thought of doing something so filthy and trying to sound normal was thrilling and had you clenching around nothing, which, of course, didn't go unnoticed by Eddie.

"Yeah, I'm still here." You sighed into the receiver, "Sorry, where were we?"

Eddie let out a pleased sound and started trailing sloppy kisses along your inner thighs, kneading the skin roughly while you struggled not to react.

"You're gonna need a protractor and a ruler." Your voice came out breathier than you'd intended, but Gareth didn't seem to notice. You could hear him rifling through his desk drawers on the other end of the phone.

Eddie kissed your clit unexpectedly. It was a soft, fleeting peck, but it drew a gasp.

"Are you okay?" Gareth's voice crackled through the phone.

"Y-yeah." You breathed "Just almost knocked something over, sorry.

Your boyfriend wasn't even listening to what you were saying, too focused on making you squirm and coaxing out more of those pretty little sounds you made just for him.

His tongue darted out and flicked over your bundle of nerves and you jolted so abruptly that you almost dropped the phone, bitting your bottom lip to keep yourself from making a sound.

"Read me the question again?" You urged, trying to focus when he spoke, but it was so hard with Eddie teasing you like that. You had half a mind to just grab him by the hair with your free hand and tug him closer. Silently begging him to let you have it.

Instead of suckling at your clit like he usually would, Eddie circled your hole with his finger, gathering slick to glide it through your folds, nudging your clit, then trailing lower, just barely pressing into your dripping hole.

Your back arched when he eased it inside you, holding your breath so it couldn't hitch, or come out in a whine.

Painfully slowly, Eddie pumped his finger into you, cheek still resting on your thigh as he watched your greedy hole devour it and beg for more, weeping around his soaked digit.

"Fuckin' soaked for me, aren't you baby?" he was careful to keep quiet, speaking so lowly that you could just barely hear him over your heavy breathing.

God, you loved watching him play with you like this, not even looking up at you, just entirely mesmerized by your pretty little pussy.

You were vaguely aware of Gareth's rambling in your ear as he tried to talk his way though the equation. It only really drew your attention back when he repeated your name twice, sounding confused.

"Huh?" You breathed, struggling not to moan as Eddie worked another finger into you "Sorry, yeah. That sounds right."

You had no idea whether or not it really was right considering you hadn't absorbed a word he'd said.

Eddie buried his face in between your legs with no warning and you couldn't suppress the gasp before it fell from your lips.

There was no way you'd be able to keep it together enough to stay on the phone. Not when he knew your body so well that he had you trembling in a matter of seconds.

"My cat just knocked my water all over my homework!" You covered flimsily "I've gotta go!"

You slammed the phone down on the hook and finally grabbed a handful of Eddie's hair like you'd been itching to for the last few minutes.

"Shit, Eds!" You cried out when his movements intensified now that he finally had you all to himself.

"That's it" He pulled back slightly to speak, drawing a whine, but was still pistoning his fingers into you at a bruising pace, curling and scissoring them inside of you roughly.

You were so wet that the air was filled with lewd sounds and your desperate pants.

"You close already, Princess?" He cooed, looking awfully pleased with himself. "Gonna cum all over my fingers?"

You nodded pathetically, mewling beneath him.

You rocked your hips into his hand, forcing his fingers deeper inside you. Eddie nipped at your inner thighs, and you couldn't help but yelp with each one.

After a few more love bites, his mouth latched back onto your clit, working in tandem with his fingers at a delicious pace.

"Eddie- Eddie, I-" You bucked against his mouth and Eddie let out the filthiest moan you'd ever heard.

It pitched you right over the edge.

You came undone with a loud cry and a he could feel your walls convulsing around his fingers.

"There you go." Eddie muttered into you, pressing his lips to every inch of your pussy before slithering up the mattress to slam his lips against yours. "That's a good girl."

While you were still coming down, Eddie sucked on your neck until there was a nice big, dark bruise that would very much be visible the next time you saw Gareth, even if you tried to cover it with makeup.

He knew you wouldn't though.

You liked being marked up just as much as he did.

"real smooth, blaming the cat you don't have." He rested his cheek on your chest, smirking.

"I panicked!" You defended, smacking his arm playfully "You're such a menace"

"You love it."

"Yeah," You sighed, shaking your head, but smiling dreamily "I do."

You didn't ask why Eddie had suddenly felt the need to interrupt your phone call, and he didn't offer up an explanation. But, at lunch the following day, he caught the way Gareth kept looking over at the hickey he'd left on your throat and smirked to himself, draping an arm over your shoulders to keep you close.

Quietly you agree as he turns the keys in the ignition and the old engine splutters weakly to life. The truck quickly backs out of the convenience store parking lot and you watch as Eddie Munson fades from your vision with an unspoken anticipation— his leather and denim clad figure shrinking with each passing second.

The brunette clocks the burgundy rust bucket of a truck reversing away— his curious eyes also settling on the pretty girl sitting meekly in the passenger seat. He recognised her even with her head downturned and a sour expression on her face. A growing and knowing grin tugs on the edges of his red bitten lips and Eddie was certain he just found his newest little interest.

You.

The towns ‘good-est girl’, the girl that mothers compared their own daughters to and the girl soon to be..

“Who is that?” Gareth interjects as he brings a beer up to his lips to take a large swig. His tone read recognition and slight confusion.

“That,” With absolute conviction Eddie extends his arm and points a silver adorned finger at the vehicle that was now barely within the groups view, “Is the future Mrs. Munson, boys. Whether she knows it or not….”

He meant every single word.

You would be his. One way or another.

-

Sunday afternoon is swarmed with brightness and warmth. The church choir met the resonate frequency of your soul, the sound drowning out the fatigue of the previous week. It nearly brought tears to your eyes every time you heard it. Those beautiful voices— singing like angels.

In sunshine or in thundering rain, the church spire reached up into that every stretching blue sky. It was as if it spoke love into your family— it was the only time you could see your father be truly at peace with himself. The rare occasion in which he would smile with sincerity.

Ever since your mother passed away when you were only 6 years old, the church has been your father’s guiding light. A love so solid that it provided him with stability and strength.

So, naturally, he made the church a part of your life too. Hoping that it too would make you strong.

And it did, it did make you strong.

But it also excluded you from many things one should experience in their teenage years.

You hadn’t many friends, party invitations always seemed to skip over you, never have you allowed yourself to drink alcohol or smoke a cigarette and you have never partook in any sort of sexual ‘deviancy’.

Including exploration of self.

It was fair to say that amongst your peers, you were an outcast— but you were an outcast that didn’t fit in with the other outsiders. You were martian.

Which made you all the more provocative and compelling to Eddie. He had to get to know you for his own sanity. Understand you. Pick you apart.

The encounters started in the height of Spring and they continued to relent into Summer where sundresses were all you could afford to wear thanks to the smothering heat and you dearly missed the feeling of your beloved rain pattering down to cover your skin.

It sent Eddie into a feral frenzy to see you in a skirt— especially the frilly pastel pink one that allowed the plush smooth skin of your thighs to peek out just slightly beneath the hem, the skin just merely out of reach from the tips of his longing fingers.

“Where ya off to, Sweet thing?” His van crept beside you as you trodded on the sidewalk at a speed that whispered predatorial, one of his arms propped up to rest on the open window which he spoke to you out of.

“I’m going home, Eddie…” Quiet. Too quiet. You knew it would rile him. You knew that walking home today was a mistake:

You never did quite learn to listen to your intuition.

“Can’t hear ya, Sweetheart. Speak up.” A snap of his jaw, his voice is honey laced with poison.

“I’m going home.” Abruptly your feet come to a staggering stop and Eddie’s brakes scream as they slow the vans momentum.

“Jesus H. Christ—“ His head jolts with the force of the vehicle  stalling and his once soft eyes now glare at you, realisation promptly igniting them with amusement, “Ohhh wait— what is it you folks say? Never speak the Lords name in vain?”

Your stomach plummets. Anxiety is a finger pressed to your lips as you prepare yourself for whatever he may say next.

Part of you foolishly thought that you were used to this by now. The teasing, the torment— the disrespect.

How naive and stupid you were.

“Do you pray on your knees?” The engine is killed and the silence only thickens. Eddie is like a gazelle on his feet as he swiftly bounds out of the van to approach you, “I bet you do— I bet…” He taps his fingertip on his lips in thought, “That you do more than just pray when you’re down there. Don’t cha’?” Fast fingers pinch at a strand of your hair, yanking it softly and despite the gentle nature of the assault the action still causes you to yelp in surprise.

“No, stop it!” Unsteady feet stumble backwards away from him and Eddie applauds your attempt at deflection and chuckles wholeheartedly in response.

“Oh— come on! Stop bein’ such a bore.” He beams, all teeth. Wolfish. Ravenous.

An unpredicted switch flips at the sight and your face begins to warm until your cheeks scorch to a newfound shade of pink flesh.

Something foreign within you stirs— awakens.

Serene at first, its grotesque arms and legs gently sprawl out wide as it searches for comfort during its rapid occupancy of your sternum cavity. Its dark eyes shoot open with a deeply rooted and demanding hunger and it begins to shriek— that shriek lengthening into a roar until…

“Where’d ya go, sugar? Gone all loopy on me.” Sharp features appear heightened with his gaze set upon you and still he is adorned by that animalistic mask.

“I just wanna go home, please.” A pathetic beg.

A plea, not only toward Eddie, but toward the growing darkness forming within you. You begged your mind to stop, to leave the lewd thoughts buried. Let them die where they stood. However, the more you begged the more they intensified.

Doubled. Quadrupled.

Because when you ask your brain to not think about something, guess what happens?

You do.

It’s inescapable. The sin. The shame.

It’s the dull knife that twists and rips at your chest.

“I have to go, Eddie—“ Then it’s the raging voice of the one person you had hoped to avoid until dinner time.

Your father.

“Hey, you!!” His distain is directly fired at Eddie, “Get away from my daughter now!” Your father may have played football in high school but his physical fitness was now somewhere between couch potato and pensioner as he jogged his way toward the pair of you.

Instead of shrinking in fear at the sight of your father Eddie simply grins, entertained at the sight. Fierce eyes meet yours briefly before he retreats to the safety of his van and screeches off, barrelling down the street at a speed that was definitely illegal.

By the time your father reaches you he is slightly panting, out of breath, “You alright?” He keels over, his hands resting on top of his jean covered knees as he fights to catch his staggering breath, “Told you to stay away from him, didn’t I?”

“I’m fine, Dad…”

As fine as you were, something didn’t make sense…

“Why are you here? Where were you going?” You should’ve know better than to question your own father but it was suspicious— he was in the right place at the right time?

Unlikely.

