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THE SCENE — Will Poulter x fem reader

Summary: you're in a romantic comedy with Will Poulter and kind of develop a small crush on him. After a hot make out scene, you can't stop thinking about him.

Pairing: Will Poulter x fem!reader.

Word count: 2.8k.

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, handjobs, couch sex, semi clothed sex, overstimulation, usual dirty language and dirty stuff.

Notes: Reader is around 38 (in my head) and Will is 30 because I fucking need some Will with an older woman and I need him in a romantic comedy so bad right now and this is me trying to fulfil my fantasy as well. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this filthy shit. Anything is welcome.

>> disclaimer: i totally respect the private lifes of the actors and celebrities i use for my fanfictions, and of course their personal relationships. this is only fiction written for fun and nothing more.

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Finally, he kissed you. But it wasn't just a simple kiss. It was a hungry, needy kiss. Something you longed for since you both met on set.

He pressed his body against yours, his big frame over you, his fingers caressing your cheek until he reached the skin of your neck. His touch made you ache, and he wasn't even down there, where you needed him the most.

As you gasped between kisses, his hands traveled down your hips, until he grabbed your ass, in a harshly way. His big palms squeezing your skin through the pencil skirt. Will broke the kiss, scanning your swollen lips and big eyes, before he pulled you up from the floor only to sit you on the kitchen island, and him now standing between your legs.

It was your turn to kiss him. You pulled him for a sloppy kiss as your lips crashed together again, inviting his tongue to taste your mouth. He started to take off the buttons of your blouse, leaving it open to see your covered breasts, and hungrily you invite his hands to feel your exposed skin. He touched, under your guidance, and felt the heat of your body against him.

Your hands then moved to his trousers, undoing them as fast as you can between kisses. Will pulled you closer, if that was even possible, pressing your bodies together. You grinded against him, and felt his increasing arousal. His growing erection wasn't something he could hide; and this made you crazy, for him and his touch.

His hips moved, thrusting into you, feeling your heat against his clothed crotch, and his lips moved to your neck, placing soft kisses on your skin. It made you gasp and whimper softly, and you thought you'd come just by the friction your bodies were creating...

"Cut!"

The director's voice made you stop.

You almost forgot you were actually acting a heavy make out scene with Will Poulter.

"Are you okay?" you asked sweetly once you stopped, trying to keep it professional.

Will nodded and breathed out. "Yeah, are you alright?"

"I am," you smiled.

He helped you to get on your feet and the staff quickly came to fix yours and his clothing, while listening to the praising from your director and the crew on what you just did. The blonde, tall man blushed a little.

The film was a new romantic comedy, with you and Will on the lead. You played a prestigious boss of an important magazine and Will was the new, naive intern on the company. Will's character was younger than the your character and he fell for your character in an instant. So this scene was the peak of their relationship, where both finally give in to each other.

Unlike you, you fell for Will in real life.

Will's character was clumsy, cute, really kind and hardworking, exactly like him. He was shy when you met at first but as time went by you learned to enjoy each other's company and, in fact, you got along very well.

You sighed, finally this was your last scene for the day, so the crew and the director wrapped up everything, and you finished another long shift of filming. After the scene, you left the set saying thank you to everyone and smiling a lot more than you pretended to Will. God, you were so into him.

The crew took you to hair and make up to take off the clothes for the scene and clean your face. It was late at night, so after that, you went back to your hotel. The only thing on your mind was him. Him touching you, him kissing you, him adoring and worshiping your body in just a few minutes was driving you crazy.

Maybe it was just a mere coincidence, but once you waited for the elevator to arrive, Will appeared by your side. A shy smile on his lips. Your cheeks heated and your body ached, the images of his hands roaming your figure appeared on your head again.

"Almost over," Will said. "The filming, I mean..."

"Yeah, thankfully," you responded almost immediately.

The elevator doors opened. Will let you get in first and he followed behind. You were the only two people inside the elevator and in silence you arrived to your floor. It wasn't good that you were staying on the same floor, only a room apart. At least, not for you.

You started to walk away, with a smile, and suddenly felt like you had to do something. Anything to talk to him, to have him closer.

"Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to have a drink or something?" the question came out of your mouth without thinking twice, and it certainly caught Will out of guard, judging by the look on his face.

He was standing a couple feet away from you, ready to enter his room, but he stopped from doing so.

"That would be lovely," he said.

"Then, wanna come in?" you asked, playfuly, knowing he would follow.

Will chuckled and you let him in your room. It was a small suite, with a living room and a bedroom. The moment Will entered the place, he thought it had all your aura in it, a proper hotel room for a star like you. Someone whom he really admired a lot from afar, and you had no idea about it.

"Anything special you'd like?" you asked Will, after saying he could sit on the couch. You opened the fridge and his answer was a little weird for you.

"Water will do, thank you."

You glanced at him, your brows furrowed.

"Really, water's fine," his lips put on a pretty, shy look on his face. But you said nothing, grabbing a glass of water and if this was going to go his way, you took water for yourself too.

You offered him the glass and he gladly accepted it as you took yours and made yourself comfortable in the couch, leaving just a little space between both of you.

"I can't believe we're only a couple of days to finish here," Will broke the silence first. God, how much you loved hearing his voice.

"Me neither, hasn't been that long..." you replied. I wish it never ended, at least not yet, you thought.

Suddenly, Will called your name and it slipped from his mouth like the sweetest thing you've ever heard him say. He started to think perfectly his words. "Um I really enjoy working with you," he said. "And you're awesome, and I'm your fan- sorry if it's weird."

A wide smile was on your lips and you felt heat rising on your face. "I enjoy the time with you as well."

The chat went smoothly, with him praising your work and you did the same with Will. He respected you a lot since you were older than him and you had a prominent career he followed closely before. It was nice to have him in your place, alone, without the pressure of doing a perfect scene or your crew around. Even when the british man was just being sweet and making some jokes through your conversation, all you could think about was the heated scene you shared today. On the way his hands traveled down your skin, how his lips felt soft, and the way he was pressing your body to his... A new wave of silence filled the place as you finished your glass of water and placed it on the coffee table, his empty glass was already there.

"You know, I couldn't stop thinking about our scene today..."

"Oh, yeah? Why's that?" you asked, curious. You could swear you were closer to him now, your legs almost touching. A small blush appeared on his face at the way your eyes looked at him.

"Well, you're you," he mumbled. "And you're wonderful and beautiful..."

"Well, you're beautiful too, and I like you," you didn't mean to say those last words but it was done now. His eyes went wide. Well, now he knew. Will barely gasped and licked his lips. And you just wanted nothing more but kiss him. Now.

He remained quiet, so you decided to make your first move and slowly, you leaned in to kiss his lips. It was short but he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm feeling. It started soft and delicate, until his hand tangled in your hair, playing with it gently. You whimpered in the middle of the kiss.

"God, you're so gorgeous," you breathed against his lips, taking in every inch and detail of his face. His plump lips and his darkening eyes filled with lust and his furrowed brows were everything you wanted to keep on your mind forever.

You moved until you finally were sitting on his lap, each leg on his sides, and kissed him, this time, you were impatient. Gladly, Will followed your pace, letting you guide him through it while your hips moved slowly, grinding against his crotch.

Will gasped against your mouth, his big hands went down on your sides smoothly. His erection was evident and he found himself not able to control the rolls of his hips, your core already aching and dripping for him. Your small moans were swallowed by his mouth and you continued with the friction your now heated bodies created.

Suddenly, you broke the kiss to get some air and studied the look on his face. It was pure lust. Just exactly how you felt.

"Why you accepted my invitation if you wanted just water?"

"I wanted to be with you," he answered, biting his lip.

"Well, then undress me."

And he did as you ordered. You got on your feet and Will took off your blouse and your pants swiftly but gently at the same time, your bra ended up somewhere on the carpeted floor along with your panties. Finally exposed, you climbed on top of him again with such confidence, that his blue eyes wandered in every inch of your skin. He thought you were perfect like this.

Taking his hand you guided him to your core. And how wet you were by now. He rubbed your folds and your clit, as he left soft butterfly kisses on your neck, inhaling your scent. Your skin was heating and your heart racing. And his touch felt like heaven. His fingers teased your slit and you rocked your hips to feel him where you needed the most.

You didn't care he was still fully clothed, all that mattered was his digits playing with your cunt and his other hand running from your leg to one of your breasts to squeeze your flesh gently. Quickly, you found his belt and undid his trousers. Will breathed against the crook of your neck as your hand ghosted over his now tight boxers, throbing for you. You moaned as one of his long digits entered you, your spine curled. The feeling of getting stretched and ready was too much, and his agonizing slow rhythm made your body ask for more.

The heat between your legs ached and you met the thrusts of his hand rolling your hips, your hand palming him hardly through the fabric while he increased the pace of his finger, adding a second one soon enough. Will used his other hand to hold your waist, fucking your pussy with his fingers, clearly saying he wanted to guide the flow of what you were starting.

"Oh, Will, please," you whimpered, and leaned down to kiss him, eager. Your hands released his cock from his boxers and your palm worked on his hard dick, using the precum of his tip to create friction. Once you pulled away from the kiss you met with his flushed face, scrunched eyes, licking his lips with his tongue... he looked so pretty like that, under your touch and the small control you gathered before was back.

