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'can i borrow your bed?'

perv!eddie x reader

summary: you just got your first vibrator and are eager to try it out, but your house has thin walls and no privacy. luckily, your best friend eddie has graciously offered his room to you.

warnings: masturbation (f and m), use of a dildo (obviously), mutual pining, a lil bit of voyeurism.

a/n: here you go, lovelies. especially @prettyboyeddiemunson who encourages my dirty thoughts and @izzyxplr (if anyone else wants to be tagged in future stuff just let me know) <3

You knocked on the door. It was the first time in years that you'd done that. Wayne insisted on you just walking in and making yourself at home, and as for Eddie, he was either listening to or making music way too loud to hear your tapping. One time, you had to go to his open window and throw an empty soda can at him to get his attention.

You prayed he'd have just as hard a time hearing you today.

As you waited for Eddie to answer the door, you wondered if you had time to go back to your car and drive off. It was too much to ask. He'd just said yes to be nice, but really he was uncomfortable. It had come up after you'd both been smoking... maybe a little more than you should have. You were pent up, irritated.

"You know, I haven't had sex in over a year."

He'd burst out laughing.

"Poor you, Y/N. Me neither."

"I'm so frustrated I actually bought a vibrator. Not that I've had the chance to use it."

Eddie had perked up at that. You parents were always home, either one or the other. And that thing was loud. It was borderline pornographic; even the buzz of it turned you on. The only reason you'd told Eddie about your little problem was the slim chance that he might take pity on you. God, so desperate you'd take a pity fuck from your best friend? Then again, you'd accept any reason he had for him to touch you.

One thing had led to another, like most things did with the two of you, and the night had ended in Eddie offering you the privacy of his own room. And you'd accepted.

Eddie opened the door, looking as if he had been in the middle of something. A thin sheen of sweat covered him. He had his dark curls pulled back into a messy bun, strands clinging to his throat. He was wearing a beaten white tee, the sleeves ripped off, and a pair of stonewashed jeans torn at the knees. He flashed you a smile.

"You're early. Are you that eager?"

It might have been just a joke -- everything was a joke with him -- but you still felt your cheeks heat up at the accusation. It was all you could think about that morning, your new vibrator weighing heavy in your bag. You had a little knot in your belly, which flipped and clenched with anticipation. Every bump in the road to his trailer sent shocks through you and made you clench your thighs.

"I, uh..." You cleared your throat.

Eddie stepped aside, letting you in. "Sorry," he laughed, shutting the door behind you. "Didn't mean to make things awkward. You're still alright with this, yeah?"

You nodded. "Only if you are."

He shoved one hand in his pocket while the other gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. "Well, I'm planning a long walk around the neighbourhood. See whose Christmas decorations are still up and all that. And I'll be in good company." He withdrew a new pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "So, take as long as you need."

"I'll keep the door locked until I'm done. Deal?"

He seemed so nonchalant. So cool about something that was very much not cool. You gripped the strap of your bag with both hands as he nodded and tugged his sneakers on.

"Deal," he said. "And relax, will you?"

"Huh?"

Eddie grinned and opened the new pack. "You're shaking like a leaf, Y/N. If you wanna have a good time, you have to relax. Nobody's walking in on you, okay?"

You took a deep breath. He was right. "Okay."

He put a cigarette between his lips and stepped outside. You heard the door lock behind, and it shook in its frame when he tested it to make sure it was shut firm. You wasted no time, stepping out of your shoes and heading to his bedroom.

It seemed you had interrupted something. You'd never seen Eddie's room so clean. His records were in their sleeves and placed in boxes, his cassettes stacked, and the bed -- God, it was made. You half expected to throw the comforter back to find rose petals and a bottle of champagne. Tingles rushed through you. He really did care about you having a good time.

You undressed, first quickly, stumbling out of your skirt. Then you took a breath. Relax. You undid your shirt, spending time on each button, feeling your skin as you exposed inch after inch. You shivered under your own touch. Over a month of trying to find the privacy. Finally, it was time.

You sat down on the edge of his bed and slipped one hand into your bag. It wasn't large or gaudy. You wanted something compact, subtle. Something gentle for your first toy. And this was perfect. You turned it on and off, testing the three intensity settings, your thighs clenching at the sound of it. You flopped down onto your back. Head against his pillows. You forced yourself to put the toy down beside you, feeling yourself first. Hands skating up your sides, down your thighs, over your tits, scratching your nails over your bra cups.

Hopefully, it's a long walk.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

It had been five minutes and one cigarette before Eddie came sprinting back to the trailer. Sure, he knew that Y/N was in there and needed privacy. But what if Wayne came back early? He had a key and every right to be there. Eddie cringed at the thought of his uncle walking in and hearing... that. Y/N would never forgive him.

So he came running back, deciding to guard the trailer until you unlocked the door. He parked himself on the front step, elbows on his knees, and waited.

Eddie tried to think about his plans for that night. The guys were getting together for a practice sesh at five, and he still needed to finish hammering out the last details for Hellfire's next session. They'd leveled up, and he wanted something to test their mettle.

But the more he tried not to think about you in there, the more his mind turned to it.

How could he say no to you? It was a terrible problem to have -- one he never had to worry about, given how often Wayne was gone. More than that, you were his best friend. And even more than that...

Eddie rubbed his chin. The thought of you laying in his bed, writhing, moaning, pumping that vibrator in and out of your hot, soaked --

He shut his eyes. No. He wouldn't think about that. It wasn't right, in fact it was selfish, using the opportunity to think of you that way. Not that thinking of you that way was anything new to him. But just the thought had desire stirring deep in his belly, his face heating up. He stood up, stretching. Maybe he could walk around the trailer, keep his mind off of it.

But as he rounded the far side, where his trailer faced the woods that stood between the park and the main road, he heard it. That singular buzzing that made his heart stutter and his cock twitch. Unmistakable. He found himself beside the window to his bedroom, the thin drapes drawn but the window cracked open to let out the stifling heat.

Eddie stopped. It was wrong, so, so wrong. But that only made it more fun. He had his back to the trailer, and turned his head just a fraction of an inch. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see your silhouette, stretched languid on the bed.

And you were... Oh, God.

You let the tip brush your nipple, which stiffened to a hard peak at the vibrating touch. You let out a gasp, your free hand playing with your other tit as you circled your nipple with the vibrator. It was on the lowest setting, and already it sent thrills through you. It wasn't the same, but you imagined someone's tongue teasing your stiff peak. Licking, flicking, twisting, biting.

His ringed fingers on your sides, keeping you still.

Fuck. You didn't want to think about Eddie. But you were surrounded by him. His clothes, his music, is scent. You turned your head, your nose pressing into his pillow, inhaling the smell of his shampoo. God, it was wrong. But it felt so good.

You couldn't hold back any longer. One hand grazed down your body until you reached your clit, two fingers spreading your folds. You were already so wet, but you needed more. You brought the vibrator to your lips and dipped it into your mouth, wetting it, as far as your throat would allow. You moaned around it, pretending it was him.

And the second you withdrew it, you touched it to your clit and gasped.

Electric shocks shot through you, a wave of pleasure rising and crashing over you. You let out a groan that turned into a sigh. You spread your legs wider, lifting your clitoral hood and grazing it again, this time just on the side. You couldn't control the moan that fell from your lips. You cunt clenched around nothing, begging for something to squeeze.

Soon, you promised yourself, forcing your ass back down onto the bed -- when had you lifted it? You circled your clit, one way and then the other, pausing where it felt the best. Knots tightened and undid in your belly, your heart racing. It felt as good as an orgasm, and you weren't even close to finishing.

Everything fell away from your consciousness. All you could focus on was that feeling, that buzzing, clenching, gushing, convulsing between your legs.

Eddie had his back against the trailer, palming himself through his jeans. He'd tried to resist, to keep that one boundary uncrossed. But the second you shoved that toy in your mouth and moaned around it, he went from semi- to rock-hard in less than three seconds and had to relieve some of the pressure.

He bit down on his lip, forcing back a groan as he rolled his hips, grinding into his hand. You had your back arched, your chest heaving, perfect tits catching the slat of sunlight that peeked in.

"Oh my God," you exhaled, the pitch of your moans growing higher, higher. "Oh my God, ohmygod..."

Eddie tipped his head back, eyes shut now. He didn't have to watch anymore -- God help him if he was caught. All he needed were the sounds you were making. Your quick, gasping breaths. Your groans, your cusses, your panting. The buzz of the vibrator as it went up one setting.

"Fu-fuck!" you stammered. "God, yes."

Eddie wanted to burst in. To bust open the door and climb on top of you, to show you that if you thought that was good, his mouth could do even better. He licked his lips and squeezed his erection through his pants, aching for more friction.

"More," you gasped, begging yourself to push further. Eddie turned his head and opened his eyes.

You slid the vibrator between your folds, and with a little stinging that quickly turned from pain to pleasure, pushed it inch by delicious inch inside of you. You couldn't decide whether to spread your legs further or squeeze them together. Your knees buckled, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

Your toes curled, one hand clenching the sheets as you dipped the vibrator in and out, slowly, savouring the filthy, wet sounds.

