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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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note: god damn. lmk if you want more with your reblogs and comments. i think i might need more honestly 😨 

note: oh my gerd. yes. 1 million times yes. let’s annoy the fuck out of eddie until he fucks us. let’s go! first request ever so i hope i interpreted your thoughts right or i wrote okay 👌🏼 my anxiety poppin off today!

Eddie has always driven you to school. He enjoys seeing your sweet face fresh and early in the morning. He loves the cinnamon smell that follows you as you carry your hot chocolate. He loves how passionate you are. How you make him feel like he is the only person in the universe. How your body fits perfectly against his. How he never thought of soulmates before he met you. He loves that you were each other’s firsts and that you will be each other’s last. He loves how much of a freak you are. How you both share the same love for music. How you look in just his Hellfire shirt the morning after. How open minded you are and willing to talk about the craziest of things. He loves how your eyes scan over his body. How he will never have to doubt how you feel about him. How you happily will be missus Munson before you know it. He loves you with every fiber of his being, through all your goods and all your bads. He will love you forever.

One of the things he loves about you is the way you somehow always forget things. He likes to be your knight and shining armor, finding a solution to all your simple problems. Most days, he enjoys being the person in your life to remind you of the mundane things. Like, “Don’t you need your backpack?” or “Did you bring your lunch?” But today? No. Today, he fucking hated being that person. 

Today began with an ask for a pencil. You needed a number 2 pencil for your English exam. Eddie happily shared his. However, he also remembered how many times he reminded you about bringing in a pencil for the exam.

Before lunch, you asked to borrow his jacket between classes. He didn’t mind sharing his jacket. He loves seeing you in it. You wear it so well. He did mind the part where he reminded you to bring a jacket and you said you wouldn’t be cold and not to worry. He did mind that it was winter in Hawkins, Indiana and all he had underneath was his hellfire shirt.

During lunch, you managed to return the pencil - snapped in half. He had no clue how that could have happened and he had no intention of finding out. Any reason given would just piss him off more.

Despite your absolute natural ability to annoy him, Eddie would drop everything to be there for you. To be that knight. Your protector. Your lover. And sometimes, even your master. Your forgetfulness is just a fault he is more than willing to accept and love if that means he has forever with you.

All members of the Hellfire club meet after school on Fridays. You rest in one of the auditorium chairs as you watch Eddie’s latest campaign develop in front of your eyes. You always enjoyed how the Hellfire boys would react to Eddie’s crazy plot lines. As the entire group settles at the table, Eddie converses with his sheep and discusses the next steps of the night’s DND session.

All of a sudden, he calls on you. “Y/n, can you bring up the handbook?” he asks as he gestures for you to join them on stage. You immediately sink into your seat, realizing you left Eddie’s DND player handbook on your bed after trying to learn more about the different character classes.

With the hesitance of your movement, Eddie tightens his lips once again and slams his palms against the table. You shudder at the loud sound, knowing that whatever follows will not be good. Now, Eddie is an incredibly gentle, loving man. But he most definitely has his own way of punishing you, and fuck are you going to get it.

“We’re ending early today,” Eddie struggles to say calmly. The entire Hellfire club watches with wide eyes. They slowly begin to pack their things and leave the auditorium, careful not to do anything to further piss their dungeon master off. You gulp as you watch him pace back and forth on the stage. “Eddie?” you whisper. He gestures for you to be quiet as he continues to ponder how he can express exactly how much you’ve tested his patience today.

Several minutes go by but they feel like forever. You keep your head down, only flicking your eyes up every so often to try and interpret Eddie’s facial expressions. “Y/n, come on up here, please,” he instructs with a monotone. You take a deep breath before standing and accepting your fate.

As you reach the stage, Eddie pulls out his 20-sided die. He rolls it across the table towards you with a quick flick of his wrist. “What does it say?” he asks without making eye contact. You reach for it, holding it up to read the number. “Seven?” you respond, confused. “You’re lucky,” he mumbles under his breath.

Eddie nods very slowly as he places his hand to his chin. Although it feels like he is deciding your fate, you cannot help but to smile at the sight of him. His curly brown hair, gliding over his shoulders. His hellfire shirt, rolled up to his elbows. “Come here,” he demands as he points to his end of the table. You walk over solemnly, unsure of what is to come.

“Pull down your pants,” Eddie says as he places some distance between you two. You shoot him a wide eyed expression, gesturing for him to look at your surroundings. “We’re in the auditorium,” you mutter. “Pull down your pants,” he repeats. You roll your eyes as you unbutton your jeans and slide them down to your ankles. With one of your legs, you reluctantly flick your pants over towards him. Knowing full well if he repeats himself for a third time that he will make you pay for it three times over.

Eddie slowly walks up to you. His hands quickly grasp onto your ass cheeks. He grips on so tightly that the muscle pours from his ringed fingers. A gasp escapes your lips as you watch him lean firmly against your body. “You have tried my patience too many times today, my darling,” he mumbles. His hand slowly raising up your stomach, between your breasts, and lightly onto your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you pout as you watch him with those doe eyes he loves so much. “It’s too late for that,” he hisses through his teeth. With a quick movement, he picks you up and places you atop the table. His other hand provides firm pressure onto your neck. He holds you down, pressed firmly against the table. You peer back at him, a devilish smirk paired with those innocent chocolate eyes.

“Stay,” Eddie demands. When he gets like this, you know it’s your place to just button up and stay quiet. You are no longer a being. You do not get a say. You are his play thing, and for him to enjoy in any way he pleases. Exactly where and who you want to be in this moment. He shimmies your panties down to your knees. You rest, exposed for him. Vulnerable to him.

Eddie abruptly grabs your dangling legs and props your ankles onto the table. Your legs wide for him, just for him. You rest your head against the table, looking up to the dimmed stage lights. All your senses focus simply on touch. Where will he start? Where will he touch you? What will he do to you?

Without saying a word, Eddie bites into your inner thigh. Another gasp escapes your lips as you instinctually raise to grip his soft curls. Your legs clench together, which Eddie must not have liked. He harshly places his cold hands against your inner thighs and pushes down until you are spread wide open for him again.

“Do not do that again,” Eddie instructs sternly against your inner thigh. You feel his breath as he speaks lowly against your sensitive skin. It leaves you shaking, feeling completely overstimulated with the smallest touch. You nod, as you firmly place your head against the table. He trails his tongue up your thigh, leaving shivers and electricity throughout your body. “I didn’t hear you,” he mumbles. With a gulp, you respond, “Yes, master.”

