#switch!eddie

Wrestling, tag, jumping up to touch ceilings, jamming himself in dumb places, climbing things, throwing shit– just shoving and smacking and being physically playful all the time. He’s covered in weird knicks and bruises constantly, because he interacts with the world and his friends so tactilely. 

Especially you, because you always play his games. You sling whatever shit he’s on right back at him, and he loves it. Two peas in a pod, duking it out happily.

Tonight wasn’t particularly different from any other night over the last year or so. He had come over to yours after his shift, where Steve and Robin were already hanging out. He’d walked in halfway through some terrible movie, reeking of the joint he smoked in his van moments prior. 

“Anyone wanna smoke?” He smiled with his whole face, not bothering with formal hellos as he pulled out another already rolled joint. General babblings of agreement had him lighting it quickly and passing it to Robin. With a new smokey warmth to the room as it circulated, he finally settled a little bit more, still not bothering to try and get hooked into the movie he’d missed so much of. 

So he talked through the rest of it.  

Throwing popcorn at the screen when the characters wouldn't turn around to see what you all could, treating it like his own personal Mystery Science Theater 3000. Although you feigned annoyance at first, shushing him and rolling your eyes, you were cracking up and riffing on the movie with him within minutes. Mocking and mimicking the lackluster line deliveries, pointing out the boom mic in shots. Reenacting the awful action sequences. All four of you giggling non-stop, but the two of you deeper in the shenanigans, as usual.

He started to smack your hand every time you reached into the popcorn bowl– like a game of Whack-A-Mole. 

You were cackling as a piece of popcorn threatened to come out of your nose, yet reached back into the bowl, assaulted with another flurry of slaps and grabbing. You smacked his hand back, hard, and he whipped his head at you with a fire in his eyes– like the opening gun shot of a race had been fired. He grabbed your wrist, and you grabbed his right back, and you were nearly instantly in a whirlwind of escalation. Steve nudged you off the couch subtly as you grappled, knowing where this was going. He didn’t feel like refereeing your daily wrestling match in his stoney state, the couch was way too comfy to be the mat tonight. 

“Hands off my fucking popcoooorn!!” he wailed, as he hooked his leg around yours and tumbled you both fully to the ground.

“It’s my– fucking– popcorn!” you grunted out as you leveled him next to you and locked his arm against your body. “You’re literally in my house!” you spat the sentence in the moment of reprieve you had from pinning him.

He wiggled and writhed, squirming right out from under you. “Slippery fucker…” you growled. The two of you rolled around like a tornado on the ground, knocking into the table, Steve and Robin occasionally yelling things you weren’t paying attention to. Though, you thought you caught a, “get his ass!” from Robin as you rolled over top again. 

Oh, you had gotten him this time. You had gotten him so good. 

You locked your other leg over him, successfully trapping him in the Full Nelson you were going for. You yelled in victory, squeezing him and laughing, your face nestling between his face and shoulder at this angle, a mocking “WOOO!” in the style of Ric Flair ringing in his ear. The entire back of his body pressed against your front. And he stopped squirming. Like… full body tense, not moving a muscle, stopped squirming. You weren’t even sure he was breathing anymore. You instantly let go of the pressure you had him with, all the silliness of the moment gone. It’s fun when you’re playing, but you feel like something went wrong.

“Whoa… dude, you okay?” you ask, working to untangle yourself from him. He comes back to in a funny moment, and starts fumbling and tripping and trying to untangle himself too. His frantic movements are making it so much worse though, and Steve and Robin start to question and gather too, uselessly trying to help unfurl the pretzel you two are in. You’re baffled as he’s kicking and thrashing, trying to scoot away while still half leg locked, anxious sounds falling out of his mouth now. 

Is he blushing? No, you’re sure you’re red in the face too from the match. 

But then you see it. 

He sees you see it.

Eddie’s got a boner.

The avalanche of words that comes tumbling out of him is barely coherent to begin with, and you couldn’t possibly fathom listening to a single word of it right now anyways. Robin is rambling back at him, their voices competing, and you’re sure she’s probably trying to help. 

You’re also pretty sure she has no idea what’s going on at all, because she might shut the fuck up if she had noticed. Or maybe she did notice and isn’t shutting the fuck up to try to divert some attention? Either way, you’re failing miserably to stop staring like you’re internally screaming at yourself to do. But your eyes are drawn like a moth to a porch light. You look back and forth between the tent he has pitched in his pants, and his completely feral and fearful face a couple of times. You open your mouth and close it again, not being able to push a single word out of your throat. He’s finally physically separated from you, gets out from under Robin’s momentarily immobilizing beratement of worry, and flees out of the room faster than you’ve seen him cross any frivolous finish line. 

You're literally slack jawed, still completely speechless. But you can feel your heart pounding, and the hotness of your now certainly blushing face. You’re not sure you’re breathing. Or you’re breathing way too heavily. You can’t tell. 

All you know is that it is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you in your life. 

You make the mistake of looking over at Steve and Robin, who are all eyebrows and wide eyes. 

“What happened?” “What did you do?” their voices collide in your head. “Is he hurt?” “Are you okay?” They’re rapid firing questions, and you start to try to answer them with the nothing that you know.

“I don’t know, I don’t know! I DON’T KNOW!!” your voice starts out soft, but is battling their volume quickly. “I really don’t know I just– we were just– and then I– and he just STOPPED and–” it’s your turn to ramble. Your hands are flailing, and you swat at Robin who’s standing over you. She grabs your hand and yanks you up, and neither of you are listening at all while the heated and chaotic discussion continues. 

You can’t get the image of his jeans, so tight and bulging in the crotch, out of your head. 

You blink at Robin, realizing neither one of you had spoken for a few seconds. You look at Steve, whose eyebrows are disappearing under the flop of his bangs. And you swear there’s a knowing twinkle in his eye now. He’s been conspicuously quiet for a minute. He glances towards the dark abyss of the unlit hallway Eddie had scuttled into, then back at you, finishing his silent diatribe with a bitchy head bob. After a moment of processing, you stride towards the hallway. Steve rolls his eyes and pulls Robin back down onto the couch with him. At least he’s a good whisperer, nothing but an occasional hushed murmur from him. A louder “What?!” gets loudly and disbelievingly whispered by Robin, but Steve shushes her and keeps gossiping in her ear. 

You step into the rectangle of light on the floor of the hallway, half obscured by the darkness now. “Eddie..?” you call uncertainly.

“Please fuck right off,” he pleads from down the hallway to your left. You immediately take a few more strides in that direction, and as your eyes begin to adjust, you can just barely make out his fluffy headed silhouette slumped against the wall. “Fuck, seriously… Please leave me alone,” he says again, but you can hear how half hearted it is. At least you hope that’s what you’re hearing as you close the distance. You lean against the wall across from him.

“Dude… I… Are you okay?” you awkwardly ask. But it’s earnest. The sigh he lets out would sound dramatic in so many other contexts. But it’s earnest, too.

“No! Fucking, I mean… yes? Shit, I…” you can hear the embarrassment oozing off his tongue while he struggles to find words. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in my fucking life,” he finally mutters. If the hall lights were on you know he still wouldn’t look you in the eye right now, and you can hear him nervously shifting around. You can picture the way he might be anxiously playing with his hair.

“Hey man, it’s really okay. Shit happens. You don’t have to be embarrassed, it’s just… me… ” you offer, and you mean it, but it kinda stings to say it. 

It’s just you… You, his permanent buddy system. You, the heel to his babyface in your wrestling matches. You, his flirting sparring ring. You, his never anything too serious. You, his touchy feely best friend. And you maybe start to get an inkling of why that stung to say out loud… 

You, who is starting to realize that you may already be helplessly head over heels. You, who’s feeling like a real dumbass right now.

He huffs out a laugh. “Just you…” he says with a sadness wrapped in a little zing of sarcasm, and you think maybe he can read your mind while you stare at his shape in the dark. You can see the glimmer of his eyes now that yours have fully adjusted to the lack of light. The TV turned back on in the other room is a dull background noise compared to the pounding of your heart that feels like it’s rattling your whole skeleton. 

The next moments of silence weigh on you both heavily while your minds race separately. It’s like horses running a race next to each other– fit with blinders that keep them in their own lane, galloping hooves showing no signs of slowing. 

“I just–” you start, but you hear his voice at the same time and you both stop. Another moment of silence ticks by.

“Christ on a stick…” he mutters, and pushes off the wall to stand. He inhales and exhales deeply, and you’re literally waiting with bated breath. “We both know what happened,” he finally says, clearly working to have his voice come out somewhat steady. “And I’d be perfectly happy to never talk about it again.” His voice cracks a little on the word happy, but he musters the rest of the sentence. 

“I… wouldn’t be…” you say in a low voice, and you’re not sure if you actually said that out loud or not.

Something almost like a ‘huh?’ comes out of him, and he splutters through a few more sounds. He waits for an elaboration, which you deem totally fair. Where the fuck are you going with this?

“It’s just…” you hesitate, but you’re already this deep into it. “That’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Welp. That’s out there now, I guess. 

Your ears are ringing, but you’re picturing his straining pants again and think you might be suffocating in the silence. 

A breathy sound comes from his side of the hall. Then another. A rhythmic low toned sound cuts through the ringing, and you realize he’s chuckling. He’s chuckling at you right now. You just admitted this horrifying thought to him, and he’s laughing at you?

A few moments of mortification later, you’re starting to crack and chuckle too.

“What?!” you demand, but his laughter only gets more boisterous. The sound of it relieves you more than you were prepared for. Your shoulders relax a little, and you two are giggling almost like usual together.

“You tell me that me popping a boner while we wrestle is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you, and you expect me not to laugh a little?” he teases you. 

