#perv!eddie

Eddie knows he’s gross, but he just can’t stop. He knows it’s wrong and that if you’ll find out you won’t wanna talk to him any longer. But he still gives in every time.

Such as right know. He is elbow deep into your clothing hamper trying to steal a dirty pair of panties. He’s not proud of his actions, but when he feels that soft lace touch his fingertips, all of his regrets go away.

‘Bingo’ he thought.

You were downstairs getting two coke zeros for the both of you, oblivious to what he’s doing. He retracted his arm and saw that the lace garment was a beautiful tiny pink g-string. And it had definitely been worn.

This was the seventh pair he’d taken from your room. Two of them were unworn, he just liked how they looked, but the other five were used by you. Once he made sure you weren’t standing in the doorway, catching him being a creep, he slowly brought the garment up to his nose. Closed his eyes and inhaled through his nostrils

“f-fuck” he whimpered.

It smelled exactly like you. Sweet and musky. He’d sniffed enough panties to know down to the last detail how you smelled. Eddie exhaled through a loud sigh. He’s bringing that one home for sure. He doesn’t exactly know why you haven’t noticed that all of your pretty lingerie has been going missing, or maybe you just don’t want to admit it to your best friend.

He put the panties in the back pocket of his jeans and lifted himself up to stand upright again. Just then he hears the wood of the stairs creak, indicating that you’re coming upstairs.

“Hey Teddie, we only had regular coke, hope that alright!” You shouted, loud enough for the whole house to hear.

“Uhh yeah sure it’s fine!” He froze.

Eddie panicked. The hamper lid was still on the floor, his sleeve is all rolled up, his hair is frizzy from adrenaline. He rushed to fix it all in 2 seconds and practically ran to sit on your bed again, the position he was in when you left. Just when he thought his hair looked normal frizzy again instead of electrocuted frizzy, you walked through the door.

“Watcha doin’?” You asked, in a very teasing, sultry voice. You were wearing the shortest pajama shorts know to man, and a tank top that almost had your boobs spilling out. You had a slight blush on your face from running up the stairs. Eddie thought it was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen.

“Were you being gross?” You joked. But Eddie’s face dropped.

“W-what, no why, why would you think that?” He tried his best to sound nonchalant and chill, but he just miserably failed. He fidgeted with his rings, a telltale sign that he was nervous.

“God Teddie, I’m just messing with you” you smiled. You set the cokes down on your nightstand and climbed to sit on your bed. “You’re so cute.” Your finger booped his nose, he just watched in horror. Absolutely terrified you caught him snatching and smelling your undies.

“Anyways do you wanna watch a movie?” You gave him the can and broke yours open. Eddie anxiously gulped half the thing before answering you. “Yeah sure what d’you have in mind?” He sat upright in your bed, and you only crawled closer to him. You settled down laying sideways next to him, resting your head on your hand palm.

“I rented this really scary looking horror movie at the video store, Robin recommended it to me, but I’m too scared to watch it on my own.”

If Eddie didn’t know any better he’d think you were flirting with him, but you were just always like this. Charismatic and sweet. It killed him.

“Yeah sure let’s do it.” he nodded. He loved watching scary movies with you, because you always crawled on top of him and made little whimper noises when you were scared. He’d imagine that he was letting make those noises. He’s got it bad for you.

You took the tape out of the Family Video bag and put it in your tv. You bent at an angle that made Eddie even harder in his jeans. You tiny shorts were riding up your ass, and he practically saw everything. He needed to quickly find a pillow to put over his lap, or else he’ll have to endure the horribly awkward conversation of why he had a boner.

You crawled back into the bed, where Eddie was lying. “You’ll protect me right Teddie?” You tried your hardest to pout at him and not burst into laughter. Little did you know that looking up at him with pleading eyes did not help his little situation.

You settled in by his side, your legs over his stomach. Your head was resting on his heaving chest, you were so close that he could smell your shampoo. It was making his mind go hazy.

After about 30 minutes into the movie, it was getting really creepy and you wanted to be even closer to Eddie. You mindlessly put your socked feet over his crotch. He removed the pillow a while ago when he thought his erection wasn’t that noticeable anymore. He had to do math equations in his head in order not to focus on having the best view ever of your cleavage.

A very sudden jumpscare came up, you whimpered and buried your face further into his chest. Your soles were rubbing together on his half hard cock. You didn’t even notice. But god did Eddie wanna throw you on the bed and make you give him a foot job. He just wants to suck on them and make them all wet and good for stroking his thick cock.

Eddie really had to steady his breathing before it became seriously noticeable.

“Jeez, why do they have to make these movies so gross and bloody.”

“Yeah, mhmm.” Eddie grunted while squeezing his eyes closed in order to keep his moans in his throat. Your cute frilly socks were still grinding on his cock, and he has had enough. 10 more seconds of this and he’ll actually cum in his boxers like a loser.

You noticed his chest completely stopped moving, you turned your head back and asked him

“Honey, you okay? You’re flaring up a bit..” your voice was so sweet with concern, it killed him.

“Yeah absolutely, just uh, gotta take a leak!” He awkwardly laughed. You paused the movie on the remote and moved away from his body.

“Okay well, if you don’t feel right you can tell me.” Your brows furrowed, thinking he was actually getting a bit sick based on his flushed, sweaty forehead and his irregular breathing.

Eddie jumped up from the bed and almost ran to your bathroom. He locked the door and left you confused on the bed.

He unbuttoned his pants, and took his boxers off with them, his angry red leaking cock springing free.

“Oh shit..” he whined. His hand grabbed at his shaft immediately, knuckles gliding along the skin. His thumb slid over his oozing slit, he choked back a moan. He kept thinking about your tits in that top, they looked so fucking delicious and they say so pretty. God he wants to fuck you so bad, it’s making him go delusional. He imagines your pretty pussy, all wet and eager for him. You on your back holding your spread knees. He wants to make you his, get you knocked up with his child. Watch your tits get swollen and your belly bigger and bigger. Fuck, he’d suck on those breasts like his life depended on it.

His hand kept stroking faster each second that passed, he was so worked up, he’d cum in two minutes. He’s hunched over the toilet bowl so that he wouldn’t make a mess. All he’d have to do was think about your ass in those micro shorts, and one, two, three strokes, and he’d be at the verge of cumming. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and let his hand go at an incredible speed.

A bit back moan escaped his throat and hot white spurts came spilling out of his thick cock. He hoped so badly that you didn’t hear the slapping of his balls against his thighs or his pornographic moans that were a little too loud. After his high came down he washed his hands and put his dick away in his blue checkered boxers. His erection never fully went away, he was still half hard. Even after the incredible orgasm he just had.

Eddie was so relieved, but now he’d have to go back and face you again. This certainly wasn’t the first time he jerked off in your bathroom, or in your house even. One time he snuck through your window, thinking you were home. He wanted to hang out with you and maybe even sleep over. But he remembered that you’d told him that that evening you were actually out with some friends at a party. So when he realized the house was empty, he took his chance to snoop through your room quiet and undisturbed. That’s how he got his fifth pair of your panties and your almost empty perfume bottle.

But when snooping through you vanity, he opened the drawers and say the dirtiest nude Polaroid he’d ever seen. His eyes lit up at the sight of your bare tits bunched up in your hand palms. Your lips were so plump and full, it looked like you’d taken the picture yourself, maybe for some guy you liked. Your skin was glowing due to the flash of the camera, you looked like a goddess. He figured you’d really notice if that was gone, but that didn’t mean you’d notice if Eddie jacked off to it.

He wanted to find something to rub off to, maybe some random clothing item, or your favorite lotion. Thats when he spotted your decorative bed pillows. They were soft and pink, the perfect thing to grind himself against. And so he did, it was the best orgasm of his life. He came all over his hand and some drops spilled on the pillow but they weren’t so noticeable. He just left it there, didn’t care to clean it up. After that he took your panties and perfume and went home.

Eddie twisted the lock on the bathroom door, the sound caught your attention. Your eyes went from the ceiling to the door in a split second. Eddie came out of the door like nothing happened in there. He still looked a little flushed, but then again you believed that was because he was ‘sick’.

“Hey hon, you okay?” You twisted your body to his direction, and looked at him with a pout.

“Of course, yeah no uhm, I just had to empty my stomach in there. You were right, I was sick!” He told you nervously.

Eddie came back into bed with you, and finished the movie together. When he got home later in the evening, he jerked off 4 more times just thinking of how delicious you looked tonight. Thinking of his best friend.

A few days later you went over to Eddies trailer, you promised him you’d make him some actual dinner and sleep over. He opened the door to find you with two large grocery bags full of fresh food and actual edible things.

“Okay what’d you think of lasagne with a veggie soup on the side?” You questioned, no idea if he’d even like that. Eddie was caught by surprise, because you’d usually say at least hello, but you just dove right in with the questions.

“That sounds delicious babe.” He let you in and closed the door. He thought you were just so cute, afraid of him not liking lasagne or soup, when all he ate for dinner the past year has been microwaved noodles with ketchup. It’s really sad actually.

The plastic bags banged on the counter when you slammed them on the counter. “Sorry they’re just really heavy, god. Okay, uhm, can I maybe take a shower. Sorry, it’s just that I’m really sweaty and it’s so hot out. I just feel gross.” You had a difficult look on your face.

Eddies eyes widened, you, talking a shower, at his house?! This must’ve been heaven or something. Flabbergasted, he answered

“Of course go right ahead. Y-you know where everything is so, yeah of course!” He couldn’t even speak normally, you must think he’s such a loser.

“Thank you Teddie!” You skipped right over to him, grabbed his face and kissed him on his pink cheek. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move. Eyes widened like dinner plates, he watched you walk to his bathroom.

You were halfway through the doorway and remembered to say

“Oh Eds? Could you please put the necessary things in the fridge please?” You rested your chin on your shoulder and pouted.

“Will do! Oh and the towels are in the cabinet to your right.” He added.

You smiled sweetly and locked the door. Eddie rolled his eyes over how incredibly stupid he was, why did he stutter so much, why didn’t he offer you some clean clothes? He just started putting stuff away when he heard the shower turn on. The walls were thin, so you could hear every little thing that was going on in the trailer. That certainly was fun for Eddie when Wayne was home…

He did his best to not think about you, being naked, in his home. Fuck, the thought of it made him so horny. His boxers already began feeling tight. He walked past the bathroom door to go to his room, but he noticed the door was slightly open, steam running out.

Shit did you forget to lock the door, or was it on purpose?

Eddie retraced his steps back to the bathroom door, he was only going to close it for you! His hand grabbed the brassy doorknob with every intention to close the door. Then he saw the outline of your silhouette through the mirror, the sunlight from the window shining down on you. The sun rays reflecting off your wet skin. He quickly averted his eyes, lust running through his body. You hadn’t noticed that he was just outside the bathroom, lurking at you.

‘One last peek, then I’ll leave’ he thought.

He looked back up at you, your gorgeous figure. He was so in love with you, his ultimate dream girl. His eyes were stuck on you like a shoe that stepped in gum.

Your hands were running down your thighs, lathered with soap bubbles. His bodywash, his signature scent, that you were rubbing all over yourself. All of you, smelling like him, your pussy too probably. His tip leaking at the sight.

His hand was leaning on the door too hard, so much that the wooden door creaked under his touch. You jumped at the sudden sound, clutching the shower curtain a little. Afraid that Wayne had come home and saw you naked.

“E-Eddie?” You gulped.

Eddie cleared his throat before answering.

“Hey, sorry, yeah it’s, it’s um me! Shit.” He stuttered. Fuck, he’d been caught, you know he’s a creep and a pervert. And you’ll never wanna talk to him ever again now!

“Oh dear god it’s just you, what’s up?” You sighed with enormous relief. You just continued cleansing yourself with the sandalwood shower gel.

Eddie didn’t know what to say, he most certainly did not have a good reason to be there so he had to make something up, quickly.

“I didn’t spy on you!” he laughed nervously. “I just wanted to ask if you…if you got any clean clothes to wear?” He spoke shyly. His face still behind the door. The window was fogging up so he couldn’t read your expression at all.

“Jeez Ed’s, just come in, I don’t bite!” You replied. You didn’t really care if he saw you naked, so what?

“W-what? You want me, to come inside?” He’s jaw was on the floor in disbelief. One of his biggest dreams was becoming a reality. He didn’t wanna to waste this opportunity. Even saying that sentence could mean something so much better in a different context.