Eddie slowly brings his tongue to the delicate space where your leg meets your groin. He places a light kiss before indulging in another monstrous bite. The pain of his teeth digging across your skin leaves you heaving for breath, but it also makes your entire body hot and excited for more. The air intensifying the pain of the bite once he’s left behind that reddened, bruised spot. Your nipples harden as he sloppily licks closer to your lips.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he mumbles as he drags his tongue across your folds. You desperately try not to clench your legs as the sensation almost pulls you over the edge. You whimper as he laps his tongue lightly against your clit. “Hmm, you taste so good,” he moans against you. The vibrations of his low toned words feel incredible on your most sensitive bits.

Another wince lets out as his finger makes its appearance. Your waist jolts at the unexpected feeling, but you quickly try to keep yourself planted to the cold wooden table. Eddie smirks as he rubs a thumb against your thigh. “Good girl,” he murmurs before diving back into you.

With each tensed lick, you find yourself struggling to hold on. Struggling to keep your legs down, your hips, your head. You want to see Eddie. To see those beautiful eyes peer over you as he laps up your wet pussy. But this isn’t about you. This about him, taking whatever he wants from you. You are still trying to understand where your punishment will come into play.

Your body tenses as Eddie circles his tongue around your hole. “You going to cum for me, dirty girl?” he asks as he grips tightly against your thighs. He feverishly pulls you closer onto his mouth with a huge gesture of his muscles. “Yes, m-master,” you say as you whimper from his touch. He gradually dips his tongue within you. You suck in as much breath as you possibly can. So close you can barely stand it. But how can you communicate? When you’re only allotted the words “Yes, master” without consequence.

Eddie dives himself deep within you. His hardened tongue dragging in and out of you. His thumb softly flicking your bean as he extends deeper within. “I can feel how close you are, baby,” he mumbles against your folds. “You want to cum, don’t you?” he mutters as he lathers his two fingers with your slick. He slowly pushes himself within you. He curls the tips of his fingers to brush against those familiar bumps. “You’re so tight for me, baby. I can feel you tightening around my fingers,” he mumbles as he breathes in heavily.

Eddie’s eyes close as he shifts his focus towards the feeling of his fingers. Your eyes close as you hone into that frivolous pit in your stomach. The way your toes desperately want to curl. How your thighs want to collapse around him, squeezing him against you forever. How you have to split your attention in two by remaining still and enjoying this oncoming mind numbing orgasm. With just one more thrust of his fingers within you, you whimper, “Please can I cum, master?”

“No.”

Your eyes quickly shoot open. Your body so close to the edge, yet told you cannot jump into the pleasure below. Almost leaving you without a choice, Eddie quickly shifts his speed by slowing his thrusts. Slowing his rubbing of your clit. Almost as though he was starting all over again. His lips gently kiss upon your thigh. “That’s one,” he mumbles against your skin.

“No, fucking way,” you loudly express. Finally, you understand where his punishment begins. You are swiftly met with a light slap of your inner thigh. You gasp once again to the burning sensation on your leg, met with the hotness of the air meeting your new love mark.

Eddie places a sweet kiss upon the top of your knee as he leans between your legs. He rests on his hands beside your waist. His hips tight against yours. A sweet feeling of his denim against your groin. “Six more to go,” he whispers. That beautiful smile returns to his face. He gnaws on your knee, finally showing some kind of empathy for your pained pussy. As your clit throbs and your body aches, you slowly lift your head to make eye contact with Eddie Munson. With a huff, you lightly rest your head back and widen your thighs once more.

“Did I really annoy you that bad today?” you ask.

“Yes,” Eddie answers.

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“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Eddie yells in front of the cafeteria. You quickly turn your head to the sudden noise. The rest of the Hellfire boys begin to laugh and shush their king. You roll your eyes. You’ll never understand how someone could be so confident as to willingly draw all eyes toward them. Eddie was always an ambiguous creature. He struck curiosity within you. However, your anxiety would never let you explore a relationship with Eddie that didn’t consist of buying weed. One part of you wants to better understand his confidence, his ability to be loud and be heard amongst all people. The other feels a sense of envy. 

You keep your eyes on Eddie as he laughs and makes another dramatic gesture. You scan his body. You always enjoyed his style. He wore things you could only dream of wearing. You always enjoyed the way his shirt raised and exposed the skin of his stomach. Pro tip: any movement of his shirt and you’ll spot a new tattoo. You love how he’s let his hair grow out. The brown, frizzy curls you idolized running your fingers through. Before you know it, you’re finally able to take in his face. His jaw line was something to die for. You hope his lips are as plump and soft as you have imagined. You make it to his eyes and realize that they’re looking right back at you. Before you could look away in extreme embarrassment, Eddie smiles. Another sight to see. He mouthes to you, “I’ll see you at 1:00p,” with a nod towards the back of the school.

You skip English class to get some goodies. It’s definitely a better use of your time. Life proves difficult when anxiety isn’t a welcomed discussion in your home. Next thing you know, your psychiatrist and pharmacist are now a third-time senior at your high school. The walk through the football field and forest remains familiar. You have completed this trek at least once weekly for the past 5 months, starting right after your 18th birthday.

Of course, Eddie had found a deserted area to conduct his business on campus. You have never once seen another soul on your way to him. You recognize the tightness in your chest as you walk towards the clearing in the trees. You try to take steady breaths, but they are impossible. You lay your eyes on Eddie playing with a strand of his hair. He looks perfect doing absolutely nothing as he sits on the picnic table. 

“Hey Eddie. How are you?” you say with a small smile and hesitation in your voice. You join by awkwardly sitting next to him on the table. Eddie turns to look at you, a smile forming across his face. “Hey, y/n! Yeah, I’m alright. How about you?” he says with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. You laugh with a closed, tight smile. “I’m good, uh. Do you think I can get like a gram this week?” you say quietly and quickly. The question taking longer to leave your lips that you would have hoped. Eyes strictly to the floor as you spoke.

Eddie smiles and grabs a bag from his back pocket. While maintaining eye contact, he stands up. He bows towards you and extends his arm with the gram at the tip of his fingers. “Your wish is my command,” Eddie whispers. You smile and grab the baggie out of his hand. You place your twenty on his open palm.

At this point, you usually made a mad dash back to the field with a clear wave and yell of “Thank you!” in your exit. Before you have the opportunity to stand up, his hand slowly closes around your wrist. The comfort of his hand left you frozen in place. Not a bone in your body was intending to move. Your eyes surprisingly seeking his own, but he maintains his gaze on your hands.