“How are you turning this back on me?! You’re the one who popped a boner while being Full Nelson-ed, and I'm the one who’s being laughed at?!” You two slip back into your banter and bickering so easily, it’s one of the most natural things in the world. You hear what might be a laugh in the other room, and then a smack and more shushing, but neither of you pay it much mind. 

“It’s a little sad, honestly,” Eddie snickers.

“Sad?! What’s sad?”

“That something hotter than that has never happened to you.”

You gasp and scoff in offense that is half real and half exaggerated. “Like you’ve had it any better, loser” you quip.

“Oh, me and lefty have it better every night, thinking about you,” he coos. He seems almost entirely back to himself– the words are clearly a joke, but still a little more frantic and on edge than his usual theatrics. 

“A loser and a liar,” you laugh a little shrilly. Your heartbeat has not settled at all. Where the fuck is the line of joking and seriousness right now? You realize you’ve never wondered that– you, his never anything too serious. It’s only ever been a joke.

And he doesn’t respond– he just takes the one step closer that is still between you, grabs your face, and kisses you. That feels pretty certainly like not a joke. 

You absolutely scramble at the sudden unexplored contact exploding between you two. But for the first time since you stopped wrestling… Not a single fiber of your being hesitates. It feels like the missing puzzle piece. You wonder how you’ve spent so many nights with this boy not kissing him. His soft lips mashing into yours feels like the moment an orchestra tunes and reaches harmony. Clashing, sloppy, harmony.

He pulls away briefly, “not a loser…” he mumbles into your mouth and kisses you again, “and not a liar…” he kisses you one more time, and then presses his forehead to yours. You share heavy breaths for a few minutes. Giggling, and breathing hard, and smooching, and fumbling over each other.

“Maybe still a loser… But I like you that way.” He can hear the smile in your voice as you say it, and he smiles back, laughing some more.

Eddie Munson is a roughhouser… but he’s a surprisingly soft kisser. 

After a few seconds of letting him squirm, mostly to see the blush flowing to his cheeks, you give him your name and explain. 

“I'm new here, some girl told me you're the one to go to for weed. Eddie, right?” 

“Guilty as charged,” he replies, bowing at you. Rolling your eyes, you beckon him forward with one finger. His grin widens as he stands right in front of you, eyes darting to your lips and back up. 

“So, you got something for me?” 

Eddie plants his hands either side of you on the table, close enough to smell your perfume. It's heady, laden with spice and promise, not the sweet scent he expected. That just intrigues him even more.

Your heads spinning from him crowding your space. His eyes are otherworldly, deep brown, full of such depth and soul that it takes a moment for you to remember to breathe. 

“For you? Of course.” 

He winks, he fucking winks, sending a swarm of insects in a whirlwind in your stomach, then sits down at the bench, slamming a battered tin lunchbox down. He gestures at the seat in front but you swivel on the table to face him, legs crossed an inch or so away from his hand. 

“So, I'll do you a half ounce for… twenty. Cool?” 

He wags a baggy at you and you make a pass for it, but he holds it at arm's length. 

“Twenty?” 

Huffing dramatically, you lean far back to grab your bag from the opposite bench. Eddie holds an arm out, one thrown over his eyes. 

“Cover your, er, modesty sweetheart.”

You realise he means your skirt that had ridden high on your thighs, exposing a triangle of your panties. It was only for a moment, but he saw. He thinks it'll be ingrained on the inside of his eyelids, burned into the back of his brain forever. They're baby pink, yet another surprise. You seem to be full of them.

“Such a gentleman.” 

Plopping your bag in your lap, you rummage through it to find a note. Eddie's eyes widen yet again. Your little denim backpack is covered in patches; Megadeath, Anthrax, Saxon. Just when he thinks he's got you figured out, you throw another curveball at him. 

“Here, twenty.” 

He takes it and exchanges it for the bag in his hands. Squirrelling it away, you smile. 

“Thank you. Fancy a smoke?” 

“Sure, why not.” 

You move to get your newest purchase out again but he waves a hand. 

“This one's on me sweetheart. For the er, pleasure of your company.” 

“Well, aren't I lucky.” Smirking at him, revelling in the pink tinge on the apples of his cheeks, you watch whilst he rolls. 

“So, you're new? When did you start?” 

“Today. Moving in with my mom and my brother for a little while whilst my dad cools off.” 

“Oh yeah?” He smiles, licking the paper with a pointed precise tongue. 

“Yeah. I got suspended, he freaked. Mom wanted her little girl back, so here I am.” 

“Oh really? What did you do?” 

You bite your lip as he passes you the lit joint, and take a couple of hits. 

“What didn't I do?” 

He laughs loudly with you, eyes darting to your chest as it jiggles. Fuck, he's already down bad. 

You make some chit chat, surface level stuff, but it shows you just how easy he is to talk to. He's confident, bordering cocky, but it's belied by the way your flirtatious comments make him blush. 

The joint is long gone. Eddie stands up, getting ready to leave. You want him to stay, you need him to, just a little longer. It emboldens you, enough to make a move. 

“Eddie, what's your policy on kissing clients?” 

He's mid standing when your question gets through to his brain, entirely short circuiting it for a second. 

“Huh?” 

“I said,” you beckon, and Eddie's legs move on their own accord, “what's your policy on kissing clients?” 

He's grinning then, standing in front of you by the edge of the table. As you uncross your legs, his smile only widens, slotting his narrow hips between your thighs. You take one of his hands in yours, examining his rings, before you place it gently on your leg, silently giving him permission to touch you. 

Eddie feels dazed, half expecting someone to jump from the bushes with a camera, declaring this all some elaborate prank. The bare skin of your thigh is so soft, silky smooth. His fingers dance just underneath the hem of your skirt, testing the waters, but you let him. You let him. 

“My policy? It probably goes against the Holy drug dealers code.” He shakes his head sadly, but he's still smiling, and still not pulling away. 

“Drug dealer code? What like, don't get high on your own supply?” You respond cheekily, nodding at the butt of the joint stubbed out on the table. 

Your hands snake around his neck autonomously, looking up at him through your lashes. He moves infinitesimally closer, head bending a little. 

“Yeah, like that. But the thing is,” he says as he moves even closer, whispering, “it's more like… guidelines.” 

“Yeah?” 

It's all you can manage out, breathy and weak, practically quivering at his closeness. 

His nose rubs against the side of yours, mouths almost brushing, as he whispers again, even more quietly, the breath of it diffusing over your parted lips. 

“It's a good thing I like to break the rules.” 

Then his lips are crushed against yours, your strawberry lip balm surrendering itself, finding a new home on his full lips. Your tongue licks into his mouth thickly, laced with want. Eddie responds, exploring your mouth as the kiss turns dirtier by the second. Your chest is smashed against his, thighs gripping onto his hips. 

Eddie's head is reeling at the taste of you and the feel of your body desperately pressed against him. He winds his hand under your skirt to grab your perfect round ass, jamming you even closer. To his delight you moan in his mouth, lips sliding against his, slicked in spit. 

Your heart is thumping so loudly you can feel it in your throat. Or is it his? It doesn't matter, the kiss tearing any rational thoughts away. Snaking an arm around him to dig painted nails into his back, you roll your hips into him, an ache settling into your bones. 

The other of Eddie's rough hands travels audaciously to your chest, palming it over your clothes. You don't pull away, in fact your back is arching, searching for more. 

It's only then that he notices the time on his watch. 

Reluctantly, he pulls away, taking in the way your chest heaves, how your eyes are half lidded, as if you want to devour him whole. 

“Fuck, I'm sorry but I'm late, I really gotta go.” 

Huffing, you pout, and the plumpness of your bottom lip almost makes him say fuck it, screw Hellfire, but he knows he can't. 

“I really, really don't want to go, for the record. Last thing I want to do is walk back into school with a hard on right now.” 

You giggle breathlessly, risking a little look down. He's not lying. And he is packing. 

“Do you wanna come to mine later?” 

It's out of your mouth before you even think of the words, tongue working of its own accord. 

“Are you- for real?” 

You nod comically fast. He just shakes his head, stunned. 

“You know, I'm waiting for a Carrie moment or some shit.” 

“Eddie, I'm not gonna dump a bucket of pig's blood on you, I swear.” 

“Swear? On what?” 

“On, I dunno, on that code thing?” 

He laughs, hands rubbing up and down your sides as if he doesn't want to let you go. 

“You can't swear on that, we just broke it!” 

“Alright then, scouts honour?” 

“You were a girl scout?” 

“No.” 

He laughs again as you purse your lips, deep in thought. Suddenly, your eyes widen, and you hold your hand to your heart, the other forming the devil's horn sign. 

“I swear on Ozzy.” 

Fuck, Eddie thinks he must have made you in a lab. 

“Alright, alright, you best not be using his name in vain.” 

You rummage in your bag, grabbing a scrap of paper and scrawling an address on it. 

“Here. My er, my mom's out for the weekend and my dweeb brothers got some silly club thing then he's staying at a friend's, so…” 

Eddie's eyebrows raise and disappear into his hair. If this is just some fantasy and he's finally lost it, then he can deal with that. 

“Right, I will be there. I promise. Wild fuckin’ horses couldn't drag me away.” 

You scrunch the paper into his waiting hand, and he presses another kiss to your lips, before he's apologising again, having to run back to school before the guys send a search party. 

********************

He only gets a chance to look at your hastily written note when Hellfires finished, a hell of a lot quicker than his usual sessions. The guys are put out, complaining about only managing to go for a supply run and deal with some bandits, but for once he doesn't give a shit. 

In his van, he's reading and rereading your note. Maybe he's got it wrong, your messy handwriting is difficult to read after all. Or maybe he was right before and this is all some joke at his expense. 

Hope is what gets him there, that and the traces of strawberry lip balm that still linger on his lips. He pulls up to the house and knocks on the door. 