Eddie was about to push the door open and reveal you to his eyes once again, but he realized he had a major hard on.

“nononononoooo go away!” he shout-whispered at his cock. It was way too obvious to go by unnoticed, he couldn’t show himself like this. And that’s when Eddie Munson made thee hardest decision in his life, pun intended.

“No it’s fine, I’ll just stay out here, it’s uhm soooo hot in there, with all the, steam and stuff.” The longer he talked the smaller his voice got. This was probably the only time you’d ever agree to let him see you bare. And he fucked it up.

“Oh sure, can you just grab me a shirt then? Thanks!” You said, confused as to why he was talking so weird. You shrugged it off like he was having a heatstroke or something.

“Yep!” He sighed, disappointed in himself. He needed to make his boner go away quickly, otherwise you’d maybe walk in on him. He threw a random black band tee on the sink, still standing in the hallway. “Thank you darling” you replied.

When Eddie got back in his room, he immediately closed the door behind him and undid the buttons from his jeans. Palming himself through his already wet boxers, damp from precum that oozed out.

“Oh f-fucking hell” he moaned. He slid the boxers to his thighs and took his cock in his large hand. With his left hand he opened his bedside drawer and fumbled around, until his fingers touched the bottle of your lotion. The sweet vanilla cherry scent filling his nostrils. That was his absolute favorite scent in the world. He squirted some onto his shaft and sat back on his pillows. Eddie stroke his cock with amazing speed, just the way he liked. Drops of the lotion flung onto his chest and belly, his throat producing the most lewd sounds imaginable. He tried his damn best to stay quiet, but it was so hard when all he could think about was you.

You turned the shower off, the heat was getting to you too now, stepping onto the ragged bath towel on the damp floor. You took a big towel out of the cabinet and wrapped it around yourself. You took your time, when you suddenly heard the strangest sounds from the hallway. A grunting like noise, it was probably Eddie doing something. You put your old panties back on again and the shirt Eddie threw in the sink. You let your hair loose from the bun you put on your head. You walked to Eddies room, pushing the door open, he sat upright on his very messy bed. Again having that rosy flushed tint on his cute face.

He wanted to say something to you, but the words just couldn’t come out of his mouth. He saw you, in his shirt, with no pants on whatsoever. Only those teeny tiny pink panties. He felt his heart beating so intensely at the view. The filthy images flashing through his mind. He wanted to lick your pussy so bad, he wanted to smell you, have you sit on his face, have you whining underneath his touch, all your juices getting on his chin and his nose. He would let you have the best orgasm you’ve ever had. He was still so painfully hard, he didn’t get to finish jacking off because he heard you come in. So pent up, the tears were prickling in his eyes.

“Thanks for letting me use your shower Teddie.” You walked over to his bed.

Oh he loved when you called him that, you started calling him that after he won you that stupid teddy bear from the fair that held a heart in its arms saying ‘I love you!’ You gave him a kiss on his cheek that day, he’ll never forget that. He always imagined you rubbing your pussy onto the teddy when you were horny, thinking of him as you do so. Riding it till you squirted all over it, god he was a creep.

“I gotta use the bathroom, I’ll be right back!” He spoke with raised eyebrows and wide eyes. He took the duvet off of his lap and walked as fast as he could past you, not wanting you to see his boner.

Startled by his actions you replied “oh uh okay?!” He was gone in the blink of an eye, only hearing the lock of the bathroom door. He was going straight back in with what he started. The rapid movement of his wrist made his head jerk back in pleasure. His mind kept going back to your beautiful tits, they were so cute, fuck he wanted to suck on them so bad. He wanted to latch his lips onto your nipples and lick them into oblivion. Eddie had a massive breeding fetish, it was one of his bigger kinks.

Meanwhile, you still stood innocently in his room, looking around for something to do in the meantime. You played with the hair tie on your wrist, a habit you had when you began growing bored. You twisted it between your index finger and your thumb, then it slipped out of your grip and fell onto the carpet just under Eddie’s bed. You groaned in annoyance, sitting on your knees to go pick it up. Your hands wandered blindly underneath his bed, feeling empty cans, a stray guitar pick, a singular sock, and a magazine. Curious and bored you slid it out from under the bedframe, you turned it around to reveal it being a Playboy. The model on the cover was very pretty but you know why Eddie has that dirty mag, the little pervert.

“No way” you giggled. You flicked the shiny vinyl cover, to look at the other pages. There were a lot of different women in the magazine. But one thing stuck out to you, the main focus was a lady that looked a little like you. The same hair color and texture. Same eyes, the way you did your makeup. Same cup size, same bone structure. Odd coincidence.

“Oh my god.” You heard from behind you, your back turned to him. You flung your head around, like you’d just been caught of doing a crime. You tried your hardest to not laugh. Eddie stood in the doorway, beet red, he didn’t know what to do with himself. You had just seen his porn mag, with your doppelgänger on the pages.

“Oh Teddie it’s fine, I won’t judge!” You smiled, amused at his embarrassment. “I just have one question…” you asked while standing up, facing him.

Oh god oh god, this was it. This the moment he’ll die from shame. You were definitely going to ask him why the woman looks like you, you’re gonna know he loves likes you! You walked seductively over to him, hands behind your back. Eddie was still frozen in place.

“Why are the pages sticky?” You bit your bottom lip while trying not to laugh at him. You failed.

“Oh come on y/n!” He immediately said, annoyed. But so so so relieved you didn’t say what he thought you were going to.

“No come on I wanna know!” You giggled, tickling his sides.

“Nuh uh, stop that!” He shouted. He turned around, stumbling into his bed frame. He fell onto his mattress trying to avoid your bullying hands. You cackled loudly, Eddie was so much fun to tease. He crawled up to the side of the bed, hitting the wall with his back. You never stopped tickling him, you could see him wanting to look angry but ultimately giving up and giggling. Eddie kept begging to stop, but inside he loved this. You were actually touching him, in any way, shape or form was literal heaven for him.

You crawled on top of his lap sitting right on his dick. It had just gone to being soft again, but this was really not helping his gross brain.

“You’re such a pervert Eddie!” You screamed through your giggles.

That he was and he loved it.

You were so perfect. His best friend.

tags! bow divider @/dollywons

You go to the college in town and you seem so cool and smart. So sophisticated and polished. He knows a girl like you would never settle for a wannabe-rockstar mechanic who sells drugs on the side and drives an old beat-up Chevy van.

As far as Eddie can tell, you don’t seem very impressed by him or anything he might have to offer. In fact, every time you’ve caught him staring at you from across the room, you’ve let out a loud huff and stuck your nose in the air before storming off, leaving an enchanting trail of perfume in your wake.

He knows he needs to stop.

But the way that pleated hem furls around your upper thighs is so enticing. He can’t tear his eyes away from how the cotton shifts with each sway of your hips as you march past where he’s sitting on the couch, grumbling under your breath about your brother and his annoying, “lame-wad” friends.

Sometimes he imagines bending you over on that couch, flipping up that little skirt and making you whimper his name, satiny stocking-covered thighs quivering as you beg him for more. And he’s not a cruel guy, he’d give you what you want—gathering the soft, pleated material in his fist to use as leverage for each deep thrust, only pulling out once he’d had his fill then stroking himself over your back to decorate those pretty frills with his cum.

Or maybe he’d get you to sit on his face so you could smother him with your pussy, your sticky sweetness running down his chin while you’d ride his nose and tongue with abandon, the frilly edges of your skirt tickling his forehead and neck.

He feels a little guilty sometimes for thinking those kind of thoughts about you. Knows he shouldn’t fantasize about his good friend’s sister, but in truth, it’s not really hurting anyone. In the palace of his mind he’s free to pretend that he’s the lucky guy who gets to have you in all of the filthy ways he imagines—it’s the only way he’ll ever get what he wants.

He knows it’s just a dream.

One evening while the rest of Hellfire Club is occupied in your basement, Eddie wanders upstairs with the excuse that he needs to use the washroom. He purposely takes his time as he passes by your bedroom, pausing to listen to the muted rhythm of the music that’s drifting through your door.

He breathes in deep, certain he can smell your perfume—then nearly jumps out of his skin when you fling open the door at that very moment, wearing a short tennis skirt with his favorite lace-topped thigh-high stockings, appraising him with a pair of gorgeous, narrowed eyes.

He smiles despite his nerves, big brown eyes widening with interest while trying to peek over your shoulder at all of the pink and frilly lace behind you.

“You wanna show me your room, Princess?”

He can’t resist teasing you, fighting a smirk by biting the inside of his cheek in a way that makes your stomach flip—he doesn’t know it but you’ve been thinking about him too.

A few weekends before you had accompanied some of your girlfriends to a local dive bar where, to your surprise, Eddie’s metal band had been playing a live set. The whole time you’d stood in the back, mesmerized, watching with wonder as he wailed on his guitar. Ever since that night you’ve been curious about what other magic those fingers might perform—plus you’re tired of being responsible and studying non-stop for your upcoming finals.

You need a little fun.

So instead of scoffing and rolling your eyes like you usually do when you catch his wandering gaze trailing down to your barely covered thighs, you grab him by the collar of his battle vest and give him your sweetest smile.

“Sure, you want a tour?”

When he nods, shocked into silence for once, you walk him backwards into your room pulling him along by the collar and then slamming the door shut behind you once you’re safely inside.

The younger guys are still in the basement and well-occupied, so Eddie knows the two of you have some time at your disposal before anyone notices he’s missing—not that he really cares in the moment.

Your kisses are hot. Searing his lips. You kiss like you’ve been holding it in for far too long, tongue swirling with an urgency that makes him wonder if you want to eat him alive.

Wasting no time, you push him down onto the bed and when he falls, gently bouncing onto his back, you move to undo your skirt.

“Wait!” He holds up a hand to make you stop, not about to let his hopes and dreams escape his grasp so easily. “Can you leave it on? The stockings too.”

You raise a curious eyebrow, but oblige. Wiggling your panties down your legs instead and tossing them onto the floor before giving him a questioning grin. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that.” He lets out a throaty growl of approval before undoing his belt in a rush, flinging his pants and boxers across the room in his haste.

He’s dreamed of having you so many times and in so many different ways, he’s not entirely sure how he wants to have you first. It’s almost overwhelming.

Taking the lead, you climb over his reclined form and straddle his naked waist with your soft socked thighs, reaching down to stroke his cock, cooing at how big and pretty he is.

“Eddie—oh my God.”

Pride flushes his chest as you lean over to let a long trail of spit land on his head then use your hand to spread it up and down his shaft. Up and down. Slow, deliberate strokes.

When you reach with your other hand to play with his balls, he lets out a long lingering moan. He's pretty sure he's going to explode if you don’t fuck him soon—but he tries to sound a bit more restrained when urges you on.

“W-we don't have much time.”

Nodding, you move to sink down on his cock but he shakes his messy head in desperation.

“Can you do it the other way? Wanna see your ass in that skirt.”

“Ew, you're such a perv,” you tease, giggling as you turn yourself around, looking back at him over your shoulder. “You mean like this?”

“Hmm, yeah.” With a satisfied hum he reaches up to bunch the material a bit higher around your waist to watch while you sink down on him slowly, giving yourself enough time to adjust to his size.

“Fuck—” he chokes. “You’re so fuckin' hot.”

The way the soft folds of your skirt frame the curve of your ass looks so good he could cry. He bites his lip, watching as you lower yourself onto him, splitting your warm, dripping pussy open on his cock. All those thick inches sinking deep inside and glistening with your juices as you start to bounce, keeping your whimpers soft and quiet so no one can hear.

The danger of being caught is turning both of you on.

After a short while of rocking and grinding on him in the way you need to get yourself off, you let out an involuntary moan.

“Mmm…l'm gonna cum,” you whimper so low he can barely hear you, but soon enough your body tells the tale.

“Fuck—feels so good,” he grits out as your warm walls start to pulse around him, milking him for all he's worth. He's grabbing onto you anywhere he can grasp while you roll your hips, riding him faster in an effort to chase your high. You're biting down on your hand to keep from being too loud, but he can still hear your muffled cries.

He's so lost in the heaven of your pussy that he almost forgets himself and cums inside, but at the last second he manages to lift you up to pull out just in time. Then he’s groaning under his breath as he strokes himself to completion, watching his cum land in pearly spurts all over your skirt, marking up those cute little frills just the way he’s dreamed of doing so many times in his fantasies.

Finally content, he closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh of satisfaction, but his peace is shattered when he hears you hiss under your breath,

“Eddie...what the hell? This skirt is polysilk blend!”

