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unbearably yours

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: "Living in close proximity to the man you could confidently say was the biggest pain in your ass was hard enough, but then you had to make the experience even more difficult by fucking him and then try to pretend it had never happened. Even though it definitely had happened and he’d definitely mentioned a next time, and damn if that offer didn’t just eat you up inside because you thought about it near constantly. But no, you’d chosen to keep up the charade of the roommate who just managed to keep her disdain for him in check and tolerate his existence in the same living space."

You fucked your shitty roommate and now you're a little obsessed with fucking him again because you might be ruined for anything less than hate sex with the asshole.

Okay, maybe he's not *that* shitty.

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors DNI! enemies to lovers, rough sex, oral sex, penetration, explicit language, biting, pet names, femdom, jealousy, semi-public sex, degradation with praise, vaginal fingering.

A/N: people were requesting a part two, and who am I not to indulge my readers 😩 and now I've got the bones for a third and maybe final part taking shape in my head. This is unbeta'd, just a warning.

Enjoy my darlings~

Part one | Part three coming soon

Masterlist of my other works

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The last month has been unbearable. 

Living in close proximity to the man you could confidently say was the biggest pain in your ass was hard enough, but then you had to make the experience even more difficult by fucking him and then try to pretend it had never happened. Even though it definitely had happened and he’d definitely mentioned a next time, and damn if that offer didn’t just eat you up inside because you thought about it near constantly. But no, you’d chosen to keep up the charade of the roommate who just managed to keep her disdain for him in check and tolerate his existence in the same living space. 

To his credit, he kept any thoughts he had on the matter to himself as well, the only proof aside from your vivid (and frequent) recollection of that night was the use of his updated nickname for you, Kitten. And if you said it didn’t make you blush every time he called you that, you’d be the biggest fucking liar, and you’d become an expert of finding ways to hide your face if only to deny him the satisfaction of seeing the effect the name had on you. 

And despite your best efforts to ignore his teasing and your own infuriating response to it, you were beginning to realize that besides sharing an apartment with you, Eddie Munson had taken up residence in your brain and would likely never leave until you found someone else to kick him out and take his place. 

So here you were, a month later, several unsuccessful dates under your belt, and still just as, if not more so, obsessed with your major pain in the ass roommate and his stupidly pretty face. Not to mention ungodly horny from the lack of sex and those same unwanted memories as your main source of material to get off to. It was a vicious cycle that you were desperately trying to claw your way out of, before it dragged you to your own ruin. 

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“Hi.”

You glanced up from the contents of the red plastic cup in your hand that you’d been staring into for the past several minutes, contemplating your life choices up until that point, and found yourself looking into the crinkled grey eyes of a handsome stranger, shyly smiling at you as he stood in front of you awkwardly. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, smile wavering as you took a long moment to catch up to his greeting, only just remembering to smile back at him in time before you looked insane for staring at him with a blank look. 

“Shit-sorry, hi, I was totally zoned out for a minute there. It’s been a long week,” you excused quickly, rubbing your face with your hand and laughing at yourself sheepishly.

He huffed a laugh as well, posture relaxing and leaning closer when you responded warmly, too straight teeth glinting in the low light. Nice smile, you thought to yourself. 

“No worries, I totally get it. I do that all the time,” he said, ducking his head towards you so you could hear him over the sounds of the party raging around you. “My name is David. I just moved into 304.”

Offering your name in return, he extended his hand and you shook it, noting his strong grip as well and beating back the primal part of your brain that had been far too active lately when it registered this information as very attractive. God you needed to get laid.

“Oh! I was wondering if you were new to the building. It’s so nice to meet you! Is it just you or-?”

“Yeah, just me. Only moved in a couple days ago. Lisa caught me in the hall and told me I should come tonight to meet the neighbors,” he answered before biting his lip, his eyes artfully dragging down your body and then back up again. “Glad I came.”

Normally, a move like that would have had you gagging and finding any excuse to get the hell out of there before the loser hitting on you would have gotten any other wrong ideas about you. But after the events as of late and the slow descent into insanity they had pushed you into, your sense of attraction had gotten ten shades of fucked up and at this point you were willing to do anything you could to get yourself out of this spiral.

Definitely wasn’t because of the pair of eyes you were absolutely certain were watching your every movement and had been since you’d walked into the party a half an hour ago. Definitely not.

Even if your ego had you glancing quickly to the kitchen to confirm that Eddie was indeed watching the exchange between the two of you, a small frown at the corner of his mouth. Beaming at David, you gave him a onceover as well, eyes raking over his fit frame and placing a hand on his upper arm and squeezing the toned muscle there. 

Leaning up, you spoke into his ear, letting your lips just graze the shell of it as you did.

“I’m glad you came too. You wanna go dance?” You asked, leaning back to look up at him through your lashes. 

You could see the way his eyes darkened, pupils dilating as he nodded. Sinking the rest of your drink, you reveled in the rush that flooded through your veins, letting it bolster your courage as you led David by the hand to the small crowd of people on the makeshift dance floor. Turning to face him, you grabbed both of his hands and placed them on your hips, swaying in time with the music and smiling invitingly at him. He was more than eager to oblige and let you lead the dance, your hands crossed behind his head as you stared into his hungry gaze, wetting your lips with your tongue in a way that was sure to make him wild for you. 

It made you feel powerful, the effect you had on him, and combined with the pleasant buzz in your skull and the thrill of knowing Eddie was watching you, undoubtedly jealous that you were letting someone else touch you so casually and openly, it made you feel invincible.

Spinning around, you pressed yourself against David’s body and held his hands on top of your hips as you ground ever so slightly against him. You could hear his slight gasp and the mumbled ‘fuck’ as he squeezed your hips and pushed himself against the swell of your ass, using your body for much needed friction. Closing your eyes, you let yourself give in to the sensation and the welcome heat and weight of a body against yours. 

Desire was beginning to curl in your gut quickly, reinforced by the feeling of something hard rubbing against you, and your body was begging to be touched more, completely and thoroughly, unobstructed by the meager barrier of clothes. 

And when David’s hands began to climb up your waist, your thoughts turned wild and uncontained as your imagination betrayed you, replacing the bare hands that just cupped your breasts with ones that bore the weight and cool bite of rings, tingeing the breath at your neck with the scent of cheap cigarettes, and creating a low baritone hum in your ear just before your heard a familiar whispered ‘Kitten’ into it. 

You couldn’t help the uttered ‘Eddie’ that slipped from your lips, your eyes snapping open when David asked a confused, “Pardon?”

Turning back to him, you gave him a coquettish smile and shook your head. 

“Nothing. Hey, I’ll be right back, okay? Need to run to the bathroom,” you told him before slipping away into the crowd before he could say anything. 

Keeping an eye out, you hurried into Lisa’s bedroom, uncaring if it was technically off limits for the party or whatever. You needed a minute to get your shit together and you weren’t about to wait in the line for the guest bathroom you’d seen earlier when you’d first staked out your wallflower spot. Closing the door behind you, you went into the en suite and turned on the faucet to splash your face with water, closing your eyes and taking a few deep, steadying breaths. Looking up into the mirror, you glared at yourself.

“Really?” you asked the reflection, judgemental eyes staring back at you. “You want him out of your head, right? Get it together already, you idiot.”

Taking a final sharp breath, you grabbed the hand towel and were patting your face dry when you heard the door click open to your left. 

Shit, you cursed internally, prepared to get reamed by your neighbor for sneaking into her room without her permission. But just before you could face her, the door snicked shut again and you heard a weight lean against it, metal scraping lightly against the grain. 

“Having fun out there, Kitten?”

Your heart jumped up to your throat and you whirled around to where Eddie had blocked the door, trademark smirk fixed on his face and hands in his pockets, a picture of arrogance. You swear you heard something pop from how hard you were clenching your jaw as you glared at him, trying to ignore the way your blood began to sing at his appearance. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake-Actually, yes. Yeah, I am, thanks for asking, Munson,” you spat. “Now if you don’t mind, I should get back out there, David’ll be wondering where I am.”

Eddie’s smirk sharpened at the other man’s name, snorting softly when you crossed your arms over your chest in irritation. He mirrored your pose, the leather of his jacket whispering softly as the material brushed against itself. Heat gathered low in your belly, his haughtiness like an aphrodisiac made specifically for you. 

“David,” Eddie crooned, testing out the syllables in his mouth. “Looks like you found a Prince Charming, huh, Princess?”

You shivered at the older nickname, skin breaking out into goosebumps from equal parts thrill and disgust.

“Move, Munson. I don’t have the patience for your games right now,” you warned, knowing that if you didn’t get away from him soon, things were going to get out of control far too quickly.

Eddie’s smirk dropped at your tone, arms falling back to his sides as he pushed off the door frame and stepped into your space, forcing you to lean backwards to try and keep the space between you as he crowded you against the vanity. His eyes fell to your lips, drawing your attention to his mouth as well, at how his lips parted slightly to make room for his tongue to dip out and wet them, glistening and begging to be bitten bloody. 

“Get off, Munson,” you managed to whisper, making no move to push him off in spite of your words.

Ignoring your command, he leaned in further, and in an act that turned your world upside down, he brushed your noses together in a manner so soft that it made you think you might have been dreaming it all.

“Or what?” he asked. 

You were still too caught up in the surreal intimacy of what he’d just done to actually register what he’d said. 

“Wha-?”

He smiled down at you again, the glint of sharp teeth enough to pull you from the trance he’d seemingly put you under. 

“I said ‘or what?’ Kitten. What are you going to do if I don’t get off? You gonna let me see those claws again?”

In the cage of his body, you were helpless to conceal the way your cheeks stained pink at the way he breathed the taunting words across your face, whiskey soaked and sordid. How it made your vision go blurry and your chest start to heave just a little.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, freak,” you rasped, dredging up what little coldness you still clung to, locking eyes with him as you threw the insult.

Lightning fast, he gripped you by the jaw, thumb and forefinger pressing your mouth into a small pout as he pinned you fully to the vanity with his body weight. Turning your face to the side, he nosed at your pulsepoint and licked a wet stripe from it up to the shell of your ear, making your eyes cross and your toes curl. 

“You’re right, I would like it,” he confessed, biting your ear gently as he murmured into it. “Like it when you’re mean, like it a lot.”

Grabbing your wrist with his free hand, he pulled it to the front of his jeans and pressed your palm against the bulge there, already ridiculously hard. He sucked in a sharp gasp when you cupped it in surprise, burying his face in your neck to muffle the sound. You were beginning to feel light headed, getting emotional whiplash from going from one extreme to another between his words and actions. You had expected the conflict and the resulting tension, had wanted it even, the heat and threat of it, but for him to go so far as to admit how much he wanted it too? It was getting out of control, and fast.

Reaching a hand up into his hair, you grabbed a fistful of the dark locks and yanked his head back, making him hiss as you forced him to look at you. The two of you stared at each other unblinking for a long moment before the tension snapped like a taut piano wire and you were crushing your mouths together in a hungry kiss that quickly had you breathless and dizzy from its intensity. You could taste blood, unsure of whose it was but unable to care when he lifted you onto the edge of the sink, pulling your skirt up over your hips. 

Splaying your legs apart, he licked into your mouth as he slipped his hand under your panties and pressed two fingers inside of you, your slick making for an easy entrance. He swallowed your responding moan, pumping his fingers in and out of you and soaking his hand in the process. Breaking the kiss to watch your face, Eddie fucked you with his fingers, brushing his thumb over your clit and making you lift your hips to urge him deeper, faster. His expression was rapturous, caught under a spell of your making that you were unsure was in your control any longer and the thought excited you far more than it should have, a whimper taking form at the base of your throat and pushing its way past your lips.

“You were trying to make me jealous out there, weren’t you?” Eddie said, letting the words hang between you as he switched from watching your face to watching the place where his fingers slid in and out of you. 

“Don’t-mmnngh!- flatter yourself,” you panted, the lewd sounds coming from your cunt nearly drowning out your voice in the small space.

“Oh but I am. I saw you look for me before you took him to the floor. I told you before, didn’t I? All you have to do is ask,” he said, eyes glittering with triumph, knowing he’d gotten you. 

And he had gotten you. You knew there was no denying it at this point, you’d been about as subtle as a brick through a window in your efforts, and you knew you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. 

Scoffing and rolling your eyes, you grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from the mess between your legs, holding it up to your mouth. Without missing a beat, you slid one of his soaked fingers into your mouth, sucking on it slowly and cleaning it, the taste of your arousal coating your tongue. Eddie went rigid as he watched your little display, his breath slowing and deepening as his eyes darkened and he swallowed hard. Easing the digit from between your lips, you pulled off with a pop and retrieved his ring that you’d removed in the process. Grinning sharply, you held it aloft to inspect it and then slid it onto your thumb, the jewelry still a little loose around your largest finger. 

“Now then, you gonna keep talking, or are you going to fuck me already?”, you purred, leaning back onto your hands with casual smugness, looking down at the tent in his pants pointedly. 

Eddie looked absolutely ruined, despite you barely touching him since you’d started this dance. His hair was wild, ruddy cheeked, and his lips red and kiss bitten. You were sure you weren’t faring much better, but even so, you were riding on a high that made you incomparably powerful. Keeping his eyes glued to the finger you wore his ring on, he followed your example and finished cleaning off the rest of his fingers, albeit much more quickly, sucking your juices off before he began to unbuckle his belt and tugged his jeans and boxers down his thighs. 

