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With its loud noise and long haired boys the metal scene was something you’d never imagined yourself dead and center of.

Yet, it was every other night you were in some dingy bar standing front row with sweaty bodys and buzzing bass, watching none other than your friend, your best friend even, Eddie Munson thrash about on the stage.

There was something erotic about watching your best friend since you were 16. The way his head tilted back exposing the thick expanse of his neck. His curls would stick to the sweat that glittered under the stage lights.

The new guys there always made an effort to flirt. Your clean clothes, tight tops, shades of earthy tones, decorated by jewelry you’d made. Needless to say you weren't what these guys were used to.

They’d corner you against the bar where you’d talk to a bartender you knew, or an older looking regular who somehow knew exactly why you always seemed to be there.

You’d tense and flush under their gaze, always unsure of how to tell them you werent there for a hookup. Or rather you were but not with them.

“Hey man, i don’t wanna ruin your fun but she's not available.” A bartender had said once, his name was Jack, he was a decently nice guy, always chatting with you while you waited for Eddie's band to start.

“Why? Are you her boyfriend or something?” The guy had sneered making Jack burst into laughter.

He wasnt incredibly obvious about it, there werent glitter and rinestones, but needless to say a few minutes in his vicinity you had figured out he was gay as they come.

“No doll, she belongs to the band.” Jack had said. Something twisted in your gut at his choice of words.

Belonged

You belonged to the band.

There was no dicrepancy between you and Jack anymore. He knew about what was going on when you were absent before shows, why you were quick to slip behind stage as Eddies band packed up.

“Shes a groupie?”

You snorted. His annoyed gaze flickered with fire to you.

“Something like that.” Jack laughed lightly, a pause held tension as the guy looked you up and down.

“I’m sure i could do better than these coked out wannabes babe” He uttered, voice dropping low as he persisted.

You wanted to laugh in his face, tell him all about what Eddie did for you. How his calloused fingers made you cry, how his tongue seemed to be burning with brimstone with how devious and sinful it was.

You didn't have the chance to reply however because Jack cleared his throat. Your eyes flicked to him, watching as he flicked between you and a space just over your shoulder.

You furrowed your brows turning to see what had his attention.

You spun on your heel, jumping as you were face to face with leather and black cotton.

There was the familiar smell that was distinguishable even in the smoky bar. Weed and a sharp bite of musky cologne.

“Woah! Didn't mean to scare you sweets!” Eddie teased, a hand that wasn't holding a sweating beer bottle wrapped around your waist.

“There's a delay because of some technical shit. Do you wanna hang in the green room?” He said lower, leaning down.

His breath was all beer and cigarettes, the common scent of a rockstar.

You didn't think twice when you nodded, his face broke into his signature crooked grin.

“Stop looking so excited, Eds, it's ruining the illusion.” You joked, only making his goofy smile widen.

“C’mon pumpkin! Don’t be like that.” He faked a pout that made that queasy feeling of guilt swell. You wanted him to kiss you, you wanted his kiss. Smile against his pout till you both giggled.

But that's just not how this was. Outside of sex you were basically nothing more than close friends. Not even his possessive touches lingered for too long.

That was okay.

Or at least that's what you told yourself in the moments you kind of wished there was more. That he actually liked you.

He guided you with a hand at the small of your back, letting his touch linger on the small strip of skin where your shirt was slightly too short.

“We don't have long, so no bratty shit today.” Eddie said as you entered the empty room.

The lights were a dim orange, a few bulbs busted and others letting off a terrible buzzing. A leather couch was against the furthest wall, ripped in places but the amount of times you were face down on it, you never minded the wear.

The door clicked behind you and Eddie pulled you close.His eyes scanned you, as they always did. He loved seeing your anticipation cloud over your eyes. And you loved staring at him while you could.

“I’m just gonna eat you out. I don’t think there's time for you to get fucked right now.” Eddie said lowly as he backed you to the sofa.

God did you love Eddie's mouth. Most of the time he would get you loose with his fingers, making you cum around them to loosen you for the girth of him. But in moments where he would put his mouth to good use for once in his annoying little life, it would leave you trembling and weak in the knees.

You loved grabbing his hair, feeling his moans against where you were most sensitive. It was always nice to know Eddie got pleasure just from giving.

And not to mention how you loved seeing his cock straining against his jeans as he stumbled out on stage, red lipped, sweaty and slightly still pussy drunk.

You bit your lip in anticipation as his hands ran along your waist, his gaze dark and wanting. It was nice to be wanted. It was even better to be wanted by him, even if not in the same way you desired.

“You look real good tonight babe.” He muttered, leaning in. His kiss was quick and soft, just long enough to where you got impatient and tried to deepen it.

He tugged the waistband of your pants down, not enough to expose you quite yet but enough where he could see the smooth unblemished skin of your pubic area.

“You shaved?” He asked redundantly, and slightly exasperated.

You giggled soft, knowing it wasn’t to insinuate he didn't like when you weren't baby smooth.

He’d told you before, while in this exact position how much he loved when your hairs grew a little long, how the burn on his mouth after made him throb.

“Y-yeah, I got waxed yesterday.”

His eyes were slightly wider, he pursed his lip to hide a grin.

“What?” You asked in his silence, his stillness was uncommon for moments when you were rushing. It was normally straight to the point, foreplay not necessary when just his smell and his smile made you dripping.

“It’s dumb but, don’t really like the idea of someone seeing you like that.” He wasn't shy when saying it, still oozing confidence as if the words didn't have your world crashing around you.

“You’re an idiot. It was a woman anyways.” You hid a blush behind your hands as he worked your pants and panties down your legs.

“Well shit sweetheart, tell her I said thanks next time.” He said breathily as his eyes locked on where you were smooth and glistening with wet arousal.

You gasped in surprise when his fingers ran up your slip with firm intention. His second hand coming down to spread your fold open, exposing where you were leaking clear slick. Your clit was throbbing between your legs, eager for more than slight brushes.

He took no time in pulling back his hair, pulling a banana clip from his pocket before skillfully pinning it back.

