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“Alright guys, I’m going to bug out,” Robin said, slamming her beer bottle onto the table. “Damn,” you say in shock. She begins laughing, definitely a little tipsy. “I did not mean to put that down so hard.” You giggle alongside her. 

“I’ll drive you home, common Rob,” Steve says. The ultimate babysitter in any and every setting. “No, no man. We were actually just about to leave,” Jonathan says standing up from the couch, his arm around Nancy’s waist. “We can take you home, Robin,” Nancy said with a smile. 

You look at her, with an obvious but also not too obvious expression of disgust. This girl, although a certifiable bad ass, ran laps around Steve just a few weeks ago. You could tell he fell even harder for Nancy after all the shit happened in the upside down. There’s no doubt in your mind that she fell for him too. Yet, here we are. An absent minded Jonathan with his arm around an absent minded Nancy. You turn to give Eddie a look. He already knows exactly what you are thinking and agrees with you as he returns the disgusted look. 

Robin took a look at Steve. You could see her analyzing in her tipsy mind the pros and cons of Steve taking her home versus Jonathan. “You stay, dingus. I’ll hitch a ride with Nancy.” Robin must have decided Steve would be better off still drinking with you all than going home early. Steve puts his hands up, “Okay. I’ll see you guys tomorrow then.” 

“You coming, Argyle?” Jonathan asks. Argyle was in the corner, taking a huge rip from Eddie’s bong. Holding in as much air as he could, Argyle asks Eddie, “Is there anymore weed? I’m gonna have to refill this bowl.” Eddie laughs, “No, handsome. You smoked me out. I won’t be able to get more ‘till tomorrow.” Argyle groans and blew out the longest line of smoke you have ever seen. Man, he was impressive. “Alright!” He says, slowly getting out of his chair. “I’ll head back with Jonathan. I’ve got a girl waiting for my call in Uuuu-tah!” He says with a smile and a dance. You giggle. You don’t know him well, but he’s definitely smitten for whoever’s waiting for him in Utah. 

As they say their goodbyes and give their hugs, you find yourself with Steve and Eddie, no more weed, and a bottle of vodka. Eddie smiles, his arms reaching for both of your shoulders. “Well, let’s get to it, shall we?” You chuckle, stepping away from the group hug. Eddie’s arm still on Steve’s shoulder. Steve confused as to why Eddie continues to touch him. “And what are we getting into Eddie?” you say with a raised eyebrow. 

Eddie laughs, grabbing the vodka bottle. Steve shakes his shoulders as Eddie releases his embrace. He spins off the cap, it flying to god knows where. “It’s a little old game I like to call: truth, dare, or drink.” Steve rolls his eyes, “And how is this different from truth or dare?” Eddie smiles, walking toward his kitchen cabinets. He grabs three shot glasses and places them onto the counter. As he pours, he says, “Well, you can either do the dare, tell the truth, or if you don’t want to do either, you gotta take a shot or two.” You follow him to the kitchen, leaning over the counter. “Or two?” you say. He smiles, “Yeah, you might need to take two shots if the truth or the dare are way too good to pass up.” 

Steve, still struggling from the sight of Jonathan and Nancy reuniting, says, “Yeah, okay. I’m trying to get fucked up here and this sounds like the way to do it.” He grabs one of the glasses and shoots the vodka back. He takes it like a champ, no change to his face. You’re impressed. “Fuck it,” you say, following Steve’s lead. Eddie watches you both with a huge grin on his face. “It’s going to be a good night,” he whispers, taking his shot quick, and starting the game. 

The trio walks back towards Eddie’s living room.“Who’s going first?” Steve says, landing on the couch. “What about you?” Eddie says with a smirk. Steve threw his hands up, “I don’t care. Let’s do it.” Eddie looks towards you, putting a hand on your thigh. “You can ask first,” he says, eyes on Steve, and patting your thigh excitedly.

“Okay, truth or dare Steve?” you say, smiling. Steve smirks, taking a sip of his beer before answering. “Let’s do truth,” he says. You put a finger to your chin, pretending to think with an abundance of effort. “Hmm, okay okay. Do you …” you lead your question. You keep your eyes on Eddie, seeing if he might give you any indication of whether or not to ask the question you’ve both been dying to know the answer to. He was careful as to not give you any facial cues. “Do you still love Nancy?” you say. You could see Eddie slowly smiling in your sideline. He said under his breath, “Oh, we’re getting right to it.”

Steve let out a loud groan, bouncing one of his finger’s knuckle against his chin. He continues to shake his head and scoffing to himself. He leans his head back, squeezing his eyes closed. He suddenly leans forward and takes a longer swig of his beer. In noticing the shifts in his body language, you slowly turn towards Eddie with eyes wide. Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have asked, you think to yourself. Eddie begins to focus and analyze his beer bottle. He intends to put on a show so Steve has some privacy to work through whatever feelings he’s going through.

“I never stopped,” Steve says. His body finally still and his eyes on his hands, wrapped around a bottle. You instinctually put your hand on his. You meet his eyes. “I’m really sorry, Steve,” you say. Eddie slowly joins by placing his hand on yours. “We’re here for you man,” he says. Steve laughs brushing your hands away from his beer. He takes a sip. “It’s fine, it’s fine. We can just keep going,” Steve says, raising his drink. “Eddie, what was really going on with you and Chrissy, huh?” Eddie’s eyes grow wide, taken aback by the question. His demeanor completely shut down. “Yeah, she was at your place that night, right? Did y’all have like a secret affair or something?” Steve leans back, giving Eddie a cheer with his beer. As you watch Eddie begin to reel himself into the thoughts of that night, you help by sharing, “I think you need to ask him ‘truth or dare’ first.” Steve chuckles to himself, leaning more towards the side of tipsy. You try not to make eye contact with either of them. This game is leaning more towards trouble. 

“Let’s go with dare,” Eddie says softly. He takes a sip of his own beer. You’re almost disappointed. You were always curious about him and her. Why was she there that night? The night where everything went to shit for Eddie. Where he saw her die. Where his life changed. Steve nods, “Yeah, that might’ve been too tough. Okay! Let’s go with a classic ... give y/n a kiss.” Eddie slowly smiles, still shocked by Steve’s first question. He turns towards you. You’re not even phased. You’ve kissed this man more times than you could count, not that Steve or anyone knew that. Eddie leans in, his hand placed gently on your face. You smile, leaning into his hand. He places his soft, wet lips against you. He tastes like beer - not your favorite flavor of his, but its nice and sweet. 

“Wow, it looks like you guys have done that before,” Steve says sarcastically . He takes another sip of his beer. “Eddie, you’re up.” The awkwardness of this “game” is astounding. You hope that a few more sips of beer and you’ll be too tipsy to care. This seems to be the general thought for each player. “Truth or dare, sweetheart?” Eddie whispers to you. You laugh, “Well seeing as you guys are going hard with the ‘truth’ questions, I’m going to stick to dare for now.”

“Okay, y/n, I dare you to kiss Steve,” Eddie says with a crooked smile. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He had that one right up his sleeve ready to go. He seems to have a fascination with watching you kiss someone else. What a refreshing perspective. You turn towards Steve, outwardly not bothered at all. Although, you are freaking out on the inside. Steve is the one guy who seems unattainable. You’d never get an opportunity like this again. You try to keep your cool, “Steve, is that okay with you?”

Steve laughs. “Yeah, come on,” he says, waving you over. You know he was expecting something quick, like a nervous peck. Nope! You had other plans. You stand up and walk towards him on the couch. You slowly straddle your legs around him. Steve suddenly quiet and with a shocked expression on his face. You pull your hair to one side. You lean down, so close to his lips. You can feel his breath on yours. You catch him leaning forward and you quickly pull away to avoid his lips. “Bad boy, Harrington,” you say pushing his hair behind his ear. “The dare was for me to kiss you.”

With that being said, you trace your hands from his waist, up his sides, to his face. You lean closer. Steve incredibly still. You close your eyes and finally land your lips onto his. Your tongue slowly presses against his lips. As he opens his mouth, your tongue meets his in a rage of passion. Once they hit, Steve’s hands were fully entangled within your hair. He has a strong grip onto the back of your head. He leans off the couch and pulls you closer with his other hand. You begin to moan with each kiss. You slowly rock your hips forward. And quickly you pull your lips away. With your arms around his neck, you lean back with a gasp of air. You take a look towards Eddie’s direction. His legs were crossed. His hand holding his chin. His eyebrows furrowed and tense.

You knew that face. It was not a bad one. It was a “let me concentrate really hard so I don’t just cum into my pants” face. You giggle. You look at Steve, “Thanks Harrington.” Steve sits there still dumbfounded, mouth gaping in shock. You stand up and turn to Eddie. “Did you like that, Eddie?” Eddie tenses his jaw and looks towards you. “Yes, that looked very nice,” he hissed.

You walk towards the lazy boy and cross your legs. “Eddie, I choose you. Truth or dare?” A smile raises on his lips. He rolls his eyes ever so slightly. “Well, if it’s anything like I just saw, I’m definitely wanting some dares my way”, he says confidently. You grin, knowing exactly what you intend to make him do. “Hmm…” you pretend to be lost in thought. “I think I dare you to kiss Steve.” A huge smile widens upon your face. A devilish look appears as you stare at both boys. Steve scrambles to find words, as Eddie stays silent.

“Oh, hey! I don’t know about that,” Steve says with his hands raised. Eddie turns to him, wanting to hear him out, but a part of him also disappointed. “What’s wrong with that?” You say with an eyebrow raised. He laughs, as if he knew you were trying to trap him. “There’s obviously nothing wrong with it but I am not gay,” Steve says taking a tough swig of his drink. He places down his bottle harshly, his body leans towards Eddie. “Eddie, you gotta drink man. This shit’s crazy,” he whispers. Eddie chuckles, “What’s crazy about it Steve? It’s just a kiss.”

Steve groans, now realizing its two against one in this debate. “You’re telling me, you have never wanted to try kissing a man before? That thought has never once popped into your head?” you ask, genuinely. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it. With Robin coming out, it kind of made me start thinking about things. I wanted to make sure that I was authentically me,” Steve replies. Eddie makes a curious sound. “And are you?” Steve rolls his eyes. He attempts to change the subject. “Eddie, all these questions are making me think that maybe you want to kiss me,” he says with a chuckle. 

Eddie smiles, leaning towards Steve. You note that Steve was more welcoming to Eddie’s touch this time around. Eddie lays his head onto Steve’s shoulder, bringing his doe and fluttering eyes directly toward Steve. “I might. Is that okay with you, big boy?” he says with a smirk. Steve looking forward, taking a deep breath. His tongue pushing against his cheek. You watch with your eyes wide. You take a sip of your beer. It looks like he’s actually thinking about it! You wouldn’t dare take your eyes off of them. 

Steve quickly drops a sigh and says, “Fuck it.” His body fully turns towards Eddie, his hand on his cheek. Eddie’s eyes show shock. He must have thought he wasn’t going to do it. You observe Eddie’s expression slowly shifting towards pleasure and closing his eyes. Steve leans Eddie back down and lands his lips onto his. Eddie resting on his elbows. You slowly pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arm around your legs. The pressure of holding your knees tightly together is keeping you grounded as you observe the two of them. You whisper to yourself, “Holy shit this is going to be a good night.” You sink into your seat. 

Steve gives Eddie one last gentle peck. Eddie’s eyes remain closed as Steve slowly comes back up. Your eyes glued to both of them. You continue to look back and forth between them as Steve places more distance. Eddie’s eyes slowly open as he begins to lift himself from his elbows. He is taking his time to recover from Steve’s kisses. Your eyes meet Steve’s. He laughs, “You both look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are you okay?” You shift in your seat, your feet back on the ground, trying to seem more comfortable in your body. “Yeah, totally! That was totally something expected and not life altering,” you say forcibly laughing to yourself. Steve gives you a look of genuine, yet amused, confusion. He turns to Eddie. “Eddie, are you okay?” Eddie is pulled from his thoughts. “Hm? Oh, yeah. I’m cool dude,” he says softly. Steve could tell something changed, but did not want to draw too much attention to it. “Okay, well who’s-who’s turn is it now?” Steve says. 