“You’re usually home by now so I went out lookin’ — Do I have to worry about this Munson fella? Because I will go speak to his Uncle if need be.” A nuclear threat.

“No! No— it’s alright. He just needed directions s’all.” You were getting good at this whole lying ordeal. Becoming a real pro.

“Well, alright then,” He straightens his posture, rebuilding his spine vertebrae by vertebrae, “You hungry?” His meaty hands land on his hips and you smile softly at the action, forgetting for a moment why you would ever have to hide anything from him.

“Yeah,” Fingers curl tensely around the worn leather strap of your book bag and you shrug one shoulder nervously, “I could eat.”

-

Church bells sing, lulling the crowding sheep into a joyful trance, enticing all to enter the blessed space of mass one after the other in a respectfully calm manner.

No rush. No pushing. No fear.

Just hope.

Hope for brighter days, hope for a laughter filled future, hope for a restful nights sleep—

Something collectively shared as tired bums settled comfortably onto polished, but openly loved, wooden benches.

As the clock hands settled on 8:00am and the chiming bells softly began to fade the sound took your fatigue with it. A newfound energy warming you for the inside out.

“Let us commence,” your lowered eyes find the old maroon carpet that had been badly trodden over the last few years, evident that no amount of carpet shampoo nor conditioner could save the artefact

Today’s service marked the annual bake sale. Something widely enjoyed by the community and issued by the church to try and help raise funds for the restoration and preservation of the deteriorating church building foundations. There was gentle music and song played by generous volunteers, books and pastries all on display up for grabs and of course you would be donating— anything to secure yourself a tasty delight and the comfort of a new book.

“I’ll have the one with the strawberry on top, please!” You beam at the elderly lady, Gladice, behind the stall and she gleams back at you, pushing her rectangular purple glasses up the bridge of her nose before packaging your small order, “How much do I owe?”

“80¢ please, dear—“

“I got it,” An outstretched leather arm engulfs your vision as it hands a 5$ bill to Gladice who seems to take it with no suspicion or second thought whatsoever, “Throw in a coupla’ brownies as well, please. Keep the change.”

The ears attached to your head hear the grin on his face before you see it.

Time seems to slow as you pivot your face toward him, eyes in disbelief as his face comes into view— mere inches away from your own.

“Hi,” Chirpy, as always, “Lovely day, isn’t it?”

And it was. Until now.

“Why are you here—“

“Here you go, Petal. Enjoy. I baked them all myself!” Gladice holds out a floral patterned paper bag which secured all of your goods inside. You smile at her politely but absentmindedly and take them from her grasp whilst also trying your best to scoot away from Eddie who seemed to be looming over you like something from a Nightmare on Elm Street.

“To answer your question, which is pretty fucking rude by the way, I’m here to show my support— obviously!” Long fingers find comfort around Eddie’s bicep as he drapes his arms across his body, “You’ve clearly forgotten that I, too, am a resident of this community. Freak or not.”

Widened eyes stare at him. Half horror and half disassociation.

“You never come to church. Never—“

“First time for everything.” A casual shrug that enrages you.

“My dad could’ve been here…” Quiet and clipped.

“But he isn’t,” Devilish eyes shimmer, “Not here to save his precious little girl this time”

His shifting personality made your head spin. It was almost intoxicating.

In your mind, people were staring from every corner of the room with darting eyes and snarled whispers. FBI agents who will undoubtedly be reporting every word and movement back to your dad who happened to be laid up at home with some sort of sickness.

“I don’t need him to ‘save’ me. I just want you to leave me alone.”

Oh, if only it were that simple.

Eddie could never just leave you alone— how could he? Someone else might come along and snatch you up. He had to ensure that his spot was secure in your life. As unpleasant as it was in the present moment he knew that you would grow to love it.

Build a tolerance.

Consume him until he is palatable.

Let him in…

He just had to break you in first—

“Sorry, Bun. Not gonna happen. I kinda like it here.” He wasn’t necessarily lying, but total truth be told, Eddie found churches the pinnacle of creepy! Everything about it weirded him out. The smell of damp festering deep within the walls, like the church was a decaying corpse, the drinking of watered down and nasty wine, the way each person seemed totally zombified whenever the priest started preaching— and don’t get him started on the vampiric cult vibes radiating from each press of the organ keys.

It was funny because despite all of this irrational fear, Eddie was still the one accused of Satanism and Devil worship.

“Well…” Shoulders heave with a sigh, “Can I at least eat my pastry in peace?” You look at him sweetly with blown and bright eyes.

Acceptance. Just what he wanted.

“Sure, Sweetheart— but only if I get to watch you lick the cream off.” Total fucking filth heats your face and your scoff in response is complete disgust, rolling your eyes in a quaking attempt to ignore the gnaw in your lower abdomen.

“You are revolting!” Shaking hands pumped full of adrenaline discard of the sweet goods on a nearby table, “Now I don’t even want it.” Truly, you were utterly devastated.

In challenge, Eddie picks up the paper bag, pinching it with his fingers and examining it before his abysmal eyes flicker to you, “Ya sure?” A growing grin stretches his face almost unnaturally, a knowing smile that read, ‘big fucking mistake’.

You huff and nod, refusing to feed his wicked thoughts any longer.

“Suit yourself, Princess.” Steady fingers plunge into the paper bag, taking out the one thing you had been looking forward to all damn day. A cream and strawberry tart with the freshest berry you’ve ever seen adorning the top- crystallised in a sugar glaze just ever so slightly.

“Last chance…” His tone goes from playful and flamboyant to serious within a blink of an eye.

“Yes. Just have it, you paid for it.” Your crossed arms tighten around your frame.

All Eddie could think about was how much of a little brat you were being. Rude to him from the moment he arrives, turning your nose up at the kindness he showed you when he bought you a pastry and now here you are refusing it all because of a lil’ bit of banter.

He ought to teach you a lesson or two.

One of them being how to sit on your ass properly when it’s stinging and red fucking raw from a spanking.

His teeth grit as he bites back the cruel words that he wants to say and opts for something a lot more amusing instead— something sure to leave you and the rest of the church attendees mortified.

The delicate pads of Eddie’s fingers stroke along the skin of the decorative strawberry, enticing it to speak, but it never will. Fleshy tips skim across the surface of the whipped cream before submerging themselves fully into the dessert and bringing the sugary goodness to his lips.

“Oh baby—“ An exaggerated moan.

Everything about the way he was devouring the pastry should’ve felt wrong. But it didn’t.

Your heart beat out of your ears, thundering anxiously within your chest and you found yourself frozen like a fawn in headlights. His half lidded eyes had you so easily pinned to the spot and where it should have vexed you it only excited you further— especially when Eddie’s tongue decided to join the party.

It was barbaric.

The thirst you felt was instinctive. Primal. A need that only Eddie could satiate. You could lap him up, drink gallons of him, consume him until you were bursting at the seams and yet—

You would still crave more. The hunger would remain.

The greed sickened you, but you couldn’t look away. Vision tunnelled to only focus on Eddie and the way his pointed tongue was pressed hot and flush against the beloved tart…

And it wasn’t just your attention that was dominated by him— other members were bewitched by his actions from near and from afar.

Just as intended.

Horror, disgust, curiosity, morbidity, arousal.

These emotions were evident on the varying faces around the room— they also just happened to be a slim pick of the many, many things you were presently experiencing.

A tightness wound like a spring at the pit of your stomach. A despicable and sloppy sultry need— one that should be shunned and banished to the darkest depths of your being. It’s strength was monstrous and extreme and the way your breathing staggered and laboured had you rocked to your core.

A newfound dampness grew along the clinging panel of your panties and you could feel the curvature of your growing plumpness. Your heat swelling and utterly confused.

It was urgent— the vicious hankering that plucked at your nerves. The images your mind began to conjure up from an otherwise normal activity left you breathless and stunned.

You wanted— you needed Eddie’s thick and sopping tongue against you. Every ounce of you craved to have the strong muscle flexed inside your already dripping hole.

He was the one to ruin you.

And you would let him.

“Never tasted something so sweet…” Blackened eyes settle on your flushed face, flickering to your reddening neck which sets a smile on Eddie’s face, “Well, there may be something sweeter than this. Just not had the chance to taste her yet.”

A quick wink is all it took for you to early crumble at the knees.

You have never despised something more.

It hits you all too quickly, the realisation of where you are and who you are with. The head upon your shoulders tosses from left to right and your worried eyes briefly skim over the faces of your surroundings.

Deep down you knew that they weren’t any better than you. That their expressions, too, shared layers of lustful desire and sin.

And yet, you were chewed up on the inside. Your shame festering into something wicked and unholy.

It proved to be all too much, and in a feeble attempt to save yourself from the inevitable fall from grace, you take off to the bathroom like a fearful animal. As fast as your wobbly legs could carry you.

Hoping for sanctuary.

Praying for forgiveness.

-

The dinner table was oddly silent the following night. Like usual.

However, within the quiet, there was a undoubted shift. Something had tilted your perfect stage but you were the only one who knew about it— your performance never ending.

Mouth full after relentless mouth full.

Meat. Peas. Carrots. Peas. Carrots. Meat.

It exhausted you to chew.

“You look tired,” Your father’s heavy eyes don’t leave his plate, in fact, they are almost shielded by his thick and untamed eyebrows, “How is school?”

His attempt at unwanted small talk.

“School is good,” you lay down your fork, signalling you are now officially finished with your meal, “How.. uh.. how was work today?”

Evidently, you weren’t very good at this. Talking to him.

He never truly knew how to raise a daughter on his own. When you were born your mom and dad moved away from your grandparents and the only family you had, something about them not approving of your parents’ shotgun wedding arrangements, so your father never had much help from anyone. And you didn’t really have a female figure to look up to that wasn’t someone on the television or printed in magazines.

Thankfully, despite this, you managed to keep control of your personal style. You loved girly frills and lace, dresses and skirts. Even in the Winter, you loved it.

Pop music and jewellery, makeup and hairspray. None of it had to be sacrificed.

Your father never batted an eyelid, always assumed that girls will be girls, especially if they are becoming young adults.

So, he left you to it.

He trusted you.

“That’s what I wanna talk to you about,” Finally, fatigued and sunken eyes meet your face as he takes a sip from his glass, “I have to leave town for a bit. Maybe a few days, maybe a week. Think you’ll be okay here on your own? I can ask the Wheelers down the street to check in on ya every so—”

“No, Dad, I’ll be okay.” Reassurance with a smile.

He ponders for a moment before his stiff muscles relax back into the dining chair, “Alright then. I’ll leave you plenty of pizza money—” He chuckles lightly before he adds suddenly rigid, “—Remember to be at Church on Sunday, bright as a bird in May. I need you to hand in some donations for The Salvation Army. Let them know it’s from me.”