You loved when he pulled his hair away. Not only was it incredibly hot to see him get ready to devour you. Rather, without the thick curls you could see his face better. His light stubble and sharp features are all on show for you to see between your legs.

“Ready baby?” He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, your skin erupted in heat.

“Mhm, please.” You whimpered, feeling his warm breath against your pussy.

“Alright, let me take care of my whore.”

You cried out, the bittersweet name and sudden pressure of his slick tongue against you.

Your back arched off the leather, shaking hand coming to your mouth to muffle the noises that tumbled out.

You could feel his grin against your heat. The slick sound of your wetness being pulled from your body and into his waiting mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck eddie please!” You cried, your eyes stung with overwhelming pleasure as his lips wrapped around your clit.

You thought of this feeling often. When he’d take drags from a cigarette or a joint, you’d think about how that mouth brought this out from a deep locked away chest inside you. Only open and wanting when he was offering.

“That's it honey, feels good?”

You thrashed around, head bobbing with a nod as his fingers slipped with no hesitation into your sopping hole.

That was one thing about fucking a rockstar. He needed that ego boost that was your pleasure. Your confirmation to him that you were where he wanted and willing to let him take and take of his own volition.

“Yes! S’so good Eddie!” You were breathless, that coil in your stomach was tightened with every curve of his fingers against that spot you felt all the way to the tips of your fingers.

“Mmm, your close pretty girl. I can feel it around my fingers.” He hooked them hard against your sweet spot just to show off. You could feel your walls pulsing around him, begging for them to draw out the sweet release.

“M’ so close eds!Ca-Can i please cum!?” You pleaded, always asking, always awaiting confirmation.

“Good fucking girl. Asking so sweet. You can cum.” He sucked harder at your clit now, fingers speeding to a bone rattling pace.

The hot swell in your cunt was building, feeling it swirl and travel through your stomach as you rapidly approached release.

That was until the door of the green room swung open. Your eyes went wide, horrifying embarrassment fell over you as you locked eyes, one by one, with all of Eddie's band mates.

“Fuck dude! We gotta go come on!”

To make matters even worse, his head staid firm between your legs, tongue still working.

You tried to hide the pleasure that still overflowed from you. You gripped his hair, trying in vain to pull him away with weak tugs. Your body fought against your mind as it cried for him to continue.

With more shouts of rushing words he finally pulled off. Smiling up at your beet red face.

Just to further the humiliation it seemed he pressed a kiss to your aching clit before sitting back. His chin was slick with your wetness and he make a show of wiping some off with his shining fingers before sucking them clean.

“Eddie!” You whined, covering your face as he gazed down with a smile like there weren't sets of horrified eyes staring.

“Sorry for the interruption pumpkin. I’ll be back.”

He sauntered out with a devlish smirk, his cock obviously pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

“I’m so sorry guys I-“ You tried to apologize through the red hot humiliation.

“Don’t sweat it! Eddies the idiot to blame anyways. He knew we were already short on time.” One of the boys called back, trying to avoid looking at you while also offering understanding smiles as they all left the room.

You never had the heart to say you knew that it was a race for time as well.

You laid back once the door had clicked shut. You could cry with embarrassment, even after their affirmations. You couldn’t imagine what they’d seen. How disheveled you were and how to make matters worse, Eddies continuation.

You weren’t mad at him, he was always one to want everyone to know how good he was. Besides, they’d caught you both fumbling to redress many times, but never like that. Never in the act.

Your skin was sweaty under your clothes and the ache between your slick legs was still there.

If it were any other circumstance there would be no qualms about getting yourself off but the fear that they might have forgotten something was in full force.

You wanted to throw up but your mind suddenly flickered to Eddie's face. How pleased he had looked when you finally were freed from him.

It made the shame take a back seat as heat flickered in your gut. Always a prominent feeling when you thought about Eddie wanting people to know what you did.

You kind of liked being his groupie, even if you both knew in an unspoken agreement that this was much more than that. It was a constant teetering between nothing but lust and gentler moments where you both just revealed in having each other so intimately.

It would be too hard to not want more. To not sit in the crowd everytime he fucked you before a show and feel that swell of superiority as you watched all the girls swoon over him, knowing he was yours, even if not offically.

You smiled to no one but yourself, a moment of bliss and recognition.

You and Eddie had been friends since you started Hawkins highschool last Autumn. You loved how much of a statement he made in the bleak town both of you quickly agreed upon leaving in the dust when summer rolled around and you both walked across the stage.

You fit right in with his group of boys that dangled with admonished eyes at every display, every word, every story. They saw him as a god amongst hormone riddled boys.

You however, saw very differently. Not afraid to call him an idiot, not afraid to scold him into studying, which led to study sessions in his trailer. It was those dumb study sessions where you fell irreparably in love with Eddie Munson.

He was not the brave warrior of his little character. He was still loud as when he threw on a show, yes, but everything he said was with passion and enthusiasm. He held a joy about him you grew addicted to.

He was soft at times. He’d read you excerpts from the novels he borrowed from the book store you worked at. He would sit and chatter in the smoke filled room as you passed a blunt between you two, giggling yourselves to sleep.

It was so disgustingly obvious how in love with him you were. You essentially followed him like a puppy the you had to catch him in the hallways. You always asked him everything in a bright way that only someone utterly obsessed with everything about someone would say.

It caught on however. You’d find the same gooey look in his eyes when he’d watch you flip through pages of a textbook.

You’re not sure when it was that it crossed the border to more than friends. It wasn’t like falling in love for the both of you. It was drifting right into it, letting it take over as you slowly dropped every wall around hiding your feelings.

It started with a kiss to the cheek on occasion. It developed slow, into small pecks on the face in the quiet space between you when you’d stay over.

The first time you kissed was like you’d done it a million times, and you could do it a million more.

The slip of his lips was easy, you both slid together in sync, a perfect balance.

You never addressed it really. The both of you just embraced what felt right, not caring for the formalities of what proper courting was.

He’d kiss you soft as you left, you’d smile into it, taking in the slight taste of cigarettes on his lips.

“See ya” He’d whisper, before recapturing you. You shake your head with that love sick grin that he teased you for.

