#petalwrites

  "So... how's Vickie?" You asked as you lounged on your couch, legs propped up on the arm of the couch. You took a sip of the wine cooler you found in the fridge as you listened to Robin ramble about the girl of her dreams.

  Obviously, it made you think of Eddie and Steve. Robin said she was the luckiest person alive to have met someone like Vickie, but you knew that couldn't be true when you had not one, but two of the most perfect boyfriends you could have possibly wished for.

  They were supposed to be over, tonight was scary movie date night. Something had apparently come up with Dustin, so they were both gonna be late. You didn't mind too bad, they'd be here soon and the time to yourself was nice.

  You took another sip of your drink, laughing at something Robin said. You heard your dog walk down the hall, you thought you did, until you noticed him asleep in the armchair alongside you.

  You felt a chill run down your spine. Maybe Steve and Eddie were home sooner than they said they'd be. "Robin? I'll be right back." You said, hanging up the phone and standing up on shaky legs.

  You glanced over at your dog, where he was still sleeping peacefully. Surely, if there were an intruder or something, he would've woken up, started barking, something.

  You took a deep breath, it was almost certainly nothing. After sitting your drink down on the table next to the stovetop popcorn you'd made that was already growing cold. You walk down your hallway, half illuminated by the kitchen. You didn't speak, you hardly breathed. You never knew why people shouted out in horror movies, saying 'hello' like the intruder or monster would just come on out.

  You walked over to the hallways light switch, but before you could even turn it on, someone grabbed you from behind.

  You screamed and kicked as he lifted you against his chest, your feet rising off the ground. He covered your mouth with his hand and spun you both around, so you were facing another masked figure. There were two of them.

  "Shh.." The one behind you hushed you as the one in front moved in closer, his hand reaching up to grasp your neck.

  "Don't scream" The one in front of you whispered, and you almost thought it sounded familiar. That's when you recognized the Adidas sneakers he was wearing, registered the cold feeling of the cold metal rings on the hand over your mouth.

  You exhaled, a sigh of relief, and very quickly, all of that fear and adrenaline built into something much darker, much more exciting. "Say the word and we can stop." Eddie whispered behind you, slowly moving his hand off of your mouth. 

  When you didn't say anything, they both laughed before Eddie dropped you onto the floor. You fell to your hands and knees and Eddie pushed you down onto your stomach with his heavy boot.

  They followed you down to the ground, Steve kneeling in front of you and Eddie behind you, ripping down your sweatpants and underwear to throw them carelessly behind you all.

  Steve gripped your hair, lifting your head to look up at him. You weren't sure when he'd gotten his dick out, but the sight of him above you, face hidden behind that ghostly mask, his body silhouetted by the kitchen light, and his heavy cock resting on your lips. "Suck." He ordered, and you clenched around nothing as you obeyed. Steve was dominant, but he didn't order you around much, or talk down to you, that was Eddie's forte. Steve was quicker to coddle you, encourage you, baby you, praise you. Obviously you loved that, but this change in pace was so very hot.

  "Already fuckin' wet." Eddie laughed behind you, his voice deeper and muffled underneath his mask and it was sickening how hot it all was. Steve laughed at you too as Eddie ran his fingertips through your folds before fucking them into your already wet heat.

  For a while it stayed like that, Eddie roughly massaging your g-spot While you drooled over Steve's dick, his desperate groans spurring you on, distracting you from the slight ache in your jaw.

  Suddenly, in a few quick moments, Eddie switched hands, replacing his right hand with his left, then using his already slick fingers, he rubbed them over your asshole before sliding one in slowly.

  You moaned loudly around Steve, being penetrated in every hole by your two masked men, your heart was still racing, adrenaline making you the fingers Eddie pushed in and out of your pussy.

  You heard Eddie moan behind you, Steve moaning right after. "If you can hold your cum, you can go ahead and take her ass." Eddie offered with a laugh, a second finger sliding into your ass. You didn't know how his wrists weren't hurting, using his hands to fuck both your holes.

  Steve shook his head, gasping when you gagged on him. "I'm saving my cum for her fuckin' womb" He said, thrusting into your mouth to punctuate his sentence, holding back a moan when you gagged again.

  You looked up again, at Steve who hadn't stopped looking at you. His hand tangled in your hair while he fucked your throat, slower, his grip on your hair was rough but he still pet your scalp with his thumb.

  You moaned around the thick cock in your mouth, everything was getting to be way too much in the best way possible, and you could feel your orgasm approaching.

Eddie could feel it too, in the way your legs shook and the rhythmic clenching around each of the fingers he moved in and out of you. He laughed before he started speaking. “How about… I’ll let you cum if you can tell me… What’s the name of the big scary bad guy in Nightmare on Elm Street, hm? We just rewatched that, you should know it, baby.” His voice was sickly sweet, in a teasing way. You wanted to roll your eyes, of course you knew the answer.

You begin to pull yourself off of Steve, so you could speak, but instead his large hand found the back of your head, pushing you down on him. You gagged, and tried again, just for him to do the same thing again. Him and Eddie both laughed in unison, leaving you feeling slightly embarrassed and very frustrated, but it only helped you get closer to your climax.

You continued to try, again and again, before finally you looked up at Steve with your desperate, teary eyes and he let you up.

You sputtered, catching your breath, whimpering, all but screaming “Freddy!” Finally, you cried, feeling yourself start to tip over the edge, before Eddie removed his fingers from you, pulling you upward by your hair, still on your knees.

You felt the plastic of his mask on your neck, his hot breath still hitting you through the mask. Eddie laughed. “You’re so smart doll… but you can wait, save it for when you’re on our dicks, hm?” He spoke lowly, and you wanted to cry. You did cry.

Steve caressed your face as he moved in closer, kneeling in directly front of you while Eddie kneeled behind you, his chest pressed against your back. Eddie wrapped an arm around your waist as Steve lifted one of your legs. You moaned from just the feeling of their tips at each of your entrances, prepped and ready for them.

You were grateful Steve wanted your pussy. While him and Eddie were both very well endowed, Steve was a bit bigger, especially in girth, and while Eddie had put plenty of attention into preparing you for the stretch, you’d still take his stretch in your ass over Steve’s.

They pushed in at the same time, all three of you moaning loudly. Steve bottomed out first, Eddie thankfully took his time, his hand gripping your side as he groaned in your ear. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.” He punctuated his sentence with a slap on your ass as him and Steve finally began to move in and out of you.

It didn’t take long before they matched rhythm, and all you could do was let your head fall back onto Eddie’s shoulder as you were just overtaken by pleasure.

You could feel your orgasm coming back yet again. “Please-” You whimpered, looking up at Eddie with those pleading eyes and then at Steve, who could only coo at your fucked out face.

“Please what?” Eddie encouraged you to use more words as he fucked your ass a bit faster, as fast as he could while also supporting most of your weight. Steve moved faster with him.

You whined, tears rolling slowly down your cheeks. “Please can I cum? Please?” You barely get out between your desperate whines.

They’re both silent for a moment, looking at each other. They always did this, sometimes you wondered if they were telepathic, having these mental conversations that you didn’t get to be part of.

Eventually Steve’s free hand found your clit, gently rubbing it in small circles as he spoke. “Go ahead princess.”

You were finished immediately. Screaming, clutching their hands on your body with your own. You shook, your legs, arms, chest, body rattling with your release. You heard your mess hit the floor as you squirted, hard. The fluid rain down your legs, down their balls, soaking the floor underneath you.

The three of you become one erotic mess in on the floor of your hallway as Steve came quickly after you, filling you up. It felt so hot inside of you, warm as it dripped out around his shaft.