So you continued pumping him, the living room of your suite now was filled with the obscene noises of your pussy as his fingers thrusted into you and your hand pumping him. His eyes opened slowly and met your dark gaze, Will did not stop fucking your cunt, until you grabbed his wrist with your hand, his hard cock now free from your palm. He pulled out his fingers, glistening because of your juices and you took them in your mouth, tasting yourself. His muscles tighten, he felt like he would cum right there just by the licks of your tongue on his fingers, until you cleaned them good.

"I felt you getting hard today..."

You started to take off the buttons of his dress shirt, exposing a little of his well-built chest, hands ghosting over his soft skin.

"I- I couldn't help it," Will gasped, his big hands grabbing your sides.

You smirked. "I know."

And with those words, you sinked down on his cock, your walls pulsed around him as he filled you little by little, until the curve of your ass met the fabric of his trousers under your bare flesh. He let out a low moan and your pussy clenched around him. You were more than ready to take him.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, hypnotized on how good you felt.

So you ride him, holding yourself on his shoulders, with his hands gripping your hips, and you feel his dick deeply every time you sink down again into him, your tits bouncing, and both your moans and his groans mix together. And you realized then that you're finally connected, just as how you fantasized, exactly how you used to dream wide awake.

You realize you're riding him, fully naked, on the couch of your suite, while he was almost dressed. And you loved it. You loved the way he let you fuck yourself on him, and how his big and strong hands remained on your skin, how his fingers moved to cup your breasts. He felt like heaven.

A familiar sensation starts building down your belly, and your walls squeeze his cock as you bounce repeatedly. So close. So fucking close to the sweet end. Your body was desperate to reach the edge and release the tension you had saved for so long, just to have this moment with him. His grip grew rough on your hips, but Will remained still, and you knew it was taking a huge amount of self-control to buck his hips and thrust into you.

And finally, you exploded cursing under your breath, leaning your forehead against his. Moans and whimpers escaped your lips, your pussy clenching around his shaft, but you took a while to slow down and you held tightly on him. The wetness of your cunt sliding down your inner thighs.

"Fuck me," you gasped, still riding out your orgasm. "Fuck me like this until you cum."

And without a word, he did. His hard grip made you remain still, his hips rocking at a brutal pace, you were still sensitive from your orgasm, but it truly didn't care. He was already twitching inside of you and your whole body trembled. Your fingers tangled on his blonde, soft curls, while biting your lip to hold back your moans.

Will was so close to his own peak, his thrusts became erractic and breathy moans left his lips. You were also sure his grip would leave marks on your body, but that was more than okay. It would be perfect to remember how good he was making you feel and how hard he made you cum... Everything was more than perfect and every thrust made you crazy, aching for more of him and how deep he felt inside of your spasming walls...

With a last powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside you, spilling his seed deep inside of your cunt with a shattered breath against the crook of your neck. You just wished to stay like this forever, with him moving you on top of him gently, milking every drop of him.

Your body felt weak, but you smiled, panting and moving to see his beautiful sweaty face. He was completely spent, as much as you were. His hands caressed your thighs in a gentle way, and you pecked his nose, tasting the salty sweat running down his skin.

"This was so good," you mumbled.

"You feel good," Will answered, now he kissed your lips. "You feel better than I ever thought..."

You chuckled. "So you also imagined something before."

"A lot, in fact," he nodded, smiling and kissing your cheek, lips tracing the features on your face.

"Mind sharing some of them later? Maybe in the shower?" you suggested.

"Darling, you don't even have to ask."

The sweetness of his deep voice and the dark meaning of his words sent shivers down your spine. This was going to be a long night.

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OK SO I HAD A DREAM ABT THIS SCENARIO AND I NEED U TO KNOW ABT IT.

ok so basically in my dream, me and will were having a nice lil smoke sesh, and ya girl got high asf. i took one last hit and passed it to him (i dont even remember if it was a weed pen or if it was actual bud, but regardless,) and i looked at that mf and idk what happened to me but for some reason my brain went feral and i literally tackled him and we started making out. unfortunately, my dream was soon cut off before things could get spicy, but what do you think?

Weed

warnings- drug use(weed), getting high, making out, thigh ridding, cumming in pants

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People underestimate the stress actors go through. They always think since actors have money they’re always fine, its not always the case.

Will dropped his backpack to the side the second he walked through the door. You were sitting on the couch just scrolling through your phone, the sound of the door opening and bag hitting the floor brought your attention up. You saw Will standing there with a slight red hue on his face.

“Hey babe, you ok?” You set your phone down and stand up. He immediately shakes his head and brings his hands to his face. You walk over to him and bring him down into your arms. “Tell me what happened.”

“Directors think they can just walk all over me, expect me to fall at their feet.” You frowned deeply, Will was never one to complain about directors, he always loved working with them. But it seemed this time it was not the case.

“What did they do?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He mumbled into your neck.

“Want me to make you some tea?” He shook his head and kissed your neck before pulling back.

“No, but um, do you have any… weed?” He mumbled the last part but you clearly heard him.

“Oh ya, go wait outside on the balcony so we don’t get the smell inside.” You give him a smile and walk away to your shared bedroom. You got down on your knees and reached under the bed to pull out a shoe box with all the necessities. You walked onto the balcony and shut the door behind you. Will was sitting in a chair with his head resting on his hand. You leaned down and kissed the top of his head before sitting down.

“Thank you, for doing this.” He kissed your shoulder. You had a blunt already rolled so there was no need to roll any. You handed it to Will and he placed it between his lips and leaned for a light. You held up the lighter and flicked it on. You watched the bud burn red and Will pull back to inhale. He immediately started coughing making you giggle.

“Remember what I told you.” You say and grab the bud to hold it up to your lips. “Just relax, don’t inhale it in so hard.” You demonstrated to him, inhaling softly and pulled the blunt out to let it out, blowing it away from his face. Will nodded and gently took the blunt out of your hand. He copied your actions which resulted in letting out a large cloud of smoke.

You sat in silence, passing the blunt back and forth. Your minds slowly clouding. You looked over at Will and almost moaned.

You were always horny when high.

He looked so good.

He inhaled again but turned to look at, turning his lip to the side to let smoke out. He noticed how you wouldn’t stop staring at him.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, you just look really good.” You say and place a hand on his bicep, giving it a light squeeze. He licked his lips and looked down at your lips then back up to your face.

“I do?” He smirked and handed you the blunt. You nodded and stood up, turning yourself in front of him. Will looked at you with hazy eyes and a small smile. “Come here.” He patted his thighs and you say down, knees on either side of his hips. You placed the blunt in between your lips and inhaled but didn’t let it out. You leaned down far enough just so your lips hovered over his. He placed a hand on your back and slowly trailed it up to the back of your neck and pushed your head down slowly.

Your lips met snd you immediately opened your mouth and blew the smoke in Wills mouth. His eyes widened but he accepted it. You brought your hand up his neck and weaved it into his hair and pulled gently, just enough for him to moan.

“Love we can’t do this outside.” He pulled away and you smirked.

“Why not? Whoever looks over here will get a show.” You stomped out the blunt and slammed your lips back on his. You pushed your crotch down in his making him jerk up slightly. He pulled away again and grabbed your hips to grind you on top of him. He started kissing your neck, and sucking.

You felt your panties dampen as you kept getting dragged along his clothed cock, which was growing harder by the seconds. You shifted onto one thigh, the one that had Wills cock resting on top of, and rested your hands on his shoulders. You moved up and down, with an occasional hop. Wills tip was beginning to become overly sensitive with every pass.

“Go on baby, get yourself off then I’ll fuck you.” He said and placed a sloppy kiss on your neck. Your moans got louder and louder, tears starting going down your face as the pleasure built up. Pre-cum seeped out of Wills tip and he knew if he took his sweats and boxers off he’d be net with an angry cock.

He grabbed your hips and took over your movements. He started bouncing his leg harshly making you gasp and grab his shoulders even tighter.

“I’m gonna cum.” You threw you head back and Wills eyes rolled in the back of his head.

“Go ahead pretty girl, cum all over my thigh.” His words was all the was needed for you to cum. Your thighs tightened around his and every thrust you made, trying to ride out your high, triggering him to cum. He could feel spurts of the cum wetting his boxers and sweats. He looked down and saw the wet pat h you created along with his cum.

You rested your forehead on his shoulder and took in a shuddering breath. Will kissed the side of your head and then rested his on top of yours.

“You ok darling?” You nodded and turned you head to gently kiss his neck. You then raised your head and Will took notice of how red your eyes are.

“I still want you.” You say and slid your hands under his shirt and caressed his toned stomach. Will smirked and grabbed your chin.

“Still needy huh? You gonna let me fuck you?” He asked and you nodded immediately. “Good girl.”

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Celestial Body

Adam Warlock x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 1635

MasterList Link I AO3 Link I Wattpad Link

Summary: Chasing that “after a battle” high in one another. Pure Smut.

Includes: Submissive Adam, After Mission Sex, and a tiny bit of fluff at the end. Implied relationship between Reader and Adam.

Disclaimer: I do not own Adam Warlock, the Guardians, or anything from the MCU. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes:  Someone on Tumblr said Adam Warlock wasn’t fuckable and I took that personally.