-

And together you both graduated later that year. You’d wrapped your arms so tightly around him in pride. He laughed burying his face in your hair.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.” You muttered. Pulling away as others approached you.

“I knew you had it in you!” Eddie's uncle clapped him on the back. He smiled his big dopey grin at you, his and Eddies both shared similarities.

While you saw him on brief occasions, all of which were pleasant, the way eddie talked about him was full of joyful moments.

He really cared about Eddie, and Eddie cared for you, so he offered with open arms a hug.

You accepted it with almost watery eyes.

You spotted your dad approaching, stiffening up a bit and pulling away from Wayne.

“Dad!” You said as he approached, he grumbled curses as he wiped sweat from his brow.

“You got the paper?” He asked curtly, you felt your body tense as he was in an irritable mood already.

“Uh yeah, its in this.” You handed him the book-ish folder that your diploma was in.

“Ok, let's get going then it’s hot.”

You knew he didn't want to come originally. Knew his tantrums were bound to flair up in the inconvenience of it all. He was spoiling your excitement like water to a match tip.

“Actually, uhm, I was gonna go celebrate with Eddie and Wayne.” You said, motioning to where Eddie seemed to grit his teeth at your fathers attitude.

“Alright, call me later if your coming home.”

You knew you weren’t. You knew exactly how this night would go.

You’d had celebrations before. Anniversaries, Birthdays, Eddie absolutely acing his finals.

All of these occasions ending the same way. Your face in the downy pillows of Eddies bed, choking on whines as Eddie fucked deep into you.

You learned quickly as things in you relationship escalated, one of which, was: Eddie was a fucking perv.

He’d grab at your ass and grumble filthy words into your ear when he’d see you in the hallway.

He would almost drool every time you changed clothes in front of him. Eyes locked on your body as you tried to shy away.

He referred to your chest as “My ladies” often. You’d greet him at his van after work sometimes and he’d ask.

“How was it? How's my girls?”

Before his hands would cup your flesh right on the dark sidewalk outside of the brick book store.

He loved the v-neck cut of the plain black shirt you wore to work.

You always grumbled away from his advances in public. Bickering about how he needed to learn so decency.

It was in private where you’d let yourself melt at how keyed up you made him. He would grab and nip at you while you made out. You’d catch him looking down your baggy t-shirts. He’d angle himself to look up your skirt when you’d lay on his bed on the rare occasion you wore them. It felt good to be pretty sometimes.

He was downright gross . Prying eyes and dog-like behavior. But you loved it. It was endearing even.

You liked the way he’d blushed when you found a pair of your dirty panties stuffed in between his wall and the bed. How he would keep polaroids in his wallet for ‘when i jerk off in my car after i leave your place’.

He’d woken you up to wet, sucking kisses on your neck as you felt his hips grind against yours. You would whimper to let him know you were awake.

He could get hard from you changing in front of him. Infact, you’d seen it happen.

It was before the two of you had started having casual sex. You’d only gone as far as heavy petting while making out on the squeaky mattress in his trailer.

It was warm out, and the heat was seemingly stagnant in the trailer. Beads of sweat dribbled down your back making you shiver.

He’d noticed your discomfort, not long after he’d shed his t-shirt for a thinner fabric, cropped just below his belly button. You tried to be polite about it, not letting your gaze linger on the hair that traveled under the waist of his pants.

He’d casted you a teasing look with his big round eyes and it made your heat flushed cheek hotter.

“You distracted?” He asked from where he sat on the edge of the bed now. Gazing up and ushering you closer.

His hands were always grabby. He’d brush them over the curves of your waist. If you wore lower cut tops he wasn’t hesitant to grope and squeeze at them until you were melting under him.

You scoffed tearing away from how his eyes were tracing every curve of your damp skin.

“I have a few tank tops you can change into, might be cooler than your pretty little blouse.” He said, running his fingers over the buttons lining the front of your shirt.

“Yeah- sure.” You’d sputtered, nervous at the option to wear something of his. To look like his. It felt like he was staking a claim whenever he would offer his worn t-shirts, riddled with burn holes and smelling of his cigarettes and the sweet detergent Wayne washed it with.

You weren’t nervous for him to see your body. He’d said so many sugar sweet words before on the occasion he’d see your eyes linger too long on where the pudge of your stomach lay.

He’d just never seen it bare. Something you kept away from him with your own selfishness he’d say it was later on.

You made a hasty move removing your blouse, you revealed the cami you wore under.

Your back was turned to him, glancing over your shoulder he was awkwardly avoiding your body as he flicked his gaze between your eyes and the items scattered around

You could laugh at his nervousness, it was so cute how there was tinges of expectancy in his eyes.

You teased while removing your cami, stretching your arms over your head in a show as you fluidly let it drop beside you. You were now only in a pair of high waisted shorts.

The relief from the heat was almost immediate. You sighed, turning around to look back at eddie.

“God, i didn’t realize how god awful sweating in those blouses is” You laughed out, turning to see Eddie again.

He was flushed cheeked and he was now unabashed about letting his eyes roam your body. You smirked, cocking a hip at him. He blinked a few times.

“Did you say something?” He said dumbly. You scoffed just to tease, watching as he grinned and raised to his feet.

“oh come on pretty” He cooed, you felt your knees weaken as he approached. You were nervous under how dark his gaze looked.

“Don’t be mad at me bunny.” He said lightly. You huffed at him as your cheeks heated.

“Finish changing.” He said, it was demanding, you felt a jolt as you moved with a quickness.

Your nipples pebbles even in the heat. You couldn’t help letting your gaze flicker to Eddies who looked right back, his lip caught between teeth as you stood bare chested.

You pulled the black fabric of his shirt over your head. He moved away slightly, you saw what could be classified as disappointment flicker over his face.

If it wasn’t for your eyes wondering on their own you would have missed the bulge that pressed against the seam of his pants.

Your eyes widened, cheeks going all the more hot as he smirked at you from where he’d now stretched out on his mattress.

-

His tendencies worsened once the metaphorical rope of tension snapped and he was regularly pounding you into his mattress.