You answer, still in your clothes from earlier, though Eddie notices immediately that you've taken off your bra. It throws him for a moment, the shape of your nipples singing a melody directly to his dick, but he recovers. 

“You live… here?” He asks, completely surprised. 

“Yes?” The way he says it you almost question if you're the one in the wrong house. 

“And your last name is…?” 

“Henderson.”

“Fuck.” He laughs it out, biting his lip. 

“Is that a problem?” You're entirely thrown by his reaction, but gesture at him to come in, closing the door behind him. 

“Dustin’s your little brother.” He says it like a known fact.

“How do you know Dust for Brains? Wait-” 

You step backwards, both hands held to your mouth in shock. 

“You're Eddie?? The Eddie??” 

“The one and only, sweetheart.” 

“Shit, Dustin does not shut up about you. I thought, well I thought you'd be some nerdy, awkward loser.” 

“Well, I'm a lot of things.” 

Laughs erupt from you in an unstoppable volcano. 

“Dustins gonna kill me.” 

Eddie shakes his head. 

“No, Dustins gonna kill me. How come he's never mentioned you?” 

“He's not exactly my biggest fan. Plus, he probably wanted to avoid- this.” 

Eddie deflates a little, the hope of kissing you again dwindling by the second. 

“If you want me to go-” 

“Oh hell no,” you grab his hand, keeping him there with you, “this is hilarious, he's gonna freak. I can't wait. You wanna drink, or something to eat? Or we can just-” 

“Wait, you seriously don't care?” 

“Nope. You're too hot.” 

Eddie blushes, not used to girls being so brazen with him. Smiling, you tell him to take a seat and grab some beers from the fridge. He takes his jacket off and throws it on a chair. When you return, you're laughing yet again as you hand him his beer. 

“How the hell did I miss that?” You point. He follows your eyes, to the Hellfire t-shirt he's wearing. 

“Too busy staring at my pretty face?” He suggests, winking at you. 

Settling down next to him, you flick the TV on to some random b movie. Nonchalantly, you place a hand on his knee, stroking the little bare patch of skin as you look at the film playing. 

“Maybe I was too busy thinking about what's underneath it.” 

You say it offhand, a casual statement, but it's got Eddie nearly choking on his mouthful of beer. 

“Shit you are nothing like your brother, are you?” 

Turning to smirk at him, you respond, “I fucking well hope so.” 

Then Eddie's thoughts fly straight out the window when your hand lands on his chest, nails raking him through the fabric. Suddenly, the temperature of the room is stifling, or is it just the feel of your body against his? He reaches tentatively to cup your cheek, rubbing a calloused thumb on your chin, eyes boring into yours for confirmation. Breath hitches in your throat; you lean in closer, gaze flickering to his perfect mouth and back up. 

“Are you gonna kiss me or just stare at me, Eddie?” 

You smirk, but it's wiped from your face immediately by his mouth smashing into yours. It's so forceful you have to fight to keep upright, hand fisting into his shirt as some sort of anchor. 

As you pull away, his eyes widen, wondering if he did something wrong. He looks like a little puppy. 

“Easy Eddie, we've got all night.” 

All night? Eddie has decided that he must have got hit on the head today. Maybe he was jumped after all, and now he's in a coma, playing out some elaborate fantasy. 

He settles back into the cushions, swigging his beer and failing to focus on the movie playing, his leg restlessly bouncing. 

You look perfectly at ease, knees curled up on the seat. What he doesn't know is that your heart is pumping blood so fast that you're starting to feel a little dizzy from it, purposefully slowing your breath to keep your calm. 

Once your beer is finished you've decided that enough is enough. A part of you wanted to take this slow; he seemed like such a nice guy, as well as being into your kind of music, and hot as sin. Unfortunately, it seems your pussy has other ideas, already banging its own heartbeat like a dinner bell. 

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?” He tries to make it sound casual, but he's wound so tight it's almost a strangled noise. Nursing a semi since he saw you in the woods earlier, now it's straining against his jeans in a futile attempt to be near you. 

He looks so damn nervous, and it gives you the confidence you need to swing your leg over his and straddle him. Eager hands land immediately on your hips, thumbs pressing hard to keep you there. 

This time, you lean in. Your kiss is fire, tongue burning hot and heavy in his mouth. Eddie groans into the kiss, rolling desperation from his mouth to yours. He's breathing so hard it's whistling through his nose, clouding your cheek with condensation. 

It almost feels like a competition, both tongues duelling, determined to unravel the other. Lips swollen and blood filled, your mouth tries to keep up with his, spit gathering at the edges. You'd be self conscious about it if you weren't so damn turned on. 

Eddie's hands roam all over, grasping at your ass under your skirt, slipping inside the thin material of your panties at the back, until he runs a thumb just next to your underwear but this time dangerously close to your sex. You moan onto his tongue, your own hands winding into his hair, pulling harshly to spur him on. 

He can't concentrate on the hard tingle your fingers cause to run all over his scalp, not when slips his fingers past the cotton barrier and he runs them up and down your slippery slit. Mind entirely encased in a pink fog of lust, you realise your mumbling in his mouth. 

“Please, please, please-” 

The corners of his mouth turn up at the sound, thumb seeking out your clit to rub circles on and around it, your arousal causing it to slip and slide. You're dizzy, hot all over, pussy aching for something inside. 

Eddie's obsessed with the feel of you, the heat emanating from your cunt, but most of all with the sounds you make. They'd be pornographic, if they weren't so fucking real. Needy, hoarse moans, peppered with little gasps and whimpers that are making his cock twitch with each slip of his thumb. 

Gliding a finger inside, he watches as your head rolls back, a strangled groan falling from your kiss bitten lips. You're practically riding his hand, bouncing your tits so close to his face that he's in a trance. As if you can hear his prayers, you pull your shirt off, fighting with the tight material until you can shake it off your arm. 

He sees the glimpse of a tattoo, a snake wrapped around a dagger directly in your cleavage, which he momentarily thinks is really hot, but then he's gone. Your bare chest is a masterpiece, perfect tits jostling with each bounce of your thighs. He latches his mouth to a nipple, tonguing and sucking on it like he needs it to breathe. In fact he almost forgets to, pulling his mouth off to take a gasping breath and latch onto the other. 

He drags his mouth away when he feels you tightening impossibly hard around his fingers and leans back just in time to see the show. Your climax is violent, grinding into his fingers hard and rough until suddenly you're screaming his name, nails breaking the skin of his neck as you cling on for dear life. Your release engulfs your body in a flash of fire, singeing each nerve and causing you to convulse in his grip. Eddie can barely move, his fingers straining hard to work you through your orgasm, so much so that the tendons of his arm hurt, but he doesn't care. He keeps on curling them until you physically grab his arm to still him. 

His dripping fingers are released with a sucking sound as he grins at you smugly. Not for long though, not with your chest heaving like that and the way you're biting your lip. You yank at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and relishing in the exposed skin by lathing your tongue over his collar bone. 

“Nice tats.” You breathe onto his skin between sucks and nips. 

“Same to you,” he stumbles out in a gasp as a particular sharp bite to his neck shoots a lightning bolt of heat down his spine. 

“You haven't seen all of them,” you reply, nibbling at his earlobe. 

He's never wanted to hunt for tattoos more in his whole life. 

“Fuck, you are a dream.” 

His teeth bite down on your shoulder and you whimper, grinding down on his rock hard bulge. Enveloping his lips in another urgent kiss, and another, until you can break away long enough for one word. 

“Bedroom?” 

“Jesus fucking Christ yes.” 

He stands, still holding you, knocking a beer bottle to the floor. You cling to him with your legs as he walks backwards, sending a table lamp flying in the process. It's inconsequential; your head is fighting through a cloud of need, nothing can find its way through but touch and taste. 

In the hallway, he slams your back into the wall, pressing you hard against it as he writhes his tongue in your mouth again. A picture frame falls, you just about hear the tinkling of glass but it's not important. That's tomorrow's problem. 

Unhooking yourself from his clutches for a moment, you drag him by the front of his jeans and yank him into a doorway, gasping for breath, grasping at flesh. You practically punch the lightswitch to turn it on, the thought that you need to see him just about making it through the horny mist. Once inside he barely has a chance to take in his surroundings before you're falling to your knees and undoing his belt with impatient fingers. 

“Woah, baby, you don't need to-” 

“Shut the fuck up Eddie I wanna blow you.” 

Eddie rubs his hands over his face and then compulsively strokes his neck just to keep some composure. If he thinks about your words for a second longer he's sure he'll bust right in his pants. 

You work his fly and pull his jeans and boxers down swiftly, his turgid cock flying free and whacking his stomach, decorating it with a pearl of precum. It feels heavy in your hands as you rub him up and down, watching the soft skin move with each pass, like silk wrapped around a steel bar. 

Taking him into your mouth, you twirl your tongue around his head, licking up its salty sweetness, sucking lightly. Eddie groans, torn between covering his eyes and holding you in place, so he does a bit of both, until you start taking him deeper and deeper without gagging. 

His eyes snap open to see you staring straight at him, nose nestling in his coarse pubic hair, eyes wide and wet and innocent, mouth stretched full of him, and he feels his balls tighten. 

“Fuck stop stop, please.” 

He practically bends in half to get you off of his dick. Giving him a smug smile of your own, you delicately wipe the spit gathered at the corners of your mouth with a thumb. 

“You OK there champ?” 

“You are gonna kill me sweetheart.” 

He's heaving, trying to control his breath, eyes darting from your face, to your bare chest and back up. Standing up, you unzip your skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, leaving you in your tiny pink underwear with a very noticeable wet patch, and your thigh high socks. There's another tattoo hiding just out of sight, playing peekaboo over the top of your panties. 