You didn't mean to picture him. But being stretched like that, laying back in his bed, knowing that he knew just what you were doing at that moment, you couldn't help but imagine him leaning over you, grunting with every slow, hard thrust --

"Eddie," you whispered, turning back to muffle your cries in a pillow as white-hot pleasure exploded in your belly and rippled out from you, making your whole body go fuzzy. You slammed the button, forcing the vibrator to its highest setting as you rode out wave after wave as it crashed over you.

All at once, it was too much. Your whole body twitched, overstimulated. You turned the vibrator off and, slowly, pulled out. Wetness gushed between your legs and -- unbeknownst to you -- pooled on the bed.

Lick it. God, please lick it. Half of him was ashamed of the thought, but the other half chanted it like a prayer. Eddie covered his mouth, biting a knuckle as you lifted the vibrator to your lips once again, swallowing it.

"Fuck," he breathed.

You laid there for a few moments, and he could hear you catching your breath. He slipped a hand into his pants, fighting back a moan at the contact and readjusting himself so that he didn't have an obvious boner when you answered the door.

It felt like hours before you unlocked the door, and he was halfway through another cigarette, sitting on the step, when you did. He glanced over his shoulder. Cool, be cool.

"Was it everything they say it is?"

You nodded, and did that cute thing where you tucked your chin down to hide your smile.

"Thanks again," you said, but he barely heard you. You said your goodbyes, and your legs wobbled as you walked back to your car.

If it were up to him, you wouldn't be able to walk at all.

The second you drove off, he stamped out his cigarette and went inside. It was cooler in the trailer, but his skin was burning hot. His shirt was off before he even got to the bedroom. He went over to his records, ready to put one on to mute the sounds he'd make just in case Wayne came home.

Then he stopped. Eddie's gaze slid to his bed, a record in his hands. There was a wet spot on his bed.

Fuck. This was bad. Disgusting.

His pants and boxers pooled at his feet, one knee on the bed, one hand balancing him while he stroked his cock. His tip was bright red, swollen, and soaked. The bed was still warm in places, especially the wet spot. He ground into it, one hand gathering the sheets to rut into them.

Eddie shut his eyes, imagining you cumming around his cock. Soaking it. He let out a high-pitched moan, gnawing at his lower lip at the thought of you licking your juices off of his cock.

He had both knees on the bed now, holding the sheets around his erection, moving his hips as if he were slamming into you. He replayed your moans in his head, every oh God and more. Just minutes earlier, you were here, soaking his sheets.

That thought undid him. Eddie choked on his next moan, hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum shot out, ruining his sheets even more. He let the sheets fall, looking at the mess he'd made but not seeing it. All Eddie could see was you, laying underneath him, mouth open and tongue out.

Let me lick it. God, please, let me lick it.

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emuhhg · 2 years ago

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❀ ‘ 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬₊˚.༄ ೃ -

─◌✰್ carmen berzatto x fem!reader

─◌✰್ no smoking zones may be fun.

─◌✰್ 1128

─◌✰್ public sex, masturbation, cigarettes, oral

─◌✰್ a bit out of comfort bc new writing character but hopefully you guys enjoy

She wanted to rub herself all over him. Blue eyes and dark curls kissed his handsome face. And she envied who he was. The subway car rattled as it shipped the two of them in the direction of home or some place resembling it. He sat across from her, reading something by Ann Rice. If only he knew his eyes scoured the words of her favorite author. Finally he put the book down and stuffed it back into his black carryall. Out came the hernthols and a spark that caught her eye.

"No smoking," She said, half-heartedly.

She pointed to the sign above the doors. His glance stirred her heart and she had to touch her chest to make sure it wouldn't burst. He put his lighter back into the pocket of his dark denim jacket and smoothly removed the cigarette from his mouth. He licked his full bottom lip and stared at her through the cloud of smoke between them as if he were about to say something. But he remained silent and beautiful.

She crossed her legs and felt her pussy moistening beneath her skirt. It was one of those days where, for some strange reason, She decided against wearing panties. The warmth between her legs concentrated at every cloud he blew. Her eyes remained on him and his were locked on hers. For laughs, She slowly uncrossed her legs and spread them just enough so he could see the lush beckoning him to come forth.

He took another puff and smiled with challenge in his eyes. At that, She began unbuttoning her black, silk blouse, never taking her eyes off of his. She let the blouse fall off her shoulders and started massaging her breasts. Either it was getting warmer in the subway car or the vulnerability of her exposed skin was turning her on.

She felt her thighs and pulled her skirt up around her waist with her hands. Everything was exposed to him. her nipples started tingling and she could feel them harden as a draft caressed them for a second. She moved her hand down to her pussy and felt around as she spread her legs even wider. The wetness seemed to flow like honey as she rubbed her clit. Her pussy quivered when she imagined how it would feel if his cock slid into it. She could just feel her flaps desperately sucking in at the thought of it. He saw this and smiled. She knew his cock was beginning to rub against his jeans.

So she slid her middle finger in and felt her pussy take hold of it. She went further and then withdrew. Then she smiled directly at him and placed two fingers inside and withdrew. her pussy was so wet, She could've taken more, but she didn't want to scare him. So after she withdrew the third finger, She arched her back and slid forward so he could get a closer look at the glistening slit that begged to be fucked. She stuck her tongue out slightly and began to rub her clit again. She could hear her pussy kissing itself and she watched him stare at it from five feet away.

By then he finished his cigarette and came over to her. He knelt down and buried his mouth in her warm pussy. It felt so good she wanted to scream, but she kept the code of silence. Only

occasional groans of pleasure were let out. He licked the outside of her wet pussy and filled in the hole with his warm tongue, moving it around and sucking it back out. She placed her legs about his shoulders and brought him in closer to where he could slide his hands up and down her ass and grasp her tits. While he rubbed his mouth all over her pussy She watched him bring his eyes up to hers. The exchange sent fire through her veins and She knew right there that she wanted him to fuck her.

She brought her legs down and unfastened his belt. He stood up and threw his denim jacket to the floor of the car. She unzipped his pants and brought out his thick, hard cock. She rubbed the tip and placed the small amount of pre-cum on the tip of her tongue. He closed his eyes for the first time and bit his blushing lips while she surveyed the rest of his hardened dick with her tongue. Finally, without warning, She plunged his dick into her mouth and let the tip touch the uvula at the back of her mouth. She could feel his warmth throbbing within. She released it from her mouth and looked up at him, his eyes now looking down at her.

"Can I fuck you?" he breathed, his eyes pleading.

Her pussy was so wet and they both knew they were about to come, so she held his cock in her hand and teased the tip by blowing on it. He grunted with pleasure and then put his hands to her waist to turn her around. He wanted her from behind. This made her even wetter and her heart beat so rapidly that it almost hurt.

She held onto the back of the subway seat and stared at their reflection through the window. Sparks from the rail lit up the graffiti-laced tunnel they were being propelled through. He took advantage of her distraction and pushed his cock into her. She groaned with delight and felt him feeding his dick far back into the depths of her. He then began to pump his cock back and forth. His speed became so fast and intense that she couldn't hold herself back any longer. His cock rubbed against every thing She could feel inside her and her clit quivered as his balls slammed up against it. He began to grunt at each thrust and she felt him about to release his load inside of her. She watched him through the glass as he winced his deep blue eyes and held onto her so close it was hard to breath. His cock so deep inside of her, She gasped when she felt him shoot his hot cum through her. She gave in and came also in a sweet release of ecstasy.

He slid out of her after a pause and sighed. They both smiled, challenge in their eyes, as they watched each other get dressed. For the remainder of the ride, they sat across from each other, staring. He lit another cigarette and offered it to her. Taking it between her lips, She enjoyed the taste of her pussy that was now in his hermory. The car came to a stop. She stood up and exited alone through the sliding doors.

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emuhhg · 2 years ago

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learning in public

pairing. carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto x female! reader

an. well. what can i say. white boy of the month :/ porn without plot :/ an absolute thirst post of epic proportions :/ the bear is tv at it’s finest and while this is literally filth, i cradle the show like a baby bird and give it sweet kisses. i dont know if anyone is going to read, but if you do, pls comment and reblog if u liked<3 (@ohcapfics for my latest fic updates)

synopsis. you didn’t think he’d enjoy it that much. didn’t think he’d want more, too.

warnings. 18+ ONLY. you copy my shit, i’ll find out. female receiving oral and fingering, semi public sex, hair pulling, spit as lube and mentions of panic attacks.

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emuhhg · 2 years ago

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Me on tumblr search bar looking for fics:

hmm..who am I going to be in love with today?

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warnings: eddie masturbating, pet names

Thinking about the way Eddie’s head rolls back when he squeezes at the tip of his leaking, hard cock. His eyes are squeezed shut, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his chest flushed a light red. The only thing on his mind? You.

Your body laying against his, your fingers tracing over the lines of his tattoos. His hair stands up, and goosebumps coat his skin at the thought. The littlest things about you make him a puddle.

He loves it when you’re on your knees for him, mouth wide open with your tongue hanging out. You look so perfect, waiting for him to use your mouth like a fleshlight.

“Fuck-,” his hand speeds up, imagining that it is your mouth. Running his thumb over the tip of it, like your tongue would do to collect all the precum dripping from it. “T-that’s it. You’re doing so good for me.”

His other hand slides further between his legs, squeezing his heavy balls that are just begging to be drained.

His mind floods with images of you. Your pretty lips wrapped around the cum filled sack, your tongue rolling over them, getting them nice and wet with your spit.