You bit your lip as his cock sprang free from its confines, a deep red and leaking precome as he grabbed your hip to line himself up with your entrance, not even removing your ruined panties in favor of just pushing them to the side. Your eyes fluttered shut as he ran the tip through your folds, pleasure sparking as it bumped your clit, and you couldn’t help but whine in anticipation of it. But instead of pushing in like you’d been waiting for, he continued to rut himself against you, the friction no longer enough to satisfy your needs. 

“Hurry up, Munson, or I’m gonna leave you here with your dick in your hand while I go find David to fuck me instead,” you sneered irritably. 

“Jesus Christ, Kitten, just give me a second. Wanna make sure I’m nice and lubed up so I don’t hurt you, alright?” he said through grit teeth, sounding strained. 

“That’s real sweet of you, but I don’t think it’ll be an issue, now stop fucking about and fuck me,” you ordered, wrapping a leg behind him and using it to pull him forward, his dick sliding home and filling you instantly. 

Your head fell back and thunked against the mirror, a drawn out moan pouring from you at the absolute fullness he provided you, a strangled groan coming from him as well. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, what the hell,” he gasped. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Move.”

“Give. Me. A. Second!”

Using your arms as leverage, you rolled your hips, ignoring his protest in favor of chasing that which he was denying you. 

“Kitten!” he warned. 

You grit your teeth as he grabbed your hips to try and stop you, his forehead pressing into your shoulder. 

“Stop whining and fuck me, Eddie,” you growled, trying to peel his hands off of you enough for you to take your pleasure, pausing when you heard him say your name far too quietly, his voice breaking from the weight of it. 

You couldn’t see his face, the curtain of his hair concealing it from you, and a pang of concern struck within you, worried that you might have gone too far. 

“Ed…Eddie?” you tried softly, hovering your hand over his shoulder. 

He was quiet, shoulders heaving slightly as he breathed heavily, unmoving otherwise. 

“Are you…okay?”

He peeked up at you through his waves, some of the strands sticking to his face from the sheen of sweat that coated his forehead. 

“Sorry, I just,” he started, blowing out a long exhale. “I’ll give you what you want in a second. Just… wait, yeah?”

“Eddie we don’t have to do this if-”

“No, fuck that, we’re doing this. Just-just give me a second so I don’t blow my load too fast, okay?”

Something warm filled your chest, melting away the rest of the ice you’d always specifically reserved for him. Your eyes went round with surprise and you had to look away from him to try and maintain what little sense of self preservation you still clung to around him. 

“Nearly came just from getting your dick in me, huh, Munson? Someone sure is eager,” you chided, deflecting from the almost tender moment you just shared.. “Maybe I should start calling you Puppy. You’ve certainly got the eyes for it.”

Eddie huffed a laugh, the warm puff of air from it tickling your neck. 

“Puppy and Kitten, huh? Could be fun,” he breathed, before punctuating the last word with an abrupt thrust that knocked your breath from your lungs. 

He gripped your hips again, tight enough that you knew there’d be marks later as he started to fuck you in earnest, holding you place as he railed you into the sink, punching little sounds out of you with each thrust. Wrapping your legs around him, you smiled at him wickedly before grabbing his face and pulling him back into another searing kiss, chasing his tongue with your own. 

Your fingers tangled into his hair and tugged meanly, no doubt pulling out a few strands, and you laughed when he groaned from the mixture of pleasure and pain. Taking it a step further, you caught his lower lip with your teeth and sank them into the plush of it, drawing blood and renewing the tang of it on your tastebuds, red coating your mouths as they slid together, slick with spit too. 

“Such a good puppy for me,” you mock praised, letting your nails skate down his scalp to his neck and wrapping your hand around the front of it, just to hold as he hit that delicious spot inside you that made your eyes cross a little bit. “Fucking me just how I want, and so happy to do it, too.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie wheezed, his cock throbbing inside you. 

Sitting up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, rolling your hips in time with his and creating a near perfect rhythm that had you both gasping and moaning, swallowing each other’s sounds with hungry mouths that couldn’t get enough of each other. Snaking a hand between your bodies, Eddie pressed his thumb against your clit and rubbed it in tight circles, stars bursting behind your closed eyelids and ecstasy raking down your spine. 

“Fuck, Eddie, just like that,” you cried, the pretense falling away as you climbed higher towards your climax, the rumble of impending release thundering in the not too far distance. “Getting close.”

“Me too,” he said into your neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin there. “Can I leave a mark? Please?”

Your vision went sideways for a brief moment, a thrill running through you at his request. 

“Wha-? Why?”

“Because I want that fucker out there to see you come back with a hickey that he didn’t give you,” he growled in answer. 

“Yeah, him and everyone else out there,” you reminded him breathily. 

Eddie smirked at your protest.

“What’s the matter, Kitten? Afraid of people knowing that you fucked your hot roommate?”

You snorted, narrowing your eyes at him in exasperation. 

“God you’re so-nghh-shit-so full of yourself, you know that?”, you groaned, biting back a whimper when he hit your g-spot just right. “Fuck it, fine. Hah-Someone's bound to see us both-both come out of here and spread the rumors anyways. Might as well give them a show.”

Baring your throat to him, you whined when he attached his lips to it, sucking a bruise to the spot before running his tongue over it and making you cringe at the sticky feeling. His responding grin was wild and made your heart skip a beat. 

“So gross,” you complained. “Make me come already.”

“Sure thing, Princess,” he cooed, resuming his brutal pace, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. 

It wasn’t much longer before the coil that had been steadily tightening inside you snapped and your orgasm was ripping through you mercilessly, forcing you to shove your face into his neck to muffle the scream that threatened to announce your location to the whole party still going on outside the bubble the two of you had created for yourselves. A choked sound of release reverberated just behind your ear, Eddie flooding your cunt as he came hard, his hips stuttering as he did. 

“Shit,” he panted. “Shit.”

“What?” you asked, nuzzling into his skin. 

“I didn’t-I didn’t mean to come in you,” he told you, sounding sheepish. 

“S’okay,” you slurred. “On the pill.”

“Oh thank fuck,” he said, sighing in relief. 

You kind of giggled, the afterglow of your orgasm leaving you feeling kind of boneless in his arms, heedless of the fact that this was Eddie you were practically cuddling. It was actually kind of nice and he obviously didn’t mind if the hand rubbing your thigh was anything to go off of, and you figured you could let yourself have this moment before you resumed loathing him. 

Or maybe you can try and not hate him, a voice in the back of your head suggested, the idea rankling a bit, if only because it wasn’t exactly a terrible one. 

“You doing okay there, Kitten? Not that I hate this or anything, but you’re never sweet like this and it’s kind of freaking me out.”

And just like that, the bubble burst and you sat back, staring at him with tired irritation. 

“Well, I was until you had to go and ruin the moment,” you grumbled. 

Looking between your still conjoined bodies, you winced. 

“This is gonna be so goddamned messy. Can you reach the toilet paper?”

“Or I have a better idea,” he said, sliding out of you and dropping to his knees in front of you, pulling off your underwear and stuffing them into his back pocket. 

Before you could react, he was shoving his face into your pussy, tongue replacing his dick and catching what began to leak out of you, lapping it all up with no hesitation. Your vision whited out as he cleaned you with his mouth just like you’d cleaned his fingers earlier, slow and thorough, making sure to get every drop that he could, even the residual stickiness that clung to the insides of your thighs. By the time he was finished, you were trembling like a damn newborn fawn, legs twitching on either side of his head, and feeling even needier than you’d been before he’d fucked you senseless. 

Standing back up, he licked his lips and wiped his chin with his sleeve, a slight stain visible in the leather when he dropped his arm back to his side, giving you a wink that left you dizzy.

“What the fuck,” you whispered, totally gobsmacked. 

“Do you want to leave first, or should I?” Eddie asked, his usual smugness returned in full as he tucked himself back into his jeans and pulled your skirt back down as well, helping you down from the sink. 

Finding your bearings, you turned to look at your reflection, grimacing at your disheveled appearance and fixing what you could. The mark in your neck was already noticeably dark, but there was nothing to be done about it, so you smoothed your dress out as best you could and combed your hair down with your fingers, summoning the courage to go back out as Eddie watched you. 

“I’ll go first. Gonna find Lisa and tell her I’m headed out. Give it a couple minutes before you come out so I don’t have to see everyone’s faces when they realize, yeah?”, you instructed, catching his eye in the mirror. 

“Not gonna get David’s number then?” Eddie asked teasingly. 

“Fuck off, Munson.”

His smile turned wolfish.  

“I thought it was Puppy?”

You clenched your eyes shut for a second, exhaling loudly through your nose. Facing him, you fixed him with a stern look. 

“Listen Eddie, if we’re gonna keep doing this, and as much as it pains me to admit it, I do want to keep doing this, I think that it would be for the best if we tried a little harder to not piss each other off every chance we get. It’s… fun when we do it to mess around, but we’re still roommates first and I think it’s about time we showed each other the respect we owe each other as such, don’t you?”

It was a quiet few moments before he replied, expression serious as he said, “So what I’m hearing is that you want to do this again?”

It took everything in your power not to punch that stupid smirk off his face, instead glaring at him as you clenched your fists tightly and moved to push past him. He was quick to grab you by the shoulders and hold you back, trying not to laugh at your expression as he apologized. 

“Whoa, whoa, hold on, I’m sorry, that was mean. Couldn’t help it though, you're just so cute when you’re mad,” he excused, tongue poking between his lips mischievously as an unwelcome blush rose on your cheeks at the compliment. “I understand, sweetheart. I’ll do better, I swear it.”

“Really?” you asked with a healthy degree of skepticism.

“Really.”

You searched his face for any signs of sarcasm, but only found sincerity in its place. Relaxing, you smiled at him tentatively and nodded. 

“Okay then, I’ll see you at home then?”

His smile softened. 

“Yeah, see you at home, Kitten.”

You didn’t even roll your eyes at the pet name this time, slipping from the bathroom after checking the bedroom was still empty, and doing the same at the next door. Looking around the small crowd, you searched for your neighbor and spotted her in the kitchen, talking to… David. Cursing to yourself, you reluctantly headed over to them, fighting the blush that was creeping up your face as you approached. 

David spotted you first, raising a hand in greeting and you could feel the moment his eyes landed on the mark on your throat, his smile dimming quickly. A few feet away, a leather clad arm draped itself across your shoulders and guided you over to the two of them, your blush fully taking over your face as you realized what was about to happen. 

“Hey guys, how’s it going? Great party, Lee,” Eddie greeted cooly, squeezing your shoulder. 

Lisa’s eyebrows were practically in her hair from how high they’d climbed her forehead, eyes darting between you and Eddie as she connected the dots instantly, her focus finally fixating on you as she gave you a look that screamed no fucking way. You didn’t think your face could get any hotter than it had been moments ago, but now you practically felt feverish from how flushed you were and you wished the ground would just swallow you up already.

“David, right?” Eddie asked, extending his hand to David, who eyed it suspiciously before taking it stoically and shaking it once before dropping it like Eddie was poisonous. “I really appreciate you dancing with Princess here earlier. While I would have loved to indulge her myself, I’ve been cursed to bear the lifelong burden of two left feet and I was feeling bad that she wasn’t going to be able to let loose until you showed up, so thanks for that, man.”

Mortified was probably the best word to describe your current state and you were digging hard to find your voice, but the damn thing seemed to have abandoned you in the moment, and all you could do was shoot Eddie a helpless glance. Thankfully he seemed to catch your meaning and offered Lisa an apologetic smile.

“While we hate to bail so soon, someone isn’t feeling too well, said she was feeling a little overheated and dizzy, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t get her home and make sure she’s okay,” Eddie lied, looking down at you with exaggerated concern.

Swallowing thickly, you smiled weakly back at him and your neighbor, ignoring the icy glare you were getting from the other man.

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a bit off, would hate to ruin your party in case I, like, faint or something,” you excused, swaying a bit for good measure. “I’m sorry, Lee.”

Lisa bit back a smile and nodded with faux sympathy, pretending to go along with it for your sake.

“Yeah, no, of course. You go home and rest. Feel better, Honey. Let me know if you need anything,” she reassured.

Eddie didn’t waste anymore time before he started to lead you to the door, throwing a wave over his shoulder. 

“It was nice to meet you, David! See ya around!”

You don’t step out from Eddie’s arm until the two of you are around the corner of your hall, hidden from anyone who might have left the party behind you. You hurried to the door of you apartment, fumbling with your keys and bursting inside once you unlocked it. Eddie followed behind you leisurely, locking the door once more behind you and watched as you leaned against the wall, your face buried in your hands as you slid down and groaned.

“Eddie, what the fuck, man?”

“I believe I do recall you saying something about ‘giving them a show’?” he reminded you, walking past you and heading into the kitchen while you remained on the floor.

You groaned again, recalling your words with perfect clarity, the bruise on your neck throbbing as a reminder as well.

Footsteps approached again and you peeked through your hands at Eddie’s boots in front of you. Looking up, you saw him holding a glass of water out to you. You took it with a grumbled thanks as he sat down next to you, taking a swig of the refreshingly cold liquid.

“There’s no denying it now, huh?” you mumbled, resting your head against the wall behind you.

“Nah, probably not,” he agreed. “Is that okay?”

You searched within yourself for your feelings, surprised by the answer you found.

“Actually, yeah. Doesn’t really bother me like I thought it might.”

You could feel him watching you and you turned to look back.

“Do you really want to keep doing this?”

The smile you offered him was probably the most genuine one you’d ever given him in the time you’d known him.

“Yeah. Might as well actually enjoy ourselves if everyone is going to be thinking we are anyways, right?”

He smiled back, his dimples deep and his eyes glittering.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Cool. Now give me back my panties so I can wash them, pervert.”