Something about seeing you so innocent and yet so naughty flicks a switch in his brain. Before he can think he's pushing you backwards and you hit the mattress behind with a thud, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. 

Which is fucking perfect in Eddie's opinion because he needs to taste you right now otherwise he might die. 

You both fight to take your underwear off, but he covers your hand in his own when you start rolling your socks down. 

“No. Leave them on.” 

It's husky and dominant, a steely look behind those soft brown eyes you haven't seen yet. Well. Filing that away for reference. You lay there sweetly, propped up on your elbows to watch as his tongue squirms against you, making out with your cunt just as passionately as he kissed you. 

He takes your clit in his mouth and sucks and for a moment you can see God. 

“Holy fuck! Eddie!” He groans back, lost in the taste of your cunt. He wants to write a poem about it, a song, a fucking haiku, anything to immortalise the prettiest pussy with the sweetest flavour. 

“Eddie, get up here!” He's not listening, licking and sucking, almost getting as much pleasure as you are, but you need him inside you right now before you combust; you're sure of it. 

In the end you grab a chunk of his hair and pull him upward, sliding him over your trembling body, and you hold his face an inch from yours. 

“Eddie, I need you to fuck me, now.” 

His leaking tip is rubbing against your swollen clit; he takes it in his hand to line it up, when somewhere out of the pussy drunk haze he remembers something important. 

“Do you have protection?”

“I'm on the pill, is that-” 

It clearly is OK. It's possibly the best four words Eddie's ever heard. 

Your unfinished sentence morphs into a drawn out moan as Eddie pushes inside you, stretching you out until he's fully sheathed. As you whimper and whine at the feeling, Eddie stops, just for a moment, to hold your cheek and press a soft kiss to your lips. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” 

For some reason that takes you entirely by surprise, eyes wide and wet at his honesty. 

“Yeah? You're really handsome, Eddie.” 

The smile he shoots you is warm and genuine, lighting up that animate face of his with an inner glow. You roll your hips upward and take joy in the fact that he wasn't expecting it, eyebrows knitting in shock as a litany of swear words spill from his mouth. 

Your smirk is short lived when he hikes your leg around his waist and starts thrusting devastatingly deep, so deep it's like he's in your guts trying to root out the source of the burning desire at the pit of your stomach. 

“Holy- oh God, Eddie!” 

Moaning loudly, you press hot, cushy kisses to him between your stream of noises, forehead resting on his. Eddie's smiling, he can't help it. Just the joy of being with you like this, the feel of you losing it because of him, and the tightness of your pretty cunt have him in paradise. 

“Feels- feels so- oh fuck- so good, inside you, sweetheart. So fuckin’ tight, I-I can feel you shaking, you close?” 

Words escape you. All you can do is cling to his back and nod, nails clawing into him with shivering intensity. Eddie thrusts into you harder; all you can do is cling on for your life, arms and legs nearly suffocating him. The telltale tingle of your release is nearly burning your skin, prickling over each downy hair making it stand on end. 

The heat is immense, tension gripping your legs as you quake, and writhe, and whimper, until your climax flies out of you, shooting out of every pore and forcing tears from your eyes. Your vision turns bright white for a moment, until all the tension leaves your muscles and you flop back on the bed. 

Eddie doesn't understand how you keep on getting hotter, but it doesn't matter. You let him inside of you, raw, and his head is still reeling from that. Each little sound, each flex of your constricting walls is pushing him to ecstasy; in fact he's staving it off so he can enjoy you like this for a little while longer. 

Getting up on his knees, he pulls you toward him by your thighs, guiding you to roll your hips as he pumps into you. This angle is so much better; he can see all of your incredible body laid out before him, tits bouncing with each thrust. Your small hand finds his forearm, just holding it lightly, as you whine. 

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” 

It's high pitched, mumbled and nearly incoherent. He's not even sure you know you're doing it, but it's what pushes him over the edge. He feels the tightness in his balls as his length grows impossibly hard.

“Sweetheart, where-” He manages through gritted teeth. 

“Please cum in me.”

Eddie's four new favourite words. He grips hard to your thighs, hard enough to bruise, as he groans and swears his release out. You feel it deep inside, throbbing out of him, when he finally collapses forward. You hold onto each other, tongues rolling into each other's mouths, kissing and kissing and kissing. You kiss until it hurts, until your mouth is chapped and sore, until you need air, and water. 

“Fuck, Eddie, that was… sorry, if I er, came on a bit, strong?” 

Eddie just laughs, pressing his body as tightly against yours as he can. 

“Please don't ever apologise for wanting to fuck my brains out.” 

You laugh, kissing his cheek.

“When you put it like that, fair enough. Right, get off me, I need to clean up.” 

“I can take care of you-”

“Yeah, and I'm a grown woman who needs to piss, so please?” 

You roll your wrists, flinging your hands in desperate circles. He surrenders, pulling off you and rolling onto his back, more than happy to watch your naked form sway out of the room. 

Eddie does a little wiggle dance when you leave the room, punching the air with glee. He starts looking at your room, since he had no time to see it earlier. There's a tin on the bedside table that looks remarkably similar to what he has at home, and an honest to goodness lava lamp next to it. Unable to help himself, he flicks it on at the plug, waiting for it to warm up. 

“Sweetheart, you mind if I roll?” He calls out. 

“Sure, my shits on the side table, just light the incense on the dresser.” 

Eddie seeks his boxers out and puts them on for his modesty, though it seems you may be a little, lacking, in that department. Not that he's complaining, far from it. He's obsessed with your demeanour, your confidence. 

Once the incense is lit, he rolls a joint, fussing over it to make sure it's perfect for you. Just as he pulls the little twisted paper end off, you walk back in. 

You'd taken the time to go to the restroom, clean yourself up, and find his t-shirt that was abandoned in the TV room. The hellfire logo is tight across your chest, the shirt barely covering your sex where you stand. The smile you shoot to him is absolutely smothered in sin. 

“That's, fuck, you do not play fair, sweetheart.” 

Eyes wide, eyebrows round and innocent, your mouth falls into a perfect o. 

“I have no idea what you're talking about baby.” 

Eddie can't speak. If he does, he'll give everything away. How wonderful you are, how that tightrope of dirty and sweet that you walk with ease twists his insides up. How he never wants to go home. 

Instead, he passes the unlit smoke to you, and holds out his zippo like a sacrificial offering. You sit side saddle on the bed, knees together, barely covering your throbbing core, as you take the rolled joint gratefully and spark it. Once you've had a few tokes you pass it back. 

“So, this was…” He widely gestures his arm, like it can encompass everything he's felt over the last few hours. 

“You wanna leave, Eddie?” You ask. A genuine question, cocking your head to the side, as he takes a few pulls of the smoke and hands it back. 

“I thought, well, I thought you'd want me to go.” 

“Eddie, I said we had all night. If you're done with me then-” 

“Oh, oh fuck no, I thought you'd be done with me!” 

You giggle and climb into his lap as he grasps at the flesh of your ass desperately. 

“Then stay. Stay with me.” 

Your mouth presses kisses to his jaw as your hand winds itself into his boxers, seeking out his hardening length. Eddie hisses through his teeth. 

“Fuck, I'll stay, as long as you fuckin’ want, w-whatever you want, Holy shit!” 

Laughing, you puff on the smoke with one hand, and tease him relentlessly with the other. 

For the second, third, or maybe even fourth time today, he's thinking he's in way over his head, but he can't find it in him to care. 

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Eddie blinks hard, squishing his eyes shut, then opens them again. Nothing has changed. There's still an unfamiliar fabric hanging on the ceiling in front of him; some rainbow tie dye mural with a painted mariguana leaf in the middle of it that he's never seen before. When he turns his head, he sees a lava lamp, still on, running bubbles of fake lava up it too loose and fast, and then he remembers. 

Flicking the switch to stop the lamp's heat, he turns over to see you. You're snuggled into the crook of your own elbow, face perfectly at ease. Your pretty mouth has the hint of a pout to it, daring him to plant a kiss. 

He wants to do something for you. Anything. Right now, he'd throw a parade, organise a concert to sing to your cunt, hold a benefit to make you believe how hard he's fallen for the colour of your eyes, but maybe making you a coffee in bed will do. 

So he wiggles out of bed in his boxers, and puts his jeans on for good measure in case your mom decides this is a good moment to turn up, and starts busying himself with the kitchen appliances. There's an ancient coffee maker that shakes and sputters to life. Whilst that is going on, he takes a slug of milk out of the carton in the fridge. 

That is, until he sees Dustin from the side of his eye. 

Dustin looks very confused. His eyes trail from the messed up couch cushions, to the beer bottles on the floor, the out of place lamp, and the broken picture frame, and finally land on Eddie, still bemused and befuddled. 

“Eddie… did you… break into my house?” 

Dustin clearly doesn't believe his own conclusion as his eyes scout across the available options and still come up empty. 

“Sup, Dust Buster!” 

Dustin swivels to see you exit your new bedroom, still wearing Eddie's hellfire t-shirt and a pair of panties. You perch nonchalantly on the kitchen side as Eddie grins, making his way between your knees. 

“You've got to be fucking kidding me! Eddie!” 

“Henderson, honest, I didn't know until-” 

“Until you were in my fucking house???” 

“OK fair, but it was a bit… late then. Sorry dude.” 

‘Sorry? What about the code?” Come on, she's my sister! And you!” He says, pointing at you accusingly, “you were in school for one day. One! Then you sleep with the one guy I look up to!” 

“The codes, more like… guidelines. Don't shit your pants, you've still got Harrington, Jeez.” 

“Well, you shouldn't be such a- a scarlet woman! A hussy!” 

Uncaring, you shake your head back and away, laughing at the names. Eddie, however, is not having any of it. 