“Oh my fucking god.” Before Eddie can stop himself, cum is spilling over his stomach.

He can barely feel it drip over his knuckles, his mind completely foggy from everything. It’s as if the breath from his lungs escaped him, words not being able to form.

Eddie’s full body felt electrified and numb all at once. All of this just because he couldn’t get you out of his head.

His hips are bucking off the bed, spurts of cum still spilling out. It’s more than usual, but it always is when you’re on his mind. “Yeah, baby. T-take it all.”

Eddie swears his eyes roll into the back of his skull, his whole vision going white.

After he finally calms down and gets a look at the mess he made of himself again, his mind goes back to you.

He thinks about how you would roll your tongue out and lick over his stomach, collecting all of his cum and swallowing it with a proud smirk on his face. You do anything for him, and he knows that.

And just as fast as he came, he’s hard again. Needing to touch you and cum inside you, but for now, his hand would do.

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Wildflower | Eddie Munson

✧You offer to have sex with your best friend after he admits to being a virgin while you're both high.

word count: 6.5k | rating: explicit | content warnings: swearing, food, recreational drug use, sexual content [loss of virginity, oral sex, vaginal penetration]

originally posted july 10, 2022 on honeybee-reverie

“I’m tired of being a wallflower,” you once told Eddie while high in his trailer. You stared at the stain on his ceiling with your ankles draped over his thighs. You were an observer. You spoke when spoken to or to defend someone else— especially Eddie. You let people assume whatever they wanted about you. But you could’ve been more. Class president, chief yearbook editor, Prom Queen. But you had a pretty rad group of friends and the freshmen who called you their big sister. You might not be well known, but you were well loved.

“You’re not a wallflower, sweetheart.” Eddie drew soft swirls on your ankle. Four years of this— cuddling, hugs, and the occasional kiss on the cheek. You never grew tired of it. And butterflies never ceased to flutter when Eddie’s skin was on yours. Yeah, you were in love with your best friend.

“You’re more like… like a wildflower. Yeah. a wildflower.”

You giggled when he reached a ticklish spot on your foot. “How so?”

“You know,” Eddie shrugged.

“No, Eds, I don’t know.”

“Wildflowers can grow anywhere, right? Like they just pop up out of the ground and you’re like ‘what the fuck?’”

You frowned. “Are you calling me a weed?”

“Shut up.” Eddie pinched your foot. “I mean they’re…” Eddie snapped his ring-clad fingers as if doing so would find him the word he was searching for. “They’re resilient! Like they don’t need water or good soil to grow, they just find a way. And I think you’re a lot like that. You’re the strongest person I know and no matter what you’re going through, you look at the silver lining of everything. You could go anywhere or do anything and be amazing at it. Because… ‘cause you’re amazing.”

You blinked at Eddie. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

“I’m a wise old prophet when I’m high.”

“You’re a dork, is what you are. And I love-” you paused. “I love how you make me feel better.”

Eddie tickled the bottom of your foot again, making your toes curl. “Always, wildflower.”

Seven Months Later

You’re laying on Eddie’s couch again, in the same position you were when you almost told him you love him. More than friendship love. You are in love with him and you fall in love with him more and more every single day. And now, you’re a month from graduating high school. Eddie is on the precipice of potentially never repeating his senior year again. You are going to make sure of it.

Eddie let you put on Pete’s Dragon, but neither of you is paying attention. He runs his hands over your ankles and it makes your skin tingle. Your tummy still fills with butterflies, but the weed in your system keeps your heart from beating as erratically as it does when you’re sober.

You almost snicker as you think about how this innocent touch from Eddie makes you more overwhelmed than when you last had sex with a guy from Christian Academy.

“What’re you thinking about?” Eddie rolls his head against the couch cushion, smushing his cheek against his shoulder in the most adorable way.

“Orgasms.”

Eddie sits up and stares at you. “What?”

“Orgasms. You know, the climax, the high, the-”

“I know what an orgasm is,” Eddie mumbles.

“So then you know how to make a girl cum? How to satisfy her needs? I feel like it’s a lost cause. I mean, I don’t sleep around or anything but every guy I’ve been with hasn’t been able to make me cum. It’s not fucking rocket science.”

Why are you talking about this? Why are you talking about your (unsuccessful) sexual encounters with the man who packs you extra pretzels because you always steal his? What do you hope to gain from this conversation?

Eddie is just as confused as you are. You two never talk about your sex lives with each other. Ever. It’s like an unspoken agreement since the beginning of your friendship. Eddie, especially, didn’t want to know about your sex life because what he doesn't know can’t hurt him. He likes to pretend your sex life is nonexistent, much like his own, because picturing you with some sleaze-ball from high school makes his insides twist. Nobody is good enough for you and your admission just made for more proof.

“Why- why are you asking me this?”

You sigh. “I don’t know. I feel bad talking about it with Nancy since her boyfriend is hundreds of miles away and I don’t really think Robin wants to hear about it either. I’m just tired of guys thinking they can make a girl cum from absolutely zero foreplay.”

Stop talking, you think. If you were sober, you would never tell Eddie any of this. Even though the two of you aren’t dating, there’s something about it that feels like a betrayal. Like it’s cheating on him. Which is just ridiculous, but the friendship and emotional relationship you have with Eddie is irreplaceable. It’s impossible to be replicated by any other guy you’ve gone out with. You have an Eddie-sized void in your heart and it’s not even his fault. It was yours, all because you didn’t have the courage to tell him how you really felt.

Eddie, usually so quick with comebacks, has no idea what to say. How is he supposed to form words in his mouth when all he wants to do is puke? He wishes it was him. He wishes he could try to make you feel good. But what chance does a virgin have of making you orgasm? Sure, he’s read magazines and watched porn, but he’s never put it into practice.

“I mean, is it really that difficult to ask a girl what she wants? What feels good? Eddie Munson, I really hope you take care of your girl before yourself at least half of the time.” Your girl. Who is his girl? Does he have one? You don’t really want to know about the girls he’s been with or how good he’s made them feel. Just the thought of Eddie with anybody but you makes your skin crawl.

Hypocrite.

Eddie’s heart is pounding, his skin is burning. He trusts you. He should be able to tell you that he’s a virgin and have no shame about it. It’s not a bad thing by any means, but he still thinks it makes him lame. Fucking stigma. You wouldn’t think that, would you? Of course not. Yet, there’s still this fear of what you might think of him. Does he tell you and risk humiliation? Or lie and hope for the best?

“Uh… there’s no girl. There’s never been a girl.”

You don’t react immediately. You’re too distracted by how pretty he looks with the flickering light of the television against his pale face. He licks his bottom lip absentmindedly and he’s just so beautiful. Fuck. He’s distracting you. Was it on purpose? Wait, what did he even say?

“What?”

Eddie sighs, crossing his legs on the couch like he’s in kindergarten. “No one wants to have sex with The Freak of Hawkins, wildflower.”

You wince at that name. Not the sweet one he calls you, but the one he calls himself. What 99% of Hawkins calls him. You hate it. Nobody, but a select few, know him for who he really is. He’s playful and dramatic. You always thought he should’ve been in theater. He’s a jokester, always making you laugh when you’re having a bad day or cracking jokes to make the good days better. He is kind and thoughtful, buying cassette tapes of artists he would never listen to on his own, but so you can listen to them when you’re at his place.

There is nothing you wouldn’t do for him. “I wouldn’t say no one,” you say gently.

A scoff leaves Eddie’s mouth and he rolls his eyes. “Trust me, sweetheart. No girl in Hawkins wants to deal with all this,” he gestures down his body, making you glance down at the chain resting against his thigh. The exposed skin peeking out of the holes of his black jeans. You swallow hard as you think about what you want to say next.

“I would,” you blurt out.

Eddie chokes on his spit. Or was it his tongue? Or the air? Or all of the above? “P-pardon?”

You clear your throat of the lump that is forming. You’ve really done it now. No going back. “I would have sex with you.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” If you are fucking with him right now, Eddie’s not sure if he can forgive you. Friends don’t joke about these kinds of things. Right?

“Yes, I would, Eddie,” your voice is stern. “Why is that so hard to believe? You’re fucking hot.” Although you know exactly what you’re saying, you can’t quite believe it. Sober you would never have the guts. “Would you want to have sex with me ?”

Eddie opens his mouth but you quickly put your finger over his pink lips. They’re so soft.

“Don’t answer that. If we’re… if we remember this conversation when we’re sober, then we can talk about this? That is if you’re not totally repulsed with the idea of having sex with me.”

“I-”

“Ah, ah. Don’t answer that. We’ll talk tomorrow. ‘M sleepy,” you yawn, laying your head against Eddie’s shoulder. You nestle into him comfortably, taking up your usual position. Except this time, Eddie kisses the top of your head and mumbles something you didn’t understand.

That’s new.

Despite getting approximately 0.3 hours of sleep last night, Eddie gets to school before you. He refused to fall asleep because he was worried he’d forget about your conversation when he woke up.

He did not forget.

You only know Eddie got to school before you because when you open your locker before first period, a folded piece of paper falls to the ground. It’s a note from him, scrawled in black sharpie, as it always is.

I remember our conversation. Please tell me you do, too. -E

You press the paper to your chest as your eyes draw to a close. You thought about your conversation with Eddie precisely 8 times since you woke up. Your drive home from his place in the middle of the night consisted of you deciding whether or not you dreamt the whole thing. This note from Eddie is pretty solid proof that it was not a dream.