“I think Eddie gets to choose,” you say nodding towards him. Eddie clears his throat, gathering himself. With a quick shift in his demeanor, Eddie’s eyes were hard focused on Steve’s. “Steve, truth or dare?” Steve scoffs, “Let’s go with truth this time around.” Eddie teases, “Okay, pussy.” You put your hands to your mouth, unsure of what kind of question will be asked next. Eddie adjusts his sitting to tuck a leg underneath him on the couch. He is finally able to take Steve head on. “Did you like it?” he says. Your grip on your chin tightens. You suck in air through your nostrils. Steve places his hand on Eddie’s thigh, “I liked how much you enjoyed it.” You try to be as quiet as possible, as if you don't want to scare these timid animals. Not a single muscle moves in your body. 

Eddie smirks, his eyes full of intent. You notice that that’s how he usually looks at you before you guys head to his bedroom. He softly says, “You gonna do it again, Harrington?” Steve chuckles, sucking his teeth. “Only if you ask me nicely,” he says, squeezing Eddie’s thigh. Eddie laughs, knowing that Steve was going to make him work for it. He put his hand on Steve’s, pulling it off his leg, and placing it onto his inner thigh. Eddie raises his chin as he releases a soft moan at Steve’s touch. Steve’s eyebrows came together, his eyes darting from Eddie’s to their hands. Eddie squeezes Steve’s hand, tensing his body, pushing more into it. You watch, knowing without a doubt that you are 99.97% sure that this is the best thing that has ever happened to you. You get to watch Harrington, the “hair,” kiss Eddie, the “freak.” You are happy for both of them, that they have a safe place to do this, but god damn is this awakening something new and deep within you. Eddie slowly turns towards you. “What do you think, y/n? Should Harrington kiss me?” 

You clear your throat, shocked that their eyes were on you. You had floated to the background. You were a fly on the wall. You weren’t a part of whatever amazingness this was. You were just the audience. You very carefully plan the next words out of your mouth. You overanalyze each word as though you were defusing a bomb and any wrong movement would mean everyone and everything was dead. You felt more pressure within this moment, then when you helped Dustin save Eddie in the upside down. You try to convey a sarcastic, effortless tone, knowing full well that everything in your body wanted this suggestion to take place. “You guys should just fuck and get it over with already!” Eddie immediately smiles, turning towards Steve, and biting his lip. His eyebrows raising, he says, “What do you think?” 

You could see that Steve was genuinely contemplating it. A tightness in your chest comes over you. You begin to get excited. There is an actual possibility that this might happen for you all. Steve couldn’t lie that kissing Eddie made him feel things in the pit of his stomach that he didn’t expect. The holding of his inner thigh, so close to a familiar bulge in his hands. He could feel it harden with brushes of his fingertips. Steve is curious to what all this could mean. He was interested in exploring, but wasn’t sure if he was ready to bend Eddie over - as much as he wanted to and refused to let himself think about. Steve turns back to you, trying to pull the attraction away from Eddie. 

“And what would you do?” Steve says. You look towards him, again not expecting to be any part of this. You look back at Eddie, begging him for help. You were way out of your level of expertise. You always imagined a ménage à trois was something you’d get into in college, not senior year of high school. You barely lost your virginity last year and here you are. Eddie grabs Steve’s chin forcefully, making him look at him. Eddie smiles, “She is going to sit on your face as I suck your dick.” You lose your breath. You begin mentally preparing yourself of what that would look like. How would you not immediately cum seeing Eddie taking all of Steve? Steve shifts his weight on the couch, something growing within his pants. Eddie looks down, noticing a new crease in his jeans. “Oh, it looks like you like that idea,” he says, slowly putting pressure on the bulge. Steve let out a sharp breath, his chin raising. While still palming Steve’s groin, Eddie addresses you completely unfazed. “Why don’t we move this party to the bedroom?” He gives Steve one more tight squeeze, stands up, and walks towards the kitchen. He swings his arm, grabbing the vodka bottle on the counter, and lightly dances into his room. 

You sit there, staring at Steve in disbelief. Once both of your eyes meet, your shock subsides. “You okay?” you say, standing up from your chair. Steve laughs to himself, a slow smile appearing on his face. He looks up to you, “This is gonna be a good night.” He stands from the couch and walks towards Eddie’s bathroom. You’re left alone in the living room. You take a second to breathe. It’s okay if you cum too early, at least you get to focus on watching, you think to yourself. You breathe in and out rapidly, as to pump yourself up for what you imagine to be the most amazing, weirdest night of your life. You walk to Eddie’s bedroom. 

Eddie is laid back on the bed, his belt unbuckled and exposing his happy trail. Steve is on the bed next to him, his shirt already off. The hair on his chest looking incredible in this lighting. He’s so beautiful that it's easy to skip over the still healing wounds on his torso. Eddie smiles and pats the bed, “We’ve been waiting.” You laugh, “I was one second behind Steve. Calm down.” You attempt to land your knee onto the mattress, but Steve puts his hand out to you. Your hands rise in confusion. “Nope,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re going to have to take off at least two articles of clothing before you get on the bed.” You scoff, pointing at Eddie. “Eddie didn’t have to do that!” Eddie smirks, “Well that’s because I got here first, darling.” Steve put his hand to his chest. “And I got here second and there went my shirt,” he adds. “So that means two for you, sweetheart,” Eddies whispers. 

You give off an audible sigh. You’re annoyed, but this is also an opportunity to make them both so horny they can’t get their hands off of you - or hopefully each other. You look down at your clothes, determining which items you should take off. You feel a rush of confidence when you finally decide. You look at both of them, slowly taking off your shirt. You pull your shirt over your head, your hair messily falling back to your face. Thank whoever’s in charge that you wore your light pink lace bra today, the see through one without much padding. Your nipples visible behind the lace. Steve’s mouth opens. He’s never seen you like this before and damn you look good. Eddie is licking his lips, desperately wanting to know what comes off next. 

You smile and reach under your skirt, careful not to show too much. You pull down your striped panties. They fall to your ankles. You step out of them and cross your legs. You watch as Steve lays his hand on Eddie’s, gripping tightly. The tips of Eddie’s fingers sliding underneath his boxers. “Can I come to bed now, boys?” you say. Steve furiously nods his head. Eddie, without a thought, immediately says, “Yes please.” You smile as you lay your bare ass on Eddie’s blankets. You look towards the both of them as you form a triangle on the bed. “What should we do first, boys?” you say confidently. 

Eddie takes a breath, trying to brush off the rush he just got from you. He looks towards you and leans in for a kiss. You happily oblige. You feel Eddie’s tongue rush at you, you open wide to take it all in. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie’s hand slowly crawling towards Steve’s belt. Steve adjusts himself so Eddie has a better angle. He leans down towards your neck, giving you soft nibbles. You feel Steve’s hand trace down to your inner thigh. Your breathing quickens against Eddie’s lips. Eddie minimizes the actions of his tongue as he exposes Steve’s boxers and sees a huge cock lined within them. He groans, pulling his face from you. “Oh fuck,” he says looking at Steve. You take a gander, “Holy fuck. Steve, you’re hung.” Steve laughs, pulling away from your neck. “Did you really expect something smaller?” Eddie cautiously leans in to palm it. 

Steve finally reaches the part where your inner thigh and groin meet. You lift your head up in an attempt to receive more air. Your body desperately begging you to scream at him as he takes his time. Finally, you feel him touching your folds. Your body relaxes and you let out a moan. Eddie’s eyes on you and Steve. Steve smiles and lets out a moan in tandem with your’s. “God damn, y/n. You’re so fucking wet and we barely started.” Steve reaches out for Eddie’s other hand. “You gotta feel this,” he says bringing his hand under your skirt. You feel two fingers at your entrance. You bite your lips. You know there’s no way in hell you’re going to last too much longer. “You are super wet, baby. Did Steve and I turn you on out there?” Eddie says. You run your fingers through your hair. “I think I would give anything to see you boys kiss again,” you say breathlessly. Steve begins to rub your clit, grabbing your face with his other hand. “Keep your eyes open then, baby. You’re going to want to see this.” 

While maintaining a steady rhythm on your clit, Steve moves his hands toward Eddie’s throat. Eddie thrown aback, never having been touched like this before. Steve slams his lips into Eddie’s. Eddie’s mouth opens and you can see Steve’s tongue forcefully making its way in. Your thighs begin to clench. Steve applying rougher pressure to your clit. You watch as Eddie regains his composure, taking a good bit of your slick, and dives into Steve’s boxers. He begins to rub his thumb on the head of Steve’s cock. Eddie wraps the remaining fingers around Steve’s shaft. Steve starts to moan heavily against Eddie’s lips. You moan so loudly, you don’t care who fucking hears. You have never felt this good. 

Steve quickly switches his hands, now teasing his fingers at your entrance. Your eyes remain fixed on Eddie and Steve. He dives his fingers within you, making you gasp. Eddie beginning to pump Steve faster. Steve’s breathing quickening. You begin to watch as Steve brings his hand close to your mouth. You spit in his hand, praying that that was what he wanted. His hand then travels to Eddie’s boxers. Another thing that caught Eddie off guard. He couldn’t sustain making out with Steve so he rested his forehead against his, breathing heavily. Steve begins to stroke Eddie’s cock to a similar beat as his fingers thrust into you. Eddie is trying to maintain his rhythm on Steve’s cock, but failing. Eddie starts moaning loudly. You begin to bounce on Steve’s fingers. You pull your eyes away from them slowly, focusing solely on Eddie’s melodic moans. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you hear. You shoot your eyes open, not wanting to miss anything. You see Eddie furiously pounding on Steve’s cock. You notice Steve’s eyes closing, his lips parting, his head leaning back. You can feel the thrust of his fingers weakening beneath you. Steve’s moans increasing in sound and frequency. You quickly move behind him, leaving his fingers. You let him rest his head back onto your shoulder. You kiss his neck and cheek lightly. His breathing so heavy. His moans so loud. Sweat forming on his forehead. His body tenses onto you. You grab the back of his hair tightly, and whisper in his ear, “Cum for us, big boy.” Steve gives out this strong, animalistic moan. Cum shooting onto the blankets and onto Eddie’s hard dick. Steve holding Eddie’s cock so tight as he climaxes. He starts to breathe harshly as he comes down from his high. 

As he slows his breathing, Steve’s eyes open to Eddie smiling, watching him intensely. Steve uses some of his cum to further lubricate Eddie’s dick. Eddie releases his grip and leans back. He watches as Steve’s hand bounces up and down off his cock. You give Steve one last peck and move yourself closer to Eddie. You begin to cup his balls as Steve feverishly jacks Eddie off. Eddie’s body fully rests onto the mattress. His hands now covering his eyes, rings cool to the touch. Eddie can’t stop himself from moaning. He tries to remain quiet, but there’s no way between Steve jacking him off and you massaging his sack. Eddie mumbles moans under his breath. His hands rushing through his curly hair, trying to keep it off his face. Steve’s breathing quickening again. “Oh, you like that huh, Eds? You wish I was balls deep into your ass right now, dontcha?” Steve taunts. Eddie bit his lip so hard you thought he might bleed. 

Eddie’s moans now quick and struggled. Your grip on his balls tighten as you squeeze his upper thighs. You are so fixated on the scene in front of you, that you lost feeling in your clit. You could see that Eddie was trying to last as long as he could. Not wanting to stop this extreme pleasure. Steve recognizes it too, watching Eddie’s eyebrows continue to raise and furrow. “You want my mouth on your cock, Eddie? Is that it? Are you playing hard to get?” Steve says in a whisper, slowing his pull on Eddie’s dick. Eddie’s eyes open and he nods. “Please,” he says quietly. Steve lowers his face, closer and closer to the head of Eddie’s cock. He stops, Eddie groaning in pain and anticipation. “Please, what?” Steve says. “Please, daddy,” Eddie replies. Steve smiles and lowers his mouth onto Eddie’s cock. Eddie immediately came within his mouth, cum rolling down the sides of his dick. Steve swallows proudly and wipes a drop of cum off the side of his mouth. 