“Hey, Henderson, you better show your sister some respect.” 

“Yeah? Or what?” He dares, forgetting who he's talking to. 

“I might be fucking your sister, but I'm still your DM. You want your green adventurers running into Tiamat next session?” 

The way he curves his lips, the confident stance he's giving, it stirs tiny fires in your gut and dares unthought of kinks to come out and play. 

“Alright, alright, don't TPK us, I'm leaving, alright?” 

Dustin turns on his heel. Before he disappears entirely, you make out the start of him begging, ‘Lucas, do you copy, I have a Code Red! Repeat! Code Red!” 

“so, what now, Dungeon Master?” 

“Mmph,” Eddie sounds out, low in his throat, “ whatever you want, scarlet woman.” 

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A knock comes from the door to my office. 

“Come in,” I say, closing my laptop and turning around in my chair. 

Eddie comes in more apprehensively than usual. I haven’t called him into a formal meeting in my office since we started planning to take her. He knows something is wrong. He sits on the black couch and leans back, his arms draping over the back of the sofa which makes his black shirt ride up just enough to show the handle of his glock in his waistband, 

I know he sees my eyes roam over him and I don’t care. We are far beyond the point of politeness with one another. 

“I’m in trouble,” he states, his eyes squinted as he meets my own. 

I chuckle only because it’s true. 

“And you know why?” I ask. I can practically feel the blood pumping in my veins. He just needs to admit what they’ve been doing so I can stop fucking picturing it every time they’re near each other. 

Eddie avoids my gaze. “It’s casual,” he mumbles, scratching his chin. I can’t help the words that escape my mouth, “You fucking idiot.” I stand, trying to get some of the energy away from my fists to flow through the rest of my body. 

Eddie smirks up at me like the demon he is and it takes everything not to grab his stupid face and smack it. Then kiss it. 

“I’m an opportunist,” Eddie shrugs. 

“You’re going to get both you and her killed,” I say as flatly as I can. Eddie knows I look at him like… 

Family is too strange of a word when we’ve touched each other’s cocks. 

Partners. 

But not -

“You can blame it on you thinking you want to save us, but we both know you’re just jealous, Harrington.” 

God he’s so fucking smug. I move to stand directly in front of him and he meets me, standing chest to chest, except he looks down at me slightly. Fuck him for being slightly taller. 

His hand comes to my face and I immediately smack it away and grab his face instead.  He has to remember who’s in charge here. 

“I’ll kill her if I have to,” I say, thumbs pressing into his perfect face. His eyes light up at the challenge. 

“You wouldn’t,” He challenges me. 

“We both know that I can and I fucking will. I’ll make it look like an accident - so much so that you don’t even realize I did it until it’s too late,” I threaten. 

The threats aren’t necessarily empty, but they definitely aren’t ideal. I don’t want to kill the girl. But I want Eddie dead less than I want her alive. His breathing starts getting heavier at my threat. Our eyes dance as we look at one another - too much testosterone running through both of our veins that create a palpable tension. 

Eddie’s quick and grabs my throat, pinning me against the wall. I could fight back as his fingers dig under my jaw, his breath hot on my neck. I could fight, but I feel his hard cock pressing up against my fucking leg and we both know if I pin him down… I don’t have time to fuck him right now. 

“Don’t. Threaten. Her,” Eddie says into my throat, nipping at the skin there. 

I push him off of me and fix my shirt. I walk past him, hitting my shoulder against his as I go and sit back down at my desk, signaling the end of this conversation. 

“Don’t catch feelings for her. Don’t put yourself in unnecessary situations. Don’t be an idiot - and we’ll be fine,” I say. I turn my back to him and open my laptop back up. I can feel him staring at me. I can feel those stupid fucking eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I can practically feel his hands on me. 

And he knows it. He knows he has just as much power over me as I do over him, I just don’t indulge like he does. 

I hear the floorboard creak as he comes up behind me. 

“We both know I can fuck without feelings, pretty boy,” he whispers in my ear. Before I can respond he lands a kiss on my cheek and saunters out of the room. 

My face is hot. 

I knew he’d make this harder than it has to be.

You

This has become a bad habit and you know it, but you can’t help it. The adrenaline that rushes through you after completing a mission, seeing Eddie get violent, then being in close proximity as you go back to the house -  it always ends with him inside of you. 

Other than that first time when he held you to sleep, he’s never stayed again. He’ll cuddle for a little, help you clean up if he’s hurt you badly, but then he always leaves. 

And you hate to admit it, but it hurts. You know he’s just a few doors down, asleep in his own room. Why can’t he just stay? If for no other reason than mutual comfort. But you’ll never ask him to stay. You can’t. 

Maybe he likes to keep you uncomfortable and needy - always left wanting more from him. There are times he’s been so crass, not even bothering to make you cum once he has, then leaving you to touch yourself in his absence to get your high to wither down. 

But for the most part, it’s good. So fucking good. It’s intense and rough and you say words you probably don’t mean to one another but God it’s the only reprieve you have from this new fucked up reality you’re in. 

You’ve lost track of time at this point  - having been locked in this place for far too long and gotten moderately comfortable in the routine. You wake for breakfast and eat alone, train with Eddie until lunch, then go to some form of a meeting with Steve and other random men in suits, and if you have a place to go that night then you go. If you don’t, you’re left to your room or a reading room or a television on a couch in one of the few comfortable living areas that the boys don't invade your space in. 

It’s lonely. So fucking lonely. 

Except for when Eddie gives you attention or the small glances and touches you get from Steve. Other than that you feel like their pet, their burden to put up with until they feel the rest of the crime world has forgotten about you enough that you can go live outside of their watch. As time passes, it starts to feel like that may never happen. 

You’re laying in your bed as your core throbs. Eddie just left, leaving you wiped down but swollen and tired. This one was quick and he made you cum once, but as you were building to a second high he finished. You’re debating trying to finish yourself off when the handle of your door moves. 

You don’t have a lock  - you don’t get one. 

You immediately cover yourself up with the duvet, your tank top and tiny shorts doing nothing to keep you modest from whomever is trying to come in. 

Maybe it’s Eddie? Realizing he left you hanging? Or maybe he wants some comfort cuddles too? 

“Steve?” You ask as he enters your room, his face dimly lit by the moonlight of your barred window. 

His button down shirt is open, a bandage on the side of his abs. His hair is a mess and his pants are hanging dangerously low without a belt on. 

You’ve never seen him so disheveled. 

Tonight’s mission was routine  - another gambling ring distraction. You led a guy off and Eddie knocked him off his feet. The only difference was that by the time you two got to the car, Steve wasn’t there yet. 

You waited a few minutes longer than your anxiety could handle when he stumbled into the front seat, guided by two guards.  Apparently a fight broke out at the table a few minutes after you left and Steve got a knife to the side before someone stepped in and took the other guy out. 

It was messy. 

You drove off fast enough to get away from anyone following you, but Steve had been groaning the entire time as Eddie tried to talk him through the pain. You felt helpless in the back seat as they rushed to the back side of the house and two people came to carry Steve inside. 

Eddie assured you he’d be okay, but you could tell he was distracted tonight too. 

So why is Steve here with you? 

He closed the door and stood with his back against it, watching you with a darkness you haven’t seen from him before. You both stay like that for a moment, just staring at one another in the darkness. When was the last time you two were alone? 

Suddenly you feel like you are back in the cage downstairs. Your chest feels tight and your hands grip the duvet tighter. 

Steve is dangerous. 

“Do you know what happened tonight?” He asks, his voice gruff. 

You swallow hard. “Yes. Y - you got swiped,” you say, your voice not having the strength you so desperately have been working to gain around him. 

He nods slowly, his head hanging as he comes to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t sit, he stays standing and looking at you, his abs flexing when he breathes. Your cheeks heat at his presence, at seeing him so differently than you usually do. This is not the put-together and in-charge Steve Harrington that you’re used to and you’re beginning to think this version is even scarier. 

“Do you know why I got swiped?” He asks. 

Your mind races. Why is he asking you about this? “A fight broke out,” you answer.

His eyes meet yours. “And why do you think a fight broke out?” 

Your eyebrows knit together. You hadn’t questioned why the fight broke out after you left. These things just sort of…happen at events like this. One person says one wrong thing and all of the sudden knives and guns appear and blood starts spraying. 

You shake your head no. 

“You distracted me,” he says. 

“What?” you ask confused. You did exactly what you were instructed to do - you hadn’t strayed from the path at all. 

“You. Distracted. Me,” he repeats, his jaw clenching as he stares you down. 

“I just did what you told me to do-”

“You and Eddie and your bruises and the way you fucking cling to him,” he interrupts you. You feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest. This is about you and Eddie? 

He slams a hand onto the bed, making you flinch. “That’s right,” he smiles sadistically. “You don’t flinch around him anymore, do you?” 

“I - i don’t know,” you admit. 

“I know you probably think Eddie is going to save you from all of this - but he’s not,” Steve says. You can’t control the way your hands start to shake as he speaks. “Eddie belongs to me, just like you belong to me. Even when he’s deep inside of you, you both belong to me,” he continues. 

The door opens behind Steve and you jump, but he doesn’t move. His level of control even when he’s an absolute mess is terrifying. 

“Steve,” you hear Eddie’s voice behind him from the doorway. 

“C’mere Eds,” Steve demands, still keeping his eyes locked on you. 

Eddie stands next to Steve, putting a hand on his shoulder. Steve immediately knocks it off and grabs his wrist. You’ve never seen them fight and you don’t know if you should be scared or turned on - but you’re both. 

“What’re you doing Harrington?” Eddie asks in a dark whisper, his eyes locked on Steve as the pretty boy’s mouth curls into a smile. 