“Hell no, they’re mine now. Consider them my trophy.”

“You’re so fucking gross.”

“Only for you, sweetheart.” Eddie Munson was unbearable. But maybe that’s why you couldn’t seem to stay away.

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This Across the Spiderverse brain rot could not have come at a worse time. I was working on part two of yours alone last week and the I went and saw the movie Wednesday and I was so consumed by it, I saw it again Friday night with my bestie and now we’ve created a feedback loop of us just sending Miguel edits back and forth with each other.

I WAS SERIOUSLY TRYING TO FINISH THIS DAMN CHAPTER AND ALL I CAN HEAR IN MY BRAIN IS RIDE BY SIR-MiX-ALOT WHILE I IMAGINE THOSE FANGS

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Joseph Quinn / Fan Expo Dallas 2023

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Hey babe, remember this? Well-

Is this shit recording yet?

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Enemies to “I found you while hurt and had to take care of you and in your vulnerable state I saw a side of you I’ve never seen before” to lovers

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day 4: hurt/comfort

@steddie-week

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Steve Harrington is the growl crawling up the back of his throat, the cavernous hunger in the pit of his stomach. The all-consuming need to devour. To worship.

A rabbit-hearted, sweet thing casting sidelong glances. With a blush, a trembling breath, eyes widening when he’s caught looking.

And Eddie’s ready, wolf in wait, when Steve chances another backwards glance.

Smiles wide, wicked and twisted.

Shows teeth.

Steddie week Day One Hunger/Pining 🖤

@steddie-week

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a little more s1 steddie // steve’s trying to get eddie to warm up to him; it’s not happening yet

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yours alone

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Chapter One: All You Have is Your Fire

Summary: "Things had been going… surprisingly well in the weeks following the night of Lisa’s party.

Still sat against the entry hall wall, your ruined underwear still in his back pocket, the two of you finally talked through the issues in your relationship as roommates and figured out the necessary compromises you both needed in order to coexist together in a way that wouldn’t end up with one of you behind bars for battery. It’s funny what a little open communication can do for people looking for mutual respect and understanding.

Well, the sex certainly helped too."

Word count: 8.4k

Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors DNI! rough sex, penetration, explicit language, biting, choking, pet names, role reversal, feelings realization, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, praise, vaginal fingering, spit as lube, drug and alcohol use, .

A/N: alright so this obviously took longer to update than I planned, but here's chapter one of Part Three as promised! I really am sorry it took so long, but I promise it'll have been worth the wait and so will be the ending!! I hope this smut is enought to make up for it 🙈

(if anyone would like the link to the video that inspired the scene, send me a DM, I'd be happy to share)

Un-beta'd as usual, feel free to message me any typos or tags I might gave missed, and enjoy!!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three Chap. Two coming soon

Masterlist of my other works

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Things had been going… surprisingly well in the weeks following the night of Lisa’s party.

Still sat against the entry hall wall, your ruined underwear still in his back pocket, the two of you finally talked through the issues in your relationship as roommates and figured out the necessary compromises you both needed in order to coexist together in a way that wouldn’t end up with one of you behind bars for battery. It’s funny what a little open communication can do for people looking for mutual respect and understanding.

Well, the sex certainly helped too.

Between jobs, school, and the separate social lives, you found yourselves increasingly drawn to one another whenever you were both home at the same time. Meals were shared and you even started to hangout in some of your available free time which, not that you’d ever admit it, had grown in favor of spending it with him over other activities. Most of these occurrences would start out innocent for the most part, but inevitably something would pass between the two of you and someone would say something offhand, and the banter would begin, tension growing higher and higher until you were tearing at each other’s clothes and end with you in a pile of sweaty limbs, bruises and bitemarks covering your bodies. 

The dynamic had shifted, that much was plain to you, but part of you wondered how much and what that might exactly mean.

Whatever it meant, you weren’t about to risk losing it. 

At least for now.

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Two months later 

It was nearly midnight when you finally got back from a group study session that had run far later than you’d intended, and you were only half surprised to find Eddie camped out in the living room with his acoustic guitar in his lap, picking out a soft song on its strings, a look of concentration fixed upon his face. His brows were knit together tightly as he closely monitored his finger placement, with his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, hyper focused on whatever song he was working on learning at the moment. You bit your lips into your mouth to hide the smile that formed, the frankly adorable and entertaining look of concentration on his face a welcome sight after spending dreadfully long hours cramming for your exams.

Slipping your bag off your shoulder and placing it by your door, you headed into the kitchen as quietly as you could so you wouldn’t interrupt him, an effort that turned out to be in vain when he greeted you without looking up from his instrument.

“You’re home pretty late, huh?” he observed, smiling at himself after what you assumed was him playing a chord progression correctly.

Opening the fridge and retrieving a beer, you twisted the cap off and took a hearty swallow of the beverage, groaning in agreement.

“Yeah, midterm prep is really kicking my ass,” you replied, wandering into the living room and dropping into the armchair next to the couch. 

Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you let your eyes wander over his appearance, appreciating the peeks of skin his cutout shirt afforded you in contrast to the baggy sweatpants half hidden under his guitar. His hair was pulled up in a loose bun he sometimes wore around the apartment, the look suiting him more than you’d ever freely admit. Some of the shorter layers of his hair would fall free from the hair tie and frame his face in such a way that drew your attention to the strong slant of his jaw and then inevitably down to the column of his throat. Of which was currently sporting a couple of fading hickies that you’d left from your last romp in the bed a few days ago.

Should freshen those up soon, the thought rising to the forefront of your brain before you chased it away with another gulp of your beer, slipping down the chair cushions and closing your eyes to listen to him continue playing.

“Everytime I hear you or one of my friends complain about exams and papers and all that shit, I’m reminded how glad I am that I never decided to go to college. Suffered enough of it with my extra years of high school,” he sighed, strumming a few more notes before letting them fade into the air and setting the guitar gently against the side of the couch. 

That caught your attention, the small admission about his past snagging on something in the sludge of your exhausted brain and holding there, begging to be examined. 

“You had to repeat some years?” you asked, not hiding the surprise in your voice. In the wake of the budding friendship that had started to grow between you, you’d come to see that despite his choice not to pursue higher education, Eddie was smart. True cleverness and wit hidden beneath the mask of bravado he wore around most, only revealed to those he deemed trustworthy and those who had the patience to wait for it.

“Yeah, senior year. Took me three tries and a lot of cheering and support from my uncle and my friends, but I got there eventually,” he explained, gaze going kind of distant, corner of his mouth tugging down in a small frown before he seemed to shake it off and look over at you, smiling warmly. 

Your heart tripped over itself in your chest, fluttering pathetically at something that had no right to make you feel like this. You ignored it as the memory of a particular photo from his room came to mind at the mention of his friends. 

“How is your uncle?” you asked quickly, changing the subject as you decided that maybe you weren’t feeling quite brave enough to learn any more of Eddie’s past in your current state, exhaustion and partial inebriation weakening your defenses more than you liked. 

Something seemed to sharpen in Eddie’s eyes at the redirection but it vanished again as he settled back into the cushions and stretched his legs out, mirroring your posture. And when he lifted his hips ever so slightly and spread his legs, you felt your senses sharpen in response, recognizing the game had begun. 

“Wayne’s good, yeah. Visiting his hometown with his old lady down in Tennessee, showing her the mountains and waterfalls,” he told you, sliding his palms up and down his thighs, the movement pulling the fabric across his lap taut. You tried to maintain eye contact, but your peripherals were enough to catch the outline of his dick come into better definition, already starting to harden. 

Your mouth went dry and it was all you could do not to choke when you drained the rest of your bottle in order to wet it again, squeezing your legs together as your cunt throbbed in anticipation. 

“That's good to hear,” you said, smiling cooly as the alcohol began to buzz in your head. “He’s a great guy. Deserves good things.”

“He really does,” Eddie agreed, regarding you with heavy lidded eyes. “How about you, Princess? How are you? You’re looking a bit warm there.”

Your breath hitched as his eyes trailed down the slouched length of your body before flicking back up to your face, unmistakable hunger in their dark depths. 

Leaning forward, you deposited your empty bottle onto the coffee table, sliding a coaster underneath it as an excuse to use the extra seconds to try and gather yourself.

“Just the booze, you know how it makes me all flushed.”

“You sure about that, Princess? Nothing else bothering you? I only ask because you’re looking a little tense too. I could give you a massage if you like? Help you get some of those kinks out,” he taunted in a low rumble, practically purring. 

You let a couple beats pass between you before you answered, dropping the facade for another.

“Okay,” you said bluntly, grinning inwardly when his brows disappeared under his bangs as you got up and moved over to him, sitting astride his lap. “What would you do then, if I asked, Puppy? Tell me.”

You watched as he processed your words, grabbing his hands as he tried to place them on your hips. 

“Nuh uh, just tell me first, and then we’ll see if I want your help.”

You could feel his dick twitch where it was trapped underneath you, your core tightening in response as well. 

“Would start off easy first, work on your neck and shoulders, see what kind of pressure you liked,” he began, voice gravelly as he breathed heavily under you. “Get you nice and relaxed.”

You rolled your neck and shoulders, putting on a show of how tight they felt as you stretched the sore muscles and let a tense moan slip out from the strain of it. Eddie’s eyes widened a fraction at the sound, his nostrils flaring while you arched your back on another stretch that had your pussy pressing against his erection harder, grinding against ever so slightly to tease him with friction. 

“That does sound nice,” you considered, finally placing his hands on your hips and squeezing them, but still not letting go. “What else?”

“Would have you lay face down on your bed so I could do your back next. Shirt and bra off, maybe your pants too so I could work on the rest of you if you wanted. Full body massage,” he described, hands kneading and squeezing your hips as you started slowly rolling against him, building the friction you both needed. 

“Mhm, very good. Keep going,” you instructed, letting go of his hands to pull your shirt off, tossing it next to you on the couch. 

“Get you all loose and relaxed like I said I would, eating up all those little sounds you’d be making, every sigh and moan. Make you feel so good. Would probably be hard as a rock by then too. But I wouldn’t touch you anywhere you didn’t ask me to. Not until you tell me to.”

“And what would you do once I told you I did?”

Testing the waters, he slid one hand up to cup your breast through your bra, waiting to see if you’d pull back again. You just smiled down at him, saying nothing as you waited for him to continue. 

“I’d turn you over. Wanna see your face as I touch you. Tease you a little, play with your tits, your stomach, everywhere but where you'd want me to touch except the one play you’d need me to.”

You mewled softly at the image of it in your mind’s eye, Eddie teasing you as he kneeled at your side, fingertips ghosting along your skin, lightly pinching your nipples and skating along the insides of your thighs, avoiding touching your aching pussy. His dick straining in his pants so enticingly close to your face while he played with your body with the same care he showed his beloved instruments, playing with you until he got the perfect sound out of you. 

“And when I tell you I can’t take it anymore?” you asked breathlessly, your pulse racing and your body nearly quaking now, your restraint holding on by a thread. 

“Then I’d fuck you like no one has ever fucked you before. Until you forget your name, and mine too. Until you came so hard you couldn’t see straight and begged me to stop.”

You stilled in his lap, staring down at him as he paused too, your eyes locked together and the room falling away around you. 

“And what if I didn’t want you to stop? What if I told you not to stop, even if I begged? Even if I cried? That the only way I’d ask you to stop is if I said it with a safeword?”

“You want that?”

You nodded.

“I can do that.”

You smiled, relieved that he seemed as keen as you were. Rough sex was the regular for you two, but you found yourself wanting to try something more, something that required trust that you were becoming increasingly sure you could put in him to do it with. 

He made you feel… safe.

“Good. Not tonight. But soon,” you told him, getting out of his lap and heading towards his room, shimmying out of your jeans and stepping out of them on the way. “Now hurry up and come fuck me like normal so I can get some sleep.”

Eddie came out of the daze you’d left him in and scrambled after you, nearly forgetting his guitar before running back to get it and then chasing after you again. 

Waking up in Eddie’s bed could still be a little bit of a shock when you came to, his scent filling your nostrils before your eyes opened, a baseline of salt and warm skin, mixed with a slight woodsiness that was such a stark contrast from the generic smell of his shampoo and soap. It sometimes made you wonder if it came from living so close to the woods surrounding his hometown, a piece of the wilderness that still lived inside of him even after leaving it years ago. 

But whatever its origin, it never failed to draw you in deeper, to where its source lay beside you, usually still asleep until you’d press your face into his neck in a rare act of deeper intimacy. But even more rare than that were the days like today where Eddie was actually awake and up before you, pulling on bits of clothing and the couple of pieces of jewelry that he could wear safely at his job at a garage a few blocks away. So instead of his neck, you grabbed his abandoned but still warm pillow and pressed your face into it to inhale deeply. 

“You’re coming to the show tomorrow night, right?” Eddie asked, interrupting your pillow huffing. 

Hugging the pillow to your chest, you looked down the bed to where he was hopping on one foot as he pulled on his coveralls. You snorted a laugh as he nearly fell over, pushing up onto your elbows to look at him more clearly. 

“Yeah, at eight right? The Crow Bar?”

“Yep, you got it, though if you showed up earlier to wish us luck, I wouldn’t complain,” he teased, grinning at you, the sharp points of his teeth glinting in the low lamplight. 

Your thighs ached deliciously at the memory of those teeth in your flesh, the impressions of them bruised into your skin. You slipped a hand back under the covers to press at them lightly, shivering at the slight pain. 

“And torture myself with more ear splitting music than I’ll already be doing listening to you play? Don’t push your luck there, Puppy. Besides, I’m already pushing my own luck by coming out instead of studying for these damn exams next week,” you reminded, dropping back against his mattress with quiet huff. 