Still adrift on his post-orgasm bliss, he just smiles at your aggravation. “Don’t worry, it'll come out...trust me.”

You roll your eyes as you climb off him and start to search for your panties on the floor.

“So uh, this,” he stumbles over his words, gesturing between you. “You think we can do this again sometime? Maybe?”

He swallows hard, suddenly nervous.

To his relief, you shrug after tossing him his jeans. “Sure, why not? I don't have any plans Saturday night.”

He nods eagerly, watching as you slip off your soiled skirt to search in your closet for something else to wear. “Yeah, cool. Maybe you can come over to my place? Less risky and all...”

His voice trails off a second before an idea brings a smile to his face. “I get paid in a couple days, so maybe I can take you shopping? Get you another skirt to make up for before?”

You look at him, surprised. “Really? You'd do that?”

“Yeah, of course.” He smiles, feeling a bit sheepish as he stands up to fumble with his zipper. “I mean, if we're going to do this again, it might be a good idea for us to get a couple spares?”

note: he’s such a cute perv ♡ thanks for reading!

read more about these two here

also just to be clear, when i refer to reader as “perfect” in my writing that doesn’t mean reader looks any particular way, but that reader (you) looks perfect in eddie’s eyes <3

Eddie watches you fiddle with your fingers, then the hem of your skirt. You’re so worried Jason will somehow find out, but you’d rather risk that than get yelled at for failing to pick up the goods.

“No, of course not, angel,” he assures, tilting his head to catch your concerned gaze—god, he’s so hard. 

“A–And it’s not…um…I’ll still be a virgin if we do it…”

A wicked grin spreads across his face—you can’t even say the words; he’s going to have so much fun with you. Jason should’ve never trusted The Freak with his girl. 

“In the ass?” he finishes, relishing the little flinch you give at his lewd words. “Yeah, baby. You know…I’m surprised you’ve never heard of it before.” 

His light tone eases your worries—this is no big deal, just a…well, a deal.

“All the girls do it ‘cause they wanna stay virtuous for their future husbands,” he waves his hands in the air, mocking the meaningless word. Yeah, the girls of Hawkins are pretty virtuous. Taking it up the ass six ways to Sunday—that’ll get God to notice them, alright. “Just like you. You’ll still be all proper and…intact.” 

His cock jumps in his pants at the idea that you’ll be any sort of ‘intact’ once he’s done with you. He feels like a predator luring prey into a trap—he’s never been harder. 

“O–Okay. As long as…I just wanna give it to…someone I love,” you say shyly, almost embarrassed by the sentiment of saving yourself. You’re not quite sure if Jason is that someone, but he’s enough company for now.

It takes everything in Eddie not to growl at the way you’re like a little lamb, or an unblemished fruit, ripe for the taking. Closing the space between you, he peels off his jacket, smirking as your wide eyes follow his every move.

Once he lays the material down on the wooden bench of the old picnic table behind you, he gently guides you to kneel on the cushioned spot. Your heart flutters at the realization that he wants you to be comfortable. He’s so nice—you really don’t understand why Jason’s always so mean to him.

With a large, warm hand between your shoulder blades, he guides you down to lean onto the table. “Have you ever done anything before, angel?” 

Your face heats up at the intrusive question. Despite your current position, the answer feels more revealing. “Um…one time I let Jason touch me, b–but that’s–that’s about it.”

With your attention on the naked trees in front of you and the faintest glimpse of the school in the distance, he reacts freely—rolling his eyes back, looking to the sky, and thanking every obscure force and deity for the plentiful bounty they've so delicately placed in his grasp. Once he’s collected himself, Eddie probes for more information while he gently lifts your pleated skirt to rest on your lower back.

“Touch you where?” he asks, before shoving a strained, white knuckle into his mouth, biting as hard as he can when he sees your pretty pink panties. And there, between your plush thighs, like a sneak peek of heaven, a delicious wet spot taunts him, perfectly accentuating your folds and calling his name. 

Torn from his reverie, Eddie doesn’t expect the haphazard motion you make to your breasts pressed against the wood. He really thought Jason ‘The Creep’ Carver would’ve done more than just grope you—like make you suck him off or at least finger bang you underneath the bleachers, as is custom amongst your kind. 

“Just there?” 

You nod, “Yeah, I didn’t really wanna go any further. He was upset at me for a week after that…” 

Your voice, soft and soaked in shame, makes Eddie grit his teeth. Par for the course with Carver, but what really makes his jaw clench with barely restrained need is the idea that you didn’t let your boyfriend of two years go any further than second base. And yet….here you are, about to let the town freak blow through all the bases and fuck your ass. This is, without a doubt, the best day of his whole fucking life. 

“Well, I’m sure he’ll be very happy with you when you bring ‘im his fix. You ready, sweetheart?” His fingers wrap around the elastic waistband of your panties, slowly pulling the flimsy material down. As your soaked folds desperately cling to the fabric, he struggles to remain quiet, to fight back the groan crawling up his throat. 

You nod, wiggling a bit to readjust on your knees; Eddie bites his lip at the sight, it’s like you’re taunting him.

Entranced, he can’t help but wish he could pull your panties all the way off, not just haphazardly shove them down your thighs. But maybe it’s better this way. After all, he’s not sure how stealthily he could pocket the pair, and he’s not looking to push his luck with you. Not yet at least.

Though, even if he couldn’t swipe your panties for his own personal collection, with you facing away, it would allow him the perfect opportunity to bring the thin material to his nose and take a deep whiff. He’s pretty sure your scent would fix him…or make him worse—he honestly doesn’t care which. 

But for now, with you already in position, he’ll just have to settle for being inside you. Pity.

The only sounds in the forest are the crunch of rustling leaves, the clinking of his belt as he undoes his pants, your bated breaths, and the distant chatter of teens meandering to their cars and buses, carried on the wind from the school. If any one of them tries to take a shortcut through the woods on their walk home, they’ll find Jason Carver’s girlfriend with her ass open for Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson—that thought has his stomach jerking with need.

Huffing out a breath, Eddie places both of his ringed hands onto your smooth skin, spreading your cheeks to get a good look at what he’s sure will become his favorite place on earth. “Angel?”

You hum in response, ignoring the pitter-patter your heart makes at the nickname—Jason doesn’t really have any endearments for you, so you’re not used to such easy affection. 

“I wanna make sure you feel okay, right?” You nod, urging him to continue. “Well, I need a little…lubricant…and I don’t think my spit is gonna cut it.” He could certainly make it work, but he’s playing the long game here. 

Eager to help, you softly suggest, “You can use my spit.” 

Sighing, he realizes he should’ve known you’d offer that. Right. Changing strategy. “Um, that’s very sweet o’you, honey. But…I think I’m gonna need a little more.”

Confused at what else there could be, you try to brainstorm. “Um…I don’t know…”

Eddie glances down at your soaked cunt, frail, thin strands of arousal connecting your flowering folds, hanging on for dear life. He shudders at the way your core glistens in the late afternoon sun, smeared wetness practically winking at him.

At this point, he’s almost vibrating with need—he’s so damn close to a place no man has ever explored before and Jesus H. Christ, does he want to be the first. 

Trying to restrain himself from shouting the answer or just taking what he needs, he sucks in a calming breath. “What if, um, we use some of the…” he has no clue how to go about this without sounding like this was his plan all along, “wetness, uh, between your…” 

Peeking over your shoulder, you let out a noise of surprise. “Oh, uh…if that’s what would work. Um, I t–think that’d be fine. You won’t…go in, will you?” 

At your hesitant words, he gives his cock a teasing squeeze, letting out a strained, “No, no, baby. Of course not. I’d never…Only if you wanted me to.” He adds on the last bit knowing it’s a shot in the dark.

“Eddie, you know I can’t. I’m with Jason,” you chide, looking back down to the weathered wood, restless fingers playing with a divot on the surface beneath you. 

Worth a shot.

He shakes his head in disbelief, biting his lip; the cognitive dissonance you’re displaying at present is making his cock leak. He knew as soon as he first saw you—you’d be the perfect girl to play with. 

“Right! I know, I know,” he hurries, conceding to your virtue. “So silly of me…”

He practically blows his load all over your ass when you quietly mutter your next words. 

“Maybe if I saw you first…” 

Fuck.

God, if you saw him first…

The shit he would’ve done to you by now, two years in…

It’d make a whore blush.

Though, he doesn’t feel like he missed out on much. You’re currently in a relationship with Jason, but you’re still bent over a table, your tight ass hole on display for him. 

Maybe in every timeline you become his. Maybe not fully, but maybe where it counts.

Refocusing on the task at hand, he cautions you, “Now, I won’t go inside, but I’m gonna need to go around. S’that okay?”

With another nod, you let out the sweetest string of words he’s ever heard. “I trust you, Eddie.”

Oh, you really shouldn’t, he thinks.

“Perfect, it’ll be just a second,” he mumbles, gripping his stiff cock and guiding it to your slit. He’s not strong enough to stop the beginning of a groan as he feels your wet arousal coat him in warmth. Luckily, he bites back the rest of the noise, not wanting to scare you off. 

He’s thankful you can’t see his length because he’s certain that would really scare you off. He can tell how tight your cunt is just by the look of it—you’ve truly never had anything in there before. The fact that you’re letting him rub his bare, leaking cock on your pussy tells him you don’t know a thing about sex, either. All of his precum is mixing with your slick to make a glorious milky substance and you’re going to go back to your boyfriend pretending to be untouched. 

You’re already so wet and getting wetter by the second as he continues to drag his thick length through your fluttering folds. A high-pitched moan escapes your throat when the ridge of his head catches on your clit just right. A pearly-white rope nearly shoots out of his pulsing slit when you quietly apologize for your noise—god, you’re so fucking sweet. 

It’s probably overkill at this point—he’s certainly wet enough to fuck your ass, but he’s never been this close to a virgin’s pussy before. If he could just…

Eddie pushes his luck as he glances down, gripping his cock, and guiding the fat head to notch into your hole. 

He almost cums inside of you when your entrance squeezes around his tip, trying to suck him in further. Despite your shallow opening pulsing and luring him in, your voice snaps him out of it. 

“Eddie!” 

Your worried, shrill tone makes his hips buck unconsciously, sinking another centimeter into you, eliciting a guttural moan from deep within your chest. It takes everything in him to pull away, especially with the pretty sound you just made.

Before he does, though, he wraps his index finger and thumb just below the ridge of his cockhead, giving himself a firm squeeze, hoping to leave your sweet cunt with a few drops of his seed.

“Sorry, sorry–it got caught,” he lies, “My bad.” His chest is heaving with red-hot desire—he’s 100% going to think about this moment while he fucks his fist later.

“S’okay,” you mutter breathily, trying not to give in to the tingling goosebumps his touch leaves behind.

“Gonna do it, now, okay?” His words are almost clinical because he doesn’t have to put on an air of romance for you—you’ve got a boyfriend to do all the fluffing for him. 

With your quiet ‘mhm’, he starts to breach the tight ring of your ass. The second his soft tip presses into you, you’re moaning brokenly. You’re so tight, Eddie feels like his cock is being choked.

“Oh, god!” Your strained mewl echoes around the empty air, bouncing from tree-to-tree until it comes right back to Eddie’s ears—like pretty music he could listen to forever. 

His tongue falls out of his mouth in focus as he spreads your cheeks wider, trying to help you take him. “Shh, shh, sweetheart. Don’t wan’ anybody finding out, do we,” he grits, forcing himself to give it to you slow. 

You whine, shaking your head at his words, dropping it against the wooden table as you struggle to breathe through the pain. His tip is so big, you’re wincing as he mutters praises. 

“There you go, angel. Takin’ me so well, I know it’s hard. S’gonna be a tight fit.” Punctuating his sentence with a groan, he throws his head back as you yelp, feeling the exact moment his fat cockhead pops into your virgin hole. 

“Eddie, Eddie,” you draw out his name in a whine, eliciting a small thrust from his brazen hips. 

When he’s met with even more resistance than his initial breach, he tries to calm you down. “Angel, you’re doin’ so well for me, but you gotta relax, baby, you gotta relax.”

“I c–can’t, Eddie, s’too much!” The burn and stretch of his thick cock inside you is making your brain go fuzzy, eyes fluttering as you heave out a dry sob into the splintering grains. 

“We can stop whenever you want–” 

“No! I wan–I need to have the–the weed, he told me to get it, I need it!” 