“I’m reminding you both who you belong to, because it seems like you’ve forgotten,” Steve says. Steve’s hand lets go of Eddie’s wrist only to grab a hold of the front of his shirt. To your shock, Eddie doesn’t resist, he leans into the touch as his head starts to fall. 

Steve guides his hand down Eddie’s shirt and to the hem of his sweats, slipping past it and dropping beneath the surface. Steve grips Eddie’s cock and Eddie’s head immediately falls onto Steve’s shoulder with a small groan. 

Then Steve looks at you, smiling. 

You stare back at him, your mouth agape as you watch him rub Eddie under his sweats. 

“Crazy, huh? Seeing your big mean protector Eddie come undone like this?” Steve taunts you. 

You don’t know what to say, you don’t know what to do as you watch Eddie’s chest rise and fall the more Steve touches him. Eddie’s groan is all the confirmation that you need that he enjoys this just as much as Steve does, and you can feel your pussy starting to throb. 

Steve’s eyes are hard on you as Eddie leans on his shoulder. “Crawl to me,” Steve demands. Immediately you crawl on your hands and knees from the top of the bed to the edge of it and sit in front of the two boys, eyes wide as they look at you. 

Eddie’s brown eyes are hazy as they scan over your face. The shock must have registered on your features because he smiles lazily and brings a hand to your cheek, giving it a little tap tap to assure you that he’s still himself. 

Steve uses his free hand to grab your hair, tilting your head back to look at him. “Pull my cock out,” he commands. 

You breath hitches at his words, but you lean forward and unbutton his pants, slowly lowering them down with his boxers. 

“Fuck,” Steve groans as his cock springs free. It bounces up against his happy trail on his stomach and your eyes widen. You can hear Eddie kissing Steve’s neck as he pushes his own sweats all the way down, both of their cocks out now on full display. 

“Touch me,” Steve tells you. You slide your knees back so you rest on your elbows, reaching a hand around Steve’s thick, hard, cock. The weight of him in your hand has you unconsciously wiggling your hips. His neck veins protrude as Eddie’s lips attach to the delicate skin just below Steve’s ear. 

Steve puts a hand in your hair and pulls your head back, placing his hand in front of your face. “Spit,” he commands. You spit into his hand and he immediately places it back on Eddie’s cock, causing a loud groan from the boy. 

“Good boy,” Steve hums. 

You bring your own face closer to Steve’s cock, running your lips up against the plushy pink tip. Immediately you’re pulled backwards by your hair and slapped in the face - hard. You let out a loud squeak and pout at the hit. 

“Did I tell you that you could fucking taste me?” Steve asks, still holding you by the hair. 

You don’t answer, just stare at him in shock. 

He slaps you in the face again. “Answer baby,” Eddie says next to him. 

“No,” you whine, earning another slap from Steve. His eyebrows raise at your tone. 

“Use his title,” Eddie encourages you, his cock in his own hand as he watches you and Steve. 

“No Sir,” you correct yourself. 

Steve looks back at Eddie with hard eyes. “See, you haven’t properly trained her,” Steve says. “Gone too fuckin’ soft on her, made her forget her place.” 

“Ask to suck my cock,” Steve commands you. 

“Can I suck your cock Sir?” You ask, practically drooling. 

Steve scoffs. “And no manners? Fucking hell Munson,” He reprimands the other boy. Now Steve grabs Eddie’s throat, his lips mere inches from his. 

“Did I teach you nothing?’ Steve asks Eddie. Their interaction is nothing short of surprising, but it makes sense to you that Steve has shown Eddie how to control his dominance around the right people - how to get people to obey him.  

“I’m sorry Sir,” Eddie chokes through Steve’s hold. 

Steve lets go of Eddie’s throat and shoves him onto the bed next to you. “Spank her,” Steve instructs. You look behind you, seeing Eddie align next to your hips, his cock just inches from where you want him, with his hands starting to rub your ass through your tiny shorts. 

Without much warning Eddie lands a hard slap to your ass and lurches you forward. 

Steve smiles as your eyes water and puts his cock on the side of your face. He smacks it against your cheek as you look up at him. “Eyes on me while Eddie spanks you,” Steve instructs. 

Eddie spanks you again, the sting so painfully delicious. You whine, trying so hard to resist sticking the tip of Steve’s cock in your mouth as it rests by your face. 

“Aw, you want this dick, huh honey?” Steve taunts you. 

Eddie spanks you again, hard. 

“Y-yes please Sir,” You whine. Eddie spanks you again. “God fuck,” you groan at the pain. Eddie spanks you again and again in succession. 

“Watch your filthy fuckin’ mouth,” Eddie says through gritted teeth. 

Steve chuckles as he looks at Eddie. The curly haired boy’s jaw is tight, the veins in his forearms protruding just like the ones in his cock as he grips your hips tightly, eyes blazing with fire as he watches you drool over another man’s cock. 

Steve loves this game. “There he is,” Steve chuckles. 

Eddie’s eyes shoot toward Steve’s and the two of them smile at one another, making your cunt throb with need. They look primal, and you are their prey. 

“Open up,” Steve says. That’s all the warning you get before he’s shoving his cock in your throat. 

He is anything but gentle. He holds the back of your head, forcing his cock down your throat and holding you there, blocking your airways. You tap against his thighs but he shushes you. 

“You’re fine, you’re fine,” he says, holding you still as you resist against him. 

When you finally pull off for a quick breath of air Steve slaps you again. 

“You breathe when I let you,” he spits at you, then quickly forces your mouth back on his cock. It goes to the back of your throat quickly and you gag around it, but Steve holds still. 

“Touch her Eddie,” Steve tells Eddie from above you. You feel Eddie’s fingers move the flimsy material of your shorts to the side and begin to play with your soaked cunt. 

“So fucking wet baby,” Eddie says, swirling his fingers in and out of you.

You gurgle a moan around Steve’s cock and your eyes start to flutter backwards. Steve moans at the feeling and thrusts in and out slightly, barely pulling away from you enough to let you breathe. He does this back and forth a few times before shoving it down your throat again and pushing your head down forcefully while Eddie sticks two fingers fully into your cunt. 

Your body shakes, trying to resist the feeling of choking and being unable to breathe. You press your hands on Steve’s strong thighs, trying to push away but he’s stronger and holds you there. Eddie’s fingers inside of you have you arching deep, and they both groan loudly above you. 

The more you struggle against him, the harder Steve gets. 

“No - no no, can’t run away,” Steve tells you as you try to back up. 

You start to get light headed from the lack of oxygen. Your entire body starts to feel weaker, losing sensation except for where Eddie’s fingers hit you inside of your cunt and Steve hits you in your throat. 

Steve looks down at you, seeing your ability to fight weaken as you lose oxygen and he smiles. Your face gets more red as your eyelids begin to flutter. Just as your hands start to drop from his thighs, your ability to fight waning, he pulls you up by your throat and Eddie pulls away from your pussy. 

Steve holds your face, slapping your cheeks lightly as you start to breathe again. “Stay with me honey, you’re okay,” he chuckles as you struggle to regain consciousness. 

You can’t even respond as you start to regain feeling. Your mouth hangs open, spit gathered around your lips. You feel weightless and don’t even realize that the two boys flip you over so your head hangs off the bed. 

“Say ‘ahhh’,” Steve instructs you condescendingly. You’re too far gone to resist. You do as he says and he slides his cock back in your mouth, deep down your throat. Your body doesn’t fight it this time, too weak from being dragged to the edge of consciousness. 

“There we go. That’s a good little doll,” Steve praises you. He has you exactly how he wants you, weak and mindless under him. 

“Just the tip Dice,” Steve tells Eddie. You barely register his words as you feel Eddie stick part of his cock inside of you, making you groan around Steve’s dick. 

Eddie groans too, his hips stilling inside of you. 

“Yeah that feels good doesn’t it sweethearts?” Steve asks both of you. You both groan in unison. 

Steve pulls out of your throat just enough to let you breathe before going back in. 

“Slow and deep Eddie,” Steve instructs the other boy. He does exactly what he’s told, slowly pushing the rest of his cock inside of you. You moan at the feeling and Steve pulls his cock out of your mouth to slap it against your cheeks. Steve’s big hands come to rub the spit from his cock around your face, making you a fucking mess as you groan Eddie’s name while he fucks you slowly. 

“Fucking shit,” Eddie groans, struggling to move slowly as your pussy envelops him for the second time this evening. 

Steve moves from the edge of the bed to get next to Eddie, planting a kiss on the other boys mouth, who then starts to fuck you harder.

Immediately Steve grabs his face and sticks two fingers in his mouth. “Nuh uh, I said slow, remember?” Eddie nods dumbly, slowing his pace down as you fall apart underneath him. 

After Eddie obeys, Steve kisses him deeply as he fists his own cock. Eddie’s thrusts are torturous as you slowly gyrate your hips to his rhythm, just enough to teeter you on the edge of building a proper orgasm. Your head is absolutely swimming in the clouds as you let the boys use you. They stop kissing only when Steve pulls away to whisper something in Eddie’s ear. 

“Tell me you understand,” Steve says loudly enough for you to hear. Eddie slows his thrusts to a stop and you whine at the feeling. 

“I understand Sir,” Eddie drawls, slowly removing himself from your pussy. 

You whine at the loss, your hands reaching between your legs. Eddie grabs your hands and kisses them. “I know baby, don’t worry,” he assures you, and you pout. 

Steve chuckles at the interaction as he slots himself between your legs. Eddie moves so he’s kneeling next to you. 

“You gotta be good and take Steve, okay?” Eddie tells you sweetly. 

You nod with watery eyes, feeling so overwhelmed with feeling you don’t even know what to do with yourself. Eddie grabs your cheeks with his hand and urges you to answer him correctly. 

“Okay Daddy,” you whisper out, your voice hoarse from your throat being used. 