Eddie was close but not quite there. He pushed you forward, letting you slump against Steve’s chest. Steve, who reached forward to spread your cheeks apart to give Eddie more room as he fucked your ass like the world was ending.

Finally he stopped, pressing himself so deep in you that you could feel his balls pressing against the bottom of your pussy. More than that, you could feel his hot cum fill you entirely. You whimpered against Steve’s shirt, his arms that were holding you up hugged you as he and Eddie both slowly pulled out of you.

You stayed there like that for a bit, slumped against Steve’s chest like a corpse. After you caught your breath and the tears stopped, Eddie helped you stand, walking you to the bathroom.

You stood in front of the mirror as he helped you take off your shirt. Your eyes couldn’t find his, still hidden behind that mask that looked more than good on him. “Eddie.. I wanna see you.” You turned your head to look at him and he looked down at you, face hidden.

“Shit, you know who I am..? Now I have to kill you..” He said, jokingly before taking the mask off.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, his cheeks were so rosy and his bangs were entirely soaked, flattened down onto his forehead. He rolled his eyes, “It’s fuckin’ hot in there. Worth it for that look on your face though.” He smirked, making you blush as he ripped off his shirt.

He turned on the shower, helping you inside and following you. The hot water resolved the aches you didn’t realize you had, from getting essentially gang banged on the floor, if two men count as a gang.

Eddie washed your hair for you, massaging your scalp as Steve finally joined you both after cleaning the aftermath in the hallway. “I took care of your mess.” He smiled as he leaned in to kiss you, your hands finding his broad freckled shoulders.

You rinsed out your hair, then let Eddie coat it in conditioner while Steve tenderly washed your body, particularly gentle over your hips and knees which he correctly assumed to be sore, kissing over your stomach and chest as the water overhead washed the soap away.

You tiredly helped wash each of them, your soapy hands massaging over Steve’s tan chest, soap foaming over his chest hair. You kissed Eddie’s cheek as you rinsed the shampoo out of his wild hair, that was temporarily tamed by the weight of the water hanging from each strand.

It wasn’t too long before you were finally dry, head laying against Eddie’s chest with your legs in Steve’s lap, his hands rubbing at your now socked feet, some scary movie playing on the tv, and your popcorn cold and long forgotten on the table.

“You look really pretty trapped like this.” He dragged a knuckle down the slope of your jaw. Cocky smirk still on his face, but that was fine by you, he was handsome. “Say the word and I’ll set you free.” He offered you an out, but you didn’t want that.

You grinned and exhaled. “I’m fine right here.” His smirk only grew and you blushed in anticipation, both at the position you were in, and at the sight of the growing bulge in his jeans.

Peter had this way of making you feel so safe, so relaxed, but perfectly overwhelmed and on edge at the same time, in a way that you’d always appreciated.

He moved in closer to you, his hand skating up your side, the fabric your shirt moving upward with it. Goosebumps covered your skin under his gentle touch, crawling up your sides and drenching your chest as his lips found your neck.

“Always so pretty for me.” He whispered, voice light and boyish in a way that felt like home to you.

You blushed deeper, if that was possible, his lips kissing down your neck before finding your nipple after he’d succeeded in pushing your shirt up your body.

His lips pressed against the skin of your breath, tongue flicking over the tip of your nipple as it hardened in his mouth. One hand held your shirt up and the other had a death grip on your hip, keeping you in place while all you could do was stay still and whimper behind your closed lips.

You ached to have your hands in that messy hair of his, to hold him in place or push him toward his bed. But like you said, you were fine where you were, content to be stuck against his wall like a fly caught in a spider’s web.

“Peter-” You said his name in a hushed tone, back arching slightly. He looked up at you from where he was, only doubling down on his efforts to use his tongue against you.

After you whined for what was probably the third time, he finally relented. Pulling off and moving back slightly, he hooked his fingers in your jeans and behind your panties, stripping them down your legs.

He’d seen you bare like this a million times, yet that fact didn’t stop the blush that painted your face and chest, or the blush that darkened his cheeks as he kicked your feet apart.

His eyes never left your pussy, his nimble fingers reaching down to spread your soft folds, to discover how wet you already were. He smirked slightly. “I wanna taste you so bad” He groaned and you nearly whined impatiently, but he was already rolling his eyes. “Fine, I’ll wait. Tomorrow or somethin’” He smirked and then his jeans and boxers were dropping to the floor, and kicked away to join yours.

You whimpered just from the prospect of what was about to happen, his smirk growing and his strong hand pulling your leg up onto his hip.

You looked down, unashamedly admiring him, his length and shape- Peter was long, not too thick, and his tip was the prettiest shade of pink you’d ever seen, already leaking, proving to you that you weren’t the only one so worked up.

He moved in even closer, finally closing you in, the walk against your back and your chest against his. His tip slid through your lips and his eyes found yours, foreheads pressing together as he looked at you, confident, yet pleading. “Good?” He asked in a whisper, and you nodded, giving him the permission he needed before he pushed into you, rocking his hips slowly until he was buried fully, pulling your breath from your lungs.

Both of his hands held each of your legs, holding them up on his hips. You were fully caught by him, wrists bound against the wall and his fingertips bruising the fat of your thighs.

You moaned when he began to move, uselessly trying to rock your hips to meet his. However you didn’t have much leverage, and you didn’t need to, as he was almost immediately fucking up into you with an impressive force that had you reeling.

When you moaned again he shushed you, lips brushing against the column of your throat as he whispered, “Quiet, May downstairs”. You obediently chewed your lip to silence yourself as he groaned quietly, breaths shaking with each thrust.

His lips parted, eyebrows pinching together as he fucked you and he just looked so, so pretty it was almost unfair. You couldn’t hold back, a long drawn out whine falling from your lips, sounding louder to him due to proximity than it really was. That didn’t stop him from dropping one of your legs to raise his arm, and before you could really see anything, there was web fluid, firmly holding your lips together.

You clenched around him, that was so hot. All you could do now was whimper weakly, exhaling soft and short huffs through your nose as sweat started to paint your forehead. The heat of being so close together was so hot and it seemed to be affecting him too because he was soon ripping off his shirt, naked in front of you except for those web shooters, and that was even more hot, almost disgustingly so.

You clenched hard around him, eyes closing as you leaned your head back. Just looking at him was bringing you to the edge embarrassingly soon. You thought maybe closing your eyes would help you prolong the experience, but that didn’t seem to matter because just as quickly, the hand that wasn’t holding you up had found your clit, rubbing it tenderly.

Really he was just craving the sounds you make when you cum, or whatever he could hear behind the webs. That and the rythmic clenching around his dick.

He chased it as he slid his fingers over your clit, over and over again, looking for that feeling of you milking him- and he found it, because soon enough you were whining against the web over your lips, squirting over his dick as the feeling of your orgasm made your skin tingle, vision going white.

“Fuck- ah, fuck-” He gritted his teeth as his dick twitched before he was cumming into you, fucking you almost violently as he rode out both of your orgasms, painting your insides white and filling you with that warm and satisfied feeling.

He stayed inside you for a moment, allowing you each time to catch your breath before he pulled out and let your legs down. “Shit.. I’m sorry, I’ll buy you one of those pills real soon.” He said, half laughing and half guilty.

You didn’t mind, you’d never say it because he’d become ravenous, but you loved that feeling of being full of him, full for him.

He kissed your forehead, looking down your body, his softening dick twitching, nearly coming back to life as he saw your thighs, soaked with your arousal, slick from squirting, and soon being mixed with his cum.