You watch Steve, impressed. You continue to cup Eddie’s balls, helping him come back down. Eddie’s breathing steadies and you move your hands towards his waist. You lick any remaining cum off of Eddie’s shaft and watch them both with a smile. Steve stands up from the bed. Eddie quickly lifting off from the mattress. “Woah, woah woah. You’re not leaving right?” he says. Steve laughs, lowering his pants, his boxers following. “Oh no,” he smiles. “We can’t forget about y/n.” Your eyes wide in shock. It was almost as though you were having an out of body experience. After watching them both, you had no intent on Steve or Eddie finishing you off. You had such extreme pleasure just from seeing them cum together. Eddie’s smile grew. “How rude of us? We left you high and dry. We better make it up to her, Harrington.” You put your hand to your lip, completely unsure of what will happen next. However, you knew that you’d be following through with whatever they choose to do to you. 

“Why don’t you lie on the bed, baby,” Steve says placing a comforting hand on your thigh. “Ass up,” Eddie says harshly, squeezing your other thigh. You slowly move to lay on your stomach. Your head resting on its side. Your skirt barely covering your wet pussy. The boys adjust so that they’re both behind you. Eddie lowers his pants and boxers. “Oh fuck, Steve. What are we going to do with this pretty pussy?” Eddie says in a playful tone. “Oh, I’ve got some ideas,” Steve says. You prepare yourself for whatever they throw your way. 

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Eddie laughs, a hand against his forehead. You watch his beauty as he lays atop of you, after such an incredible act of pleasure. “God, how did I get so lucky?” Eddie says. Before you had the chance to process his sweet words, something quickly shifted within him. He rushes you. His hand now on your neck. He lands on top of you, some of his weight leaning into his grasp. He squeezes the sides of your neck. You feel lightness as you slightly gasp for a breath.

Eddie leans closer to your lips. His teeth gritting as he hisses, “Are you ready for your punishment, y/n?” Nervous giggles escape from your lips. The tightness of your neck making them sound a lot deeper than you attended. “Are you laughing at me, y/n?” Eddie says, his eyes squinting and a smirk appearing on his cheeks. “N-no,” you attempt to whisper. He devilishly smiles, with some darkness behind his eyes. It doesn’t scare you. In fact, you’re excited to see the real him. You prepare yourself for whatever he’s going to throw at you. Eddie was absolute perfection. Anything he plans to do to you will be met with a sincere ‘thank you.’

Eddie gives you one more squeeze, slightly slowing the blood flow to your brain. Leaving you with a lightheaded buzz. As you gasp, he mimics you with a nodding of the head. “Y/n,” he said with a soft whisper. “You’re mine.” Suddenly, he lifts his hands from your neck. Sucking in a deep breath, your eye brows furrow in both sadness and confusion. Without even realizing it, your bottom lip gives out a hell of a pout. “Oh baby, just you wait,” Eddie said, lowering himself back onto you. He tugs on your belt loops. As your hips raise, you feel your back arch. Eddie quickly takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around your torso. The warmth and tightness of his embrace leaving you with absolute happiness and a sense of safety. In an attempt to embrace him as well, your legs close around his torso. 

Eddie leaves beautiful, soft kisses beginning at the end of your ribcage and down your stomach. Your body involuntarily curls as his lips and subtle stubble leave you ticklish. As he reaches your pants, he begins to unhook your button. Each of his movements leaving you with hesitant laughter. Eddie chuckles alongside you, kissing and squeezing you. It is almost as though he is attempting to find each of your ticklish spots. Smiles and laughter abrupt between you both. Eddie leaves quick kisses across your body, especially onto your sides as they leave you more sensitive. “Eddie! Eddie!” You say, wiggling underneath him. 

Eddie hushes you, a finger against his smile. He returns kisses towards your hips. He places his hands onto your jeans and begins to pull down slowly. You watch as his eyes widen at the sight of your lace panties. “Beautiful,” he says rubbing his thumb against the lace. A gasp rips through you in response to his touch. “Eddie,” you whisper looking down at him. He smirks. His chocolate eyes completely filling you with joy. With another tug, your jeans are at your knees - bare thighs completely exposed. 

With a rush of passion, Eddie spreads your thighs. You run your hands through your hair, closing your eyes. A rising chin, your lips part slightly. Eddie smiles watching your body shift into a more comfortable position. He lays light kisses on your inner thighs. Another giggle escapes your lips. “Oh, you’re ticklish here too?” he says with a smirk. He continues to kiss you as your body tightens around him. His lips landing back and forth between legs. “Eddie, stop!” you yelp with a laugh as he continues to kiss you so softly that it leaves your body with a sensation of pins and needles. Your hands now in his waved hair. He continues to laugh deeply against your skin. 

“I think I figured out your punishment, my love,” Eddie says with another kiss. You lift yourself onto your elbows, attempting to make eye contact with him. Not exactly something you’d like to hear when you’re completely vulnerable - yet you watch him in anticipation. He gives you one last sweet kiss, a kiss you would always hope for from this gentle boy. As he lifts his eyes towards you, he gives you a mischievous wink. He wraps his hands under your leg, squeezing tightly. He bares his teeth and takes a bite of your inner thigh. A scream breaks from your throat. The sensation is almost overwhelming. With an attempt to pull your leg from him, you feel his mouth sucking powerfully. 

“Oh my god, Eddie!” you wail, your voice rising in pitch. Somehow his staggering bites give you both pleasure and pain. You suck in sharp breaths, attempting to focus your attention on his touch. Eddie laughs against his teeth. He squeezes your thigh intensely. He touches you with just the right amount of pressure and the right amount of pleasure. A quiet moan falls from your lips. Eddie pulls from your skin, a cupping sound left behind. You release a sweet mumble. Before you have the opportunity to land your eyes on his, he digs back in to a more sensitive part of your thigh. Your hand lands within his hair. You tightly pull against him. “You’re so soft, so beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin. 

Eddie rushes his bite against your other thigh. You let out another yelp, as though you were some how not expecting another intense kiss. He sucks on your thigh ever so slightly. He slowly lets his lips fall from you. A groan emerges from within. Why does he have to pull away? Letting out a deep breath, you caress his cheek. “Baby,” Eddie says gently. His eyes drawn to yours. He has never found himself in a more delightful place. “Kiss me?” you say looking down at him. 

Eddie smiles and rushes up to you. His hands cupped around your face. The weight of his body, a nice pressure against your chest. All of him pressed against your inner thigh. Eddie gently places his lips onto yours. You fully welcome his affection and lean into the kiss, creating a balancing act between soft and firm. So much of you wanted to be fully enthralled with him. To give him everything you possibly could. He deserves all of you and, some how, more. You find yourself hoping to kiss him forever, hoping you will never have to stop. As your eyes begin to flutter, your tongue brushes against his lips. Eddie’s lips slightly part as he throws a hand deep within your hair. 

As both of your tongues crash against each other, you feel your nails involuntarily digging into his back. The pleasure and joy from his touch leaving you completely serene. Your fingers begin to claw at his shirt, quickly pulling it over his shoulders. All you cared about was Eddie being completely naked and completely on top of you. Eddie, thankfully, supported you by raising his hands. You throw his shirt somewhere in his room. He looks immaculate. 

Beginning at his waist, your eyes scan every inch of Eddie; hoping that you would never forget this moment. His maintained curls leading right up his happy trail, subtly dissipating below his belly button. His torso was smooth to the touch. You observe the strength he carries within his shoulders and pecks. His curly locks slowly brushing his chest. Following along, your eyes adore his chiseled and firm jawline. As your eye line lands near his face, you realize that Eddie has been watching you the entire time. A full length’s smile matching yours. He gently collapses onto you. Although appreciative of his care, you almost wished you had more time to just observe him. He rests on one of his elbows as he continues to push his fingers through your hair. 

Eddie’s remaining hand gliding atop your waist and ribcage. The striped shirt fluttering just above it. His hand lands onto your breasts. The feel of your bra’s lace pulls his attention from your lips. He breathes deeply, looking back at his hand. A smile spreads across his face. His grip tightens, the pressure deep within your skin. Peering down, you watch as Eddie lowers himself to deliver the sweetest and softest kisses on your chest. Each kiss is a sort of energetic mixture between heaven, static electricity, adrenaline, and downright horniness. Often, you catch yourself gasping at his touch, with a small raise of your chin. While finding absolute joy in watching him, you place your hand through his compact curls. 

With a careful pinch of his fingers, Eddie pulls down the lace and fully cups your breast. The feel of his warm hand hardens your nipple. A quick smirk on his face confirms that he feels it as well. Eddie’s kisses track closer and closer to your tit. You feel the tension build up within you. The tightness overwhelming in your chest. Almost as though you are going to pop. Your back begins to arch, eyes closing, moving your body and chest closer and closer to him. He adjusts his other hand to better support himself against your wiggling body. Eddie cannot help but stop his kisses and watch your body move for him. “C-can we take this off, Eddie?” you say, eyelids still shut. All of a sudden your bra is incredibly uncomfortable. You want it off, to be free. 

Within the next second, Eddie leans back into a straddle on your waist. The quick movement leads you to open your eyes. His head nods as he bites his lips. He is concentrating so hard. You giggle to yourself, your hands playing with the sheets above you. His hands slowly wrap around your bra’s band, following the path to your back. He finally reaches the clasp. You are sure this is the ultimate “moment of truth” for him. Eddie takes a slow breath and pushes the two straps closer together. The act releasing the hooks from one another. He pulls back from you, a quick sigh of relief escapes him. Eddie stands tall, a smug look on his face. 

A playful, yet impressed, smile appears on your face. “Wow,” you say softly with a low chuckle. Eddie smirks so hard that his plump lips became thin lines. “I know, right?” he says nonchalantly. “You must have had a lot of practice,” you say jokingly. He laughs aloud. “No, baby. Just a lot of research,” he says, moving his head back and forth in smooth infinity circles. His smile meeting yours as he leans back into you. A kiss so passionate you almost forget that you are about to be naked in front of a boy - no, not just any boy. Eddie fucking Munson. Hands slowly reach your shoulders. Fingers pulling the straps down to your sides. Eddie lifts your bra from your chest, he leans up so he can see all of you. 

Your eyes watch his face with adoration. He looks over your hair, your eyes, smile, chest, breasts, stomach, and waist. Complete bliss and devotion resonating between you both. You are the most confident you have ever felt. You are beautiful. Not just because Eddie thinks so, but because now you know you are. Eddie takes an exaggerated sigh and bites his lip once more. “What are you going to do, baby?” you whisper, lifting your jaw ever so slightly and exposing your neck. A grin gradually forms on his lips. 

While keeping his eyes fixed on yours, Eddie lowers himself once more onto you. His supple lips landing on your bosom. He begins with a few kisses. At this point, your eyelids automatically flutter to the feel of his soft, warm mouth. His hand lands on your other tit. Your hard nipple slightly being squeezed between two of his fingers. He then tracks his tongue down to your areola. Taking a few deep breaths, you feel your clit pulsing in response to his touch. Your hand cups his, tightening around him. Eddie traces large circles around your nipple. You release low moans, dopamine flooding your brain. He lowers his mouth onto your nipple, initially with just kisses but now leaning into more sucking. “Fuck,” you say under your breath. With that Eddie sucks a bit harder, his teeth now wrapping around your nipple. A gentle bite throws shocks throughout your body. A small squeal escaping your lips. 

A new feeling, maybe even a desire, floods through you. A sudden rush of wanting him to feel all of you. You open your eyes and harshly grab onto his face. You pull him up from your chest and crash your lips onto him. Eddie matches your strength, pushing you into a world of absolute joy. Your tongues almost fighting against each other. Although you would love to spend the rest of your life kissing this man and doing absolutely nothing else, you pull back from his face. Your teeth latching onto his bottom lip, pulling it as you do. He lets out a quick shuttered breath. His eyes completely focused on you. “I want you, Eddie,” you say confidently, almost out of breath. “I need you - inside, baby.” 

Eddie leans his forehead onto yours. You close your eyes, attempting to prepare yourself for him. But you hear a stern, “Tsk tsk tsk.” With eyes shot open, you watch Eddie with a confused expression. “Oh baby, as much as I would love to, we are not done with your punishment?” Your face now leans more into frustration. “We’re still doing that?” you giggle, pushing your head back to the sheets. Your palms press against your eyebrow bones. In the same movement, you brush your fingers through your hair and pull strands away from your face. Eddie laughs playfully, leaning back into his straddle. “Baby, you can’t touch me,” he says without remorse. Your eyebrows push together, your mouth gapes open. You raise your torso, resting on your hands placed behind you. 