Steve lands a slap to your pussy, making you flinch. “Good little whore,” he says before sheathing himself fully inside of you. 

Your back arches off the bed at the stretch, not used to anyone other than Eddie, the feeling so different but so good. Steve leans his head back, his hair falling and the view of him absolutely beautiful as sweat sheens his hairy chest. 

He fills you completely, leaving you gasping as your eyes flit from Steve to Eddie. 

Before you realize what he’s doing, Eddie is leaning away from your face and toward where you and Steve are connected. Your eyes widen in realization. 

Eddie places himself so his long tongue can reach your clit as Steve’s cock brushes in and out of you. Eddie begins moving his face in time with Steve’s thrusts, coating your clit and Steve’s cock in spit. 

You are absolutely overwhelmed and immediately feel an orgasm beginning to build inside of you. 

Steve grabs Eddies hair as he starts fucking you harder. Eddie lets his tongue hang out and work you both, drawing out groans and moans from all three of you as ride out the insane feeling of having each other all at once. 

“Oh fuck,” Steve grunts. “You’re squeezin’ me honey - you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” He asks. 

You whine, feeling the pressure build as Eddie stimulates your clit and Steve hits every spot inside of you. 

“Tell me - tell me who you belong to and I’ll let you cum,” Steve grunts. 

“You you you,” you groan. 

“You belong to me and Eddie - say it,” he affirms. Your eyes start to fill with tears as your head buzzes, your orgasm about to tip you over the edge. 

“You and Eddie Steve and Eddie S st st-evie,” you moan, throwing your head back. 

“That’s fuckin’ right cum on my cock and Eddie’s pretty face,” Steve demands, snapping his hips into you hard as your orgasm takes over you. You feel a buzz up your spine as your vision blurs. You don’t know where you end and Eddie begins or Steve begins and you end - it’s all a blur of sensation and bliss and electricity as you try to catch your breath. 

Steve’s own breath hitches as you squeeze tightly around him. 

Steve pulls Eddie off of your cunt, bringing his mouth to his own. 

“Kiss me,” Steve demands, wrapping a hand around Eddie’s cock as he comes to his own end. Steve groans, filling you up with hot streams of his own cum as the two boys mash teeth and tongue and lips above you. 

You watch as Steve falls apart, Eddie’s hands on his face holding him together as he cums inside of you. 

You can’t hear it, but Eddie whispers into Steve’s ear as Steve keeps his hand wrapped around Eddie's dick. “Keep fucking tugging my cock Steve, please - fuck,” Eddie whines, thrusting into Steve’s hand as he holds on tightly to the pretty boy’s face. 

Eddie’s forehead lays on Steve’s as Eddie’s thrusts get sloppy. “Please Stevie please,” Eddie whines. 

Steve moves his hand faster and faster around Eddie as he catches his own breath, his eyes watching Eddie’s dick begin to ooze cum onto his hand and fall onto your hips. 

“That’s it yeah - cum for me Munson,” Steve says to Eddie. You hum sweetly at the sight and it sets Eddie over the edge completely, his groans the last to fill the room as he paints your thighs and Steve’s hand with cum. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Eddie groans, his chest rising and falling quickly as he comes down from his own high. 

The three of you stay like that for a moment - Steve’s dick inside of you, Eddie’s in Steve’s hand, their foreheads against each other as you look at them with soft, tired eyes. 

Slowly, Steve releases Eddie and pulls out of you. 

“Go get a towel Eds,” Steve says softly, landing a kiss on Eddie’s head. 

Eddie nods before moving off the bed. As he passes the edge by your head, Eddie rubs your cheek sweetly and then heads into the bathroom. 

Steve leans down and looks at you with a shy smile. You blush under his gaze and try to turn your face away from him, somehow shy after everything that just happened. 

“Hey, hey hey,” he says, his hand coming to your cheek. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gravelly. 

Your eyes search his as you try to find the true answer within yourself. Are you okay? 

“I think so,” you whisper. 

He gives you a small smile in response and kisses your forehead. “Here,” he says, and guides you to lay with him at the top of the bed. 

Eddie comes back with two warm towels and hands one to Steve while he uses the other to wipe down your stomach, thighs, and center, kissing each area along the way. 

You take Steve’s towel from his hand and wipe his thighs for him, looking up at him sweetly. “Thank you baby,” he whispers to you, and instead of responding you kiss his bandage over his cut instead. 

Eddie throws the two towels in the corner as he comes and lays on the other side of you, wrapping his arms around your center as you lay on Steve’s chest. 

Silence overtakes the three of you as you all catch your breath and revel in the warmth of each other’s arms. Steve reaches for the duvet and pulls it over all of your bottom halves, making you instantly feel even sleepier than before. 

Eddie’s hand rubs circles into your hips as Steve rubs his hair. You relax to the sound of Steve’s heartbeat and the warmth of their bodies around you. You don’t want to ask questions, don’t want to disturb this beautiful moment of peace. You want to savor this feeling - capture it and put it in a bottle for future use when things inevitably change. 

Just the thought of it makes tears come before you can stop them. 

You wish you could lay right here forever and ever. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, breaking the silence. Neither you nor Eddie respond, just look at him as he gathers his own thoughts. 

“I - fuck,” he chuckles, running his hands over his face. “I can’t lose either of you,” Steve whispers, biting his lip. 

Eddie reaches his hand around you to hold Steve’s. “We’re right here,” Eddie reassures him. You don’t know what to say. You’ve done this so many times now with Eddie - both of you are acutely aware of the situation you’re in and yet the feelings still exist. It’s never easy. You got into this situation due to force, but as time continues you start to wonder if you’re only using that as an excuse to hide your true feelings. 

“I hate putting you both in danger,” Steve admits. 

“I almost jumped out of the car to go fucking kill the guy who stabbed you,” Eddie chuckles. 

You giggle at him. Always the savior. 

“Paul shot him in the head the second it happened,” Steve replies. “I just realized I did to myself exactly what I was afraid of happening to you two - I got distracted caring about if you guys were being safe and it got me hurt,” Steve says. 

Your heart beats hard in your chest. 

Steve was always so distant, trying to be so removed from you and Eddie that you thought he truly didn’t care, that he was just using you because he had to. But really he was doing it because he was scared of losing you. 

“Stevie,” you mutter, your hand rubbing his chest. “It’s okay to care,” you whisper. 

“We’ll all protect each other,” Eddie assures him. And you. And maybe even himself. 

“We’re family,” Eddie continues. 

The word holds heavy in the air. Family. 

“But family leaves,” you say quietly, hiding your face in Steve’s chest. Anyone you’ve ever thought of as family has died or abandoned you.

“Hey, hey,” Steve says, putting his thumb under your chin to force your eyes on him. “This is different,” he says seriously. 

“We need each other,” Eddie adds. 

And you suppose they may be right. You do need them. And in some fucked up way now, they need you too. 

The two boys have had this conversation with each other before when this whole mess started. They realized that, whether they like it or not, they’re stuck with one another now. Emotions or not, their safety depends on each other. And now yours does too. 

“Okay,” you nod, kissing Steve’s hand.

“Okay,” Steve replies, kissing the top of Eddie’s head. 

“Okay,” Eddie smiles, kissing your cheek. 

And that’s how you all fall asleep, a mess of limbs and breath underneath the duvet, in each other’s arms, all in one bed. No more questions asked, and no one leaves. 

🤍Volt⚡️

General:

Volt gives off 50/50 switch vibes

Man doesn’t care who’s doing the laughing as long as you’re enjoying yourself.

He adores tickling in general. It’s a great way to tire Eddie out if he’s had a long day, and he just loves to smile around those he loves.

Lee:

Believe it or not, Volt actually gets a bit flustered with tickling when he’s in a lee mood.

He’s unable to say the t-word, and the only ways he’ll ask are indirect. Eddie knows the signs, but it takes you a bit to catch onto his patterns.

“Live wire, could you flip that little breaker on my side right there? I think it’s fritzing.”

“I’m rather bored, darling. Think you could help me fix that?”

“Hmm? No, of course I didn’t poke you. Must’ve been the wind.”

He’ll blush rather intensely once you figure it out and give him what he wants.

Worst spots are his ribs and neck. His ribs get deep belly-laughs out of him, but his neck is killer. It’s hard to reach because of his hair, but if you can manage it, he might short-circuit (gotta be gentle with him).

Melt spots are his arms and back. He adores gentle scratches along his forearms and near his pits. If you give him gentle tickles alongside a back rub? Pure bliss.

If you’re really wrecking him, little sparks will fly off his hair, and his eyes will light up. If any hit your skin, they don’t hurt—just tingle. He always gets all flustered if you tease him about it afterwards.

“Live wire, please. It’s not cute. Yes, I am rather dashing, but that is not.”

Thankfully, it isn't hard to get him to say otherwise (with the proper motivation).

Ler:

VERY playful bastard of a ler

He’ll tease you about it for hours before he even comes close to doing anything.

A playful poke at the bar, a slip of the hand while dancing, little teases whispered in your ear…

“Just wait until closing time, darling…”

“Your laugh truly is enchanting, live wire. I can’t wait to hear it for hours later.”

“You look rather fetching in that top, love. And look, it’s cropped. Perfect~”

When he does finally strike, it’ll be in the comfort of privacy. The only other object around would be Eddie, specifically so you feel safe and cared for.

This suave bastard is a teasing ler for SURE, though he knows not to go too far.

“Don’t worry, live wire. I’ll start slow. You know I adore your giggles.”

“Does that tickle, hmm?”

“My, that was quite the reaction, love. I wonder if you can top it.”

You know how he lets off little zaps of electricity when he’s really emotional? Well, he’s figured out how to weaponize that.

Those little zaps tickle like crazy, though they never hurt. Volt is incredibly careful with you, even while he’s being a bully.