Please tell me you do, too.

Does that mean he wanted to… have sex with you? Or does it mean he wants to talk about your offer some more? Or does he want to shut you down completely?

You rip a piece of paper from your notebook and scribble down a reply. Your hand is shaking, making your cursive slightly messier than usual.

I remember, Eds. My place after Hellfire? Parents are out of town. Empty house. But we can just talk. ♡ Wildflower

You fold Eddie’s note in thirds and stuff it in your back pocket. You gather your books for first and second periods and head towards Eddie’s locker. You want to deliver the note before the first period bell, but it is proving much more difficult than you would’ve liked.

You run into Mike and Dustin, who are both apparently pissed that Lucas needs them to ask Eddie to cancel Hellfire. Because of the Championship basketball game, of all reasons.

“Yeah, like that’s gonna happen,” you roll your eyes. You press on towards the direction of Eddie’s locker, but Dustin jumps in front of you. “Jesus Christ, Dustin.”

“That’s why we need you.”

“Why?”

“Eddie can’t say no to you,” Mike explains.

You’re confused. What is it they want you to do? Who says he can’t say no to you? “He says no to me all the time. Like when I want to watch The Love Bug or listen to Joni Mitchell.”

Dustin gives you a quizzical look. “ The Love-”

“Look, all we need you to do is ask Eddie to postpone tonight’s game. That’s it,” Mike pleads.

You sigh. You’d love to help them, you really would. But Eddie doesn’t postpone or cancel Hellfire for anything. “Sorry, boys. But even I can't make Eddie give up Hellfire. Not even for the premiere of Return of the Jedi. So if you want him to postpone D&D for a basketball game, you’re out of your mind. Isn’t it the end of his campaign, anyway?”

“That’s why we need him to postpone. Lucas doesn’t want to miss it, but he has the all-important commitment as a benchwarmer. Soooo… what do you say?” Dustin wiggles his eyebrows up and down. You’re about to shut him down again, but the bell rings.

“I’m sorry, Dusty, but you know he’s gonna say no.” You run off to first period in the direction from which you came, realizing that you never got the note to Eddie’s locker. You can slip it in on your way to second period.

In the meantime, a bubble of joy forms in your stomach when you think about how Dustin and Mike think you’re the only person Eddie can’t say no to.

You shuffle your books in your arms as soon as the dismissal bell rings. You retained just about nothing from class. Instead of taking notes on what to study for the final, you wrote down questions to ask Eddie.

What’s the furthest you’ve gone?

Have you watched porn?

Do you have any idea of what you like? What turns you on?

But then you felt like you were getting ahead of yourself. There is a chance he doesn’t want to accept your offer at all. And that made you violently rip out the piece of paper, crumple it, and stuff it in your bag.

You quickly make your way over to Eddie’s locker as you only have 4 minutes and counting to deliver the note and get to class. But he’s there getting books out.

“I’m really going to apply myself this year. I can’t let you escape Hawkins without me,” he told you on his third first day of senior year.

Your feet are glued to the floor as you stare at Eddie’s backside. You take deep breaths, debating whether or not to give him the note or brave speaking to him face-to-face.

He slams his locker shut and turns in your direction. His loose waves fall over his shoulders and he was wearing his typical outfit for a Friday, accessorized with the bandana you gifted him on his birthday last year. Although you’ve seen him in the outfit too many times to get worked up over, you are done for.

You’re standing a row of lockers away from Eddie, with your books pressed against your chest. He smiles brightly when he sees you.

“Morning, wildflower,” Eddie saunters over, swinging his black lunchbox back and forth. Only Eddie would be brave (or stupid) enough to wave around his lunchbox full of weed in the school hallway.

“H-hi, Eds,” your voice comes out as a squeak.

He tilts his head with his brows knit together. “Everything…okay?”

No, I have raging anxiety because I got your note and I don’t know if it means you want to have sex with me and if you do, I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse.

“Sweetheart?”

You blink twice. “Uh, yes. Yes, everything is great. I- I got your note.”

“Oh.”

You can’t read Eddie’s tone. “Is that a good ‘oh’ or a bad ‘oh’?”

“Oh… uh… good?”

Why is this so awkward???

Janine Newell only adds to the awkwardness when she politely pushes herself between you and Eddie to get to her locker. He pulls you towards his, heavy metal and rock band stickers designating which locker has been his for the last 6 years.

You glance at the clock on the wall: 2 minutes until the passing period is over. You dig your note out of your pocket. “I wrote down my reply and I was going to slip it in your locker before first period but Dustin and Mike needed to talk to me. Oh, by the way, they want you to cancel hellfire tonight and I said ‘in your dreams’ because you won’t even cancel Hellfire for me, your best friend. So, yeah I told them it was a lost cause but for whatever reason, they think you can’t say no to me which is why they wanted me to ask—”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie puts his hands on your shoulders and you look down at the white shoes you and Eddie have on. His are much dirtier than yours, though. He lifts your chin with his finger, giving you no option but to look him in the eyes. Shock waves are sent down your spine and you try not to shiver beneath his touch. “What did you write in the note?”

“That- that I remember our conversation, too. And my parents are out of town so the house is empty. You can come over after Hellfire to talk or to…”

Eddie’s biting his bottom lip and he really, really needs to not do that. Something inside of you ignites. It’s his hands firmly on your shoulders, his slightly stooped posture so that he’s eye level with you. The close proximity of your faces.

The bell for second period rings and that’s when you realize everyone has gone to class and you and Eddie are alone in the hall. “I’ll be there, wildflower. I’ll call when I’m on my way, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Now go before Mr. Wallis marks you late and you ruin your perfect attendance.” Eddie slaps your backside playfully and that fire inside of you grows stronger.

Eddie is leaning against your ‘64 green Mustang after school. His legs are crossed at his ankles and his arms are folded across his chest. “Hi,” he greets you cheerily.

“Hi,” you say back. The awkward feeling you felt that morning has dissolved and you are thankful for that. It’s back to being you and Eddie. Eddie and you. “Shouldn’t you be preparing for tonight’s meeting? End of the campaign and all that?”

“I canceled,” Eddie replies like it’s as simple as cutting Ms. Trueblood’s English class.

You’re shocked, to say the least. And a bit peeved that he’d postpone Hellfire for Lucas and the basketball game and not for you. “Oh. That was nice of you. I’m sure the freshies were happy about that. How did Gareth and Jeff take it?”

“I didn’t postpone for Lucas. I postponed for you. For us.”

Oh. Oh. You were no longer peeved. You were… pleased. You couldn’t help the corner of your lips from tugging upwards. “Did you, now?”

“Does your offer still stand?”

“Follow me home and you’ll find out.” You unlock your car and slide in, turning on the ignition immediately.

“I’ll try not to run any stop signs,” Eddie pats the hood of your car and runs to his van.

Eddie runs 5 stop signs. He only comes to rolling stops because you stop at the signs. He pulls his van up next to your car in the driveway and he can’t help but chuff at how domestic it feels.

“You’re a brat, you know that?”

“What, because I obey the law and drive safely?” You stick your house key in the lock and push open your front door.

“Because you delayed us getting here by at least 30 seconds,” Eddie follows you through the door and into the kitchen to find himself an after-school snack. He rummages through the fridge and pulls out a Granny Smith apple. He hops onto the counter and crunches down on the fruit.

You jump onto the countertop opposite Eddie. Your heels knock against the cabinet doors. “And what’s put you in such a rush to eat my apples, hm?”

Eddie takes a large bite before sliding off the counter, leaving the apple behind. He steps towards you, nudging himself between your legs. His arms are propped on either side of your hips, caging you in. “You have the best apples.”

“Do I?” You entertain. You try keeping a calm exterior despite the fire in your stomach spreading throughout your entire nervous system.

“Yeah.” Eddie leans in closer to you. “Would you like to taste?”

You don’t even reply before you plant your lips on Eddie’s. He’s tart, the flavor of the green apple tingling your lips. But once you’re past that, it’s all Eddie. Unfamiliar yet safe. Unpracticed and clumsy, yet perfect in every way. You inhale, breathing him in like never before. His hands cup your cheeks, pushing you closer to him. He messily pokes out his tongue, a little too wet and a little too eager. It makes you giggle when you realize this may very well be his first kiss, too. Still, the butterflies inside of you are having a field day.

“Eddie,” you whisper, resting your forehead on his. You want him to be in control, to dictate what he wants or doesn’t want. You want to let him practice kissing you because it’s endearing and sweet and you would rather teach Eddie how to kiss than kiss anybody else ever again.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie retreats. His hands fall from your face and you instantly miss their warmth.

“What? Why are you sorry?” Your heart is thunking against your chest.

“I- I don’t know what I’m doing here. You probably just had the worst kiss of your life and you offered to have sex with me. If that was any indication of what to expect, then you’re allowed to rescind your offer and I’ll walk out of here, call up the guys, and host Hellfire.”

“You’ve been paying attention in English.”

“What?”

“You just used ‘rescind’ in a sentence. Properly, too.”

“I’m being serious,” Eddie’s voice is clipped. He steps away from you, clearly hurt that you aren’t acknowledging ‘the worst kiss of your life’.