He always seemed to tense up at the thought of missing Church or leaving the community. If it were up to him, his job would be at the Church. He would sleep on the grim Church floor if it meant he never had to leave.

You hum a soft ‘mhmm’ and nod.

“Oh—“ He stands up, his callused hands slowly beginning to clear the small dinner table, “And mind that Munson boy,” He says his name with such bitterness, “Stay away from him, I mean it. He ain’t nothing but curly hair and trouble. Someone ought to speak to his Uncle about all the meddling he’s been doing on holy grounds.”

Your breath catches in the base of your throat and you swear that your heart momentarily stops beating.

Someone had spoke to him about the events of yesterday. Someone had snitched.

Though, luckily for you, none of his displeasure was directed at you. And as your bulging eyes settle on the back of your father head it seems that you may have just gotten off the hook. Although you hadn’t done anything wrong, a huge part of you still felt otherwise guilty for Eddie’s behaviour. He was trying to rattle you and in the process he managed to… upset… others.

You, too, leave the table. Saying goodnight with another smile and retreating to your darling bedroom.

Light fell at the end of the day, washing vibrant green to their softest of hues and uplifting purples to their most vivid. Even the clouds that had been a creamy white only an hour before were now an enchanting shade of deep rose. With the gold of dawn and midday banished to tomorrow, all that was left was for the sky to be painted a thick layer of tar black and whisper the return of the moon.

The darkness is welcomed as your mechanical fingers switch on one of your two bedside table lamps. The warm bulb is quick to warm your room and you smile at the beaded and pale pink inanimate object. Rejoicing in the memories of all the years you have owned it. That lamp has seen you weep, snore, laugh and long. Other people had teddy bears from childhood but you?

You had your lamps.

Slipping into the waiting coolness of your bedsheets you are overcome with bliss. For no particular reason, today had been gruelling. It felt busier than it usually was and at times you were left with whiplash, trying to keep up with your own mind which seemed to be close to combustion.

You roll from left to right, the bodily movement punctuated with a airy sigh as you reach for a sip of water. Propped up on one elbow whilst the other arm was occupied with the simple task of gulping down some fluids. Even in that moment it still seemed like too much effort— more than what it was worth.

Remaining upright your eyes creep to the window, surveying the small crack which parted the curtains just ever so slightly. Childishly, your mind wanders to a place filled with monsters and ghouls— horrifying beings that waited for you and lurked in the dark.

Your rational mind knew that there was nothing there, but you still swiftly switched off the lamp and scampered beneath the duvet cover with a quiet girlish giggle. Pulling the thick blanket up to your chin where it would remain for the foreseeable future.

Fists knock and misshape the pillows beneath your head harshly until out of frustration you decide to discard of one entirely and instead clutch it to your chest in a tight hug.

“Ahh— better.”

The slow swirl of the shadowed ceiling and the plush embrace of the mattress beneath your weary bones is happily familiar. The scent of recently washed sheets and the buzzing silence elicits a comforting sigh from your throat.

Eyelashes drift down, then reopen, then back down again. A state of perfect half-sleep.

The weight of the pillow pressed so close to you feels nice— like a person held to your breast.

Your grip on the pillow tightens, the soft insides conforming to every curve of your silhouette in the best way.

You shift to lay on your stomach, the pillow separating you from the mattress below. And in an unexpected, but welcomed surprise, you feel the firm corner of the pillow pressed perfectly between your thighs.

A faint tingle finds your lower abdomen and a slight tremor sneaks up on your thighs. It’s strangely comforting. Familiar, even though you haven’t fully felt this sensation before. You allow it to linger there, undisturbed for a while as your mind and body agreeably adapt to it.

Trying to doze off with your hands wedged beneath your pillow proves difficult when the stubborn heat between your legs refuses to disperse. Five minutes turns to ten and with each passing second your thighs grip and squeeze the pillow tighter, greedier.

A small gasp and a throb from within when your clit is rocked just right against the hardened edge.

“I shouldn’t…” You knew that much, but sometimes the heart— or the body— wants what it wants.

Without a wasted second you begin to push your cunt down into the pillow, swirling your hips and biting your lip. Drool dampens your bedsheets and you chew on them as you writhe around beneath the warm duvet. A steady rhythm builds, your lower back arching and compressing with each greedy curl of your hips. Messily your knees knock and knead at the mattress springs below and without warning your foggy brain recalls Eddie’s tongue.

Usually you would fight away the thoughts, but it wasn’t your brain doing the thinking anymore.

With each aggressive hump of your pussy you picture yourself grinding down on Eddie’s mouth. His plump lips ravishing you from below.

You swallow back a whimper, your eyes screwing shut and your eyebrows narrowing as the sound of erotic slick fills your empty bedroom. The noise is intoxicating and you allow yourself a soft and muffled moan into your pillow, “Agh…”

Soaking wet panties drag sloppily against the now ruined pillowcase, your muscles lock into place with the pleasure and your cunt has a mind of its own. Forcefully fucking itself against the bed, your slit over flowing through the cotton of your panties and saturating the fabric below.

The tip of Eddie’s nose prodding at your clit just enough to tease you as his tongue lapped at your dripping folds. His gorgeous brown eyes blown with lust looking up at you hungrily as he devours your aching pussy.

“Oh, Eddie…” A hot breath and a shaky mewl against the bed, desperate not to be heard.

A sudden rush of warmth grows between your quivering thighs and you push harder, groaning as hot rivulets of lust course through you. Butterflies tickle your lower stomach and a pressure dominates your senses. A hand clamps over your mouth to hush your scream and differing series’s of jolts electrocute your abdomen, your pulsing pussy staggering against the mess of your panties.

All in a swift second you feel the stress of the day wash from your chest, down to your legs and leave out of the covers. Vanishing.

There comes a steady hum of silence, punctuated by your own ragged breath as you collapse into the mattress. Tiredness claiming your mind, not allowing you to dwell too much on the name you just whimpered aloud.

-

Summer shivered beneath a storm. Rain blossomed from the ether, kissing the lips of the dusty and drought ridden concrete. The streets were no longer bathed with sunlight and now had to content itself with mean and howling winds. With a positive outlook you could’ve smiled at the heavenly split in the sky, welcoming home the pounding rain— but goosebumps don’t lie and you didn’t even armour yourself with a coat. Bare arms and bare legs.

Thunder clapped the clouds and deafened flocking birds. Every bright colour was washed dim and you caught sight of your own reflection in the grocery store glass. Every customers smile fell flat whilst you gaped at the weather thrashing outside. It was beautiful, but in a deathly way— as nature always is.

It wasn’t supposed to have arrived yet, the storm, but it was here. That’s all it took for shutters to close. Doors met their catch with bolt and chain, too and people retreated to the comforts of their homes. One cannot simply ask the sky to recheck the calendar because one wants to barbecue. It doesn’t care. It doesn’t know.

So, after grabbing everything you need, you take cover beneath a nearby hanging tree.

What else was there for you to do?

Your dad was long gone and you had no one else to rely on for a car ride home.

You had to brave the torrential rain.

Shivering.

“It’ll pass…” You tell yourself in half hope and half surrender.

It would pass— the problem you faced was: when?

How long could you endure the wind cutting at your glacial and rain soaked skin before you catch a summer fever?

Probably not very long.

Your flesh had been whipped raw and you feared the consequences of ammonia. Flat hair sticks heavily to your forehead as your soggy sneakers charge into the brunt of the storm. Skin is streaked with bruising droplets and you laugh as you bring your forearm up to try and shield your face.

It was a pointless manoeuvre but with rain so thick you could hardly see through your fallen eyelashes.

There is something about a rain covered path that is so inviting to playful feet. Each new step is rewarded with a tiny splash and puddles yearn for you to jump in them— you don’t, but you wish you could’ve.

You trudge along, determined to make it home without your clothes being blown off of you. The closest supermarket to your house was 15 minutes on foot so you knew you still had quite the challenge ahead of you.

The thin and lightweight material of your dress had been soaked all the way through and now clung to every inch of your skin underneath, accentuating the soft curve of your hips and stomach and the fullness of your chest.

This outfit seemed like a perfect idea this morning and now? Not so much…

The once grey road was now a fine black line of ink against natures greenery. Jagged brush spilled out from across the tarmac road and it was only now you realised how empty the streets had became. Not a person in sight. Not an engine to be heard.

What was recently a joyous walk had now transpired into something sinister as the thickened and plagued clouds tormented the sky above in huge twists and swirls. You were alone on this path and were suddenly struck with a low level of panic.

You had to get home.

Out of the gloom up ahead, like a beacon of hope, was two headlights that shone blindingly bright. However, upon closer inspection you realised they belonged to a vehicle whose owner was the last person you wanted to see at present.

So much so that you deeply considered nose diving into a nearby thorn bush just to avoid confrontation.

Out of mere habit your legs eventually still and Eddie’s van rolls to a gentle stop. He nearly didn’t recognise you with how drenched you are.

“What are you doing?” He could laugh at the sight of you, but watching you tremble and brace yourself on unsteady legs alerted him that this wasn’t the right time, “Need a ride home?” He had to strain his voice to be heard over the rain.

Dumbfounded you gawk at him, his blurred appearance felt dreamlike and angelic. Looking at him now gave you bags upon bags of mixed feelings.

Yes, you needed a ride home, but after what you did the other night it felt totally perverted and wrong to climb into a van with him. Here he was, in the flesh, how would you cope in such a confined space?

What would you even talk about? What would you say?

Too much to weigh and comprehend in such a little amount of time.

“Helloooo? Have you turned into a popsicle?” His eyebrows furrow with both confusion and mild concern at your lack of verbal and bodily response. You were as stiff as a board, “You’re gonna get sick.”

If you weren’t so caught up in your emotional turmoil you may have actually chuckled at his fatherly scolding tone.

He makes a sound that mimics the frequency of a walkie talkie and he speaks into a closed fist, “Don’t make me escort you into the vehicle.”

“I’m not too far now, I can just walk it—“

Eddie throws his head back at your stubbornness and let’s out a bellowing groan, one that makes your nervous stomach do a somersault.

In one swift motion and without a second thought Eddie unclips his seatbelt and prances over toward you. Promptly, he shrugs his heavyweight battle jacket from his shoulders and arms and hooks it over you. The warmth of his body heat feels like gentle kisses ghosted along your goosebump covered skin.

You remain there for a long moment, second guessing reality as your eyes take in the bare skin of Eddie’s now exposed arms. Thoughtfully placed charcoal ink blinks back at you. Engulfing you as your vision flickers from one tattoo to the next. You couldn’t help but wonder the story behind each one— Did he choose them himself? When did he first get one? How badly did it hurt?