“Y/n, I’m curious about you,” Eddie says while rubbing his thumb on the inside of your wrist. “We see each other almost every day, but I don’t think we’ve ever actually talked.” You look into his dark chocolate eyes, his eyebrows furrowing in genuine confusion. He slowly releases his gentle hold on you and beings to walk away. Your body aching for his touch, as if the distance was physically painful. “Also, I have no idea what to think when I catch you staring at me all the time,” Eddie looks back with a smirk.

You sigh, fully prepared to accept the unbelievably awkward consequences of this experience. “I’m not going to deny it. It’s pretty confusing for me too,” you say, quickly darting your eyes to the trees behind him. Eddie places his hand to his chin, his other hand wrapped around his torso. “See? I didn’t expect that answer from you,” he says with a smile. “Well, there’s no use in lying,” you say, placing your gram into your front pocket. As your eyes finally meet his, you could tell he was deep in thought. You recognize his eyes are observing different parts of your face and neck. You keep quiet as to not disrupt his thought process. “Y/n,” Eddie says as he takes a step towards you. “I’d like to know you more.”

You breathe heavily, unsure of what that might mean to him. You stand up and lean back onto the table, now feeling unsure of the situation. This was new territory for you. “What do you want to know, Eddie?” you ask softly. Eddie takes his jean vest off and neatly places it onto the table. With another step, he is finally close enough for you to grab him – if only you were capable of doing something like that. “I’m positive I’d like to know more,” he said. You nervously laugh aloud, partly due to that unbelievable statement and, also, the fact that that was the cheesiest line. “Oh really?” you chuckle. Eddie takes another step, finally closer than you would have ever hoped.

“I think I’d like to know what would happen if I just leaned down and kissed you,” Eddie says with a slight bend to his neck, peering down at you. Your cheeks immediately redden. Before you have the chance to overanalyze your next words, Eddie’s lips are on yours. His warm, gentle hands upon your cheeks. Shock runs through your body. The signals almost painful as they reach the tips of your limbs.

Then something shifted within you. You felt a burst of adrenaline rush through your chest. Suddenly, you are leaning into his kiss. You slowly trace your tongue along Eddie’s lips. His lips begin to part ever so slightly. Your arms circle his neck, pulling him closer. He lowers his hands down from your cheeks, tracing the tips of his fingers down your torso, and finally onto your waist. You feel a gush of strength pull your waist forward, closer to Eddie’s belt line.

You feel his hands travel underneath your shirt, exploring your lower back. The hands you expected to be cold, now confirmed to be as smooth and tender as you dreamed. As you continue to pull him closer, you feel his hands reaching towards your ass. You take small, rapid breaths between each embrace. Eddie’s tongue meeting yours with an increasing force. He grabs the back of your upper thighs, picking you up. You adjust your arms around his neck to better support yourself. He promptly drops you back down on the table, onto his vest. You let out a gasp.

You have imagined this moment, accepting that it would never be true. Eddie holds your waist so tight it almost hurts. You wrap your legs around him, bringing him closer. Finally, Eddie leans over you with his hands on your waist. His breath heavy against your lips. You can feel a bulge rub against your thigh. You moan, finally leaning away from your thoughts and into your instinct and needs. You begin to rock your hips back and forth against his waist. 

Eddie begins to take sharp breaths, looking down at your hips and back at your eyes. There is a sudden hesitation in his touch now. “I’m sorry,” he said. “This doesn’t really happen,” he stumbled over his words, pushing a piece of his hair back from your face. You finally feel comfortable enough to give him a true smile. “You have nothing to apologize for,” you say while grabbing the back of his hair and pulling him into a deeper kiss.

Eddie begins to dig his hips into your own. You are so wet. You can’t stop thinking about the fact that he had to know. He moves his kisses from your lips, falling to your chin, and finally onto your neck. You moan into his ear, moving your hands from his hair to his upper back.

Eddie finally found his hands under your shirt again. He slowly crawls his hand to your nipple. You gasp as he places it between his two fingers and gives an abrupt squeeze. Your hands begin to lower to his hips, determined to feel him. You distinctly feel how hard his cock is. It was so evident through his jeans. You begin to rub the base of your palm against him, wanting nothing more than to touch him skin to skin. Eddie leans closer to you. You could feel his pick necklace hitting your upper chest with each grinding thrust.

“Eddie,” you say with an exasperated breath. “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep going. I won’t be able to stop.” He pulls his mouth to your ears, kissing closer to your cheek. “Do you want to stop, beautiful?” You laugh half-heartedly, “Fuck no.” You slowly lean up, using your arms as support and guiding Eddie with you. You drop from the table, keeping your eyes on him. You turn around, leaning your back onto his chest. Your chin held high, exposing your neck. You hold his hands back. His body feeling perfect against your skin. His hair brushing alongside your shoulders. Eddie releases a sharp breath that blows the hair past your face.

Both of you breathing heavily as you begin to unbutton your jeans and grind your ass further onto him. You slowly lean forward, creating distance between you both. You lean onto the table, almost resting fully on top of it. You slowly pull your jeans down, shimmying the waistband side to side. You reveal your panties. What an unexpected introduction to this part of yourself. You slowly move your hands back to the table, allowing Eddie to do the rest if he so chooses. 

Eddie begins to tug on your jeans. He struggles between slowly bring them down and forcefully ripping them off. With grace, he pulls your jeans down in a swift motion. Euphoria rushes through you. You feel his hand on your lower back. Eddie pauses, almost to take in the sight of you bent over for him. “Fuck, y/n,” he says in shaky, quiet tone. He takes in a quick shot of air. 

Suddenly, Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you up. He spins you around faster than you thought possible. He drops you onto the table and slowly got on his knees with eyes fixated on yours. You take shuttered breaths as he slowly lowers your panties and frees them from one of your legs.

Eddie takes one good look at you and inhales a shuttered breath. He licks lips and twists the rings on his fingers. His eyes strictly on his hands. You find comfort in his nervousness. He slowly places his thumb onto your clit, softly beginning a circular motion. You breathe heavily, never having someone explore your clit before. His breathing became heavier the more he felt you. He squeezes your naked thigh. “You’re so damn wet, baby,” Eddie says in an almost disbelief. 

With more circles, you catch yourself leaning further back onto the table. Your bare ass laying on his jacket. It’s rough, slightly uncomfortable texture providing an additional sensation to the experience. As you laid back onto your elbows with eyes closed, completely vulnerable, Eddie adjusts his hand and begins to circle your entrance with one of his fingers. With every new movement, he watches your expression to ensure that you are enjoying yourself and he did not go past what you’re comfortable with. 