“So am I.” You hook your fingers through Eddie’s belt loops and pull him towards you. “Eddie, you have no reason to be sorry. Everyone needs practice. And… I’m happy to let you practice on me. And I don’t want to rescind my offer. I want you to feel safe and comfortable with whoever you have sex with for the first time. I thought you’d feel that way with me.”

“I do, wildflower. I do. I just don’t want to fuck this up,” Eddie gestures between the two of you.

You chuckle as you wrap your legs around his waist. “I think we did that the second we kissed.”

“I think we should do it again just to make sure.” “It’d be foolish not to.” You sling your arms around his neck as you lean down, slanting your lips over his.

The kiss is slower than the first— as if both of you know it’s the second of many more and there’s no need to rush through it. You follow Eddie’s lead, tilting your head opposite his, noses brushing with each adjustment. He groans into you and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, much more smoothly than when he did. His right hand threads through your hair at the nape of your neck, and his left— heavy with rings— digs into your waist. You meet his groan with a needy whine, your legs constricting around him tightly.

You’re like a new drug. Intoxicating and addicting. And Eddie is sure he’d never be able to get enough. He runs his hands down your back and across your front, fingers playing with the buttons of your shirt. “Can I… take…off?”

“Yes,” you reply, one hand traveling below his waist. You place soft and delicate kisses down his neck, exploring the skin you’ve never touched in this capacity. When he reaches the final button of your shirt, you cup your hand over his cock. You squeeze it gently, testing the waters of his sensitivity.

His eyes clamp shut and he sputters, “F-f-fuck, sweetheart.”

“God, Eddie. You’re so big in my hand. Does that feel good?” You continue to palm him and your cunt is just aching. You shrug your shirt off your shoulders and discard it on the counter. Eddie’s head drops to your shoulder, hot shallow breaths tickling your skin.

“F-feels really good. Woah-” Eddie opens his eyes to see the tops of your breasts on display for him. His cock pulsed beneath your touch. He lifts his head up and lends back to take you all in— your tits pushed up by your bra, your soft tummy, the freckles and moles that decorate your skin. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

Eddie hovers his hands over your chest, fingers timid and asking for permission.

“Do you want me to take it off?”

Eddie gulps and nods shyly. He’s seen tits before— hell, he’s seen a lot of tits. Just not in person and definitely not yours. You reach behind your back, unclasping your bra. The straps fall down your arms slowly until finally your breasts are fully exposed. The two of you are silent, only the hum of your refrigerator filling the space between you. He looks at you with those beautiful brown eyes, tender, and kind.

“Jesus Christ, they’re perfect.” Eddie’s fingers hesitantly ghost over the mounds of your breasts. You grab onto his wrists, bringing his large hands over your flesh. He was gentle, despite the clunky rings on his long and slender fingers. “This is okay?”

“It’s more than okay, Eddie. You can do anything you want.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. “Can I… can I use my mouth?”

Your breath stops halfway up your throat. You swallow and answer him with a nod. You lean back on the counter, arms behind you with your chest proudly up in the air. Eddie finds a surge of confidence and immediately attaches his lips to your right nipple. His left hand kneads your other breast, growing more and more comfortable with your body at his disposal. He swirls his tongue around the bud like he’s done it before and you toss your head back. You card your hand through his messy hair, tugging at the roots with the same intensity as his tongue and hands on your tits.

“That’s good, Eds. Feels really good.”

Eddie lets out a desperate, hearty groan when he releases his lips from you. His eyes squeeze shut like he’s in pain and he shifts awkwardly on his feet. He pulls at the fabric against his crotch. “It um… it hurts.”

You bite your lip to refrain from laughing. How can he go from completely sexy to adorable in a matter of 2 seconds? “What you like me to do, love? Want my hands? My mouth?”

You can see the gears turning inside Eddie’s head. You don’t know if his version of being a virgin means some sexual experience, just no penetration, or absolutely nothing at all. If it was the latter, then it meant he’s never had someone else’s hands on his cock. “I don’t know what I want,” Eddie answers honestly.

“That’s okay, Eddie. Do you wanna go upstairs and get more comfortable?”

Eddie quirks a smile. “I’ll race you.” He takes off for your bedroom faster than you can hop off the counter. He’s skipping 2 stairs at a time and practically lunging onto your bed when he beats you to your room. He leans back on your pillows, hands resting under his head. The bulge in his jeans is evident in this position and your knees just about give out.

“I won,” he says smugly.

“You cheated.” You close your door, despite no one else at home. You crawl onto your bed and lay down next to Eddie.

He turns to you with a pout. “Does that disqualify me from having sex with you?”

As you pretend to think hard about your answer, a very real concern makes itself known. The line of friendship has already been blurred. But the kissing and foreplay could be passed off as two friends just messing around. You can probably shrug it off in a couple of weeks or so. But having sex with each other? Whether it’s incredible or terrible or somewhere in between, it is going to be something that changes your friendship forever.

“That depends, Mr. Munson. Do you solemnly swear to never replace me as your best friend when all this is said and done? That having sex with each other won’t make things awkward between us?”

“I promise to never replace you as my best friend. I don’t know about that last part, wildflower. What if I last a minute and I’m not better than… the other guys ? Then I’d be the one you’d be complaining about to Nancy and Robin.”

“Hey,” you say tenderly, running your hand up and down Eddie’s arm. “What I had with those other guys is nothing like what I have with you. I- I hate dating and seeing other guys, Eddie. Because… all I want is… I just want you. It’s always been you. I want to be with you and I don’t care if you last 2 seconds. I don’t care if you don’t make me cum at all. I want to do this because it’s you. I want to do this for you.”

“You want to be with me? Like… right now in this moment or like… be seen in public with me and kiss and hold hands and do romantic shit?”

You laugh and bring your lips to Eddie’s. “And hold hands and do romantic shit.”

“Cool, cool, cool, cool. Because I love you. And I really need you to do something about my dick. Because it really hurts.”

Because I love you. You’re pretty sure your heart just leaped out of your chest. He loves you. And he wants you to do something about his hurting dick. You can’t possibly love him any more than at this moment. “I love you too, Eddie Munson. And just for that, I’m going to use my hands and my mouth. Okay?”

You undo his belt and unclasped the button of his jeans. He looks down at you as you slide down the zipper.

“Ooookay, sweetheart. But take it easy with me. I’m new at this.” Eddie lifts up his hips so you can pull down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free and fucking shit. He’s large. A perfect balance of lengthy and girthy. “Is it… okay?”

You grab the base of his cock while looking up at him. “More than okay, Eddie. You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.”

His head falls back on your pillow at the compliment, his cheeks bloom with heat. Your hand is so fucking soft. Your cunt clenches, begging for any kind of relief. Not yet , you tell yourself. This is about Eddie. His swollen tip is glistening with precum and you angle him towards your mouth. He inhales sharply as you swirl your tongue over his spongey crown. You flick his slit with the tip of your tongue and he looks down at you in awe.

“F-fuck. You look s’pretty like that. Feels good. Feels so good.”

“Want more?”

“Yes,” Eddie chokes out. You fucking love how submissive he is right now, just letting you do what you want with him. You lower your mouth onto him. The flat of your tongue pressing against the underside of his cock. You push down as far as you can go before gagging on him. You hold yourself there for a moment, letting Eddie get used to the feeling of his cock inside someone’s mouth. Your mouth. You’re warm and soft and delightful. It’s indescribable. You twist your fist around the bottom half of his shaft, bobbing your head up and down to the same rhythm. He was gripping the comforter, his knuckles turning a pale white. “S-sweetheart. Stop, please.”

You release immediately, looking up at him worriedly. Your lips and chin are wet with his precum and your saliva and it looks fucking sinful. But then you ask if he’s okay and you’re suddenly the angel he knows you as.

“I-I’m great. I just- can I… can I taste you?”

“You sure?”

“I want you to feel good, too.”

“I do feel good, Eddie. You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

You smile at him. “Okay,” you lean back on your heels, undoing the button of your jeans. Eddie takes off his shirt and tosses it to the floor while you shimmy out of your pants. You lay down with your head at the foot of your bed, knees bent and spread for Eddie. He slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and slides them down your legs. The cool air against your hot cunt makes your breath hitch.

Eddie gets down on his stomach and wraps his arms around your thighs, your legs falling over his shoulders. He seems to have a pretty good idea of what he is doing for his first time. “You’re so hot. I can’t fucking believe you, wildflower. My wildflower. I’m- I’m gonna suck at this but I’m gonna try to make you feel good.”

He puts his mouth over your cunt and begins licking between your folds. The immediate contact is relieving, your heels digging into his shoulder blades. It’s his effort that turns you on. He’s making the effort to please you and that’s what matters. He is messy and unskilled, but it’s still good. He’s sucking on your puffy lips, prodding the tip of his tongue into your hole. He moans into you, grinding his hips down on your bed. His fingertips press into the flesh of your thighs, making their territory with grape-sized blotches. Eddie lifts his head slightly.

“How can you taste so good?” He takes the flat of his tongue and licks you from the bottom up and then sucks down on your hard. “Where’s your— um, the special spot?”

“My clit?”

“Yeah, your clit.”

You smile widely at him. God, you love him. The fact that he’s asking you about your clit makes your heart and your cunt flutter. He’s trying. And he wants to learn. You grab his hand and place two of his fingers over the swollen nub. “Feel that right there?”