“I’m sorry, I can’t wait till t’morrow to taste you..” He smirked, dropping to his knees and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Before you could even process any of that, his mouth was on you, digging into you and lapping up the cum that he’d just fucked into you.

Peter loved going down on you, he’d made that abundantly clear to you, he did it for his own pleasure sometimes. This was one of those times, that was prevalent by how instead of focusing all of his attention on your clit, it was instead focused on your taste.

He only cared to swallow your arousal and his own cum, moaning against you until he’d gotten his fix. Until he was looking up at you on his knees, wiping the wetness off of his chin.

He stood finally and slid his fingertips behind your wrists before breaking your hands free from the web he’d trapped you with. “Did so good.” He’d whisper as he walked you over to his bed, sitting you down and bringing over a solvent that he’d use to free your lips from the web.

“Thank you” You’d whisper as you lean in to kiss him gently, blushing, bashful like he wasn’t twice as dirty as you were.

  These group hang outs were a very regular occurrence, a more recent occurrence was them happening at your house. Ever since you and Dustin's mom switched to the night shift, that left an open and empty house each night, perfect for dnd, movie nights, or game nights, like tonight.

Right now you were playing some card game Dustin learned at nerd camp. Or everyone else was. Dustin had tried a dozen times to teach you but you found it confusing, and a little boring. So you and Steve were on a in which you and him both worked together, but you somewhat threw him to the wolves, and he was losing terribly.

  You often had trouble fitting in, into any group. Of course, these were some of the most welcoming people ever, but you struggled a bit. For the longest time, you just felt like you were the weird older sister, inserting herself into her little brothers friend group. Then organically, you got closer with Steve, he'd become your best friend. Of course, you felt weird, inserting yourself in his plans with him and Robin, but then you were more than welcome, and now Robin is your other best friend.

  You knew all of these people well. Except Eddie. At first, you didn't like him, some strange, grown up super senior who you knew was into drugs, hanging around your sweet little brother. But then you realized it wasn't much different than Steve, and Steve was great. Eddie proved himself to be just as great pretty quickly.

  Still however, you were just painfully awkward around him, he picked up on it, so he became just as awkward. It wasn't entirely his fault, you just sucked at being around new people. It happened with Robin, Steve, each of Dustin's friends. You remembered the day your family was invited over to the Wheelers' for dinner. 'Go play with Nancy!' just for you to stand awkwardly in her room while she read a book.

  Eddie was different though. Maybe it was because he was loud, abrasive, unpredictable. Maybe the rumours you heard about him had some kind of influence, which you really hoped wasn't the case. But he just turned you into an idiot whenever he was around. But it was much easier with extra people, that's why you were wedged tight in between Robin and Steve, Using them as a shield.

  "Seven?" Steve whispered to you, showing you the cards in his hand, and all you could do was shrug and nod. You had no idea, and neither did he. He shrugged back to you, went with 7, and lost 3 points for you both.

  He groaned, threw his head back, all of the dramatics he displayed with a few beers in his system, the alcohol in your own had you giggling airily.

  "What if maybe we played a game that isn't impossible?" He grumbled, only earning a few eye rolls and another giggle from yourself.

You perked up, leaning forward,  "Let's play canasta!" You offered, receiving what seemed like extreme disagreement from all around your coffee table. You shrugged. "What's wrong with canasta?"

  Dustin rolled his eyes, "canasta totally sucks."

  "No it doesn't!"

  You and Eddie spoke in unison, eyes finding each others. His lips quirked upward into a smirk that made you feel like you were going to throw up- in a good way.

  He nodded at you. "Canasta, Dustin, requires strategy and patience and it is a fantastic game." he said, lolling his head to the side as he looked up at Dustin through his eyelashes, arms crossed over his chest in disagreement.

  You nod in support of him, subconsciously copying his form, arms over your own chest "And plus it's way more fun." You look up at your younger brother where he sits on the couch where he looks down at you, entirely unconvinced. You hear Steve snort and you look over at him with a pout.

  He shrugs at you, laughing under his breath at your face, at this conversation. "This game blows... but canasta? fat chance." He shakes his head, taking a sip of his beer.

  You huff and stand. "Whatever- i'm sitting with Eddie, since he has half decent opinions. I'll be on his team." You said- despite the fact that this game didn't have teams, Dustin just threw you and Steve together because he figured that two halves of a brain put together make one whole brain.

  As you walked around the table to Eddie, your heart leaped into your throat. The wine and cherry vodka were controlling your legs for you, bringing you over to the musician and plopping you down alongside him. Forward as ever, and encouraged by his own beers, his arm quickly wrapped around you. Much to your surprise, but not at all to your dismay.

  The game went pretty smoothly after that, minimal conversation, it was the kind of game you had to really focus on- not your kind of game. Steve lost and Max won, unsurprisingly. As it came to a close, you helped Robin put away cards and Eddie stood for a smoke break, walking outside your front door.

  Less than a minute had gone by before you saw Eddie's jacket on the floor where he had been sitting. It was chilly out; crisp autumn leaves falling to the ground under the night sky. He was only wearing a short sleeve shirt, he must be cold.

  Before you could decide what to do, it seemed you were already walking outside, jacket in hand.

  He smiled when he saw you, gratefully taking the jacket from you and tilting his head back, beckoning you to stay outside with him.  You smiled, pulling yourself up onto the ledge of your patio, leaning against the pillar.

  "So... d'you only talk when your drinking?" He asked sheepishly, pointing at you with the jacket in his hand. You can only roll your eyes and shake your head.

  "I'm just weird with people- for a while at least. I'm not really good at making friends or having conversations and stuff." You shrug.

  He nods, in support, maybe in a deeper understanding that lies beneath the words he doesn't say. "I think you're alright." He says, moving closer to you and draping his jacket over your shoulders. Obviously you'd brought it out for him, but that doesn't mean you don't appreciate the thick fabric protecting you from the icy Hawkins air.

  "Can I tell you somethin'?" You asked him, he nodded. When did he get so close, you wonder. "I'm not real good at canasta either.." You blush, like you'd told your deepest secret.

  He barked out a loud laugh, throwing his head back before looking at you, bemused face contrasting your sheepish one entirely.

  "I don't even know what canasta is-" He grinned. "I just didn't want you to be on your own against those punks. Team canasta till death." He chuckled, and you couldn't help but laugh with him. He was so close. You could smell the cigarettes on his breath, and the cherry chapstick you'd seen him put on earlier.

  "I'm sorry I didn't... socialize with you sooner... I always feel like i'm taking over Dustin's friends, i don't have many of my own" You laugh and he shakes his head.

  "This is good, you’re alright."

  His simple affirmation had you reeling. You could feel your face burning with your blush, but it was chilly out, so maybe he'd assume it was from the cold. But the smirk on his face told you otherwise.

He leaned in a little closer. “I could’ve made the effort to get to know you, I mean I should’ve” He laughed softly. “I didn’t know you were just shy, Figured you must’ve just hated me or somethin’” He laughed, but in return you just shook your head and pouted.

“What? Of course I never hated you- just dunno how to talk to you. You’re so cool and- loud…” You let out an exhale that was close to a laugh and he laughed in return.

He moved closer again, his knee bumping yours, you could feel his breath on your face, and surely this instance had you feeling more drunk than anything you’d had to drink.

“It’s okay… I’ve never been to sure how to talk to someone as sweet and pretty as you.” He looked down at you, tongue in cheek. His eyes were on your lips, unmoving. You might not be the smartest person ever, but you weren’t dumb, you knew what was happening.

“If you want to kiss me, you can..”

The biggest smirk you’d ever seen, and then his lips were on yours, his big hands finding the sides of your face to hold you still, rings cold on your blushing skin. His hips slot between your legs where they spread as you sat on the rail of your patio and you shivered.