You continue to let out low moans. Your thighs continue to close, wrapping around him. Eddie whispers, “God damnit, you’re so tight.” You let out a whimper and try your best to keep your thighs down so you could feel everything. Eddie begins to kiss your inner thighs. It becomes harder and harder to stay quiet - as if anyone would be walking around in these woods anyway.

Eddie notices the shift in your body language: the movement in your hips, the way your hands brush through your hair. “I want you,” he says with a squeeze of your upper thighs. “Please,” escapes his lips. You whine as your clit aches for his tongue. “Eddie,” you whisper as you gently push his head down.

Eddie’s kisses get closer to your pussy. You’re dying under the pressure from your clit. You need him. You need all of him. His hands grip your thighs and pull you closer to him. His lips finally clasp around your clit. You let out a moan, increasing your volume. His tongue lightly flicks your bean. You continue to be impressed by how gentle he really is, as though you initially perceived him to be rough. Two fingers begin to circle your opening now, slowly pressing in. Your hands now tangled in and tugging on your hair. You need him. You desperately need him inside of you.

Eddie quickens the flicks of his tongue, while pushing his fingers deeper. You slam your thighs together as his fingers curl within you. You feel a sensation you’ve never felt before. A sensation you couldn’t possible achieve on your own. Eddie begins to suck on your clit, driving you mad. Your hand now deep within his brown locks. Fingers gripping his curls at the root. Eddie slowly thrusts his fingers within you, all while sucking your clit and maintaining a consistent rhythm. You feel a tightness in your stomach. You feel your toes begin to curl...

“Oh, Eddie. Please don’t stop,” your grip on his hair tightens. Eddie feverishly sucks and lightly nibbles on your clit. His fingers pressing in and out with quick motions. His other fingers circling your nipple. Your breathing begins to quicken. Your body begins to tremble and becomes overwhelmed with any new affections. Eddie thrusts deeper into you, harder now, continuing to curl inside of you. His breathing heavies as he increases his speed. He watches with adoring eyes and a gaping mouth his fingers disappear within you.

“Eddie, I-I,” you’re unable to complete your thought, so overwhelmed with a rush of pleasure. “Cum baby, I want it. In my mouth. Please,” Eddie says with a smile. His eyes fixated on you, determined to see your face as you cum for him. He quickly returns to his rhythm, leaving you weak. The quick thrusts of his fingers and tongue lapping of your clit leave you with a strong rush of release. You quickly clasp your hand around your mouth, never allowing yourself to be too loud. Although, a moan loud enough for you both to enjoy escapes from your lips. Your other hand deep within his beautiful hair. Your thighs tight against his ears, leaving him little to no air.

Eddie moans alongside you, enjoying your muscles tighten around his fingers. His unoccupied hand pulling one of your thighs closer to him. His body stiff against your body. Without hesitation, Eddie begins to lick away all of your release, taking his time. He slowly pulls away from your throbbing pussy. He begins to kiss your thighs again. You find yourself thankful as you are so close to being overstimulated. Never wanting his touch to become painful. As your back flattens against the table, you feel Eddie’s hand traveling up your stomach; still wet from you.

“Y/n?” Eddie said in an almost whisper as he began to stand up. You look down towards his face with such exhaustion, as if you had just woken from a nap. It was enough to make him chuckle. You could see your release glistening from his shaven chin. You shoot up and kiss his chin, leading your kisses towards his beautiful thick lips. “Eddie,” you pull away while shaking your head, “that was-” “Amazing?” he interrupts with a nervous laughter. You quickly nod, releasing a quick breath. Eddie smiles. He pushes back a strand of your hair before landing his hand perfectly onto your cheek. “Are you going to be okay for the rest of the day?” Eddie says. You giggle. “I may need a new pair of panties, but I think I’ll manage.” Eddie laughs alongside you. “I think I know what you mean. I can feel all this pre-cum.”

You smile and place your hand onto his chest. “Well let’s at least make it worth it,” you say softly. Your other hand reaches down to the tops of his thighs, feeling a rock-hard cock pressing tightly against his jeans. That oughta hurt, you think. A smile comes across your face as you revel in how girthy his cock feels. You let out a breath, desperately wanting his cock in your mouth.

As you trace your fingers to his belt buckle, Eddie stops your wandering hands. You look at him with clear confusion on your face. Eddie takes a good look at your expression and laughs to himself, such a devious laugh. He slowly shakes his head “no,” with a smirk on his face. He leans in for the softest kiss you have ever experienced before, while helping you put your panties back on. He then reaches down for your pants. Reluctantly, you follow Eddie’s lead as he supports your balance when you put your jeans back on, one leg at a time. With a furrow to your brow, Eddie smiles to himself again.

“Don’t worry, I’ll see you again next week.”  

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"After a few hits, everyone's fair game," Eddie says with a smirk. His playful and daunting eyes look over to you. You smirk as your brow raises. Robin laughs with an elbow to Steve‘s side. "Looks like you might have a chance after all," she mutters under laugh. Steve rolls his eyes as tightens his already crossed arms. "It's Munson. Everyone has a shot - high or not," he chuckles. Nancy giggles, hiding behind her tight smile.

"I'd like to say I'm a bit hard to get," Eddie adds as he sucks in another hit of his joint. The red cherry at its end burning heavily. He smiles, passing over the stick. The smoke shooting out from one side of his mouth. You lean back onto the couch while resting your feet atop the Munson coffee table. "You'd like to say that," you mutter under your breath.

Eddie and you have been going back and forth tonight. A diss here, a diss there. An uncalled for joke here, a joke there. It was finally teetering on the point where his snarks were no longer funny. Each comment left you heart in a pool of red hot rage. This boy has been testing your limits, and he's been enjoying it. Laughing the entire way here. He enjoys making you squirm any way he can. All because he knows - he can never make you squirm the way he desperately wants to.

Your closest friend, and yet all he can think about is whether you sleep in the nude or in tiny pink undies. Yet here he is, pissing you the absolute fuck off. As if that "be mean to your crush" strategy actually works. You watch him from across the room. You are seething as you cross your arms and sink into the couch.

Steve watches you from the side of his eye. He is always incredibly astute whenever you are wreathing in rage. "Why don't you take another hit?" he whispers as he inches the bong towards you. You shoot him a smile and a nod as you lean up from the cushion. He gently drops the lighter in your palm. With a flick of your thumb, the beautiful green turns that familiar orange. The smoke growing within the chamber. You pull the stem and it all floods your mouth. Throat burning in response, but feeling oh too good.