“Yeah,” Eddie bats his lashes at you.

“That’s my clit. Arguably the number one pleasure center on the female body. Vaginal orgasms are possible, but clitoral orgasms are much more achievable.”

“So how do I make you come?”

You don’t deserve Eddie Munson. You press your hand against his gently. “Well, you have to stimulate it. You can start with light pressure and slow circles.”

The pads of Eddie’s fingers are rough and calloused from years of guitar playing. He continues to rub circles but starts to speed up. “Yeah- yeah, that’s good Eds. You can kinda… go back and forth— like not always in circles. Like… try moving your fingers like you’re strumming your guitar.”

Now you’re speaking his language. Your clit only becomes more sensitive and visibly swollen, making him aware of exactly where to pleasure you. It takes him a couple of adjustments, but he finds a rhythm that feels so good. “Can I use my mouth, too?”

“Please,” you breathe. Eddie puts his lips back on your cunt, the combined feeling of his warm mouth and rough fingers makes you squirm. He’s a quick fucking learner, that’s for sure. He laps your juices into his mouth, slurping obscenely, rubbing furiously. Your legs begin to tremble and the tightness in your core wants to release. “Keep doing that, Eds. Gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Eddie hums against you, a third feeling briefly joining the cacophony of pleasure. He keeps his tempo perfectly and you’re cumming into his mouth in no time. Your legs squeeze around his neck, the rest of your body writhing against your bed as your orgasm courses through you. “Eddie! Fuck!”

Eddie sits up and you’re nothing but a limp body on your mattress. As you start to catch your breath, Eddie looks at you concerned. “Are you… are you okay?”

You laugh with the little amount of energy you have. “I’m more than okay. You just gave me an orgasm, Eddie. A fantastic fucking orgasm.” “Oh. That’s what that was? I thought you were possessed and your soul left your body.” “It damn near felt like it.”

“Let’s make it happen again.” Eddie positions himself over you, propped up on two strong arms. His hair falls into your face, the ends tickling your cheeks.

“Okay,” you giggle.

“Tell me what to do?”

You push Eddie’s hair back over his shoulders so you can get a clear view of his face. He is shining with a thin layer of sweat, lips pink, plump, and perfectly kissable. You stretch up to press your lips to his, snagging his bottom lip between your teeth. You grab his cock and line him up with your entrance. “Press your hips forward,” you whisper.

Eddie moves slowly, breaching you with a sting. He goes further, a deep sigh falling into your mouth when he bottoms out. The heavy weight of him inside of you feels monumental. Not just because he’s large and is stretching you beautifully, but because of what this means for the two of you.

His first time. The “I love you’s” that were exchanged. Your relationship with Eddie will forever be changed by what transpires today. He is kissing you eagerly despite the stillness of his hips. He is awaiting your next instruction. “Now just…” you murmur against him, “just do what feels right.”

Eddie slowly begins to— not thrust— but roll himself into you. He is fluid and precise, setting a pace that surprises you and makes you crave more. This is about him. You’ll (hopefully) have your chance to ask for it fast and rough.

“F-feels so good. Fuck. so soft and warm. Better than I imagined,” Eddie praises you, though you feel like you should be praising him. He drops his weight down on you, wrapping his arms around your back to hold you close. Your nails rake along the expanse of his back, heels digging into the bottom of his spine with each outward thrust.

Eddie kisses your collar, biting down on the spot where your clavicle meets your shoulder. You sneak your hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit, far less gracefully than Eddie had. He rears his hip back slowly before sharply slamming into you.

“Fuck, Eddie! Again!” You yelp, clawing red streaks onto his skin. Eddie does so, repeatedly thrusting into you sharply and pointedly. He slides in and out of you with ease, each thrust becoming stronger and more confident than the last. He’s kissing your neck and nibbling at your skin experimentally. He’s gentle despite the roughness happening below your hips.

The friction from his cock and your fingers on your clit is unbearable. Before you know it, another orgasm is approaching you. Your back arches off the bed, your cunt contracts around Eddie, and his name is the only word in your vocabulary. He is good, far surpassing your expectations. But you should’ve known better. When Eddie applies himself, he doesn’t do anything half-assed. It’s all or nothing. And he gives you everything. Quickly, and without warning, you feel him spill into you.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry,” Eddie promptly pulls out of you, his hot and sticky load leaking out of you. Thick ropes continue to spurt out of him, landing on your belly. His cock pulses and his breathing is jagged. He sighs heavily once he’s milked everything out and falls down next to you. Your comforter is a crumpled mess, in no doubt need of a good wash before your parents come home.

Eddie searches for your hand and grips it tightly once he finds it. You flush, although it’s followed by a giggle. “You surprised me, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie props up on his elbow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, tucking his hair behind his ear. Your fingers graze his cheek, hot and blushed from exertion. “Are you sure that was your first time?”

Eddie turns even redder. “I’ve thought about it a lot.”

“Your first time?” He draws soft swirls on your arm, reminiscent of all the times he’s done so on your ankles. He opens his mouth and then closes it. More swirls on your arm. He opens his mouth again. “Being with you.”

“Eds,” you cradle his cheek. “No more thinking about being with me. You are with me. In private, in public, at school, and when we graduate and leave this hellhole. You got that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Eddie kisses you softly before laying back on your bed. The two of you hold hands and stare up at your ceiling.

You want to kiss and hold hands and do romantic shit with Eddie Munson for a long time.

thank you so much for reading! this was my most popular piece when i originally posted it. i was blown away by the response it got. i hope it can get a fraction of the love it had back in july <3

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pairing| Eddie Munson x female reader

synopsis| It was supposed to be a joke, payback, revenge, until it spiraled completely out of control. Just your luck.

an| inspired by the prompt “I hid in your closet to scare you as a joke but when you came in you started masturbating and I can’t just get up and leave but if I get caught in your closet you’ll think I’m a pervert I regret my life choices” from here. my brainrot is thriving.

warnings| 3k, masturbating (m), reader being a perv obvi, illusions to sex, 18+ folks

part 2

It escalated quickly; too quickly to even process what you were doing, and what you were doing wasn’t even a good idea to begin with, but it was the only thing you could think of.

The Hellfire Club was currently in the midst of a rather heated prank war, started of course by their relentless leader himself, and you had slowly been dragged into the cruel web he had begun to weave three weeks ago.

It was annoying at first, Eddie jump scaring you every chance he could. Jumping out from behind the cafeteria doors, slamming his hand against the locker next to yours while you were in deep thought digging through your own locker, or four days ago when he hid in the backseat of your car only to reveal himself once you’d hit five over the speed limit on the main road home; you almost crashed your car that day because of him.

He was a menace and although the other guys had it much worse than you, Eddie seemed to take more pleasure from simply spooking you. But at least it wasn’t shaving cream in your book bag like poor Gareth or when he stole the chains off Mike and Dustin’s bikes before school ended leaving them stranded -although he did give them a ride home after they got down and praised King Eddie- in hindsight you were getting off pretty easy in comparison.

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lawd haf mercshy

how about steddie dick measuring contest but reader is the judge? if it leads to smut that’s okay but i know you’ll make it good regardless lol

author’s note: the premise is there i promise, i just used this as an excuse to write threesome smut because it started out as a funny idea and then my brain just melted at the thought of it

cw: 18+ (minors dni), heavy voyeurism, threesomes, unrequited crushes (steddie), established relationships with reader, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), mentioned virgin!eddie, steve is overly confident, eddie is a sweetheart, if i missed anything lmk

word count: 4k

It started after Steve and Eddie found out that you had been sleeping with both of them—there was never any exclusivity in your relationship, and the sex with Eddie had started innocently, taking his virginity from him on his graduation night.

Every time with Eddie was something new. He was eager to try things, learn, and it made for some of the more enjoyable sex you’ve ever had. He only lacked slightly in skill, still fumbling around most of the time and getting upset when he couldn’t make you come as easily as he’d hoped.

For Steve, it was after a long-drawn out conversation about how he couldn’t find the right women, the sex was lacking, and he just wanted something—it didn’t even have to be something either of you committed to fully, as long as you two were having fun with it. Steve still went on dates every now and then, had the occasional hookup, but he always ended up back at your place most weekends using the opportunity to vent about his hardships in trying to find a partner—most of it fell on deaf ears, because as much as Steve was a great partner, he also talked about himself way too much.

He was full of himself, to be blunt—which is why this had started the conversation you were being forced to listen to currently, both of them settled on either side of the couch. You were smushed in the center, feet propped up on the table in Eddie’s living room, hands covering your face as you rested your head against the back of the couch and let out an audible groan.

“Okay but,” Eddie begins, another tumultuous conversation that was bound to go one forever if you didn’t put an end to it, “you’ve seen both of our dicks, you be the judge.”

Steve had found a pair of your underwear on Eddie’s floor a couple weeks prior, because of course he knew they were yours. He held them up accusingly, both you and Eddie sharing an awkward glance.

You really had no choice but to come clean. Thankfully, they both took it well—actually, they didn’t have any problem with it, and that’s what you couldn’t wrap your brain around. Not at first, at least.

“It’s okay,” Steve comforts, squeezing your shoulder, “be honest, Eddie can take it.”