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” Eddie said in his best Nicholson impression, coming round to your side of the bed, a deranged smile on his face.

“Oh fuck off, I play plenty,” you scoffed, chucking his pillow at him, which he barely deflected in time before picking it off the floor and tossing back over to his side of the bed. 

“Don’t I know it. It feels like you used my back like your own personal scratching post, Kitten.”

“Aww, does Puppy need me to put some ointment on him?” you smirked, earning a warning look from him. “I didn’t hear you complaining about it last night.”

“Me? Complain? Never,” Eddie replied with a wink before shrugging on his leather jacket and opening his door. “I know you’ll miss me when I’m not here, but try not to stay in my bed all day, okay?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him the finger before sitting up and wrapped yourself in the comforter, following him out of the room and shuffling into yours to throw on some clothes. He called out a cheery byeeee to you which you returned with a farewell that was far less enthusiastic before you heard the door close and lock. Dropping the blanket, you shivered in the cold before putting on a sweater and soft pants, going over a mental checklist for your day. 

Eat breakfast, study, study, try to remember to eat lunch, study, call your parents and try to avoid the topic of dating like the plague, and then study even more before collapsing in your bed to sleep. 

Blowing out an apathetic breath, you headed to the kitchen to begin your boring day. 

You kind of missed Eddie. 

Shit. 

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The next day seemed to drag on endlessly between the two classes you had, both thankfully  turned into study halls by your professors, but still agonizingly long. And then you had your shift at the campus store, which was another six hours of taking inventory since the place was practically empty aside from yourself and your coworker and the four, yes, four, you’d counted, customers that came in during that time. 

After twenty minutes of closing duties, you were rushing back to your apartment to get ready with what little time you had left, panicking for ten of those minutes to figure out what the hell you were going to wear to a heavy metal bar, not to mention your makeup and hair. Settling on keeping your hair down and lining your eyes with thick eyeliner, you abandoned the search through your closet to dig through Eddie’s drawers instead, yanking on one of his black band shirts overtop a pair of your jeans and some hightops. Deciding this was the best you’d manage, you grabbed your purse and called a cab before heading downstairs to wait for your ride. 

It was ten till eight when you actually got to the venue and it still took you almost another twenty minutes just to get inside the damn place, and you were feeling fidgety when the bouncer finally waved you in. The music pulsed in the floor beneath your feet; the sound of a raucous guitar riff, heavy bassline, rapidfire drum beats, all accompanying a voice like a serrated knife that cut through the instruments and the din of the crowd. You took a breath, quickly registering that it was Eddie singing, sounding so different from the quiet voice you’d heard him use at home. The lyrics were edgy and dark, a little angry, but not unexpected given the genre and you made yourself relax enough to walk further inside, searching for the bar as you peeked over the heads in the crowd to try and see Eddie.

A small crowd lined the bar, all the guys wearing variations of outfits you’d seen Eddie wear whenever he went out, leather and denim, various bits of jewelry and accessories that usually bore a skull somewhere on them. The girls however, were all big hair and tight skirts, the darker, more sultry counterparts of the colorful outfits you’d seen at the clubs you’d gone to with friends, with far more black lace and lingerie worn in place of tops. There were a few dressed like you but not enough to make you feel like you were sorely underdressed despite this not being your scene whatsoever. 

You caught a few smirks and curious glances thrown your way, but you chose to ignore them and wait patiently for one of the bartenders to serve you. Drink in hand, you searched for a place where you might be able to watch the band play over the pulsing crowd pressed around the stage. Looking at one of the walls, you spotted a couple that seemed somehow familiar to you, the guy looking out of place in a navy blue polo and acid washed jeans, while the girl looked at least a little more conscious of her choice of attire in an outfit not dissimilar to your own.

Approaching more than a little nervously, you cleared your throat and practically yelled, “Hi!”

They moved practically in tandem, both their gazes swinging from the stage to where you stood in front of them, hand raised in greeting. The two of them scrutinized you for a moment before the girl smiled cordially and greeted you back while the guy offered you a cautiously restrained smile and a nod.

“Do you- You guys wouldn’t happen to know Eddie, would you?” You asked, leaning close to be heard. 

“Eddie? Oh, yeah, actually!” the girl responded, eyes growing big and smiling even wider at the mention of his name. “We went to school with him!”

Recognition dawned on you then, the picture you’d seen them in coming to mind. A group photo of him and others in green graduation gowns and caps, surrounded by a few other people his age, as well as a gaggle of kids all grinning wide at the camera. 

“How do you know Eddie?” the guy asked you, still watching you with curiosity. 

“I’m his roommate,” you answered, giving them your name. 

The two of them looked at each other before back at you, something unspoken passing between them and causing an embarrassed flush to start creeping up your neck. 

“So you’re the infamous roommate,” the guy said, not exactly covering his smirk with a drink from his cup before the girl gave him an exasperated look and punched him in the shoulder. 

“Dude!”

Your face fully heated now, your eyes widening as you stammered, “Wait, what do you mean?”

The song came to an end with a thunderous drum and guitar duet that drowned the girl out for a moment before she paused talking and waited for it to finish. Your skin prickled with anxiety, mind racing with possibilities of what exactly Eddie had told them about you. The crowd roared in the short interim between songs, Eddie’s voice calling out over the noise to thank them all for coming and asking if everyone was having a good time before the next song kicked up in a frenzy, Eddie growling the opening into the mic. 

Satisfied she might be heard now, the girl started again. 

“Ignore him, he’s just being an ass. It didn’t mean anything weird, it just meant that, like, we’ve heard so much about you and it’s nice to put a face to all that he’s described!” she explained, squeezing her eyes shut and making an annoyed face before backtracking. “That sounded bad too, sorry.”

“Good job, Robs.”

“Steve, I swear to God-” she grated out before addressing you again. “It really didn’t mean anything. It’s just Eddie has talked about you a lot recently and it’s kind of a first because he normally doesn’t talk about anyone except for like, himself, and it’s just really nice to meet you. Oh, I’m Robin, by the way, and this is Steve, sorry, should have introduced ourselves before I totally prattled on like that.”

You weren’t sure if you could blush any harder, but if you could, you were pretty sure steam would have been rising from your face like in one of those Saturday morning cartoons you used to watch. The way Robin talked about it, although almost incomprehensible at first, you could swear it sounded like Eddie practically talked about you like you were dating. Which, upon some very quick introspection, is probably what most anyone would assume if you explained it to one of your own friends. 

Doing your best to collect yourself, you asked if you could stand with them to watch the show, the two of them taking pity on you and agreeing readily. Taking the spot next to Steve, you could finally see up to where the band was rocking out on stage, Eddie front and center, singing as he played, and looking every inch the rockstar he made himself out to be. 

His long hair was already wild from the past fifteen minutes or so they’d been playing, some of it clinging to his sweat damp face, black tank top showing off the lean muscle of his arms shifting and moving as he played. Dark blue jeans with slashed knees covered his legs, chains dangling on the side from the belt loops and one of his bandanas hanging down in the back, swishing like a tail when he moved about on the stage. 

The look when combined with his flashy showmanship was making you feel like you wanted to eat him alive. 

Taking a swig of your drink, you let the burn of it down your throat ground you as you forced yourself to watch the rest of the band too so it wasn’t as obvious how entirely fixated on him you were. You tapped your foot along with the beat and nodded your head, a pale imitation of the others around you headbanging, but relaxed enough to get into the music. You were no expert on metal, but you could tell that the band was pretty decent and the audience definitely agreed, screaming and pulsing with an energy that had you getting a little lost in it too. 

At one point, you managed to catch Eddie’s eye, his already animated expression turning even more manic, grinning sharply before he turned his attention back to the mass of bodies beyond you and let loose on his guitar in a frantic burst of energy. It made you just a little smug that your presence might have affected him to that degree.

“You come to his shows a lot?” Steve asked you suddenly, leaning over to talk in your ear, catching you by surprise. 

You shook your head. 

“No, this is the first one I’ve been to,” you admitted with a sheepish smile. “Metal isn’t really my thing.”

Steve pulled back to give you a mildly disbelieving appraisal before ducking close again. 

“Wait really? I would have never guessed.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shrugging as you told him, “Stole the shirt from his room. Didn’t really feel like standing out like a sore thumb.”

Steve laughed, a hint of sarcasm in it. “Oh, what, you mean like me?”

“You said it, not me!” you retorted good humoredly. “This your first show too?”

“Nah, we’ve been to a couple before, but we’re up in Chicago, so it’s a bit of a drive for us. We usually go stay in our hometown so we don’t have to drive back home too late,” he explained. 

You were about to ask why they never bothered to stay with Eddie at the apartment when Robin unwittingly interrupted. 

“You guys! Let’s go mosh!” Robin said excitedly from his side, eyes bright with mischief. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

You floundered a bit, trying to find a polite excuse. 

“No thanks, I’m good with staying here and observing,” you said, wincing at the idea of joining the pit. With your luck, you’d end up accidentally getting your lights punched out and end up with a black eye. “You guys should go though, tell me how it is.”

Steve looked as apprehensive as you felt but he sighed and nodded at her, holding his cup out to you. 

“Watch my drink?”

You nodded and took it, mouthing good luck at him. He replied with a silent thanks.

The two of them disappeared into the crowd and you leaned against the wall, taking some solace in being alone again, if only so you could stare at Eddie without worrying his friends could see the hungry way you watched him. Especially the few times when Eddie’s eyes found yours again and reflected that hunger back at you. 

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After the set had finished and the band had taken their instruments off stage, you waited with Steve and Robin, speaking a little easier now that the only noise you had to compete with was the drone of the other people talking amongst themselves while they waited for the next performance to begin. Almost out of nowhere, Eddie appeared beside you, catching you by surprise and nearly making you drop your drink. He smiled apologetically and greeted his friends with hugs before he was whisking you all backstage to hang out away from the mass of people milling about the venue floor. He took you back into a cozy room that barely fit everyone, only big enough to house a few crowded couches and a sparsely stocked liquor cabinet that had already been raided by the looks of it, glasses and bottles on all available surfaces. 

Eddie swiftly introduced everyone, his band mates smirking a little when you were brought forward, making you blush again because apparently your roomie was blabbing about you to everyone he knew and it definitely made you feel self conscious despite yourself. But soon enough everyone was returning to their own private conversation and leaving the rest of you to settle into the few free seats left.

You kept close to Steve and Robin, the budding sense of companionship between you all like a security blanket in the unfamiliar scene, and they seemed more than happy to accept you into their little fold as well. Eddie was playing the social butterfly, flitting between groups, stopping by to join yours every so often, his happiness at seeing his friends more than obvious as they all recounted some of their misadventures to your amusement. 

You observed the easy way they all fell in together, despite the oddity of the different personalities that made up their little group, and that their bond was likely one that would withstand the test of time and distance as it already seemed to. Part of you wanted to ask about what exactly had brought them all together, but you thought that might be a question left for another time, in a less public space.

After another drink to settle your nerves, you couldn’t help but watch Eddie again as Steve and Robin got into an intense discussion that you’d lost the plot of a few minutes back. The alcohol was quickly to draw your attention to exactly how tight his jeans actually were, leaving little to the imagination, even if you didn’t need your imagination. And then you were leering at his muscles flexing in his arms as he moved them while he spoke, and then down to his hands and the rings glinting above his knuckles, evoking the feeling and memory of them pressed into your throat.

You stood abruptly, your chair sliding back loudly from the force of the motion and drawing more than a few pairs of eyes to find the source of the sound.

“Hey, I’ll be right back, bathroom,” you announced to the duo next to you, maybe a little too loudly, but not really caring to see if they’d heard you. 

Eddie however, had heard you, his head inclining just a bit as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, lips still moving as he spoke. Something charged passed between you, your unspoken invitation received if his smirk was anything to go off of. Turning on your heel, you headed out into the hallway and rushed towards the bathroom you’d seen earlier on your way to the greenroom, adrenaline mingling with the booze in your veins and making you lightheaded as you heard him excuse himself for a smoke. 

Finding the door, you pulled it open to find it already occupied by a girl bent over the sink as she snorted something off its surface before wiping at her nose and looking over her shoulder at you. You froze in place as she appraised you with unfocused eyes, the dim red lighting of the room casting deep shadows across her face. 

“Oh hey, there, sweetie. You want some?” she offered, swaying just a bit as she smiled dreamily at you. 

A warm body pressed up behind yours, hands resting on your shoulders and squeezing gently. 

“Hey, Rita, how’s it going?”

Rita’s gaze went to where Eddie stood behind you, her smile turning saccharine as she recognized him. 

“Eddie! Hey, baby, how’ve you been? You guys were amazing out there tonight!”, she slurred, vowels all drawn out. 

“Aw, thanks, sweetheart,” he said, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you back into the hallway a bit. “Hey, I think I heard Jimmy looking for you back there.”

Rita clicked her tongue and winced. 

“Shit, I better go see what that’s about. See ya, Eds,” she sighed exaggeratedly, her eyes dropping down to where his arm circled around you and then sliding back up to you with a slow wink. 

Before she was even out of sight, you were pulling him into the bathroom, barely locking the door behind you as you yanked him into a hurried kiss, swallowing down whatever words were on his tongue with your own. His hands grabbed your waist, holding you close while you nipped at his lip and whined impatiently. Grasping you by the jaw, he held you back just enough to look at your face, his eyes black in the low light.  

“You stole one of my shirts,” he observed, tugging at the neckline of it with his other hand. 

“Borrowed,” you corrected breathily. 