Blowing out the smoke with a rather nasty cough, you lean back and hope Mary J works quicker rather than later. You would hate to lose your shit in front of your nearest and dearest. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie have begun to discuss how ABBA and Bowie compare to Metallica and Dio. Eddie's face reddens by the second as he becomes more and more heated. "Robin, please stop saying 'Dancing Queen' is just as good as 'For Whom the Bell Tolls.' I'm literally going to have to kick you out of my house," he mutters. His eyes closed as his hand raises tensely in the air.

"Oh, common. They're both iconic. What are you talking about?" Robin says as she bumps into Nancy's shoulder. Nancy bites her lip as a smile grows upon her face. She enjoys watching the chaos develop in front of her. Eddie's eyes almost pop out of his skull. His mouth hanging open as he inches his chin towards the two girls. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asks as he seethes in harsh air. "Hey now, let's just call it a truce," Nancy gently suggests with a giggle. She is always trying to keep the peace, but sometimes it’s a bit hard - especially a few hits in.

"A truce? ABBA clearly wins seeing as Metallica fucking sucks," you lie with the intent to rile up Eddie. Your arms still crossed atop your chest as you peer up towards him. You are met with all four of your friends horrified eyes. Eddie sinks back into his seat as he clenches his jaw. His eyes widen as his breathing heavies.

Nancy quickly looks at Steve, who responds with a nod. "Yeah, we're going to head out," she says as the two stand from their seats. Robin remains seated within the static air. She watches as you two exchange glances, excitedly waiting for the show to begin. Steve hooks his arm to hers, pulling her up from her theatre chair. "Let's go, Robin," he directs with annoyance. She huffs while being dragged away. As they walk out, Eddie and you can hear Robin whine, "But I want to see what happens!"

"That was too far," Eddie says through his teeth. His eyes never leaving yours. You roll your eyes, sinking deeper into his couch. "If only I cared," you mutter under your breath. He scoffs as he sucks his tongue to his teeth. "God, you fucking drive me nuts, y/l/n," he shouts as he erratically swings his arms through the air. "It's the least I can do after the shit you've been pulling all night," you respond.

Eddie turns back towards you with a twinged look. His eye squinting in confusion. "The shit I’m pulling? What shit?" he asks with a chuckle. In your five years of friendship, you have gotten into exactly three fights with Eddie Munson. This was going to be number four. "You've been a dick to me all night," you yell as you stand from the couch. The rage flooding through you, making you want to move. "No more than usual," Eddie says with a laugh. You quickly turn towards him in response to that laugh. Was he really laughing at you at a time like this? You were going to hit him where it hurts.

With a deep breath, you shake out your arms and stretch out your neck. You look over to Eddie, the confused boy with the arched brow. He watches you as you slowly walk over towards him. You place your hands onto his shoulders and you gently lower yourself onto his lap. His face completely full of awe as your hair brushes against his cheek bones. His mouth hanging open as his eyes desperately try to find yours. Of course, they continue to become lost along the way as they travel up your torso.

As his eyes finally land upon yours, you brush your hand through Eddie's curly locks. "You have been a dick to me all night," you repeat sternly. "You're going to get what you deserve." You quickly lift from his lap and walk over to the hallway. Your hands grip onto your shirt and pull it over your head before you even reach the doorway. With the lack of heard movement, you scoff, "Are you coming?" Quickly, you hear him struggle to move from his chair and follow you blindly down the hallway.

Walking into Eddie's bedroom, you quickly point towards the old rickety chair resting beside his dresser. "Sit," you say as you begin to unbutton your jeans. With his jaw still on the floor, he straddles the chair and crosses his arm over its back. The chair creaks with each of his movements. His eyes are glued to you as you pull your jeans down side to side over your thick thighs. The thighs he's been dreaming about since he first met you.

Kicking off your pants, you land back onto Eddie's mattress. You grab hold of his two pillows and place them at the arch of your back. You lean back onto them as you cross your legs. You note that he's practically drooling as you sit bra, panties, and all in front of him - on his bed. His eyes blink rapidly as they scan over your body. Once they meet your eyes, a smile grows upon his face.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this," Eddie whispers as he begins to stand from the chair. "No," you say sternly. Both of your bodies become frozen. "Sit down," you instruct. Slowly uncoupling your legs, you lean back onto your palms. "You don't move from that chair." His face deadpans as he slowly processes your words. A minute later and you find him slowly nodding. His chin rests heavily atop his forearms as he grips tightly onto the back of the chair.

"Good," you whisper. You slowly raise from Eddie's pillows to unhook your bra. You slide the straps down as you let the bra fall to the ground. You watch as Eddie bites into his arm, desperately trying to remain still for you. "What should I do?" you softly ask. He lightly gasps as he watches you in adoration. "Can I speak?" he asks quietly. "Don't make me repeat myself, Munson," you demand. He nods quickly and clears his throat.

"Take off your panties," Eddie whispers. You scoff as you roll your head back onto the pillows. Your arms cross over your torso. Your palms covering your tits. "Please, take off your panties," he quickly revises. You smirk as you slowly move your hands down your sides. Hooking your thumbs onto your waistline, you slowly pull your panties down. Eddie's eyes widen. His breathing intensifies as he is able to bear witness to something he thought he would only dream about. It makes you unbelievably wet - making you consider allowing him to raise from that chair.

"What now, daddy?" you ask with daring eyes. He bites deeper into his arm as he breathes through his teeth. You rest there, wide open for him. All while he is confined to that old wooden chair. "Please just use your fingers and-and tell me how wet you are," he asks with a whimper. You smile as your hand taps against the outside of your thigh. You slowly trail your fingers up your thigh and onto your clit. You feel that cool wetness to your touch. You feel that undeniable pleasure from the pressure against your bud.

Leaning your head back, you smile at the sensation. Your slick lathers your fingers. "Show me?" Eddie asks hesitantly. You smile as you raise from his bed. He raises his chin towards you. With a bite to your lip, you brush your two fingers against his mouth. His chocolate innocent eyes watch you as you push deeper past his lips. His tongue drags between your fingers. Eyes remain dead set upon you. "Hmm," you moan. "Tasty," he whispers with your fingers still in his mouth.

You slowly pull from him, dragging against his plump bottom lip. You rest back onto his sheets, as your fingertips circle softly against your clit. "Rub a little harder?" Eddie suggests. The words falling right from his mouth before he could even catch himself. You nod as you follow his instruction. Your breathing heavies as you feel the pleasure rush through your limbs. He undoubtably notices as you hear shifting within the old wooden chair. His grip tightening around his arm as he lets out low groans from deep within.