Spitting onto his length, he rubs the bubbly liquid in before pushing an inch deeper, swooning at the strangled moan you let out, your panting lips brushing against the old wood. “Okay, okay. We’ll keep going, but only if you want to…”

His cock—less than half-way inside—flexes as you nod messily, forehead scraping against the rough surface of the table. But that pain is the least of your concerns, what with the searing burn of your ass hole. You make the mistake of adjusting yourself on the table, accidentally sending your hips back onto him, taking another inch of his cock. 

A pained mewl leaves your lips, “Eddie, it–it hurts!” 

In his own little world—relishing his throbbing cock snug in your tight ass—he jerks his hips forward, forcing you to take the rest of him in one go, using the ‘rip the bandaid off’ approach. The broken half-scream that peels from your scratchy throat startles a few birds from the treetops, sending them fluttering away in fright.

“Yeah, baby. It’s supposed to, you’re not used to it yet–fuck–but you will be,” he promises, pulling back half-way and sinking in again. 

Soon your pained moans turn into pleasured mewls as your body adjusts to his girth, stretching your unused hole to its limit. “Shit, angel, you feel s’fuckin’ good.” 

Eddie’s groans of appreciation make you whine, unconsciously grinding your ass back against his pistoning hips. “Ed–Eddie, oh, god!” 

His eyes roll in ecstasy, just picturing the way your dripping hole is clenching around nothing right now, needing to be stuffed. Maintaining a bruising grip on the junction of your hips, he fucks into you, hard.

The strong force shoves you up the wooden table in time with his thrusts—your face dragging against the rough surface. He doesn’t let you go far, though, repeatedly yanking your ass back to meet his upper thighs causing a lewd slapping sound that surely gives you away—that, and your barely restrained moans. 

“Fuck, you gotta be quiet. Gotta be quiet, baby, somebody’ll hear,” he grunts, as if he truly gives a shit whether he’s found out. He’d fuck you in front of the whole school if you’d let him. 

Another mewling whine from you has his hips faltering in their rhythm. A few particularly hard thrusts cause you to stutter over your strained pleas, the words clawing their way out of your mouth in tune with the barreling of his cock. “B-But it feels, unh, s–s–s–so g–good.” 

Your pitiful admission makes Eddie’s balls pull taut to his body, a sure sign that he’s not going to last another second. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, baby! Fuck, I’m cumming, oh, god–m’cumming!”

Relishing the flex of his cock as it twitches inside you, you whimper at his words—you’ve never heard a boy sound so anguished. For some reason, the sound makes your pussy ache, you wish you could clench your thighs. 

Once Eddie finds his breath, he starts pulling out of you, eliciting a pathetic sounding whine from your panting lips. Before he fully leaves your sweet little hole, he makes sure to give himself another firm squeeze and a small tug—just to leave you with every last drop of his cum.

He watches his milky seed ooze from your gaping ass, heaving out a content sigh before shoving himself back into his jeans. “Oh, fuck, angel.…You really earned that weed for your boy, honey.”

The praise makes you keen, letting out the cutest whimper Eddie’s ever heard. He starts shimmying your panties up your thighs, hesitating, he takes a mental picture of the way your hole pushes out some of his spend as you clear your throat. Securing the thin material over your modesty, he slides a ringed hand between your cheeks, pressing the fabric into his cum, wedging it up your ass. 

You jolt at his touch, taking the unsanctioned touch as a simple tease from your new friend. “Eddie,” you giggle, straightening up, and messily climbing off the table. 

Your knees are still sore, despite his earnest attempt to bring you comfort by laying his jacket out for you. Once you stand up straight, skirt falling back down, you also realize how stiff your legs are—but another sensation takes precedence. 

Shock takes over your face as you fling your hands behind you, pressing them both into your ass, a useless attempt to stop his cum from pouring out of you. “Oh my god!” 

A grin stretches across Eddie’s features, his eyes alight as he takes in your little dance—you’re squirming, trying to squeeze your thighs together in an effort to mitigate the mess. “Yeah, sorry about that, sweetheart. Shoulda warned you. Your ass isn’t as…malleable as your pussy,” his grin broadens as your eyes widen at his salacious lesson.

“S’gonna take a second to…shrink, for lack of a better word. Until then, you might feel a little…leaky,” he chuckles, reveling in the way your virgin ass hole took his massive cock—now you have to suffer the…gaping consequences.

Simply nodding your head, you continue to press both your panties and skirt into your ass, hoping they’ll soak up some of the wetness. Unsure why you want to know, you ask Eddie your burning question. “Did…w–was I good?” 

His mouth parts in surprise at your question, but then a wave of giddy heat thrums through his whole body, relaxing his features into a pleased smile. Closing the short distance between you, he rubs his fingers across your cheeks, working his way up to the small scrape on your forehead. His eyes are full of awe, and you're going to have to come up with an excuse to your boyfriend about the random scrape on your otherwise unblemished skin—the thought causes his soft cock to twitch. 

“You were so good, angel. I hate to say it, but Carver’s a lucky guy. He’s got such a devoted, loyal girlfriend.” 

Too busy swooning at his soft touch and compliments, you completely miss the wicked glint in his eyes. The moment your body begins to sway, leaning into the heat of his chest with bated breath and heavy lids over wanting, wandering eyes, he pulls away—shattering the trance he had you under, leaving you nearly stumbling after him.

The clinking of metal draws your attention to a black lunchbox sitting on the wooden bench. From inside it, Eddie pulls a small baggie of a dry, dusty green looking pile of…herbs? You’re pretty sure it’s the weed, but Jason never lets you partake, so you’re not 100% sure what the substance looks like. 

“Here you are, sweetheart. And go ahead and tell your little boyfriend he can send you back anytime he wants,” he shoots you a flirtatious grin.

Taking the baggie from him, you try to fight the smile off your face, feeling bashful at his unending flirtation, despite your numerous warnings.

“Eddie,” you chide, only half-serious, now catching onto how playful your new friend tends to be.

Throwing his hands up in surrender, he tips his chin to catch your shy gaze, “I know, I know. I just happen to think you’re a much prettier face to strike a deal with.” He pushes his luck once more—he just can’t help himself. “How ‘bout this, I’ll cut the price in half if he sends you next time.” 

Smiling, you shake your head at his audacity. “We’ll see. Thanks for…” 

Fucking you? 

Cumming in your ass?

Making your virgin hole his?

Letting you pay with your body?

“...Everything,” you finish, leaning up onto your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. It’s too bad you rubbed all your lipgloss onto the picnic table when you couldn’t stop panting and moaning into the old wood. But your soft lips still smell of cherries, so he’ll take it. 

Pulling back, you meet his wide eyes. He's thankful his big brown irises generally give off a sad, puppy-dog look; otherwise, you'd probably catch onto the felonious hunger in his gaze.

“For being sweet,” you add on. The way your blackened lashes flutter at him—if he didn’t know how truly innocent you are, he’d think you’re giving him ‘fuck me again’ eyes. The sight has his cock stirring, already half-hard from just your chaste kiss. 

“‘Course, angel.”

You seem to have an almost physical reaction when he uses the endearment on you outside of being in your ass. Your smile widens, body bristling with restlessness as he catches a glimpse of your thighs squeezing. It’s not lost on him that you didn’t get to cum. You’re probably so needy, you’re barely containing it in front of him. He knows how wet you are, he saw the aftermath. 

Leaving you so worked up, on the edge of completion as your orgasm recedes like waves before a tsunami—he’s certain this won’t be his last time with you. He’s pretty sure you’re not about to go fuck your boyfriend, so maybe you’ll remember how welcoming and kind Eddie was and turn to him in your time of desperation. 

You’ll be back. He’s almost certain of it.

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You pull your fingers from his mouth with a loud pop and before you can register what’s happening, Eddie is pushing you down onto the bed, pinning you to it with his hands. His mouth finds yours in a hot kiss as one of his hands trails down to your sopping wet panties. 

“Has anyone touched you like this?” Eddie asks against your lips and all you can do is whine in response. 

“No,” you finally tell him and Eddie pulls back with a devilish grin.

“Do you want me to?” Truth be told, he’s never done this, but he’s read enough smut to know exactly how it’s done. Okay, and maybe he did some research as a form of manifestation that you’d let him. And clearly it worked because here he is. 

“God, yes,” you breathe and Eddie smiles even wider as his fingers move back and forth across your slit causing another whine to fall from your lips. 

“Eddie, please,” you beg and Eddie loves the sound of that. It’s even better than he imagined and now he thinks he’s going to have to hear it every day in order to survive. Somehow, he doesn’t think you’d have a problem with that. 

He watches your face as he slowly pushes his fingers inside of you, a loud escaping you already and he’s barely down anything. Oh, he’s going to have so much fun with this. 

You’re already soaked and all he can think about is licking his own fingers clean after he’s given you as many orgasms that you can manage and then he’s going to eat you out, fully intending on cleaning out every bit of slick from you because he’s only gotten one taste and he needs, craves more.

His fingers pick up the pace, moving a little faster, but that doesn’t seem to be good enough for you. He’s not going hard or deep enough. You want to feel his rings, the cold metal inside you. You want him to stretch you out to prepare you for his massive cock that he’s inevitably going to pound into you over and over until you can’t take it anymore. 

“Harder,” you demand. “Faster.” 

“As you wish, princess,” he nods and does exactly as he’s asked. He goes as hard and fast as he can, making sure to fit all of his fingers inside you since he’s sure that’s what you want. You grab onto his arms and give his biceps a squeeze, holding onto him for dear live as he fucks you with just his fingers. 

“Eddie, oh my god,” you moan and Eddie’s sure he’s going to come just from hearing it. He watches your back arch as you moan again, your nipples on full display through your very thin t-shirt. God, you really are going to become a full course meal for him and fuck is he starving. 

You’re reaching your orgasm but Eddie isn’t going to let up. He wants to see just how many times he can make you come from just his fingers. And you come with his fingers still inside of you, pumping as fast and hard as they can go. Your back arches again as you throw your head back. This orgasm is far better than any of the ones you were able to give yourself and now  you’re convinced that you’re going to have to have him do this exact thing before you go to bed every night. Because there’s no way you can go back to masturbating when Eddie’s just given you the best orgasm of your life. 

You hadn’t known him long but it didn’t take long for you to pick up on a few things. Like how his eyes would always linger on your thighs when you’d cross them on his bed in your little ruffly skirts, or how they looked like they were going to pop out of his head when he noticed you hardly ever wear a bra. You noticed he always talked to you in this way that made you seem so innocent and pure, untouched. You weren’t, but noticed he liked it, so you played into it.

You started to notice things going missing, a pair of underwear that didn’t quite make it in the dirty clothes basket, a tester vile of your perfume you had left over from before you decided it was worth buying the whole bottle, a picture of you from your stack of polaroids that was of you at the beach in your little red bikini.

So you started leaving things. Your dirty underwear on display, always at the very top of your laundry basket. A nearly empty bottle of your favorite lotion sitting next to the trash, ready to be thrown out. A picture of your tits with your forearm just barely covering your nipples at the top of the stack of Polaroids.

Each time they would be gone, and you weren’t sure at this point if he was just playing along or if he was the one that was really that naive.

•

The first time Eddie saw you he was convinced you were an angel. Standing behind the counter at the comic shop downtown in your little white sweater and pink skirt. When he walked up to look at the dice in the glass underneath the register he could see your white thigh high socks. You had this cute ribbon in your hair and when you spoke your voice sounded like sugarcane. You asked him if there where any sets that stood out to him, and then you surprised the hell out of him by asking if they were for D&D. You had never played, but your cousins and your uncle did, so you knew the basics.

He couldn’t stop himself from coming in after that, finding any excuse to make a trip to see his favorite girl. Maybe he would decide he needed a new mini for an NPC or offer to go get a new release of a comic for Dustin while he was at school. He always spent a while standing there talking to you, getting to know you, ogling you because he just couldn’t help himself. How could he? When you would lean over the counter giving him a perfect view of your tits through your thin shirts and hardly ever wore a bra? When you would ask him to hold the ladder steady so you could get something up high and he would get a perfect view up your skirt of whatever panties you wore that day? You were irresistible.

He learned that you weren’t only beautiful but actually really cool. You knew a lot about comics, you had read Tolkien, you loved horror movies possibly more than he did, and you were down to give any music a chance.

You also had this innocence about you, like you almost didn’t realize how much he wanted you. It just made him want you more. You’d look at him with those big round eyes and pouty lips whenever he would tease you about something. When he would compliment you outright you always made this little squeaky noise and he would notice you squirm or press your thighs together.