He huffed a dark laugh, brushing his thumb along your lips. 

“Whatever. The point is, Princess, that seeing you in my clothes is reaallly doing it for me and the idea of fucking you while you’re wearing my clothes is doing it for me even more and I wanna hear you scream my name while I’m doing you,” he told you, slipping his thumb into your mouth and pressing your tongue down with it. 

You felt dangerously close to passing out from the way your blood rushed south at his possessive sentiment, tongue heavy in your mouth even without the pressure of his thumb holding it down. Words were lost to you, leaving nodding as your only way to communicate how much you wanted him, your usual bite vanished in the wake of a new type of desperation he inspired in you now. 

Eddie smiled, all serpentine and knife’s edge as he brought your mouth back to his, tongue sliding into your mouth to replace the finger he withdrew, eyes still open as yours crossed and closed. Hands were grabbing your ass and pulling your hips flush with his, the beginnings of his erection pressed between your bodies as he sucked on the tip of your tongue, pulling a broken moan from deep within you. You buried your fingers into his shirt, holding onto him to try and keep yourself standing, unsure you’d be able to stay upright on your own. 

“God, look at you, finally being a good girl for me, huh? You should see yourself right now,” he rasped, an idea lighting up his eyes as he spun you around, your reflections staring back at you. 

You clenched at the sight, his hand taking its place at your jaw again, cupping it just so as he bent you forward over the sink, his hips pinning your hips to the counter. You felt like you were about to combust, sensory overload taking your arousal to a breath-stealing eleven as he grinned at you and yanked your pants and underwear down over your ass and rubbed his thumb against your pussy, spreading your slick around before pushing it inside you, mimicking what he’d done with your mouth. 

Biting back a cry, you tried to let your head drop, but he held it in place, forcing you to watch yourself as he pumped the thick digit in and out of you, wetness pooling around it and down your thighs.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted, switching his thumb out for his middle finger so he could rub your clit in tandem with each thrust. “Keep your eyes on the mirror, Princess. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on watching yourself as I take you apart and make you come. That’s right, just like that, good girl.”

The role reversal was intoxicating. There had been a few instances where you’d let Eddie have some control of the dynamic when you’d had sex, but you’d never fully submitted like this before, and combined with the praise Eddie was giving you, you could feel yourself begin to drift just a little from your body. You fought to keep yourself tethered to the moment, biting your lip hard enough to bleed, using the pain as an anchor to this reality. 

“Eddie-” you whined, your voice shrill and needy. “Please… Please.”

“What’s the matter, Princess? Use your words,” he cooed, curling his finger just right inside you, nudging the spot that made you push back harder against his hand. 

“Hhnh-Eddie, please. Need you. Need you inside me. Want you to use me, fuck me till I can’t see straight,” you begged, tears already blurring the edges of your vision. “Need it, Eds.”

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, releasing his hold on you to unfasten his belt and jeans. 

The loss of contact made you sob, your neediness winning out as tears slid down your cheeks. Eddie made a soft shushing sound as he pulled his pants down, the head of his cock brushing against your folds before pushing in just enough for your eyes to cross at the intrusion. 

Grabbing your hips again, he pulled you down his length slowly at first, your cunt still a bit too tight for anything more, your impatience costing you the immediate fullness you’d craved. You tried to push back faster but he held you in place tightly, giving you a well placed smack across your ass and making you yelp. 

“Not so fast, sweetheart. I know you’re eager and all, but you gotta let me enjoy this a little first, yeah?” Eddie chided, scolding you like one would a small child. “And remember, you need to watch, so no closing your eyes, okay Princess? Or else I’ll stop.”

Your lip trembled as you nodded, more tears streaming down your face. 

“Okay,” you answered, your voice so small you almost didn’t recognize it. 

“That’s my girl.”

You nearly collapsed under the weight of his praise. But just as he gave you almost too much with those words, he withheld just as much when he stayed stationary, cock buried inside you and unmoving as he looked down at where you were joined. Tongue dipping out to wet his lips, you watched him lean forward as he half pulled out of you, spit dripping from his mouth onto his dick before slipping back into you again. 

“You look so good when you take me like this, baby,” he murmured, eyes still fixated on the space between your bodies as he finally began to move, sawing his hips against yours, the slow drag of his cock making your back arch. “I love your tight little pussy so much, love how it feels like it was made for me.”

“Eddie,” you moaned, the last vowel drawn out and tight. 

The backs and insides of your thighs were drenched with your slick now, every measured stroke further coating you both. It was a divine sort of torture he was inflicting upon you, slowly ruining you with his maddeningly unhurried pace, while every gifted word of filth praise had your soul soaring higher and higher, until you were drifting back in that soft space outside your body once again. 

You could see both of you in the mirror but it took a moment to register that his hand was around your throat again, the slightest pressure against your windpipe making you swallow against it as he pulled back nearly all the way before slamming back into you, the clap of skin meeting skin accompanied by your grunt of surprise echoing around the small space. Your whole body lurched forward from the impact, shoving you forward further, but you remained upright with Eddie’s support and stayed there as he finally began to rail you like you’d needed. 

His teasing had stripped you down to your basest state, one of pure feeling and reaction, the sounds born of sensation slipping between unrestrained lips and filling the charged air. Eddie’s own pants and groans joined them, laced with more pretty compliments of utter filth that he gifted you with each plunge of his cock. 

“God, Princess, look at you. Can you see how fucking gorgeous you look right now? Sound so pretty too, like you just can’t get enough of it. You can’t, can you? Tell me-fuck!- Tell me how much you love it, wanna hear you say it,” he rasped, pulling you up from the sink and into his arms, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and sucking a mark into it. 

Your vision faltered from the position change and you whimpered his name, reaching behind you to hold his head as he kissed his way up the side of your throat. 

“Ah! It feels-,” you panted, struggling to find your words. “Feels so good, Eds. Feels incredible. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

“Keep talking, baby. Tell me more.”

It was difficult to find any thread of coherent thoughts, so you just babbled, your words slurred as you described how you felt. 

“You’re so deep in me. Can’t stop feeling you so deep. Always wanna be full of you, always. You make me feel so fucking good- hnnng- just like that-”

You craned your neck to look at him, half aware you were looking away from the mirror, but the urge to kiss him was irresistible and you pulled him to you anyways, planting an open mouthed kiss to the corner of his mouth until he was kissing you fully again. 

Eddie’s rhythm began to turn erratic, his hips starting to stutter a bit and you knew he was getting close. His grip on you tightened and you slipped a hand between your legs to play with your clit, pushing yourself closer to your climax. 

“Sweetheart, I- I’m getting close,” Eddie stammered, his breath coming out in uneven gasps that made you dizzy. 

“Me too,” you whispered. “Wanna come with you, Eddie.”

Leaning you back down, Eddie pressed your hands into the counter, his fingers lacing with yours as he kissed the back of your neck before hooking his chin over your shoulder, his labored breaths in your ear. The angle allowed him to hit even deeper inside of you, brushing your g-spot perfectly as the pressure at the base of your spine began to grow faster, a tidal wave on the horizon that you'd been waiting for with open arms. You could feel your body tense and start to shake as Eddie brought you to the edge, the edges of your vision starting to go hazy. 

“Come on, baby, come for me. Wanna hear you say my name as you come.”

That was all it took for you to feel like the floor had dropped out from beneath you as your orgasm slammed into you, ecstasy growing exponentially until it was near cataclysmic in its intensity, his name the prayer on your lips as your vision went white.

“Fuck! Eddie, I’m coming!” you sobbed, devastation rolling over you as you felt him follow you, his hips slam into yours once, twice, and then one final time as he buried himself deep inside of you and came, filling you completely. 

Your body was still twitching with the aftershocks as he laid himself carefully on top of you, the weight of him settling you back into your body as you both came down. His dick was still pulsing every so often inside of you, your pussy still contracting around it too, greedily milking him for every last drop, even though it was already starting to spill out the sides. It was fucking filthy, the feeling of it seeping in between your still conjoined bodies, and you couldn’t think of anything you liked more in that moment, messy and nasty and gross, and you loved it. 

You loved it because it was him who’d done it. 

You loved-

You inhaled fast and sharp at the realization, the tears that had slowed after your climax fillled your eyes again, dropping to the plastic pressed under your cheek. Swallowing hard, you untangled one hand from his to swipe them away, trying to bury the emotions that had flooded into your chest and begged for attention, pleading to be shared with the one who elicited them from you. 

“You okay?”

Eddie pushed up from your back gently, dropping a too chaste kiss onto your shoulder as he did, not knowing how it made your heart do vicious somersaults again and again in your chest, the absolute bastard. Blinking the tears away again, you turned to look up at him as best you could and smiled. 

“Yeah. Yeah of course,” you rasped, voice beyond wrecked. “Not excited about facing everyone after screaming your name like a goddamn banshee only a room away, but yeah, I’m great.”

You weren’t quite sure he believed you. His expression just a little scrutinizing before he grinned back at you and chuckled. 

“I mean I’m pretty sure they all knew what we were about to do when you announced you were about to go to the bathroom and I oh so unsubtly followed. And if that didn’t tip them off, Rita sure as fuck did.”

You bit back another moan when he slipped out of you, the feeling of his come slipping out of you making your eyes cross.

“Shit,” he cursed, grabbing a wad of toilet paper he knelt behind you to try his best to clean the mess that had dripped into panties, before dabbing at your fucked out cunt and the mess on your thighs. “Your underwear and jeans might be fucked.”

You snorted and pushed yourself up and off the sink, testing your legs. Deciding you were probably steady enough by now to not fall on your face, you stood up fully, tossing a look down at him over your shoulder, lifting an eyebrow at him expectantly. Smiling again, he tossed the used tissue into the toilet and grabbed the waistband of your bottoms and began to pull them up. Just before pulling them over your ass, he bit one cheek quickly, enough to make you yelp before yanking your clothes up and over for you to fix. 

“Asshole,” you groused, stifling your smile at the playful gesture. 

“You love it.”

Love more than that, you thought woefully, your hidden smile losing some of its mirth. 

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Just as you were finishing fixing your appearances, a loud knocking came from the door, instantly warming your cheeks with embarrassment. 

“Hey Eddie, if you guys are done trying to drown out the band, can you hurry up? Some of us need to take a leak and I don’t fancy doing it in the alley,” a masculine voice called, good humor coloring the request. 

Eddie dragged a hand over his face and nodded unseen to them. 

“There are other bathrooms in this place, ya know!”

“And there are other places to fuck around in, but I still gave you time to bust a nut, now hurry up! ‘Sides, your friends seem like they’re ready to go anyways.”

Unlocking and opening the door, you fixed your heckler with an unimpressed look and gestured for him to move. Grabbing Eddie’s hand, you pushed past the guy and ignored his bewildered expression, leading the way down the hall and focused on steeling yourself for the inevitable sly looks you’d be receiving and not on the continuous stream of you love him’s playing on repeat in your head. 

Returning to the green room, you dropped Eddie’s hand and avoided looking at anyone directly as you made a beeline for your abandoned chair next to Steve. Grabbing a half full glass of something brown on the table in front of them, you swallowed it all in one go, grimacing against the wretched burn, not particularly caring whose drink it might have been. Eddie stood behind you, propping himself against the back of the chair and making the hair stand on the back of your neck at his close proximity. You needed to get out of there fast, get your head on straight and really think everything through, before you ended up doing something stupid. 

“There you guys are!” Robin greeted, smirking as she looked between you two, earning a wink from Eddie and a wince from you. “We were getting worried you’d Irish Goodbye’d us.”

“Nah, no way, would never do that to you guys. Just needed some fresh air,” Eddie excused, no one buying the obvious lie, Steve even rolling his eyes and getting a poke in the ribs. “Sticks said you guys were talking about heading out?” 

“Yeah, we promised my parents we’d try to get in by midnight, and we’ve already pushed it by staying this late already,” she said, looking more than a little apologetic. “But! We’re staying till Sunday morning and we can stop back in for lunch if you’re free then?”

The three of them continued to chat, making plans as you sat there in the middle of it all, too stuck in your own head to really process what was being said while you were trying to formulate your escape. It wasn’t until you heard your name that you came back to the present and saw the three of them staring at you expectantly. 

“Sorry, what?”

“We were asking if you wanted to come Sunday too,” Steve supplied helpfully, smiling at you. 

You blinked at him before looking up at Eddie, the hopeful look in his eyes making you swallow thickly. 

“Oh, I’m- I don’t know. I still have some exam prep I need to do-”

“I’ll buy your lunch,” Eddie interjected quickly before you could finish your excuse. “C’mon, sweetheart, it’ll be fun!”

You knew you should say no, that you needed to put space between the two of you before that hope in his eyes grew into something unmanageable, for both of your sakes. But before you realized what you were doing, you were giving a half hearted sigh of exasperation and agreeing, earning a cheer from the three of three of them and a shoulder squeeze from Eddie. Your skin felt warm from where he’d touched you.

This was a mistake. 

You’d made a terrible mistake and this was going to end so badly. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to deny him this little bit of happiness. 

Even if you knew you were going to break his heart sooner rather than later. 

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yours alone

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Chapter One: All You Have is Your Fire

Summary: "Things had been going… surprisingly well in the weeks following the night of Lisa’s party.

Still sat against the entry hall wall, your ruined underwear still in his back pocket, the two of you finally talked through the issues in your relationship as roommates and figured out the necessary compromises you both needed in order to coexist together in a way that wouldn’t end up with one of you behind bars for battery. It’s funny what a little open communication can do for people looking for mutual respect and understanding.

Well, the sex certainly helped too."