Timidly, your hands moved to his waist, gripping his shirt as he kissed you deeper, tongue sliding over your bottom lip. You didn’t quite know how you got here, but you weren’t complaining either.

“Y’know I noticed you way before I ever met Dustin.. thought you were breathtaking” He whispered, trailing kisses from your lips, down your neck.

“R-really? How come you never said anything?” You asked, out of breath over so little. He snickered in your ear as his tongue found your lobe, making you whimper in his ear, which had him already aching in the restriction of his jeans.

His hand slid under your shirt, slowly, resting on your stomach so that you could protest. When you didn’t, his hand slid up further, infighting goosebumps over your ribs. “You were always hangin’ around King Steve- didn’t think I was the kind of guy you wanted talking to you… now look at you.” He smirked, burying his head in your neck.

You tilted your head to the side to give him more room at the same time as you pulled him closer to you by his shirt. “You are.. the kind of guy I want talkin’ to me” You whispered, one of your legs hooking around the back of one of his. You didn’t consider the fact that you were outside, that any one of your friends, your brother, could see you through the window if they peaked out the curtain. You couldn’t really bring yourself to care about anything except for Eddie’s lips on your skin and the heat he brought between your legs.

He laughed against your collarbone, tongue snaking long the divot there. “Yeah I got that now” He laughed, one hand sliding to your back, holding you up as he leaned into you, the other hand gripping your breast, kneading the soft flesh in his hand. “Look at you… Not so shy now.” He whispered against your skin, as if he wasn’t just as awkward around you.

Your hands moved up his chest to rest on his neck. “You’re not hard to feel good with.” You answered as if he’d asked a question. Your words earned a smirk twice the size of the one that seemed to just permanently rest on his face.

“Got that right.” He laughed, Rolling his hips against yours, and you both let out a strangled moan each, wanting to be quiet but the alcohol and lust was taking over you both. “So fuckin’ perfect, look at you… sound just as pretty as you taste.”

His words had you whimpering, each sound you made had him going crazy, his head hurt from how overwhelmed with his own lust he was.

You push your hips toward him, grateful for the form fit of his jeans, you could feel his entire length against your core. “Shit..” You whimpered, eyes catching his, he smirked, humming in question. “You feel so big.” a whisper from your lips, your gaze quickly moving down to memorize the shape of him.

He groaned, blushing himself. He buried his face in your neck again, sucking on the skin below your pulse point, humming softly. It had you whimpering, a domino effect. Your whimper, his hips jerking, you moaning and scratching at his neck when you felt his length push against your heat once more, you rolled your hips, and suddenly you were both just grinding desperately against one another.

His hand gripped at your chest and you pulled your shirt up for him to see better, which had his eyes bugging out of his head, before those soft pink lips of his were wrapped around your nipple.

You moaned at the feeling, it was drunkening and you heard, and felt him laugh around your hardening bud. It felt fantastic, but you missed the feeling of him.

So, you grabbed his hair, not hard, but firm. Guiding him back up to your face, and kissing him deeply, teeth catching on his bottom lip.

Eddie let out a broken whine, sounding almost startled, but beyond blissful. Your sudden confidence had his knees weak, your mouth on his, your hand in his hair. But what was the end of him, was your hand grabbing his already sensitive dick through his jeans.

His breath caught in his throat, he looked up at you with his mouth hung open, eyes wide, needy, grateful, guilty. You felt the new warmth on your hand before you actually realized anything, and with the long, drawn out moan that was close to a sigh, you realized.

“Holy shit..” You smirked, he only blushed as deeply as anyone possibly could, staring at you wide eyed. “Did you just cum in your fucking pants?” You asked, a smile painting your voice.

He shook his head before he nodded. “I- Shit- I’m so sorry-” He stammered, stepping back. He was about to continue his apologetic, embarrassed ramble before you cut him off.

“Don’t be sorry! That was kind of.. like, extremely hot. It’s okay, I’m not bothered” You pulled him back closer to you.

“Jesus… thank you” He said, awkward not knowing what to say, not sure what exactly he was thanking you for, still blushing. You didn’t really know what to say either, it was laughable how quickly the air of awkwardness had returned between the two of you. But you didn’t feel nervous, not at all.

He kissed his teeth, looking down at himself and then back up at you. “What do I even do about this? Leave?” He laughed, but you knew he was embarrassed, and you didn’t want him to leave.

“You can take a shower… I have some of Steve’s clothes in my room, they’ll fit you.” You offered with a smile and he raised an eye brow at you.

“Why do you have Harrington’s clothes in your room?” He pried, a teasing lilt to his voice that let you know you didn’t have to answer. “Thank you, really.” He said, a genuine smile before he helped you off the fence.

You walked slowly, aching from the wood that had been digging into your ass for the longest time, you hadn’t noticed, how could you when there was Eddie to focus on.

You stared at his back as you both walked to the front door. “Hey.. why don’t you stick around tonight? I’m sure Dustin wouldn’t mind.. maybe we can hang out tomorrow?” You asked, heart pounding in your chest.

He turned back to you and smirked. “Yeah, I guess I can take you on a Date or somethin’” He said as he opened the door for you to enter first.

He walked to the bathroom, and you hoped your blush wasn’t noticeable as you found Steve in your kitchen.

You tapped his shoulder, bringing his attention to you rather than the food in your fridge. “Eddie’s gonna take a shower, I told him he could wear some of the clothes you have here” You said, leaning back against the counter.

Steve nodded absently before he actually looked at you, his eyes flitting from your messy hair, to your pink cheeks, hickey on your neck, and finally Eddie’s jacket still hanging off your shoulders.

You blink your eyes open, head pounding, neck sore. Your eyes found the green wall of the bedroom Spencer had given you. Right back where you started, with Milo curled up next to you. You couldn't ignore the twinge of relief you felt, being back here, back in this cell, back under his eyes.

You rolled from your side to your back, whimpering as you did. You sort of remembered what happened. You remembered the highway, remembered running away from in stead of toward it.

You remembered getting back to the bunker, seeing that camera, and then seeing... nothing.

You remembered the feeling in the back of your neck, and it wasn't hard to piece together what had happened. Etorphine maybe? Something like that.

You shot up to a sitting position when you heard a sniffling sound, your eyes finding Spencer's where he stood at the foot of the bed you rested on.

His eyes were puffy and red, lips chapped and bitten raw, his hair was a mess and you could tell his hands had been running through it. You could tell he'd been crying and you felt nothing but intense guilt. He didn't say anything, and neither did you. He just watched you. You sat up a little straighter.

Were you supposed to talk? you didn't know what there possibly was to say. You didn't know how to navigate this situation, and it was clear that neither did he.

You chewed your lip. "Spence-"

"Shut the fuck up." He cut you off and you closed your mouth immediately. Naturally obedient or just terrified? He wasn't sure and neither were you.

He stalked over to the side of the bed, long legs making their way toward you. You looked up at him, hands trembling with nerves, with fear and with guilt.

His large hand reached down and grabbed your jaw. His fingers digging into your skin as he angled your head to look up at him. You'd have bruises you were sure. But he was so angry, so hurt, you could see it radiating off of him. If these were the worst bruises you'd gotten today, that would be remarkably lucky.

You whimpered as his grip tightened more. He didn't speak, just staring into your eyes. You saw tears creep up over his waterline, and you watched him will them away.

He dropped his hand from your face, fists clenching at his sides before they relaxed. He got on the bed in front of you, and you wanted to inch away, but you didn't.

Sitting across from one another, he let out a shaky breath. "Why would you do that to me?" He asked, voice shaky and muddy with tears.