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twitter dying before tumblr is really proof we’re like the 15 year old chihuahua thats blind in one eye and has one leg

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It’s always a hole in one when you have a puppy to help. 13/10  great job

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Open Drawers

(18+ only)

summary: You forget to close the drawer to your nightstand and your best friend accidentally finds your vibrator.

wordcount: 4.3k

tags/warnings: fem!reader, slight softdom!eddie, friends to lovers, smut, use of sex toys, praise kink (good girl), very slight degradation (he calls you a slut once), pet names (sweetheart, princess), spit used as lubricant, edging, overstim, no use of y/n

a/n: i teased this fic a while ago, sorry it took me a bit to actually post it but i hope you like it anyway!! requests are open and much appreciated, if i know someones actively waiting for me to write something for them i’ll be more likely to not spend a whole ass month on it lmao

It’s been weeks of torture. Ever since Eddie found out about your ‘little secret’ he’s refused to let it go, bringing it up as often as he can just to humiliate you further. It was cruel behavior, especially from the man you consider your best friend. Though you can’t be too surprised, considering he’d always had an affection for teasing you. In the past it had always been rather playful and innocent- maybe just ever so slightly suggestive- but you were generally able to ignore his flirtatious comments and retain your close relationship (no matter how much they made your pining heart flutter). It had been almost a month since everything changed.

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-During stoner night-

Jonathan: I think Will likes Mike…

Argyle: The dude with the fake threads? Really?

Steve: Why Mike!? Lucas is right there!

Eddie: Wheeler? Jesus H Christ that’s so embarrassing, Baby Byers.

Steve: Dustin! Dustin would treat him so much better than Mike could!

Argyle: This is worse then when we had to bury that super secret agent man in the desert.

Jonathan:…thank you all for understanding what I’m going through.

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Do you wanna touch me? (oh yeah) || Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: When you and Eddie take a different route in the Upside Down, you come across a strange fungus that leaves you with some unintended side effects.

Couple: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: sex pollen, graphic smut, masturbation, penetration w an object, pillow humping, best friends to lovers, mild dubcon due to the nature of sex pollen, but mutual attraction and pining is underlying it all, implied bisexual reader

Word Count: 6k

When you said you would follow Eddie Munson into hell, you hadn’t meant literally. But you’d followed him to Rick’s, laying low and sneaking supplies when you could. It didn’t occur to you at the moment that by being loyal to your best friend, you might also incriminate yourself in the murder investigation. And then you followed him to Lover’s Lake, then Skull Rock, and then back to Lover’s Lake. You dove in after him without thinking and immediately regretted it when you were struck with the fact that you were a really shitty swimmer. 

And then you were in hell. Rabid-looking bats, scary vines, Steve Harrington spitting out ichor while blood oozed from puncture wounds. You had come through on your promise to Eddie so many times over that he would never be able to pay you back for it. And you ruined your favorite shirt with fucking interdimensional bat blood. 

There wasn’t time to cry over spilled milk in the Upside Down, so you trekked on towards the Wheeler’s. Everything had been fine, for a little while. Maybe it was a bad idea to split up the way that you had, but Eddie swore he could get you to the Wheeler’s faster if you just cut through this sketchy sliver of woods. Steve, Nancy, and Robin were going to stick to the safe path, but Eddie was stubborn, and you couldn’t let him go off alone. 

“This fucking sucks,” you muttered, grimacing at the wet slap of your clothes as you moved. “I got this top at Gadzooks before Starcourt closed, my shoes are probably ruined, and my hair looks like shit.”

“Poor, poor baby,” Eddie said mockingly, pushing out his bottom lip in a false pout. You rolled your eyes and shoved him lightly enough that he didn’t careen into the nest of vines to his right. “I’ve got it worse. Do you know how fucked leather gets when it gets wet and then dries? And my rings. I’m gonna have to polish the shit out of them.”

“I dunno,” you said, casting a sideways glance. “They look kind of badass caked in nasty bat blood.” Eddie grinned wolfishly, his canines glinting in the soft grey light. You slammed into something solid suddenly, and it took a few moments to realize that he’d thrown his arm out.

“Do you see that?” Eddie asked, lowering his arm a bit, but still holding it in front of you. You furrowed your brows, but it wasn’t long before you spotted it in the distance. A layer of a bioluminescent fungus had grown on one of the trees, making it glow an eerie blue in the low light. 

Against both of your better judgments, you drew closer, brows knit at the peculiar sight in the peculiar place. It looked so inviting, glowing softly, enticing you closer. The vines were a hive mind but this… this seemed different. Eddie caught your hand before you could touch it, giving you a warning look. 

“I dunno if it’s smart to touch the glowing tree in the interdimensional realm, Sweetheart,” Eddie warned gently before releasing your hand down by your side. Disappointment that you couldn’t place flooded your chest, and you frowned as you looked at the glowing fungus, practically pulsing with light. 

“Yeah,” you agreed quickly, shaking your head at your own base impulse. It just felt like further proof that you weren’t cut out for shit like this. Fantasy was better left to DnD campaigns and Tolkien. “Yeah, we should leave it.”

And you would’ve left it well enough alone if a tremor hadn’t shaken the very ground you stood on. You yelped, reaching out for Eddie before you both fell against the tree. At the disturbance, the fungus released a cloud of spores that you both choked on, flooding every sense in your body. When the dust settled, you and the metalhead were practically covered in the faintly glowing dust, eyes wide with worry. 

“Okay, that wasn’t my fault,” you said quickly, like you had to settle the record before you got another tick in the shit at interdimensional travel box. You were conscious of the feel of your tongue in your mouth, how it moved to form each syllable. The dust on your lips tasted like blue raspberry candy and burned your nostrils, dripping down the back of your throat. Without thinking, you licked your lips again, savoring the taste. 

Eddie nodded wordlessly in response, and you watched the bob of his throat as he swallowed hard. Your gaze followed a bead of sweat as it traveled from his hairline down his throat, right until it disappeared under his dirty shirt collar. “We tell anyone about this and they’ll… you know, they’ll freak the fuck out.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. The words had a taste in your mouth, like iron. You had never tasted words before.

“Yeah,” Eddie echoed. “So, let’s keep this between us for now. Deal with it later.”

“Mhmm.” You could feel the vibration in your throat as you made the words, still tasting blue raspberry on the back of your tongue that was so sour made your jaw ache. And still, you walked to the Wheeler’s, carefully, focused on any minute change in your bodies, any sign of infection.

It started as a warmth. Sweat trickled down your back in small rivulets and you were hypersensitive to the way the drop navigated the divot of your spine. It wasn’t supposed to be anything but cold in the Upside Down, but you were flushed, warm head to toe, clammy with a thin sheen of sweat. 

Eddie wasn’t looking too hot either. Well, he looked hot, physically. He just wasn’t looking well. His bangs stuck to his forehead, tacky with sweat. There was a notable pink flush to his cheeks— like he’d just gotten through running a marathon. His lips were dry and cracked— you watched as his tongue darted out and licked them, desperate for moisture.

The rest of the trek was slow-moving. It was a miracle when you made it to the Wheeler’s without collapsing onto the dingy, vine-covered ground and giving up. You needed something. But you couldn’t put your finger on what that was. Water? Sleep? All of the above? You huffed with frustration as you joined Nancy, Robin, and Steve inside, who had not-so-happily waited for you to join them. 

“Some shortcut,” Robin said with a wry grin. You couldn’t miss the suggestive waggle of her brows, which made your stomach twist with longing. A tiny part of you was extremely loud in its frustration that you hadn’t been getting fucked in the forest.

“Shut up,” you said with a huff as your cheeks burned. It was impossible to hide the frustration that had been building and building. You just wanted to get out of the upside down and away from everything shitty happening in your life. And get fucked. You were caring less and less about the order. 

In the back of your mind, you knew that you weren’t being incredibly helpful, but there was no part of your mind unscathed by the effects of the spores.

In the dark, fucked up version of Nancy’s room, you doubled over, bracing yourself against a vine-free patch of wall as nausea wreaked havoc on your body. It hurt. You felt empty in ways you would never have noticed before— so hungry you could have devoured anything in your path. 

“Hey, you alright?” Robin asked, anxiety lacing her tone. 

“‘M fine,” you lied, trying your best to give a convincing smile. “Just a little nauseous. Probably because I swallowed a metric shit ton of lake water.” Robin looked skeptical but nodded regardless.

 Eddie was hiding it better than you— the only giveaway was how quiet he’d gotten. It was unlike him to not pitch in with a quippy remark every so often, but he was dead silent as the five of you communed with Dustin through the Lite Brite.

Both of you tried to ignore it the best you could until you got to Eddie’s trailer. By then, the heat coursing through your veins was painful. It was like all the blood in your body had been set to a slow boil. And the need. You could put a name on it now that you had been living with it for the better part of an hour— so present it had become as much a part of you as your soul. It wasn’t hunger in a literal sense, not emptiness that you would yearn to fill. It was pure, carnal desire. The most primal version of it that existed. 

“Are you okay?” Steve asked finally, pulling you aside from the group. His hand felt like ice against your burning skin and you gasped, practically moaning at the relief. Your heart pounded as you looked at him, feeling as if you were only seeing King Steve for the first time ever. 

He was really pretty. Robin was pretty. Nancy was pretty. And Eddie. Fuck the real Hawkins. All you wanted to do was pile into the alternate, evil version of Eddie’s bedroom and rip everyone’s clothes off with your teeth. 

His brows furrowed at your reaction, but he squeezed your arm and the pressure of his touch made you fucking whimper. “Sorry,” you whispered, chest heaving. “Fuck, Steve, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re fine,” he insisted, but concern knit his brows regardless. When he dropped his hand you nearly fell to your knees and begged for more of his touch. You were nauseous without it, craving it like a drug. “But are you okay?”