Again, Volt is incredibly respectful of your boundaries. If you want him to really wreck you, you’ll have to set up a safeword. He doesn’t mind going that far; he’s just more concerned about your comfort than a good time.

He’s wonderful with aftercare, as one would expect.

He’ll grab you some water, maybe sneak you over a couple cherries from the bar for a sugary snack to perk you up.

If you’re in the mood for it, he’s always up for relaxing cuddles and random rants before falling asleep. He’ll even drag Eddie over for a snuggle pile (he can never resist when it’s for you).

💡Eddie🔧

General:

At first, Eddie’s really hesitant about any of the tickling stuff.

He’ll get flustered if you ask about it, tense up, or tell you he’s not in the mood. You’re always respectful of him, of course; he just needs some time to warm up to the idea.

Once you break the ice, however, he gets pretty fond of it. Well, fond of wrecking you whenever you insist on annoying him while he’s on the job.

He’s a ler-leaning switch, though he doesn’t mind the occasional tickle from you or Volt (good luck getting him to admit it, though).

Lee:

He gets really flustered when it comes to getting tickled.

It’s hard for him to ask, though he won’t do a complete character 180. He’ll just brush it off if you ask about his behavior or say he’s tired. Not a lie, but not exactly the truth either.

When you do finally figure him out, he’ll just sit down and refuse to make eye contact until you get started. Stoic to a fault (though it’s an easy fix once you get started).

Volt knows a little bit about Eddie’s soft spots, so you get some pointers before you wreck him. Eddie makes sure the cocky man learns his lesson, though not before he meets a giggly fate.

Worst spots are his ears and hips. Little kisses or nuzzles against his ears destroy him, and he cannot handle his love handles being squeezed. Volt likes to randomly come up and poke them to make him jump (a habit you adopt).

Melt spots are his wrists. His hands always get sore, but the callouses there make it kind of hard to feel anything. His wrists, though? Soft, sensitive, and the perfect place to kiss or gently stroke if you want him to get all giggly and relax against you.

Eddie gets incredibly sleepy after he’s tickled. He’ll stay up long enough to drink some water and say you suck before drifting off and getting some much-needed rest.

Needless to say, tickles are a great motivator to get him to relax.

Ler:

Oh boy.

Eddie’s a very methodical ler. He’ll start off by testing spots, saying which ones are bad aloud, and moving on. Once he's got a general idea of your worst spots, he goes to town.

As you can imagine, that shit is incredibly flustering.

“Oh, damn, your ribs are pretty bad. Good to know.”

“Wonder if your back is ticklish… Let’s find out.”

“You always get all wiggly when I go near your pits. Wonder why…”

Aside from the notes, he likes to compliment you. You’re his spark; he needs to let you know how amazing you look when you’re laughing for him.

“That blush… I swear, it’s more beautiful than any wine we’ve got stocked.”

“I love that smile, spark. Too bad I’ve gotta tickle the hell outta you to see it. Well…not that bad.”

“You’re so soft here. Just wanna kiss it all day…”

Now, that stubble…

You just know he’d weaponize it while tickling. Nuzzles, evil kisses, raspberries with an extra kick: the possibilities are endless.

He’s pretty good with aftercare. He’ll grab you some water, maybe make you a Shirley Temple if you want something more fun to drink. He might even agree to a nap together, though he’ll usually call Volt in to join. The man loves group cuddle time, though he won’t admit it.

Eddie Munson took good care of you. He was always trying to make sure you were pleased not only physically but also in an emotional intimacy way as well. He had such a big heart, you find it really hard to imagine how anyone could be scared of him or think that he's some spawn of Satan. In reality, he was an angel, an absolute darling person.

Most, if not all of the videos that Steve had suggested to you and the ones you found all had very dominant themed names for the guy in the scenes. Which was fine, you loved more than anything when Eddie dominated you. And you knew that most of the names on the list you got just weren't going to encourage Eddie to listen to his own pleasure or even allow you to be able to take on that role or responsibility. You were still going to try them but you were just wanting to figure out what made Eddie blush and feel the same way when he did stuff to you.

At first, you try the basic ones but they weren't really good in that sort of way. And again, there's not much to go off of. So it's not until you two are alone and just sitting in his room that you have the discovery.

You're sitting on his bed and he's sat on the floor, resting his head between your thighs like they're a neck pillow for him while he plays on his guitar. He's strumming out a tune, trying to figure out a chord progression and is so focused that a little bit of his tongue is sticking out. You're just sitting above him, playing with his hair and stroking his face every now and then.

"You're so good, baby"

Eddie shivers a little bit and says a quick little thank you. Interesting.. you had already tried baby but that wasn't it the other day.. You try again, a few moments later.

You start stroking his face and tightened his neck in between your thighs just a little bit more so your presence was notable. You angle his face to look up at you-

"Have I mentioned lately how much I love you? How good you are to me?"

He looks wide-eyed and glazed over. Oh this is interesting indeed.

"N...no, I mean, yeah! but not.. those words exactly.."

"Aw Eddie, you're so cute, you're like a little puppy"

He flushes, deep. Oh. That did something. You remember seeing that in one (1) video and you didn't understand it until right now. It makes sense, especially when he's sitting below you, look up at you with those puppy-dog eyes, big, wide, and brown as can be in the soft lighting.

"You like being called a good boy? Aw puppy, you want to be good for me?"

He whimpers. He lets out the smallest exhale of a whimpered moan and just nods his head slightly, completely forgetting about his music task at hand. You stand up straight, motion your finger for him to come up and come closer and he's on his knees, hands out on both thighs to stabilize him a bit, waiting for further instruction. "Look at you, so obedient."

You now take the liberty of lightly guiding his chin towards you with motioning finger and start peppering kisses along his jawline. This new surge of found power is electric and you're only getting started. You still don't really know what you're doing but you're going along and hoping to figure it out along the way.

"Who knew the satan worshipper of Hawkins, the scary Eddie Munson, was just deep down such a good boy that wants to be taken care of and to be good in return. Isn't that right?"

He whimpers out a soft like uh huh to you and you have a grinch like smile. "Use your words, puppy"

"Fuck, yes. I want that yes miss."

"Oh so good for me puppy, you keep calling me that and we will be in good shape today. Now, what does my puppy want? I'm going to take such good care of you, baby"

He starts getting antsy, he's wanting to touch you and be right up against you, but he's still figuring all that up right now. "I.. I want to make you feel good, miss"

"Baby, that's what you do every other time. What do YOU want?"

He looks up at you from his knee-position on the floor and he looks like he's going to melt away "I want you to use me"

Now it's your turn to blush and muttering for words "Okay. Undress me. Slowly."

He starts going for your belt immediately and you have to grab onto his hair a bit tightly, not enough to hurt him but enough to send a shiver down his neck.

"No, what did I say? I said slowly. You have to wait."

He huffs out but he does as he's told. He slowly unbuckles your belt and pulls it out of your jean loops, disregarding it. He goes to hike your pants down, but again, you pull on his hair. He hisses and moans in succession of each other. "Wait... stay.."

He's really into this. He is blushing just as red as before and you aren't even undressed yet. He zips down your zipper and undoes your button before he is gently wiggling you out of the form fitting jeans. These ones really highlighted your hips. So he started to slowly, absent mindedly, kiss your hips and start sucking into the flesh. He looked up at you while still going so immensely slow.

He looked at you like he was in prayer, and you were an angel- no, he was looking at you like you were a god that he worshipped. He starts kneading and pawing at your thighs and takes a big, obscene whiff of you and groans. He looks up at you once more and just above a whisper asks "please?" You give him a short nod to indicate that he could start.

He immediately dives in and you're already having a hard time standing, your knees buckling at him angling himself so you can quite literally ride his face. The noises are pornographic and sloppy from him sucking and slurping you up and you still somehow feel absolutely filthy.

Without trying, your hips start to spasm from pleasure, making your clit rub up against his nose and both of you are moaning for different types of pleasures. You grab onto his hair and you don't hold back at all, swaying your hips up down.

"Fuck puppy... shit- feels so good. You're so so good to me, baby" He mutters something and you pull him off of you for a moment, "don't mumble, what did you say?"

He takes a few deep breathes, looking already fucked over, "I don't want to be baby right now, I want to be good, I want to be your.. your.." You smirked, feeling a bit of deja vu from this "You're safe. You want to be my..." "Call me puppy again, please."

"Good puppy, that's my sweet boy, wanting to listen so well and make me feel so, so wonderful. Tongue out, handsome"

His blush goes down beneath his shirt collar and he continues licking stripes up you, paying mind to go all around your puffy sides and circling your clit just how you like it. He angles himself again to where he's now got a finger entering you with ease, followed by another, slowly going in and out of you. You are practically humping his fingers and face, and you look down to see that he himself is humping the air.

"You dirty, filthy dog. You really did just want to get me off huh? You so pussy-whipped you'd do anything to be praised huh?"

He's nodding feverishly, adding even more friction to the equation. You weren't going to last long, not when he was being so irresistible. "Fuck fuck fuck.. shit, fuck, shit- Eddie I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Oh FUCK!"

You're essence is dripping from you, it pours out of you without indication or warning. You are washed over with such pleasure that you continue to sit and ride Eddie's face until you literally can't take anymore and have to sit back down on the bed.

Once you catch your breath, you pull him up to the bed to find not only his face is soaked in your essence, but there's a prominent tent and wet patch in front of Eddie's jeans.

"Thank you Bunny"

"Thank YOU. Now... does my good little puppy want to finish the job?"

Let's just say the way he's fucking into you, the way he's whimpering and moaning while just hammering into you? There's a reason he earned his nickname, just like you earned yours

Oh to have a relationship where you're fuckin like a couple of love-sick puppies or bunnies.

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