Your chest burned, you wanted to cry too. "I-" you started to answer, but his hand found your chin again and pushed you back, slamming the back of your head against the headboard.

You let out a sound, a weak yelp, wincing as he pressed your head painfully against the wood.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" He asked again, louder, his hand shook against your skin.

"I-" "Why would you leave me?" He wouldn't let you talk, raising his voice again, his dull nails digging into the skin of your cheeks. A tear fell from your eye onto his hand, and it only made him grip you harder.

"I-I came back-" You tried to explain yourself, but that wasn't the right choice, his hand pulled back and smacked you across the face.

You pushed yourself up right just as fast as you had fallen to the side. Your ears burned, cheek hot as his handprint appeared. "Spencer-" You started and he hit you again.

You grabbed your face in your hands as you cried, and you could hear him cry too. You waited for him to calm down, waited to calm down yourself. "I- I." You sniffed, you didn't know what to say, how to explain yourself. "I didn't- didn't want to leave you- but I needed to go home-"

"This is your home." He cut you off curtly, his lip trembling to match yours. You frowned further. He had to have known what you meant,but maybe his emotional side was taking over the genius side.

You chewed your lip. Home wasn't a house, it was your family and your job, your friends.

"Spencer.. I... I miss-"

"You miss Derek?" Spencer assumed bitterly, saying Derek's name like it was poisonous. He was definitely acting on emotion rather than logic, his jealousy and possessiveness blinding him to the reasons you felt were so obvious.

"I... miss my mom Spencer." Your voice cracked and his face softened just slightly. He knew what you were missing, he had to. His feelings were just hurt right now, and it was your fault.

He leaned back, away from you, and the slight distance both made it easier to think and harder to breathe.

His hands rubbed over his face, smoothing over worried skin, before he ran his fingers through his hair for what you could only imagine was the hundredth time.

He sighed and looked at you with glassy eyes. "I can't understand why you left angel.." He said, voice cracking and it broke your heart.

"Spencer, I came back." You insisted, and he knew it was true, he watched you go back. Still it didn't sooth him, he only grew more agitated.

He leaned forward, eyes wild and broken. "That doesn't matter, what matters is that you left." He spoke, clearly trying to come off stern and supportive, but he only looked afraid and vulnerable.

You contemplated what to say. Spencer was smart enough for you to have a good conversation, for you to explain what you felt.

Except right now it wasn't that simple, you weren't sure how capable of logical thinking Spencer was right now, not when he was so upset.

"I'm sorry... that I left you. I'm happy here, that's why I came back, you're so good to me." You started. You weren't trying to feed into his ego, but it was making him feel significantly better.

"Spencer I just need you to understand that.. I miss my family, and I miss working, and- and going for walks in the park- being able to go for walks in the park..." You spoke, stopping when he began to nod.

"I- I know it's not easy.. to be stuck here." His eyes timidly met yours. "I need you to understand that I need you here.. to keep you safe. You're mine, mine to love, and to protect, and how can I protect you if I don't keep you in one spot." He frowned and so did you.

All you could do was stare at him after? You didn't have a rebuttal, this wasn't a conversation that you knew how to have.

Slowly he moved closer, bringing a gentle hand up to your face, timidly swiping his fingertips over your damp cheek. "I'm sorry this isn't ideal." He said in a whisper.

'This isn't ideal' like you weren't a literal kidnapping victim, repeatedly drugged and beaten and stolen from anything you've ever known or loved. But you couldn't bring yourself to feel that way. You knew what condition so many kidnapping victims were kept in, and you were much better off than a lot of them were. You were blessed.

"I'm sorry that I left." you whispered back to him, eyes digging into his. For the most part, Spencer was so sweet and gentle with you. You leaned into his hand on your face. You craved the tenderness more than you realized. You needed it so bad, the bruises were worth it to earn the gentle affection.

The corner of his mouth twitched upward, almost smiling and your chest ached with relief, he wasn't so angry anymore. "I'm glad you came back." He whispered, leaning forward and kissing your forehead. "Are you really happy here?" He asked, and you nodded against his touch. "Prove it to me." He said before leaning back on his hands.

You didn't know what he meant, examining his teary eyes, lips bitten raw, twitching hands, and finally, the slight tent in his slacks. Heat rose to your cheeks as you shuffled closer to him, kissing him gently, to which he kissed you back immediately.

He helped you take your shirt off, finger tips gliding across your skin and leaving goosebumps to pebble in their wake. You took your pants off, along with your panties, as he unbuckled his belt tor you.

Pulling him out was your job. Your hand wrapping around him, long and warm. You heard a noise come from him, deep in his chest as your hand moved up and down him slowly.

You felt a rush of nervousness, but when you looked up to him, and saw that reassuring, assertive look in his eyes, your anxiety settled, and you crawled into his lap, your thighs on either side of his waist.

His lips found your forehead as you spat on your hand, bringing slick fingertips down and between your legs, swiping them between your lips to make sure you were ready to take him.

His shoulders tensed in anticipation as you gripped them, lifting yourself up, lining him up, and then very slowly sinking down.

He breathed slowly, and you matched him, deep breaths in and out as he parted you and pushed past your walls, until you let yourself move down, until your ass was flush against the inner half of his his thighs, the thatch of hair above his cock warm against your clit, and his balls, heavy under your ass.

You whimpered and he did to, at just the sound.

His hands rested on your hips, fingers digging lightly into the soft flesh there.

"G-good." He praised, sounding nearly pained as you finally began moving. Shifting up before letting gravity help you back down.

You did it again and again, before his grip tightened on your hips and he helped you move up and down, up and down. At first, you'd held back any noises you felt inclined to make, but soon you were whimpering into the crook of his neck as you slammed your ass down onto him, praying that every positive and negative feeling he'd ever forced upon you was felt in each thrust of yourself onto him.

His lips found your shoulder and you screamed as he was suddenly biting you, his teeth digging into your skin, claiming you in one more way. His hands would leave bruises on your hips, but you wouldn't be surprised if his shoulders didn't end up with bruises from your grip, scratches from your nails.

It wasn't long before your knees began to ache, but each soft groan and sigh that fell from his chapped lips kept you going, encouraging you to move faster, squeezing around him, sucking him into you like he was meant to be there, because maybe he was.

His lips dragged along the side of your face, almost kissing your skin but not quite. He placed his lips on yours eventually, swallowing the moan you let out, and moaning against your kiss in return as you picked up the pace.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm. You could feel his hand gliding down your stomach and between your legs, searching for and finding your clit. He was an abuser, a kidnapper, murderer, but he was not the kind of man who would cum before you did.

You nearly screamed at his fingers, fast and steady against your clit, moving in tight circles in order to pull you along with him, bring you right next to him on the edge.

You clenched around him as he twitched inside of you. "Ask first." He said, voice strained. You whimpered again louder.

"Please?"

"Please what?"

You whined, head falling back and allowing his lips to suck on your neck. Your legs shook and your chest heaved. "Please can I cum? Please?" You whined and he moaned, nodding against the side of your head before you were both cumming in unison, his fingers tearing at your sides while your body quivered over his. Each of you moaned together, in a symphony.

He rubbed your back, nimble fingers tended along your spine. You hid your teary eyes in his neck, you weren't upset, you didn't need to cry, but your body was bringing you there anyway.

You're pretty sure he could tell, whispers of 'it's okay' and "you're okay' in your ear.

Slowly, after you had both caught your breath, after a good amount of his cum had slipped out of you and down his balls, he leaned you both forward, pulling out of you and letting you lay on your back.