He’d pull you under the bleachers while you were supposed to be running the mile in your gym class. All because his eyes couldn’t leave how good you looked in your running shorts.

“My pretty baby, all mine.” He growled as he sunk two fingers into you.

“E-Eddie.” You whimpered as your eyes scanned to where chatters of your classmates were heard.

“Shhh, quiet now bunny. Don’t want us caught.” He pressed a kiss to your sweaty neck.

His fingers worked magic on you. Which is one of the only reasons you two were able to do these risky things. He knew how to play your body like the strings of his beloved guitar, with just as much skill and practice that it was a quick few moments of hiding pants into his shoulder before you were clenching around his fingers in release.

“You okay baby?” He’d always ask as you gasped through the after shocks, his fingers now gently moving in you to wring out any pleasure left.

“Mhm, so good.” You muttered back, slightly dazed and your clavicle began aching from where he’d sucked the skin between

gnawing teeth.

-

There were instances where he’d put his desperation to the side, where he’d kiss you slow and sweet, not initiating anymore than what he was giving.

Lucky for him though this made heat pool between your legs. You loved the feeling of him against you, just basking in the feeling of your mouth.

Your hips would buck against his and he would let out a low chuckle before pressing a kiss to your cheek and pulling away.

“Not right now my eager bunny.” He’d utter, just to see you shiver and your eyebrows pinch together with dissatisfaction.

“Eds- c’mon.” You begged tugging on his ratty old t-shirt, slightly damp with the heat that permeated the trailer even as fall was in full swing the heat never seemed to leave the confines of his room.

“baby, just let me love on you.” He groaned, sweet as ever.

You whined, but eagerly accepted his gentle kisses against your sternum. His big doe eyes crinkled with a smile.

This was newer than sex was. Moments where he was truly and utterly wrapped around your finger. Love spilling from ever brush of skin and every press of lips.

It was truly something profound to be loved by Eddie munson and there was nothing in the world you could give to replace the feeling.

He’d weaseled his way right into your very core, implanting himself with curls, and softness and words.

And under your body's desperate plea for release, you wallow in the loneliness of your room at night thinking about those moments. How tender, how gut wrenching, how it was now more than sex to the both of you.

Even with his antics he was probably the only person you’ve ever loved so fully. Every inch of you loved him.

You tried to consolidate the feelings of just wanting to climb inside his chest and lay there for ever. You pressed as close as possible as he strokes your hair. He was smiling softly against your lips. Pulling back every so often to whisper something stupid, or something that made your chest clench.

-

Of course the love sick sweetness also held that part that was human. You bickered with him often, as you always have, it came natural.

He’d always teases you at any given moment he could. And it was only amplified in front of his friends.

It wasn't uncommon for the group you knew of as his club to join together in Eddie's living room. Even after graduation they needed him.

It would be heart melting to watch his excitement but that gooey feeling was shoved away with how hot he was when he was into a game.

You sat on the couch behind him, him and the others sat in a circle in the floor, a large board set in the middle. You snickered before about the figurines that lay there, earning sharp arguments from Eddie.

It was an hour or so into the campaign when you felt slugish, your eyed glossy with tiredness.

Eddie was deep in thought as he sat cross legged while the others talked among themselves about what to do next.

Your chest fluttered with the need to feel closer, to feel his hands and hear him in your ear.

You pulled yourself off the couch and slid to the spot where he sat, he perked up at your presence smiling softly as he brushed your hair out of your face.

“Hello angel.” He cooed, soft enough that the boys couldn’t hear but just loud enough to be heard over their rambunctious shouts.

“M’ sleepy” You sighed, nuzzling a little into the palms of his hands.

“Do you wanna stay over ?” He asked, you knew just to be polite, you always stayed over when they had late campaigns.

You nodded, leaning forward to take his hand into yours just to play with the thick calloused fingers.

He chuckled lightly, his hands pulling away to grip your wrist and tug you in.

“Cmon, put your head in my lap and rest sweet pea. We should be done soon.” He gently ushered you to lean in, your head rested against the denim and it wasnt the most comfortable feeling but his fingers found solace in your hair and you felt your eyes droop.

-

Waking up was like the storm following a day of overcast.

You blinked your eyes open to the dark of Eddie's bedroom. Not sure when it was you two had made your way in there, probably due to the exhaustion that still seeped into your heavy lids.

You’d probably have slept nonstop until 11 tomorrow but sometimes woke you with a hazy start.

Not something though, it was someone.

With a groggy mind you felt Eddie.

His breath was hot against your neck, panting fast and hard. It was then you realized he was shifting with vigor against your backside. Hips erratically thrusted against yours as his big palms groped at your exposed chest..

You whined a little when he squeezed, his thumb ghosting your pebbled nipple, exposed to the air due to your shirt being hiked up under your chin.

“E-Eddie?” You whispered out and he stilled. He was panting even in his stiffness, hot and desperate in the silence still of his room.

“Sorry…” He uttered, voice graveled with either sleep or desperation you weren't quite sure which.

“Don’t be.” You smiled softly at his coyness.

You took a moment to contemplate falling back asleep and letting him figure it out but there was excitement trilling up inside you.

So with a bite of your lower lip your hips rolled back into his. He stifled a deep throaty noise into your hair, a hand coming to grip at your waist.

He was hot against you, skin burning and slightly tacky with sweat.

“C’mon Eds, don’t stop because of me.” You chided making his chuckle a little breathless.

“You just look so pretty. Can’t control myself having you- fuck-“ He was cut off again as you slid against him, his hard cock running perfectly across the crease of your ass.

“You’re gonna be the death of me baby-“ He sighed, now unabashedly rolling into you. His breathe picked up again, his hands squeezed and flexed against any exposed skin he could grab.

He didn’t wear his rings to bed and you sort of missed how the metal felt against you. Having felt them so many times in a casual setting it was a gentle reminder that it was him who was able to touch you.

You gasped when he sped up slightly faster.

“Such a dirty boy Eds.” You said, leaning back into his lip’s that began to trail over your neck.

“Can’t believe you’d grind on me while i’m asleep because you’re so impatient.” You continued and he whimpered at your words making a swell if fulfillment wash over you.