Questions that had to remain unanswered for now. Growing more and more thunderous by the second you couldn’t help but grin at the sight of Eddie’s hair now drizzled with cobwebs of water droplets.

It was Eddie’s turn to get near drowned by the rain.

“Jesus H. Christ, just get in the van.” You pause for a moment, your eyes scanning the road for oncoming cars from left to right before you eventually decide to cross over with him, circling around the bonnet of the van and finally deciding to clamber inside— your legs were chilled to the bone and numb to the touch.

Slippery hands quickly palm at the excess water on your face, pawing as much of it away as you possibly could. Your arrival into the passenger seat is welcomed with warm condensation steaming up on the front windscreen, the fog slowly fading as the minutes passed.

“You okay?” His tone is prying but soft. Eddie is speedy to take to the road, swerving the van in a violent U-turn, but not before checking to see if you are buckled in first, “Warm enough in here?”

It’s dizzying to watch his silver adorned fingers toy and twist frantically at the ventilation dials. He always seemed to be bouncing off of the walls with energy.

“M’ okay, Eddie. Thank you.”

You couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t bare the thought of him seeing through you— of him seeing into who you are and what you’ve done. Even now, with guilt caving in your chest, your mind was still fizzing away with erotic scenarios.

His swole biceps and the dark grey band t-shirt cuff clinging around the plump skin. The same t-shirt ever so slightly cropped, just enough for you to have caught glance of his happy trail of hair skipping down toward his—

Rue. Wretched rue.

In your peripheral you could see his fluffy bangs bouncing with every glance at you he decided to steal. He was trying to work you out, but he couldn’t. Not really.

Not yet.

“Hey, so uh, where am I going, exactly?” You knew he was beaming, you could hear it in the small laugh he offered you. He partly laughed to ease the growing tension but also because he was driving off without a destination. He didn’t want you to freak out and think he was trying to kidnap you.

The way your face warmed was nothing but dishonourable. How could you be so easily flustered?

And were you really about to give this man your home address?

“It’s uhm… it’s just a couple minutes up this road and then to the right.” Eyes are trained on the barely visible road ahead, struggling to see through the moggy and dirty window. Nonetheless, you stayed poised with precision.

“M’ kay, well uh, you just direct me.” Wary of your current state, Eddie took recognition at your avoidance of him. Allowing his normally teasing exterior to soften just so, “How long had you been out there?” He longed for you to look at him, even just for a second, only so he knew that you were okay.

Dampness invades your nostrils and you grimace slightly at the faint stench of marijuana that hits your senses.

“Only like, 20 minutes. I think.”

“20 minut—“ He clicks his tongue in disapproval, “Oh you are definitely gonna catch something. Is it straight ahead orrrr?” Distracted by you he must’ve missed the right hand turn toward your house.

“Oh, shoot! Sorry, it was back there,” You glance in the wing mirror and look back over your shoulder, “Take the next right up here, that should help us out.”

God, could you get any more precious?

“Shoot? Really?” He physically couldn’t help himself, “What’re you, five? Just say the word shit.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Amuse me,” He grins widely and his attempts at riling you earned him a prolonged look of defiance, “I’m not gonna tell anyone, promise.” He takes a hand from the wheel and crosses his heart with his pointer finger.

“Profanity is unkind and makes you appear brutish.”

The words of your father cartwheel through your mind and spill out into reality.

“Swearing is fun and harmless! Especially when it isn’t directed at someone in particular. Try it.“

Another push.

“Hey, isn’t this Nancy Wheelers street—”

“I’ve cursed before, Eddie, I’m not some otherworldly being. You obviously just don’t know me. Take the next left.” Your words began to sour your mouth and your thoughts weren’t much help.

Did he see you like that? Like all of the rest?

Were you alien, even to him?

It was strange because out of everyone in Hawkins, you had foolishly thought that if anyone could even remotely come close to how you felt amongst your peers, it would’ve been him.

Eddie.

That Munson Boy.

“Woooah, I didn’t mean to upset you or tick you off, Angel, I was just jokin—“ Each word was a punch to the gut.

“Stop here.” You demand, your house now in eye shot at the end of the sleepy terrace. Eager to please, Eddie stalls the van gently and begins to search your body language for a sign of a lasting temper.

A small awkward cough fills the space as Eddie clears his throat in a discreet but non-discreet manner, “Well… you can keep the jacket until I see you next—“

Water burnt cheeks and deadpan eyes meet his doe like expression, “You didn’t tick me off, Eddie, don’t be ridiculous,” The ball was now in your court to give him a taste of his own vile medicine, “You pissed me off. Now, thank you for the ride but stay the Hell away from me.”

You barrel from the van in a hurry, fleeing as fast as your legs could manage: like a criminal from a crime scene. Too hastily to the point that your panicked brain didn’t clock that you were still draped in Eddie’s clothes until you slammed the patio door behind you and were met with a scent that didn’t quite belong in your home.

Which then lead to the realisation that you also left your small bag of groceries in his front seat.

“Shit.” A palm drags down your face and your voice is broken and small as you lean back against the door, closing your eyes as you welcome the dry caress of the vacant house.

Muscles still for a moment, tensing as you contemplate bringing the thick material of the jacket up to your nose for a sniff. Without seeing the harm in it you decide to follow through on the thought. Inhaling the scent of the brunette deeply and moaning gently on the exhale.

The idea that followed was lightening sharp and just as quick.

“No.”

You hush yourself, not allowing your brain to wander and get lost in that part of you. The throbbing and aching part of you that willed your fingers between you thighs whilst your nose nuzzled worn fabric and your teeth gnawed on the denim collar of Eddie’s jacket.

You couldn’t allow it.

Not tonight.

-

That rug, that stupid old filthy rug had seen more dancing shoes than a ballroom tonight. It was where they all squealed and grooved, everyone with everyone, the music escaping from every open window and door.

Once the colour of cherries, now it told a trodden tale of love and laughter, of more good times than anyone is ever promised in life. Your father could have replaced it years ago, brought in another just like it, but instead you hauled it over to the river in good weather at least once a year and washed it as best you could. Sometimes the earthy red tones would return, other times not so much.

Wooden flooring vibrates underfoot with each sound wave that pulses from your borrowed speakers. It causes a known feeling to erupt inside of your chest— only this time you weren’t sure if it were the familiar hug of anxiety or the red hot spike of adrenaline.

“Please mind the—” Neon and artificially coloured fruit punch, which had been indefinitely spiked with booze, is comically spilled onto the sofa in that moment, “Furniture.” Only now do you wonder whether you’re playing a losing game. Everyone was beyond wasted and your voice couldn’t rise loud above the thumping base to be heard. Tonight’s occasion only expected to entice a few attendees, maybe enough for a book club, but not enough to fill a barn house rodeo.

Safe to say, things had spiralled far out of your control and you weren’t sure you could rein it in.

Bottles clanked in the kitchen and the penetrable sound of porcelain breaking hits your ears and makes you jump in your skin. Regret sinks deeper and deeper into your weary bones and your head spins with the laughter surrounding you.

You recognise the remnants on the floor to be the mug you painted in pre-school. Bright with pastel pinks and fluorescent greens. It was your father’s favourite. You never knew why but it was the one he always reached for. The one he smiled into each morning.

A frog like lump forms in the base of your throat, luring tears to your eyes as you think of the devastation that’ll be brought to your father when he realises it’s gone. One of his prized possessions. A childhood relic which he loved.

Which you loved.

“Oh my god, Ronnie!! You’re soooooo funny!” Jessica Rogers squeaks, the red head who you knew as the new face of the cheerleading squad, as she fawns over Ronnie Mitchell. Hawkins’s very own Johnny Depp.

Ronnie, very evidently being the culprit of the smashed glass, grins like a hyhena about to snatch its prey and within moments his thin lips are trying to eat up Jessica’s entire face.

Bravely but teary eyed you decide to enter the crowded designated lions den which was the kitchen. Swallowing harshly to allow yourself to speak.

“Hi, sorry, can we please be a bit more careful—“

“Heyyy, Harrington!! Where’s Nancy at?” A huge body breeded for American football shoulder barges by you, whacking you into the nearest wall with such force you’re sure the plaster board had splintered. The saddest thing about it was that the event went totally unnoticed by the surrounding part goers and your body smacking against the wall sounded so faint against the drums blaring in your ears.

Composing yourself proved difficult with the group of four other bodies trying to enter and exit through the small entry way to the kitchen. They pushed you flush against the rustic orange wall and only in a great deal of struggle and panic are you able to get away, struggling to regain your balance and breathe clearly. Human functions that should come easily.

Each breath stuttered in through your nose and staggered back out through your mouth, drying your throat until it felt raw and sore. In your mind you were still there, suffocating beneath the stampede of bodies.

They didn’t see you. They didn’t care.

You were nobody to them. They didn’t even know this was your house. Your family home.

And they were disrespecting it. Ruining what you, your father and your gorgeous mother had worked so hard to build.

They didn’t care. They couldn’t see you.

They refused to.

Your heart thundered at an alarming pace, like the hooves of racing horses pounding into the ground. Shaking nimble fingers clutch at your tightening chest, a last resort to soothe yourself. You had to calm down or you were sure to fall apart.

In front of all these people.

You couldn’t.

With agility you take the stairs two at a time, the soles of your shoes snagging against the trampled carpet and causing you to near collapse as you reach the top. Your breathing heaves your chest up and down harshly as you fall into your bedroom like a bat out of Hell searching for silence. You didn’t find it.

Cold wood meets your sweat sheened forehead as you press yourself to your bedroom door. Both of your hands lay splayed against the doorframe, supporting your trembling body as you fight to stay upright.

“What’s the point…” A blabbered and wet whisper slips, begging a flood of tears to your reddened eyes. Beneath you your knees weaken and in a painless motion you crumple to the floor like a piece of paper.

The thing about crumpled paper is that you can try and fix it all you want. Iron it, smooth it out, speak nice to it— in the end there’ll still be creases. The pain will remain.

Your shoulders shake as you swallow a despaired whimper, your knuckles wiping furiously at your runny nose.

You adjust yourself slowly to position your back against the door, and instead of solitude you found something unexpected lurking around in your sacred space as your eyes find the back of a familiar brunettes head. His hair is different tonight, it’s pulled back into a low ponytail. Neater.

“Eddie?!” Your voice betrays you and cracks on the verge of tears but also sings with alarm at the sight of him.

“Hey, are you okay?” He is slow to move toward you.