Your eyes closed quickly and he didn't protest. A kiss on your cheek and a loving hand in your hair."I took a leave of absence." He speaks softly. "I'm not going anywhere for a little while." He said.

It should've sounded like a threat but instead it was calming, exhilarating. He peppered kisses over your back as you rolled onto your stomach, hiding your tired smile in the pillow but he saw it anyway.

"I'm going to take a shower... but I'll be right here when you wake up angel." He whispered in your hair before getting up and walking away.

And for the first time, being apart from him didn't give you any new sense of clarity. You felt the exact same as you did, with your arms around each other and him deep inside you while you recount how much you truly love him.

Andrew really sucked, he never spoke to you so sweet.

You chewed your lip as you tried to form a sentence in your head that wouldn't embarrass yourself. "Um- I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say. I'd really like to buy from you, please." You spoke, careful with your words so you wouldn't sound like a complete idiot.

"Awe- y'calling for Andrew?" He asked, as if it wasn't obvious enough that you didn't know what you were doing.

"No- no, um, we broke up a little while ago he uh..." You trailed off, you didn't wanna over share and annoy Eddie. "He left your number at my house and I figured, y'know, I wanna buy some weed- please." You tried and failed to hold in your nervous giggle, you couldn't hear him smiling on the other side of the line at how cute he found you.

"Alright doll, tell you what. Since it's your first time buying from me I'll give you a pretty big discount, just let me know when you're free... and you can meet me, hm?" He offered, voice grainy through the phone.

You nodded, "Sure! I'm free whenever, um, where do you want me to meet you?"

✽-

  The air was chillier than you'd expected, you suddenly regretted forgoing a jacket, and wearing a skirt. You tapped your nails softly against the picnic table where Eddie had asked to meet. You were a bit early, but you didn't mind waiting, and you definitely didn't want to leave him waiting, so you didn't mind sitting there.

  You shivered, and then startled, squeaking as Eddie came up behind you, quiet as ever, and placed his jacket over your shoulders. You blushed and he grinned, rounding the table to sit across from you.

  "Fancy seeing you here, sorry for spookin' you doll." His smile didn't leave his face. The metal of his lunchbox clanged as he put it between you two on the table before opening it. "So. Do you just want what I usually gave to you guys?" He asked, eyes kind and welcoming. You never understood the things you heard people say about Eddie, the things Andrew said about him behind his back.

  "Um..." You trailed off, blushing again. Of course because you always went with your ex to buy weed from Eddie, he'd assumed you smoked it with Andrew. "How- how much did Andrew get usually?"

  You tilted your head and he tilted his in return. "You didn't smoke with him?" He asked and you shook your head. "Have you smoked ever?" You shook your head again.

  "Andrew never let me smoke his stuff. Told me if I wanted to smoke with him I had to find my own dealer, get my own weed." You chewed your lip anxiously as you explained. "And the only people I knew who sell it are you and Tommy Hagan. I don't trust Tommy so..." Eddie nodded, following along as you spoke.

  "And you trust me?" He asked, a lilt of surprise in his tone. You nodded and he smiled. "Well. My van is parked just down that trail over there, let's get out of the cold, hm?"

✽-

  You laughed loudly as Eddie tried, and failed to blow rings with the smoke he exhaled from his joint. You'd never been high before now, and you were loving it. Eddie coached you through it, showed you how to take a hit off of the joint, held it to your lips as you took your first inhale, then rubbing your back through the coughing fit it induced. He even let you drink his water when your throat grew dry.

  Now you sat across from him in the back of his van leaning against the cool metal wall. Your laugh triggered Eddie's laugh and you both doubled over in an intense fit of giggles.

  "I never understood why Andrew laughed so much when he got high." You giggled through your words, you understood now.

  Eddie laughed in response. He coughed and reached out grabbing your ankle, "What uh- what happened with Andrew? Not that it's any of my business but uh- I don't know. I'm nosey." He laughed, straightening himself as he awaited your response.

  You chuckled bitterly under your breath at the thought of your break up. "He sucked at sharing his weed but um, he was great at sharing his time, and his attention... his dick." You snickered and grimaced, watching Eddie's face match yours.

  He scoffed and leaned his head against his shoulder. "That's awful. I'm sorry- what an idiot." He squeezed your ankle in his hand. "I don't see how he could ever hurt you like that... take you for granted like that." He sighed.

  His words had you blushing. "Yeah well, it's okay, I'm mostly over it.  I know that there are other guys out there- better guys." You made eye contact with Eddie for the first time that night, and suddenly the energy of the whole night changed.

  He nodded slowly, mouth just slightly agape. You'd noticed how pretty Eddie was long before you and Andrew broke up. It was silent for a moment, Eddie's hand moved from your ankle to your calf, long fingers wrapping around the underside of it, thumb stroking your skin. "Yeah... there are plenty of guys out there who'll treat you better. You deserve to be treated right." He proclaimed, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. Your throat went dry.

  Your legs relaxed, inching apart, calf resting fully in his hand. "I wanna be treated right." Your voice sounded so small and shy. You'd blame it on the weed.

  Eddie's eyebrows rose slightly his pupils wide and eyes glossy. "Let me treat you right." His voice was both domineering and pleading all in one and it filled you with a blooming heat.

  You couldn't find your words, just nodding eagerly, desperately. He didn't hesitate to move onto his knees, leaning over you and gently pulling you to meet his lips by your chin. His lips were warm against yours, you basked in it.

  His tongue glided over your bottom lip, waiting for you to part your lips before he entered them. It was a beautiful contrast compared to how Andrew would just shove his tongue in your mouth before you were ready, or willing.

One of your hands rested on the back of Eddie's neck lightly, holding him close to you while your other hand gently stroked his jaw. His hands found refuge on your thighs, holding the backs of them gently as he maneuvered his way between them. He didn't grind against you or anything, just kissed you, with his thumbs dragging tenderly against the goosebump ridden skin of your legs that were pressing against his hips. He was only willing to go at your pace, which you appreciated.

  He kissed you until your hips bucked up slightly, panty-covered clit bumping against the bulge in his jeans. The whimper you let out encouraged him to push his hips down to meet yours, he could feel your heat through the denim between you two.

  With the feeling of him rubbing against you, your let your head fall back as you whined softly. The sweet sounds you let out had his cock throbbing, and he soon found himself mouthing at the sensitive skin at your neck. "It okay if I leave marks?" He asked, his voice was dark but his words were kind, and you knew he'd listen if you said no. You also knew that you'd let him do anything to you if he kept making you feel good like this.

  "Yes-" and like that, you could feel him pull the skin below your pulse point past his lips, sucking there softly until he released your skin from his mouth and peppered kisses around it.

  You sighed at the cool air on your slick skin, you sighed as he continued kissing down your neck, sucking another mark just above the collar of your shirt. You looked forward to seeing the bruises he'd leave behind.

  You could feel his breath against your collarbone, his hands moving from your thighs to your waist, thumb playing with the hem of your shirt. Before he could even ask you to, you pulled back from him and pulled your shirt off.

He let out a heavy exhale as his eyes fell on your chest, his fingers twitching beside you. “You can take it off.” You spoke shyly, referring to your lace bralette. Your cheeks burned as you felt Eddie’s hand glide up your back, it only took a few seconds before you felt the clasp open and he was helping you remove your bra.

As your bralette fell to the floor of floor of his van next to your shirt, you heard Eddie’s breath hitch. “You are so damn beautiful.” Your heart was racing at his words, racing at how sincere he sounded. You weren’t used to this kind of attention and you were thriving from it

Quickly, Eddie’s tongue found your chest, flicking over your right nipple before he closed his lips around it, sucking softly. His fingers found your other nipple, gently pinching and rolling it until it hardened. The new sensation had your back arching, pushing yourself against him more. Eddie loved the noises you were making because of him, for him.