“Mhmm,” you said despite your fear that you would burn up into ash if you didn’t satiate the burning craving within you.

It was a fucking miracle that you made it through the gate— that you could climb the stupid rope without getting off on the knots in the bedsheets between your thighs. The first thing you did back in the real Hawkins was make a beeline to the sink and drink from the tap like you’d just gotten out of the desert. You groaned at the mineral taste, and wanted to cry when the cold water didn’t do shit to cool you down or kill your raging libido.

Eddie practically pushed you aside to get a turn, sticking his tongue out like a dog, lapping at the water and moaning. His hair was falling into the sink, getting wet from the tap. You wedged yourself between him and the counter, craning your neck to drink at the tap where it poured off his chin messily. He finally huffed in frustration and shut off the tap, moving to stand against the fridge with his chest heaving. You licked the water off your lips and whimpered at the loss of closeness.

“Is that normal?” Erica piped up. It would have been refreshing to hear her speak her mind so plainly if it didn’t draw all the attention to you. 

Well, it already had been on you, but you hadn’t noticed the way the others stared in your direction, confusion furrowing their brows, until then. In the time you and Eddie had spent drinking from the sink, everyone had gotten through the gate. You didn’t even have it in you to feel shame for being caught so ravenous, so you wordlessly wiped the water dripping down your chin.

“Shit,” Dustin said, voice dripping with every ounce of annoyance he could muster. “This is why I should’ve been on the boat. Rule number one of traveling in the upside down?Wear protective gear. You think breathing in interdimensional dust is healthy?”

“D’ya think that tree poisoned us?” Eddie practically slurred, his tongue heavy with the effort. There was simply too much happening at once— his body was burning up, he was painfully hard and straining against his tight jeans, and Dustin was freaking him out. 

He was so close you could practically smell him— heady and salty with sweat. You had to swallow down the urge to mouth at the skin of his neck and taste him fully, to draw your tongue through the sweat and grime on his skin, bite down into his skin and taste blood too. It was a primal urge, something you had never quite felt before.

“Tree?” Robin piped up nervously. “What tree?”

Eddie waved a hand lazily. “It glowed. It was, uh, blue. Tasted blue too.”

Your body was practically vibrating with need. Every stupid word out of Eddie’s mouth was burning a hole in the pit of your stomach. The fact that he was speaking seemed like a waste of time. You wanted to lick the words off of his tongue. 

“And you… ate the tree?” It was Steve this time, his stunned eyes wide. 

“No,” you said quickly. “It was a fungus, I think. There was some sort of earthquake and it knocked us into the tree. And then there were spores and I think it’s really fucking us up.”

You could hardly focus. You tore open the freezer, retrieved a bag of frozen peas that looked to have been from the late seventies, and held it against the back of your neck. It was useless, the heat was everywhere. 

Nancy approached you carefully, slow like she was afraid you’d flee like a frightened rabbit. You could feel the heat of her body as she stepped close, radiating off of her alongside the barest remnants of her perfume. The barest press of the back of her hand against your forehead made your legs feel like jelly. You pressed back against her touch, eyes fluttering shut, heart hammering. Your breath was shuddery as she felt your cheek, her hands dainty and gentle against your burning skin. 

Her hand was so close. It would take nothing to just turn and press your mouth to her skin, to lick and bite and relish in everything you could get. You had to shake the thought from your mind. You didn’t want to fucking bite Nancy. 

“I think the spores from the tree infected us,” you said suddenly, pushing Nancy away with a firm palm to her shoulder. Your heart thrummed, desiring more contact, and you had to wrench your hand away. “And until whatever it is works its way out of our systems, you all need to leave, just to be safe.”

“What?” Lucas asked incredulously. “That’s crazy, we aren’t just going to leave you here with a portal in the ceiling!”

“They have a point,” Nancy piped up. She nodded at you and turned to the group. “The people at Hawkins Lab used to put on full hazmat suits to go into the upside down, but we went in without any protection at all. Maybe it’s best if they stay here, shower off any remaining spores, and wait to see if they feel better with time.”

“That’s crazy,” Dustin pushed back. “Look at them!” He gestured over to the two of you, but you weren’t sure what he was pointing to. Maybe you looked worse than you felt, which was saying something.

“Max’s house is right over there, so we won’t be too far. A few of you can stay with Steve over there, and the rest of us will go on a supply run for first aid supplies. I’m thinking the school nurse’s office is the best bet.” Nancy clapped her hands once, like a judge banging a gavel, and it was set in stone. 

Dustin frowned at losing the argument, but still tossed a radio in your direction. You barely managed to catch it, too overwhelmed by the heat flooding your veins. “If you feel like you’re going to die, just radio.” 

You managed an eye roll in his direction before they were all out the door. You sighed, tossing the ice pack onto the countertop. It had already melted at the contact of your hot skin, leaving a puddle beneath it on the laminate surface. 

It was barely one full minute before you broke. 

“I think those spores had some fucked up type of aphrodisiac effect,” you said, meeting Eddie’s eyes. It was like his pupils had swallowed up all the warm brown, leaving only a dark, hungry gaze. “Tell me it’s not just me feeling that.”

“Feel like I’m going to melt out of my skin. I’m horny out of my goddamn mind.” He groaned, running a hand over his face. “Why the hell does an alternate dimension need a fungus that makes people want to fuck?”

You shook your head. “Doesn’t matter. It’s only getting worse, isn’t it?” He nodded and you sighed. “I keep feeling like…” You trailed off, cheeks burning hot with shame. “Like if I don’t get what I want, I’ll hurt someone. Like if I hold out any more I’ll have to feed the hunger some other way.” You couldn’t even bring yourself to say the words, that you were desperate to bite into the muscle connecting his neck and shoulder and rip and tear. That wasn’t you. None of this felt like you.

“Maybe we just need to give in,” Eddie said, barely able to meet your gaze. It was good, you decided, because if he met your gaze you didn’t know if you could hold yourself back, and you needed to. 

“Yeah,” you said, breathy and weak. Your legs were crossed, and you were incredibly conscious of the way the seam of your jeans felt when you squeezed your thighs. “Yeah, like make ourselves cum, and then it’ll be over, right?”

“Yeah. Jesus fuck, that sounds real fuckin’ nice.”

And that was all the discussion either of you needed. Shame was out the window, replaced with the burning hot need for release. If something were to put itself between you and the door to Eddie’s room, you would’ve ripped it apart with your nails and teeth.

You collapsed onto the floor of his room, practically tearing off your top with frantic desperation. Your shoes and socks were kicked off and lost, pants tugged down your legs. You practically had to peel your panties off of yourself— they were sopping wet. 

In the back of your mind, you felt like you might need a tetanus shot after laying naked on Eddie’s floor, but then your fingers were brushing through soft curls, nearing your clit, and the thought left your mind. 

The moan that escaped you was broken and desperate, louder than you had ever been in your entire life. The barest touch was like a jolt of lighting licking up your nerves, making your legs twitch. If it were any other day, you would’ve cum just from the otherworldly need that the spores had flooded your body with, but it wasn’t enough.

Bare touches were for losing your virginity in the back of someone’s car or shy hand stuff in the back row at the Starcourt movie theater. You needed to cum hard and fast. You made desperate circles around your clit, aided by wetness gathered from your soaked entrance. You felt like a live wire, and yet your peak was just out of reach. 

Every time you felt yourself nearing the finish, you lost it and had to chase it desperately to no avail, hips bucking into your touch pathetically. Like fucking Sisyphus himself, each time you got there, you came tumbling back down. The orgasm being held just out of reach was the worst kind of torture. Your cunt ached with need, your clit over-sensitive from the desperate attention you gave it.

It went on like this until you groaned with frustration. Without even thinking to ask, you flipped over and grabbed one of Eddie’s pillows from the floor beside you. In a moment of sheer desperation, you straddled it, folding it so you had something firm to rock against, and began desperately humping against it. Your fingers dug into the carpet as you worked your hips, desperate for something to grasp while you used the rest of your body to chase your high. 

“Holy fucking shit, sweetheart.” You hadn’t even acknowledged that Eddie was in the room until those words slipped past his lips.  His attention made a wave of sheer pleasure rock you to your core, the best you’d felt since Steve grabbed your arm. 

“‘M sorry, Eddie,” you gasped, shuddering at the feel of your clit against the plush fabric. “Just need more. Fuck. This is so gross.” The frustration was going to kill you. Angry tears slipped down your cheeks, but you kept grinding against the pillow despite the futility. 

“‘S okay,” he insisted. “Can’t— fuck— can’t get there either, huh?”

Your bottom lip poked out in a desperate pout as you shook your head. A frustrated cry escaped your throat, akin to a desperate whimper, and you knew you must have looked utterly pathetic in front of him. Fuck it. “You— uh— you got a hairbrush, Eddie? Somethin’ you won’t miss?”

“Huh?” He asked, chest heaving as he leaned back against his wall. His cock was a desperately flushed red, practically pulsing in his hand. It was at least a little comforting to know he was in a similar position as you. “Why do you—“ You saw the recognition light up in his eyes, the way they went wide with surprise and that same hunger you felt. “Oh. Fucking hell, sweetheart. Go ahead. Should be somewhere around here, dunno.”