“You know i can’t control myself around you bunny.” He defended, breathy and high in his throat.

You felt his hips begin to stutter slightly in his thrusts, growing sloppy as you hummed out pleased noises just to spur him on.

“C-close baby-“ He sputtered. You whined at the thought of him cumming in his boxers from just rubbing himself against your tired body. You wondered how long he had been going before you woke up.

“Cum for me. Want it Eddie. Want you to feel good.” You rambled, reaching back lazily to tug at his hair, just the way he liked. It always rewarded you with a sweet open mouthed noise and this time was no different.

“Fuck- fuck- thats it. You’re so pretty, god i’m- i’m cumming.”

You loved how he sounded when he released, how his body would shiver with the waves of pleasure and how his cock would pulse and throb as he pumped out his sticky release.

Once his breathing slowed and you felt tendrils of sleep creep in again he spoke softly.

“Was that okay?” He asked, a mouse quiet whisper into your ear.

“Of course.” You replied, slurred against the pillow now.

“It wasn't- you dont feel weird about me- ya know- while you’re uh, asleep?” He continued.

You laughed lightly through your nose before making a ‘nuh uh’

“Was it hot at least?” He was more teasing now, doing that classic Eddie thing where he hid an embarrassing question behind a veil if humor.

“Well, yeah, obviously.”

“Obviously.” He seemed a little more shocked than you'd expected. You only assumed he knew about the mess he was creating between your thighs.

“Obviously?” He repeated.

“Yeah, obviously. I’m like, fuck eddie, just-“ You groaned as you wanted to sleep but his persistence in holding pillow talk was nothing if not convincing.

You grabbed at his hand that was wrapped around you, guiding it under the thin fabric of your sleep shorts where you were bare.

If not for your drowsiness you’d grind against the fingers as they explored your slit.

“Oh- You got all hot and bothered from being used?”

It shook you to your core slightly.

Being used.

You trusted Eddie more than anyone. You trusted that he’d always do right by you but the concept of him giving into instincts. Taking what he wanted from your body was thrilling.

“You like that bunny?” He lowered his voice.

You were too embarrassed to reply, his fingers still lazily collected your arousal and there was no shot he didn't feel you twitch at the prospect.

“You want me to use you? Do what i want when i please?“

You nodded and he smiled against your skin.

“How about waking you up with my cock huh? You seemed to like me grinding on you.”

You whimpered softly, the only noise your tired body could produce at the gruff sound of his voice whispering his fantasies.

-

It was weeks before you were reminded of this conversation. The two of you had been quite busy, leaving little time for fooling around and you were a liar if you said it wasn't taking a toll on you.

But Eddie became a bit unhinged.

He was more clingy than ever, on the days you would come in at night, shoulders slouched with exhaustion, trying not to startle him. He’d smile so wide and tired as he tugged you into him, letting the heat of your skin melt into his.

He let his hands wonder your body as you dressed again the next morning, running late already from the impromptu make out session he had started.

Then a friday rolled around and it was perfect. You were working a short shift, and Eddie had the day off. You’d rented a movie from the Family Video for the two of you.

“Date night?” Steve asked while you shoved the vhs across the counter.

“Something like that.” You huffed.

“Whoah, what's got you huffy princess?” He chided, a smug look leaking onto his face.

You narrowed your eyes in annoyance before scanning the store of any customers before leaning in.

“Steve, i haven’t been properly fucked in like two weeks man. If i don’t get absolutely destroyed by my disgustingly skilled boyfriend tonight im coming to your house and smothering you.”

His eyes widened it fear, the bite of your voice was genuine, a sort of tone you rarely took.

“Geez, didn’t know Munson had it in him to hold out that long.” He muttered by in slight bemusement at your struggles.

“Oh he doesn’t. I’ve been late to work like 5 times in the past two weeks because he can’t keep his hands to himself .”

Steve laughed and slid you your change for the rental before you turned to leave.

“Wait!” He called and you wiped around to face him.

He dug in his pockets for a moment before pulling out a crumpled 20$ bill handing it towards you.

You furrowed your brow, slowly accepting his offer.

“Buy some nice dinner for you both. You’re looking anemic.”

You scoffed but his gesture was well appreciated. Knowing Steve came from money it wasnt rare for him to slide you some cash for no reason. A simple show of friendship and appreciation.

“Thanks, i’ll uh, let you know how it goes.” You said as you turned once again to push through the heavy doors of the store hearing him shout behind you.

“Please don’t actually!”

-

You did end up buying food as you made your way to the familiar trailer. Three styrofoam containers of chinese food from the place Eddie loved but rarely got due to the pricey cost.

When you arrived the sky was filling out with yellows and oranges as the sun sank bellow the horizon.

He greeted you with droopy eyes and a small smile. Pressing a kiss to your lips fleeting and fast before letting you in.

The place was actually cleaner than normal, the couch smelled of a fabric cleaner now rather than weed and spilled beer.

“You cleaned up.” You said appreciatively.

He looked bashful at the appraisal of his preparations.

“Yeah, been real anxious i guess and it helped me get my mind clear.” He said as he scratched at the back of his neck.

You raised a hand to pet his cheek.

“You look tired sweetheart.” You muttered and he slumped a little.

“Yeah, the uh, the van gave out this morning and i spent hours trying to fix it.”

You wished you were there to see it. His hands muddled in grease and grime, sweat dripping off him as his curls fell in his face.

You set your overnight bag in his room, quick to rid yourself of your work clothes in favor of a t-shirt that laud half folded in his dresser.

The trailer was cooler than it’s been for weeks in your experience. A autumn chill finally sweeping up the blaring endless indiana summer.

But as you thought on it the jeans you were weren’t comfortable, and you were so tired from work. You opted with hesitation to strip your jeans for a pair of Eddie's boxers.

They were pretty weird fitting, as he was a very different size from you, but the knowledge of staying the night dressed in his clothes made fondness swell.

“I have the movie ready my sweetness.” He said as he strolled into the room, smelling of his shower gel.

You pulled him in, kissing him softly again just to have a moment. Dressed in his clothes, in his bedroom, an air of ease lacquered thick.