“God, I want to touch you,” Eddie whispers. He holds back anymore “wants” in fear that you might stop what you are doing. You moan as you watch him tremble in that seat. You can feel how much he wants to touch you, more than you’ve ever felt before. “Please go inside, baby. Just one finger at first,” he whimpers. You oblige. You hear him stifle back a moan as he watches your finger disappear. “In and out, baby. Yeah - just like that,” he instructs. His chin raising as goosebumps flood his skin.

“Nice and slow, baby. Fuck,” Eddie says as he begins to grind against the chair. You smile at the sight of him. He’s desperate for your touch, yet he remains obedient in his seat for you. Not daring to move a muscle. The slow movements feel heavenly. You also wish it could be his chilled ringed fingers brushing against your clit.

“Please a little faster, baby. For me,” Eddie whimpers as he adjusts his sit. His breathing intensifies as he rests uncomfortably in his jeans. The undeniable bulge in his pants leaving you salivating. His hands remain on the back of the chair. An unspoken rule set forth that he could not touch himself. He only could watch. Part of you both hating and loving this rule.

With a nod, you increase your movements. The light sensation moving in and out of you was a great way to start but you wanted more. You plunge your second finger in as your other hand rushes to your hair. Your nipples harden at the increased arousal. “Holy fuck,” Eddie gasps at the sight of you. Your beautiful body on display for him, both pleasurable and undeniably punishing.

“Please let me touch you, baby. Please let me come over there,” Eddie whimpers. You shake your head no as you movements quicken. Your palm drags down your face until it lands firmly against your breast. Your hips begin to rut and you almost lose your balance on the edge of his mattress.

Eddie watches you gob-struck. “Baby please! I’ll do anything. Please let me help you,” he begs. The creaking of the chair loudens as he shifts. The pain is almost unbearable, but so fucking worth it. In between ragged breaths, you ask, “How would you help me?” He immediately responds, “I’d crawl to you, baby. Hands and knees. I’d put my tongue on your pussy so fucking fast. I’d stick my tongue so deep inside you that you cum so fucking hard in my mouth. I’d swallow your cum, baby.”

You giggle at the sounds of his desperation. You can’t deny that his ideas would feel incredible right now. “What else?” you add breathlessly. Your other hand now lightly rubbing against your clit as your fingers curl within. Eddie watches you with sweat plastering his curls to his forehead. “I’d suck on your clit while my fingers fuck you so hard and so fast baby. I’d leave marks on your ass from pulling you onto my mouth,” he mumbles. You watch as he actually seems to salivate.

“What about that cock of yours?” you ask with a crack to your voice. Eddie’s detailed descriptions bring you closer and closer to euphoric bliss. He leans forward. His mouth almost inching closer and closer to your wide spread thighs. He might topple forward in the chair. “Oh god, baby. My cock would be yours. Only existing to make you cum. If you’d let me, I’d rub the tip of my cock on your clit until you were nice and wet,” he whispers breathlessly. His hand clawing deep onto his arm. “I’d thrust my cock so deep inside you, you’d see stars. I’d make you cum so hard on my cock and I wouldn’t cum until you let me, baby.”

Eddie begins to blubber. “Please baby, just use my cock. Please just use me to make yourself cum. I’ll be your own personal dildo, fuck - please,” he begs. You giggle at the sound of him as the pit in your stomach tightens. You rest your head back as you feel yourself flirting with the edge. Eddie recognizes it immediately. “Cum for me, baby. Cum on those pretty fingers for daddy. Show me what that tight pussy can do,” he murmurs as he watches your hips rut up. “Fuck, y/n. Cum for daddy. Let me see you cum, pretty girl.”

You moan and shake as your orgasm throws you through a loop. You hear Eddie slam his fist against his thigh as he uses all of his strength to remain seated in that chair. His entire body floods with pain as yours fills with pleasure. Exactly what you intended. “Thank you,” he mumbles under a whisper. As you ride out your high, your hips continue to grind against his mattress. Every inch of you wishes it was him, but god did your stubbornness outweigh your horniness.

With your final moans, you rest almost lifeless spread out in front of him. Your eyes slowly open to see a tearful Eddie. Moon-shaped marks rack his wrists, and perfectly compliment his tatted forearms. The tent pitched in his jeans remains abundantly firm and full. He is just as out of breath as you are. “Next time, just tell me I’m beautiful. Compliments go a long way,” you share. He smiles, a gorgeous smile that leaves your cheeks rosey. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers with all sincerity. You smirk with a nervous bite to your lip. “Get over here.”

• part two • i want it •

note: i apologize to anyone who read that last line like mortal combat. im sorry to rip you out of it haha a bit of a different kinky take on things, probs could’ve gone kinkier but we all gotta start somewhere. i hope it fits non the less. let me know what you think!

note: part four! thank you all so much for joining me on this journey! most importantly, i appreciate your patience with this part. i hope this was worth the wait! i am so thankful and grateful for all of you! please continue to follow along as i send out updates for some upcoming posties! i'm looking forward to what you think! 

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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note: why hello there! welcome to a new series! here’s some explanations of my thought processes for this first post. we are set in around 1983/4, when eddie was a wee lad with his own dm ♥️

It’s your first day at Hawkins High. Why your family decided to move out of Chicago and into some random ass town in Indiana, you’ll never know. Let alone that they moved the summer before your senior year. Well there goes all those happy senior memories you have with your friends before graduating and never speaking with them again.

You walk through the halls of your new found school. The first thing you notice is the entire student body wearing a collection of bland colors, as if no one’s wardrobe had been updated in the past five years. You stuck out like a sore thumb - not only as the new kid, but now as a highlighter standing amongst all the pale colors.

A sigh escapes you as you accept the daunting fact that this is going to be a shit year and an even shittier couple of weeks. You continue to walk through the halls, searching for your locker. As you walk, you catch the eyes of many strangers. You watch as they makes side comments to their peers. They were always just out of earshot. Suddenly, you bump into someone.

"Dude, watch it!” the blonde boy yells, pushing you away aggressively. You look towards him in disgust. He seemed a bit too young to be the asshole of the school, yet here he is - making a scene in front of everyone. His entire crew hyping him up as they hide behind his back. “It was obviously an accident. Calm the fuck down,” you say, rolling your eyes.

As you begin to walk away from the interaction, the boy grabs onto the back of your shirt. “What the hell are you wearing?” he spits out. “You look like a lit up clydesdale!” His band of idiots laugh alongside him. You stare back at him. “And what the fuck are you supposed to look like?” you say with a monotone. The laughing quickly stopped. 

