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You let out a soft groan as Eddie’s thrusts grew faster. Letting your chest fall to the mattress, you kept your arms folded under your jaw, resting your chin on your wrist. The push and pull of him inside of you was giving you a little pleasure, but nothing close to what sex was usually like between you to.

As much as it irritates you to think about, you’re used to bad sex. In high school you didn’t think twice about letting idiot seniors use you to get off. As long as they took you on a date or for a drive, you didn’t mind it. Mediocre sex in exchange for company never actually left you feeling better off, though. The only thing it really did was make you wish you didn’t bother getting all dressed up to go out. 

You stopped messing around like that a few months after you moved to Hawkins, meeting Eddie and instantly crushing on him. A year out of high school and a week since you finally got the courage to tell Eddie how you felt about him, you’ve started to feel better about sex. Sure, you could count the number of times you two have fucked on one hand, but you hadn’t faked a moan once in the past week, or wished that your partner would just hurry up and cum already.

But something felt different this time. Just a little bit off. Perhaps it was from the lack of effort on your part, a fact you were quick to acknowledge. You spent the entire day in a haze, moving through the usual motions without feeling much at all. Working a shift at the video store, picking up and unpacking the groceries at your house, and laying in bed before it was a decent time to head over to Eddies.

You initiated it, though the way you went about it was different from the past two times. You stripped while he was grabbing something from the kitchen, surprising him on your hands and knees with your ass in the air, before asking him to fuck you.

Eddie’s hips come to a halt, pulling you from your thoughts. You look back at him in confusion, frowning when you see his furrowed brow. His face relaxes in a forceful way once you meet his eyes, and he rubs his hand over the small of your back before pulling out. 

Wincing at the sudden emptiness, you push yourself up until you’re off your hands and just on your knees. His arms wrap around your waist instantly, keeping you close to him.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie leans forward, pressing his chest to your back and nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck. “Are we feeling alright?”

“Of course.” You reply without giving it a second thought, to which he gives your neck a little kiss.

“I know you too well for that.” He murmurs, stroking your waist affectionately. “You don’t need to lie for my sake.”

You shrug, ignoring the frog in your throat. It’s stupid, you tell yourself, to be getting choked up over common decency. Eddie’s not a piece of shit, and depsite his ‘fuck the world’ attitude, he’s one of the sweetest guy’s you’ve ever met.

“You know I won’t be mad if you want to stop, right?” His words are so soft, you have to believe them.

But you don’t wanna stop, you like him touching you. If you asked him, you know he’d be more than down to just cuddle. He’s spent hours holding you before, talking about D&D or his band, distracting you from the worries on your mind. But you don’t want to stop this- cuddling isn’t the type of closeness you crave right now.

Maybe you weren’t feeling horny when you propositioned him, but you did want to have sex. You like feeling close to him, knowing that it’s you he’s getting pleasure from. So you shake your head.

“I don’t wanna stop.”

“Alrighty.” He leaves a gentle kiss underneath your ear before putting his hand on your back, applying enough pressure to let you know he wants you back in the same position. 

You follow easily, and are rewarded by Eddie’s calloused fingertips tracing down your spine, making your back arch into his touch reflexively. His hands come to curl around your waist once more, and he lets out an appreciative groan as he squeezes the rolls he finds.

“Have I ever told you how hot you are?” He squeezes you tight before flipping you over with a frankly surprising burst of strength. Now on your back, you squeak in a very dignified manner before laughing.

“Hey.” He smiles down at you with his head tilted to the side, and his eyes all doe-like and sweet. It makes your heart flutter in a way you’ve never felt before, and something good twinges in your stomach.

“Hey yourself.”

With one arm to prop himself up, Eddie lowers himself down above you. His free hand dips from your waist, trailing down your stomach, and only stops when he reaches your mound. Without hesitation, Eddie presses two of his fingers just to the left of your dick, beginning to massage gentle circles.

It’s not right where you need it, but you can’t help but want to reward him for his efforts. You let out a tiny moan, something high, with a perfect pitch.

Judging from the look on his face, Eddie doesn’t buy it for a second.

With his other hand, he takes yours and brings it down, guiding it to his wrist. 

“Show me what you need.” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Show me how to make you feel good.”

You swallow the lump in your throat before guiding his hand to a more favorable position. When he begins to rub against your sweet spot, you breathe out a puff of happy air.

“Yeah?” He breathes, staring down at your face with wide eyes, taking in every twitch of your facial muscles. “Right there?”

You groan, face heating up from the way he’s making you feel. You turn your head to the side, trying to hide in the pillow as he pleasures you. Earlier you got a little wet, but it was nothing compared to this.

“I can tie a cherry-stem with my tongue.” Eddie brushes his lips against your ear. “Wanna see?”

You turn your head back quickly, eyes wide. Eddie only chuckles, leaving a scalding kiss on your throat before moving down your body.

“Or maybe my sweetheart doesn’t need to see.” He’s between your thighs now, hiking your knees up and tossing them over his shoulders. “He wants to feel it, right?”

Eddie’s tongue feels extraordinarily soft against your folds, lapping at you lazily as he stares up at you, his eyes half-lidded. You don’t know which is more sultry, the look on his face or the way he’s moving his tongue. When he spreads you open with his thumbs and presses his tongue to your slit, you groan, fingernails digging into the mattress below

“Tastes so sweet.” He moans as he pulls back, and you huff in response. Eddie’s head moves back down, but instead of the delicious warmth from before, you feel a nip at your inner thigh.

A noise of irritation bubbles in your throat as you look down at him, but he only smiles up at you before going back to sucking a hickey onto your skin.

“Eddie.” You moan after a few minutes pass by, with him perfectly content on decorating your thighs with bruises.