“How was work?” He muttered and you let out a soft groan in response earning a sweet kiss to the bow of your lip.

“That bad?” He asked, rubbing over right where your back always aches after shifts.

“It was fine. Long. Just wanted to see you.” It was muffled towards the end as you buried your face in his shoulder, letting your burning tired eyes fall shut in a moment of relief.

“Lets get some food for you and we can nap?”

You nodded against him before pulling away. Following as you always did to where the open play screen of a movie played on the television.

-

You ate and talked and laughed. Even with the tired eyes the both of you had there was no such joy as these moments together.

He had hiked your shirt up a little while after you finished eating and with a full belly you laid your head on his lap.

Your muscles jellied as his fingers brushed featherlight over the sensitive skin of your stomach.

Around your belly button, tracing the curves of your hips that disappeared below the waistband.

“You fallin asleep on me?” He spoke, startling you.

“oh, yeah sorry.” You muttered trying to shake the exhaustion that seeped in your very bones.

“It’s okay baby, you can sleep. I can carry you to bed if it gets too late.” He carded a hand through your hair, you muttered a pained noise as his rings caught.

He chuckled a little. Soft as a morning dew muttering “Sorry sweet thing.” as he took them off his hand returning. Before you knew it his hands were magic and you drifted off.

-

Waking up was very different from falling asleep.

It wasn't the soft, gentle words and light touches anymore.

Eddie was grinding against your throbbing heat, drops of precum making the fabric sticky with his arousal.

You gasped, whimpering loud as the tip made itself a home pressed hot against your clit.

“Good morning bunny.” He said lowly behind you, voice wavering through pants and groans.

“Fuck- please-“ You whined trying to gather your thoughts.

His hands were gripping rough at your hips, lightly running blunt nails against your sensitive skin just to see you shudder.

“Mmm, you’re such a pretty baby.” He groaned, kissing at your shoulder.

“mm, Eddie- whats- oh fuck-“ He ground harder as you desperately tried to ask a question.

“What bunny? Can’t speak?”

You groaned in reply, still fuzzy minded from sleep and disoriented from the sudden waves of pleasure.

“nuh uh-“ You choked over the response, realizing there's no chance you could speak.

“You wanna know what got me all worked up?”

-

A short while after you had fallen asleep Eddie found himself tired. His back ached from sitting upright for so long.

The sky was now a pitch black outside and the room was lit by the TV and an amber light dangling from over the kitchen sink.

He moved carefully, not wanting to disturb your well deserved slumber.

He took a moment then to appreciate how beautiful you looked so at ease. Face smoothed out rather than the tired scrunch of stress he’d seen earlier.

He wished you’d marry him. So that you could both get a place of your own, he could sleep next to you every night and wake up to you cooking breakfast. He wanted to let you live a cushy life at home with your books and your movies while he made all the money from gigs with the band.

He wanted to come home from a show and have you on your knees by the front door, wide eyes desperate for him.

Let him take you over the countertops, bend you over the arm of some decorative armchair.

To make matters worse as he lifted you to the bedroom and eased you to the mattress your shirt was now up to the bottoms of your chest from the movement.

Eddie gulped slightly as he felt a familiar boiling between his thighs.

He admired how smooth your skin was, normally covered, now free to his gaze. He felt appreciative that you were comfortable enough to be so carefree of modesty.

He glanced nervously as he reached out running a hand over the expanse of your tummy. He was pleasantly surprised the touch barely made you stir.

He went with gentleness, eyes fluttered between where his hands mapped you, or where your eyes lay shut, lashes beautifully soft against cheeks.

It was moments that he was sure would be seared into his mind forever.

His cock stood hard between his legs now, throbbing to feel you around him.

He remembered the conversation you’d had before. The explicit desire in your eyes and your murmurs of consent that your body was his when he wanted. Tendrils of excitement wrapped around him.

He was startled slightly when you hummed lightly in your sleep and turned on your side, hiking up the leg on top as you snuggled further into his sheets.

He could see you far better now, everything, seductive in their placements. He thought about rubbing between your chest, wetting your skin with his precum as your sweet tongue stuck out to catch his tip with each thrust, pushing them further in attempts to make it feel better.

He let out a frustrated sigh before falling to the empty space behind you.

There were many moments of hesitation between him laying there gazing at you before wrapping his arm around you and tugging you back into him.

He whimpered when he felt your ass against his erection. Warm and inviting. He loved everything about you but it was anything but a secret his adoration for your ass.

In a fit of need he slipped his weeping cock from his boxers, slowly tracing it between your cheeks.

It wasn’t much, not nearly enough, but goosebumps lit up his skin with ferocity. He spread a bead of precum over the tip, letting it make contact with the fabric covering you and watching as a trail of the sticky fluid hung between his reddened tip and the boxers you wore.

“Oh fuck,” He choked out as quiet as he could muster as he carefully let his cock slide over your clothes pussy. He could feel the curves of your lips, the heat that radiated off your core.

It was dizzying as he turned to slow thrusts against you. He could feel himself catch on the button laying directly bellow your mons. Daringly grinding against it with a little more pressure than before.

He was rewarded with a whimper, his body stilling for a moment but your breathing only hitched as you continued your slumber.

He wanted to laugh at the disgusting implications of it all. You, unaware of him. Him, taking whatever he pleased from you with a gentless not to spoil his fun too soon.

There was that looming guilt that he should have asked before you fell asleep if this was still an option. He couldn’t deny that it hung heavy on his mind from the second you laid to rest in his lap.

But he couldn’t linger because he felt a dampness of your arousal begin to seep through the boxers.

He bit his lip at a smile threatening his face. His shallow thrusts continued as he moved even closer, letting his hands brush in a soft circle over your clothes clit.

The reaction was instant. You shifted lightly, mouth falling open in a pleasured sigh. He took this as a sign to persist.

He imagined what you’d look like cumming in your sleep. Waking up to hot waves rolling over you.

He continued his movements with little hesitancy now, gripping at your skin as your wetness caused the boxer shorts to cling to you.

