#trigger:drugs

Never once had you even given Eddie Munsen a second glance, the pair of you running in completely different social circles. Sure you saw him around the campus frequently, and you shared two classes together but that was the extent of your relationship. Your friends had bought drugs from him on a couple of occasions when their usual dealers fell through, so at least you knew the gear would be safe for the most part- not that you had the first idea about what you were doing.

“I was wondering if I could get a hookup?” You cringed at how weird you probably sounded with your attempt at sounding knowledgeable. Is that what you called it when you were buying drugs from a dealer?

“A hookup?” He grinned, raising a brow at you.

That probably sounded like you wanted sex from him, ugh. Why did you sound so pathetic?

“Uh- like a deal? Gear?” You were certainly digging yourself a hole as the smile on Eddie’s face fell.

“Is this a joke?” He looked uneasy as he leaned towards you, his head turning to scan the hallway to see if anyone was lingering nearby.

“What do you mean?” You were perplexed- he probably did at least five deals a day, some of those people surely lacked experience too- why was this any different?

“Don’t think I don’t know how this works, sweetheart.” He scoffed, “Arranging a deal with a pretty girl, get to the meeting point and her boyfriend and his friends jump me and steal my stash?”

“No-” You replied a bit too loudly, looking around to see if anyone had directed their attention to you, “That’s not what this is.”

“I can give you the contact of another guy if you want, I-”

The thought of going to another dealer, one you didn’t know, scared you more than this one. It was one thing going to the local metalhead for a pickup, but a random stranger? In a strange location? There’s no way you’d do something like that, no matter how desperate you were.

“Please, Eddie.” You cut him off pleadingly, “I need it.”

He seemed to ponder the answer, shifting his feet as he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Shit,” He murmured beneath his breath, a husky rasp to it before he straightened his back, “You know I can’t disappoint a fair maiden.” He grinned, giving an elaborate flick of his wrist, “So what was it you were looking for?”

“I—” You took a deep breath. You really didn’t have the first idea about drugs, and you definitely didn’t want to sound stupid. He already seemed like he didn’t believe that you wanted to buy anything from him as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and began to sway slightly, “I just want something to take the edge off.”

“Well, there’s a lot of shit that can do that, sweetheart.” He gave you a charming smile, “But what I’m saying is you could take a trip to bag end if you wanted something like that-”

“Bag end?” Your nose scrunched in confusion as you stared up at him.

“Oh come on, Lord of the Rings?” You’d heard of it, even thought about checking it out at the library but you certainly hadn’t read it, “Grab a few drinks at a bar, bottle of whisky at the liquor store?”

“I was kinda hoping for something else.” You murmured.

“Oh yeah?” He hummed, “Well then, sweetheart. I’ll see what I can do.” He winked at you, “Meet me after your final lecture in the woods by the back of the building, picnic table in the middle. Can’t miss it.”

He gave you a toothy grin as you thanked him, making your way into the classroom as he followed behind, sliding into his seat a few rows back from yours. But the entire rest of the class was spent with his eyes on you, you could feel them burning as you tried to focus on the lesson. The words from the teacher in one ear and out the other as you began to think about all the deadlines that you had coming up, and how unprepared you were. The fear and panic began to set in once more as the pit in your stomach grew, you just needed to take the edge off.

The irony is that this illicit drug deal was doing the opposite of helping you relax, instead completely exasperating your anxiety. Checking your watch even though you knew only a few minutes had passed as you waited for the end of the day. Your heart racing and there were still two hours left of your class, ignoring the lecture as you began to doodle mindlessly in the column of your lined notepad. Willing time to move faster so you could get this over and done with, grab the goods and get home.

“Hi?” You walked up to the picnic table to find Eddie sitting on one side with his lunch box, his thigh bouncing as he waited for you.

His frown immediately turned into a smile when he spotted you, beckoning you closer as he offered you a seat.

“Hey, you made it.” He exclaimed as though he hadn’t expected you to actually show up, “Find it alright?”

“Yeah,” Your heart was racing a mile a minute as you sat down opposite Eddie, sitting your bag on the bench beside you as you clasped your hands together nervously.

“So what’ll it be?” Eddie grinned as he opened his lunchbox, rifling inside it, “I’m all out of oxys but I dunno if you want a ben-”

“Just marijuana.” You cringed internally at the sound of your voice, you couldn’t have sounded more uncool if you tried, “Maybe? I don’t know.”

“First time?” Eddie grinned, rubbing his palms on his jean-clad thighs as he grinned across the table at you.

You swallowed thickly at the implication of his words.

“Uh- what gave it away?” You smiled.

“Just a feeling, but honestly?” He dragged out the but, tilting his head slightly, “I’d be heartbroken someone as pretty as you had a different dealer.”

You felt flush from the compliment, a heat rising inside you as Eddie leaned a forearm on the table, his brown eyes staring directly at you.

“I can give you a good deal on this since it's your first time and I’m a sucker for a pretty face.” He grinned.

“Uh- okay. Thanks,” You watched as he pulled a bag out of the box, closing it after.

“This is good shit, I promise. Probably more than enough to last you, and for you pretty girl? Fifteen bucks.”

“Sure,” You began fussing with your bag to try and find your purse to distract yourself from the embarrassment of the situation as Eddie watched with a smile.

“Have you got papers?”

“Papers?” You turned your face to look up at him in confusion, you had plenty of papers in your bag from various classes. But that couldn’t be what he meant, could it?

“Yeah, papers sweetheart. Rollies?” He shook the baggie for emphasis as he smiled at you, “Unless you were plannin’ on baking a cake?”

“Oh- oh, no.” You shook your head, “I don’t have papers.”

This was becoming too much, far too embarrassing as you felt like a complete idiot in front of Eddie Munson.

“Don’t worry, I came prepared.” He grinned. Patting his leather jacket down as he pulled out a pack of rolling papers, flicking it open to pull a thin sheet out as he lay it flat on the picnic table.

Trying to ignore the thought of how dirty the surface probably was as Eddie grabbed the baggie and opened it up to pull some of the weed out, dropping it onto the paper as he let his fingers slowly pull it apart to reach each end.

You watched the way his ringed fingers moved swiftly, obviously movements perfected from experience as his thumbs flicked up the length of the paper. Lifting it from the table as he rolled your joint, his tongue poking out from between his pink lips as he concentrated on rolling the joint without losing any product out of either side of it. Something that had your heart hammering against your ribcage as you stopped watching him work and instead began to shamelessly stare at him.

Eddie Munson really was quite pretty, there was no denying it. Kind eyes that always seemed to find yours whenever he’d stumble into class late, walking by your desk to take a seat at the back of the room as the lecture continued. He’d been so proud to be the first of his family to go to college, something that was often overshadowed by the small-minded people in Hawkins that still saw him as a freak. His bold personality built up to mask the insecurities that ebbed away at him, not that he should have anything to be insecure about.

But there was only so far the bravado would take him before he was completely out of his depth, especially with you. Watching as you leaned forward across the table to lick the rollie he was still holding in his hands. Your pretty pink tongue slips out from between those glossy lips as you let the tip run along the top of the paper, brushing against the tips of his fingers as you wet it just enough to stick.

Eddie swallowed thickly as he watched the way your lips moved against the rollie, the sensation of your tongue against his fingers lingering as he began to roll the joint between his fingers to secure the paper. Trying to ignore the tightness building in his pants as he took a deep breath, the more he stared at you the more he found himself becoming delirious. There was no way, no fucking way a girl like you would ever like him. Trying to calm his raging boner as he held the stick up in a ‘tada’ fashion, giving you a toothy grin as he held it out to you.

“And there she is.” You shuddered when his fingers brushed against yours as he handed you the joint, “See, it’s not that hard, I mean I can do it so-”

He laughed at his self-deprecating joke as you looked down at the stick, feeling it between your fingers before you held it up to your lips.

“Can I try it now?”