But once you started hanging out with him outside of work that’s when he really lost control. The first time he was at your house he saw a pair of your panties next to your laundry basket. Clearly dirty by the way he could see your juices left behind on the crotch of them. You were in the bathroom changing and he just couldn’t resist. He picked them up off the ground and held them up to his nose, inhaling your scent. He felt slightly sick but he had already gone this far so he figured he might as well just have a little taste. He licked the patch where your pussy was, and even though they had mostly dried you still tasted divine. His head spun and his cock hardened as he imagined what you would really taste like. He heard the bathroom door across the hall creak open so he quickly shoved the panties into his back pocket and sat down on your bed, one leg bent at the knee crossed over the other to try and hide the very prominent bulge in his pants.

Then there was the time you had to run down to the mailboxes to check your mail, he already had been subtly staring at the small vial of your perfume after you proudly announced to him that you decided it was your signature scent now, showing him the larger bottle. He figured you wouldn’t need the small one anymore, it was almost gone anyways. So he did what he’s been finding himself doing more and more often when he’s in your room, he pocketed it. That night he sprayed it on his pillow, holding it to his face while he had your panties wrapped around his cock. Bucking into his hand with reckless abandon, imaging what yours might feel like instead.

Then there was the day he was at your apartment before you were supposed to meet up with some of his friends for a movie night and you wanted to shower after work. He was bored, snooping around a little like he usually does when he gets a moment alone in your room, and he came across a stack of Polaroids. His heart warmed when the top one was a photo of you and him at a metal show you went to with him and the guys a few towns away.

You were always surprising him and that night was no exception, banging your head until your little ribbon was about to fall out of your hair. He fixed it for you, of course. He kept looking through the stack of photos, seeing images of you and your friends back home, some of you and your cousins, and tons of you here in Hawkins. Mostly of you and him, some with his friends that were now yours too. But when he got almost to the bottom of the stack he saw a photo of you and your friends at the beach, all smiling wide at the camera. He could only see your neck and shoulders but he could tell you were wearing a little red bikini of some kind. He eagerly flipped to the next photo, hoping there might be one that proved him right, and he was not disappointed.

This picture was just you, laying on the beach with your legs outstretched in front of you, your hands were buried in the sand and just like he thought you were wearing a bright red bikini.

The way you were leaning back on your hands was making your chest stick out and the way one of your legs was slightly bent made it so he could just see the curve of your ass from the side. Your skin glistened with what he assumed was a mixture of sunscreen and sweat and he wanted to lick it off. Your eyes were adorned with heart shaped sunglasses that matched the red of your swimsuit and if he looked close enough he could tell even your toes matched.

He felt his cock harden immediately, licking his lips at the sight. Without even really thinking he shoved the photo in the back pocket of his jeans, hoping you wouldn’t notice it missing.

You tempted him twice that day, it was just too easy when you threw your clothes on top of the basket after your shower and walked into the kitchen to get a snack. Your panties were directly on top, the crotch side up, and he could see a fresh wet patch there. He couldn’t help it, he pocketed them and excused himself to the bathroom, running his tongue along the cloth where your juices had collected. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he felt like he was going to pass out. It only took a few tugs of his cock before he was spilling cum all over his hand and exiting the bathroom with his pockets full of treasures like nothing ever happened.

•

About two weeks into this cat and mouse game you still weren’t sure you were just playing with yourself, you were alone in Eddie’s room. He ran out to his van to check for the tape he was looking for and you were sitting on his bed and one of his shirts was thrown haphazardly near his pillows like he had taken it off right before going to sleep. The thought came to you and before you could question it you were grabbing it and holding it up to your nose. It smelled good but not like you were expecting. You were expecting the scent of weed mixed with tobacco, apple shampoo and the aftershave you got for him after you told him the smell of the one he was using smelled like a 60 year old man’s wife picked it out for him.

It smelled like those things, but it also smelled like… you, your perfume. But there was something else. When you picked it up it felt slightly dry and maybe a little bit crunchy and upon closer inspection you noticed that it was dried cum. Did he spray your perfume onto his cum shirt? Was he smelling it while he stroked his cock? Thinking of you? The thought made your pussy pulse and your head spin, but it wasn’t what you wanted. Plus, he would definitely notice this missing. So when you heard the trailer door swing open you acted fast. Grabbing one of his discarded shirts that was on the ground near his bed and shoving it into your bag.

That night you did something you would’ve felt ashamed of if you weren’t positive Eddie’s done something similar, maybe even dirtier from the looks and smells of that shirt you found.

You wrapped Eddie’s shirt around your pillow and rode it until you came three times. As you drifted off to sleep still holding onto the pillow you wondered how much longer you could go without actually having the real thing.

•

Eddie was starting to wonder if you were doing this on purpose, his first indication of that being what he was currently holding in his hands. You were in the kitchen making lunch for the both of you and he was snooping around, as one does. But something caught his eye when he was walking by your shelf, something that wasn’t there before. Right on top of the stack of Polaroids he had found the bikini photo in was a picture of your tits. Your nipples were covered by your forearm, but your tits nonetheless. He was absolutely positive this hadn’t been there before, he definitely would have noticed.

Did you notice that he took the bikini photo and leave this here on purpose so he would see it? Did you take this for someone else? The thought of that made him sick to his stomach. His thoughts were bouncing around in his head like a ping pong ball trying to decide if he was reading into it, if he should take the photo or leave it. If he took it would you be mad? Would you be offended if he didn’t?

Before he could contemplate his decision further he heard your steps coming down the hall so he made a snap judgment and shoved it in his pocket. Practically launching himself onto your bed, he grabbed one of your cute frilly pillows, threw it on his lap and hoped it wouldn’t come off as suspicious.

You were walking down the hall with two bowls of Mac and cheese when you heard a shuffling sound and then the creaking of your mattress like someone just jumped on it. You smirk to yourself, wondering if Eddie saw the gift you left him.

When you open your bedroom door he’s sitting on your bed with a pillow in his lap, he flashes you a smile that is almost believable but you could see the slight flush in his cheeks. You set his bowl down on top of the pillow, and smile back.

“There you go Eds, one gourmet bowl of Kraft, as promised.” You mock curtsied, setting your own bowl down on your nightstand before walking over to your dresser under the guise of grabbing some socks. Making sure to glance as subtlety as possible at your shelf, and just as you thought, the photo was gone.

“Why thank you madam” Eddie held the spoon in his hand with his pinky out as he dramatically took a bite.

You giggled at his antics, as you grabbed the socks out of your top drawer you saw an opportunity to tease him further. You had already seen Eddie eyeing you in your little house shorts and your tank top so you pulled out your white thigh thighs, the soft fuzzy ones that you only really wore at home and made a show of putting them on.

You kept your back to him, bending over extra as you slid them slowly up your legs. You make sure to pull them up as high as they go. Leaving only a small section of skin between the top of the socks and the bottom of your shorts.

Eddie was pretty sure he was going to pass out and he thanked his past self for putting this pillow where it is right now. He watched as you pulled on your socks wondering how something as mundane as putting on fucking socks could be this sexy. When you snapped each one in place it made the meat of your thighs slightly giggle and the way they were sitting just under the curve of your ass was making it look extra juicy. He wanted to bite into it before he made his way between your thighs and spent the rest of his god damn life there.

“Fuck” He swore under his breath and hoped to god you didn’t hear him.

“Hmm? Eddie, you okay?”

You turn around and look at him with that fucking look you always gave him, like you didn’t know how sexy you were, like you didn’t know you drive him fucking crazy.

“Uh - Yeah! I was just saying fuck this is really good, I forgot how much some good ol’ kraft hits the spot.” He smiled and hoped his excuse was convincing enough, taking a large bite for good measure.

“Right? It’ll always be my favorite no matter how many homemade or restaurant kinds I’ve eaten, nothing beats it.”

You crawl onto your bed, making sure he can see down your shirt and plop down next to him on the pillows, leaning over to grab your bowl off your nightstand. Eddie can see your ass even more when your shorts ride up and he suddenly feels like he’s got to get out of here before he says or does something totally humiliating.

“I - uh - I just remembered I have to help Wayne! I told him I’d help him move his stuff into my old room since he has been so tired and hasn’t done it! So I’m - I gotta go!” He stood up swiftly, turning away from you and throwing the pillow down behind him. He didn’t turn around, just kept marching towards your door with his bowl still in hand. Only when he was practically out of your bedroom door did he turn his head to the side and address you.

“Thank you for lunch! I’ll leave the bowl in the sink! I’ll um - I’ll see you later!”

He didn’t even give you a chance to respond, ditching the bowl in the sink, grabbing his shoes not even bothering to put them on as he ran out the door to his van in only his socks.

You sat there with your mouth hanging open, eyes wide as you stared at your bedroom door wondering what the fuck just happened. Did you go too far? Were you making him uncomfortable? Maybe he changed his mind about you… Or maybe… maybe he ran home to jerk off… maybe you did go too far but not in a bad way. That’s what you hoped at least.

You bit your lip and clenched your thighs as you entertained that possibility. Was he going to go home and jerk off to your photo? Maybe with your panties held to his nose or wrapped around his cock? At least that’s what you liked to imagine he did with them, you could be wrong.

•

You were wrong, but not about that. Eddie normally used your panties exactly how you imagined. But not right now, no. He didn’t even make it home, hell, he barely made it out of your apartment building before he was pulling off into some trees and furiously tugging at his cock while he practically dripped drool on your photo. He made sure not to though, he couldn’t taint it like that. It had to remain in perfect condition in case this was his only chance to see your tits.

He grunted and whined, spitting down onto his cock and rubbing it around his tip with his thumb. His pace increased as he imagined it was your hand, or even better, your tits. He imagined sliding his spit slick cock between them while you sucked and licked at the head, he imagined covering your face and tits with his cum.

“FUCK!” He throws his head back against the seat, his eyes cross and he practically bites through his bottom lip as he cums all over his hand, his pants, even some on his shirt.

After he came down from his high, the reality of what he did hit him. He not only probably confused the hell out of you by running off like that without barely saying goodbye, he just jerked off in his fucking van to a photo he took from your bedroom. This was getting out of hand. He had to get himself under control, maybe some distance would help.

•

You hadn’t seen Eddie all week, ever since he ran out of your room like a bat out of hell and that was unusual. You guys usually saw each other a few times during the week, even if it was one of you bringing the other lunch while you were at work.

You called him a few times, either getting his voicemail or only having a brief conversation before he came up with an excuse to get off the phone. You started to wonder if you were reading things wrong after all. But that just didn’t make sense, why would he take all those things if he didn’t like you? If he didn’t want you in the desperate way you wanted him? You almost felt like you needed him.

So you decided to make a last ditch effort, no beating around the bush this time you were going to be straight forward. You grab Eddie’s shirt, your Polaroid, and your white lacy thigh highs with the little pink bows that he bashfully complimented one day.

You wrap the shirt around your pillow like you have done so many times now you’re almost ashamed. You take off your shirt and shorts before pulling on the thigh highs, leaving you in just your little white lace panties and socks.

The first photo you take is a shot from above of your tits, you can see your thong and the very top of your lace adorned thighs.

The second features your face, your eyes wide in that way you know he loves, your middle and pointer finger shoved down your throat with your lips wrapped around them. If you look close enough you can see a bit of drool dripping down between your boobs.

The third photo is a full nude, your legs spread and pussy on full display for him.

The next one is the one you’re most excited for, the one that sparked this entire plan. It’s an upshot of you from the neck down, you’re straddling the pillow that’s wrapped in Eddie’s shirt in just your socks, your free hand grabbing onto one of your tits.

The last photo is you in the same position but it’s from below, you have your fingers on your pussy, opening yourself up for him against the material of his shirt.

Satisfied with the spread, you gather them up, grab your discarded thong and remove the shirt from your pillow. You fold the panties and the photos into the shirt like they’re a gift to be unwrapped and put them in a little box. Then you write out a note.

Eddie,

if you wanted my panties… all you had to do was ask. You’ve taken all my cutest ones now. But that’s okay because I took something of yours too, I thought you might want it back.

Xoxo - Your angel.

You sign the note with the nickname he had awarded you and fold it in half, putting it on top of the shirt and then you put the lid on the box. Now all you had to do was give it to him, everyone had planned to meet at Gareth’s for a movie night tomorrow and he was supposed to pick you up. You could give it to him in the car before you get there and tell him not to open it until he gets home. It was the perfect plan. Hopefully.