“What are you doing in here? This is my room—”

“Uhh looking for my jacket which you seem to be holding hostage? Where is it by the way—”

“No.” Your tone was totally saturated with disbelief.

“Yes?” Above all else, Eddie was confused at your anger but deeply wounded at the tear streaks on you face.

“I don’t believe you. Get out.”

“Okay, fine. Don’t believe me, hot mouth. Just hand me my jacket and I’ll be on my merry little way. Took hours to make it, y’know.” He beams at you, hoping to see a smile return to your face. His hands find the front pockets of his dark indigo jeans and his shoulders rise boyishly toward his ears, “Unless… you have something else to confess before I leave?” Tamed eyebrows wiggle at you and your first guttural reaction is to scream at him.

“I don’t. I don’t have anything to say to you right now. Just leave me alone, please.”

Bloated silence.

“I’m not upset,” Your softened exterior beseeched him to remain where he stood, “I’m just— They’re just breaking so much stuff down there. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take it out on you. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“S’alright…” He sincerely meant it, “I have to say, I was surprised to hear that you were the one throwing the rager. Not like ya.”

You shake your head in distaste, “You don’t know me. Not really.”

“I want to…” A shrill inhale of breath. A pause so feverish it left your skin itching, “So uh, what’s going on down there?”

In defeat you perch on the edge of your beautifully made bed. Sacrificing the taunt sheets and crinkling it with your body weight

“Well, after the fourth broken glass I sort of lost count of everything else they’ve ruined. My dad’s favourite coffee mug, too…” An agonised and breathy laugh leaves your lips, “I sort of feel like that mug right now.”

“What? Broken?” Eddie’s legs twitch toward the bed, his heart wanting to sit next to you but his brain fighting against the urge.

“No. Not broken,” Your lips quirk up at the corners and your hands toy with one another in your skirt scrunched lap, “Just… changed.”

“Change is good. Change is better than broken.” His reply is as speedy as light and he uses it as courage to propel himself forward to perch next to you on the mattress.

You allow his presence. Actually, you welcome it with open arms and a shy smile.

“If you need someone to talk to about anything then you can count on me. Both of my ears are in pretty good shape. Can hear all sorts with these puppies.” His wrists flick by both sides of his head causing his hair to be blown back and forth.

It prompts a real laugh from you. Something honest.

Something true.

“Thank you, Eddie. That’s real sweet of you.”

Despite the high energy radiating from outwith the safety of your four bedroom walls, it failed to seep on through infect the pair of you. Life in this moment with Eddie felt easy, slow and you were in no hurry to change scenery.

With the door closed every pretence falls. The facade you show the world melts away and all you want is to exist with one another. In those tranquil seconds something unspoken shifts.

In the lamplight you discover more of Eddie than you’ve ever been gaul enough to before. Unafraid to meet his gaze as your eyes study his features. Honey eyes appear black, like bullet holes through his skull, encapsulating the light instead of reflecting it. Across the strong bridge of his nose you admire the faint freckles painted there, ever so tenderly kissed by the suns rays. Your next observation is one you hadn’t expected to affect you so much— his pillowy blood flushed lips.

Eddie knew what you were thinking. He could see it splayed all over your face like an open book. Your parted lips, your lidded eyes with pupils the size of a coin and the small scrunch in between the middle of your brows. It amused him more because he knew that you probably thought you were hiding it all so well. You wanted him. You fucking needed him. Who was he to deny his sweet angel of that?

“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?” Praise. Something you craved with such greed. Something your heart beat inside of your chest for.

On instinct, you shake your head, “What? No…”

“I’m serious,” Tactical fingers stroke against the heated curve of your cheek, soft in your hair as he tucks a strand behind your ear, “So fuckin’ pretty.”

You watch round eyed and entranced as his two front teeth puncture his bottom lip— blissfully unaware of the way the pad of his thumb stroked against your own mouth.

Eddie couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You had bewitched him, body and soul— or something like that.

“Been wanting this for so long…” His voice trails off, almost like he had accidentally spoken a private thought aloud, “The closer I am to you the more perfect you are.”

His deep voice purrs softly, lulling you to close the waning distance between you both. Your remain still, though, afraid you’ll ruin the moment.

“I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” The one thing you’ve wanted to confess for so long, “I don’t think I’m any good at it.”

You knew the ins and outs of sex, of course you did, you just hadn’t partook. Never provided the opportunity. Until now. Until Eddie.

You weren’t even sure that he wanted you in such a way— but what you knew was that you wanted it to be him.

He was the one to have you. He was the one to make it all better.

“How about I kiss you and we can go from there, sweet girl?” A slow and sure nod of approval from you is all Eddie needs to cross the forbidden line. Eyelids flutter closed as you prepare yourself mentally for whatever may happen next. This was your first time for most things: your first party, your first kiss and your first.. sexual encounter.

Above all else it was exciting but also quite terrifying.

You didn’t want it to hurt.

Expectant for Eddie’s lips to meet your own it pleasantly surprised you when his mouth ghosted over one of your eyelids, and then the other, teasing kisses over the entirety of your face. Everywhere but your mouth and it is sweet enough to give you toothache.

For as long as Eddie had wanted to see you this way, he also yearned to have you be his. To shower you in endless love and heartfelt affection. To provide you with the tenderness you so desperately deserved. He wanted to take care of you. In more ways than one.

“Eddie—“ you whine breathless and impatient but smiling all the same.

“Shhh… just keep those eyes closed, Baby. Good things come to good girls who know how to wait,” The small quirk in your expression had Eddie’s mind reeling with sinful ideas, “Are you a good girl, hmm? You wanna be my good girl?” His forked tongue kitten licks at the lobe of your ear and is accompanied by a shiver drilling down your spine.

Your hips shift against the bed, Eddie’s warm breath across your cheek spreads along the surface of your skin like a wild fire through dry brush, melting your loins as you struggle to hold on to any sort of rational thinking. Your grasp inexorably slipping.

When he finally leaned in you knew what was coming and shyly turned away, but his hand reached under your hair below your ear and turned you gently back to him, his thumb caressing your cheek. Lips parted and your heart fluttered as he guided you to his sensuous mouth and your breaths mingled in a way that felt fated. For a season tongues wrestled, fanning a minuscule smoldering ember into a ferocious flame.

Beneath the hem of your skirt Eddie’s thumb prowled the skin, leaving behind tedious circles of electricity. Trailing down, his fingertips tenderly traced the valley between your knees and upon reflex you press your thighs together. He grinned against you, pleased at the effect he had over your untarnished and perfectly responsive body.

Eddie is first to pull away from the heated entanglement, leaving the pair of you panting and searching desperately for breath. For a long moment Eddie examined your expression for any signs of second thoughts and panic but he found nothing but reddened cheeks and starving lips.

“Now, if anything happens that you don’t like just say the word and it’ll all stop, ‘kay? Gotta communicate with me.” His tone is suddenly serious and you meekly peek up at him through your eyelashes.

“Okay.” You whisper, the first you’ve spoken in minutes. He smiles, pleased with you.

“Climb on the bed for me.” Eddie scoots away from you, watching like a predator to prey at your uncertainty as you find a comfortable position on the bed.

“Like this?” You ask in innocence, searching for reassurance.

Eddie grumbles in approval, his voice deepening at the sight, “Mhm, just like that, Sweetheart. Doin’ so well.”

His body feels like liquid as he stands at the base of the bed, towering over you, “Part your legs, nice and slow,” You start, leaving them barely ajar as a self consciousness swarms your mind, “Further, Honey. I gotta see what I’m dealing with.”

Oh and what a sight it was. Powder blue panties plastered to the swell of your mound. Slickness meeting your folds solely from his kiss alone. The sight was biblical and dragged a guttural groan from Eddie’s throat, “Fuck, how are you even real?”

He sunk to his knees slowly, careful as to not startle you, his wide eyes remaining fixated on the space between your legs, “Gonna touch you now, Sweetheart. S’that okay?” His dark gaze flickers over you from head to toe, acknowledging the way your hands clutch the sheets looking for a lifeline, “Need you to relax, Baby. Can you do that for me?” His voice trails off and his smirk softens just a bit.

“I’m not gonna bite cha’… unless you ask nicely.” He winks, his tone teasing but not unkind which helps to ease the tension growing in your shoulder blades.

“Sorry, I’m just nervous…” Your voice is hushed as you carefully watch Eddie kneel between your parted thighs, the warm skin of his palms heat your knees as he balances himself above you.

“First rule, you never have to apologise. For anything,” Eddie melts at the way you soften, “And secondly, we don’t have to do this. I’m happy to just lay here with you…”

Sure, would he be disappointed? Yes. He has his dream girl at the mercy of his fingertips. But he wanted this to work— after all, the man saw himself marrying you a month ago.

“I want this,” You were I fingertips away to what you have wanted for weeks— A stern readiness urging you to continue on this steamy pursuit, “I’ll just need some guidance is all.”

A wide and wolffish grin splits Eddie’s face, “I can work with that.”

Resuming his previous position Eddie found a comfortable spot on the mattress between your thighs, his face only just visible behind your scrunched up skirt. A forked tongue darted onto Eddie’s bottom lip, the muscle longing to slip between your moistening folds, “Gonna touch you now, Princess. Remember what we talked about.”

You hum, breathing steadily as you succumb trustingly to Eddie’s touch. Eyelids are slow to close and the palm of your hand blindly finds the smooth and warm skin of Eddie’s forearm. A longing touch you have finally been able to quench.

Propped up on his elbows Eddie is tender as he tickles the insides of your legs, softly peppering the plush skin with lingering kisses which makes you shudder, “Heavenly. Absolutely stunning.” Each compliment is emphasised with a open mouthed kiss and a wet stroke of his tongue.

A string of small whines leaves your mouth in a breathy plead, your hips stirring up from the mattress slightly to try and meet Eddie.

Strong hands pin your hips to the spot, “If you keep moving I won’t be able to give you what you want. What do you want, huh?” His voice doesn’t waver and his grip leaves you, only for the pad of his thumb to stroke a pressured line down the seam of the panties from your clit to your aching hole, “Tell me, Pretty girl. What do you want?”

A gasp is shocked from your throat and you grew more sensitive with each passing second and with that reactivity there came desperation, “Eddie…” Your voice is dripping in sin, sweet and laboured. All air leaves your lungs in total entirety, “Please.”

You weren’t even sure what you were begging for, all you knew was that you didn’t want it to stop. You wanted his touch all over you.

A shiver strikes Eddie’s spine like a match and he buries his nose into your heat, sniffing in your scent like a bloodhound on a trail, “Fuck— I’m gonna take your panties off, kay’? Is that okay?” Truth be told, Eddie was just as needy as you were in this moment. He was eager and willing to do absolutely anything to please you.