Eddie’s mouth left a trail of kisses from your breast and down your stomach. His bottom lip pressed against the band of your skirt and he held the fabric between his fingers. “Can I take this off of you darling?” He asked as he tugged lightly. You nodded your head but he didn’t move, “Words, baby.” He encouraged you to speak.

“Yes, please.” Your voice wavered with both nervousness and excitement. The eager smile on his face before he pulled your skirt down had your heart racing and your cunt throbbing.

When he pulled your skirt down, your panties came unexpectedly with them, you weren’t sure if it was intentional or not but neither you nor Eddie were complaining. What you really didn’t expect, was the audible moan Eddie let out at the sight of your naked body.

You began to sit up slightly, assuming Eddie would want you to ride him, but before you could get up all the way, Eddie was already laying between your legs, hands on your thighs. “What are you doing?” You asked softly and he tilted his head in confusion, tearing his eyes away from your cunt to meet your gaze.

He pressed a sweet kiss to your thigh. “I wanna taste you, that okay?” He asked, his eyes were blown out with lust, cheeks flushed red from arousal; still you knew he wouldn’t go any further if you told him it wasn’t okay.

“Taste me?” You asked, you weren’t sure what he meant. He smirked kindly, another kiss to your thigh. You were grateful he didn’t make you feel embarrassed for not knowing what that meant.

He inched closer to you, you could feel his breath against your opening and it made you dizzy. “I wanna taste your sweet pussy darling, make you feel good. I want you to cum on my mouth sweetheart.” He rasped, laying his head against your thigh. “What? Andrew never use his mouth on you pretty girl?” He was joking, but was both disappointed and pleased when you nodded your head, confirming his statement. He was disappointed that a gorgeous girl like you hasn’t experienced that before, but he was beyond pleased that he would be the first one to get to taste you. If he played his cards right, he’d be the only one.

You spread your legs for Eddie and relaxed back, his large palm squeezed your thighs as he held them open and immediately caught your clit in his mouth, sucking it gently, flicking his tongue over it, forcing moan after moan from your lips.

Andrew had never gone down on you before, despite the fact that you’d gone down on him every time he’d ask or even just every time you felt like making him feel good. He’d never return the favour however. You didn’t spend much time thinking about that- or any time at all. All you we’re capable of focusing on was Eddie and how good he made you feel.

Eddie thrusted his hips against the ground, sucking harder on your clit and moaning against it. Your thighs shook against your hand and you couldn’t speak. You wanted to tell him how good you felt, you wanted to let him know how good he was doing, but all you could manage was to moan and whine as you felt your stomach get tight.

He moved his hand off of your thigh and pushed two fingers inside of you slowly. There was a small stretch, but it didn’t hurt, if anything it felt fantastic.

He wanted to fuck you tonight, and so he’d make sure you were ready to take him, he didn’t want you hurting. Simultaneously, he sucked on your clit and pushed his fingers repeatedly against your g-spot. He revelled in the sensation of you clenching down on his fingers. He looked up at you from between your legs, your stomach flexing and your eyebrows pinched together as you moaned, his cock leaked precum into his boxers.

“Eddie-” you yelped his name, hips jumping and pressing down against his mouth. You could feel an impending orgasm, and you anticipated it with excitement. You’d never had an orgasm given to you by someone else.

He could feel you getting closer, he moaned loudly against your clit and you moaned even louder than him, yelling his name as you came. Your thighs shook and your hands found purchase in his hair, tugging lightly as your eyes teared up from searing hot pleasure.

Eddie rubbed your clit slowly as you came down from your orgasm. He moved up, peppering kisses over your cheeks until you came back to yourself, giggling. “I wanna see you, please.” You whispered, tugging lightly at his shirt.

He nodded, “Anything for you.” He had a sing-song tone that made you smile, and you watched hungrily as he pulled his shirt off. You didn’t have much time to admire his toned body, pretty tattoos, you were distracted almost immediately by the sound of his belt buckle.

Soon, you and Eddie were both naked in the back of his van, the windows of which were already growing steamy.

He leaned back over you and kissed you sloppily, hips slotting between your legs once again, only this time no clothes were separating you. “You gonna let me take care of you baby? Show you what it’s like to get fucked by someone who knows how to make a girl feel as good as she deserves?” He nudged his nose against yours, you were growing dizzy with lust and need for him.

You threw your head back as you felt the weight of Eddie’s cock slide against your soaking wet cunt. “Yes, please- please fuck me Eddie.” He loved the way your voice shook.

Within seconds, his balls were pressed flush against you, cock deep inside, you swore you could feel him in your stomach. He was both thicker and longer than Andrew, not by much, but still the difference was enough to have you sputtering.

“Oh god-” You moaned loudly, nails digging into Eddie’s shoulders as he began to fuck you.

He only laughed softly, “Close, it’s actually Eddie.” He teased, kissing your jaw as he hiked your legs up to rest on his hips as he fucked you harder, perfectly hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

You reached down to rub your clit but Eddie knocked your hand away with his own, rubbing it for you. He grinned wickedly at your broken moan, cock throbbing inside you at the sight of the thick tears pouring down your face. “Poor girl, so sweet and messy. Ever been fucked like this before? Andrew fuck you this good?” He asked.

You could only shake your head and cry for a moment before you found your words. “Never- never been fucked this good. You’re- you’re so g-good, Eddie.” You moaned, cunt clamping down on his cock.

Each of you were both growing closer, your hands and legs shaking, Eddie’s hips stuttered and his thrusts grew sloppy. His head fell down to your shoulder and you rested your cheek against his hair. “Cum inside me, p-please.” You whimpered.

He moaned in response, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. The feeling of him cumming inside you and playing with your clit had you arching your back and screaming his name.

You both rested in the back of his van for a while, just holding each other. Heavy breathing, sweat slicked skin, and gentle kisses. “Thank you.” You whispered.

“Thank you.” He answered immediately. “I’m sorry he didn’t take care of you the way you deserve.” He kissed you again.

After you both got dressed again, you grew shy, and Eddie only found it endearing pulling the smile from you that he desperately wanted to see. “I’ll give you a ride home doll, ‘n when you need, or want anything, you give me a call.”

You raised the fortune teller in your hands once more. “Again?” You asked, and he was quick to comply, huge smile on his face.

  He picked the colour purple, then the number six, and finally the number four. "Eight kisses!" You were smiling from ear to ear, and Eddie was only able to match it himself.

  Of course he immediately complied, peppering seven kisses over your face and giving you one big wet kiss on your soft lips to finish it off. Your sweet laughter was music to his ears, he'd do anything to be able to hear it for the rest of his life.

"Now, how's this fair?" He spoke loudly, faking anger as he gently snatched the fortune teller from your hands. "Does it work for me to? Can I get kisses? Or... maybe only the princess gets kisses... No kisses for a lowly peasant like myself." He sighed dramatically and you giggled. He couldn't force the smile off of his face.

  You gently shook his wrist with your hand, "C'mon! You can get kisses too." You leaned your head against his shoulder, waiting a beat for him to figure out how to move the paper properly.

  "Pink!" "Three!" "Five!"

  Eddie leaned forward just slightly, pressing his chest into your side as he flipped up the paper. "Looks like... you owe me thirty kisses!" He exclaimed and placed the fortune teller on the table.

  You rolled your eyes and giggled, "That's not what it looks like- that said six kisses, not thirty." You pouted and he pouted back, leaning closer and closer to you.