He wondered how long before you woke up. Caught him, could he last long enough to wake you, take you while your mind was still fizzy with sleep.

The answer came soon enough as a whimper rose from you and your pretty eyes fluttered open. He grinned against your skin.

-

“You’re a tease even in your sleep.” He said as he finished recounting how you got him throbbing, how he felt high on his own supply by grinding against you.

“M’sorry-“ You slurred and he chuckled.

“It’s okay my little whore. You can’t help it can you? Can’t help what you do to Daddy huh sweetness?”

You whined for the upteenth time as the name fell in sultry waves from his lips.

It was a rare name for him to use. He prefered sir or master most of the time. But it was times like this where the title fit like a glove, he was going to be sweet and coddle you through this one. It sparked excitement the same way that it did when you would see his eyes flare with anger before he would take you roughly, spit into your open mouth, slap your skin until it turned a ruby red and then kiss it better.

He was perfect at both and you couldn’t dare change him.

“Your pussy is leaking all over me through my shorts darling.” He whispered, slowing his grinds to trace the wet fabric, rubbing slowly against your slit again.

“Mmm, all for you.” You replied, holding the urge to grind into him. His fingers trailed down the hem of the boxers running over your smooth inner thighs before letting his fingers trail up the leg and slip deliciously under it. He could feel the scorching heat of your arousal better as his fingers hovered over your cunt.

He wasted little time sinking two fingers into your tripping hole.

You squealed at the intrusion of his thick fingers after weeks of getting yourself off on the occasion you weren’t completely exhausted.

“Can’t believe you get this wet from me using you.” He chided, thrusting his fingers shallowly making your breath stutter as he purposely missed the spongy spot he knew just how to locate.

“N-need more.” You pleaded, his fingers began squelching in a crass way as he sped them up.

“Ya know, you’re really not in a place for demanding baby. But i need your little cunt as loose as possible before i fuck you.”

He always made you cum at least once before he would dare put his thick cock in you.

He was big, that wasn’t debatable. What was debatable was how much you wanted it to burn, wanted to feel the stretch of him after not having him for so long.

“Mm, no, I want your cock now!” You pleaded and he shushed you. You fully expected a scalding but maybe it was the looming tired feeling that clung to you both.

“Please daddy? Stretch me on it?”

He groaned before pulling his fingers out swiftly. You made noises of protest, hips seeking him again before they came in contact with your swollen clit.

“Fuck! Ah-“ You screamed as his speed was quick, the lubrication of your own slick making him move at a dizzying speed.

Your orgasm was approaching with an alarming speed, burning and hot as you felt your legs begin to tremble.

“Are you close bunny?” Eddie asked, he slowed a bit, focusing on speaking lowly in your ear, drawing out the teetering feeling.

“uh, yes, fuck, i’m so close for you.” You whined slurred and desperate.

“I’m the only one whos gotten you. to come this fast arent i? Nobody has ever made my pretty bunny feel this good before huh?”

It was a ploy, but with the static in your head you were eager to give him the satisfaction of hearing you praise his skillz

“No! No one Daddy! Just you. Only you make me feel so good.” Your arm curled back to grip at his thick tattooed bicep. Nails digging crescent shapes as you got closer and closer with each rough circle he drew into your clit.

“That’s it, come on bunny. Come for daddy. Gonna be so wet for my cock.”

A strangled whine ripped from your throat as you reached your peak. Legs trembled against the sheets as you were edging into overstimulation as his fingers worked you diligently through it.

“You okay?” He murmured, peppering kisses along your shoulders.

“Mm, yeah- sleepy daddy,” You yawned, body now lax from the force of an orgasm so soon after waking up.

“The faster i cum the quicker you can go to sleep baby.” He said lowly.

His cock was dripping, a mix of his precum and the slick that coated you.

“You can, fuck, you can fuck me now.” You muttered feeling him smile against you before taking nibbling bites at the tacky skin on your back. He played with you for a moment,just to watch you squirm, see your eye brows knit together as his cock brushed your swollen clit.

He slid in with no hesitation taking you by surprise.

You only let out high whines, knowing he loved hearing your noises.

“Fuck baby, you always sound so pretty when i slide in. So wet for me”

“For you, always for you. You make me so wet daddy-“ You muttered as you ground your hips back into him.

He growled at your moment of control, quick to stop your movements by flipping you to your stomach.

Your face buried into the pillow with a scream as he slid back in easily.

His pace was always brutal from this angle. Reaching deep and harsh as he hit from behind. His hands clutching the fat swells of your ass as his heavy balls slapped rhythmically against your thighs.

You felt him in your throat at this angle.

“Am i all in your guts baby? Do you feel how deep i am?” He grunted

You whimpered nodding harshly from where you muffled your cries.

“Mm, want you to come in me! Wanna feel you come against your womb! knock me up!”

You felt him throb inside of you as his pace quickened.

“Such a dirty bitch baby.” He hissed as he gripped your hair, shoving you further into the downy. The bed squealed as he slammed into you.

“Letting me fuck you before you even wake up baby. Wanna please me so bad. So desperate all the time that you’ll let me do whatever i want huh beautiful?”

You wanted to nod, but the grip on your hair had your scalp tingling with sharp pain.

He was burning hot inside you, even his hands felt like he was coated in flames. You felt the familiar tightenin in your gut.

“Are you getting close bunny?” He asked just as the feeling grew with a rapid pace.

“I can feel you clenching baby, i know your close.” He said leaning further into your ear, making easy work to shift to where each thrust slammed his head into that spot that made your body shake.

“Yeah! Oh im close daddy! Your cocks so good please!”

“Please? What are you begging for?”

He tugged on your hair making your neck arch. Just so he could hear your pleas more clearly.

“Please- Please can i come on your cock daddy!” You whined, the knots in your stomach were untethering in an uncontrollable speed.

“I’ll give you anything you want when you ask so pretty.” He replied, his hand snaking to come into contact with your clit again.

You could tell he was close too, his thrusts were sloppy, his grunts with less time in between. You clenched your hole in hopes to pull him along further so that you could both come at the same time.

“Fuck- Wanna come with me whore?”