Word count: 8.4k

Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors DNI! rough sex, penetration, explicit language, biting, choking, pet names, role reversal, feelings realization, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, praise, vaginal fingering, spit as lube, drug and alcohol use, .

A/N: alright so this obviously took longer to update than I planned, but here's chapter one of Part Three as promised! I really am sorry it took so long, but I promise it'll have been worth the wait and so will be the ending!! I hope this smut is enought to make up for it 🙈

(if anyone would like the link to the video that inspired the scene, send me a DM, I'd be happy to share)

Un-beta'd as usual, feel free to message me any typos or tags I might gave missed, and enjoy!!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three Chap. Two coming soon

Masterlist of my other works

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Things had been going… surprisingly well in the weeks following the night of Lisa’s party.

Still sat against the entry hall wall, your ruined underwear still in his back pocket, the two of you finally talked through the issues in your relationship as roommates and figured out the necessary compromises you both needed in order to coexist together in a way that wouldn’t end up with one of you behind bars for battery. It’s funny what a little open communication can do for people looking for mutual respect and understanding.

Well, the sex certainly helped too.

Between jobs, school, and the separate social lives, you found yourselves increasingly drawn to one another whenever you were both home at the same time. Meals were shared and you even started to hangout in some of your available free time which, not that you’d ever admit it, had grown in favor of spending it with him over other activities. Most of these occurrences would start out innocent for the most part, but inevitably something would pass between the two of you and someone would say something offhand, and the banter would begin, tension growing higher and higher until you were tearing at each other’s clothes and end with you in a pile of sweaty limbs, bruises and bitemarks covering your bodies. 

The dynamic had shifted, that much was plain to you, but part of you wondered how much and what that might exactly mean.

Whatever it meant, you weren’t about to risk losing it. 

At least for now.

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Two months later 

It was nearly midnight when you finally got back from a group study session that had run far later than you’d intended, and you were only half surprised to find Eddie camped out in the living room with his acoustic guitar in his lap, picking out a soft song on its strings, a look of concentration fixed upon his face. His brows were knit together tightly as he closely monitored his finger placement, with his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, hyper focused on whatever song he was working on learning at the moment. You bit your lips into your mouth to hide the smile that formed, the frankly adorable and entertaining look of concentration on his face a welcome sight after spending dreadfully long hours cramming for your exams.

Slipping your bag off your shoulder and placing it by your door, you headed into the kitchen as quietly as you could so you wouldn’t interrupt him, an effort that turned out to be in vain when he greeted you without looking up from his instrument.

“You’re home pretty late, huh?” he observed, smiling at himself after what you assumed was him playing a chord progression correctly.

Opening the fridge and retrieving a beer, you twisted the cap off and took a hearty swallow of the beverage, groaning in agreement.

“Yeah, midterm prep is really kicking my ass,” you replied, wandering into the living room and dropping into the armchair next to the couch. 

Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you let your eyes wander over his appearance, appreciating the peeks of skin his cutout shirt afforded you in contrast to the baggy sweatpants half hidden under his guitar. His hair was pulled up in a loose bun he sometimes wore around the apartment, the look suiting him more than you’d ever freely admit. Some of the shorter layers of his hair would fall free from the hair tie and frame his face in such a way that drew your attention to the strong slant of his jaw and then inevitably down to the column of his throat. Of which was currently sporting a couple of fading hickies that you’d left from your last romp in the bed a few days ago.

Should freshen those up soon, the thought rising to the forefront of your brain before you chased it away with another gulp of your beer, slipping down the chair cushions and closing your eyes to listen to him continue playing.

“Everytime I hear you or one of my friends complain about exams and papers and all that shit, I’m reminded how glad I am that I never decided to go to college. Suffered enough of it with my extra years of high school,” he sighed, strumming a few more notes before letting them fade into the air and setting the guitar gently against the side of the couch. 

That caught your attention, the small admission about his past snagging on something in the sludge of your exhausted brain and holding there, begging to be examined. 

“You had to repeat some years?” you asked, not hiding the surprise in your voice. In the wake of the budding friendship that had started to grow between you, you’d come to see that despite his choice not to pursue higher education, Eddie was smart. True cleverness and wit hidden beneath the mask of bravado he wore around most, only revealed to those he deemed trustworthy and those who had the patience to wait for it.

“Yeah, senior year. Took me three tries and a lot of cheering and support from my uncle and my friends, but I got there eventually,” he explained, gaze going kind of distant, corner of his mouth tugging down in a small frown before he seemed to shake it off and look over at you, smiling warmly. 

Your heart tripped over itself in your chest, fluttering pathetically at something that had no right to make you feel like this. You ignored it as the memory of a particular photo from his room came to mind at the mention of his friends. 

“How is your uncle?” you asked quickly, changing the subject as you decided that maybe you weren’t feeling quite brave enough to learn any more of Eddie’s past in your current state, exhaustion and partial inebriation weakening your defenses more than you liked. 

Something seemed to sharpen in Eddie’s eyes at the redirection but it vanished again as he settled back into the cushions and stretched his legs out, mirroring your posture. And when he lifted his hips ever so slightly and spread his legs, you felt your senses sharpen in response, recognizing the game had begun. 

“Wayne’s good, yeah. Visiting his hometown with his old lady down in Tennessee, showing her the mountains and waterfalls,” he told you, sliding his palms up and down his thighs, the movement pulling the fabric across his lap taut. You tried to maintain eye contact, but your peripherals were enough to catch the outline of his dick come into better definition, already starting to harden. 

Your mouth went dry and it was all you could do not to choke when you drained the rest of your bottle in order to wet it again, squeezing your legs together as your cunt throbbed in anticipation. 

“That's good to hear,” you said, smiling cooly as the alcohol began to buzz in your head. “He’s a great guy. Deserves good things.”

“He really does,” Eddie agreed, regarding you with heavy lidded eyes. “How about you, Princess? How are you? You’re looking a bit warm there.”

Your breath hitched as his eyes trailed down the slouched length of your body before flicking back up to your face, unmistakable hunger in their dark depths. 

Leaning forward, you deposited your empty bottle onto the coffee table, sliding a coaster underneath it as an excuse to use the extra seconds to try and gather yourself.

“Just the booze, you know how it makes me all flushed.”

“You sure about that, Princess? Nothing else bothering you? I only ask because you’re looking a little tense too. I could give you a massage if you like? Help you get some of those kinks out,” he taunted in a low rumble, practically purring. 

You let a couple beats pass between you before you answered, dropping the facade for another.

“Okay,” you said bluntly, grinning inwardly when his brows disappeared under his bangs as you got up and moved over to him, sitting astride his lap. “What would you do then, if I asked, Puppy? Tell me.”

You watched as he processed your words, grabbing his hands as he tried to place them on your hips. 

“Nuh uh, just tell me first, and then we’ll see if I want your help.”

You could feel his dick twitch where it was trapped underneath you, your core tightening in response as well. 

“Would start off easy first, work on your neck and shoulders, see what kind of pressure you liked,” he began, voice gravelly as he breathed heavily under you. “Get you nice and relaxed.”

You rolled your neck and shoulders, putting on a show of how tight they felt as you stretched the sore muscles and let a tense moan slip out from the strain of it. Eddie’s eyes widened a fraction at the sound, his nostrils flaring while you arched your back on another stretch that had your pussy pressing against his erection harder, grinding against ever so slightly to tease him with friction. 

“That does sound nice,” you considered, finally placing his hands on your hips and squeezing them, but still not letting go. “What else?”

“Would have you lay face down on your bed so I could do your back next. Shirt and bra off, maybe your pants too so I could work on the rest of you if you wanted. Full body massage,” he described, hands kneading and squeezing your hips as you started slowly rolling against him, building the friction you both needed. 

“Mhm, very good. Keep going,” you instructed, letting go of his hands to pull your shirt off, tossing it next to you on the couch. 

“Get you all loose and relaxed like I said I would, eating up all those little sounds you’d be making, every sigh and moan. Make you feel so good. Would probably be hard as a rock by then too. But I wouldn’t touch you anywhere you didn’t ask me to. Not until you tell me to.”

“And what would you do once I told you I did?”

Testing the waters, he slid one hand up to cup your breast through your bra, waiting to see if you’d pull back again. You just smiled down at him, saying nothing as you waited for him to continue. 

“I’d turn you over. Wanna see your face as I touch you. Tease you a little, play with your tits, your stomach, everywhere but where you'd want me to touch except the one play you’d need me to.”

You mewled softly at the image of it in your mind’s eye, Eddie teasing you as he kneeled at your side, fingertips ghosting along your skin, lightly pinching your nipples and skating along the insides of your thighs, avoiding touching your aching pussy. His dick straining in his pants so enticingly close to your face while he played with your body with the same care he showed his beloved instruments, playing with you until he got the perfect sound out of you. 

“And when I tell you I can’t take it anymore?” you asked breathlessly, your pulse racing and your body nearly quaking now, your restraint holding on by a thread. 

“Then I’d fuck you like no one has ever fucked you before. Until you forget your name, and mine too. Until you came so hard you couldn’t see straight and begged me to stop.”

You stilled in his lap, staring down at him as he paused too, your eyes locked together and the room falling away around you. 

“And what if I didn’t want you to stop? What if I told you not to stop, even if I begged? Even if I cried? That the only way I’d ask you to stop is if I said it with a safeword?”

“You want that?”

You nodded.

“I can do that.”

You smiled, relieved that he seemed as keen as you were. Rough sex was the regular for you two, but you found yourself wanting to try something more, something that required trust that you were becoming increasingly sure you could put in him to do it with. 

He made you feel… safe.

“Good. Not tonight. But soon,” you told him, getting out of his lap and heading towards his room, shimmying out of your jeans and stepping out of them on the way. “Now hurry up and come fuck me like normal so I can get some sleep.”

Eddie came out of the daze you’d left him in and scrambled after you, nearly forgetting his guitar before running back to get it and then chasing after you again. 

Waking up in Eddie’s bed could still be a little bit of a shock when you came to, his scent filling your nostrils before your eyes opened, a baseline of salt and warm skin, mixed with a slight woodsiness that was such a stark contrast from the generic smell of his shampoo and soap. It sometimes made you wonder if it came from living so close to the woods surrounding his hometown, a piece of the wilderness that still lived inside of him even after leaving it years ago. 

But whatever its origin, it never failed to draw you in deeper, to where its source lay beside you, usually still asleep until you’d press your face into his neck in a rare act of deeper intimacy. But even more rare than that were the days like today where Eddie was actually awake and up before you, pulling on bits of clothing and the couple of pieces of jewelry that he could wear safely at his job at a garage a few blocks away. So instead of his neck, you grabbed his abandoned but still warm pillow and pressed your face into it to inhale deeply. 

“You’re coming to the show tomorrow night, right?” Eddie asked, interrupting your pillow huffing. 

Hugging the pillow to your chest, you looked down the bed to where he was hopping on one foot as he pulled on his coveralls. You snorted a laugh as he nearly fell over, pushing up onto your elbows to look at him more clearly. 

“Yeah, at eight right? The Crow Bar?”

“Yep, you got it, though if you showed up earlier to wish us luck, I wouldn’t complain,” he teased, grinning at you, the sharp points of his teeth glinting in the low lamplight. 

Your thighs ached deliciously at the memory of those teeth in your flesh, the impressions of them bruised into your skin. You slipped a hand back under the covers to press at them lightly, shivering at the slight pain. 

“And torture myself with more ear splitting music than I’ll already be doing listening to you play? Don’t push your luck there, Puppy. Besides, I’m already pushing my own luck by coming out instead of studying for these damn exams next week,” you reminded, dropping back against his mattress with quiet huff. 

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” Eddie said in his best Nicholson impression, coming round to your side of the bed, a deranged smile on his face.

“Oh fuck off, I play plenty,” you scoffed, chucking his pillow at him, which he barely deflected in time before picking it off the floor and tossing back over to his side of the bed. 

“Don’t I know it. It feels like you used my back like your own personal scratching post, Kitten.”

“Aww, does Puppy need me to put some ointment on him?” you smirked, earning a warning look from him. “I didn’t hear you complaining about it last night.”

“Me? Complain? Never,” Eddie replied with a wink before shrugging on his leather jacket and opening his door. “I know you’ll miss me when I’m not here, but try not to stay in my bed all day, okay?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him the finger before sitting up and wrapped yourself in the comforter, following him out of the room and shuffling into yours to throw on some clothes. He called out a cheery byeeee to you which you returned with a farewell that was far less enthusiastic before you heard the door close and lock. Dropping the blanket, you shivered in the cold before putting on a sweater and soft pants, going over a mental checklist for your day. 

Eat breakfast, study, study, try to remember to eat lunch, study, call your parents and try to avoid the topic of dating like the plague, and then study even more before collapsing in your bed to sleep. 

Blowing out an apathetic breath, you headed to the kitchen to begin your boring day. 

You kind of missed Eddie. 

Shit. 

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The next day seemed to drag on endlessly between the two classes you had, both thankfully  turned into study halls by your professors, but still agonizingly long. And then you had your shift at the campus store, which was another six hours of taking inventory since the place was practically empty aside from yourself and your coworker and the four, yes, four, you’d counted, customers that came in during that time. 

After twenty minutes of closing duties, you were rushing back to your apartment to get ready with what little time you had left, panicking for ten of those minutes to figure out what the hell you were going to wear to a heavy metal bar, not to mention your makeup and hair. Settling on keeping your hair down and lining your eyes with thick eyeliner, you abandoned the search through your closet to dig through Eddie’s drawers instead, yanking on one of his black band shirts overtop a pair of your jeans and some hightops. Deciding this was the best you’d manage, you grabbed your purse and called a cab before heading downstairs to wait for your ride. 