It was disgusting. You knew it in the back of your mind as you ran your hand along the top of his dresser without looking, just searching for something you could use. Any other time, you wouldn’t have needed more than your fingers on your clit to get off, but your entire body was pleading for you to be filled up entirely. You practically cried with relief when your fingers brushed the prongs of a hairbrush, and you wasted no time in ripping it from the dresser and lying back on the floor. 

The prongs of the brush were sticky with layers of dried hairspray, and the handle was worn from continuous use. For a moment, you hesitated, your lips twitching in a tiny frown. But then you thought, for just a second, about how fucking good it would feel to have something thick and nice inside of you, and you caved. 

It wasn’t the first time you’d used a seemingly innocent object to get off. In the past, you’d used your own hairbrush with only a little bit of shame afterward. This felt different than sheepish experimentation. This felt needy and pitiful. It slipped in easily— you were so wet that it made obscene noises with the slow push within you and each subsequent drag out. 

It was better than just your fingers. So much better. You cried out wantonly, tears beading at the corners of your eyes with each deliberate press against the spongy spot within you. 

Eddie groaned, and when you turned to look at him, you found that his gaze was already on you. You held eye contact as you fucked yourself, mouth ajar so moans could slip past freely. His hand was practically a blur from how desperately he was stroking his length. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you realized then what was holding you back from your peak. 

“Need to touch you, Eddie,” you said pathetically, your words broken by moans and whimpers. “Gonna die if I don’t touch you.” And there was no element of exaggeration to your words. Every cell of your being felt like it was going to swell and burst if you didn’t feel him, warm beneath you. Or on top of you, inside you— fucking anything. 

“C’mere,” he said, and you swallowed hard, tossing the hairbrush to the side to be forgotten hopefully for the rest of your life, however short that may be. You had to crawl across his worn-down carpet to reach him, your legs weak and more like gelatin than muscle.

You watched him extend his hand, shivering at the barest brush of his fingertips against your shoulder. His cock twitched in his lap when he felt your skin buzzing against his. 

His touch was like ice against your burning hot skin— the kind of refreshing you only feel with a drink of water after days in the desert. It ignited a need within you to simply touch. You settled in his lap, chest heaving at the contact, and pressed your chest to his. You rested your head against his shoulder, relishing as relief flooded your veins. 

“Feels good,” you said weakly, your lips brushing his skin. He tasted salty with sweat, musky with grime. Any other time you would’ve pushed him off to shower and gone to shower yourself (because, truthfully, you weren’t better off after your days on the run). But you relished in him, whether it be some subconscious need, or the spores invading every bit of your being. Without thinking, you laved your tongue along the column of his throat, moaning at the taste of his skin. 

His hands roamed the expanse of your body, never staying in one place for too long. You arched into his touch when they found the divot of your waist and he ran his thumb along your skin. 

The hunger was still there— more of a slow boil than an intense burn after the instant relief that simply touching him had given you, but you could feel the ache and need. You ground down against his lap, shuddering with each delicious brush of your clit against the length of him, heavy between you. His head fell back and knocked against the wall as he groaned, holding you firmly against him. 

“Don’t stop,” he gasped, his fingers dimpling the supple flesh of your ass, leveraging you closer. “Feels so good. ‘M almost there, I can fucking feel it.”

The sharp sting of a bite made you cry out as he dug his teeth into your shoulder. Hot tears welled up along your lashline not because it hurt, but because it felt so fucking good. 

You could feel every cell of your body aching to finish, for a reprieve from the ungodly desperation wreaking havoc on your body. Nothing was good enough. Even touching him, as delicious as it could be, did nothing to satiate that hunger. 

“Need more, Eddie,” you managed with great effort. “God, it fucking hurts so bad.”

“I know,” he gritted out. His lashes were wet with frustrated tears that he refused to let himself shed. He needed this as much as you did. “Let me make it better.”

You nodded wordlessly as you raised your hips up, positioning yourself just above the head of his cock. He bucked up, unable to stop himself, and you whimpered at the briefest brush against your clit. He stroked your hair as he guided himself to your entrance, holding your gaze as you sank down onto him. 

For all of the noise you had made before— the feeling of Eddie inside of you, stretching and filling you rendered you silent. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, breath staccato as you stilled and felt your walls clench around the welcome intrusion. 

Eddie mumbled something that could have been interpreted as praise against the column of your throat— tight, warm, wet, perfect. He wrote the words into your skin with each bare brush of teeth and tongue as he spoke. His hands were firm on your hips, holding you down so he was buried deep within you, just completely sheathed and pulsing with need.

You could barely trust your wobbly thighs as you raised your hips just enough to drop back down onto him. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, more intense and delicious than you had felt from any sexual experience in your entire life. You wouldn’t have been one to get off just on a guy putting his dick in you on any other occasion, but even with your clit being totally ignored, you felt your finish creeping up. And that was all from one measly movement. 

With a valiant effort, you continued riding Eddie, the silence of that initial stretch broken by your pornographic moans and the slap of skin against skin. The closer you brought yourself to your finish, the louder you got— going from soft moans to desperate cries.

The debauched, sinful noises escaping the lips of your best friend only served to spur you on. God, he just sounded so pretty. His lips were wet and parted to allow the swears and groans he couldn’t hold back. 

Your orgasm was like a sudden strike of lightning— igniting every cell, every fiber of your being. Your nails bit into Eddie’s shoulders as you fucked yourself through it with sporadic, jerky movements of your weakened hips. It felt like your heart might explode right through your chest when you finally came down, still buzzing with hunger, but deliciously fulfilled. 

After you raised up to slip off of him, you reached up with a trembling hand to stroke Eddie’s cheek with your thumb, smiling softly as he leaned into your touch. “Did you… y’know?” You asked, suddenly bashful. That’s how you figured whatever spores got into your system had fully worked themselves out. 

Eddie swallowed, shaking his head. “I’m a gentleman,” he said, his voice weak, but still biting with humor. “I needed to make sure you got off first. Isn’t that what nice guys do?”

You pressed your forehead against his, breathing in the stale air between the two of you. “Eddie, you’re my best friend, and I love you,” you said as a preface. “And it’s because I love you, that I’m asking you to use me to work out whatever it is that’s left in your system. It’s not gonna go away until you do. So lay me down and fuck me until you can’t anymore.”

Okay. Maybe there was still a little something kicking around in your veins. You were about to apologize for being crass when he practically tackled you onto the piles of blankets and bedsheets on the floor behind you, narrowly missing a toppled acoustic guitar. 

Your eyes were wide as you peered up at him, hair falling around him like curtains framing his beautiful face. In your daydreams, you might have imagined something like this— his arms caging you in, a lovestruck look of devotion in his eyes. Maybe that was there, buried beneath the haze of lust as he looked down at you like a meal he wanted to lick off of a plate. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said insistently, holding your gaze. You nodded wordlessly and held one of his hands in yours, squeezing encouragingly. The sight of him was enough to have that familiar, sick ache burning in your belly.

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, then he pushed inside of you. 

No matter how you felt the first time, this was better. In your clearer state of mind, you could feel everything, sense everything. It wasn’t just you and your chase for climax anymore. You were there with him.

He practically collapsed on top of you, groaning out a desperate, “Fuck,” against your ear. His breath was hot against your skin, coming out in short pants as he fought himself for control. With him pressed on top of you, his weight bearing into yours, you could feel his heart hammering in his chest, pulsing against yours.

“C’mon, baby,” you encouraged, wrapping your legs around his hips so you could leverage him closer. He groaned deeper and let his head rest against your halo of hair. “You’ve gotta move. Give it to me— I can take it.”

His first desperate thrust stole the air from your lungs, so all you could do was brace yourself with nails digging into his shoulders. By the time you caught your breath, he was fucking you animalistically, panting and grunting into your ear. 

“Fuckin’ shit,” he groaned. “Feel so good.” A particularly rough, deep thrust made you cry out and you dug your heels against his ass to push him deeper. 

You knew he wouldn’t last. It was impressive that he’d managed to hold off when you were in his lap— warm, wet, and cumming harder than you had in your life. He wanted to be a gentleman then, but he wasn’t now. And thank fucking god for that. 

He was holding out as best as he could— trying to extend the euphoria of fucking you for as long as possible. His hands squeezed yours like a lifeline as he pounded into you, the moans ripping from his throat guttural and animalistic.

He came without warning, practically trembling as he buried himself deep within you. It felt like it lasted forever— hips shallowly thrusting as he shot off rope after rope of cum inside of you. When he finally felt his orgasm reside, he collapsed on top of you— sweaty and spent. 

You stayed like that for a while. Until he was soft inside of you and the heat, sweat, and stickiness between you made him (very reluctantly) pull out of you and roll onto his back. 

As he caught his breath, you stared up at the water-stained ceiling of his room. You couldn’t feel any effects of the upside down lingering within you, like you had now settled back into yourself.

The quiet was unsettling, but it felt wrong to disrupt it any more than necessary. So as sweat cooled on your skin, you reached for the corner of a blanket to tug around your body.

“You okay?” Eddie asked suddenly, staring up at the same water stain as you. 

“Mhmm,” you replied. You were sticky between your thighs— a mix of both of your releases. You needed a shower but couldn’t bring yourself to move. “You?”

“Yeah, I’m… I’m good.”

It went quiet again, and this time you relished in it. If any of it were normal, you’d turn on one of his tapes and try for some post-sex cuddles. But it wasn’t normal, and the familiar wash of regret settled over you. 