“Can you say that again? I must have misheard you,” you say with absolute shock displayed on your face. “You’re so cute,” Eddie mutters as he kisses your nose. He lifts himself off of your lap and stands at the edge of the bed. Slowly and calmly, he states, “You can’t touch me.” You chuckle dryly, scooting yourself to sit directly in front of him. “W-what does that mean?” you stutter with a serious tone. “It means: interlock your fingers, and hold your hands together on your lap. They don’t come undone unless I say,” he states with the same cool tone. With a deep breath, you ease the part of you that loves to be in control. You find yourself in a position where compliance is crucial. With a bit of an internal struggle, you follow his instructions and place your hands on your lap as the balls of your feet dig into the carpet floor. 

Eddie smiles and softly says, “Good.” He slowly pulls his boxers down and off his body. You watch as his cock bounces right to his stomach. A sight that you’re realizing might be one of your favorites. It hanging slightly above your eye line. You straighten up, expecting round two. He smiles and places his hand on his cock. He walks a bit closer to you. His dick just a few inches from your face. You look up to his eyes, licking your lips, as you reach your hand around him. Eddie pulls away suddenly. “Not. Until. I. Say,” he says firmly. You gulp and interlock your fingers again, placing them gently onto your lap. He smiles and draws himself closer to you once again. 

As he begins to rub his dick inches from your face, you find yourself unexpectedly struggling to remain still. The tops of your palms forcefully pushing into each other. The tips of your fingers turning pink and pale with the amount of strength you are exerting. You so desperately want to touch him. You want to make him feel good, to be the one who makes him feel good. Eddie starts to softly moan, his eyes tied to yours. “You’re being such a good girl,” he says with a smirk. He knows in any other situation you would probably beat his ass for calling you a ‘good girl.’ But he knows he’s in control right now. And he’s loving it. You continue to breathe through your annoyance. 

Although this interaction leaves you with an intense feeling of frustration, you cannot help but also feel the pleasure building in you. You watch as his strokes increase in speed. You watch as beads of precum begin to drip from his tip. You desperately want his cock in your mouth. You desperately want your hands on him. You desperately want to be the person to give him this pleasure. “Please,” an unexpected whisper comes from within you. In between moan filled breaths, Eddie replies, “Not yet.” His moans are like music to your ears. They leave your body tense and wanting release. 

Eddie’s moans grow louder. His hand motions become more irregular and rushed. You tighten your legs together, pushing your locked hands onto your crotch. You feel a fire being built in between your legs. You need to feel something. As Eddie begins to thrust into his grip, you rock your hips back and forth on the edge of the bed. The ends of the mattress leaving you with a less than adequate level of stimulation on your cunt. You catch yourself whimpering at the lack of his touch. “What’s wrong, baby?” Eddie says with a grin. “You wanna touch?” You nod furiously, tensing your body tightly. “Go for it,” he whispers. Your eyes widen in joy. You quickly release your fingers and reach for him. But again, he pulls away and places distance between you two. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t clear. You can you go ahead and touch yourself. I’ll be right here,” he says gently. 

You catch yourself grinning at the challenge - this is something you’re good at. Sucking your tongue against your teeth, you lean back slowly onto the bed. Your hands lightly trace your sides, your waist, and back to your tits. One hand lands on your nipple, small squeezes going a long way. Eddie releases a quick shot of breath. His mouth hanging open now as though he was struggling to keep himself from you. Your dominant hand slowly moves down from your sternum and down your stomach. Your fingertips rest just below your panty’s band. With your eyes stuck onto his, you bite your lip and slowly open your legs - inviting him closer. Eddie takes the bait and leans his upper thighs against your inner. 

Your fingers travel underneath your panties. Slowly, your fingertips circle your clit. The stimulation on your cunt leaves your legs tightening against Eddie’s. His moans become louder, more breathless. You follow his lead, matching your movements with his. Your moans complimenting his so brilliantly. With a squeeze of your nipple, your body wiggles in front of him. His breathing harsh and shaky. Leaning a bit forward, you begin to circle your own hole. With an overly exaggerated moan, you make it painfully obvious that you gently pushed your fingers inside - sending Eddie over the edge. He begins to furiously bounce his hand up and down his staff. His grunts seemingly becoming overwhelming. Your other hand travels down to feverishly play with your clit as you thrust your fingers inside. You continue to match his pace, catching up to his level of pleasure so quickly. You find that you are both so intensely close to cumming. You both just need one more push. 

Eddie’s grunts become more and more audible. Your moans loud enough that the trailer across the way could probably hear you both. “Fuck,” he starts to say through his teeth. A smile spreads across your face as an idea pops into your head - an idea that will send you both straight to happy O-town. You bite your lip, gaining Eddie’s direct attention. “Daddy, can I cum?” you say sweetly. He loses his breath, a deep moan dropping from his lips. “Y-yes,” he says. With a smile, you increase the pressure and movement on your clit. You feel the pressure building up within you. Eddie switches to following your momentum, taking your lead. It making him incredibly shaky and desperate for you to cum. You feel the all too familiar white hot rush burst through you. “Eddie,” you yelp as your legs tighten around your hands and his thighs. Your eyes close as your ride the high. Shortly after you, you hear, “Y/n, I’m cumming, baby. I-I’m cumming.” Your eyes shoot open, watching as his eyebrows pull together. His eyes close and his mouth hangs open. His stomach and body twitching as his cum pours onto your thighs, your panties, your hands, and your stomach. You giggle in response to the warm hot liquid landing on sensitive parts of your body. Eddie thrusts harshly into his grip as he releases everything he has onto you. Both of you continue to lean into your own highs, feeling every god damn ounce of pleasure that you gave each other. 

Eddie releases once last burst and leaves himself gasping for breath. He continues to take a few more breaths as he licks his lips. He slowly opens his eyes to your hands tangled into your hair and eyes fluttering open as well. “Fuck, y/n,” Eddie says as he takes the sight of you in. Your eyes land onto his. A small, exhausted smile appears on your face. “Hey, Eddie,” you say with a chuckle. Eddie laughs as he shakes out his arms. “Stay right there,” he says with his palm directed toward you. He turns and quickly looks around his room. His eyes land on a towel. He grabs it and pauses to take one more good look at you - covered in his cum. Eddie takes a sharp breath, shaking his curls out of his face. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” He takes a step closer to you and kneels at the edge of the bed. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” he says softly. He begins to gently wipe the cum off of your body. 

With his now sticky towel hanging on a chair, Eddie leans down onto you. He plants a gentle kiss on your lips. As he pulls away, he leaves one more on your cheek. “I’ll be right back,” he says. Before you can stop yourself, your bottom lip pouts and your eyebrows raise. Eddie reaches for your hand and gives you a squeeze. “I won’t be long. I promise you.” You smile and nod. He keeps his eyes on you, scanning your body, as he backs towards the door. He stops, caught in the doorway, staring at you. He pushes his fist to his mouth and bites down. “Ooo shit,” he says as he turns harshly and walks down the hallway. You find yourself smiling so hard it hurts your cheeks. Staring at the ceiling, your thoughts begin to wander. You are so happy, content, free. You brush your finger tips onto your lips, remembering his passionate and loving kisses. Have you ever been this happy before? Has anyone made you feel this happy - ever? There was something about Eddie. This feeling, this amount of passion and chemistry, it’s not normal. This is rare. This is special. He is special. 

“Oh, y/n!” Eddie yells from the down the hall. You are immediately pulled from your thoughts. He appears in the doorway, leans onto one side. He hisses in air, making a painful face. “We forgot someone,” he says with a hint of guilt. “Someone? Who?” you say in a bout of confusion. With an exaggerated worried tone, Eddie reveals something in his grasp. “We forgot Betty,” he says with a crack in his voice. You immediately catch on and get into character. “Oh no! Betty, we are so so sorry. Is it okay if we smoke from you now or is it too late?” you say with a sad look on your face. Eddie pulls the humungous bong to his ear, nodding. “She says her feelings are hurt. Buuuuut her bowl is packed and ready to go,” he says with a grin and dancing towards you on the bed. 

“Ladies first?” Eddie lands onto his knees atop the bed. The mattress bouncing underneath him. “Why, thank you,” you say with a grin. You reach your hand out to wrap your lips around the bong. Eddie flicks his lighter and begins to burn the bowl. You suck in the smoke, attempting to take in as much as you could. Once you reach your limit, you pull the down-stem out and let the cloud rush into the back of your throat. You get caught with a nasty hit of smoke and start to cough. Eddie laughs beside you, placing his hand on your thigh. “Hell yeah, baby.” You return Betty’s down-stem as you continue to struggle to get a good breath. “Oof, I am jealous of the high you’re about to get,” Eddie says as he places his mouth onto the bong’s neck and lights the remainder of the bowl. 

You land back onto the mattress, crawling yourself back towards his pillows. The high hits you harder than you initially expected - still an incredible high. You can immediately feel the pressure against your eyes as you lay your head back onto one of his pillows. Before you know it, Eddie leans down onto the pillow beside you. You smile, feeling his warm hands curl around you. He leans his chin onto your shoulder, giving you a quick bite. You lean your head onto his in return. “Hey, handsome,” you say with a smile. “Hey, beautiful,” he replies. Before you know it, words are flooding out of you. “Hey! Did you ever watch that old horror movie - Night of the Living Dead?” you attempt to say but a giggle interrupting you every two to three words. “What if that shit was real, dude?” you say with a serious tone. 

Eddie tightens his arms around your chest. Both of you in a beautiful naked embrace. “I think I watched it back in like middle school. It scared the shit out of me. I had like non-stop nightmares for a while. Like ‘pee the bed’ kind of nightmares,” Eddie says with a low chuckle. You raise yourself onto your elbow and give him a serious look. “This bed?” you say softly. He laughs, landing his head back onto his arm. “No, another bed.” You nod your head slowly. “Sure, Eddie.” He laughs and tickles your stomach. You crunch up into him, slowly leading into you snuggling your head onto his chest. 

“If it was real, I would like to think that I would be a bad ass zombie killer,” Eddie says. “I’d have like the string of bullets wrapped across my chest, like Rambo.” He nods, confident in his answer. “Isn’t his name Rocky?” you say, tracing circles onto his chest with your fingertips. Eddie laughs and lands the palm of his free hand onto his forehead. With a sigh, he replies, “Same actor, different movie.” You giggle, almost to an uncontrollable level. You are definitely feeling it now. “Dude, that’s a lot of characters that start with the letter ‘R’,” you say with a harsh laugh. Eddie laughs alongside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “What the hell?” he asks, shaking his head between laughs. “You are amazing, y/n.” You smile looking up to him. He turns down towards you. “You’re pretty damn amazing yourself,” you say as you pull yourself higher onto him. You gently kiss him, a hand landing softly against his jaw. “I think I might be falling in love with you, Eddie Munson,” you say with a laugh before you could stop yourself. 

Eddie pulled away slightly to get a better look at your face. “Are you serious, y/n?” he asks firmly. With a nervous pause, you whisper, “Yes?” Eddie’s face was so serious, a few inches from yours. His eyes deep, brown, and innocent. His eyebrows pushed together, a line forming between them. A slight part in his lips. It left you terrified. Although he held such a gentle, vulnerable expression on his face, you were so scared to know what was behind it. Did he feel the same way? Or did you just become the complicated fuck buddy? Did you just ruin everything? All the options continue to flood your brain. You find yourself painfully sitting through a few seconds of silence, but if felt like eternities. Suddenly, a tiny shift in his face - a small glimpse of his dimples. “I feel the same thing. I thought I was being crazy for feeling this so early,” he sighs. Hesitantly, he continues, “I-I can’t really explain the connection I have with you, but I know it’s important, that its special, and that I cannot lose you,” he says solemnly. “I think I’m falling for you too, y/n y/I/n.” His eyes fall onto your lips. 