The boy walks closer to you. You keep your stance tall and strong. You have dealt with pricks like him before. He gets closer to your face and grips onto the front of your shirt. You raise your chin and look down towards him. He says in a whisper, “Don’t ever fucking talk to me like that again, bitch. Watch your bitch ass.”

He loosens the grip on your shirt suddenly. You brush off the wrinkles he left behind. He walks off with his rag tag team of douches. You instinctually say under your breath, “Bite me.” And yet, this boy must have supersonic hearing because here he is throwing a punch. 

His fist slammed into your jaw. His movement was too unexpected that you weren’t prepared to defend yourself. Your body follows along with the inertia of the punch. Your tongue immediately runs over your teeth, insuring that they were all still intact. You raise your arms up to protect your head, just in case he tried to swing again when you were down.

Before you knew it, you heard a sarcastic, condescending tone appear within the hallway. A voice you have yet to hear. “What the fuck are you doing, Jason?” the stranger says. “Get the fuck out of here, Munson,” the boy retorts. He shifts his feet towards the stranger, as opposed to you. “Unless, you’d like one too?” The stranger gave off a laugh. “You’ve made your point. We get it - you’re cool, don’t mess with you, you’re rich, don’t touch me with your poor hands, blah blah blah,” the man says sarcastically. You slowly place some distance between the boy and yourself. Your arms begin to lower and your torso begins to raise. 

You watch as the boy, Jason you’ve learned, is face to face with this stranger, Munson. You assume to show off some kind of bullshit high school dominance. You look towards the stranger but couldn’t see much with how close together they are. You could only see brown curly locks, frizzed to the sky. You note that he was wearing a white shirt with black sleeves. There was a red icon in the middle that you could not discern. At least his taste in fashion is interesting.

“Back the fuck up, boy,” Munson demands sternly and slowly. You continue to watch, alongside everyone else in the hallway. Your mind is so focused on what is going on in front of you that you barely feel the pain emanating from your jaw. Jason grinds his teeth, but backs off. Surprising, you think to yourself.

The bell begins to ring an obnoxious, high-pitched sound that almost makes you cover your ears. Jason walks through Munson, hitting his shoulder as he passes. Munson takes the hit, falling a few steps back. All you care about is that you can finally are able to look at his face.

Munson’s eyes are something of your dreams. His deep brown irises, somehow both hardened and soft. They resemble chocolate and happiness. His pale skin looked beautiful against his thick, long, dark hair and pink lips. You notice his fingers are full of rings. The top of his forearm inked with bats. 

Those eyes you’ve been staring at suddenly peer back at you. You weren’t at all prepared to make eye contact. He starts to walk your way. “Hey, you okay?” he asks with sincerity. “Yeah, I’m fine.” As you speak aloud, a wave of pain shoots through your lower cheek. You wince, reaching your hand to your jaw. “You sure?” he laughs as he asks. You grin and nod your head, “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before. I’ll be okay.” 

Munson puts his hand to your shoulder, gripping onto it. It almost hurt, but his eyes are fixed down the hallway. “I’m glad to hear it. I’ll find you around at lunch.” His eyes return to yours. He looks you up and down in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. “That really is a lot of really bright colors, dude.” He pats your shoulder once more, shaking his head with a laugh, and walks away. 

You take a deep breath. What a way to start the day, you think to yourself. You move your jaw, making sure nothing is actually damaged. It’s definitely going to hurt like hell for a bit, but it’s something you know you can bear. If you even thought of leaving now, that asshole will think he actually did something here.

Fortunately, it appears this school isn’t all bad. You got to meet this incredibly, handsome boy. You were saved by him. Although truthfully know that if he didn’t show, that Jason kid would be knocked on the floor so hard he’d be crying for his mom. Still, it was nice to be “saved” for once.

You reach into your back pocket and pull out the crumpled school schedule that the front office gave you. “Okay, so English first,” you whisper to yourself. “Room 103.” You look towards the classrooms within the hallway. They’re all littered within the 100s. You start following the hall until you reach 103.

Opening the door, you are immediately faced with the teacher and all the students in their chosen desks. One desk in the front remains unoccupied. You turn your wrist to read your watch. You note that it was barely 8:05am. What the hell? No one’s ever fucking late here?

You awkwardly raise your hand to wave, “Hello.” The teacher looks your way and waves you in. Before you are able to take a seat, the teacher squeals in that upsetting, cheerful tone, “You need to introduce yourself first! What’s your name?” You stop as though you were a deer caught in headlights. You look back at her, half of your backpack laying on the desk. One of its’ handles still wrapped around your shoulder. 

“Um, my name is y/n, but people call me J.” You continue to settle into your desk, but slow down as the teacher walks towards you. She gets excited, asking, “Why do they call you J?” You can’t help the rolling of your eyes. “They just do.” The teacher clears her throat as she rifles up her excitement once again. “And ... where are you from?”

You thin your lips, expressing annoyance throughout your face. You hear snickering from the back row. “I am from Chicago,” you say emotionless. “And why did you move to Hawkins?” The teacher asks, making her voice as exciting as possible to grasp the attention of your fellow classmates. You deadpan, watching her attempts. “Because my family moved here,” you say. She smiles and claps her hands together. “Wonderful! Nice to meet you, J. My name is Miss Barry! Today, we are going to discuss ....” She continues to speak, but you are too busy disassociating and waiting for the moment when you can go home. 

You endured three different classes before you were able to get to your lunch break. You sat through two additional introductions to the class. One teacher had you stand up in front of the class as he sat down and watched. Hawkins High is proving to be more irritating than you could have possibly imagined.

You think back to that one girl in AP Chemistry. You were so thankful for her. She was way too busy being a “know-it-all,” answering all the questions, that the teacher didn’t have the time to randomly call on you.

After 5 minutes of searching once class had ended, you are at your locker. You open it, finally being able to unload all the books you had been tirelessly carrying. You close your locker and sling your backpack over your shoulder. You unintentionally let out a sigh as you find comfort in your backpack again. 

On your voyage to find the cafeteria, you notice someone wearing a white shirt and black sleeves in the hall. You then realize the younglings behind them were also wearing it. You make it a point to analyze the shirt’s icon this time. You see a red devil with yellow ears and large horns. There’s a sword on fire and some spiked thing floating about. You see dice, but they are in a shape that you do not recognize.

You read quietly, “Hellfire Club.” The font chosen seems close to the covers of the cassettes your dad likes to play for you and your sister. Your subconscious demands your body to follow this group. You nonchalantly overhear them discussing a “campaign” that a certain “Todd” created. They were going to start it sometime this week. You note that they seem extremely excited. 