  "Pretty sure it said thirty baby... what, you don't wanna kiss me thirty times?" He brought a hand up, gripping his chest dramatically.

  You groaned, entirely pleased and kissed him hard. You gave him kisses on the lips, cheeks, nose, jaw, and a couple on his neck, because you knew he liked that. You both smiled and you leaned your head against his, but all too soon your interaction was interrupted by Dustin gagging dramatically from his spot at the table.

  You pouted as you and Eddie turned to look at him. "Don't mind him baby, he's just jealous and lonely." Eddie rolled his eyes and gave you a big, loud kiss on your cheek.

  "Awe... I'm sorry Dustin. If you want you can use my fortune teller! You and Mike can give each other some kisses." You offered, so sweet and polite, seeming so kind that it was almost hard to tell you were joking. Eddie barked out a laugh, kissing you again. He loved watching the way your humour changed to become more like his.

✽-

  You yawned as you stretched out on your stomach, resting on Eddie's bed. You felt the mattress dip as he kneeled beside you. "Look, I got somethin' to show you." He spoke in a hushed tone. Excitedly, you sat up facing him, and smiled when you saw a new fortune teller in his hands. "I got Robin to show me how to make one, mines special too." He explained. You could tell by his face that he was up to something.

  There was a moment of silence, you and Eddie staring into each others eyes before you finally focused you're attention on the fortune teller. "Pink... Four... Seven." You watched Eddie move closer to you.

  "Hmm... you get to make out with me for five minutes." Eddie grinned wildly, holding up five fingers. He waited for you to smile back at him before he cupped your face, pulling you to meet his lips with your own.

It didn't take long before his tongue was pressing past your lips, Eddie's always been an eager kisser, and you loved being kissed by him. You hummed softly and he responded by moaning deeply into your mouth, the sound forcing heat to your core.

Five minutes went by fast. You were left with kiss bitting lips, slick with spit. Cheeks burning red, eyes glistening, and thighs pressing together. It didn't take much to get you there, excited and needy for your boyfriend. Eddie loved that about you.

Eddie sighed contentedly and gave you a free kiss on the cheek before he held up his fortune teller again. You squished your cheek against Eddie's shoulder. "Pink... three... one." You chewed your lip excitedly. '10 hickeys from Eddie' written in his nearly unreadable handwriting.

He smirked and placed the paper down, hand moving to the hem of your top where he pulled lightly. "Let's get this off of you pretty girl." He helped you take off your shirt, your bra followed quickly. A smile never left his face as he gently pushed you back against his pillows.

Normally, Eddie took his time working you up, placing kisses over every inch of your body that he could reach before he even thought about marking your skin. Today however, he jumped right into what the fortune teller told him to do, not wasting any time before he eagerly sucked a dark hickey onto the side of your throat.

  Like usual, he made a trail; three hickeys on the left side of your neck, one on your collarbone, one on your sternum. You weaved the fingers of your right hand through his hair as he began to kiss and suck the flesh of your right breast. He clearly enjoyed this just as much as you, soft hums against your skin and his evident boner pressing into your leg.

  Two hickeys on one breast and three on the other. You were breathing heavy, ready for him to just take you, just fill you up already. Your heart raced as he picked up the paper fortune teller again.

  "You know the drill baby." He smiled, his own cheeks flushed. It took you a moment to tear your eyes away from the bulge in his jeans and focus.

  "Blue... four... two."

  You watched intently as he flipped the paper up and read it to himself, an intimidating smirk growing on his face. "Get those shorts of baby- panties too."

  Immediately, you through your shorts and panties off of yourself and to the ground, resting back against the pillows. You wanted Eddie in you so bad, you couldn't wait.

  It took a second before you registered the fact that Eddie hadn't taken off any of his own clothes. By then, he was already on his stomach between your legs, licking a long stripe through your folds and stopping to lick at your clit.

  You moaned loudly, back arching and hands gripping Eddie's sheets beneath you. You hadn't expected him to eat you out, you'd expected him to fuck you. You wanted him to fuck you. But this, you were more than happy with this.

  Eddie spread your lips apart, admiring your wet cunt for a moment before he dove in, tongue driving inside of you. You whimpered loudly, pressing back against his face. His nose bumped against your clit over and over again and it was perfect, Eddie was always so talented at pleasing you with his mouth.

  "Feels s'good." You praised him and he moaned in response, trying to press himself closer to you if that was even possible. It felt so good as he fucked you with his tongue, your thighs shook on either side of his head. He moaned in response to every sound you let out and it shook your core. He always enjoyed giving you head just as much as you enjoyed receiving it.

  You could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building up, but you needed more attention on your clit. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled up gently. Of course he understood immediately what you wanted and he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly.

  The mattress underneath you creaked as you writhed in pleasure, hand still tugging on Eddie's hair. You were pulling moans from him that tortured your sensitive clit and had your orgasm hurtling to you. "Eddie- god, Eddie please- gonna cum." You warned him, voice watery and desperate.

  He hummed in approval and that was that, your back arching incredibly high and your throat straining as you moaned loud enough that his neighbours could probably hear you. He kept licking you through your orgasm, then gentle kisses on your thighs and pussy as you came down from your high. "Thank you." You nearly whispered.

  "You are ever so welcome." Eddie grinned at you, moving to his knees as he wiped his mouth and chin off on his sleeve, cleaning his face of your juices. 

  You sat up slightly as he picked up the fortune teller again, you just wanted him to fuck you so bad. "Please, Eddie I jus' need you, need you in me so so bad." Your voice was thick with need, tears threatening your eyes.

  He smirked cockily at you, even though he wanted the same thing. "C'mon baby." He pointed the fortune teller, prompting you to pick a colour.

  "Uh, pink, two, um...-" You looked up at Eddie pleadingly.

  Eddie took sympathy on you, his sweet baby. "Out of curiosity." He started. "What's five plus three? I know you know, my smart girl."

  You smiled thankfully, excitedly. "Eight!" You started to sit up further but he put a hand on your shoulder, pushing you so you were laying back fully, you giggled.

  He flipped the paper up. "Hmm... seems like you're gonna get to cum on my cock after all." He tossed the paper beside you, watching hungrily as he stripped himself of his clothes.

  He wasn't taking his time and neither did you; you were both just desperate for one another. You were already so wet, and he did a good job getting you ready with his mouth, so neither of you were surprised when his cock slid inside you with no reluctance.

  You moaned, arms reaching around Eddie to hold him closer to you, nails digging into his shoulders. It only spurred him on even more, moaning into your neck as he fucked you as fast as he could.

  He'd been hard since making out, and he was about to blow his load embarrassingly soon. He sucked on the skin of your neck, already marked up from earlier, and reached a shaky hand down to your clit. The broken moan you let out almost had him cumming in you right then and there.

  "Eddie-" you moaned his name, resting your head against his as you arched your back, tits pressing against his chest. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming, he could feel you clenching around him repeatedly, he knew you were close.

  "Come on doll, cum for me, wanna feel you soak my cock, come on, c'mon-" you cut him off with a loud moan, close to a scream as you came, nails dragging down his back.

  Hearing you cum and feeling you claw up his back was enough to trigger his orgasm. His thrusts grew sloppy as the dam broke, cock twitching inside you.

  You whimpered as you felt the warm sensation of him cumming inside you, filling you up. He kept fucking you, through your orgasm and his own. You felt some of his cum drip out of you and he watched as he fucked it back inside, making sure not a drop was wasted.

  He stopped before either of you got too overstimulated, hovering over you, forehead pressed to the pillow next to your head. "Did so good baby." He kissed your cheek and you smiled, stroking his back gently.