You sit in front of him, wide eyed, and way too high to have this serious of a conversation. Somehow, he’s able to do it but you are struggling to keep yourself from nervous laughter. You take a deep breath and take his cheeks into your hands. “We can be crazy together,” you say confidently. The back of your mind is completely shocked by what you said. That was the best answer we could come up with? The boy we have loved since for-fucking-ever has just told us he loves us too and we’re going with, ‘Let’s be crazy together.’ What in the hippie-shit is that? You watch as Eddie’s smile grows larger, “There is not a single thing in this world that I would want more.” You bite your lip and bring him in for a kiss. It felt like sparks were in the air. Like some Sixteen Candles bullshit. You pull him closer and closer, no matter what he was not close enough. His hands tighten around your waist as though he felt the same. It feels euphoric, not a nervous bone in your body. 

Suddenly, Eddie pulls away from your lips. You both gasp for breath. His hands confusingly at your face. You hadn’t noticed they had moved up your body. His thumb brushes your bottom lip as he adores every part of your face. “If we keep going, we’re not going to stop,” Eddie says with a bit of concern. “I don’t want to stop, Eddie,” you reply, reaching for him. He pulls away slowly, leaving you waiting for his next words. “Our first time will not be when we’re both high as hell, y/n,” he says with a grin. With a suspicious look on your face, you ask, “And why is that?” Eddie continues to chuckle and brushes some hair behind your ear. “It needs to be special. Something we can both look back on and remember fondly,” he says in a low tone, embarrassed of what you might think. You let out a deep sigh. “Well, I can’t argue with that.” You both wear your matching smiles. 

Eddie leans in for one more sweet kiss. And another one on your cheek. And another one on your nose. And before you know it, you are deep in a kiss attack! Kisses everywhere. You playfully push Eddie off of you, but happily failing miserably. His kisses are just too powerful. As he leans on top of you, he asks, “So, what would you do if Hawkin’s was suddenly in a Romero movie?” Smiling, you brush some of the curls out from his face. “I would probably go to that scary gun store outside of town-” Eddie interrupts you, “War Zone?” You smile, “Sounds about right. Uh, and stock up on guns and ammo. Maybe like a machete or something?” An idea pops into your head, bringing a rush of excitement into your voice. “Oh! Maybe we can get your Rambo-Rocky thing there?!” Eddie laughs at your excitement and shakes his head with so much adoration for you. 

“We could probably get that there. But how are we going to find each other?” Eddie says. You look at him in confusion. “I would imagine we would be together when shit hits the fan?” you say with a presumptuous tone. He laughs, a laugh from the pit of his stomach. It immediately leaves you with a grin on your face. “Okay, we probably would be together. But ... what would we do if we weren’t?” You break your eye line with Eddie. One eye brow raises as you think. A hum flows through you as you continue to consider different options. Tapping your finger onto your chin, you look around the room. “There it is,” you say confidently. “It was in front of us the whole time.” Eddie laughs, looking for what you are talking about. “What?” he says with a laugh. “The radio?” you say as though the answer was obvious, lazily pointing towards the corner of his room. “Okay, so we’re going to find each other by using the radio?” he says with a smile. Happiness flows through you in response, you snuggle tighter against him. “Yeah, we’ll just choose a frequency station and we’ll find each other that way,” you say softly against him. 

Eddie smirks, looking down at you. “How do you know so much about radios?” he says. “My brother messes around with them. He’s like a creep and is always listening in to other people’s conversations. Like one time, I caught him listening to like these kids screaming at each other about like the Russians and shit. It’s really weird,” you say with a laugh. Eddie stares at you, amusingly. “Anyway, um, he usually tunes into like a fourteen point something. So maybe we could choose a number after that?” It is his turn to brainstorm. He closes his eyes and attempts to come up with some number. You watch, seeing he is concentrating very hard. “Okay!” He yells, shooting his eyes open. “We will meet on 14.201,” he says proudly. “Why 201?” you ask. Eddie chuckles, “20 for how much you used to pay for goodies and 1 for 1 gram.” You watch as he is so proud of himself. “That’s perfect!” you squeal, trying to hold back a laugh. 

A yawn escapes your lips as you put so much effort into not laughing. “Ooof, I think this indica is starting to really hit,” you say tiredly. You rest your head on his chest. “Should I bring you home?” Eddie says without eye contact. He did not want you to leave, but did not want you to feel that you had to stay. “No, I’m good, Eds. I told my parents I’m sleeping over a friends,” you say smugly. He couldn’t contain the huge smile that flourished on his face. He moved to grab the blanket that was dangling off the corner of the mattress. He placed the majority of it on you and tucked it on your side. “Oh, just a friend, huh?” Eddie says, planting a kiss on your head. You raise your chin so you can look back up at him. “You are so not just a friend.” With a smile, you lean in for quick peck. You pull back to see a smile matching yours. “I’m crazy about you,” you whisper. He licks his lips and sighs. “I’m crazy about you.” With a smile, you land your head onto his chest as he leans back onto his pillow. A feeling of safety allows you to fall asleep almost immediately in his arms. 

“Shit!” you raise from the bed. Eddie jumps up, scared. His curly hair an absolute mess. “We’re late,” you say softly getting out of bed. You rush to find your scattered clothes along his bedroom floor. “Wait, baby. How do you know we’re late. You haven’t even looked at the clock?” he asks with a yawn. “I know, I can just tell I slept in!” you say, wrapping your clothes into a small bundle. Eddie turns over and lands his face back into the pillow. You feverishly search for your bra, but you can’t find it. With a wince, you rush over to Eddie’s side and tap his back lightly. He groans. “Eddie, baby, please I can’t find my bra.” He raises his head to take a look at you, up and down. He chuckles to himself. “Do you really need a bra?” Your face deadpans. You take your bundled jeans and smack it against his bare ass. “Holy shit!” He says laughing and covering his ass. “Okay, okay. It’s here,” he says, pulling your bra from under his pillow. You look at him completely confused. Eddie giggles and pouts, “It was a souvenir.” You sigh, amused. 

As you turn to put on your pants, your eyes find the clock on his bedroom wall. You gasp as you rush your clothing on. “Eddie, it’s 8:50!” Eddie begins to rub his eyes, attempting to get up. “It’s going to be okay, baby,” he attempted to say sincerely. He had absolutely no care in the world to be on time for school. Usually, his ‘on-time’ is at least a two hours late. Suddenly, things got quiet - which made Eddie’s eyes open. He searched for you, finding you in the doorway fully clothed. “Aw,” he says with a frown looking at all your clothes. “Eddie? Eddie, baby. Um, I know you aren’t a fan of school but I, well I’m not either, but I gotta be there on time so ... can you get dressed or can you drive me there naked?” you say quickly. Eddie scoffed. “I’m crazy for you, right?” he says with a smirk. “Oh, yeah. You’re crazy for me alright,” you say with your eyebrows raising. Eddie smiles and swings his legs over the mattress. “Let’s go.” 

Eddie turns the corner into the school parking lot and pulls up right to the front gate. “8:58, baby,” he says with only his jeans on. “New record.” You giggle. “Thank you, Eddie,” you say with a grin. “You gonna go back and sleep?” you ask. He yawns and nods to the back of his van. “I’m probably just going to park somewhere and sleep ‘till lunch. I’ll catch you then?” He smiles. “See you then,” you bite your lip as you turn and walk into the school. Iron Maiden blaring as he parks the van in the school’s lot. 

Why you chose to get out of bed with Eddie this morning and come to school on time, you will never know. Your morning classes were absolutely brutal. Finally, its lunch time and you’re able to see Eddie. As you walk down the hall, you can see glimpses of Eddie making a ruckus again in the middle of the cafeteria through the swinging doors. He must have found an extra Hellfire shirt in the back of his van. You smile and hurry yourself - just to accidentally slam into the head cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham. Although you’d expect a major bitch for a cheerleader, Chrissy was actually the sweetest girl - if you caught her away from Jason. Unluckily for you, Jason was with her today. “Oh crap,” you say as Chrissy drops her books on the ground. You immediately bend down to help her grab her books. “I’m sorry, Chrissy. I didn’t see you,” you say. She smiles and says sweetly, “It’s okay, y/n.” You find yourself shocked by the fact that she knows your name. All of a sudden, you hear an obnoxious bumping sound come from above you. 

“It’s not okay, y/n. Watch where you’re fucking going,” Jason says as he grips his hand around Chrissy’s arm. She’s suddenly pulled up. As you stand across from them, you say, “Watch how you fucking speak to me.” Although general social interactions are 100% not your thing, you have unfortunately had too many experiences with fuck faces like Jason to actually stay quiet. You are way past that now. He laughs, all smug like. Chrissy places her hand on his chest, attempting to calm him down. “The fuck did you say to me, bitch?” he yells. 

Jason pushes through Chrissy’s hand and walks up to you with his chest raised as if he was a god damned gorilla. How the hell did sweet Chrissy end up with prick alpha male like Jason?  “Back the fuck up, dude,” you say sternly. He continues to approach you. Other students either walk past, stare, and do nothing or form a circle around you both. You look back towards the cafeteria to see that Eddie was gone from his seat. No help now. In an attempt to continue keeping distance between you two, you walk backwards but eventually you hit the lockers. 

“Know your place, bitch,” Jason says as he pounds his fist into the locker above you. You flinch at his punch. But next thing you know, Jason was gone. You turn to see Chrissy, matching her fearful eyes. And that’s when you see him. You see Eddie. 

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You have come to love your morning drives with Eddie. His smile as the morning sun streaks across his face through the van’s windshield. His eyes as they squint with each laugh. God, you love to make him laugh. His nose as it scrunches up with each lame joke you tell. You always crash against each other in a fit of laughter. You wish this to be the routine for the rest of your life. You feed him ripped bits of your Eggo waffles as he drives you to school. His dramatic yawns as he gives you shit for never wanting to be late. His deep chocolate eyes when they shine like sparkles as they look back at you. 

“What do you think of you sitting with the boys at lunch?” Eddie asks. You reminisce about his strong arms around you, always making you feel safe. You will always be safe with him - the love of your life. The curl of his hair leaving an unforgettable feeling on your cheeks as you lean in for a kiss. You wish you could save every moment you have of him. To make some huge disgustingly sweet scrapbook. You don’t want to forget a single thing. “Baby?” he says as he places his hand gently against your cheek. His eye line darting back and forth between you and the road. You immediately pop out of your thoughts and lean into his palm with a smile. “Sorry, Eds. What did you say?” you ask with a shake of you head. 

Eddie laughs as he gives you a squeeze to your cheek. “You daydreaming?” he asks. You smile and place a quick peck onto his forehead. “Only of you, baby,” you say with a wink as you pull away. He blushes as a tight thin grin forms on his face. He brings his hand back to the steering wheel. “I was thinking about having you meet the boys,” he says with a clearing of his throat. Your face immediately deadpans and rushes into worry. He looks towards you with brows pushed together. He knew that would be a big ask of you. You bite your lip and place your hands on your lap. 

“I-I don’t know, Eds,” you say with a shaken voice. You desperately want to meet the people that mean so much to the love of your life. But fear pulls you back. “What if they don’t like me?” you ask. You have watched these Hellfire boys from afar. They always seemed so kind and sweet. They were too focused on Dungeons and Dragons to give a shit about the stupid normal stuff. Alone, they stand vulnerable. But together? They are a strong force. They give each other strength. They mean everything to Eddie. What if they don’t like you? What if Dustin doesn’t like you? There’s no coming back from that. 

Eddie gives off a quick laugh, which leaves you uncomforted. “They’re going to love you,” he reassures. “Because I...I’m crazy about you.” Before you can stop yourself, you giggle at Eddie’s hesitation. “I’m sorry,” you laugh to yourself. The redness filling within your cheeks. “What?” he says with a laugh and a rolling of his eyes. “I’m just surprised,” you add with a bite to your lip. “Surprised about what?” he whines as he bounces his eyes from you to the school’s parking lot. As he parks the van, he shifts his body towards you. His brows push together as he watches you in worry. With a deep breath, you scoot closer to him and gently place your hands on his chunky cheeks. “Eddie Munson, I so fucking love you,” you whisper with a smile. Not a single part of your body is screaming out, desperately demanding an escape plan. There was no anxiety in stating this fact. You are surprised you actually haven’t said it since he did that one night, when he thought you were asleep. You regret not saying it every day before this moment. 