“Uh, sure. But are you gonna be alright gettin’ home?-”

“I’ll be fine.” Truthfully you had absolutely no idea if you’d be able to get home high, you had no indications of what the drug might do to you, but you were so eager to finally let off some steam and relax that you didn’t want to wait any longer.

Pouting your lips as you placed the stick between them Eddie pulled a worn silver zippo from his jacket pocket. Leaning forward slightly as he thumbed the light, a small flame appeared as he used the other to cup around the joint, protecting it from the cool evening breeze as he lit it for you. You took a long, hard inhale and immediately started coughing as you pulled it away from your lips. Eddie was quick to grab it from you to prevent it from dropping to the leafy ground as you tried to ignore the burning in your lungs from the sharp inhale of smoke.

“You good, sweetheart?”

You nodded, thick tears clinging to your lashes as the coughing finally subsided, embarrassed that you already looked like such an amateur and proceeded to do that with your first toke.

“Believe it or not, I was like that my first time too, granted I was fourteen.” He grinned, “You just gotta take it slow at first, you’ll get used to it.” He spoke with the stick hanging out the side of his lips, but Eddie was certain he could taste the faintest taste of cherry.

Grabbing the joint between his thumb and index finger as he pulled it from his lips, and that’s when he saw it.

The white bottom of the stick was now a crimson hue, glitter from your gloss sparkling beneath the light as he tilted it. Gnawing at his gums to stop himself from groaning at the sight, his thoughts immediately raced to how that same lipgloss ring would look on other parts of his body. Eddie felt like he’d kissed you, tasted you. The artificial sweetness was still on his taste buds as he held the stick up to his lips to take another toke, inhaling deeper this time as he held the smoke inside his mouth for a moment. His semi-hard cock throbbed beneath his jeans as he stared directly at you, depraved thoughts running through his mind. He felt like such a creep but he couldn’t help it, just the thought of your lips wrapped around his cock, leaving those same pretty marks had him feral.

“Let me try again,” You murmured, leaning forward to take the joint out of his hands as your fingers brushed his, placing it between your lips. Taking a smaller hit this time, you felt the smoke slowly enter your lungs as you exhaled.

“There you go, you got it.” Eddie smiled, accepting the joint back from you as he took another hit, inhaling deeply as the smoke began to leave through his nose, “So?”

“S’good.” You slurred, hazy eyes letting the smoke finally settle you. Already feeling more serene, or maybe it was the company? You felt so comfortable around Eddie, his friendly personality helped relax you despite the sheer number of times you’d embarrassed yourself in front of him today.

“Want some more, angel?”

The pet name had you swooning, leaning forward to grab the joint from Eddie but he moved the stick away from your reach. Placing it back between his lips with a glint in his eye as he took a large toke, his lips curled in a lopsided smile as he placed his forearms back on the picnic table, sitting up off the bench to bring his face close to yours. Capturing your chin between his finger and thumb as he gently prised your mouth open, slowly parting his lips as he let the smoke seep out and into your mouth.

Goosebumps began to appear against your skin as he held you like you were the most delicate porcelain, but his actions were anything but. A salacious undertone as he watched intently through half-lidded eyes as you inhaled the smoke he’d breathed into you.

“Holy shit,” He watched the way your tongue slipped out to swipe at your lips, thick lashes fluttering as wisps of smoke began to swirl towards the sky. Shocked that you’d allowed him to do something so lecherous. The ache between his thighs only amplified from your reaction, committing the sight to memory as he was certain that if nothing else he’d have some perfect material to jack off to when this was over.

You really thought Eddie was going to kiss you, the anticipation building inside you as you imagined his lips against your own. Your gaze flickered down to them as you noted how soft they appeared to be, nothing like you would’ve imagined- but if only you could prove your theory.

“You’re pure sin, sweetheart.” He whispers as his warm breath fans against your skin, his lips dangerously close to yours now as you watch the smoke slowly drift from his nostrils and disappear into the evening air, “Downright deadly.”

“Me?” You hum innocently, watching his eyes drift down to your cherry lips and back to your half-lidded eyes.

“Yeah, you.” He grinned, “Always walkin’ round in those cute little dresses lookin’ all pretty. How can anyone not see how pretty you are? I mean it- shot through the heart.”

Eddie’s certain he can smell your lipgloss now, the fruity scent overpowering as it mixes with your perfume. A smell he now wants all over him as his cock throbs in his jeans, the denim tightening around the crotch as he spreads his thighs in a feeble attempt to try and give him some sweet relief.

“You think I’m pretty?” You smiled, feeling that familiar tingle beginning to flutter inside you.

“Are you kiddin’? I may be stupid, but I’m not blind.” He scoffed, “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”

He was close enough for you to smell him now, a mixture of cheap cologne, engine oil and cigarette smoke. It mixed with the scent of weed and made you woozy. Or maybe it was the way he looked at you, a look of complete adoration.

You couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your cheeks, leaning forward to close the gap and press a soft kiss to his lips. The moment you tried to pull away Eddie was already back on you, closing the gap as he pulled you back into a deeper kiss, your eyes immediately closing as you fell into him.

Your hand reached up to cup his jaw as you feel the day-old stubble against his cheek, the desperation in him evident as his nose clashes with yours as he tilts his head to make more room. His tongue swipes against your glossed lips as he tastes the artificial cherry flavour of your gloss, a large palm reaching up to the base of your skull to hold you in place as he commits this to memory, so even if you were to pull away a second later he can say with conviction that he was the lucky son of a bitch that got to kiss you.

The kiss had your mind going hazy, or maybe it was the drugs, as your lips parted to deepen it, Eddie lifting himself off his side of the bench as he hovered over you, his tongue delving deeper as he explored the new territory. Mimicking his movements, your tongue swipes against his teeth as you capture the low groan that leaves his lips, rubbing your legs together to try and satiate the throb between your thighs.

“Fuck,” You gasped when he reluctantly broke the kiss for air, a subtle sheen of glittery gloss now stained his pale skin as you smiled up at him.

“Fuck,” He repeated with a grin, his tongue shamelessly coming out to lick his lips as he tasted you on them, “God, you’re so fucking pretty. You know that right? Did I say that already?”

“You did,” You smiled, “But I like hearing you say it.”

“Oh yeah?” He matched your smile, “Then I guess I should say it more, huh?”

Eddie put out the end of the joint against the flat metal of the table, not wanting to waste any more of the drug as he left it on the surface. Taking one of your hands in his as he beckoned you closer.

You stood from the bench as you came around the table to his side, Eddie already swinging a thigh over to stand beside you as his hands immediately moved to your hips. The hard metal of his rings dug into your sides as he held you tight, your clit throbbing at the sensation as your arms reached around his shoulders to bring him down into another sultry kiss, this time it was far more desperate, more intense. As though you’d both been separated for far too long as you felt his tongue immediately searching for yours, your chest pressed against his and you were certain he could probably feel your heart beating against your ribcage. Now uncertain whether this was an effect of intoxication, or whether it was all Eddie Munson– and if it was you were addicted.

You rolled your hips against him as he groaned into the kiss, the feeling of his bulge pressed against you had a fire burning inside you. Everything felt hot. Grinding yourself against him again as you craved more of those sweet sounds spilling from Eddie’s lips.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He spoke through kisses, emphasising each word.

Eddie walked you back until your thighs hit the cool edge of the picnic table, his hands reaching beneath your legs to help you onto the surface. Instantly slotting himself between your parted thighs without breaking the kiss, the skirt of your pretty summer dress riding up much like it had in class as he shamelessly stroked along the exposed skin. Feeling your calves wrapping around his legs to keep him pressed against you, his covered crotch now grinding against your own as you whined into the kiss.

He reluctantly broke away from you, pupils blown, as he stared down at your face. Pushing his hips forward again to press his hard bulge against your clothed cunt, making you cry out for him again as he cherished the sound. A sound that should be reserved for angels sitting and waiting at those pearly gates, not mere mortals like him down on earth. His lips began to map a path along your jawline, leaving searing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck as you felt his teeth graze your pulse point.