“Hmm?” He hums, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy dog. “What’s up?”

“Eddie. C’mon…”

He waits a few moments for you to finish your request, but you can’t find the nerve to do it. It’s harder to ask for things when you’re spread open for him, already feeling vulnerable beneath him.

“If you want something, you’re going to have to do me a favor.” 

It’s your turn to tilt your head, raising an eyebrow down at his smirk. His classic ‘up to no good’ face.

“You’re going to use your words for me.” Eddie has the audacity to laugh when you groan, covering your face with your hands to hide your look of mortification. “If you don’t tell me how you want it, I can’t give it to you.”

“You’re a sadist.”

“Guilty as charged.” Eddie sends a shit-eating grin your way, and you can’t help but crack a smile in return. “Now, how can I be of service?”

“I…” You begin, your throat suddenly incredibly dry. “I want…” Cutting yourself off with another groan, you squeeze your eyes shut, unwilling to look at him while asking. “Go down on me.” You manage, your syllables running together into one long word instead of a sentence.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite get that. Would my liege mind repeating his request?”

You whimper, torn between wanting to curse him and needing his tongue back against you.

“Eds, please. I need you.”

“How?” Eddie’s question sounds more like a demand, his voice taking on a darker quality.

You pull your hands away from your face and look down. It’s nearly hard to meet his gaze with the intensity in his eyes, and the way he’s looking at you makes you shiver. Even though you were the one telling him what to do, he still gave the aura of being in complete control.

“Your mouth.”

“Gonna need more than that, sweetheart.”

“I… I need your mouth on me.” You wince, embarrassed by the way your voice trembled. He raised a single brow, his wet lips arched into a smirk, and you can’t help but weave one of your hands into his curls. “Please eat me out, Eds.”

Your words must be enough because just as suddenly as he stopped, he’s leaning back down to lap at your core. 

“Fuck.” You moan as he suctions his lips around your engorged dick, and buck your hips as he twirls his tongue against it. 

He pulls back, but keeps his mouth close enough to you that you don’t worry he’ll stop.

“You can pull my hair, you know.”

As Eddie returns his attention to you, you give his hair a gentle tug.

“Do you like that?” You ask, just a touch breathlessly.

He nods against you, moaning softly and making your hips twitch up to meet the delicious vibrations. 

Eddie explores you completely with his tongue, eating you out like a starving man at a buffet. It’s almost too much, how quickly you build up to reach your climax, that you find yourself pushing at his shoulder to stave off what might be over in five minutes.

“T-Touch yourself. While you eat me out, I want you to touch yourself.” You swallow back your nerves. “Please, you sound so good when you moan.”

His eyes are completely glazed over as he lifts his hips up a bit, just enough to sneak his hand down to his cock, and starts fucking down into it without hesitation.

You stare down at him in awe, watching as his brow furrows together, his breath coming out in shallow pants as you both climb closer to the edge. His mouth is back on you immediately, messing up your plans on staving off your orgasm by flicking his tongue just right. 

With your eyes rolled back, and your mouth hung open, you ride out your orgasm against his mouth. He doesn’t stop after you finish, lapping at you desperately even as the other over stimulation makes you yank at his hair.

“So much,” You rasp out, giving his hair a particularly hard pull.

He comes with a whimper, tongue buried inside your hole, his dark eyelashes fluttering prettily. You watch as his hips move a few more times before stopping, and he moves his head up to rest on your stomach.

Eddie whines when you touch his hair, petting the top of his curls as he nuzzles against your skin. 

“Thank you,” He murmurs, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Darling,” You say, spreading your legs. “Do you want me?”

He groans, his hips thrusting forward against the mattress. “You know I do.”

“Then prove it.” You hook your thumbs into the sides of your boxers and pull them down, revealing your groin. “C‘mon Danny,” You encourage, your voice a fraction away from being mocking. “Be a good boy.”

The glint in his eyes is nearly as deadly as his knife, but the smirk on his lips means you haven’t pushed him too far. Yet. 

“You want me to be a good boy?” He asks, voice dripping with faux sweetness. “Want me to be real good for you, daddy?”

Your breath stutters in your chest as he leans forward, his pursed lips surrounding your already erect cock. His tongue presses at the underside of you, only applying the slightest amount of pressure as he suckles, his eyes never leaving yours as he stares up at you.

Having Danny on his knees like this… looking up at you with those wide, dark eyes… It makes butterflies fill your stomach in a way you’ve never felt before. It makes you want to take him by the hair, hold him right where you want him, maybe even wrap your hand around his throat and-

You gasp as he pushes your foreskin back with his tongue, before swirling around your entire length. He bobs his head, increasing his suction, leaving you desperately reaching for his hair, grabbing onto it for some sort of stability as your knees begin to shake. 

He pulls back by a fraction, his lips still touching you as he speaks. “You like that?” He asks, a growl ebbing away and his voice. “Come on Daddy, tell your good boy how much you like his tongue on your cock.”

“Y-Yeah,” You manage, curling your hand through his dark strands. “Yeah baby, fuck. So good, doing so fucking good for me.”

If you were a crueler man (or if you were Danny), you would’ve pointed out the darkness that spread across his face, flushing up his nose and the apples of his cheeks. Maybe you would have even made fun of him for it. Instead, you look down at him with a love so fond it aches, and drift your hand down to stroke the side of his cheek.

“Perfect, perfect, perfect.” You hum. The praise is like gasoline, revving Danny up and making his motions faster.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak, coming with an open, silent mouth as Danny works you through your bliss.

“Amazing,” You groan, combing your fingers through Danny’s hair. You can still hear the slick sound of his hand on his cock, and you can’t help but smile. “C’mere, let daddy take care of you.”