A sweet smile forms on Eddie’s face. The heat rushes to his cheeks as well. You lean in for a gentle kiss. His lips are like clouds against yours. His hair tickling the sides of your face again. His sweet eyes closing as you lean into him. You have never felt more content than in this moment. You could see yourself kissing him right before school, right before work, right in front of an alter, right in front of your kids. You could see this kiss lasting forever. You never knew what a soulmate was before meeting him, but you have never been more confident in the phenomenon. Eddie was everything. He is the apology that the universe has sent your way for the shitty life you have lived so far in your 18 years. You would endure those years again and again if it meant you get to spend the majority of your lifetime in his arms. 

The bell rings as students flood the parking lot. Eddie pulls away with a big smile on his face. “I love you too,” he whispers. You bite your lip as an involuntary smile grows upon your face. He clears his throat with a grin as he places his hand on your knee. “Okay, compromise. You don’t meet the boys today, but you officially meet Wayne tonight,” he suggests. You are immediately pulled away from the beauty of this moment. “That’s worse,” you shout with a bit of whine to your voice. “Y/n, I love you. My way of loving is to parade you around and for everyone to fucking know, that you’re mine and I am yours,” he says with a seriousness leading into the biggest smile you have ever seen. 

With a groan, you lay your weight against the passenger seat. You rest your hand upon your forehead as you consider your options. It ultimately comes down to the number of people you are meeting. One or at least six? But that “one” is so fucking important to Eddie. The only person he considers his family, beyond you that is. The anxiety rushing through your body as you think of meeting the Hellfire boys almost leads you to the point of nausea. From what you have observed of their rag tag group, things move way too quick for you to handle. The boys start and stop conversations so quickly and throw words every which way. You would not be able to follow them on your own. On top of that, you would not want to put Eddie out by having him help you through those conversations. On top of everything, you want to make a great first impression but how do you do that mid-panic attack? 

“Wayne,” you say with an immediate rush of regret. Eddie’s smile grows even larger as he pulls you in for a quick kiss. “Thank you baby,” he whispers against your lips. You lean into him for one last embrace before you part ways. “I’m going to make dinner. Cooking is one of the few things I’m good at and I’m going to need as many points as I can get,” you say with a shuddered breath. He makes an amusing sound as his eyebrows raise. “Yes, my sexy chef,” he says as he leans into you with that devilish look in his eyes. The look that usually comes right before the tickle attacks. You giggle as you push him away and open the passenger side door. “Oh, y/n,” he says as you land your foot onto the ground. “I said it first.” You laugh as you swing your backpack over your shoulder. “I know, Eddie.” His brows quickly push together as you spin around with a laugh and walk into the school. 

Eddie and you have a dedicated time right after school lets out where you both find a spot to meet, hang out, listening to music, and smoke by yourselves. Last time, he brought you into the school’s basement. He shared all these scary ghost stories about Hawkins, about all the people who had gone missing in the past three years. You were not a fan, but he seemed to really enjoy himself. Luckily, you’ll be meeting at his van in the far corner of the parking lot today. You open the door and hop into the seat. He is not here yet, so you reach into your backpack and pick out your history textbook. Might as well get the work done now. Lord knows you won’t have time for it later. 

As you read through your sixth page, you press your eyebrows together in a bout of concentration. All of a sudden the driver’s door bursts open and you hear Eddie shout a loud “ah!” You unwillingly scream and drop your book onto the van’s floor. With a death stare, you slowly turn towards Eddie - who of course was keeled over, laughing his ass off. “Eddie Munson!” you shout with a pout to your lip. “I’m sorry, love. I had to,” he says with his last few laughs. He places his hand on his stomach as you are sure he’s laughed so hard it hurts.

You roll your eyes and lean towards your window. Eddie pulls you close and crashes you back onto his chest. He places a a huge smooch against your forehead. “How are you doing, darling?” he whispers. You smile and adjust yourself to sit on his lap. “I’m doing great now that you’re here,” you say with a smirk and a raise of your brow. Eddie laughs as he watches your mouth. “Lame,” he scoffs. You scrunch your nose as you place a quick peck against his lips.  

“Did you decide what you’re making tonight?” Eddie asks as he squeezes his arms around you. With a confident smile, you say, “I make a killer Mac and cheese.” He dramatically pulls away with a shocked look on his face. “Oh shit, really?” he asks. “Yeah! It’s one of the few things I’m actually good at making,” you answer with a chuckle. “Oh, I can think of a few things you’re good at,” he whispers back at you as he rests his arms around your waist. You push your shoulder into him as you tuck your head underneath his chin. The rose to your cheeks returns. “Like what?” you say with a bit lip. You slowly lift your eyes towards him as you hide amongst the curls of his hair. 

Eddie cranes his neck to look down at you. His eyes full of excitement. His lips part slightly. “Well, I really like the way you take care of me and make me feel safe,” he shares. Your eyes immediately well as you look up towards him. As soon as you notice, you pull away and dig deeper into his neck. “What?” he says with a chuckle as he brushes the hair from your face. “That was super cute,” you mumble into his Adam’s apple. “I thought you were going to say how awesome I am at sucking your dick or something.” Eddie pulls away with a dramatic gasp. “I mean, you are fan-fucking-tastic at that but I wanted to start off slow,” he laughs. You pull him closer as you place a kiss at the base of his neck. 

With a heavy breath, Eddie rests his head against the seat. “I really like the way you kiss me,” he murmurs. You smile as you place another soft kiss against his neck. “And-and I really like the way you touch my chest,” he whispers. You smirk as you place your hand underneath his shirt. Starting from his stomach, you drag your hand against his body and up towards his sternum. “Like that, baby?” you ask. Your eyes meet his. A smile builds across his face. “Oh yeah, maybe a little too much,” he says tauntingly as he leans towards you. 

With his hands exploring your lower back, Eddie pulls you closer to him. His lips press hard against yours. You push yourself further into his chest. Your fingernails begin to slightly dig into the skin of his collarbone. His tongue lightly flicks against your lips. With a slight opening, your tongues passionately crash against each other in a fit of fire. Your hand lowers down towards his waistband. You feel his breath shake as you slowly press your palm against his firm pant leg. 

You pull away as you give him your devilish and taunting eyes. With a bit of effort, you pull his fingers and hands off of your waist. Eddie continues to attempt to have some grasp on you as he bites his lip. You raise from his lap and land on your hands and knees. His eyes glued to your ass. Crawling through the bed of his van, you quickly push away the crumpled old D&D campaign papers, dirty shirts, and acoustic guitars. You attempt to find a flat service where Eddie can have his way with you.

Turning onto your back, you gaze at him with a smirk. You spread your legs ever so slightly to invite him in. Eddie feverishly nods as he follows your lead. He lands onto his hands and knees as he crawls over you. He places a soft hand upon your cheek as he rakes his eyes over your body. “God damn it,” he whispers with a smile. You grab hold on the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to you. You wrap your legs around his waist as your other hand rushes through his curled hair.

Eddie leans down as bites your bottom lip. With a bit of a pull, you follow his lead and land a kiss upon his mouth. You gasp against his touch as he traces his hand underneath your shirt. Your rib cage raises to his palm. Your body craves his. Any space between you two is too much. He smiles against your lips as he places a hand on your waist. He hooks a finger beneath the hip line. Your hips push against him as though they have a mind of their own.

You trace a finger to his chin, drawing Eddie’s lips back to yours. He tugs tighter against your waistline. His body completely pressed between your legs. With a curve to his back, he begins to unbutton your jeans. He rips back your pants with harsh jagged pulls. The feel of the denim leaves you with an unexpected sensation of pleasure.

As your jeans pool at your ankles, Eddie pulls your hands from his neck and lands them above your head. He rests his weight upon your wrists. You watch with parted lips as he looks down at your shirt. “You don’t need this,” he states. His hands promptly pull the bottom of your shirt overhead. He throws your top off to the side as he ogles over your naked breasts. “No bra today, baby?” he chuckles. You shake your head as he bites his lips. “Good girl,” he whispers.

Eddie abruptly raises from your chest. He unbuckles his jeans and slaps his belt against itself. With a smile, he pulls your wrists back together and creates a makeshift restraint with the belt and buckle. You find yourself curious as to where he learned that trick from. He places a finger to his lips to shush you. He lowers himself onto your bare chest. He places kisses atop of your mounds. His hands lightly brushing against your nipples. Shaky breaths escape from your lips as you watch his mouth wrap around your tit.

You press your head against the flooring of his van. Eddie moans against your sensitive bits. The vibrations leaving a pleasant sensation. You gasp as he places a tight bite upon your nipple. He smirks and looks up at you as you do. Your arms pushing against the belt. His breath steadily moves from your sternum to the base of your stomach. You look up to see his curls travel lower down your body. With a whimper, you rest your head back again.

“Oh, you’re wearing my favorite again,” Eddie whispers against your upper thigh. His eyes raise to look at you. A beautiful grin emerging from between your legs. His finger plucks the edge of your red panties. Shivers rush through your body. He slowly lands a kiss on your inner thigh. His other hand spreading your legs, keeping you from closing around him. He knows your body so well now.

Eddie pulls the side of your undies rather high. It snaps back with a tight pinch against your skin. You let out a soft gasp as you watch his face light up with pleasure. “I think I need these to come off, my love,” he says with a smirk. His eyes raise to you. “You don’t have to ask,” you reply with a whisper. You raise your hips towards him, begging him to slide them off of you.

“I don’t remember asking,” Eddie says as he grabs your hips. He quickly flips you onto your stomach. He raises your ass up towards his hips. You gasp at the quick movements, but slowly begin to grind against his jeans. “Oh, baby,” he says as he drags his hand against your ass’ cheeks. He quickly smacks his palm against one of your cheeks. Your body curves in response to the sudden pain. A gasp escapes your lips as your rest uncomfortably on your elbows.

You hear Eddie unbutton his jeans. Your entire body fills with heat. Your clit craves his undivided attention. He pulls his jeans down towards his ankles. He places kisses against your cheeks as he lowers his favorite undies down your thighs. You feel his cock press against your ass. You whimper at the anticipation. “I need to fill you up, baby,” he mumbles. “I need you to take all of me.” You immediately crumble upon hearing this. Eddie maintains his grip upon your hip and stomach, holding you up. His other hand guides his cock against your wet folds. “Fucking Christ,” he whimpers. “You’re so fucking wet for me baby. So fucking good,” he says as he places another swift smack against your cheek. You whimper as you lean back onto him.

Eddie’s breathing intensifies as he digs his cock deeper within your folds. He then slowly pushes himself in with a steady groan. You moan alongside him. His thick, girthy dick feels so fucking good against your walls. He is the perfect size. “So fucking tight baby,” he whines with a raise of his chin. You moan louder against your arms as you struggle to keep yourself up. He slowly pulls back to his tip and plunges himself back in. He bottoms out.

You swear you could cum just from Eddie’s sounds. But feeling him on top of that? You are desperate to feel the release. You struggle to keep your moans in. This position leaves you in such an unbelievable pleasurable sensation, better than before. Your voice cracks as you try to remain quiet, unable to press your hands against your mouth. Upon hearing this, you feel Eddie’s comforting hand being placed upon your lower back. “No, baby. I want to hear you. I need to hear you. Please,” he begs. “What if people hear,” you weakly whine as he continues to thrust slowly into you. “Let them,” he hisses as he bites onto your upper back. You immediately release a long moan as he continues to gradually drag his cock in and out of you. His moans pair with yours beautifully. They both flow together in tandem as he firmly thrusts his cock into you.

Eddie bottoms out again within you and grips harder against your hips. “You take my cock so well, baby,” he mumbles. “You like my cock deep inside of you?” he asks breathlessly. You whimper, “Yes, baby. Please. I want you deep inside of me.” He pulls himself back and bottoms out repeatedly. Your legs begin to shake. You are thankful he’s holding you up. His grip tightens around your hips as he pulls you back onto his dick. Your moans increase in volume. Your eyelids begin to flutter. It feels so good that you could pass out right then and there. 