“It’s kind of fitting, I guess,” Eddie said, turning on his side to look at you. You blinked at him expectantly with wide eyes until he got the hint and explained. “Things are getting crazy, you know? With everything that’s happening, this could be our last night on Earth.”

You turned to your side and shoved his shoulder— weakly, because all of your energy had been completely sapped out of you. “Don’t be an idiot, Eddie. We’re gonna be fine.”

He smiled in the characteristically mischievous way that always managed to get him off of the hook when it came to you. “Of course we are. But I’m just saying, this was a hell of a way to spend what might be our last night. I’m glad it was with you.”

He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, hesitantly, like he was worried that now that you’d come to your senses you’d push him away. You leaned forward and kissed him back with every ounce of energy you could muster. With each gentle brush of your lips and tongue, you wanted to convey how much you loved him. More than a friend, more than a fuck, but more than just a boyfriend. He was everything. 

“Maybe when this is all over…” you trailed off, sheepish. Your lips brushed his as you spoke. “We can try this again for real. Like, without the weird upside down spores in our system.”

He nodded and kissed your forehead. Really, you should have radioed everyone else by then to let them know you were safe and had gotten through it (while sparing the how). But he just wanted to hold you, and you were content in his arms. 

It might have been his last night on Earth, or maybe he was just being dramatic. But he was slowly convincing himself that ‘86 was definitely his year.

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Souvenirs: Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Based off of this idea from @daughterofautumn

Content warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI) language, snooping, nudes, male masturbation, implied public sex (his van).

“Eddie? What the hell happened?”, you ask, opening the front door for him. You had expected him to pick you up an hour ago, but he had never showed.

He’s absolutely soaked, dripping onto the floor as his sneakers squeak beneath him.

“My van broke down”, he huffs as you shut the door. “Walked all the way here in a fuckin’ downpour.”

You drag him down the hallway, stopping in front of the bathroom door. “I’m going to grab you towels and start the shower, the clothes you forgot last time you slept over are in my dresser.”

Eddie leaves you in the bathroom and continues down the hallway to your room to rifle through your dresser. He throws the top drawer open, searching for his sweatpants and Iron Maiden t-shirt.

He finds his clothes folded neatly towards the top, grabbing them and tucking them under his arm. As he’s reaching for the nob to close the drawer, a stack of Polaroids catch his eye.

The first in the pile is innocent enough, you’re smiling at the camera in a low cut top. The next features a close up of your cleavage, pushed up by your arms holding the camera out to take the photo.

He continues to look through the pictures, treated to the sight of you in a matching black lace lingerie set, slowly being removed with each photo.

“What the fuck?”, he breathes, shuffling through the pile of photographs.

By the last few photos, you’re completely nude, thighs spread to show off your glistening cunt to the camera.

Did you mean for him to see them, or did you forget they were there when you told him to go into your dresser? His head is still spinning when he hears you walking down the hall towards him.

“Did you find them?”, you call.

Eddie practically jumps, scrambling to put the Polaroids back into a neat stack how he found them. He plucks two from the pile and quickly tucks them into his back pocket before shutting the drawer.

“Did you find them?”, you ask again, hip resting on the door jamb to your room.

“Y-yeah”. Eddie spins around, holding the pile of clothes out for you to see. “Found them. I’m going to go”, he gestures past you towards the hallway, “shower”.

You step aside to let him pass, eyeing him when he clears his throat after having accidentally brushed his shoulder against you.

Eddie practically runs to the bathroom, hand reaching for the Polaroids in his back pocket before he even gets the door shut and locked.

He unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down along with his boxers, fist flying over his cock, desperate to cum.

It only takes him a handful of pumps before he’s spurting all over himself, biting his fist to muffle the whimpers he can’t hold back.

He sets the Polaroids on the counter, careful to place them in the pocket of his sweatpants for safe keeping.

Once the rain stops, you drive him back to his van, which thankfully only needs a jump to get running again.

He hugs you goodbye, angling his hips away from you when he feels the heavy press of your breasts against his chest.

The Polaroids burn a hole in his pocket the entire ride home, hands drumming on the steering wheel impatiently.

Eddie nearly sprints into the trailer and down the hallway to his room, slamming the door behind him.

Ripping the Polaroids from his pocket, he pushes down his sweatpants and boxers, kicking them into the corner.

Sitting down on his bed, he reaches over to his bedside table and pumps lotion onto his hand. He wraps it around his erection and starts to pump, spreading the lotion to slick himself up.

He holds the pictures close to get a better look as he fists his cock, thumb tracing the head as he twists his wrist on the upstroke.

In the first picture, your tits are out, nipples hard like you’d been playing with them. One hand is buried under the waistband of your panties, no doubt toying with your clit.

He imagines pushing them together, burying his cock in the valley between your breasts as he paints your chest with his cum.

In the second photo, Eddie’s personal favorite, your black panties are pulled to the side, showing off your pussy. Your clit is red and swollen, lips puffy and shiny with your slick.

He thinks about running the head if his cock up and down your slit, bumping into your clit as you grind down onto him, seeking friction.

The hand on his cock speeds up, moaning when he thinks about all of the sounds he could coax out of you. Maybe you were a screamer, wailing as he pounds into you.

Or better yet, maybe you were shy, quiet sighs and barely-there moans slipping out of you. He would spend every ounce of energy trying to make you lose control and cry out. You'd sound so pretty, split open on his cock, head thrown back as you whimper and beg for him to make you cum.

He doesn’t realize how close he is until the image of you on your knees in front of him, mouth open to take his cum pops into his mind, orgasm blindsiding him.

His cum spurts out onto the photos, quickly cleaned off once he catches his breath so that he doesn’t ruin them.

The clean Polaroids end up sandwiched between the pages of his worn copy of The Hobbit on his bedside table for safe keeping.

The next day at school, an envelope flutters out of Eddie’s locker when he opens it to retrieve his lunchbox, ready to head home for the day.

Inside the envelope he finds the rest of the Polaroids with a note written in your signature girly cursive. It reads: “I know you stole a few of these, you pervert. I took some new ones for you. Enjoy!”

Eddie’s eyes widen, looking around quickly to make sure he’s alone before shuffling through the stack of pictures, finding a handful of new ones.

In these, you’re wearing a pair of red lace panties shoved to the side, one of Eddie’s old Hellfire Club t-shirts hanging off of your shoulder seductively as you bury two fingers into your cunt.

Eddie sputters and slams his locker shut, taking off down the hall to the parking lot.

You don’t make it to your car before he’s dragging you into the back of his van to show you just how much he enjoyed his surprise.

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[poutypanties]

poppy. my head is filled with thoughts and that includes eddie fucking his partner stupid. he knows you’ve had a rough day, frown on and trying your best. after some tlc, he’s fucking you so deep that you’re a mess beneath him.

your legs are up by his shoulders, his hair is blocking any view besides his face, it feels like he’s the only thing to ever exist. your mind is finally going blank and he can see it in your eyes. your body is still a bit stiff, he can tell by the way you’re trying to rub yourself. he tsks you gently when he looks between you two, leaving you a bit perplexed as he moves your hand before cupping your face.

“you cant bully your clit, angel.” he coos, putting one of his thumbs in your mouth as his fingers rest on your jaw, “she’s a shy thing, yeah? not gonna come out and make you feel good if you’re being mean.”

you’re so ditzy on him that you nodded without hesitation, he pulls your hand to his mouth to suck on your fingers, moaning at the taste. your hands glide against the silk skin delicately this time, the remaining tension in your body slowly dissipating.

“that’s it, sweetheart, just gotta be nice to her. you’re always so good for me, gotta be good to you too, right?” he smiles as you mewl against his mouth, finally coming around him.

“there she is, there’s my girl, i’ve got you.”

you are playing me like a fiddle </3

he says it like HE doesn't bully your clit all the time. you're just following his lead, what he always does, but still its not enough. you just wanna cum and eddie thinks your frustration is so fucking adorable. the way your brows furrow and your lips jut out into a pout as you circle your little clit in angry, mean strokes.

you're trying so hard to match his rhythm, the hard slap slap slap of his balls smacking your ass, of his cock fucking into you hard and so so deep. you think if you just press down harder, if you just start pinching it, maybe-

you hear eddie chuckle and then his hand is over yours, dragging your fingers away from your throbbing center. "not so hard, baby" he tells you, kissing you once. he leans up so you both have a clear view of where he's spreading you open, the sight, the petal soft folds of your cunt flared wide to make room for the hard girth of him sliding in and out. the wet sheath around the base of his cock from your cunt makes you clench around him, whining with the need to cum. you need it so, so, so fucking bad. "she needs you to be soft to her, see?"

your bottom lip trembles at the way his deft fingers, much more efficient then your own, much more aware of your body than even you seem to be, reach down. your eyes nearly fall out of your skull at the barely there brush of the pads of two fingers, pressed ever so gently on your trembling little button.

your legs spasm around him, feeling close just by that one brush. "eddie!" you gasp, "please."

"mm." he hums and you nearly sob at the soft way his thumb rubs back and forth over the stiff peak of your clit. your eyes go teary as you look down between your splayed legs to your wet and open sex, being played with so well. "like this. she's trembling for me, look-" he pulls back the fleshy hood of your clit so you can see. sure enough you can see the throb and pulse of your clit as he makes love to it with just his fingertip. "-gotta be kind to this little pussy of yours, yeah? shes a crybaby. try it. "

he pulls his hand away, his hands coming up to grip you by the unders of your thighs, pushing them up your chest, so your cunt widens even more, so you're even more on display. you realize hes tilting you up, tilting you so you can see. see your pussy, have the full view of him gliding in and out, see your throbbing clit.