You walk through a set of double doors into a bustling cafeteria. Your hearing is overwhelmed by the many conversations occurring. You take a look at all the tables and the kids sitting in them. You see the line for the food. It is pretty long for some disgusting food. You see the cafeteria lady slopping some meat substance onto kids’ burger buns. She has no emotion within her face whatsoever. You shutter, disgusted by the food.

You begin to imagine how long that meat substance has been out. You try to guess what kind of meat is in it by its looks but you had absolutely no clue. This made you even more disgusted. You are pulled from your train of thoughts when you hear a loud, obnoxious laugh from an entire table at the other end of the room. You recognize the white and black shirts, somehow now a beacon of light in this cruel world. You notice that they are all wearing the same shirt as though it was a uniform. No originality, you make note.

You see a sudden movement from the table. Munson creates exaggerated, huge gestures to tell you to walk his way. He had spotted your clueless ass. He sits in the middle of a table with two other boys at his side. You follow his lead with a loss of appetite. The laughing begins to increase in volume. As you approach, you see Munson stand up suddenly and slam the table three times. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” he yells. The group becomes silent. You watch with wide eyes, unsure of what the hell was going on. 

“Hey guys,” he says gently. “This is my friend...” He stops with his hand extended towards you. He slowly turns your way. He whispers to you, leaning closer into your space. “Aye, what’s your name?” You whisper back, “It’s y/n, but friends call me J.”

Munson clears his throat as he nods. “This is my friend, J! He’s going to be joining us. Welcome my new friend, boys!” The group abruptly began a cheer with laughter. The man at the head of the table providing you with a firm welcomed shake. You oblige, still completely confused. 

Munson sits back down. He leans into the ear of the boy next to him. He shifts closer to the end of the bench without complaint or hesitation. The group naturally begins their own individual conversations. Munson pats the newly unoccupied bench seat beside him. You slowly walk over and take the seat.

Pulling out your water bottle, you place your backpack in between your feet. He continues to observe you, in a way that your very aware of your own movements. “No food?” Munson says, with some crumbles tumbling out of his mouth. He attempts to catch what is dropped, but he is not fast enough. “No, I don’t know how I feel about the caf food,” you say unsurely.

Munson follows your eye line towards the cafeteria line and lady. “Ooo, yeah. That’s a good call. Sometimes Miss Margery over there can be a hit or miss. And you don’t want to deal with a miss on your first day,” he says with disgust. 

You nod, agreeing with him nervously. You take a sip of your water. Munson watches you as you do. “Hey, have some of my food. My uncle Wayne makes the best PB&J’s. He adds fluff to it.” He says, handing you the other half of his sandwich. “No, no, its okay. I don’t want to take your food,” you say, putting your hands up. “I appreciate the offer.”

Munson’s eyebrow raises in suspicion. Almost as though he was offended by you denying his offer. “Do you even know what ‘fluff’ is?” You smile, confused by the intensity of his question. “Not really, but that’s not why I won’t take your food,” you answer with a laugh. “Try it,” he says sternly. Your eyebrows furrow. You’re confused why this man is trying to make you eat his fluff. “Common, try it,” he says again, lifting the sandwich closer to your hands. 

“Okay, okay,” you say, holding the sandwich. His deadpanned face immediately switching to a huge smile as he claps his hands together to get rid of his crumbs. His smile almost makes this entire awkward interaction worth it. A smile so big that it resonates throughout his face. It is something you find yourself wanting to see for the rest of your life. 

“Why do you want me to have this fluff so bad?” you ask. Munson turns towards you. “Because no one denies the fluff,” he says without affect. You look at him, even more confused. You keep your eyes on him as you take a bite. His excited eyes just watching you.

The taste of jelly rushes your mouth. You taste the crunch from the peanut butter. Then, you taste some marshmallow? But somehow this marshmallow, peanut butter, and jelly comes together to make an unexpected delicious combination of taste. Your eyes grow wide. With your mouth still full, you mutter, “What the hell?” Munson laughs, getting more excited. “It’s good, huh?” You nod slowly, still expressing confusion with a hint of wonder. 

As you take your final bite, the man leading the table slams his hands down and stands up slowly. You jump at the sound. Why does this club like to slam their hands down so much? “Alright, boys. As you know, our next campaign starts on Friday. It’s called, drum roll please,” he says as he nods towards the two sitting closest to him. They immediately drum roll their hands against the table’s surface.  “‘The Ruins of the Demon’s Stronghold,’” he announces with a loud booming voice. All the boys at the table began to snicker and express excitement.

Munson is gripping onto his friend’s shoulders and shaking him wildly. You look around at everyone’s reaction, unsure of what they are talking about. Suddenly, you hear, “Munson, you are J’s guide. You are to help him in his first campaign.” You turn towards Munson. “Wait what?” Without responding, Munson stands and nods his head. “I will make sure he is ready, Todd.” He and Todd sit down slowly. 

Todd’s demeanor quickly changes. In a higher pitched tone, he says, “I’m so excited for you guys to hear the storyline! I think I really nailed it for my last year.” The boys sitting across from him responded and snickered in encouragement and excitement. You, again, turn towards Munson. “Can you explain what the hell is going on?” He smiles, “You just joined the Hellfire Club.”

You shake your head, “Woah, woah woah. What the hell is the Hellfire Club?” Munson grins, placing a hand on top of your thigh. You look down at his hand in shock and back at him. “It’s the best thing that has ever happened to you,” he says softly. He gives your thigh a squeeze, despite having his eyes completely fixed on you. His confidence is astounding. You feel a bit of white heat flood down to your stomach. 

And just like that, the bell rung its annoying alarm again. You immediately place your bottle back into your backpack. His hand now removed from your thigh. As you raise your eyes towards Munson, “I’ll meet you at the auditorium at 6. I should have your shirt by then,” he says with a smile as he steps out of the table bench. “What shirt?” you say, but Munson was already gone. You turn towards the others, but they are deep in conversation with each other or packing up their food. 

You stand up and place your arms through your backpack. You step away from the bench, digging into your back pocket for another look at your schedule. You read that math, AP history, and science will be your last classes of the day. Then you can finally go home ... just to come back and meet Munson.

You shake your head, completely confused as to what had just happened. How did you join a club without even knowing it? Do guys normally grab onto another dude’s thigh in Hawkin’s? And how do you get him to do that again? You shake your head and sigh as you make your way down the hall to your next class.

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mental health warnings: drugs, alcohol, toxic family dynamics, brief insinuations of suicidal ideation, derogatory use of the word "bitch"

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