Gasping as you bucked your hips against his, feeling his hardness pressing between your thighs as you ran a hand down his chest, along the picture of his Hellfire Club shirt to press against his abdomen, moving to cup his bulge but Eddie was quick to catch your wrist in his palm.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” He mumbled.

“Why?” You pouted, your fingers now tracing a path along his inner thighs, nails scratching against the denim as his chest tightened in anticipation the closer you got to his crotch.

“Cause-” He caught your wandering hands again, both his palms wrapped around both your wrists as he held you back from his bulge, “You just tried weed for the first time. It affects everyone differently and I don’t want you doing something you’ll regret.”

“Why would I regret it?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“Fuck- don’t do that, sweetheart.” He groaned, “You look way too fuckin’ cute.” He muttered, more to himself than anything as he moved a hand up to pinch the space between his eyes.

“Eddie, why would I regret it?”

Fuck, and there you went saying his name like that. You sounded so adorable, his cock was throbbing between his thighs. Screaming at him for being so foolish to not worshipping you already, but he couldn’t. Not like this-

“Well, I can think of a few reasons.” He trailed off.

“I won’t regret it,” You reached out to palm his crotch, feeling how hard he was beneath the rough denim. Inquisitive fingers squeezed around his girth as a crude groan rumbled from deep in his chest, every single second he spent in your presence had more of his willpower crumbling away.

“I’m trying so hard to be a gentleman right now, angel.” He whispered but made no effort to move your hand from his crotch as he leaned forward to press himself into your touch.

“But what if I don’t want you to be a gentleman, Eddie?” You pouted, your fingers trying to press against his balls as he felt any resolve he had disappear into nothing.

“You had to go and say my name like that, didn’t you?” He groaned, “Fuck, you little minx.”  

There was a deep snarl to his voice before he moved forwards, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. His crotch pressed against your clothed slit as your whines were silenced by his mouth. Hands palmed your thighs as his fingers dipped into the plush skin, holding you tight before they slid under the curve of your knees, pulling your ass until it was sitting right at the edge of the table. You gasped as you wrapped your thighs around his slender waist, squeezing tight for stability as you felt his bulge give your clit the friction it coveted. Your hands carded through his messy curls as you held him against you, preventing him from moving away as his tongue lashed against yours. Eddie’s hands became bolder the more you eased into his touch, sliding up your thighs and towards the curve of your ass as he squeezed the soft skin roughly.

The denim of his jeans created delicious friction as you leaned into the sensation, dragging the soft cotton of your panties against your puffy clit as you let out a salacious whine. Thankful that the woods were desolate so no one could hear just how desperate and needy you sounded dry humping Eddie Munsen, embarrassed just how much of an effect he’d had without even touching you.

“Eddie-” You gasped when his hips jerked forward, his forehead pressed against yours as he sucked in air through his teeth. Eyes clenched shut as he tried to calm his overstimulated body down, trying his best to stave off his impending climax, but this- you, felt too good.

“Wait- I- shit,” Eddie continued to mumble as you kept him pinned against you with your thighs, his ringed fingers digging into the curve of your ass as you ground yourself against his crotch, “Jesus H Christ.”

You were shameless now, bruised lips parted in a constant moan as you tightened your grip on his shoulders, using him for leverage as you chased your own release. Feeling the coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as you focused on the throb of pleasure between your thighs.

“Fuck, Eddie. ‘m gonna cum.” You gasped, shamelessly using him for your own pleasure as your hands moved to his shoulders to get a better grip as you sought your release.

“Shit, you gonna cum sweetheart?” He groaned, moving his head back slightly to get the perfect view of your face, “Gonna show me how pretty you look when you’re creamin’ your cute little panties for me?”

“I- oh, fuck.”

“Holy shit,” He choked back a groan as his hips began to stutter, erratically knocking into you as it only served to preserve your climax. Knocking against your clit as he let his forehead drop to your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck as he felt pleasure overtake his body.

“Holy shit,” He groaned, his grip on your ass bruising as he tried to calm his body down. A wetness now seeping through his boxers and against the rough denim of his jeans, making the fabric stick to his crotch uncomfortably as he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. 

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, sweetheart.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your collarbone as you leaned back slightly.

“For what?”

“Uh, man down.” He gave you a cute smile as he pulled his face from your neck. His cheeks tinged a light pink colour as he tried to avoid your gaze, “I swear I can normally go way longer- but you just looked so pretty and felt so good I-”

“Eddie,” You laughed, cutting him off with a sweet kiss on his lips, “I don’t mind. The fact that I made you do that? It’s so hot.”

“Yeah?” He gave you a small smile.

“Yeah.”

“Well I’m sorry sweetheart, but there ain’t no fuckin’ way I’m going out like that.” He gave you a devious smirk as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips, “Can’t have you thinking I’m a one pump chump or something.”

“Wha- Eddie, oh my god.” You squealed as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, lifting them as you fell back onto the picnic table, legs spread wide as your dress began to bunch around your hips.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Eddie groaned as he looked at the damp patch against the crotch of your panties, his palms splayed on your inner thighs as one of his thumbs stroked against the soft cotton. Feeling the dampness of it beneath his touch as you gasped in surprise, immediately bucking your hips as he tightened his grip to hold you down.

“Ah, ah, ah.” His brown eyes stared down at you, “It’s my turn now, remember?”

He gave you a playful smile as his hands trailed higher, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your panties as he slowly pulled them down your thighs, groaning at the sight of silvery strings of your slick connecting the garment to you and breaking off in glistening lines against your inner thighs, his spent cock already throbbing at the sight as he tried to ignore the uncomfortable wetness in his boxers.

Carefully slipping your panties over your white tennis shoes as he slipped them into his back pocket with a grin, dropping to his knees on the cold forest floor as the leaves crunched beneath him, leaving him eye to eye with your dripping cunt.

“Shit, you got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen-” Eddie began, almost going crosseyed as he shamelessly ogled your naked slit, “I mean, it’s the only pussy I’ve seen. Well, not the only one- I’ve watched pornos, I mean. Classy ones though, really well done- I just meant that this is the-”

“Eddie,” You cut him off with a feeble whine, “Please touch me.”

“Anything for the fair maiden.” He smiled mischievously, his cheeks a soft pink as he leaned forward, disappearing beneath the bottom of your summer dress.

Your entire body jolted as you felt him lick from your drooling hole up to your clit, his groans vibrating against your skin as he tasted you for the first time. Your hands immediately tugged the fabric of your dress up around your hips so you could watch him, and nothing could compare to the sight of his pretty eyes staring up at you from between your thighs.

“Fuck, Eddie.” You groaned when you felt his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue lashing against it as he sucked hard, “Feels so fucking good.”

“Such a nasty mouth on such a pretty girl.” He teased, running his tongue back through your slit as he came towards your tight entrance. Prodding the tip of it inside you as you rolled your hips into his touch, shamelessly trying to get him deeper, to have more of him. Whatever he gave it would never be enough, you wanted all of him.

You wanted all of Eddie Munson.

“Eddie, don’t tease-” You pouted those cherry lips and suddenly he was smitten.

“‘m sorry, baby. ‘m sorry.” He cooed, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your throbbing clit, “I promised I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” You whispered breathlessly as you felt one of his calloused fingertips graze your tight hole, fluttering around it.

“Eddie’s gonna make you feel real fucking good, don’t you worry.” Before you had a chance to tease him for referring to himself in the third person he’d already dived back in. His lips immediately wrapped around your clit as he sucked hard, one of his fingers pushing inside your tight walls as you felt the metal of his ring at the bottom. Curling the digit as though he was searching for something, unsure what he was looking for until you cried out for him. Now focusing on that same spot as he began to pump his finger in and out of you, stretching you out enough to add a second.