"that's it." he coaxes when you tentatively reach down to touch yourself. he starts to move again, slower this time, letting you focus. you sigh, happily, as you softly rub just the very pad of your finger over the twitching muscle. your toes curl. "just like that, sweetheart. nice and slow. make yourself feel good on my cock. good girl."

he keeps praising you as he fucks you. "look at that clit, you're gonna cum so hard aren't you, baby? good girl, keep rubbing." and "you're so good. such a soft fucking pussy." and "m'gonna go harder now, okay? gonna use this cunt. just keep touching yourself how i showed you- yeah, baby, fuck." and finally. "cum, make yourself cum right fucking now."

[poutypanties]

Hiii!!! You are so talented I love the way you write, I seriously could read your fics for days. Was hoping I could request something with Eddie where like him and reader have been friends for a long time but recently there’s all this ~tension~ and then the reader catches Eddie touching himself and he thinks he’s alone so he’s moaning her name and all bets are off 🫣🫣 (this is pure filth I’m sorry)

author’s note: i'm sorry to whoever sent this that it took so long, but i finally had the surge of motivation to write it and hope it isn't too bad, so enjoy!

cw: 18+ (minors dni), accidental voyeurism turned non-accidental, masturbation (male), leaded orgasm/orgasm denial, established friendship, they're both so sexually frustrated with each other, this also take place is the woods so it's technically open to the public? but no one's around, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 2.5k

Eddie’s fist hits the table in frustration, chipped wood flying up in protest, the dilapidated picnic table near its last leg on this earth��it was a wonder it could still hold that weight of someone without stalling in half. Eddie sighs heavily, climbing up the seat to plop himself on top, hands moving to rest behind him, helping him stay upright but reclined enough to allow him to relax. 

He couldn’t fucking stand it anymore; the sight of you. 

It seemed arbitrary and petty, but it was becoming a problem. You’d found just about every possible way to get under his skin, pressing all the right buttons to set him off. It hadn’t always been that way either, only recently—one long night at Hellfire, a heated argument that had nothing to do with the actual game and ended up cutting the campaign short. Eddie bid everyone a clipped and dismissive wave that night, shooing them off in annoyance. 

You’ve always been friends, that hadn’t changed, but it didn’t take long for him to notice the small changes; switching up your outfits for something a little more risque, openly flirting with others in front of him—which shouldn’t bother him, but it definitely does. He hates when you ask him for advice, not that he would be much help, but because he doesn’t want to give you semblance of an idea that you should go off and wrap yourself up with someone—not with how desperately he wanted to be with you—he wasn’t sure he’d ever find the courage to tell you that, though. 

Anyways, the night before was what finally set him off—tired of your antics and comments, the subtle, teasing touches you’d leave against his skin in passing—normally you’d sit across from him, several feet away, but you switched with Dustin that night, perched right beside him.

Eddie sat back in his felt throne, fingers talking against the arm of the chair. You knock his foot gently, sending him a warm smile, eyes creasing at the corners. The one he returns is forced, bubbling with annoyance. He was a fuse set to blow and he surely did.

To you, it didn’t make sense. Eddie spent so much time on his music, Hellfire, and everything else that seemed more interesting than you—and sure, it was; but your friendship felt like it had been shifted to the back burner lately. 

It’s part of the reason why you started to branch out, knowing that your advances would never be noticed—Eddie too wrapped up in his own problems that it seemed pointless; he had a lot to deal with and you were the last thing on his mind, or so you thought. 

You both were running in circles when all you needed to do was talk—you were two incredibly stubborn individuals.

He thinks about lighting up the joint tucked behind his ear, wondering if it will ease the anxiety he felt, it still didn’t feel like enough. His legs widen slightly, feet planted on the bench of the table. He half hesitates on the idea of rubbing one out, knowing that it could satiate the running thoughts in his brain if he just tried; allow the cloudy haze of pleasure to wash over him.

Fuck it—no one ever comes out here, anyways. It wasn’t the first time and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

He palms himself over the front of his jeans lightly, soft dick hardening at the touch, almost to full mast after a few long drags of his open hand, head hanging back slightly as he breathed out. 

All he had to do was picture you and he was done for. You were the only thing he pictured anymore, the cheesy porno mags never enough anymore—not after he got caught in your trap, stuck on the idea of you. 

He always pictured you underneath him, sometimes bound by your hands, cuffs pulled tight to keep you from moving, moans loud and desperate as he pounded into you, almost relentless—but sometimes it was slow, and he wondered how you hands would feel wondering his body, allowing you to discover new things about him that you were previously oblivious to; how he liked to be touch or what kinds of noises he made when your hand came to wrap around his dick.

It was all a sick fantasy.

˚ · • . ° .

You didn’t normally come out to Eddie’s spot that often, knowing how he liked to keep the secrecy to his customers and leave prying eyes out of the equation—he didn’t need to end up in prison before graduating. Wayne would surely murder him. 

But, you felt guilty, wanting the pointless arguing and fights to be done—you just wanted your friend back, knowing that was all he’d ever be. You could settle for that, having Eddie in any sense was all that mattered to you.

The wet leaves are like mush underneath your steps, forming around and sticking to your shoes—you figure it’s smarter to be quiet than loud, knowing that there were still students a half a mile away, sure to hear the scream that Eddie would let out if you ran up on him—when you’re finally through the thick brush of trees and stray branches, you spot him.

He’s relaxed, back to you, probably fiddling with the zipper of his denim jacket or twisting at the frayed lace of his shoe—Eddie enjoyed being alone, as much as he surrounded himself with friends at school. 

You hear a small noise, wondering if he’s talking to himself—your steps are timid, almost questioning your own movements as you grow closer. His head falls back, a mess of curls dangling, begging to be tugged at. 

And then he moans—steady and unashamed, but then you hear your name, and that definitely isn’t a trick. You heard it, you saw the way his lips curled around the word. He shifts further and you can see the way he’s tugging at himself, bare dick in his hands, caught in small wordless gasp as his thumb swipes against the underside of his cock, dragging slowly over the tip. 

You gasp involuntarily, hand clasping over your mouth in shock. Eddie scrambled at the noise, fear of being caught finally coming true, his heart palpated in panic, the tinge of pain evident as he turned to look behind him, dark eyes falling on you.

Of course—out of everyone, it had to be you. 

“Fuck—“ He sounds wrecked, it should turn you on as much as it does, legs clenching together slightly, “what the hell are you doing out here?”

His words come out like venom, clenched teeth and tense jaw. He was still upset, clearly. This was a mistake. You stutter for a response, still trying to process what was happening.

Eddie hadn’t even made much of an attempt to move, hand barely covering himself, not a single try at making himself decent—he’s just staring, waiting for an answer.

“I—I came to apologize,” You offer weakly, “But, I mean—clearly you aren’t mad anymore—“

He’d said your name, you think. You weren’t hallucinating.

“So, what, you like sneaking up on people now?”

Your brows furrow in annoyance, “What? No. You’re the one jerking off in the middle of the fucking woods—you want to talk about that?”

Eddie pulls back at your words, watching you as you take several steps near him, far too close for comfort, not with his dick still heavy in his hands.

“Needed to let off some steam,” He offers weakly, trying to seem dismissive, “how much did you see?”

All of it.

“Enough,” You tell him, eyes glancing toward where his hands covered himself, wondering why you were the name that left his mouth as he felt himself up, the boldness overtakes you, the chance to tease him even further was too good of an opportunity to pass up, “you do that often?”

“What?”

“Think about me?” You laugh softly at the idea, but Eddie doesn’t appreciate it.

It wasn’t a joke to him.

“You askin’ me to be honest with you?”

You nod confidently, arms crossed over your chest. 

“All the time.” He admits—and it feels good to admit that, tired of forcing it down all the time.

You don’t know what to say, eyes caught between his heated gaze and the hands covering his noticeable hard dick, still having not let up—if anything, it was worse.

“Well—are you just gonna keep standing there?” Eddie asks with an amused look, the edge of his mouth pulling upwards in a smirk. “Or, do you wanna help?”

“What?”

“That’s why you’re still standing there, isn’t it?”

And it was a good fucking question—but, you knew exactly why. As shameful as it felt, you wanted him to continue; you wanted to watch him fall apart to the idea of you, your name falling from his lips one more time. 

“That’s what I thought,” Eddie chides, taking note of the way your eyes connect with his, a silent confirmation that you wanted this just as badly as he did, “come here.”

He nods to the area next time and your feet move faster than you can process, nearly scrambling to his side. 

“You just wanna watch?” He asks softly, “Or?”

Touch me—he can’t bring himself to say the words, afraid that he might be dreaming this. 

“Can I?” You ask timidly, hand coming up to rest against his inner thigh, his hands rubbing against his stiff erection.

He nods furiously, moving his own hands to allow yours to take over—he’s warm and heavy in your hands, your fingers wrapping around the width of him and pulling a few times.

You’ve only done this a few times, still, it felt odd. You weren’t sure what he liked or what he wanted, he wasn’t very vocal—at the moment, at least. 