“Yes— yes that’s okay.” Shakily you lift your hips to try and rip the fabric down yourself, but Eddie settles you back down gently and helps you to slide them down your legs. You relax again, then sensuality of the action urging all tension to drift from your body.

Slyly he pockets the underwear for later but he soon is left gawking with a slack jaw at the banquet between your thighs which just ached to be devoured by him, “Pussy is so pretty. What a picture…” Spell bound he crawls toward you, his arms linking around your upper thighs and dragging your greedily toward his face, “This may tickle at first, may feel a bit odd—“

His presence alone was enough to send you reeling, “Please, Eddie, I can’t wait any longer—“

He didn’t need to be told twice. He was already salivating to a concerning level.

It’s as if you forget how to breathe when his mouth collides with you—hungry, wet and feverish. Your insides pulse and your muscles tense in the best way. A moan erupts from the pit of your stomach and your eyes pinch closed in ecstasy.

“Oh Honey—“ He cooed, his words muffled by the mouthful he has on his tongue, the vibrations rippling through you like a current of recklesswater.

It took such concentration for you to focus on the way Eddie lapped and nuzzled into your leaking cunt. His hands roamed your body freely and found grace in nipping and squeezing your stiffened nipples beneath your button-up blouse. Your head spun with lewd thoughts and your throat was vocal all on its own. You and no control over it.

Eddie’s lips sucked and consumed you with such shamelessness, each stroke and prod of his stiff tongue to your swollen clit left your mewling like an animal in heat.

“Feels so good, please don’t stop— agh,” Your head is heavy as it presses back into the pillow beneath it, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as your fingers lace into Eddie’s hair, gently tugging on the strands which elicits a growl from his throat.

Goosebumps arise on your skin, raising every bodily hair to stand on end when you feel the tips of Eddie’s fingers teasing your gushing entrance. You were past the point of communication now— whatever Eddie wanted to do, you were right there with him.

His pursuit is hot on you clit, stimulating you to the point of tears when he eases his middle finger inside of you, inch by inch until he is fully submerged. He pumps his fist gently, stretching you out until you’re ready for a second finger. With your arousal it doesn’t take long at all until you’re nearly ready for a third.

Erotic sounds create a symphony that fills the space, drowning out the chaos happening beneath you, “Such a greedy little pussy hmm, swallowing my fingers to the knuckles.” His digits curl within you which causes your spine to arch slightly, pleasure taking over and burning into your lower abdomen, “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long— touch myself to you all the time.” His confession sends you to another dimension, one where rational thought just doesn’t exist. You grind against the palm of his hand and when his lips reattach to your clit it sends your spluttering over the edge and plummeting back to earth, your walls clenching around him as your body quivers into the springs below.

“Fuck—“ Your vision is shaky as Eddie plants a kiss to your lips, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth allowing you to taste yourself on him.

“Ready for the main event?” He speaks into your neck where his teeth drag and nibble at the skin, sure to leave bruising along the curve to your shoulder.

That’s when you feel it, his stiff bulge pressing into the soaked skin of your upper thigh. Still high on your first release all you can muster vocally is a soft hum and a eager nod.

“Gotta hear you, Sweetheart. Do you wanna feel me?” The tip of his nose kisses yours and you smile at the sight of his gorgeous brown eyes which appear more amber in the warm hue of the light. More inviting and romantic.

“Yes. I want that.” Another press of wet lips against yours, Eddie’s quirk up at the corners with his hands lovingly stroking your hair.

“S’ all I needed to hear, Baby. We’re gonna take it nice and slow. Got you all warmed up.” His hand sneaks down to cup your mound, his fingers relishing the slickness that they are met with as they pump back inside of you— testing the waters to ensure they’re still warm.

“Can I undress you?” The words are foreign in your mouth, like an unknown entity had possessed your voice box, cloning you and then speaking.

Eddie only grins, his response immediate, “Absolutely, Princess. Up ya get.” Forcefully, but not brutishly, Eddie takes hold of your upper arms and brings you to sit in an upright position, “We can undress each other.”

Excitement burnt Eddie’s chest when your eyes lit up at the idea and he found himself cupping your face in the palms of his hands and kissing you delicately and passionately.

“I’ll go first.” He couldn’t wait a second longer to see you, all of you, bare for him. Your soul exposed to him.

Button by tedious button Eddie’s fingers fight with your blouse in a painstaking battle to undress you. It’s all worth it when he sees your bra. A blush pink colour and a modest but pretty design against your flesh.

“Breathtaking.” He could look at you forever.

Your face heats bashfully under his gaze and your hands are hesitant to reach for him, “My turn…” You mutter, your fingers curling around the hem of his acid washed t-shirt and gently removing it up and over his head which leaves his hair slightly tossed an dishevelled.

You allow the garment to fall to your lap and your hands lay flush against the skin of his chest, revelling in the warmth of him, “You’re beautiful, too, Y’know.” You peek up at him through your eyelashes, smirking at the way Eddie’s cocky face starts to flush.

“Thank you…” Is all he meekly musters, his shoulders softening as he melts into you. The quiet moment brings you closer together, foreheads blissfully meeting as Eddie’s fingers unclasp the hooks of your bra, the elastic straps falling from your shoulders and gliding effortlessly from your frame.

You welcome it and Eddie tries not to stare. He had seen women naked before— but none like you. None as soft and angelic. You belonged in a gallery, displayed with pride next to other great pieces of art.

He hadn’t ever felt this lucky, to see someone as perfect as you up close.

It felt like dream.

Only when you decide to unbuckle his belt is Eddie snapped back to the present, his hands smoothly massaging the plumpness of your thighs as he waits his turn to steal the only article of clothing you have left— your skirt.

“Stand up,” He demands in a voice is so low it could be mistaken as a whisper. Contently you comply, rising to your feet and finding your place stood in front of Eddie’s seated silhouette. Sensually, he begins his pursuit on the zipper of the garment. Carefully as to not snag the fabric as he cranks it down and lets it fall from your waist. Leaving you slightly chilled and totally naked before him.

Instinctively his fingertips trace the curvature from your hips to your waist, soft and inviting as they paw and palm the tender flesh of your breasts.

Promptly Eddie rises to meet you, pulling your body close to his and in one swift motion he is laying you back onto the bed, standing to remove the rest of his pesky clothes.

He massages his cock through the denim of his jeans and moves on to pull them down his legs, kicking them off onto the floor and then doing the same with his underwear— only this time he is menacingly slow. Ensuring he has your full and undivided attention when his throbbing cock springs free from the waistband.

Part of you couldn’t believe what you were really seeing. Eddie Munson, fully stripped and in front of you. His sex in his hand with the tip red and glistening— aching and leaking for you. Your touch. Your thoughts flicker to how he will fit inside of you. The stretch. You yearned for it. Trembled for it.

“Safety first.” He reaches into his pocket to retrieve a red foil packet, tearing the ragged edge with his teeth and taking the condom from inside. Entranced you watch his fingers roll it along his thick length from tip to base and your pulse quickens with excitement.

He stands looming above you, his demeanour darker as he climbs onto the bed and positions himself between your legs. His elbows rest at either side of your head and his eyes bore into yours, “You ready?” His rough thumb strokes across your brow bone and Eddie chuckles softly at your fast nod.

He holds his hand in front of his mouth and spits into it, covering it in saliva.

Reaching down between the both of your bodies he smears his drool all over your pussy, his fingers pushing and pumping inside of you again, “Oh yeah, she’s desperate for me, huh? You want it bad, Baby, don’t cha’?” His dirty words plagued your mind and infected it from the core outwards. Forever changed. Your body writhed and you moaned into the shell of his ear with each thrust of his skilful fingers, and just as he stopped you felt a much larger push at your clenching hole.

Eddie ruts his rampant cock against you, covering himself in slick before he is carefully pushing inside of you, his eyes hooked on your face as he does, “Just the tip, first…” He promises and you nod, breathing shallow as your mind focuses on the intoxicating stretch of your core, “You okay?” He asks, unbeknownst to you he is still pushing inside, inch by inch.

You smile up at him and nod an unspoken ‘yes’, your eyes half lidded and shimmering as you welcome his sinking shaft.

“Fuck, squeezing me so good. Made for me.”

With each frisky word Eddie spoke it had you growing wetter, inviting more of him to plunge into you and back out again. His hips still whilst he is fully submerged, allowing you time to fully adjust to his length and girth before he rocks into you.

You moan when his hips snap back against you, the feeling familiar but intense, “Ya like that? Feel good?” He searches for reassurance.

“Yes.. yes.” You stutter, half moan and half confirmation.

Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before you know how it happened you are skin moving softly together, like the finest of silk.

His hand enters from below moving fast to tangle in your hair and your tongues entwined in a sloppy kiss. He changes your breathing with every feral thrust, hearing your moans timed to the muscular movements of his body.

Then all at once he stops and kisses from your breasts to the flesh of your stomach, his hands feather light and ticklish before resuming his previous position. He’s licking and biting and using his fingers all at once. Watching every reaction on your face, feeling how your legs move and stiffen, watching your body writhe.

You release a moan, unable to articulate a response when Eddie whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Praising you. Telling you how he’s going to ruin you. How good of a girl you are for him.

In seconds he’s fucking you harder, pounding you into the mattress just long enough to intoxicate your mind before stopping again. A strategy of his to ensure you’ll get hooked on this drug forevermore— his drug. Him and only his.

“Fuck— so tight, Baby. Think I’m gonna burst.” You could feel his muscles straining on top of you and his cock twitching inside of you. You wondered how it would feel to have him spill inside of you—

“Eddie arggh—“ You claw at his back, your hips bucking up to meet Eddie’s every move. Skin slapping against skin.

You were fucking hooked alright.

Sensations sky rocket and you swear there’s a moment where you are floating outwith the confines of your own body, looking down on the way Eddie humps you like a jackrabbit. The imagery proves to be too much, sending you into total over stimulation and you shake and nearly scream at the pleasure that comes with each deep stroke of Eddie’s cock.

“Gonna cum, Sweetheart if you keep grabbing me like tha—“

“Me too!!“

You squeal, clutching to Eddie’s bicep like your life depended on it, and at its upmost tallest height, you succumb to it all and falter beneath him. A shaking and shivering mess as your ride your comedown along Eddie’s length.

Moments after, Eddie collapses onto you after chasing his own orgasm, smiling like an idiot into the crook of your neck. Your perfume penetrated his brain in a way he could only describe as witch craft and you lovingly paw at his dampened hair.

“So…” you pant, out of breath and slightly delirious, “Where do we go from here?”