Your hands felt lost, palming at your clothed breasts through the thin material of your summer dress before venturing lower to fist the hem, rolling your hips into his touch to try and match his movements before your fingers finally threaded through his curly hair. Nails scratching against his scalp as you tugged, making Eddie moan into your cunt as you pressed him impossibly deeper into you.

The metal chains at the bottom of his leather jacket sleeve clanked against the picnic table with each flick of his wrist as he fucked his fingers into your sloppy hole, spit drooling from his lips as he sucked your clit, the moisture running down to his hand as it soaked his fingers and rings but he could care less.

If he could do this for the rest of his mediocre existence, he would.

“Eddie, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” He pulled away with a cocky grin, his fingers continuing to pump inside your tightening walls, “You wanna cum all over my face?”

“Do it, sweetheart.” He hummed against your clit, “Show me how pretty you look cummin’ all over me.”

Eddie locked eyes with you between your thighs and it was all it took to have you coming undone, the coil inside you snapping as you felt your climax wash over you, white spots blanking your vision as you cried out his name.

“Fuck,” You cried out, your thighs clamping down on either side of his head as you tried to push him away from your overstimulated cunt, but Eddie wouldn’t move. Groaning as he continued to suck your sensitive clit, fingers now wiggling inside you as you restricted him from moving them in and out of your sloppy sex.

“Nu-uh,” His brown eyes stared up at you from between your thighs, “I know you got one more in there for me, sweetheart. I can feel it.”

“Eddie, I can’t.” Eddie’s eyes stayed locked on yours, making sure that he wasn’t going too far, as he shamelessly slurped at your slit.

“Yeah, you can.” His nose bumped your clit as his tongue pressed against his fingers inside your hole, a lewd squelch filling the air, “See- at least your pretty pussy's honest.”

“Oh, god.” You cried out, your legs trembling from the intense sensation as you were vaulted into your climax. Lips parted in a constant whine as your greedy walls clamped around Eddie’s fingers.

“That’s it- there you go-” Eddie coaxed you as he felt you succumb to your bliss, pressing a final lingering kiss to your clit as he pulled his fingers out of your trembling pussy.

Standing up between your thighs as he gave you a smug grin, his chin glistening from your essence as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His body hovered over you as he stared down into your eyes, grinning at how dazed you looked as you stared up at the darkening sky, the trees hiding you from the final rays of evening sun before sunset.

Sitting up from the picnic table as Eddie circled his arms around your waist, letting you snuggle into his chest as your arms circled around his waist beneath his leather jacket, breathing in the scent of him. Both of you basking in the afterglow as he gently swayed side to side.

“So, do you feel more relaxed now?” Eddie grinned as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Mhm, but I’m not sure if it was you or the weed.” You laughed, squeezing his waist as he let his hand slide down to give your ass a playful swat.

“Oh, it’s definitely the weed.” He scoffed, “I’m way too annoying to be relaxing.”

You leaned back from his arms, playfully smacking his chest as he pretended to be in pain, holding the spot that you hit as you laughed.

“You know, I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.” He whispered, his tone serious as he moved his hands to your hips.

“So why didn’t you say anything?” You mumbled, tilting your head to look into his eyes.

“Like I said, ain’t no way a girl like you would ever like a guy like me.” He leaned his face back slightly to meet your gaze.

“Well, I do.” You smiled, tipping your head back and pouting your lips for him to kiss you softly.

“Don’t know why,” Eddie scoffed against your lips, “But I feel pretty lucky right now.”

“Me too,” You smiled, pushing some of the curly hair away from his eyes.

“I can’t believe you made me cum in my fuckin’ pants like a teenager.” He groaned, his wet boxers sticking to his skin uncomfortably as he wiggled his hips, “I’ll make it up to you next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah,” Eddie chewed his gum nervously, “Unless you don’t want there to be..”

So now you found yourself in this huge house all alone because your friend had snuck off with Andy from the basketball team and after almost an hour you still hadn’t managed to find the one person you’d come to this stupid party for.

Narrowly avoiding a guy who almost fell into you when his friend shoved him a little too boisterously as you made your way towards the kitchen– you needed a drink. Whether it was liquid courage to steel your nerves or just a way to cope with the incessant throb of music and cheering in the background you couldn’t tell. Reaching out to grab a paper cup from the pile as you poured half a cup of beer from the keg sat in the corner, not trusting the vibrant red punch that sat on the kitchen counter in case it had been spiked with god knows what.

The kitchen was quieter than the main parts of the house, the swinging doors often shut and blocked a great deal of the music which meant people could actually have a conversation at normal volume. Leaning back on the counter as you sipped your beer, overhearing the cutesy conversations that the couples inside were having. Some of them just whispering to each other, others sucking face in front of you. It shouldn’t have bothered you, people minding their own business. But it filled you with a fit of burning jealousy because they were all doing this and you were pathetically alone. Chucking back your beer you moved to pour yourself another cup, this time filling it to the brim as you sipped at the head of foam. Weaving back out through the swinging door back into the throng of people, your eyes looking out for anyone doing weed so you could ask where they got it. Hoping that you wouldn’t seem like a narc, but then at least you could try to find where Eddie was.

Eddie.

The thought of him alone made your nerves bubble to the surface again as you knocked back more of your beer. Hoping it would do something to subdue your racing heart as you stumbled through the lavish house, narrowly avoiding a side table as you regretted your choice of footwear. Heels and alcohol would be a deadly combination, deciding to go upstairs for a few moments to try and find a bathroom to give yourself a few seconds of peace before you worked up enough courage to start asking around for Eddie Munson.

Downing the final dregs of your beer as you made it to the top of the stairs, taking a sharp turn around the corner as you collided headfirst into someone's chest, dropping the empty paper cup with a surprised squeak.

“Oh, shit.” A voice said as you looked at the chest of the person you’d run into, a black t-shirt with ‘Dio’ printed across the front of it, “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t see ya there.”

His hands held your arms to keep you steady as though he was nervous he’d have you toppling over, bending his knees slightly to come down a little more to your level.

“I was looking for you-” You blurted out without thinking, excited that in this sea of people you’d finally found the man you’d been looking for all night.

“You were?” His brown eyes lit up with a toothy grin as he pointed a ringed finger at himself, “What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ looking for little old me?”

He had no fucking clue what he was doing to you, but his words had you squealing inside. Trying to hide the elation on your face over the fact that Eddie Munson had just called you pretty as you smiled up at him, “I wanna buy drugs.”

“Shh, sweetheart.” His eyes looked around the room playfully, squeezing your arms, “Not so loud.”

“Sorry,” You mumbled, unsure whether it was the alcohol making your mind fuzzy or the object of your affections in front of you

“Well, how about we go somewhere a little quieter and I’ll get you whatever you need, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You repeated with a smile as he led you down the corridor.

He turned back to see if you were still following him, watching you weave between the people who were mingling upstairs as he held his arm back to you, offering you his hand as he helped guide you through the crowds of people. His hand felt warm and slightly sweaty in your own, your fingers lacing together as he opened random doors- accidentally walking in on a girl between her knees giving one of the basketball team a blowjob as he shouted to close the door. Eddie shouted out a “Sorry, man.” before closing it and continuing further down, finally finding a room that was vacant as he opened the door. Standing to the side to motion for you to go in first, giving a slight bow of his head as he did so.

“M’lady-”

You held your breath to try and ease your racing heart, your fingers still tingling from his touch as you stood still in the empty bedroom, arms crossed across your chest as you tried your best to look natural. But you were so fucking nervous-

Eddie flopped down onto the edge of the bed as he fumbled in his worn jacket pockets, searching for the joint he’d rolled earlier as he pulled it out with a smile.

“You can sit down, sweetheart. I don’t bite-” He smiled, his head tilting to motion to the spot beside him as your heeled feet made their way across the carpet to sit beside him. Facing the door as you daren't look at him, still trying to calm your racing heart, “There we go.”

He was patting himself down to try and find where he’d placed his lighter as he held the joint between his lips, holding it at the side of his mouth as he looked towards you.