With confidence, you begin to bounce yourself back onto Eddie’s cock. He loosens his grip onto your hips. He leans back and allows you to ride his dick. You move your hips side to side, up and down, desperate for him to inch deeper and deeper within you. He feels so fucking good. “Oh, just like that baby. Fuck yeah, ride my cock,” he mutters as he places a guiding hand at the base of your spine. Your body tenses at the sound of his pleasure. It wants more and more. 

“Fuck Eddie,” you involuntarily shout as you continue to bounce onto him. The sounds of your skin slapping against each other leaves you in a pool of desperation. The feel of his body full heartedly touching yours creates an aching pain between your legs. You press your forearms further and further against the leather of his belt. It leaves a slightly painful, yet pleasant sensation. 

You are sure the van is undeniably rocking at this point. Eddie groans louder and louder against you. You love to hear his moans evolve from soft to animalistic to down right whimpers. You are so close to cumming, and he is right behind you. Suddenly, he digs his hand against your scalp and grabs a bit of your hair. He pulls your head back as you release an overwhelming moan. The light points of pulling pressure just add onto your overfilling pot. 

“I want your cum inside me,” you request as Eddie thrusts deeper within you. He responds with a scoffed groan as he grips harder against your hair and hips. “Fuck baby, do you really think you can take all of it?” he asks with harsh movements of his hips. He lands another slap against your cheek and immediately grips hard against your waist. “I want your cum pouring out of me baby, please. Please, I want it. Please,” you yell as your voice cracks. You are so needy for his seed - to hear him cum. His breath begins to shake as he quickens his movements. His moans grow louder with each thrust. 

Eddie begins to hum as he drops his hand from your hair. He lands his hands onto your lower back, placing most of his weight on top of you. “I’m close baby. I’m so fucking close,” he mumbles. “I need your cum, Munson. Fill me up,” you demand. His hips rock harder and harder against your bare ass. His grip on your waist becomes unreliable. He begins to softly whimper, "Cum with me, y/n. Please, baby.” His words get less and less intelligible as the time passes.

Each heavy thrusts against your ass gets you closer and closer to giving Eddie everything. Both of your moans increase in speed and breathlessness. Your release overfilling. The tightness of your clit exploding. “Fuck, Eddie!” you weakly yell. You are unable to hold in your moans as you ride your high. Your walls close around his cock, pushing him over the edge. His hands tighten upon your hips as he pushes his dick deep within you. “Fuck,” he elongates the word as he cums deep within you. You feel his cock twitch as he unloads inside your pussy. 

You slowly fall forward as Eddie crashes against you. His moans short and sweat as his cum shoots deep within you. Landing on your arm, you both slide onto your sides. You tighten your thighs together as you continue to shake from your orgasm. Your forearms and arms pressed against your lower half. He places exhaustingly sweet kisses against your shoulder as he collapses onto his back. “Holy shit,” he exhales. He struggles to catch his breath. You lean back onto him. Your sweaty bodies perfectly fitting each other. “I think that was our best one yet,” you share breathlessly. You peer up at him with a weak smile. He laughs as he pulls you closer to him. “I was thinking the same thing,” he adds playfully. Your body relaxes as you feel his cum dripping down onto your cheeks.

“Baby, I swear you are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Eddie whispers in your ear. “I love you so much.” You turn to face him. Those sincere brown eyes glistening back at you. His face showing concern, always worries about what your reaction might be to something as important as this moment. You place your hand on his jaw as you pull him in for a soft kiss. “Eddie, I’m the lucky one here. I promise I will make you the most loved person on this planet,” you whisper against his lips. Your eyes darting back towards his. “I love you,” you say. With a slow growing smile, he leans into you for another incredible affectionate embrace.

With a bit of a break, you both catch your breaths and begin to sit up in the bed of Eddie’s van. Taunting here and there, he slowly releases your arm’s restraints and places his belt back into its loops. “So Mac and cheese, huh?” he raises his eyebrows as he raises his pant’s waistline. You turn over to him, laying your chest onto his. “Yeah, it’s really fucking good,” you say with a sexy voice and a smirk. He squeezes your body against him. “Shall we hit the grocery store on the way home?” he asks. You blush as you rake your eyes over his face. “Home, huh?” you question. Your finger pushing back a curl pasted to his face in sweat. He nods as he leans in for a passionate kiss. You bite your lip as he attempts to pull away. “Sounds like a plan,” you whisper against his mouth. With a satisfied grin, you pull your red panties up from your knees.

note: hi, did we like? i think i wrote this one for me c: i wish this was real *cries inside* i really wonder what wayne’s gonna think of reader, given their last interaction 👀 reblog reblog reblog? lmk your thoughts!

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note: hello there! first time writing based on a prompt. i'm kind of nervous, but excited about it! also first time writing a pairing that’s focused on steve. i hope i did him justice? we’re dropping into a post season 4 world with quite some differences. there are active battles in the upside down against vecna. enjoy!

"Fucking keys," you say with clear annoyance. Your trailer's keys continue to jingle against the lock. You place your body weight against the door and twist the key again. Your shoulder aches as you place pressure against it. The cuts across your outer bicep leave you hissing in pain. It still won't open. "Fucking shit," you yell as you kick the bottom corner of the door.

With a few more kicks and curses shot through the air, you hear a comforting voice behind you. A familiar smell of cigarette smoke hanging in the air. "Do you need help, little lady?" You turn around with a sigh of relief. You take a step away from the door and hold your keys onto your hand. Wayne Munson walks up your porch steps and takes the keys from your palm. "Thank you so much, Wayne," you say breathlessly. He smiles as he places the keys in the door's lock. With a quick twist and a pull of the handle, your door audibly bounces open. "Ugh, Jesus! I promise it was giving me shit just a second ago," you mutter. He laughs as he hands your keys back to you.

"I could hear you from across the park," Wayne laughs. You place your hand upon your forehead. As you pull away, you notice a smudge of ash and dirt plastered upon the side of your palm. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't wake you up," you mumble under your breath. You are possibly more exhausted than you ever have been in your life. "What the hell did y'all get into?" he mutters as he laughs and walks down your porch. "Ask your nephew," you tiredly laugh as you stand in your walkway. “He’s with Chrissy,” he yells back with a hand raised. Of course he is. "Thank you again, Wayne," you yell as he continues his nightly smoking walk. You watch the embers from his cigarette disappear in the darkness.

You release a shaky breath as you walk into your living room. You carelessly close the door behind you. Supporting yourself on the arm rest, you carefully lower your body onto the couch. You wince at the pain of your shoulders, stomach, and back. This latest battle messed you up bad. A demobat managed to wrap their tail around your throat. You thought for sure you would die in this week’s trek to the upside down. You are thankful that the gang was there with you. Robin managed to find a paddle and flattened the hell out of few bats. Nancy shot as many of those fuckers out of the sky. Jonathan walked around with a bowie knife, as Steve held his bat. Eddie carried his spear and shield right to his chest. Chrissy gripped hard onto the handle of her machete, as she stood near a case of molotovs. All of your eyes looking to the reddish thunderstorm rumbling in the sky.

You were so lucky that all of you got out. It didn’t matter how much pain you were in. Pain means your alive. Alive is better than dead, right? Somehow that makes sense, you guess. The gang won the battle, but you still have that war ahead of you. After each fight, the group always checks if anyone’s in dyer need of medical attention. If not, then the group separates to lick their wounds individually. This is mostly because the first thing you want to do after leaving the upside down is to take a damn shower.

You wince as you reach for your first aid kit on the bottom level of your coffee table. You have learned never to move it from that spot. Now, you find yourself using the medkit more often than you would like. Inside lays a tiny bottle of vodka. You always manage to replace that bottle each time. With a shake of your head, you quickly drink the small bottle. It leaves a disgusting, yet comforting, taste in your mouth. As you raise your arms above your head, you try your hardest to to yelp at the pain. You drag your shirt up along with you.

Looking at the deep scratches upon your outer arm, you notice the gray dirt mixed in. You can barely see your skin underneath. With a huff, you reluctantly pull yourself up from the couch and walk towards your bathroom. Completely avoiding the mirror, you rush towards the shower’s handles and blast the heat. You catch yourself lightheaded and grip onto the sink’s counter. “Fuck,” you breathe.

As the steam fills the room, you push yourself to stand and walk towards the shower curtain. You step inside carefully and let the water hit you. Standing absolutely still, you enjoy the warmth that slightly burns your skin. You hadn’t noticed that your body has begun rocking within the water. With a quick burst of energy, you grab your soap and begin to scrub your body. You watch as absolute blackness floods into the drain. You purposefully push your arm underneath the water and bite your lip. The water hurt so badly against the open wounds, but you know it needs to be cleaned. With a hiss, you scrub more of the soap onto your arm and clean it out thoroughly. You reach up to your neck and feel a thin lined bump wrapped around it. Clearing your throat, you make sure to wash the dirt from your neck as well. The rushing water over your body and through your hair reminds you that you are finally safe. You can let that guard down.

Turning off the water, you reach for your towel. Nothing is worse than being cold after a hot shower. Before you can wrap yourself, you catch a glimpse of your side in a clear part of the mirror. A purple black bruise lays across your ribs and down to your hip. You are surprised that one of your ribs is not broken and that you can still raise your arms, even if it shoots several tons of pain through your body. After wrapping the towel carefully around your body, you flip your hair into a towel wrap as well.

Suddenly, you hear a knock to the door. Your heart skips a beat. Your eyes widen as your brows push together. With a breath, you remember that there’s no way Vecna’s army would be able to get to you in your trailer. And if they did, would they really knock first? You find yourself annoyed that the sound scared you, annoyed at whoever chose to make the sound. You close the bathroom door behind you as you stomp your way towards the front door. You notice you didn’t close it all the way. You quickly swing the door open.

Steve stands there, still bloodied and dirty from the fight. A cut lays upon his cheek. His hair completely disheveled and full of dirt. You notice his split lip. His red car behind him with his headlights on. “Hey, y/n” he says as he walks into your trailer. He practically pushes you aside as he strides in. “Hello?” you say with a confused, yet amused, tone. He immediately sits on the couch. His hands on his lap. His eyebrows furrow together as he bites the other side of his cut lip. His body language pushes you into a bout of concern. Your mind races to worst case scenarios. Someone’s hurt. Someone got taken. Someone’s dead. If Steve’s here on your couch, it must be either Dustin, Eddie, Erica, Nancy, Robin, or Max. You can’t lose anyone else. You just can’t.

“Can you come sit with me?” Steve asks, breaking your train of thought. You look towards him in your living room, realizing that you had just been standing in your doorway lost in thought. You nod as you go to sit beside him. “Is everything okay?” you ask as you stare at the floor. Your body tightens in an attempt to prepare yourself for the news. He looks towards you confused, but immediately recognizes the worry in your eyes. “Yes, everyone is safe. Nothing’s changed since we were all together,” he says as he comfortingly places a hand on your knee. You release a huge breath, not realizing that you were holding one in this entire time. With a shake of your head, you return your focus on him. “How are you?” you genuinely ask with a reassuring smile to your face.

Steve scoffs as he turns back towards his hands. He intertwines his fingers together. He rubs them against each other in that anxious way he usually does. “Not too great. I can’t stop thinking about it,” he mumbles. You lean closer to him to hear his low toned whispers. You have always been there for him during his darkest hours, but this is level of despair and worry is something you have never encountered. “You almost died,” he says sternly. You watch him as a smile grows on your face. “How many times have you almost died, Harrington?” you joke. Humor is always your go-to friend when discussing traumatic events.

“I’m not fucking around, y/n,” Steve says in a serious, but somber, tone. His breath filled with uneasiness. It shook you to your core. Your smile immediately fades. This is something else. “That was the scariest thing to ever happen to me. I thought I was going to lose you,” he mutters under his breath as he places his head into his hands. “Steve,” you whisper, completely lost in your words. You naturally place your hand on his back and keep your eyes down as he does. You were terrified when that demobat wrapped its tail around your throat. How its strength almost pulled you from the ground. The tips of toes barely touching the ground you desperately wanted to cling to. That you could feel yourself losing against the fight. Eyes blurred, breath nonexistent. You heard screaming and whooshes of air pushed through your hair. You felt yourself give in...

And then you were back onto the ground. You heard the bat wail in pain behind you as you coughed and placed your hand around your throat. Robin hooked her arm around your waist and pulled you to the center of the circle. Your friends heroically put their backs to you as another wave of bats come in. You had no time to process your thoughts, your feelings. You didn’t even think of the few around you who saw you like that, who saw you give up.