Eddie’s strong arms position your naked body to lay flush against his bare and sweat sheeted chest, “Well… how about I start all the official paperwork to take you out on a date?” His fingers comb through you hair, creating a tiredness within you that you hadn’t noticed until now.

A small yawn cuts through the untroubled space and you would have giggled at his remark if you weren’t so sleep stricken, “Mmm, yeah?” Your face nuzzles into the fleshy pillow of his pectoral muscle, “What kind of date?”

The sound of his heart beating against your ear lulls you into a state of unconsciousness. A place between awake and deep slumber.

“Anywhere you want, Sweet girl. Anywhere you want.” Eddie presses kisses to your hair, his vice like grip around you tightening like an anaconda. He refused to let you go.

It was you and him from here on out.

Against all odds.

Always.

-

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

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

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

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

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

Seven Months Later 

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

Eddie let you put on Pete’s Dragon, but neither of you is paying attention. He runs his hands over your ankles and it makes your skin tingle. Your tummy still fills with butterflies, but the weed in your system keeps your heart from beating as erratically as it does when you’re sober. 

You almost snicker as you think about how this innocent touch from Eddie makes you more overwhelmed than when you last had sex with a guy from Christian Academy. 

“What’re you thinking about?” Eddie rolls his head against the couch cushion, smushing his cheek against his shoulder in the most adorable way. 

“Orgasms.” 

Eddie sits up and stares at you. “What?” 

“Orgasms. You know, the climax, the high, the-” 

“I know what an orgasm is,” Eddie mumbles. 

“So then you know how to make a girl cum? How to satisfy her needs? I feel like it’s a lost cause. I mean, I don’t sleep around or anything but every guy I’ve been with hasn’t been able to make me cum. It’s not fucking rocket science.” 

Why are you talking about this? Why are you talking about your (unsuccessful) sexual encounters with the man who packs you extra pretzels because you always steal his? What do you hope to gain from this conversation? 

Eddie is just as confused as you are. You two never talk about your sex lives with each other. Ever. It’s like an unspoken agreement since the beginning of your friendship. Eddie, especially, didn’t want to know about your sex life because what he doesn't know can’t hurt him. He likes to pretend your sex life is nonexistent, much like his own, because picturing you with some sleaze-ball from high school makes his insides twist. Nobody is good enough for you and your admission just made for more proof.

 “Why- why are you asking me this?” 

You sigh. “I don’t know. I feel bad talking about it with Nancy since her boyfriend is hundreds of miles away and I don’t really think Robin wants to hear about it either. I’m just tired of guys thinking they can make a girl cum from absolutely zero foreplay.” 

Stop talking, you think. If you were sober, you would never tell Eddie any of this. Even though the two of you aren’t dating, there’s something about it that feels like a betrayal. Like it’s cheating on him. Which is just ridiculous, but the friendship and emotional relationship you have with Eddie is irreplaceable. It’s impossible to be replicated by any other guy you’ve gone out with. You have an Eddie-sized void in your heart and it’s not even his fault. It's yours, all because you don’t have the courage to tell him how you really feel. 

Eddie, usually so quick with comebacks, has no idea what to say. How is he supposed to form words in his mouth when all he wants to do is puke? He wishes it was him. He wishes he could try to make you feel good. But what chance does a virgin have of making you orgasm? Sure, he’s read magazines and watched porn, but he’s never put it into practice. 

“I mean, is it really that difficult to ask a girl what she wants? What feels good? Eddie Munson, I really hope you take care of your girl before yourself at least half of the time.” Your girl. Who is his girl? Does he have one? You don’t really want to know about the girls he’s been with or how good he’s made them feel. Just the thought of Eddie with anybody but you makes your skin crawl. 

Hypocrite. 

Eddie’s heart is pounding, his skin is burning. He trusts you. He should be able to tell you that he’s a virgin and have no shame about it. It’s not a bad thing by any means, but he still thinks it makes him lame. Fucking stigma. You wouldn’t think that, would you? Of course not. Yet, there’s still this fear of what you might think of him. Does he tell you and risk humiliation? Or lie and hope for the best? 

“Uh… there’s no girl. There’s never been a girl.” 

You don’t react immediately. You’re too distracted by how pretty he looks with the flickering light of the television against his pale face. He licks his bottom lip absentmindedly and he’s just so beautiful. Fuck. He’s distracting you. Is it on purpose? Wait, what did he even say? 

“What?” 

Eddie sighs, crossing his legs on the couch like he’s in kindergarten. “No one wants to have sex with The Freak of Hawkins, wildflower.” 

You wince at that name. Not the sweet one he calls you, but the one he calls himself. What 99% of Hawkins calls him. You hate it. Nobody, but a select few, know him for who he really is. He’s playful and dramatic. You always thought he should’ve gone into theater. He’s a jokester, always making you laugh when you’re having a bad day or cracking jokes to make the good days better. He is kind and thoughtful, buying cassette tapes of artists he would never listen to on his own, but so you can listen to them when you’re at his place. 

There is nothing you wouldn’t do for him. “I wouldn’t say no one,” you say gently. 

A scoff leaves Eddie’s mouth and he rolls his eyes. “Trust me, sweetheart. No girl in Hawkins wants to deal with all this,” he gestures down his body, making you glance down at the chain resting against his thigh. The exposed skin peeking out of the holes of his black jeans. You swallow hard as you think about what you want to say next. 

“I would,” you blurt out. 

Eddie chokes on his spit. Or was it his tongue? Or the air? Or all of the above? “P-pardon?” 

You clear your throat of the lump that is forming. You’ve really done it now. No going back. “I would have sex with you.” 

“No, you wouldn’t.” If you are fucking with him right now, Eddie’s not sure if he can forgive you. Friends don’t joke about these kinds of things. Right? 

“Yes, I would, Eddie,” your voice is stern. “Why is that so hard to believe? You’re fucking hot.” Although you know exactly what you’re saying, you can’t quite believe it. Sober you would never have the guts. “Would you want to have sex with me?” 

Eddie opens his mouth but you quickly put your finger over his pink lips. They’re so soft. 

“Don’t answer that. If we’re… if we remember this conversation when we’re sober, then we can talk about this? That is if you’re not totally repulsed with the idea of having sex with me.” 

“I-” 

“Ah, ah. Don’t answer that. We’ll talk tomorrow. ‘M sleepy,” you yawn, laying your head against Eddie’s shoulder. You nestle into him comfortably, taking up your usual position. Except this time, Eddie kisses the top of your head and mumbles something unintelligible. 

That’s new. 

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

He did not forget. 

You only know Eddie got to school before you because when you open your locker before first period, a folded piece of paper falls to the ground. It’s a note from him, scrawled in black sharpie, as it always is. 

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

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

Please tell me you do, too. 

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

You rip a piece of paper from your notebook and scribble down a reply. Your hand is shaking, making your cursive slightly messier than usual. 

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

You fold Eddie’s note in thirds and stuff it in your back pocket. You gather your books for first and second periods and head towards Eddie’s locker. You want to deliver the note before the first period bell, but it is proving much more difficult than you would’ve liked. 

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

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

“That’s why we need you.” 

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the meantime, a bubble of joy forms in your stomach when you think about how Dustin and Mike think you’re the only person Eddie can’t say no to. 

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

What’s the furthest you’ve gone? 

Have you watched porn? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re standing a row of lockers away from Eddie, with your books pressed against your chest. He smiles brightly when he sees you.

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

“H-hi, Eds,” your voice comes out as a squeak. 

He tilts his head with his brows knit together. “Everything…okay?” 

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

“Sweetheart?” 

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

“Oh.” 

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

“Oh… uh… good?” 

Why is this so awkward??? 

Janine Newell only adds to the awkwardness when she politely pushes herself between you and Eddie to get to her locker. He pulls you towards his— heavy metal and rock band stickers designating which locker has been his for the last 6 years. 

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

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

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

Eddie’s biting his bottom lip and he really, really needs to not do that. Something inside of you ignites. It’s his hands firmly on your shoulders, his slightly stooped posture so that he’s eye level with you. The close proximity of your faces. 

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

“Okay.” 

“Okay. Now go before Mr. Wallis marks you late and you ruin your perfect attendance.” Eddie slaps your backside playfully and that fire inside of you grows stronger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does your offer still stand?” 

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

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

Eddie runs 5 stop signs. He only comes to rolling stops because you stop at the signs. He pulls his van up next to your car in the driveway and he can’t help but chuff at how domestic it feels. 

“You’re a brat, you know that?” 

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

“Because you delayed us getting here by at least 30 seconds,” Eddie follows you through the door and into the kitchen to find himself an after-school snack. He rummages through the fridge and pulls out a Granny Smith apple. He hops onto the counter and crunches down on the fruit. 

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

Eddie takes a large bite before sliding off the counter, leaving the apple behind. He steps towards you, nudging himself between your legs. His arms are propped on either side of your hips, caging you in. “You have the best apples.” 

“Do I?” You entertain. You try keeping a calm exterior despite the fire in your stomach spreading throughout your entire nervous system. 

“Yeah.” Eddie leans in closer to you. “Would you like to taste?” 

You don’t even reply before you plant your lips on Eddie’s. He’s tart, the flavor of the green apple tingling your lips. But once you’re past that, it’s all Eddie. Unfamiliar yet safe. Unpracticed and clumsy, yet perfect in every way. You inhale, breathing him in like never before. His hands cup your cheeks, pushing you closer to him. He messily pokes out his tongue, a little too wet and a little too eager. It makes you giggle when you realize this may very well be his first kiss, too. Still, the butterflies inside of you are having a field day. 

“Eddie,” you whisper, resting your forehead on his. You want him to be in control, to dictate what he wants or doesn’t want. You want to let him practice kissing you because it’s endearing and sweet and you would rather teach Eddie how to kiss than kiss anybody else ever again. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie retreats. His hands fall from your face and you instantly miss their warmth. 

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

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

“You’ve been paying attention in English.” 

“What?” 

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

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

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

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

You chuckle as you wrap your legs around his waist. “I think we did that the second we kissed.” 

“I think we should do it again just to make sure.” “It’d be foolish not to.” You sling your arms around his neck as you lean down, slanting your lips over his. 

The kiss is slower than the first— as if both of you know it’s the second of many more and there’s no need to rush through it. You follow Eddie’s lead, tilting your head opposite his, noses brushing with each adjustment. He groans into you and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, much more smoothly than when he did. His right hand threads through your hair at the nape of your neck, and his left— heavy with rings— digs into your waist. You meet his groan with a needy whine, your legs constricting around him tightly. 

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

“Yes,” you reply, one hand traveling below his waist. You place soft and delicate kisses down his neck, exploring the skin you’ve never touched in this capacity. When he reaches the final button of your shirt, you cup your hand over his cock. You squeeze it gently, testing the waters of his sensitivity. 