“I hope you don’t mind me sayin’-” His voice slightly muffled as he kept his lips closed around the filter, “But you don’t really look like the type to be smoking, sweetheart.”

“Isn’t saying that bad for business?” You weren’t sure whether you should be offended or not— whether he was mocking your experience or how you looked, but you supposed he was right. You’d never smoked before in your life.

“Shit, you’re right.” He grinned, holding his hand up to cup around the end of the joint as flicked the zippo to light it. Keeping the stick in his mouth as he inhaled softly, “I’m all for people trying it for the first time anyway, it’s good shit I promise.”

“How’d you know it was my first time?” You raised a brow.

“Just a gut feeling.” He grinned, “I can roll you one just to see if you like it? On me, of course.”

“You always offer people free weed?”

“Nah, only if they’re real pretty.” There he went again calling you pretty, the word had your throat going dry as you tried desperately to calm down.

The alcohol in your system made it easier as you reached over to grab the joint from between his lips, brows furrowed as you held the stick to your lips. Taking a large toke as you tried to hold the smoke in your mouth to push it into your lungs, but your body had other ideas as you began to choke on the smoke. Leaning forward as your throat burned, coughing up the smoke you’d just inhaled as Eddie leaned over to rub soothing circles against your back, his other hand grabbing the stick from between your fingers so you didn’t drop it onto the soft carpet.

“Shit, do you want me to get you a drink, sweetheart?” Eddie moved to stand from the bed, but you reached out to lay your palm flat on his thigh, shaking your head no.

“Please don’t go-” Your voice croaked, “Let me try again.”

“You sure?” Eddie wasn’t so sure, but he’d seen plenty of people who were inexperienced their first time buying so this wasn’t any different- not really.

“Please,” The soft desperate tone to your voice had his soft cock throbbing between his thighs, brown eyes skirting down to your lips before meeting your gaze again as he nodded.

“Alright, sweetheart.” He held the joint up to his lips, “Watch me,” inhaling softly as you watched his adam’s apple bob, the smoke disappearing into his lungs as he held it there for a moment before slowly parting his lips. The dark wisps of smoke began to seep from his mouth and swirl into the air, filling the room with the potent scent of marijuana as you felt yourself becoming woozy from the secondhand smoke.

“You got it?” You nodded as you took the joint back from him, your fingers tingling as they brushed his as you held the stick back to your lips. Closing your eyes to avoid his gaze as you tried again, taking a smaller hit this time as you felt the smoke enter your body. Your chest heaving as it filled your senses, biting on your tongue to fight the urge to cough, not wanting to embarrass yourself again as you felt it slowly flow through your body.

“There you go, I knew you could do it.” Holding it inside you for so long that the vapour began to slowly seep from your nostrils, your brain going cloudy, or maybe it was the smoke in the room as Eddie gave you a big grin.

“So what made you decide to try out my services today?” Eddie grinned as you took another hit of the joint, whether it was to calm your nerves or to mask your awkward silence you weren’t sure.

“Why not?” You replied with a shrug. There was no way you could tell him the real reason- that you had absolutely no interest in trying drugs for the first time, you were just completely smitten with the man in front of you.

Absolutely not.

“Fair enough.” Eddie had no fucking clue why a girl as pretty as you was asking him to buy drugs, not that he was complaining. But it was clear you’d never attempted them before, so it had him wondering why now, why him–

“Shit, baby.” He mumbled as your body fell back onto the bed, your lashes fluttering, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” You slurred, “‘m okay.”

“You come here with friends, sweetheart?” He squeezed your forearm to try and keep your attention, “Boyfriend? Tell me who and I’ll go get ‘em-”

“No,” You scrunched your nose in distaste, not wanting this moment with him to end so soon. You’d been dreaming about being this close to Eddie Munson, and it was finally happening, “Don’t go.”

Eddie watched the way your glossed lips jutted out into a pout as he hovered over you, trying to ignore the heat rising inside him. He was in an empty bedroom with a pretty woman who didn’t want him to leave, and it was you of all people. He was certain you were going steady with one of the guys from the basketball team, or at least that's how it sounded whenever he’d hear them talking about you at their lockers in the morning. But here you were now, wanting him to stay with you?

“Okay, okay. I’m not goin’ anywhere, see?” He squeezed your hand gently as you felt your lashes begin to flutter as your eyes closed, the mixture of drugs and alcohol coaxing you into slumber as you felt yourself beginning to pass out.

“I really like you, Eddie Munson.” You slurred and Eddie felt his heart swell in his chest. You liked him?!

“I didn’t even wanna try stupid drugs, I just wanted to talk to you- but now I’m being all embarrassing.”

“You’re not embarrassing- seriously. The furthest from.” Eddie brought the back of his hand up to stroke against your cheek as you continued to slur your words, the metal of his rings brushing against your skin as you leaned into his touch.

“I didn’t even wanna come to this party, but my friend said you’d be here-”

“Yeah?” Eddie whispered breathlessly, hanging on your every word.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like you too, one of his favourite parts of his day were the times he’d be sitting at the end of his table in the cafeteria that gave him the perfect vantage point of you. Picking your face out of the crowd and sneaking glances over at you when he thought no one was looking, quickly shifting his gaze if it ever met yours. But you were leaps and bounds out of his league, so there was no way he thought you’d ever like him back.

“I picked out this dress and everything for you.”

“All for me?” God, you were so fucking cute.

“Yeah,” You yawned, “All for you, Eddie.” He continued stroking your cheek as your breathing began to shallow, the effects of the drugs taking over. Unsure how much you’d had to drink before you tried weed for the first time as he lay beside you on the queen bed.

Eddie felt like a creep, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when you looked so pretty splayed out for him like this, your glossed lips parted in a delicious pout as he lay on the bed beside you, smoking the final tokes of his joint as he stubbed it out against the expensive-looking bed frame leaving a dark stain against the wood. Turning his attention towards you as he lay a hand on your hip, squeezing softly as he hovered over you. Curly, brown hair framing your face as your hazy eyes glanced up at him

“‘want you,” You slurred, trying to reach up to touch his cheek but instead you tugged at the worn leather of his jacket.

“Yeah? You do?” Eddie replied with a coyness to his voice as he leaned closer, surrounding you with the musky scent of sweat and weed as he let his lips graze yours slightly. Smirking when you tried to lift your head from the soft pillows to meet him and deepen the kiss.

“Please,” You whined, trying feebly to use your grip on his jacket to pull him back down to you and kiss you harder, but to no avail.

“We can’t sweetheart, you’re high.” His eyes softened at the sight of you beneath him as he watched your brows furrow in annoyance.

“I don’t care.” You scoffed, using all your strength to tug his jacket roughly to try and get his lips back on yours.

“Well, I do.” Eddie hated himself for those words leaving his mouth, he was a saint for not giving in immediately and taking everything from you. Eddie the fucking saint. Your needy whines doing nothing to satiate the throb between his thighs, his cock already semi-hard and leaking pre against his boxers. You had no idea what you were doing to him every time you begged him to touch you, to make you feel good. It was taking every single ounce of resolve he had not to pull your panties to the side and slide home. Were you even wearing panties? Your dress had ridden up so much on the bed he could lean back slightly and see for himself—

God, he needed to stop being such a creep.

Your eyes fluttered shut and Eddie stayed beside you biting his bottom lip between his teeth, what the fuck was he supposed to do now?

He didn’t want to leave you on your own to find your friend, he knew exactly who to look for. The loudmouth girl that you were always hanging around with at Hawkins, the one that would pull your attention away from him. But leaving you alone meant leaving you unattended, and that meant anyone could come in and do anything to you.

But there’s no way he could allow that, it was his job— wait. Was it?

He groaned at the thought of touching you like that. Sick, depraved and twisted while you lay there blissfully unaware of anything. His cock throbbing with desire as it begged to be freed from its confines, the thought of your pretty glossed lips wrapped around him had him shamelessly rutting himself against your hip, creating a delicious friction that had him groaning for you.