It was ten till eight when you actually got to the venue and it still took you almost another twenty minutes just to get inside the damn place, and you were feeling fidgety when the bouncer finally waved you in. The music pulsed in the floor beneath your feet; the sound of a raucous guitar riff, heavy bassline, rapidfire drum beats, all accompanying a voice like a serrated knife that cut through the instruments and the din of the crowd. You took a breath, quickly registering that it was Eddie singing, sounding so different from the quiet voice you’d heard him use at home. The lyrics were edgy and dark, a little angry, but not unexpected given the genre and you made yourself relax enough to walk further inside, searching for the bar as you peeked over the heads in the crowd to try and see Eddie.

A small crowd lined the bar, all the guys wearing variations of outfits you’d seen Eddie wear whenever he went out, leather and denim, various bits of jewelry and accessories that usually bore a skull somewhere on them. The girls however, were all big hair and tight skirts, the darker, more sultry counterparts of the colorful outfits you’d seen at the clubs you’d gone to with friends, with far more black lace and lingerie worn in place of tops. There were a few dressed like you but not enough to make you feel like you were sorely underdressed despite this not being your scene whatsoever. 

You caught a few smirks and curious glances thrown your way, but you chose to ignore them and wait patiently for one of the bartenders to serve you. Drink in hand, you searched for a place where you might be able to watch the band play over the pulsing crowd pressed around the stage. Looking at one of the walls, you spotted a couple that seemed somehow familiar to you, the guy looking out of place in a navy blue polo and acid washed jeans, while the girl looked at least a little more conscious of her choice of attire in an outfit not dissimilar to your own.

Approaching more than a little nervously, you cleared your throat and practically yelled, “Hi!”

They moved practically in tandem, both their gazes swinging from the stage to where you stood in front of them, hand raised in greeting. The two of them scrutinized you for a moment before the girl smiled cordially and greeted you back while the guy offered you a cautiously restrained smile and a nod.

“Do you- You guys wouldn’t happen to know Eddie, would you?” You asked, leaning close to be heard. 

“Eddie? Oh, yeah, actually!” the girl responded, eyes growing big and smiling even wider at the mention of his name. “We went to school with him!”

Recognition dawned on you then, the picture you’d seen them in coming to mind. A group photo of him and others in green graduation gowns and caps, surrounded by a few other people his age, as well as a gaggle of kids all grinning wide at the camera. 

“How do you know Eddie?” the guy asked you, still watching you with curiosity. 

“I’m his roommate,” you answered, giving them your name. 

The two of them looked at each other before back at you, something unspoken passing between them and causing an embarrassed flush to start creeping up your neck. 

“So you’re the infamous roommate,” the guy said, not exactly covering his smirk with a drink from his cup before the girl gave him an exasperated look and punched him in the shoulder. 

“Dude!”

Your face fully heated now, your eyes widening as you stammered, “Wait, what do you mean?”

The song came to an end with a thunderous drum and guitar duet that drowned the girl out for a moment before she paused talking and waited for it to finish. Your skin prickled with anxiety, mind racing with possibilities of what exactly Eddie had told them about you. The crowd roared in the short interim between songs, Eddie’s voice calling out over the noise to thank them all for coming and asking if everyone was having a good time before the next song kicked up in a frenzy, Eddie growling the opening into the mic. 

Satisfied she might be heard now, the girl started again. 

“Ignore him, he’s just being an ass. It didn’t mean anything weird, it just meant that, like, we’ve heard so much about you and it’s nice to put a face to all that he’s described!” she explained, squeezing her eyes shut and making an annoyed face before backtracking. “That sounded bad too, sorry.”

“Good job, Robs.”

“Steve, I swear to God-” she grated out before addressing you again. “It really didn’t mean anything. It’s just Eddie has talked about you a lot recently and it’s kind of a first because he normally doesn’t talk about anyone except for like, himself, and it’s just really nice to meet you. Oh, I’m Robin, by the way, and this is Steve, sorry, should have introduced ourselves before I totally prattled on like that.”

You weren’t sure if you could blush any harder, but if you could, you were pretty sure steam would have been rising from your face like in one of those Saturday morning cartoons you used to watch. The way Robin talked about it, although almost incomprehensible at first, you could swear it sounded like Eddie practically talked about you like you were dating. Which, upon some very quick introspection, is probably what most anyone would assume if you explained it to one of your own friends. 

Doing your best to collect yourself, you asked if you could stand with them to watch the show, the two of them taking pity on you and agreeing readily. Taking the spot next to Steve, you could finally see up to where the band was rocking out on stage, Eddie front and center, singing as he played, and looking every inch the rockstar he made himself out to be. 

His long hair was already wild from the past fifteen minutes or so they’d been playing, some of it clinging to his sweat damp face, black tank top showing off the lean muscle of his arms shifting and moving as he played. Dark blue jeans with slashed knees covered his legs, chains dangling on the side from the belt loops and one of his bandanas hanging down in the back, swishing like a tail when he moved about on the stage. 

The look when combined with his flashy showmanship was making you feel like you wanted to eat him alive. 

Taking a swig of your drink, you let the burn of it down your throat ground you as you forced yourself to watch the rest of the band too so it wasn’t as obvious how entirely fixated on him you were. You tapped your foot along with the beat and nodded your head, a pale imitation of the others around you headbanging, but relaxed enough to get into the music. You were no expert on metal, but you could tell that the band was pretty decent and the audience definitely agreed, screaming and pulsing with an energy that had you getting a little lost in it too. 

At one point, you managed to catch Eddie’s eye, his already animated expression turning even more manic, grinning sharply before he turned his attention back to the mass of bodies beyond you and let loose on his guitar in a frantic burst of energy. It made you just a little smug that your presence might have affected him to that degree.

“You come to his shows a lot?” Steve asked you suddenly, leaning over to talk in your ear, catching you by surprise. 

You shook your head. 

“No, this is the first one I’ve been to,” you admitted with a sheepish smile. “Metal isn’t really my thing.”

Steve pulled back to give you a mildly disbelieving appraisal before ducking close again. 

“Wait really? I would have never guessed.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shrugging as you told him, “Stole the shirt from his room. Didn’t really feel like standing out like a sore thumb.”

Steve laughed, a hint of sarcasm in it. “Oh, what, you mean like me?”

“You said it, not me!” you retorted good humoredly. “This your first show too?”

“Nah, we’ve been to a couple before, but we’re up in Chicago, so it’s a bit of a drive for us. We usually go stay in our hometown so we don’t have to drive back home too late,” he explained. 

You were about to ask why they never bothered to stay with Eddie at the apartment when Robin unwittingly interrupted. 

“You guys! Let’s go mosh!” Robin said excitedly from his side, eyes bright with mischief. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

You floundered a bit, trying to find a polite excuse. 

“No thanks, I’m good with staying here and observing,” you said, wincing at the idea of joining the pit. With your luck, you’d end up accidentally getting your lights punched out and end up with a black eye. “You guys should go though, tell me how it is.”

Steve looked as apprehensive as you felt but he sighed and nodded at her, holding his cup out to you. 

“Watch my drink?”

You nodded and took it, mouthing good luck at him. He replied with a silent thanks.

The two of them disappeared into the crowd and you leaned against the wall, taking some solace in being alone again, if only so you could stare at Eddie without worrying his friends could see the hungry way you watched him. Especially the few times when Eddie’s eyes found yours again and reflected that hunger back at you. 

---

After the set had finished and the band had taken their instruments off stage, you waited with Steve and Robin, speaking a little easier now that the only noise you had to compete with was the drone of the other people talking amongst themselves while they waited for the next performance to begin. Almost out of nowhere, Eddie appeared beside you, catching you by surprise and nearly making you drop your drink. He smiled apologetically and greeted his friends with hugs before he was whisking you all backstage to hang out away from the mass of people milling about the venue floor. He took you back into a cozy room that barely fit everyone, only big enough to house a few crowded couches and a sparsely stocked liquor cabinet that had already been raided by the looks of it, glasses and bottles on all available surfaces. 

Eddie swiftly introduced everyone, his band mates smirking a little when you were brought forward, making you blush again because apparently your roomie was blabbing about you to everyone he knew and it definitely made you feel self conscious despite yourself. But soon enough everyone was returning to their own private conversation and leaving the rest of you to settle into the few free seats left.

You kept close to Steve and Robin, the budding sense of companionship between you all like a security blanket in the unfamiliar scene, and they seemed more than happy to accept you into their little fold as well. Eddie was playing the social butterfly, flitting between groups, stopping by to join yours every so often, his happiness at seeing his friends more than obvious as they all recounted some of their misadventures to your amusement. 

You observed the easy way they all fell in together, despite the oddity of the different personalities that made up their little group, and that their bond was likely one that would withstand the test of time and distance as it already seemed to. Part of you wanted to ask about what exactly had brought them all together, but you thought that might be a question left for another time, in a less public space.

After another drink to settle your nerves, you couldn’t help but watch Eddie again as Steve and Robin got into an intense discussion that you’d lost the plot of a few minutes back. The alcohol was quickly to draw your attention to exactly how tight his jeans actually were, leaving little to the imagination, even if you didn’t need your imagination. And then you were leering at his muscles flexing in his arms as he moved them while he spoke, and then down to his hands and the rings glinting above his knuckles, evoking the feeling and memory of them pressed into your throat.

You stood abruptly, your chair sliding back loudly from the force of the motion and drawing more than a few pairs of eyes to find the source of the sound.

“Hey, I’ll be right back, bathroom,” you announced to the duo next to you, maybe a little too loudly, but not really caring to see if they’d heard you. 

Eddie however, had heard you, his head inclining just a bit as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, lips still moving as he spoke. Something charged passed between you, your unspoken invitation received if his smirk was anything to go off of. Turning on your heel, you headed out into the hallway and rushed towards the bathroom you’d seen earlier on your way to the greenroom, adrenaline mingling with the booze in your veins and making you lightheaded as you heard him excuse himself for a smoke. 

Finding the door, you pulled it open to find it already occupied by a girl bent over the sink as she snorted something off its surface before wiping at her nose and looking over her shoulder at you. You froze in place as she appraised you with unfocused eyes, the dim red lighting of the room casting deep shadows across her face. 

“Oh hey, there, sweetie. You want some?” she offered, swaying just a bit as she smiled dreamily at you. 

A warm body pressed up behind yours, hands resting on your shoulders and squeezing gently. 

“Hey, Rita, how’s it going?”

Rita’s gaze went to where Eddie stood behind you, her smile turning saccharine as she recognized him. 

“Eddie! Hey, baby, how’ve you been? You guys were amazing out there tonight!”, she slurred, vowels all drawn out. 

“Aw, thanks, sweetheart,” he said, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you back into the hallway a bit. “Hey, I think I heard Jimmy looking for you back there.”

Rita clicked her tongue and winced. 

“Shit, I better go see what that’s about. See ya, Eds,” she sighed exaggeratedly, her eyes dropping down to where his arm circled around you and then sliding back up to you with a slow wink. 

Before she was even out of sight, you were pulling him into the bathroom, barely locking the door behind you as you yanked him into a hurried kiss, swallowing down whatever words were on his tongue with your own. His hands grabbed your waist, holding you close while you nipped at his lip and whined impatiently. Grasping you by the jaw, he held you back just enough to look at your face, his eyes black in the low light.  

“You stole one of my shirts,” he observed, tugging at the neckline of it with his other hand. 

“Borrowed,” you corrected breathily. 

He huffed a dark laugh, brushing his thumb along your lips. 

“Whatever. The point is, Princess, that seeing you in my clothes is reaallly doing it for me and the idea of fucking you while you’re wearing my clothes is doing it for me even more and I wanna hear you scream my name while I’m doing you,” he told you, slipping his thumb into your mouth and pressing your tongue down with it. 

You felt dangerously close to passing out from the way your blood rushed south at his possessive sentiment, tongue heavy in your mouth even without the pressure of his thumb holding it down. Words were lost to you, leaving nodding as your only way to communicate how much you wanted him, your usual bite vanished in the wake of a new type of desperation he inspired in you now. 

Eddie smiled, all serpentine and knife’s edge as he brought your mouth back to his, tongue sliding into your mouth to replace the finger he withdrew, eyes still open as yours crossed and closed. Hands were grabbing your ass and pulling your hips flush with his, the beginnings of his erection pressed between your bodies as he sucked on the tip of your tongue, pulling a broken moan from deep within you. You buried your fingers into his shirt, holding onto him to try and keep yourself standing, unsure you’d be able to stay upright on your own. 

“God, look at you, finally being a good girl for me, huh? You should see yourself right now,” he rasped, an idea lighting up his eyes as he spun you around, your reflections staring back at you. 

You clenched at the sight, his hand taking its place at your jaw again, cupping it just so as he bent you forward over the sink, his hips pinning your hips to the counter. You felt like you were about to combust, sensory overload taking your arousal to a breath-stealing eleven as he grinned at you and yanked your pants and underwear down over your ass and rubbed his thumb against your pussy, spreading your slick around before pushing it inside you, mimicking what he’d done with your mouth. 

Biting back a cry, you tried to let your head drop, but he held it in place, forcing you to watch yourself as he pumped the thick digit in and out of you, wetness pooling around it and down your thighs.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted, switching his thumb out for his middle finger so he could rub your clit in tandem with each thrust. “Keep your eyes on the mirror, Princess. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on watching yourself as I take you apart and make you come. That’s right, just like that, good girl.”