•

Eddie was nervous on his way to pick you up for movie night, he had managed to avoid you the entire week, much to his dismay. He felt pathetic but he missed you, and even though he was still feeling guilty he was excited to see you.

He pulled into a guest parking spot in front of your building and was surprised to see you already standing there. He usually had to come in while you finished getting ready because you were perpetually running late. But you were standing there in a little white dress and a soft looking pink knit sweater, holding a little box in your arms. He figured it was some kind of baked goods, you pretty much always brought treats to every get together.

You saw him pull in and waved as you walked over, he jumped out of the car so he could come around and open the door for you.

“Hi Eddie, this is for you. But don’t open it now, open it when you get home. Okay? Promise me?”

You sounded nervous, hell, you looked nervous. What was in that box? He doesn’t know how he’s going to get through the night not knowing.

“A gift? For me? Angel, you shouldn’t have.” He tried to play it cool, even though he was feeling anything but.

“I didn’t spend any money on it or anything… but I’m not giving it to you unless you promise you won’t open it until you get home later.”

“Yeah, I promise.” He smiled at you reassuringly.

You handed it to him nervously, and he took it with glee, immediately shaking it like a Christmas present.

“EDDIE!! Don’t do that, you’re never going to guess what it is so just wait, please!”

You were looking at him with this pouty look on your face and he literally would’ve said yes to murder at that moment so he agreed. You let out a breath of relief as you got into the car, now all you had to do is wait.

•

Movie night wasn’t awkward like you feared it might be. When Eddie picked you up he acted totally normal, like he hadn’t been ignoring you all week and you couldn’t tell if that annoyed you or not. Maybe a little. You wanted to ask him about it but you also didn’t want to make things awkward by bringing it up so you tried to act as normal as you could.

That little box in the back of Eddie’s van was in the back of your mind all night though, you couldn’t stop overthinking and second guessing your decision. You even almost went out to his van at one point to take everything out and shove it in your bag but you talked yourself out of it.

Eddie was in a similar boat, he was having fun, he was engaging and acting as normal as he could but all he could think about was what possibly could be in that box. He knows you made him promise but there are several times where he has to physically stop himself from just going out to his van to look in it.

When the last movie ends you and Eddie were both quick to gather your things and leave. Him wanting to get home as fast as possible to see what was in the box and you wanting the looming thoughts of how he might react to just be over with.

Your goodbyes were chaste, neither of you bringing up the gift you had given him. He walked you to the door like he always did but he didn’t ask to come inside and the hug he gave was much faster than the usual bear hugs he would normally give you.

•

Eddie sped home, he lived in a studio apartment a few miles from yours and the drive had never felt so long. He pulled into his parking spot with a screech, grabbed the box from the back and rushed inside.

He didn’t even bother to take his shoes off, throwing his jacket across the back of the couch before plopping down on one of the cushions with the box in his lap.

He took a deep breath before opening it. At the top was a note, he unfolded it and as he read it he swore all the blood from his body went directly to his cock.

Underneath the note was his shirt, his favorite Iron Maiden one he hadn’t been able to find for a few weeks.

It was folded neatly so he gently took it out of the box, it felt heavier than it should and when it was fully in his grasp he could feel that there was something inside it.

He sets it down in front of him on his coffee table so he can unfold it and his jaw drops when he sees what’s inside. A pair of your panties, a little white lace thong is sitting under a stack of Polaroids.

His hand shakes as he reaches for the photos, when he sees the first one he actually moans, and then they somehow just keep getting better. But he stops dead in his tracks when he sees the second to last one.

You have his shirt wrapped around your pillow and you’re straddling it in nothing but those fucking socks, and he’s seriously going to lose his mind, especially when he sees the last photo of you in the same position, spread open for him.

It took him a second to get past the fog of lust to realize what this means. You knew. You always knew what he was doing. It all makes sense now. The way your panties were always so easy to steal, how he always happened to have the perfect view of your tits and ass, the photo. Also you took his shirt, you didn’t just take it, you put it on your fucking pillow and humped it. He hopes you did it more than once. He picks up the shirt again and he really looks at it this time, there’s little white streaks all over it, from you. He brings it to his nose and it’s the best thing he’s ever smelled. Both of your scents mixed together, topped off with the sweet smell of your pussy.

His initial thought was to rip his pants off and stroke his cock until it was raw but he realized he could do better than that. He could have the real thing. He needed to see you. Now.

He didn’t even think twice about shoving everything back in the box and walking back out the door to his van. Speeding off in the direction towards your house.

•

You were laying in your bed trying not to let your anxiety consume you when you heard banging on your door. Your heart pounded and your mouth went dry, you knew who it was, there was no way it could be anyone but him.

You opened the door and there he was, looking absolutely feral if you might add. His eyes were wide, pupils blown out, he was breathing like he ran a mile, and his hair was all over the place. You wanted to eat him alive.

“You knew?” He held up the box you had given him earlier the night, his hands shaking.

“Yeah…” You bit your lip as you nodded. “I knew the whole time… from when you took that first pair of panties, I knew.”

“And you didn’t say anything?” He looked at you, his eyes filled with lust and confusion.

You shake your head, a smirk forming across your lips.

“Why not?” He was still panting, hands grasped tightly on the box.

“It was fun, I thought for a while there that you knew I was doing it on purpose, and then when I realized you didn’t it was almost hotter to me for some reason… I’m sorry if that’s weird.” You suddenly felt super self conscious, was he mad you didn’t say anything?

“I stole your panties, multiple pairs might I add, and you’re asking me if it’s weird that you left them out for me?” He laughed, bringing his hand up to your cheek and rubbing his thumb across it.

“I could never think you were weird angel, do you know how sexy that is? And these photos…” He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Did you really…”

“Fuck my pillow with your shirt on it? Yeah.” You nodded, your face nuzzling into his palm.

“Jesus fucking christ… that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life, shit.”

He used the hand cradling your face to pull you closer, clashing your lips together in a hungry kiss. You immediately buried your fingers in his hair, like you did in all your fantasies. You wanted him closer but the box was still in between you so you broke the kiss long enough to pull him inside and discard it on your kitchen counter.

You pulled his mouth back down to yours by the collar of his shirt, running your tongue along his bottom lip and he immediately granted you access. Your hands made their way back into his hair and he gripped your hips pulling you tightly against him.

“God Eddie, I want you so fucking bad.” You moaned against his lips.

“Angel, I’ll give you anything you want after all these sweet gifts you’ve been leaving me without me even knowing… you really thought I knew?” He took your face in both your hands, running his hands down your neck and rubbing his thumbs along your jaw.

“For a while there, yeah… That’s why I left you that first picture, but then when I came back in my room and you were acting all nervous I realized you definitely didn’t know. I thought for a second I might’ve made you uncomfortable but I took the chance with the photos anyway… looks like it paid off.” You looked him up and down, biting your lip.

“Fuck yeah it did.” He pulled you into another bruising kiss that you happily returned. You stood there in your kitchen making out for what could’ve been minutes or hours, tongues exploring every inch of each other's mouths and your hands mapping out each other's bodies.

You finally pulled away, breathless. You smirked at him, placing a kiss on his throat before turning around and walking towards your room. Eddie wanted to scream at the sight of your ass in your tiny little pink spandex shorts. He bit down on his fist instead, admiring you for a moment before practically running after you.

You were standing in the middle of the room with a smirk on your face that he’s never seen, one you must have been hiding from him this whole time. You looked like you wanted to eat him alive and he was going to let you.

“Tell me about your fantasies Eddie… tell me what you did with my panties, I wanna know so bad.” Your smirk turned into a little pout, giving him that fucking look. The one he knows now is all an act, but something about that just makes his dick even harder for you.

“Fuck, you really want to know? The first time I sucked on them while I jerked off and right when I was about to cum I wrapped them around my dick and came all over them.”

“Mmm… that’s what I hoped you’d do, tell me more…” You walk up to him and run your hands down his chest, hook your fingers in his front pockets and give him the look.

“I can’t believe this is happening, I - uh - I was so scared if you ever found out you’d hate me. But fuck, I never imagined you would be into it.” He put his hands on your hips and squeezed, almost like he was making sure this was real.

“Well, you better believe it honey, because I am so so into it.. please tell me more.” You lean up and press wet kisses along his neck.

“God damn.” He throws his head to the side more, granting you further access to his throat. “When I had a second pair I sucked on the newer ones and used that same pair to jerk off. Then when I got your perfume I sprayed it on my pillow so that I could smell you and taste you.”

“Mmm Eddie, that’s so hot.” You bite into his throat causing him to let out the cutest little yelp, sucking the skin into your mouth, wanting to mark him as your own.

“Then once I had the bikini photo I was able to see you too, so it was like I was surrounded by you in every way possible.”

His hands snake down your hips to grab onto your ass, the material of your shorts and the feeling of your soft skin contrasting with the calluses on his fingers.

“That day when I found that picture of your tits… and then you somehow found a way to make putting socks on one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen and you topped it off by bending over in those little shorts with your ass practically in my face? I barely made it out of your building before I pulled over and jerked off in my van like a depraved psycho.”

You moaned at that, pulling back from his neck to look him in the eyes.

“If you’re depraved… so am I.” You pull your tank top over your head and throw it on the ground behind you somewhere, followed by your shorts. Eddie seriously thinks he’s in love with you at this point because you’re not wearing a bra or panties but you are of course wearing white thigh highs. You’re standing there like every fantasy he’s ever had about you come true, but better.

“Angel, those pictures have nothing on the real thing” He grabbed onto your tits, twisting your nipples between his fingers. Using his nose to brush your hair away so he can whisper in your ear. “I need to taste you so bad, like, so bad. I need to know what the real thing tastes like.”

“Mmm fuck, yes, want that so bad.”

You lay back on your bed and spread your legs, showing him how wet you are for him. Eddie doesn’t think twice before dropping to his knees in front of your bed and throwing your legs over his shoulders. He wishes he had it in him to kiss every inch of you before tasting you but it was like someone offered him the nectar of the gods and he needed it now.

He parted your lips with his fingers before running his tongue along your slit, licking up and down with a flat tongue before shoving it as far as it could go inside you.

“Ho- holy shit! Eddie!! Fuck, your mouth is so good.” Your fingers found his hair again, tugging and the groan he lets out sends vibrations through your pussy.

“I thought your panties tasted sweet but nothing will ever taste sweeter than the real thing, oh my god baby.”

His tongue comes up to circle your clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking. You feel his fingers circle your entrance before he’s inserting his pointer and middle finger deep inside you. He curls his fingers in just the right way, he’s still sucking your clit while he runs circles around it with his tongue and you feel yourself getting close.

“I’m gonna - I’m gonna - fuckinnng cum - I’m gonna cum.” You pull his hair again and start rocking your hips against his face. You watch his eyes roll back and feel him moan into you again, knowing he’s enjoying this as much as you is what sends you over the edge. Your hips rising off the bed and your hands falling from his hair to grasp the sheets. Eddie brings his free hand down on your abdomen to hold you down as he fucks you through your high.

You try to push him off once it becomes too much but you hear, or more so feel him let out an “Uh-Uh” into your pussy. His hand that’s pinning you down doesn’t move and his fingers stay buried inside you. He’s licking and sucking on your clit like a man starved and you immediately feel another orgasm crash over you. Your entire body shakes and you let out noises you didn’t even know you can make.

When he feels you push at his head this time he lets you, looking up at you with a grin on his face, his chin and mouth covered in your juices.

“Sorry… you just tasted so good and when you came it was so hot I didn’t want to stop.” He looked awfully bashful for someone who was just eating you out like it was his fucking job.

“You’re sorry? Holy shit Eddie, I’ve never cum that hard in my entire life.”

He smiled triumphantly, you’d think just told him he won the lottery. He came up and covered his body with yours, kissing you without wiping his face. The taste of you on his tongue was intoxicating so you pulled away from the kiss and licked his lips, then his chin, and down his neck.

“Fuck, we taste so good together.” You moan.

“Holy fucking shit, you’re my dream girl.”

“Let me return the favor, I wanna taste you too, also you are wearing way too many clothes right now.” You pull at the hem of his shirt and he puts his arm behind his head to pull it off.

You’ve never seen him shirtless before and you needed a better view. You push on his shoulders until he lifts himself off of you and lays back on the bed. You throw your leg over him to straddle him, looking down at him in awe.