The other option was staying with you until you woke up, which wouldn’t be so bad– The effects of the weed hopefully wouldn’t last much longer, and he could help you find your way home that way. See, he really was a fucking gentleman staying here. Chivalry at its finest.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He hummed softly, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear, “Gonna stay here 'til you wake up, okay? Gonna take good care of you.”

Your only reply to him were soft breaths as he chanced smoothing his hand along your side, letting it stroke up to the curve of your breasts as his thumb brushed the underside of one. A deep groan rumbled from deep in his chest at the feeling, pushing harder before it moved over your mound to stroke against your soft nipple. Watching as it pebbled under his touch and began to show through the fabric of the dress you were wearing– were you not wearing a bra?

Oh, you minx.

“What were you planning dressed like this pretty girl, hmm?” His eyes rolled as he gave another, harder rut of his hips into your side. Giving his cock some relief as he palmed your breast, fingers dipping into the plush skin as he massaged it beneath his hand. Watching your face intently in case you woke up, your lips now parted in a silent moan, almost like you were enjoying this even though you weren’t coherent.

Eddie was trying his best to be good, trying to lay there patiently beside you until you came to, but your perfume invaded his senses and made it difficult to think, his eyes focused on the way your chest moved in time with your heartbeat, his hand grazing your sternum to feel it beating gently.

“Fuck it,” He mumbled, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours again, tasting your gloss on his tongue as he licked his lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty- shit.” He groaned as one of the straps to your dress fell from your shoulder, Eddie’s hand moving to pull the other one down so he could move the fabric down your body and reveal your naked breasts. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of them as he tried to blink back the hazy fog in his eyes from the weed so he could commit this sight to memory, trying to ingrain it into his brain so he could fuck his fist to the thought of it later.

He reached out to pinch one of your perky nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the peak gently as he tugged at it. Another airy sigh sounded as he moved closer, wrapping his lips around the other one as his tongue swirled around your darkened areola, flicking against the sensitive nub as teeth grazed it. Pulling away as the silvery sheen of his spit glistened in the glow of the bedroom. The light above illuminated your body perfectly as he switched breasts, giving the other one the same attention as you made more pretty sounds that flew directly to his cock.

“Always see you starin’ at me you know, every damn day and I didn’t do shit about it.” He scoffed, pulling away from your chest to look up at your face, “Look at what I was missing out on, huh? Eddie the freak? More like Eddie the fool- didn’t realise it was because you fuckin’ liked me. Me?!”

He kept talking as he leaned forward to press his lips against yours, tasting your lip gloss as his tongue slipped inside your mouth, exploring the new territory as his hands ventured lower. Skimming the soft skin of your inner thigh as it travelled beneath the hem of your skirt.

You’d been smoking weed with him moments earlier on a bed at a random house party. He was virtually a complete stranger, and yet you didn’t seem to mind. Maybe stranger was a stretch though because Eddie Munson knew who you were– seeing you walking around in all those pretty skirts that had him going crazy, fucking his fist to the thought of you more times than he could count. Oh, he definitely knew who you were. But he’d spent so long thinking about you that he’d finally resigned himself to the fact that he was completely out of your league. This is why having you here with him now in such a debauched state had his cock soaking his boxers and his heart beating a mile a minute.

His thumb brushed against the crotch of your panties, sucking a hiss through his teeth when he felt just how wet you were, cupping your sex to feel you through your panties. You were so warm. His filthy mind instantly going to how you would feel wrapped around his cock, your tight little pussy clamping down around him and trying to milk him of his release— and god, he’d give it to you. He’d give you everything.

Biting back a groan as he ran his thumb along the heat of your slit through the thin fabric as he found your hole. Pressing down against it through your panties as he felt the way your body reacted to him, your walls greedily trying to suck him into your depths as the tip of his thumb went as deep as it could through the material barrier.

“So needy,” He grinned, pushing the hem of your dress up to bunch around your hips so he could see you. The cute cotton panties you wore were a stark contrast to the dress you’d chosen for the party, making you seem far more innocent than you appeared. Your thighs shifted as Eddie paused his movements, his hands pulling back from you in an instant as his brown eyes remained trained on your face– looking for any signs you were waking up.

“Look at what you’re doin’ to me, sweetheart.” He groaned, taking one of your hands to press your palm against his crotch, panting as he felt your hand against his hard length, “This is all your fault.”

Eddie leaned forward, wrapping his fingers beneath the hem of your panties as he dragged them down your thighs. Slipping them over the heels you were wearing as he took the opportunity to look at the stained fabric, the sheen of your slick glistening against the crotch as he hummed in appreciation. Unable to resist raising them to his nose to inhale the scent of you, his eyes almost rolling back at the smell as his hips jerked, his cock finding subtle friction against the denim of his jeans. Stuffing the pair into his back pocket as he turned his attention back to you, brown eyes focused on your bare pussy as he moved a hand beneath your knee to spread you further. Seeing the silvery lines of your slick that stuck to your outer labia, before he immediately shifted onto his stomach between your thighs to get a closer look.

“Gotta be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” He mumbled, leaning forward to lick a long, languid swipe along your slit.

So what if it was the only pussy he’d ever seen? He’d watched enough seedy pornos and read enough dirty magazines to know that you were gorgeous. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you here beneath him right now, and you’d been looking for him too?

Eddie moaned at the taste of you, savouring it before he repeated the movement, this time lingering on your clit as he let the flat pad of his tongue swipe against you. Your taste did nothing but fuel the fire that burned deep inside him, crude, messy slurping sounds filling the room as he began to feast on your cunt. Eddie could’ve sworn you were moaning, even in your intoxicated state. Practically purring for him as he kept his eyes fixed on you from between your thighs, salving his tongue against your clit before moving to dip the tip of it into your tight little hole, crudely slurping at your essence as he followed the trail of it as it dribbled down towards your ass, letting his tongue shamelessly press against your asshole as his tongue circled the tight rim.

“Gonna take every single one of your little holes and make them mine, sweetheart. Make you all mine.” He growled, his hips rutting against the bed to try and give his cock some stimulation as he moved his hands to the apex of your thighs, thumbs reaching out to spread you open for him as he moved back up your slit. His nose bumped your clit before his lips wrapped around it, pulling it into his mouth as he sucked hard. Eddie was practically drooling as a mixture of his spit and your slick dribbled down his chin, fingers slipping between your thighs to join him as he slipped his middle finger inside your tight heat to the thick ring that sat at the base. Immediately curling it as he began to pump it in and out of your tight heat while sucking your clit.

Bullying his index finger in beside his middle one as he felt your tightness begin to stretch around his fingers, his rings clanging together as he set a slow, steady pace. Deliberately flicking his wrist to try and find that spongy place inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars, wondering if you could feel this in your slumber, if it felt good– Wishing you were awake so that he could see your pretty eyes and hear your reactions, but Eddie Munson wasn’t a greedy man. He’d take what he could get, and for now? This was more than enough.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Eddie groaned as he felt your walls beginning to clench around his fingers as he began to scissor them inside you, stretching you out to try and prepare you for his cock. You had absolutely no idea in your drunken state the effect you were having on him, his hips jerking against the mattress to give himself some stimulation to his neglected cock, your slick dribbling down his fingers and sticking to his rings. The metal clinked together with each pump as he increased the pace, wondering if he’d be able to make you cum like this– when you were in such a compromising position. The sight of your pretty lips parted in a near-constant moan spurred him on further, pressing the calloused pads of his fingers against the spot inside you that he knew would have you coming undone in moments.

“Come on, baby.” He goaded, “Wanna feel you cum on my face.”

Eddie felt your inner walls begin to flutter around his digits, his tongue still lashing at your clit as he increased his pace. Your thighs shook as your orgasm began to surge through you, your walls clenching around his fingers as you came undone. A large palm moved up to press against your abdomen to stop you from writhing away from him as he continued pumping his digits in and out of your pulsing sex, moving his lips back from your clit so he could look up at your face as he languidly pumped his digits inside your heat.