The role reversal was intoxicating. There had been a few instances where you’d let Eddie have some control of the dynamic when you’d had sex, but you’d never fully submitted like this before, and combined with the praise Eddie was giving you, you could feel yourself begin to drift just a little from your body. You fought to keep yourself tethered to the moment, biting your lip hard enough to bleed, using the pain as an anchor to this reality. 

“Eddie-” you whined, your voice shrill and needy. “Please… Please.”

“What’s the matter, Princess? Use your words,” he cooed, curling his finger just right inside you, nudging the spot that made you push back harder against his hand. 

“Hhnh-Eddie, please. Need you. Need you inside me. Want you to use me, fuck me till I can’t see straight,” you begged, tears already blurring the edges of your vision. “Need it, Eds.”

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, releasing his hold on you to unfasten his belt and jeans. 

The loss of contact made you sob, your neediness winning out as tears slid down your cheeks. Eddie made a soft shushing sound as he pulled his pants down, the head of his cock brushing against your folds before pushing in just enough for your eyes to cross at the intrusion. 

Grabbing your hips again, he pulled you down his length slowly at first, your cunt still a bit too tight for anything more, your impatience costing you the immediate fullness you’d craved. You tried to push back faster but he held you in place tightly, giving you a well placed smack across your ass and making you yelp. 

“Not so fast, sweetheart. I know you’re eager and all, but you gotta let me enjoy this a little first, yeah?” Eddie chided, scolding you like one would a small child. “And remember, you need to watch, so no closing your eyes, okay Princess? Or else I’ll stop.”

Your lip trembled as you nodded, more tears streaming down your face. 

“Okay,” you answered, your voice so small you almost didn’t recognize it. 

“That’s my girl.”

You nearly collapsed under the weight of his praise. But just as he gave you almost too much with those words, he withheld just as much when he stayed stationary, cock buried inside you and unmoving as he looked down at where you were joined. Tongue dipping out to wet his lips, you watched him lean forward as he half pulled out of you, spit dripping from his mouth onto his dick before slipping back into you again. 

“You look so good when you take me like this, baby,” he murmured, eyes still fixated on the space between your bodies as he finally began to move, sawing his hips against yours, the slow drag of his cock making your back arch. “I love your tight little pussy so much, love how it feels like it was made for me.”

“Eddie,” you moaned, the last vowel drawn out and tight. 

The backs and insides of your thighs were drenched with your slick now, every measured stroke further coating you both. It was a divine sort of torture he was inflicting upon you, slowly ruining you with his maddeningly unhurried pace, while every gifted word of filth praise had your soul soaring higher and higher, until you were drifting back in that soft space outside your body once again. 

You could see both of you in the mirror but it took a moment to register that his hand was around your throat again, the slightest pressure against your windpipe making you swallow against it as he pulled back nearly all the way before slamming back into you, the clap of skin meeting skin accompanied by your grunt of surprise echoing around the small space. Your whole body lurched forward from the impact, shoving you forward further, but you remained upright with Eddie’s support and stayed there as he finally began to rail you like you’d needed. 

His teasing had stripped you down to your basest state, one of pure feeling and reaction, the sounds born of sensation slipping between unrestrained lips and filling the charged air. Eddie’s own pants and groans joined them, laced with more pretty compliments of utter filth that he gifted you with each plunge of his cock. 

“God, Princess, look at you. Can you see how fucking gorgeous you look right now? Sound so pretty too, like you just can’t get enough of it. You can’t, can you? Tell me-fuck!- Tell me how much you love it, wanna hear you say it,” he rasped, pulling you up from the sink and into his arms, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and sucking a mark into it. 

Your vision faltered from the position change and you whimpered his name, reaching behind you to hold his head as he kissed his way up the side of your throat. 

“Ah! It feels-,” you panted, struggling to find your words. “Feels so good, Eds. Feels incredible. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

“Keep talking, baby. Tell me more.”

It was difficult to find any thread of coherent thoughts, so you just babbled, your words slurred as you described how you felt. 

“You’re so deep in me. Can’t stop feeling you so deep. Always wanna be full of you, always. You make me feel so fucking good- hnnng- just like that-”

You craned your neck to look at him, half aware you were looking away from the mirror, but the urge to kiss him was irresistible and you pulled him to you anyways, planting an open mouthed kiss to the corner of his mouth until he was kissing you fully again. 

Eddie’s rhythm began to turn erratic, his hips starting to stutter a bit and you knew he was getting close. His grip on you tightened and you slipped a hand between your legs to play with your clit, pushing yourself closer to your climax. 

“Sweetheart, I- I’m getting close,” Eddie stammered, his breath coming out in uneven gasps that made you dizzy. 

“Me too,” you whispered. “Wanna come with you, Eddie.”

Leaning you back down, Eddie pressed your hands into the counter, his fingers lacing with yours as he kissed the back of your neck before hooking his chin over your shoulder, his labored breaths in your ear. The angle allowed him to hit even deeper inside of you, brushing your g-spot perfectly as the pressure at the base of your spine began to grow faster, a tidal wave on the horizon that you'd been waiting for with open arms. You could feel your body tense and start to shake as Eddie brought you to the edge, the edges of your vision starting to go hazy. 

“Come on, baby, come for me. Wanna hear you say my name as you come.”

That was all it took for you to feel like the floor had dropped out from beneath you as your orgasm slammed into you, ecstasy growing exponentially until it was near cataclysmic in its intensity, his name the prayer on your lips as your vision went white.

“Fuck! Eddie, I’m coming!” you sobbed, devastation rolling over you as you felt him follow you, his hips slam into yours once, twice, and then one final time as he buried himself deep inside of you and came, filling you completely. 

Your body was still twitching with the aftershocks as he laid himself carefully on top of you, the weight of him settling you back into your body as you both came down. His dick was still pulsing every so often inside of you, your pussy still contracting around it too, greedily milking him for every last drop, even though it was already starting to spill out the sides. It was fucking filthy, the feeling of it seeping in between your still conjoined bodies, and you couldn’t think of anything you liked more in that moment, messy and nasty and gross, and you loved it. 

You loved it because it was him who’d done it. 

You loved-

You inhaled fast and sharp at the realization, the tears that had slowed after your climax fillled your eyes again, dropping to the plastic pressed under your cheek. Swallowing hard, you untangled one hand from his to swipe them away, trying to bury the emotions that had flooded into your chest and begged for attention, pleading to be shared with the one who elicited them from you. 

“You okay?”

Eddie pushed up from your back gently, dropping a too chaste kiss onto your shoulder as he did, not knowing how it made your heart do vicious somersaults again and again in your chest, the absolute bastard. Blinking the tears away again, you turned to look up at him as best you could and smiled. 

“Yeah. Yeah of course,” you rasped, voice beyond wrecked. “Not excited about facing everyone after screaming your name like a goddamn banshee only a room away, but yeah, I’m great.”

You weren’t quite sure he believed you. His expression just a little scrutinizing before he grinned back at you and chuckled. 

“I mean I’m pretty sure they all knew what we were about to do when you announced you were about to go to the bathroom and I oh so unsubtly followed. And if that didn’t tip them off, Rita sure as fuck did.”

You bit back another moan when he slipped out of you, the feeling of his come slipping out of you making your eyes cross.

“Shit,” he cursed, grabbing a wad of toilet paper he knelt behind you to try his best to clean the mess that had dripped into panties, before dabbing at your fucked out cunt and the mess on your thighs. “Your underwear and jeans might be fucked.”

You snorted and pushed yourself up and off the sink, testing your legs. Deciding you were probably steady enough by now to not fall on your face, you stood up fully, tossing a look down at him over your shoulder, lifting an eyebrow at him expectantly. Smiling again, he tossed the used tissue into the toilet and grabbed the waistband of your bottoms and began to pull them up. Just before pulling them over your ass, he bit one cheek quickly, enough to make you yelp before yanking your clothes up and over for you to fix. 

“Asshole,” you groused, stifling your smile at the playful gesture. 

“You love it.”

Love more than that, you thought woefully, your hidden smile losing some of its mirth. 

---

Just as you were finishing fixing your appearances, a loud knocking came from the door, instantly warming your cheeks with embarrassment. 

“Hey Eddie, if you guys are done trying to drown out the band, can you hurry up? Some of us need to take a leak and I don’t fancy doing it in the alley,” a masculine voice called, good humor coloring the request. 

Eddie dragged a hand over his face and nodded unseen to them. 

“There are other bathrooms in this place, ya know!”

“And there are other places to fuck around in, but I still gave you time to bust a nut, now hurry up! ‘Sides, your friends seem like they’re ready to go anyways.”

Unlocking and opening the door, you fixed your heckler with an unimpressed look and gestured for him to move. Grabbing Eddie’s hand, you pushed past the guy and ignored his bewildered expression, leading the way down the hall and focused on steeling yourself for the inevitable sly looks you’d be receiving and not on the continuous stream of you love him’s playing on repeat in your head. 

Returning to the green room, you dropped Eddie’s hand and avoided looking at anyone directly as you made a beeline for your abandoned chair next to Steve. Grabbing a half full glass of something brown on the table in front of them, you swallowed it all in one go, grimacing against the wretched burn, not particularly caring whose drink it might have been. Eddie stood behind you, propping himself against the back of the chair and making the hair stand on the back of your neck at his close proximity. You needed to get out of there fast, get your head on straight and really think everything through, before you ended up doing something stupid. 

“There you guys are!” Robin greeted, smirking as she looked between you two, earning a wink from Eddie and a wince from you. “We were getting worried you’d Irish Goodbye’d us.”

“Nah, no way, would never do that to you guys. Just needed some fresh air,” Eddie excused, no one buying the obvious lie, Steve even rolling his eyes and getting a poke in the ribs. “Sticks said you guys were talking about heading out?” 

“Yeah, we promised my parents we’d try to get in by midnight, and we’ve already pushed it by staying this late already,” she said, looking more than a little apologetic. “But! We’re staying till Sunday morning and we can stop back in for lunch if you’re free then?”

The three of them continued to chat, making plans as you sat there in the middle of it all, too stuck in your own head to really process what was being said while you were trying to formulate your escape. It wasn’t until you heard your name that you came back to the present and saw the three of them staring at you expectantly. 

“Sorry, what?”

“We were asking if you wanted to come Sunday too,” Steve supplied helpfully, smiling at you. 

You blinked at him before looking up at Eddie, the hopeful look in his eyes making you swallow thickly. 

“Oh, I’m- I don’t know. I still have some exam prep I need to do-”

“I’ll buy your lunch,” Eddie interjected quickly before you could finish your excuse. “C’mon, sweetheart, it’ll be fun!”

You knew you should say no, that you needed to put space between the two of you before that hope in his eyes grew into something unmanageable, for both of your sakes. But before you realized what you were doing, you were giving a half hearted sigh of exasperation and agreeing, earning a cheer from the three of three of them and a shoulder squeeze from Eddie. Your skin felt warm from where he’d touched you.

This was a mistake. 

You’d made a terrible mistake and this was going to end so badly. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to deny him this little bit of happiness. 

Even if you knew you were going to break his heart sooner rather than later. 

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[irismoon94]

Was aiming to have the first chapter up tonight, but it's taking me longer than I hoped and my exhaustion is kicking in.

Tomorrow then 🩷

Hello, my darlings. Sorry it's been a minute.

Another update on Part Three. My mental health has been pretty rocky since my last update, and as much as I wanted to continue working on it, my heart wasn't in it and every time I tried to force myself to write I hated it all. At one point, I even had an ending, but I felt like it wasn't sufficient and ended up deleting a good portion of what I'd written and letting it sit again in the meantime, and hating myself for not getting anywhere with it.

After a short social media break and some time to let myself decompress, I've come back to it again and decided that in order to properly give it the ending it deserves, I need a bit more time to work on it, but I have about 8k written that just needs some mild editing before it's ready to go. So in an effort to appease my own anxiety over it, I'm working on those edits now and splitting this part into two chapters to post what I do have done and give myself some air to work on the ending. That being said, the first chapter will leave off on a bit of a cliffhanger, and the second part will begin with some angst before finishing off with a happy ending and a small epilogue.

I'm so grateful for all the continued love my stories have gotten, and hope I can give this one the justice it deserves and the ending you all deserve.

Much love and gratitude for your understanding, patience, and support.

✨Iris✨

[irismoon94]

Joseph Quinn | SFM7, 2023

[irismoon94]

Hello, my darlings. Sorry it's been a minute.

Another update on Part Three. My mental health has been pretty rocky since my last update, and as much as I wanted to continue working on it, my heart wasn't in it and every time I tried to force myself to write I hated it all. At one point, I even had an ending, but I felt like it wasn't sufficient and ended up deleting a good portion of what I'd written and letting it sit again in the meantime, and hating myself for not getting anywhere with it.

After a short social media break and some time to let myself decompress, I've come back to it again and decided that in order to properly give it the ending it deserves, I need a bit more time to work on it, but I have about 8k written that just needs some mild editing before it's ready to go. So in an effort to appease my own anxiety over it, I'm working on those edits now and splitting this part into two chapters to post what I do have done and give myself some air to work on the ending. That being said, the first chapter will leave off on a bit of a cliffhanger, and the second part will begin with some angst before finishing off with a happy ending and a small epilogue.

I'm so grateful for all the continued love my stories have gotten, and hope I can give this one the justice it deserves and the ending you all deserve.

Much love and gratitude for your understanding, patience, and support.

✨Iris✨

[irismoon94]

rockstar eddie gets invited to the met gala and brings that one guy with him

[irismoon94]

he's trying very hard. but once a bitch, always a bitch

[irismoon94]

what if?