“Wow Eddie… you’re beautiful.”

You smile at him with that devilish little smile he’s becoming addicted to as you run your soft hands along his chest before raking your nails down his torso, all the way to the waistband of his jeans. His back arches off the bed as he lets out this sound that you want to hear him make over and over again.

You grind your hips down on his, fiddling with his belt loop and looking at him with a question in your eyes.

“Please.” Now he’s the one giving you the look and you understand why he loves it much. Those big brown eyes are wide and glassy, there’s a slight pout on his lips and even though he just ate you out so good it makes you want to sit on his face.

But there’s something you want more, something you’ve been dreaming about. So you undo his belt and jeans with deft fingers, pulling on the waistband of both his pants and boxers. He lifts his hips so you can pull them down and when his cock pops out and hits his stomach your jaw actually drops.

You always figured Eddie was big. You caught small glimpses through his jeans when he thought he was hiding his boners better than he really was, so you had an idea. But it’s bigger than you imagined, and so so pretty. The tip red and leaking precum, each vein prominent because of how hard he was. You lick your lips and spit on your hand, wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping it a few times. He makes that sound again and you know you’re addicted to it now.

“Your cock is huge baby, I can’t wait to feel it stretching me out.” You spit on the head of his cock, circling your thumb around it before you lean down and take it in your mouth.

“Holy - fuckING - sh - shit!” Eddie instinctually jerks forward, his cock hits the back of your throat and you gag.

He’s about to apologize but you don’t pull off, just push his cock further down your throat until your nose is snug against the hair at the base. There’s tears coming out of the sides of your eyes and drool dripping down your chin but you’re moaning and so he can tell you’re enjoying it. You circle your tongue around his shaft a few times before pulling off.

Not for long though, you take him as far as you can without gagging and start bobbing your head up and down, your hand moving in time with whatever your mouth can't reach. Eddie is a moaning mess, he’s babbling your name in between curse words, switching between grabbing onto your hair, the sheets, and his own hair.

When you pull off his dick and bring your mouth to his balls, swirling your tongue all around his sack before sucking one into your mouth he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you. But he’s also positive that he wants to fuck you so he grabs you by your hair and pulls you off.

“Hey, I wasn’t done!” You look at him with a pout and you whine. Every time Eddie thinks he can’t possibly be anymore obsessed with you, you prove him wrong.

“Yeah but I was about to come and I want to fuck you so badly.” He’s the one whining now.

“Can I ride you?” You ask him like that’s even a question.

“Fuck yeah you can.”

You eagerly climb back up to straddle him, wasting no time lining him up with your entrance and sliding down on his cock. It’s still a stretch but you’re so wet it hardly hurts. You rock back and forth a few times once your hips are flush against yours and you moan in unison at the feeling.

“Oh sh- shit, your pussy is so fucking t- tight. Feels better than I could’ve ever imagined.”

“Yeah? Your cock is so fucking big, filling me up so good Eds.”

You start riding him hard and fast, your ass bouncing against his thighs, your tits on full display and you’re moaning his name over and over again like a prayer. He has one hand on your ass, grabbing it so hard you’re sure you’re going to have a bruise there tomorrow, and you honestly hope you do. He brings the thumb of his free hand up to your bottom lip and runs it across it.

“Suck.”

You do, happily, swirling your tongue around the digit and moaning at the feeling of having something in your mouth while your pussy is being filled too. He pulls it out and you’re about to mourn the loss but then he’s rubbing circles on your clit and fucking up into you to meet your thrusts.

He starts fucking you so fast that you can’t keep up, you put your hands on his chest, your nails digging into his flesh and just let him take you. He’s fucking you hard and fast, his cock hitting just the right spot while he continues to circle your clit.

“Eddie I’m c - close I-I’m close.” Your babbling and drooling, fucked out and on the brink of what you know is going to be a mind altering orgasm.

“Me too Angel, I need you to cum for me. Cum all over my cock just like you dreamed about when you were humping your little pillow.” His feet are flat on the mattress and he’s somehow fucking you harder than he was before. When you cum your vision goes white, pleasure jolts through your entire system and you aren’t even sure you’re on this planet anymore.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum, where do you?”

Eddie talking brings you back to earth just enough to respond, to tell him what you want.

“Inside! Eddie please inside! I want you to cum inside me so bad!” You start to meet his thrusts, he’s still rubbing your clit and you’re so sensitive you already feel another orgasm coming on.

“Oh fuck!!!” Eddie cries out as his thrusts slow down to pumps and his cum spills inside you. The feeling sends you over the edge, cumming right along with him. Your walls squeeze him for all he’s worth.

When you come down you let yourself fall onto his chest, both of you panting, your hearts pounding. You lay like that for a while, catching your breath and enjoying the feeling of each other. Eventually your knees start to cramp and you slide off of him, settling at his side with your head on his chest.

“I’m gonna fuckin marry you someday.”

You laugh, even though he doesn’t sound like he’s joking.

“Yeah? I think I’d like that. Then my underwear will stop going missing because we will live in the same house.”

You both started cracking up at that.

“I’m serious though, can I have some of them back? You really did steal all my best ones…” You looked up at him and pouted, giving him the look.

“That’s not gonna work the same now that I know you’re just using it against me…”

“You sure about that?” You stick your bottom lip out further and make your eyes even wider.

“Ugh, no. You’re still not getting them back though, I’ll buy you new ones.” He brings his hand up to push your hair out of your face and places a kiss on your temple.

“Why? So you can just take those ones too?” You tease.

“Nah, I have the real thing now. I’d rather take them off you.”

You’re blissed out and cock-drunk as you shuffle to lean on all fours, lowering your mouth to suckle on Eddie’s leaking tip. Your toes curl at the sound of Eddie groaning above you, a hand resting on the back of your head to shove himself further down your throat. “Take it all the way in, that’s it— fuck,” Your center throbs at his words, a wet gagging noise emitting from the back of your throat when Eddie’s tip meets the tight space. He curses with a groan, head dropping back for a moment before he looks back down at you with a lazy smirk.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you gag on my dick, sweetheart.”

You whine, your hips grinding back against nothing, the cool breeze of his room sending shivers up your spine when it graces the wet heat of your cunt. Around you, scattered on the bed, are the many polaroids you had just discovered earlier. Snapped photos of you in bed, in the shower, getting dressed in your room; all images that would’ve sent anyone else running for the hills. Eddie was so sure you would never speak to him again when you found that box full of all things you, but to his surprise (and sinful delight), you were just as fucked up as Eddie, if not more.

Eddie’s eyes dart all over the bed; polaroids, lace panties and matching bras, dainty jewelry, lipsticks, and perfume bottles. Eddie Munson was a perverted thief, and it somehow landed him balls deep down your throat. 

He reaches down and picks up a particular Polaroid, one of his favorites; a picture of you laid on your stomach in your bed, one leg hiked up to form a comfortable sleeping position. You’d forgone your sleeping shorts this night, and Eddie took it upon himself to jack off and cover your ass in sticky ropes of his cum, snapping a photo as the white substance dripped down between the folds of your ass to stain your pretty panties (Eddie stole those panties that same night).

He takes the picture and holds it up between two fingers. “So many nights of wasted cum… you’ve got a lot to make up for, sweet girl.” His voice is low and teasing, and you whine against him, nuzzling his cock further down your throat until your nose brushes against the curly hairs surrounding his base.

Eddie’s knuckles are tight against your scalp when he pulls you off his cock, shivering at the wet gasp you take, bleary eyes blinking up at him as your spit drips onto his thighs. “Think you’ve been good enough for it?” He wraps a hand around himself and rubs his throbbing tip against your lips, humming in approval when you open your mouth to offer your tongue. He slaps himself against your tongue a few times, chuckling when you whine and squeeze your thighs together. You can feel the sticky feeling of his cum and your arousal sliding against the insides of your hot thighs, and your eyes roll at the sensation. You lean forward and nuzzle against his cock, “Please, Eds— want it so bad. I’ve been so good, I have.” Your words are nearly slurred; the only thing on your mind is the overwhelming urge you have to feel Eddie’s cum in the back of your throat.

You don’t see Eddie reaching for his camera, too focused on licking your way down to his balls. “Fuck— look at me, sweetheart, give me those pretty eyes.”

You slowly blink up at Eddie, wet lashes fluttering and pouty lips grazing his cock as you gaze at the camera. A flash and a snapping sound echo through the room before a white card come out the bottom, a curse falling from Eddie’s lips as he shakes the paper and tosses it to the side for later. He nods down towards you, “Love on it, baby; show me how much you love my cock.” You don’t wait for another second, licking a thick stripe up his cock, rounding your lips around his tip to suck eagerly. Eddie takes another picture, and you whine.

“Shit, I’m gonna come— keep sucking baby, keep taking me in.”

You shuffle forward, nose brushing against his pelvis once again, and Eddie takes it as permission to secure a hand atop your head and begin fucking himself into the back of your throat. Both of your hands are fisted into the sheets below you, watery eyes gazing up at the blissed-out Eddie above you. His hips falter during the last few thrusts; he doesn’t last much longer. 

“I’m gonna come… don’t swallow, okay?” You nod as best as you can, and without further directions, Eddie’s cum floods your mouth until you nearly choke on it. 

He pulls out of your mouth with a moan, instructing you to open your mouth and show him your tongue, which you immediately obey. He reaches for the camera once more, snapping one picture with you on all fours, gazing up at the camera with your tongue out, white sticky cum coating the inside of your mouth. He takes a second picture, this time with his hand cradling your jaw. The third and last picture he takes is with his hand still cradling your jaw, but his thumb is now pressed against your tongue, smearing his sticky mess across your tastebuds.

And when he tosses the newly printed photos into the pile of new Polaroids, he catches a glimpse of one clear picture of your pussy freshly fucked and covered in his cum. Eddie can’t help it when his cock twitches against his thigh once again.

You didn't bother knocking. It was too cold to wait for him to answer, anyway. You stomped the snow off your boots, locked the door, and followed the sound of Eddie singing. He was always humming, whistling, or mumbling music to himself. He was in his bedroom, grabbing a fresh pair of pants and a shirt. You sat down on the edge of his bed and crossed your legs under you.

"I can't believe you're dragging me to Harrington's house for a party," he grumbled as a greeting.

You rolled your eyes. "You like him. Everyone does."

"Everyone does," he mocked, wrinkling his nose as he grabbed a crumpled pair of jeans from the floor.

"Don't you own any jeans without tears in them?" you asked. "You're gonna be freezing."

"I run hot," he said.

"So you wouldn't mind me kicking you out for a few minutes?"

Eddie grinned but didn't look up at you as he fished out a pair of socks from his chest of drawers. "You want me to go for a walk? I can."

You shook your head. As the days had gotten colder, you felt worse about shoving Eddie out of his own house to give you privacy. You didn't always let out pornographic-level moans. He could be in the living room, reading a magazine, and seemed completely unfazed by you fooling around in the next room when you came out.

"I was about to hop in the shower," he said after grabbing a pair of boxers and adding it to his pile. "I'll be about ten minutes. Is that enough time?"

"Sure."

He left the room, waving over his shoulder as he went. "Have fun!" he called, and shut the door behind him.

Oh, you would. The thought of being with him all night, him searching you out in the crush of people, meeting his eyes from across the room... You didn't even need to tease yourself to get yourself going. The thought of him was enough.

It was always enough.

--

The water pressure was shit, but that was what trailer life entailed. A small stove, an even smaller water heater, and thin walls.

Very thin walls.

While Eddie couldn't hear the buzz of the vibrator over the rush of water, he could hear your moans. It was as if he was tuned into the sound, picking it out from the roar of the rest of the world. He was already hard from the thought of you -- that was enough -- and he shampooed and washed as quickly as he could. The rest of the shower would be spent with his hand around his cock; there would be no time between then and the party, after all.

He bit down on his lower lip to keep from groaning, forehead resting on the wall the bathroom shared with his bedroom.

Five minutes may have passed. Your moans were getting higher. He knew you were close; after so many months, he had memorized every gasp and squeak, every moan and sigh. He could tell when you were close to cumming, when you were frustrated, when you wanted it rough.

"Fuck!"

Eddie froze. He knew that, too, but not from your visits. He'd heard the same tone of voice when your car's engine gave out last winter, and again that past summer when you'd lost your favourite necklace. (He'd kept it under his pillow for a week, imagining tightening it around your throat while you laid under him, until he gave it back under the guise of finding it laying around.)

He poked his head out of the shower.