“Fuck, yeah.” He grunted, slipping his fingers from your tight heat as he watched your little hole flutter around nothing in the aftershocks of your climax. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand before greedily slipping his fingers coated with your slick into his mouth to clean them off as he stared down at you. Giving his hips a final rut against the mattress before he couldn’t wait any longer, he had to have you.

All of you.

Fiddling with his belt he unbuckled it and let it stay in the loops of his jeans, leaving it hanging as he unbuttoned the stiff denim. Dipping his fingers into the hem of his boxers to pull them down with his jeans until the material sat around the curve of his ass. Just enough to free his aching cock, the heavy weight of it hanging down towards his thigh as he exhaled at the relief of finally freeing it from its confines.

Taking a deep breath as he wrapped a calloused palm around himself, giving it a teasing pump as he rolled his wrist around the tip of his cock to smear his pre-cum down his length. Leaning forward to drag the swollen, reddened head through your folds. Coating himself with your slick as the tip brushed against your puffy clit, a breathless moan escaping your lips at the sensation.

“Bet you’ve got no idea how pretty you are, huh?” Eddie groaned as the tip of his cock caught against your tight hole, even in your intoxicated state your body was still eagerly trying to drag him in, “That why you here with me, hm?”

He let the weight of his cock drop against your pelvis as he repositioned your thighs, raising them up to lay over the top of his as he angled your hips. Nostrils flaring at the sight of his length on top of you as it indicated just how deep he’d end up inside your pretty pussy.

Manoeuvring you, he pressed the tip of his cock back against your entrance. Taking a deep breath to calm himself before slowly beginning to ease his hips forward, brown eyes looking down at where your bodies were connected as he watched himself slowly disappear inside your silky depths.

“Get it together, Munson.” He groaned as he felt your walls beginning to constrict around him, so much tighter than his fist would ever be as he tried to steady his breathing, not wanting things to end before they’d even begun.

Eddie didn’t know if he’d ever have this opportunity with you ever again, wondering if you’d wake up sober and regret flirting with him in the first place. It wasn’t every day that he had a girl— especially one as pretty as you, thinking about him. He had to make the most of this moment as it presented itself to him, and at least if anything he’d have the cherished memories of you.

What the fuck did you see in him anyway?

Eddie clenched his teeth as he canted his hips forward, burying more of his thick cock inside your tight cunt. Feeling your walls clenching around him as he leaned forward, edging deeper inside you as his hands fisted the sheets beneath you.

“‘m gonna fuckin’ ruin you, sweetheart.” He goaded, his balls snug against your ass as he buried himself inside you to the hilt. Choking back a groan as he felt every inch of his cock surrounded by your slick heat, cherishing the sensation for a moment as he felt the subtle tremble of your walls around him.

Languidly pulling his hips back as his cock left your depths, your slick coating him and leaving a glistening sheen against his length as he looked down between your bodies. Moving his hands to your thighs as he kept you spread open, adjusting himself as he drove forward, setting a steady pace, “Look at you- your greedy little pussy just suckin’ me in.”

As he thrust his hips forward he heard you exhale softly, your lashes fluttering as you opened your eyes to squint up at him, the bright bedroom lights obscuring your vision as you tried to blink to adjust to it. The blunt head of his cock was the only part buried inside you as he stopped his movements, frozen at first as he waited with bated breath for your reaction. Heart thumping against his ribcage as he tried to think of an excuse for why he’d been balls deep seconds earlier.

“Ed?” You mumbled, hands reaching out for him as he smiled down at you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He cooed, “There you are.”

“What’s? What are you doing-” You shifted your hips and accidentally pushed more of his cock inside you, making a husky whine leave your lips. Voice laced with sleep as you felt pressure in your pelvis.

“You said you wanted me, baby. Remember?” He smiled softly, petting your cheek as you tried to remember your conversation.

You’d been lying on the bed beside him, his hand on your hip as you smoked a joint for the first time. You remembered telling him that you’d been looking for him all night, and he’d leaned forward to kiss you. Of course, you’d told him you wanted him—

“‘m sorry I fell asleep,” You mumbled with a pout.

“It’s okay, angel. You’re here with me now, aren’tcha?”

“Yeah- oh, Eddie.” You slurred, feeling the weeping head of his cock begin to breach your tightness as he shifted his hips, your body jolting as he pushed himself inside. Staying still to give you a moment to adjust before moving his hips forward to give you more, burying more of his length inside your wet heat, “Hurts.” You scrunched your nose at the sensation.

“I know, baby. I know.” He cooed down at you sympathetically, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your thighs, “You’re doing so good though, such a good girl for me.”

You keened at the praise, Eddie feeling your walls clenching around him at his words as he lazily rocked his hips into you. Feeling the heat of your slit against his pelvis as he let you adjust to his size.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned, your thighs locked on either side of his hips as he splayed his hands against your sides, just beneath the swell of your breasts. Giving a quick, sharp thrust as he watched them bounce from the momentum, pulling more pretty sounds from your throat, “You okay if I move now, yeah?”

You nodded in response, your hands wrapping around his forearms as he began a quick pace. The crude squelch of him slipping in and out of your tight cunt filled the room as you felt your entire body heat up in embarrassment.

“You hear that? How wet your sloppy pussy is for me?” Eddie grinned as he deliberately gave slow thrusts so you could hear the lewd noises that were coming from your body. Your hands moved to try and cover your face from embarrassment as he hovered over you to pull your hands away.

“Don’t do that, pretty girl. Let me see you-” Pulling your hands away as your flushed face stared up at him, pearly tears clinging to your thick lashes as you tried to blink them back to clear your vision. But everything just felt so intense-

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He continued, listening to the mumbled “uh-huh” that left your lips as he continued his ministrations, “That’s it- show me how good Eddie makes you feel, yeah?”

You whined when you felt the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, the angle he had your body at was perfect to piston into it with each forward rut of his hips. The bulging veins running along the length of his cock dragged against your inner walls perfectly as you cried out for him, touching you in places that your fingers could never hope to reach, making you feel so full.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” He continued talking, his voice doing nothing to satiate the ache between your thighs, “Sucking me in so good, sweetheart. Feel me nice and deep, yeah?”

Your only answer was a moan as you tried to fight the fatigue that was begging to set in, trying to coax you back to slumber as Eddie continued fucking into your sloppy pussy.

“How many guys you done this with, huh?” Eddie asked, trying to keep it sounding casual, but really he wanted to know how many other men had the pleasure of being balls deep inside your perfect pussy.

“None-” You gasped as you felt him hit that special spot inside you with the tip of his cock, “Just you, Eddie.”

There you went again, saying his name like that. His chest swelling with pride that he was the only one that had been inside you, the only one to feel you like this. You were like the perfect little cocksleeve, made to take his cock.

“That’s right, you’re all mine, aren’t you?” He grinned, his hand moving to wrap around your neck as he squeezed softly. Your eyes rolled back at the motion as he moved his hand lower, stroking against your sternum before palming a handful of your bouncing breasts. Trying to commit everything to memory. Every time his hips pulled back it was as though you were trying to suck him back in, your pussy desperate to be filled with his fat cock.

“You ever touch yourself, sweetheart?” He continued, the question had your heart racing. You couldn’t count the number of times you’d touched yourself to the thought of Eddie Munson.

“Yeah,” You breathed, staring up at the ceiling.

“You got toys, or do you use these pretty fingers?” He grinned, lifting your hand to press a kiss against your four fingers, squeezing gently as he eagerly awaited your answer.

“I- just my fingers.” You gasped.

“Bet my cock feels better than your fingers, huh?” He grinned, “Your pussy seems to think so.”

It did, it felt so much better than you could've ever imagined. Each night you touched yourself to the thought of him never compared to the pleasure you were feeling right now in this moment, the scorching heat between your thighs was overwhelming, as he managed to touch places inside you that you’d never felt before. Certain you’d never be able to pleasure yourself again without him, you’d become entirely dependent on Eddie Munson.