You always hung out as a group now, never separately—and you couldn’t ignore the obvious tension that has festered. Truthfully, it felt like an attack on you. They talked about you when you weren’t around, you knew that much, having walked in on them in the middle of a particularly heated conversation about what made you come the quickest. Eddie knew it was oral, but Steve swore you faked it half the time just so he’d skip to the sex, always gawking about how good his dick felt—how big it was.

And obviously, it had boosted his ego through the fucking roof.

“Oh, fuck you.” Eddie insults lightly, leaning in to whisper against your ear, “Come on, sweetheart—let him have it.”

“Oh my god, who cares?” You ask redundantly, exasperated at the topic and almost shouting it out. “The average is—what, five? I’m pretty confident you’re both over that so what does it matter?”

“No way Munson is packing over five.” Steve nags, pointing lazily at the long haired, wide eyed boy at your side. Eddie rolls his eyes, scoffing at the comment.

“We get it, King Steve’s got a big dick.” Eddie mocks, throwing his hands up.

You snort at the nickname, “Don’t call him that.” You tell Eddie, watching as Steve’s face falls slightly. “See—he’s too confident.”

“Why are you avoiding the question then?” Steve counters, growing increasingly irritated. It’s not directed toward you, or at Eddie even, he just wants to get to the bottom of it.

“Why are you so worried that I might say it’s Eddie?” You tease, hearing Eddie howl a laugh behind you.

“Is it?” Eddie asks after he regains his composure, “I don’t even care at this point, I just need to rub it in Steve’s face.”

“Fuck this,” Steve says in a clipped tone, “Whip it out, Munson.”

“Excuse you?” Eddie asks in a subtle shock, eyes follow Steve as he stands from the couch. “Take me to fuckin’ dinner first, Steve.”

“I need to pee.” You say quickly, making a weak excuse to escape to the bathroom.

Steve holds up his hand, “No, no—you have to judge.”

You stare up at him with comically wide eyes, growling slightly under your breath when he doesn’t relent, sinking back down on the couch.

“Fine.” You agree, “Hurry up.”

Eddie flicks his gaze between you and Steve before finally settling on you, “Do you—are we actually entertaining this?”

“To be fair, I really don’t know.”

It was the honest truth.

Steve fiddles with his pants as Eddie moves a little slower, more hesitant to expose himself. Steve grew up in sports, he was used to changing in front of other guys, nudity around other’s wasn’t foreign to him—Eddie was obviously less willing, having grown up under constant scrutiny and bullying there was valid reasoning on why he didn’t want to. You gave him a look, touching his wrist as he reached for his belt.

“Steve, I don’t think this is a good idea.” You tell him as he lingers behind you, eyes still locked on Eddie as you turn to him, but something in Eddie’s face changes, a subtle smirk growing.

“Gotta shut him up somehow, right?” Eddie asks.

And they’re both on the edge of shoving their pants down, gaze noticeably locked on one another before you’re panicking, arms thrown up in an attempt to halt whatever was about to commence.

“Wait, fuck—“ You sigh loudly, slumping as they both look at you, “this isn’t fair.”

The silence is telling, both boys completely at your command.

It’s almost impossible not to have fun with this, especially if they weren’t about to let up over the whole ordeal.

“I mean—Steve is definitely a shower,” You admit, “but I don’t think it’s fair unless both of you are—“

“Hard?” Eddie finishes for you, and Steve catches on immediately, that mischievous grin matches yours.

“If you wanted a kiss so bad all you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” Steve replies with that puff in his chest, always so sure of himself.

You giggle softly, tongue poking at the inside of your cheek as you lean away from Steve’s reach, looking over at Eddie and back at him.

“Not me, Steve.” You reply sickeningly sweet, eye flicking up knowingly toward Eddie, bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

You weren’t oblivious to the interest that Steve tried so desperately to hide any time he was around Eddie—the teasing, the lingering looks, the constant need to piss him off just to keep him talking. Eddie was just as bad, constantly feeding into whatever game Steve was playing at. They had been friends before, somewhat—but whatever this had become, it brought you all closer. Though, it wasn’t your fault that they were so inherently stubborn and avoiding the fact that they, for a lack of better words, wanted to fuck each other.

And maybe that was a strong way to put it, but they almost seemed scared—scared that it would make you feel a certain way. They were both always so careful with your feelings, two of your closest friends, but your annoyance was at it’s peak and you really couldn’t take it any longer.

“Each other.” You say simply, wagging your finger between the two. “But, of course, drop the pants first.”

“That’s not funny.” Steve retorts.

Eddie shrugs, “I mean, I don’t care.”

You shrug at Steve, pointing at Eddie. “You heard him—get to smoochin’, Steve.”

Eddie laughs at Steve’s shy hesitation, yanking gently at the open hem of his pants, fingers grazing his half-hard cock.

“Come on, big boy,” Eddie teases, smirk pulling at his features, “all talk and no game—seriously?”

That’s what does Steve in, never one to back down from a challenge. He cradles Eddie’s head the same way he does yours, fingers disappearing into his long curls as he pushes toward him, slotting his top lip between Eddie’s, sucking at his bottom gingerly.

It’s just a taste—something to entice Eddie, but it doesn’t take much. He pulls back with a breath, locking eyes with him for a brief moment before diving in fully, tongue splitting Eddie’s mouth open without hesitation, hands idly working at his jeans to shove them down, underwear following as he steps out of them in a fumble, the fabric getting caught at his feet. Eddie takes a little longer, belt snapping in the air as he yanks it from the loops and strips himself too.

“Shirts too?” Steve asks, not directed at any particular person, but you answer seeing as how Eddie is so clearly distracted by Steve’s lips, his neck, the soft pattern of freckles that trace his face.

“Yeah, yeah—“ Your own breath is caught in your throat, despite how good you are at keeping your composure.

This was definitely meant as a joke, maybe a quick peck or two before you’d put an end to their misery—but that wasn’t the case at all.

You felt like you were intruding, but your body was frozen in place and part of you forget the entire cause of this, glancing down at their slowly hardening cocks, shirts being simultaneously ripped over their heads before they fell right back into, Eddie’s hands squeezing along the side of Steve’s neck as he kissed him, letting out the soft sated noises he makes when he’s enjoying himself, eyes closed shut.

Steve’s hand grazes carefully over his own cock, his fingers barely grazing the head of Eddie’s as he squeezes at the base, bringing his fingers up to drag over the tip, openly groaning into Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie chuckles, biting playfully at Steve’s lip, emitting a strained grunt from his chest—and then he’s speaking to you, startling you out of the trance you’ve fallen into, watching two of your best friend’s going after each other so eagerly.

“What’s the verdict, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, pulling away slightly to look at you. He sees the gape in your mouth, the glaze over your eyes and he can’t help it, “Oh shit—you’re into this, aren’t you?”

Steve turns his attention too, “Is that even a question? Look at her.”

“Someone had to force you two to stop ignoring what was obviously there,” You defend, “—I’m not gonna choose, by the way.”

“Oh, come on.” Steve complains, pulling away from Eddie briefly—he’s so unashamed in his nudity that he turns to you, “seriously—what’s it gonna take?”

You shrug stubbornly.

Steve glances over at Eddie, whose pupils are blown to hell with arousal.

“Your bed big enough for three, Munson?” Steve asks, sending you a vivacious smile that makes you blush, shrinking away from him slightly. “We’re gonna settle this.”

“Uh, yeah—should be.” Eddie nods, “But if we’re about to settle who’s better in bed, that’s a given.”

It was definitely not a given—because as much as you’d like to go for one or the other, they were making it impossible.

“Is this too much?” Eddie asks, shifting between your legs as he stretches your thighs open. Steve’s settled behind you, propping you up slightly as he tilts your head up, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation toward this.

“I feel like I should be asking you two that question,” You admit, smiling softly as Steve tugs at your bottom lip with his thumb, smiling down at you, “this is my fault.”

“You good with this, Harrington?” Eddie asks idly, kissing at the inside of your thigh before nipping at the skin, causing you to squirm, gasping involuntarily.

Steve nods, making an affirming noise.

“You think you can handle both of us?” Steve asks endearingly, though it’s edged with something else

“At the same time?” You ask incredulously, “No fuckin’ way—“

Eddie’s tongue slides through the center of your cunt, biting gently at your folds. “I don’t think that’s what he means.”

“Good to know it’s on your mind though,” Steve comments, “maybe we’ll try that next time.”

Eddie pulls away briefly, laughing into the apex of your thigh. Steve’s fingers trailing down your bare chest, over the pudge of your stomach until his fingers reach your clit, rubbing slow circles until he can feel your breath starting to quicken. Eddie dives back in soon after, his tongue dipping into your entrance, lapping up the thick juices, sounding shamefully wet already. His nose nudges Steve’s finger, the pressure it applies is fucking sinful, causing you to moan openly, a hand wrapping around Steve’s bicep for support. His eyes never leave your face, so when your eyes go searching, he’s right there waiting.

“So, here’s the plan,” Steve explains—and considering he’s a lot more experienced than both of you, it makes sense, “Eddie’s gonna fuck you first, then me—then you’ll have to make your decision, alright?”

“No promises.” You mumble, before Steve’s nudging your face back up again, eyes darkening.

“You will.” Steve decides, “Trust me.”

Eddie moves up, leaning back on his thighs as he rustles around in his drawer for the spare box of condoms—because in hindsight, there was no way he could’ve prepared for this. So, of course, he’s all out.