His eyes clamp shut and he sputters, “F-f-fuck, sweetheart.” 

“God, Eddie. You’re so big in my hand. Does that feel good?” You continue to palm him and your cunt is just aching. You shrug your shirt off your shoulders and discard it on the counter. Eddie’s head drops to your shoulder, hot shallow breaths tickling your skin. 

“F-feels really good. Woah-” Eddie opens his eyes to see the tops of your breasts on display for him. His cock pulsed beneath your touch. He lifts his head up and lends back to take you all in— your tits pushed up by your bra, your soft tummy, the freckles and moles that decorate your skin. “You’re fucking beautiful.” 

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

“Do you want me to take it off?” 

Eddie gulps and nods shyly. He’s seen tits before— hell, he’s seen a lot of tits. Just not in person and definitely not yours. You reach behind your back, unclasping your bra. The straps fall down your arms slowly until finally your breasts are fully exposed. The two of you are silent, only the hum of your refrigerator filling the space between you. He looks at you with those beautiful brown eyes, tender, and kind. 

“Jesus Christ, they’re perfect.” Eddie’s fingers hesitantly ghost over the mounds of your breasts. You grab onto his wrists, bringing his large hands over your flesh. He was gentle, despite the clunky rings on his long and slender fingers. “This is okay?” 

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

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

Your breath stops halfway up your throat. You swallow and answer him with a nod. You lean back on the counter, arms behind you with your chest proudly up in the air. Eddie finds a surge of confidence and immediately attaches his lips to your right nipple. His left hand kneads your other breast, growing more and more comfortable with your body at his disposal. He swirls his tongue around the bud like he’s done it before and you toss your head back. You card your hand through his messy hair, tugging at the roots with the same intensity as his tongue and hands on your tits. 

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

Eddie lets out a desperate, hearty groan when he releases his lips from you. His eyes squeeze shut like he’s in pain and he shifts awkwardly on his feet. He pulls at the fabric against his crotch. “It um… it hurts.” 

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

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

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

Eddie quirks a smile. “I’ll race you.” He takes off for your bedroom faster than you can hop off the counter. He’s skipping 2 stairs at a time and practically lunging onto your bed when he beats you to your room. He leans back on your pillows, hands resting under his head. The bulge in his jeans is evident in this position and your knees just about give out. 

“I won,” he says smugly. 

“You cheated.” You close your door, despite no one else at home. You crawl onto your bed and lay down next to Eddie. 

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

As you pretend to think hard about your answer, a very real concern makes itself known. The line of friendship has already been blurred. But the kissing and foreplay could be passed off as two friends just messing around. You can probably shrug it off in a couple of weeks or so. But having sex with each other? Whether it’s incredible or terrible or somewhere in between, it is going to be something that changes your friendship forever. 

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

“I promise to never replace you as my best friend. I don’t know about that last part, wildflower. What if I last a minute and I’m not better than… the other guys? Then I’d be the one you’d be complaining about to Nancy and Robin.” 

“Hey,” you say tenderly, running your hand up and down Eddie’s arm. “What I had with those other guys is nothing like what I have with you. I- I hate dating and seeing other guys, Eddie. Because… all I want is… I just want you. It’s always been you. I want to be with you and I don’t care if you last 2 seconds. I don’t care if you don’t make me cum at all. I want to do this because it’s you. I want to do this for you.” 

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

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

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

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

You undo his belt and unclasp the button of his jeans. He looks down at you as you slide down the zipper. 

“Ooookay, sweetheart. But take it easy with me. I’m new at this.” Eddie lifts up his hips so you can pull down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free and fucking shit. He’s large. A perfect balance of lengthy and girthy. “Is it… okay?” 

You grab the base of his cock while looking up at him. “More than okay, Eddie. You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.” 

His head falls back on your pillow at the compliment, his cheeks bloom with heat. Your hand is so fucking soft. Your cunt clenches, begging for any kind of relief. Not yet, you tell yourself. This is about Eddie. His swollen tip is glistening with precum and you angle him towards your mouth. He inhales sharply as you swirl your tongue over his spongey crown. You flick his slit with the tip of your tongue and he looks down at you in awe. 

“F-fuck. You look s’pretty like that. Feels good. Feels so good.” 

“Want more?” 

“Yes,” Eddie chokes out. You fucking love how submissive he is right now, just letting you do what you want with him. You lower your mouth onto him. The flat of your tongue pressing against the underside of his cock. You push down as far as you can go before gagging on him. You hold yourself there for a moment, letting Eddie get used to the feeling of his cock inside someone’s mouth. Your mouth. You’re warm and soft and delightful. It’s indescribable. You twist your fist around the bottom half of his shaft, bobbing your head up and down to the same rhythm. He was gripping the comforter, his knuckles turning a pale white. “S-sweetheart. Stop, please.” 

You release immediately, looking up at him worriedly. Your lips and chin are wet with his precum and your saliva and it looks fucking sinful. But then you ask if he’s okay and you’re suddenly the angel he knows you as. 

“I-I’m great. I just- can I… can I taste you?” 

“You sure?”  “I want you to feel good, too.” 

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

“I want to.” 

You smile at him. “Okay,” you lean back on your heels, undoing the button of your jeans. Eddie takes off his shirt and tosses it to the floor while you shimmy out of your pants. You lay down with your head at the foot of your bed, knees bent and spread for Eddie. He slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and slides them down your legs. The cool air against your hot cunt makes your breath hitch. 

Eddie gets down on his stomach and wraps his arms around your thighs, your legs falling over his shoulders. He seems to have a pretty good idea of what he is doing for his first time. “You’re so hot. I can’t fucking believe you, wildflower. My wildflower. I’m- I’m gonna suck at this but I’m gonna try to make you feel good.” 

He puts his mouth over your cunt and begins licking between your folds. The immediate contact is relieving, your heels digging into his shoulder blades. It’s his effort that turns you on. He’s making the effort to please you and that’s what matters. He is messy and unskilled, but it’s still good. He’s sucking on your puffy lips, prodding the tip of his tongue into your hole. He moans into you, grinding his hips down on your bed. His fingertips press into the flesh of your thighs, making their territory with grape-sized blotches. Eddie lifts his head slightly. 

“How can you taste so good?” He takes the flat of his tongue and licks you from the bottom up and then sucks down on your hard. “Where’s your— um, the special spot?” 

“My clit?” 

“Yeah, your clit.” 

You smile widely at him. God, you love him. The fact that he’s asking you about your clit makes your heart and your cunt flutter. He’s trying. And he wants to learn. You grab his hand and place two of his fingers over the swollen nub. “Feel that right there?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie bats his lashes at you. 

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

“So how do I make you cum?” 

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

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

Now you’re speaking his language. Your clit only becomes more sensitive and visibly swollen, making him aware of exactly where to pleasure you. It takes him a couple of adjustments, but he finds a rhythm that feels so good. “Can I use my mouth, too?” 

“Please,” you breathe. Eddie puts his lips back on your cunt, the combined feeling of his warm mouth and rough fingers makes you squirm. He’s a quick fucking learner, that’s for sure. He laps your juices into his mouth, slurping obscenely, rubbing furiously. Your legs begin to tremble and the tightness in your core wants to release. “Keep doing that, Eds. Gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.” 

Eddie hums against you, a third feeling briefly joining the cacophony of pleasure. He keeps his tempo perfectly and you’re cumming into his mouth in no time. Your legs squeeze around his neck, the rest of your body writhing against your bed as your orgasm courses through you. “Eddie! Fuck!” 

Eddie sits up and you’re nothing but a limp body on your mattress. As you start to catch your breath, Eddie looks at you concerned. “Are you… are you okay?” 

You laugh with the little amount of energy you have. “I’m more than okay. You just gave me an orgasm, Eddie. A fantastic fucking orgasm.” “Oh. That’s what that was? I thought you were possessed and your soul left your body.” “It damn near felt like it.” 

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

“Okay,” you giggle. 

“Tell me what to do?” 

You push Eddie’s hair back over his shoulders so you can get a clear view of his face. He is shining with a thin layer of sweat, lips pink, plump, and perfectly kissable. You stretch up to press your lips to his, snagging his bottom lip between your teeth. You grab his cock and line him up with your entrance. “Press your hips forward,” you whisper.

Eddie moves slowly, breaching you with a sting. He goes further, a deep sigh falling into your mouth when he bottoms out. The heavy weight of him inside of you feels monumental. Not just because he’s large and is stretching you beautifully, but because of what this means for the two of you. 

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

Eddie slowly begins to— not thrust— but roll himself into you. He is fluid and precise, setting a pace that surprises you and makes you crave more. This is about him. You’ll (hopefully) have your chance to ask for it fast and rough. 

“F-feels so good. Fuck. so soft and warm. Better than I imagined,” Eddie praises you, though you feel like you should be praising him. He drops his weight down on you, wrapping his arms around your back to hold you close. Your nails rake along the expanse of his back, heels digging into the bottom of his spine with each outward thrust. 

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

“Fuck, Eddie! Again!” You yelp, clawing red streaks onto his skin. Eddie does so, repeatedly thrusting into you sharply and pointedly. He slides in and out of you with ease, each thrust becoming stronger and more confident than the last. He’s kissing your neck and nibbling at your skin experimentally. He’s gentle despite the roughness happening below your hips. 

The friction from his cock and your fingers on your clit is unbearable. Before you know it, another orgasm is approaching you. Your back arches off the bed, your cunt contracts around Eddie, and his name is the only word in your vocabulary. He is good, far surpassing your expectations. But you should’ve known better. When Eddie applies himself, he doesn’t do anything half-assed. It’s all or nothing. And he gives you everything. Quickly, and without warning, you feel him spill into you. 

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry,” Eddie promptly pulls out of you, his hot and sticky load leaking out of you. Thick ropes continue to spurt out of him, landing on your belly. His cock pulses and his breathing is jagged. He sighs heavily once he’s milked everything out and falls down next to you. Your comforter is a crumpled mess, in no doubt need of a good wash before your parents come home. 

Eddie searches for your hand and grips it tightly once he finds it. You flush, although it’s followed by a giggle. “You surprised me, Eddie Munson.”  Eddie props up on his elbow. “Yeah?” 

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

Eddie turns even redder. “I’ve thought about it a lot.” “Your first time?” He draws soft swirls on your arm, reminiscent of all the times he’s done so on your ankles. He opens his mouth and then closes it. More swirls on your arm. He opens his mouth again. “Being with you.” 

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

“Yes, ma’am,” Eddie kisses you softly before laying back on your bed. The two of you hold hands and stare up at your ceiling.

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

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