“You feel that? Your pussy's suckin’ me back in every time,” He grunted, “Such a slut.”

You whined at the name, biting onto one of your glossed lips as he hovered over you, his curly hair tickling your bare skin as he fucked you into the shape of his cock, “You my slutty girl?”

“Yes,” You gasped, exhaling harshly as he hit the same spot inside you again. The room felt hot, your skin clammy as you surrounded yourself with the scent of him, the scent of musky sweat paired with cheap cologne and the smoke from weed and cigarettes filled your senses as your back arched from the bed.

“Say it-” He growled, his hands travelling lower as they settled on your hips.

“I’m your slutty girl.” You slurred, your thighs squeezing around him as you felt yourself approaching your release, certain you wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. Especially at the pace that Eddie had set, every single cant of his hips had him filling you to the brim.

“Yeah, you are.” He grinned, each word punctuated with a harsh rut of his hips, “I can feel you getting tighter, angel. You gonna cum for me?”

“Fuck, Eddie.” You bit down on your lower lip hard, the coil inside you tightening as he continued his rough pace, reaching out for something to hold onto as your hands fisted in the soft fabric of his shirt, wrinkling it beneath your fingers as he continued rutting his hips into you.

White spots began to blanket your vision as a loud cry of his name left your lips, suddenly thankful for the loud bass of the music downstairs that would hopefully muffle your cries. Not wanting anyone to walk in and see you in such a compromising position. Eddie’s pace was unrelenting as he fucked you through your climax, feeling the way your walls trembled around him as you rode out your orgasm.

“Look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum,” He snarled, shifting his hips to change the angle of his thrusts for his benefit, chasing his own release as he fucked into your spent body. Feeling him throb inside you as his fingers dug into your hips bruisingly, definitely leaving marks. The crude sound of skin slapping against skin continued to reverberate around the bedroom as Eddie’s thrusts became sloppier, teetering on the edge of his own climax.

Catching you off guard as he slipped his fingers between your connected bodies to press messy circles against your clit, your hands instantly moving to his wrist to try and pull him away, the sensation too much– too overwhelming as you began to wriggle beneath him.

“Eddie, please. I can’t-” You warbled, feeling fresh tears beginning to pool in your lash line as he smirked down at you.

“Just gimme one more, sweetheart. I know you can do it- wanna feel you when I cum.” He goaded you, his fingers unrelenting against your puffy clit.

“- s’too much.” You whined, your body betraying you as you felt yourself skirting on the edge of your climax, your toes curling in your heels as Eddie drove you towards another orgasm.

“That’s not what your pussy's saying, sweetheart. Can feel her squeezin’ me.” He laughed, “Come on, sweet girl. Just let go-”

“Oh my- god,” You cried out, your legs trembled as they clenched around his hips, your body thrashing against the bed as Eddie sent you into another climax, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to find a second to catch your breath. Everything felt so visceral, too intense-

“Fuck, that’s it. Good girl.” He growled, his hand moving from your clit to slip beneath the curve of your knee, pushing your legs up towards your chest as he shamelessly looked down at where your bodies were connected. Watching his cock disappear inside your sloppy pussy as he noticed the milky rings of slick around the base of his length, matted into his dark pubes as he let out a low groan of your name, “Gonna fill this sloppy pussy with my cum-”

It was then you realised that Eddie wasn’t wearing a condom, your eyes snapping open as you tried to push back on his chest, “Eddie, a condom- not inside- please.” You stumbled over your words as the pleasure made it difficult to think.

“I- fuck, jesus-” His jaw dropped open as a fierce groan vibrated from deep in his chest, spilling wet, hot ropes of cum into your pulsing cunt. Continuing a sloppy pace as he rode out his release, each roll of his hips fucked his cum deeper inside your spasming hole. Pressing a soft kiss to the side of your knee as he came to a stop, preserving the final throbs of your cunt as you continued fluttering around him in the aftershocks of your climax.

“Sorry. I was gonna pull out, but you felt so good.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before he began to slowly pull himself out of your warmth. The mixture of yours and his cum began to seep out of you and dripped onto the ruined sheets beneath you. His cock glistened in the light of the room with your release as he used the tip of his softening cock to push some of the mixture back inside your sensitive hole. A soft whine left your lips as you tried hard to stay awake, sleep doing its best to captivate you as Eddie continued to look at your dripping pussy, watching his cum begin to trickle down towards your asshole. 

“Eddie, don’t stare.” You mumbled, feeling embarrassment swirling inside you.

“How can I not when you look like this, sweetheart.” His ringed fingers moved down to play with the mixture, catching it as it dribbled down your slit and pushing it back into your quivering hole as your body pushed it back out again.

“You sleepin’ again, angel?” He hummed, moving back from the bed to start tugging his pants back up as he tucked his soft cock back inside his boxers. 

“No,” You replied, but your eyelids became heavy. Feeling them beginning to droop shut as Eddie’s hands began to pull the straps of your dress back up to cover your naked chest, tugging the hem down as he shrugged his jacket off to wrap it around your shoulders. 

some fun stuff about xander:

he’s a punkass

probably has a drug/alcohol problem

since he’s basically never been told no in his life, he’s got a real problem with authority

smokes like a chimney

likes to play pranks

if he wasn’t a prince, he wouldn’t be the “bring home to mom and dad type” but since he IS a prince, he usually gets a pass with the parents.

not at all pleased with his current location/situation.

It had felt like a near burning sensation, as the liquid trickled down his throat ever so slowly. This would have marked if first, no, his fifth glass within the passed hour and half. The constant refills, the constant want to take in as much as his body was able to handle had become Zachary's want. It was not his wish to be drunk, but his wish to simply forget the actions that would come of the night. A party was meant for one to let lose, find the pure enjoyment with the countless other unknown beings around. 

"What do you mean I am drunk?" Zachary questioned, his eyes blurring up from the lack of focus. His hand now released its hold on his glass and moved forward to a raised palm in front of his face. "What is this?" He questioned, a part of his mind still functioning normally enough to understand that what was present. They seemed strange, an alien sort of substance that Zachary never dared to try himself. A most, he was afraid of what would come to his body if he inhaled or shallowed something other than alcohol or smoke. 

His friend had not responded, but instead, patted the back in which already ached from uncomfortably sitting in a chair for an hour. Zachary reluctantly snatched the pill from his friends palm, popping it into his mouth with no other word. This would be the first time, despite never admitting it to the rest     the group had known regardless and Zachary had not minded the fact. 

It had not taken long before the pill floated towards his stomach, sinking into the acid and overtaking what was left of Zachary's distorted mind. His eyes rolled around in his head, the boy unable to raise to his feet. The room begun to spin uncontrollably, Zachary retorted to holding his head between his arms. A loud pounding had caused a loud screeched to echo in his mind. Why had it felt as if a ton of bricks were crashing in on him? He was told that drugs were meant to be fun, enjoyable at the most. Though what Zachary felt was far from such. 

No one spoke. No one moved. They remained motionless on the ground, all under the trance of their own. In this moment, Zachary had wished to could turn back the clock, perhaps thought before acted. Despite caring for the little friends he had, Zachary was not this unintelligent. There was a future ahead for him, not quite the brightest future, but not one in which he saw himself dead. That was what this would have led him to      even though he smoked which was quite a contradictory towards his thoughts, Zachary never wished to speak of that topic      and no one would care for his disappearance. Still Zachary cared to be the one alive, one to to grow old and get a job, marry someone and have children of his own. Perhaps then he would finally have a true life of his own.

Put his trance was not yet over, the pounding growing deeper and deeper in his head. It had turned to the moment in which Zachary wanted to throw his head into the wall in hopes it would calm his sore brain. Though Zachary remained still in his chair, wimping out in pain while the rest of the group chuckled out of their own hallucinations.