“Hey—it’s fine,” You assure him, hand pulling his face toward you, “I trust you—considering I’ve been on birth control for the past year I don’t think we have anything to worry about.”

“You always make me wear condoms.” Steve grumbles from above, earning a light shove from you.

“Well, Eddie isn’t going around fucking other girls.” You tell him lightly—it doesn’t come off as catty, more matter of fact. Eddie laughs, closing the drawer.

“So, one point me,” Eddie says, pointing toward himself, before shoving a giant goose egg at Steve, “Harrington, zero.”

The conversation dies rather quickly as Eddie settles back down, nudging the head of his cock at your entrance, teasingly pressing it along your clit, sliding up through your folds in an effort to drive you mad—it always does, his face lighting up every time. Steve’s not watching you anymore either, eyes lingering toward Eddie, roaming the expanse of his body, his face. He’s never watched another man fuck before, despite his confidence. Steve’s had a threesomes before, though very few and far between, never like this. His sexuality wasn’t something he always openly discussed, no one ever questioned it either. And truthfully, he wasn’t sure if he even knew what it was. But, he was attracted to you—and Eddie.

Eddie pushes in slowly, face scrunching up in concentration as it always does—it’s almost like Steve wasn’t even there to him, his mouth coming down to latch onto your neck, kiss you gently, savor the sweet taste of your skin. Sex with Eddie is always slower, more sensual, and maybe you could enjoy it if Steve wasn’t snickering above you so flippantly.

“Dude,” Eddie complains, thrusts slowing as he glances up at Steve briefly before glancing down at you helplessly, “either get busy or get out.”

“Actually,” You pipe up, looking at Steve, “talk to him, Steve—god knows you never shut up when we’re fucking.”

Steve snorts softly, peering up at Eddie from underneath his lashes, smiling dangerously.

“It’s nice, yeah?” Steve inquires, eyebrows jutting up slightly in question, nodding toward you. “Probably the best you’ve had.”

Eddie laughs weakly, his thrusts increasing slightly as he pulls at your thighs, hooking them around his hips more securely. He was gawking up at Steve, leaving you to watch the show with baited breath, eyes squeezing shit every now and then when Eddie hit that particular spot inside of you.

“It’s the only,” Eddie admits, “but it’s fuckin’ perfect. Pussy’s fuckin’ perfect.”

And he’s never been a savant with words, but damn if that doesn’t send an immediate jolt of heat to your core, moaning brokenly.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Steve asks you, breaking his connection with Eddie briefly to glance down, “I’m not even kissing him and it’s driving you crazy.”

You nod dumbly, Steve’s attention flicking back toward Eddie.

“Tell me how she feels.”

Eddie scoffs lightly at that. Eddie’s always talkative during sex, but not in the same way Steve is—Steve is always about praise and making you blush after every other word, while Eddie has no ability to keep his burgeoning thoughts inside, telling you something annoying about his day or his favorite song that week; it’s all very mundane but it’s Eddie.

“Tight, fuck—“ He sighs, gripping your hip harshly as he moved his hips into you faster, face scrunching up slightly as he glared at Steve, who’s smirk hasn’t faded at all, “god, warm too. So fuckin’ warm and soft—“

You whimper desperately, finger squeezing into Steve’s forearm as Eddie thrusts into you, shoving you up Steve’s chest slightly, their own faces nudging together from the close proximity they were in.

Steve nods knowingly, his lips grazing Eddie’s plush ones, pulling back slightly when Eddie leans forward. “It’s not fair to her,” Steve says in a hushed tone, but you quickly respond with a shake of your head.

“Fuck, please,” You beg, “it’s so hot.”

They both laugh at that, forcing you to giggle despite how close you were to your own orgasm. Eddie presses his lips against Steve’s this time, initiating the kiss as he moves against you, fingers gripping you impossibly tighter as Steve’s tongue traces his bottom lip before slipping inside.

It’s messy, all spit and battling tongues as Eddie's hand struggles against the mattress to keep him upright, limbs shaking from execution and the coiling heat in his stomach, grunting into Steve’s open mouth.

“Gonna come,” Eddie whines, “fuck, I’m gonna come—“

“Come inside her.” He tells him.

It does Eddie in immediately, losing his rhythm. Steve’s quick, sneaky in his motions as his hand ghosts over your clit—the attention was never lacking, it’s the one thing you appreciated the most about him. Your orgasm hits you quick, fleeting, eyes connecting with Eddie briefly as he spills inside you, fingers digging into your thigh hard enough to leave bruises. Surely they would, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

Steve rubs your arms comfortingly, chest heaving with heavy breaths as you come back down, head spinning slightly.

“Still with us?” He asks softly, rubbing his thumb along the side of your cheek until you connect eyes with him, offering him a small nod. He grins, “Good, my turn.”

Eddie moves slowly, still reeling from the intensity of it all, feeling floaty as he moves to settle behind you. Steve sits up as he takes Eddie’s place in front of you, leaning back on his heels as he lifts you up into his lap, forcing a small gasp from your chest. His fingers find your cunt, rubbing through the mix of your slick and Eddie’s as he pushes it back up inside of you where it starts to spill out.

“Good girl,” He chides, “I need you to keep it all in until we’re finished.”

Steve grips the base of his cock, pushing inside you slowly as Eddie pulls your hair aside, mouthing at the line on your shoulder, your neck, lazy and gentle kisses to remind you that he’s still there.

“Oh fuck,” Steve groans, “s’not fair—you’ve been letting Munson here fuck you without a condom and deprived me of this—“

“Stipulations, Steve.” You sigh, face scrunching up as he lifts you slightly, wrapping your legs around his hips until you have no choice but to throw over the control to him.

“Can’t help that you're a whore, Harrington.” Eddie chuckles, eyes connecting briefly as removes his lips from your skin, “—tell ‘em, sweetheart. Tell Steve how fuckin’ amazing it feels to have me inside you.”

You nod in agreement, a jerky motion of your head as Steve rams into you harshly, pulling a strained whimper from your lips, adjusting your arms around his neck for purchase. Eddie pushes in impossibly closer—Steve buries his face against the other side that Eddie isn’t occupying, leaving a faint bruise in the skin before pulling away, surprisingly met with Eddie’s lips.

“So good.” You mumble, voice barely above a whisper, words failing to reach you, gasping sharply at the feeling of Eddie’s fingers pressing against your clit, still reeling from the previous orgasm. You could feel it though, that deep seated ache in your belly that was lingering there, waiting. Eddie’s other hand is pulling at Steve’s neck, tongue forcing itself past his lips and devouring him on the spot—if there was one thing about Eddie, he could take your breath away with a kiss, which was evident in the way Steve could barely keep up, having seemingly met his match with Eddie.

“Fuck, it’s too—sensitive, I’m gonna—“ You moan devastingly loud, both of them breaking briefly to attend to you—not that they weren’t already doing so, but they’re lips are puffy and red from kissing each other and they can barely keep their eyes for one another.

You’ve created a monster—but, it was a necessary evil. They had been walking around each other for weeks, tiptoeing around the topic, becoming more and more territorial over you to rile the other one up, it was only a matter of time.

“Fuck, yeah—just like that, baby.” It’s the only nickname that Steve calls you that makes your stomach flutter, his voice softer than normal. Eddie leans in too, fingers still rubbing persistently at your clit as he breaths over your ear, murmuring a soft—

“Look at him,” Eddie comments quietly, “he’s a mess.”

And he was—for a brief second, you didn’t even recognize him. Steve was normally so well managed and put together that the helpless look on his face was completely unfamiliar. His head fell back lazily, pumping into you a finally few times before he’s coming with a soft grunt, letting Eddie work you through your second orgasm—it’s overwhelming, almost too much, feeling your nails dig into the skin of Eddie’s thigh as you curse out a string of obscenities, chest heaving as you came down.

Eddie groans slightly, falling back on his mattress as you follow into a fit of laughter, neither of you able to calm yourself until Steve is settling by your side, staring you both down with a comical look of disbelief.

“So, do you have your answer now?” Eddie interjects beside how valiantly you’ve tried to avoid the topic. “Or, do we need to go again?”

And there’s only one real way out of it.

“Yeah,” You nod, “Me.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit.” Steve quickly recovers, flipping down beside you both, shuffling his pants back on lazily, while you and Eddie couldn’t be bothered. “That’s such a cop out.”

“Are you disagreeing with me?” You press further, the lilt in your voice coming off as a warning.

Eddie laughs softly behind you, “Don’t do it, Steve. You’ll regret it.”

And for once in his life, he doesn’t have a comeback.

“Okay, but back to the original question—“

“It’s Steve.” You admit, earning a dramatic gasp from Eddie, hand clutched over his chest. “Look, you two made me choose, you can’t be mad—“

“You could always try it out for yourself, Munson—if you have doubts.” Steve teases, leaning over you slightly to peer at Eddie, eyes raking his body.

“Mmm, but don’t get your ego up,” You warn him, waving a careful finger at him before pointing at Eddie, “Eddie’s technique is—“

“Are you saying I can’t fuck?” Steve huffs out a laugh, “After that?”

“Eddie’s just—eager.” You smile knowingly, watching as Eddie blushes a deep red, his hand covering himself indecently, the blood rushing to his cock again. “Like, really eager.”

Steve grins menacingly, “Clearly.”

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