“After everything, I couldn’t just go home - go back to that empty fucking place,” Steve says with disgust as he shakes his head. Your heart begins to race as you think of those moments. You try your best to remain in reality with him, but it is quite difficult. “I didn’t know where else to go. I just-” he breathes, “I just need to be here with you.” He turns towards you and mutters under his breath, “Protect you.” You watch as tears well in his eyes. Breaking eye contact, he leans back onto the couch and wipes them away. He did almost lose you, but you also didn't know you were his to lose.

Completely dumbfounded, you pull your eyes from him. Your mind desperately attempts to understand what is happening. Steve’s words are confusing to you. Since all this Vecna shit went down, you, Robin, and him got really close. You were an undeniable trio. All glued to the hip. Just like every person who loves beautiful men, of course you had a crush on him. In your wildest fantasies, would you imagine being “his.” His beautiful lopsided hair swooped across his hairline, but always just that one strand hanging in front of his eye. The way he looks at you like you are the only person in this world. The way he cares for others raises the bar so high for everyone around you. He was a fucking tootsie pop - delicious and sweet on the outside, but devilishly wonderful on the inside. Both tasting absolutely incredible. However, you always quickly dismissed those feelings. You knew that nothing would ever happened between you two so, in an effort to protect yourself, you made sure you only saw him as a friend. But this “friendship” is suddenly becoming rather ambiguous.

You abruptly turn towards him, pulling your towel wrap down and legs tight together. “I’m glad you’re here, Steve,” you say as you reach for his hand. Steve looks up towards you as he squeezes your hand and shoots you a brave smile. “I haven’t really been able to process it all yet. It was really scary,” you say with an involuntary sob at the end. You laugh in response as tears pool in your eyes. Your body’s response to extreme stress was always jokes and laughter. You quickly wipe them away, still in a state where feel the need to remain strong and emotionless. “I know you know what I’m talking about,” you say with a few uncomfortable chuckles. His gaze scans over you face. His hazel eyes observing each movement of your expression. His lips thin as he feels your sadness. He knows it like he knows his own. How did he have the power to make you feel like you were the only person on this earth?

“You are okay. You are safe now,” Steve says as he squeezes your hand once more. “I will not let anything happen to you.” Your nostrils flare as you attempt to hold in another burst of sobs. Your eyelids begin to flutter as water fills your vision. You had not noticed how terrified you were. Still terrified, even though you were physically safe in this dimension - in your own home. How did he know before you did? “Thank you,” you whisper. He shoots you his devilish smile and a wink, leaving you with an abundance of comfort.

Suddenly, Steve’s eyes dart towards your upper arm. “What the hell?” he says in a fit of worry. He carefully places his hand upon your shoulder and examines your cuts. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” you say. “I already cleaned it out. I was going to bandage it once my arm was dry.” His jaw clenches as he looks at you with suspicion. “Sure you were,” he mutters. You dramatically gasp as you softly bump your shoulder against his. He laughs with a shake to his head. “Y/n, I mean this in the nicest way possible,” he says with a gentle grip to your wrist. “You’re shit when it comes to first aid. I’ll take care of this.” He has a point, but you sure as shit won’t be admitting to that.

With a deep sigh, you stand up from the couch. Gently, you break his hold of your hand. With a pat of your thighs, you let out an awkward laugh. “First, that was rude. Second, I’m going to go get changed,” you smile. “Did you want to take a quick shower?” you offer. Steve immediately looks down to himself, realizing the smut and grime is still plastered to his face and body. “A shower would be nice,” he nods with an expression of disgust. You smile and gesture for him to follow you. “There should be a towel already set up for you. I don’t think I used all the hot water, but apologies in advance,” you share with a smirk. He smiles as he reaches your bathroom door. “I have some of my brother’s old clothes that I can set aside for you,” you add. He responds, “That would be great.” You nod and watch as he closes the door.

Steve has been to your trailer many a time, but this feels different. There were even a few times where you got together to watch slasher flicks and Robin bailed. You two were always engaged in some sort of debate, as though the both of you were designed to instinctually challenge each other. It was just the two of you, perfectly platonic. Has something changed? You walk towards your bedroom and pull back your dresser’s top shelf. You often wore your brother’s oversized shirt to bed, but you also stole his matching loose basketball shorts. You easily find the shorts, but are in desperate need to find the shirt. Panic begins to hit you. You desperately try to keep yourself calm as you search through the shelf. With deep breaths, you keep yourself from throwing your clothes around your room or on your bed. That shirt is the only shirt that will fit him. “Fuck!” you whisper yell aloud.

With a clearing of your throat, you walk back towards the hallway. You place a gentle knock against the door. Steve slightly opens the door. From what you can see, his shirt is already off. The grime and soot stuck to his chest makes him all the more sexy. You try to immediately shoo those thoughts away. As you close your gaping mouth, you meet his eyes and smile. “I couldn’t find a shirt, but I have some shorts that might fit you. I’m sorry,” you say with regret. He smiles and reaches for the clothes. “Thank you, y/n,” he replies. Underneath the lights of the bathroom, you notice how deep the cut on his cheek is. You instinctually push your way through the door and gently place your hand upon his chin to examine the wound. “I’ll go ahead and take care of those cuts when you’re out,” you say, completely focused on his cheek. He lets out a sharp hiss and an expression of worry. “Um,” he hesitantly jokes. You place a soft smack to his arm, leaving you both with a wince of pain. “Shut up,” you say as you shoot him a smile. You quickly walk out of the bathroom, placing all your effort into keeping your eyes from wandering down his body.

Walking back into your room, you close the door behind you and crash against its wooden frame. What the fuck, you think. Where are these thoughts coming from? You quickly throw your towel to the side. You can’t help but smile when you hear the shower turn on. Your head is continues to fill with confusing thoughts. Thoughts of the water rushing onto his bare chest. Thoughts of his... Unraveling the towel on your head, your damp locks fall upon your shoulders. You reach to grab one of your pairs of panties and pause in thought. Lace or normal, you think to yourself. “Fuck!” you whisper shout again. The best thing about being friends, just friends, with Steve was that you didn’t have to overthink all these little, stupid decisions. Out of spite for yourself, you grab your pink granny panties. Maybe that will keep your mind out of the gutter.

Bending down, you body shoots intense pain signals to your brain. You audibly groan as you reach for your pajama shorts. Directing your eye line to your old tank top, you grumble at the thought of lifting the light cloth over your head. With a sharp breath, you push through the pain and place the top overhead. You pull it down with a deep wince. For someone who loves to be independent, the healing period after a battle fucking sucks. You desperately want to put your hair into a bun, but you will not be enduring more pain willingly.

You walk down the hallway again. As you pass, you hear the quick screech of the shower turning off. You quicken your pace as you rush to the couch. Sitting down, you click on your TV and smile at the sight of an old episode of Happy Days being aired. “Hey y/n,” Steve shouts from the bathroom. “Yeah?” you shout back, putting your feet up onto your coffee table. “Do I hear the Fonz?” he yells. You laugh and reply in a sing-songy voice, “Maybe.” You try not to look down the hall as you hear the bathroom door open. He walks towards the living room and leans against the doorway. “I love this show,” he smiles. Your eyes betray you as the fall upon his glistening chest. The waistband of the shorts lay low. You note a v-shape at the base of his hips. His wet hair is slicked back, with that one strand falling in front of his face again. You bite your lip and avert your eyes as you desperately try not to see him as the beautiful, shirtless man.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks with amusement. You immediately lock eyes with him and pop on a fake smile. “Yeah, of course! Why do you ask?” you try to play it off. His brow raises as he joins you on the couch. He opens your first aid and grabs hold of the bandages. He carefully places his fingers onto your arm as he examines the cuts again. Pain fills his face as he winces every time you shudder from his touch. His eyebrows push together as he focuses onto you arm. “You’re lucky these are pretty close to the surface. I’m not too good at stitching,” he says as he begins to unravel the bundle of bandages. You watch him with eyes of wonder. He gently lifts your arm to wrap the cloth around your bicep. Catching yourself, you shake your head and look towards your hands. “Did I hurt you?” he asks. Your eyes meet his again. “No, no!” you start. “Uh-just thank you for wrapping this up.” He smiles as he continues to tighten the bandages.

Steve pulls back with a smile as he admires his work. Luckily for you, he was quite good at first aid. Pointing towards his cheek’s cut, you suggest, “I’m pretty good at stitching if you happen to need it.” He laughs louder than you have ever heard him before. It initially scares you as you slowly laugh alongside him. “Jesus Christ, no,” he shouts with a dramatic tone and a sharp breath. Your jaw drops as you look at him in betrayal. Your hand placed upon your neck, as if you were grabbing your imaginary pearls. “How dare you?” you say with a laugh. He smirks and retorts, “See this pretty face?” You roll your eyes. “Yeah, I see it,” you respond begrudgingly. “Yeah? It can’t get messed up. You stitching my cheek? I’d have one disgusting scar,” he chuckles.

You audibly humph as you turn your face from him. “Well, I think it would actually make you prettier,” you casually share. Steve’s brow raises as he thins his lips. He places his finger softly under your chin as he guides your face back towards him. “How so?” he asks with a doubtful tone. You adjust your sit so that you can face him on the couch. “It’d give you a bit of mystery,” you say as you push the strand of hair behind his ear. “It might make people think that there’s more to you than just a pretty face,” you smile. He clicks his tongue against his cheek as he grins. “Is that all you thought of me the first time we met?” he asks, landing his hand on your knee. “Oh hell yeah,” you laugh as you share the blatant truth. “I didn't think there was anything behind those beautiful hazel eyes.” He smirks, “Beautiful, huh?” You roll your eyes once more and shake your head. “Of course that’s all you heard,” you scoff.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” Steve asks as he slightly leans closer towards you. You smile as you bite your lip. “I think you’d be more beautiful with a scar on your cheek,” you whisper. He sucks his teeth as he stares deep into your eyes. It feels like you are floating. Your grip with reality quickly fading away. “I think you’re beautiful,” he whispers back. Your heart skips a beat. White hot pressure fills your chest as you struggle to exhale your breath. “I hope I don’t regret this,” you mumble as you maintain your eye contact.

Watching him for any indication that he is not interested, you slowly lean in towards Steve’s lips. His eyes shift towards your mouth. You gently press yours against his and lightly close your eyes. You feel a wince as your lips touch his. You whisper, “Oh no-” but he quickly pulls you in for another kiss. You feel him meet your exact pressure as he places his hand softly on your cheek. The kiss feels nostalgic, which is confusing seeing as you have never done this before. It feels like home, safety, care, comfort. Ignoring the pain, you wrap your arms around his neck as you lean heavier into the kiss.

Steve places his other hand to your waist as he guides you closer towards him. Your body completely takes the wheel and pushes you to gently straddle his thighs. You lean down towards him as you continue to place sweet kisses on his lips. Neither of you have stopped for a single gasp of air. Your entire body is screaming at you, telling you to enjoy this moment - to get out of your head. You feel a slight brush of his tongue against your lips. Without thinking, you press yours against him in a passionate embrace. You bring him closer to you as your arms tighten around his neck. All those aches and pains dissipate in the moment.

You place your hand against his bare chest. The soft hair meeting your finger tips. You kiss those beautiful beauty marks down his cheek, jaw, and neck. Steve breathes heavily into your ear as he kisses your cheek. You crash yourself against his lips once more as you tangle your hands within his hair. His hands gripping tightly upon your shorts. Your hips begin to involuntarily rock as your excitement leans you deeper and deeper into his embrace.

With a loud “Ayyyy!” pushed through the tv’s speakers, you part your lips from his and turn towards the sound. Damn your short attention span! With a giggle, you return back to Steve with a smile. He licks his lips as his eyes rake over you. His chin rises as he aches for your touch. Once his eyes meet yours, he whispers, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” A smirk spreads across the side of your face as you get even more comfortable in your straddle. “Let’s not wait any longer,” you say as you bend down for round of pleasure.

note: i wonder what he’s gonna think about her granny panties c: don’t forget to reblog if you enjooooyyyyy!