You whined in confirmation further tightening yourself as you staved off the waves of an orgasm that crested your shores.

“Come on baby! Oh fuck im so close honey, you feel so tight. Sucking me in.” He rambled.

“Oh, fuck, cum baby, cum now, come on.” He urged, thrusting harder with the last bite of energy he had.

“OH FUCK DADDY! Fuck fuck fuck-“ You wailed as you felt all the tension snap, it was more intense than just his fingers.

“That’s it, thats my baby, good fucking baby-“ He praised as he grit his teeth.

His orgasm was intense, he pumped it all into you, deep and heavy and hot into your cunt. You siezed around him, the tell tale signs of you squirting around him were obvious.

“Oh fuck! Oh shit baby! So fucking good! Squirting for me, making a mess while i knock you up.”

Slowly both your bodies relaxed, he slipped out with a trail of cum leaking from your swollen hole.

“mm, gonna have to get a little plug for this pussy. Keep you plugged with my cum.” He cooed, running a finger to collect the slick liquid that oozed out of you.

“Mm, want you to pump me full and feel swollen up with it.” You hummed dazed and fucked out.

“We’ll see my love.” His hands retreated from your sensitive heat now glistening with the mix of both of your releases. You eyes had fluttered shut and you found shock in his wet fingers pressing at the seal of your lips.

“Clean my fingers off baby. Taste.” He whispered, pressing them past your lips. You whimpered around the intrusions before your eyes drooped and you felt yourself slipping to sleep, his fingers a comforting weight on your tongue. The remaining salty taste of both of you was like a gentle reminder of how much he loved you.

You fell asleep quickly, fucked to exhaustion after waking up to him. But you’d never been more content than wrapped in him and oozing his show of pleasure.

“Love you.” He’d slurred a little before you were dead to the world. Hot thralls of love seeped into you.

Dad Eddie is definitely a try hard parent at first. He wants to be the favorite all the time (even if favorites meant whoever was giving the baby what he wants). Opting for taking most feeding times, baths, and always on his toes to play around on the carpeted floor. You don't argue.

Not because you don't want to, rather, the soft eyes Eddie would give while he cradled a warm bottle to the baby boy's lips.

His dark clothes and gaudy jewelry, juvenile and chaotic, was a deep contrast to the way he looked so mature with a baby in his arms. All grown up but youthful and full of light nonetheless.You’d find yourself sleepy in the mornings, yawning sleep from your eyes while there was nothing but a soft glow of morning casting the room a silvery blue.

Then you’d roll over, sometimes to find eddie with his curls falling from the pony tail, mouth agape. Sometimes the bed was empty and you’d sit and listen in the quiet morning for noise.

On good days you’d hear him cooing from the room over. soft hums, a gentle sound of an acoustic guitar of some soft acoustic version of eddies music.

You’d smile, you felt like your womb was fluttering sometimes. You wanted to give him this gift again and again. Bask in his love for what the two of you created.-

Scattered around the house were polaroids. Strewn across side tables, tucked in drawers, taped hastily to a surface.

Sometimes they’d catch your eye. You’d stand in the home you and eddie built and stare.

There was one of him with wet dripping hair, an orange glow of the shot bathroom lighting of his old trailer. His face was smoother around the edges, his hair was frizzier than it is now that he knows how to care for it.

One of him asleep on the couch, his head tossed back and mouth parted, his guitar sat next to him on the floor and bundled against his chest was the soft blue of a baby blanket with small hands peeking out, clutched onto the dark fabric of his t-shirt.

Then there were your personal ones. Most in a small box in the bedside table, a few respectively in your cars. The most prized ones are in his wallet.

There's one of you scowling at him as you brushed your teeth, hair messy and your shoulder adorned with marks from his teeth.

Another of you sat back against the couch, it was blurry from how much he was laughing when he took it. You had a small lump of a newborn in your lap, extending his curled fist to show off the tiniest middle finger.

-

You jumped when there was a sudden noise from the otherside of the kitchen, lost in thought you had not heard Eddie come in.

“What are you doin up?” He asked as he slipped a warm arm around your waist, face falling with familiarity into your hair.

“Mm, needed some water. Got distracted.”

He smirked. “Thinkin back on the old days? Being young and free?” He chided and you shook your head.

“No, no. I think I like this way more than when it was just us and the world.” You spoke softly, hoping he didn't take it in the wrong way.

“Yeah, me too.” He breathed still smiling big and bright and full even in the late hour.

“You’re just-“ You stopped, he was a lot of things. You weren't sure where to even start.

“You’re a great dad Eds, i'm so lucky to be able to have a family with you. Even if you are a dick and an idiot.” You tacked on the end to save the embarrassment you felt for the way your voice wavered.

-

You'd heard of the term ‘terrible twos’ in about every book on parenting. So when the time came and the house was still orderly, and Eddie was still so damn good at this, it wasn't all that shocking that it didn't live up to the hype.

Eddie liked to say you had a special power.

“You’re so good at this shit baby. Its like your a walking pacifier for the fucker”he kissed you softly, thumb catching the curve of you chin.”Maybe it's your great tits and incredible beauty.” he just had to tack on.

“Dont fucking flirt with me while telling me how good of a mom i am you weirdo!” You tried to pull away, but his thick arms were tight, tugging you back into him with a whine.

“Cmon!” He pleaded dipping down for another soft kiss, that turned to two, than three and- “MAMA!”

The garbled shout made you grin, Eddie sneaking one more kiss before there was a two year old bounding towards you both.

“Hello my baby!” You cooed, scooping up the mess of brown curls.

“Mama!” Another shout, as small clammy hands came to squeeze at your face. You batted them away softly with a chuckle.

“C’mon, don’t try tearing mama's face off this early.” Eddie said, fingers digging into the small ribs making the little boy squeal and fight against you.

“Look!You’ve got him all riled up now!” You groaned as the child continued to squirm and bounce in your grasp until you placed him back onto wobbly feet.

“Mm, sorry.” Eddie apologized, giving you those soft eyes you couldn’t argue against. You kissed his chin, feeling the scruff of his beard against your lips.

“Don’t be.” You whispered.

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