"Y/N?" he called, then cut the water. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"Y-You can hear me over the shower?"

He winced. "Y... Yeah."

"Oh... Whatever!" Frustration bled through every word. "Whatever, just... It's fine."

"Doesn't sound fine," he said as he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. He left the bathroom and stood at the closed bedroom door. "What happened?"

"Stupid thing ran out of batteries."

"Oh." He frowned, uncertain of what to say. "I'm guessing the timing wasn't ideal?"

"Great deduction skills, Munson." You sighed heavily. He could hear the sheets shuffling. "You wouldn't happen to have any extras laying around, would you?"

"Not that I've seen."

"Well," you said after a moment. "I guess that ends that..."

"Or..."

It was stupid. That was the best part about it: he could just play it off as a joke, if it was too much. He could laugh and muss your hair and tease you about it after.

But if you said yes...

"Or?" you pressed, the silence between you loaded.

"Can I be of assistance?"

--

What? You, he... What?

You blinked, lips parted in shocked, staring at the door that stood between you. Your whole body still tingled, was still ready, still on the edge. But suddenly, it felt as if you were in a dream. You couldn't have heard him right.

"Are you serious?" you asked just as he followed up with, "I-It's no big deal to me."

You both laughed.

"Can I come in?" he asked. "I'm, I'm decent, by the way. Wearing a towel."

"Y-yeah," you said, tucking yourself further into the sheets.

Eddie stepped inside and shut the door behind him. You must have looked silly, his covers up to your chin. But you quickly forgot about what you looked like. You fought not to stare, the towel sitting low on his hips, one hand keeping it pinned closed. Water droplets still clung to his bare chest, making his tattoos glitter. His hair was longer, heavier with water, dripping as it clung to his neck and shoulders. The room was small, and you could feel the raging heat that radiated from his body.

"So were... were you serious?" you asked again. "Or are you just making fun of me?"

"I'd never make fun of you, sweetheart."

You scoffed. He gave you a crooked grin.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm serious. A friend in need, you know?"

"It wouldn't bother you? Like, it wouldn't be gross to you, seeing as we're friends?"

Eddie clapped a hand over his chest, wincing. "I see how it is. She thinks being with me is gross."

"N-No! I just don't want it to be awkward."

He looked up at your through his lashes, smiling. "I think we're well past awkward." He rubbed the back of his neck. "And if it makes you feel any better, you'd be helping me out with a, uh, similar problem."

Your gaze drifted down to the towel. It hadn't struck you that it sat awkwardly on his hips, betraying the shape just beneath. You chewed your lip.

"You're making me feel like a piece of meat, Y/N."

Your eyes shot back up to meet his, your cheeks heating.

"Are we doing this, Munson?"

Eddie pulled one hand away from his waist, opening the towel a little. The other side still covered him, but he waggled his eyebrows nonetheless.

"Should I do a strip tease? Will that do it for you?"

You giggled and sat up on your knees, keeping the sheets wrapped around you. He made you feel so... relaxed. They never laughed in the pornos, or in smutty books. But it felt right, to tease and snicker and scoff.

You shot him a wink. "Oh, are we doing it that way?"

You let the sheets drop.

--

Fuck. Fuck.

Eddie had kept the mood semi-serious to make you feel comfortable. To give you an out. And if you asked him to stop -- if you hesitated for one second -- he would withdraw. But it was certainly difficult to go back from this.

You were... God, you were perfect. Every freckle and mark, curve and bump, slope and shadow. It was like you were made to be held, to be kissed, praised -- no, worshiped. No matter what you looked like, he knew he'd be on his knees for you. But this was so much more than he'd expected.

Eddie stalked forward, to the edge of the bed, and your eyes tracked him all the way. Steady, studying -- anxiety swimming deep in your gaze. She thinks I'm not sure. He let his fingers drift up your neck until he held your cheek, thumb running over your bottom lip. You shut your eyes, your shaky sigh warming his chest -- inches away from each other.

"If you're not sure, we can stop. Okay?"

You nodded. He pressed him thumb to your chin and pulled your mouth open.

"Use your words."

"Okay," you repeated.

He let his towel drop, and you opened your eyes at the sound. He could see your throat bob.

"You're already..."

Eddie let his fingers drift under your chin, pulling your gaze up.

"I may have heard a little more in the shower than I let on."

"You were eavesdropping?" you gasped, mock salaciousness.

"Are you mad?"

His hand grazed your throat, down to the slope of your shoulder, tracing the bones, the curves. You shook your head, and he pushed you. It only took a little pressure for you to fall back, and he climbed over you.

"You sounded so sweet," he whispered against your throat, lips brushing the soft skin there. "I couldn't resist touching myself. It can be difficult, knowing someone so beautiful is laying in my bed, fucking herself with her vibrator."

He pressed a kiss to the base of your throat, suckling, nipping, drawing out soft mewls from your lips. Your hands drew up his back, tangled in his hair. Encouraging him as he dipped his head low, peppering kisses all over your chest, between your tits, beneath them. His nose brushed a nipple, and it stiffened in a second. Already, you were wet with shower water. Eddie lapped up the droplets, tongue snaking out to flick over your peaked nipple. You let out a sharp gasp, fingers twisting in his hair.

One hand ghosted up your leg, tracing over your knee, your thigh, your hip. His fingers brushed your pubic bone. He released your nipple with a wet pop, looked up at you.

"Yes?" he asked.

--

You took his hand and guided it to your slick folds, still tingling from the vibrator. The second he touched your clit, you let out a soft sigh -- not shocked but satisfied. Finally, your body sighed. Finally, he was touching you. You wanted to throw your head back and shut your eyes as his mouth sealed over your other nipple, tongue swirling and flicking over it. But you didn't want to miss a second, especially when he shot a coy glance your way.

He circled your clit, testing each side until he found the one that made you moan the loudest, made your hips buck up to meet his touch. Eddie dipped his fingers between your folds, spreading your slick all over your hot, puffy sex. His touch electrified you. Excited currents ran just under your skin, and your heart pounded so hard you were certain he could feel it.

He was hot. Maybe it was from the shower, but his touch seared you. The windows of the trailer were fogged up. He read each sound you made and seemed to chase them, seeking out every moan. You could have gotten lost in him -- in his heat, his scent, his skilled touch. When he slipped two fingers between your folds, you spread your legs wider -- eager, begging.

"Eddie," you breathed, searching for the words but coming up blank. "You... you're amazing, you're... Are you rutting against the bed?"

"I can stop myself, sweetheart," he panted against your chest. "I'm knuckle-deep in your hot, soaked cunt, my face buried in your tits. I'm aching down here."

"Stop using the bed," you giggled. "Start using me."

Something changed in him then. Something shifted in his face, moved in his eyes -- something darker, baser, something that ran deeper than what he showed on the surface. Eddie lifted himself up, kneeling between your legs. He withdrew his fingers from your pussy and used your slick to coat himself. He pumped his cock over you, looking you up and down.

"Do you know how hard it is, sleeping in this bed after you've used it? Some nights I lay awake wondering if I'm going insane."

You grasped one of your tits, kneading the nipple between your fingers. "I think about you when I lay here. Pretending my vibrator is your cock."

"Like this?" He slid his cock against your folds. Hot, hard, velvety soft.

You tipped your head back, grinding up against him. "Yes, yes."

His thrusts were slow, hard, pressing against your aching cunt with enough pressure to make your squirm. Eddie grasped your hips and held you down, grip strong enough to leave marks. It stung, nails digging into your flesh. But the pain mingled with the heat between your legs, the delicious friction that built up and up as he picked up the pace.

"How often do you listen to me?" you gasped, grasping his forearm with one hand as the other played with your tit.

Eddie's chuckle was dark, low. "How often do you moan my name?"

You lifted your legs, locking them around his waist. "Fucking pervert."

His expression darkened. He moved one hand to your throat, squeezing the sides. "You're the one leaving wet spots on my sheets, sweetheart."

"I'll bet you lick them up."

Eddie shifted, leaning down to lick a firm stripe from your opening to your clit, his hot tongue laid flat against you. You let out a quivering moan, grasping at his hair. You shut your eyes, lifting your hips up, begging for more. All you got was a quick, rough slap on the clit, then he was lining his cock up to your opening.

"You're being so mean to me," he said, his voice hoarse with arousal. "I lent you my bed all those times. Was a perfect gentleman to you. Now here I am, helping you get off, holding back when all I want to do is stuff my cock into your pretty mouth, and what do you do? Call me a pervert." Both his hands returned to your hips, holding you down again. "Beg for it, Y/N. Beg for my cock."

He pushed inside -- just a little, just enough for it to sting. You tried to push further, but his hands were firm on you, pressing you into the plush bed. Your pussy clenched around nothing, begging for something -- for him.

--

"Please," you mewled. "Please, Eddie. I want you."

That was enough for him. God, you didn't even have to say anything. Just tasting you, feeling you rut against him, hearing your desperate moans -- all of it was enough to drive him crazy. But Eddie wanted more. He had held back for so long, now he wanted to savour it.

"You want me to what?"

You pouted, and one hand came up to grasp your jaw.

"Don't act like a brat. Use your words, or I'll get dressed and we'll go to the party right now. I'll let you squirm all night. Tell me what you want." He let go of your jaw and returned his hand to your hip.

"I want you to fuck me! I want your cock inside me."

It was a whine. A drawn-out, pathetic cry for him. Eddie smirked and, slowly, carefully, pulled you onto him. You were hot, wet, soft. So much more than he had imagined. You let out a moan, head tipped back, eyes shut, back arching. He bottomed out and paused, catching his breath. Your pussy throbbed around his length, and it was all he could do not to cum right then.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he panted, trying and failing to keep the arousal from his voice.

You nodded. "Mhm."

He moved his hips -- slowly at first, testing, teasing. Drinking in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, your fingernails digging into his forearms. But as you relaxed, as the tension melted from you as stinging subsided and became pleasure, his thrusts grew faster, harder. He grunted with effort, from the warm, tight sensation pooling in his lower abdomen.

The snow outside muffled all sound. There was only your moans, his gasping breaths, and the slap of your flesh against his. He released your hip and traced two fingers across your lips. You opened them, sucking the digits for a moment before he pulled away and circled your clit.

"Eddie," you groaned.

"You like that, sweetheart? You like it when I play with your pussy?"

You nodded, but Eddie hardly saw. He was too distracted by the way your tits bounced with every thrust. There was so much more he wanted to do to you. He wanted another taste of your cunt; he wanted to fuck your throat; he wanted to let you ride him. But right now, he was addicted to the way you moaned, the way you looked beneath him. He couldn't focus on anything else.

This was already more than enough.

"Eddie," you moaned again as he licked his fingers and returned them to your clit. "'m gonna cum."

"Do it, sweetheart. Let go and cum for me."

--

Your orgasm was so strong that your eyes shut, your back arched, and your fingernails scraped down his arms. Heat exploded from your core. You forced your eyes open, watching Eddie as he thrust wildly into your cunt, letting you ride out every dizzying wave.

"'m so close, Y/N. S-so clo-- f-fuck."

You felt his cock twitch inside of you. Eddie stopped rubbing your clit, which was already overstimulated from his attention, and gripped the sheets above your head to steady himself. Warmth filled you as he came, letting out a string of barely-intelligible cusses.

Eddie leaned forward, his forehead on the bed beside your head, panting hard. His wet hair fell over your shoulder. You lifted it, tucking it behind his ear. He was red there, and all over his chest, up his neck. He turned his head to you, smiling.

"Holy shit," he gasped.

You giggled. "My thoughts exactly."

His hands came to cup your face, and as he slid out of you, you both sat up. He held you, one arm winding around your waist. You flung your arms over his shoulders.

"You... You were okay with that?" he asked.

You scoffed. "No. I cried out in pleasure because I hated every second."

He pinched your cheek. "So. You wouldn't mind doing that again?"

You couldn't hold back your smile. "Yes! I, I mean, no, I wouldn't mind. I'd... I'd like that, I --"

Eddie's nose slid against yours, his lips inches away from you. How was it that moments earlier, he was inside of you, yet this felt more intimate? You tipped your chin up, letting your lips brush. He closed the distance, mouths meeting in a slow, deep kiss.

"Should we start now?"

He leaned back, studying your face with an incredulous expression. "I thought we were going to Harrington's party."

"I mean..." You lifted one shoulder. "If you insist."

Eddie shook his head. "Oh, no. I just got you, sweetheart; no way I'm giving you up that easy."