“Like this,” He instructs, realizing your hesitation. His large hand wraps around your own, setting a steady, tight pace against his cock, tugging at the length of his dick in earnest. He sighs outwardly, head falling back once again. His chest heaves, neck reddening in a deep blush, “fuck—yeah, that’s it.”

Selfishly, you really wanted to just watch—watch him fall apart by his own doing, like he originally planned to. He notices the perplexed look on your face, so mesmerized by his hand working against your own, joints flexing underneath the skin. 

“What’s wrong?” He forced out, eyes half lidded as he looked over at you. “Do you want to stop?”

You shake your head honestly, letting the words fall from your lips quietly, “I—I do wanna watch you.”

“Like, you wanna watch me jerk off?” The absurdity of the question has him chuckling into his fist, allowing you to pull your own hand away. “Really?”

He wasn’t judging—definitely not. He was the last person on earth to ever think about doing that. 

“Yeah,” You say timidly, “Just…act like I'm not here, you know?”

“I don’t think that’s possible, sweetheart.” He says endearingly, hands returning to his own dick instinctively, begging to ease that ache. “But, I’ll try.” 

You watch eagerly, enraptured at how easily he falls back into a rhythm, licking at the palm of his hand to allow for an easy glide of his hand, the friction almost overwhelming as he continues his movements, eyes falling shut.

“Fuck—“ He curses, a small grunt slipping out in weakness, eyes squeezing shut as he squeezes harder, tugging himself at a quick, hurried pace—allowing himself to reach the edge, nearly, before squeezing the base of himself, cutting the feeling short, “—sorry, this is kinda new to me.”

“What?”

“Being watched,” He points out, eyes opening to connect with yours. It has his dick twitching in his hands, sending a pulse straight to your cunt, “it’s not bad, though.”

If you weren't so ashamed for watching, you’d join him—but, this was for him; a punishment, even, for being so difficult with you all the time. 

“Wanna try something?” Eddie asks curiously, voice strained. 

You nod nervously, wondering where his wild brain was attempting to take this.

“Tell me when to stop and I will, it doesn't matter if I’m about to come or not.” He instructs, “I’ll listen to you.”

“Oh—okay,” You answered hesitantly, watching as he continued at a slow place, listening for your voice, “sped up—a little.”

He laughs softly, the swift tugs at his dick as he squeezes gently at the head forcing desperate noises to fall from his mouth, something you thought you’d never have the chance to hear.

It’s glorious. 

After a while, you perk up, “Faster,” You say quietly, and he obeys immediately, working himself over quickly, his chest rising and falling rapidly, shirt rising up to show the soft, smooth expanse of his lower stomach and the soft patch of hair that led to his groin—you want to reach out and touch him, it’s almost instinctual. Eddie whines on a particular flick of his wrist, mouth open in a deep groan as he almost allows himself that release, only for you to stop him dead in his tracks again, “Stop.” Your voice is steady, surprising both of you.

Eddie laughs in anguish, “I knew you’d be into this,” He teases, his hooded gaze catching your own, “dunno how much longer I can listen, though—really wanna come, sweetheart.”

You reach forward to squeeze gently at his arm, indulging in the earlier thought of wanting to touch him—there was no time like now, letting your hand slide over the expanse of his stomach, feeling the muscle flex against your hand. He watched carefully, eyes stuck on the movement of your hand.

It’s your touch that sets him off, the soft lilt of your voice as you whisper into his ear, “Then come.” You tell him.

And he does, too quickly, tugging at his dick until he’s spilling over his hand and against his stomach, and in turn, your own hand, as you couldn’t be bothered to move—too mesmerized by his face as he reaches his release. His teeth grit together, eyes struggling to stay open as his orgasm hits him hard and intense, worse than he’s ever felt before. He moans out, nearly convulsing at the peak of it all, panting deeply on the descent back down, laughing exasperatingly. 

“Jesus Christ,” He sighs tiredly, motioning to the handkerchief in his back pocket, “you mind?”

You laugh quietly, pulling at the small square of material stuffed in his back pocket to hand over, letting him carefully clean up the mess that covered your fingers—a little too lovingly, lingering on the casual touches of his fingers dragging against your own—you weren’t sure why that was what felt the most intimate out of all this. 

“So, are you still mad at me?” He asks curiously, knowing the perfect remedy to breaking the tension. “Because if you are, this is pretty awkward.”

“Depends.” You respond teasingly.

“On?”

“If we get to do that again.”

Eddie smiles wide, allowing himself to look somewhat presentable again, tugging at his zipper as he buttoned his pants back up. “You free this weekend then?”

You nod furiously.

“Good,” His smile turns devilish, like he’s on to something, “You're next.”

[poutypanties]

what about Eddie squeezing readers ass as she rides him :(

i keep on seeing people saying eddie is a boob man or an ass man but he's just a man man with a dick who loves boobies and butts. but he will, squeeze your ass whenever you ride him.

your walls are warm and wet and tight, just snug around his cock, sliding yourself up and down, occasionally grinding onto him to gather up all the energy you exerted, being so determined to fuck him pussy drunk and you succeeded— he's babbling on and on about how amazing your cunt is.

"oh my fucking god," he moans, throwing his head back on the couch. your lifting your ass, slamming yourself down to him, legs spread open by his hands so he'd take a glimpse of your cunt sucking his cock in. there's a puddle right on his bush, his happy trail glistening by your slick that drips down onto your thighs, your clit engorged after you'd sat on his face and he fucked you with his tongue until you gushed and gushed.

he moves his hands away from your knees to trace the slope of your back, your tits bouncing at his face and your eyes rolling to the back of your head every time his head would hit deep inside you. then he's gripping the fat flesh of your ass with the energy that's left, spreading them apart, imagining how your puckered little rim would gape at every impact of your ass on his thighs and your cunt on his heavy balls.

you rub your own clit and he almost loses it; when you clench around him, suctioning him inside of you, you could stand up and his dick would stay inside. it's morbid, it's grotesque, but he's pussy drunk and he's all "god, your pussy's amazing. 'm gonna cum if you keep fucking riding me like that—shit, yeah."

and since he's so filthy, he'd take your slick from your cunt, gathering it in his thumb so he could play with your asshole, circling around the tight rim until he pushes it in, your mewls and sobs getting louder and lewder.

[poutypanties]

Study Buddy

Summary: If you try, you could blame all of this on Ms O’Donnell. 

See, she had been the one to assign you and Eddie as lab partners. Yes, you’re fully aware she’d never meant to play matchmaker about it…but here you are.  In his bedroom. 

(You and Eddie Munson are study buddies. At least, that’s how things started.)

Word count: 4,800

Warnings: 18+, smut is below, fingering, vaginal intercourse

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[poutypanties]

made for lovin' you || e.m.

summary → after years of silently pining for your best friend, you finally accept a date at your favorite dive bar. but things never go as planned, do they? alternatively, jealous eddie, too many whiskey shots, and a friendship shattering, almost confession that leads to some delicious smut.

word count → 5.9K (yeah, yeah, i'm a wordy bitch, idk what to tell y'all).

warnings → insufferable pining (a real idiots to lovers), cursing, fucking in the back of eddie's van, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, please!), squirting, daddy kink.

extras → don't really have an excuse of this other than i'm entirely whipped by this man. as always, please give me some feedback! comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated and the askbox is open for requests!

“i literally have nothing to wear.” you protest, for what feels like the hundredth time, sighing heavily with disappointment.

still, you continue shuffling through your rather small selection of clothing, grimacing at the apparent lack of options whilst hoping something suitable will magically manifest itself.

“then don’t go.” eddie immediately suggests, half-chuckling. you brush his comment off with a roll of your eyes, trying instead to focus on putting together a semi-decent outfit. 

to say that eddie had been uncharacteristically awkward lately was, in fact, the understatement of the century. the shift in his behavior had began shortly after you agreed to go on a date with none other that jason carver’s right hand man, andy.

from the moment you’d accepted the invitation, eddie had come up with an impressive amount of reasons as to why you had to cancel - it was dumb to start a relationship with graduation just around the corner, andy would undoubtedly try to take advantage of you, and maybe this was all just a mean prank concocted by jason and the entirety of the basketball team.

in turn, you’d done a pretty decent job refuting each and every one of his incessant pleas to bail, somehow managing to produce reasonable, well-thought out rebuttals. but a small fraction of your mind couldn’t help but wonder if there was an ulterior motive behind eddie’s seemingly legitimate concerns.

could it be that eddie was jealous? that the thought of you with another man frustrated him? just as quickly as you had begun to contemplate the idea, you shoved the thoughts to the back of your mind, rationalizing that he was simply being an overprotective best friend. besides, now was certainly not the time to contemplate your rather confusing relationship with eddie.

“oh my god!” you gasped excitedly, a face-splitting grin forming on your lips. you'd finally found your long-lost, favorite pair of leopard pants tossed just behind your laundry hamper.

“what happened?” eddie queried at your sudden excitement. 

“i know what i’m gonna wear!” you giggled, collecting a few additional items from your closet. “i’ll be right back!” you added, hurriedly exiting your bedroom.

the trailer you shared with your mother was similar to eddie's and, arguably, far too small for the pair of you. the bathroom, of course, was no different. you shuffled into it sideways, leaning back to shut the door and making quick work of removing your clothes in the cramped space. as you shrugged out of the oversized metallica shirt that hung from your shoulders, you silently wondered where you’d acquired it from, though you were almost certain you’d stolen it from eddie the last time you'd helped him with his laundry.

you quickly slipped into your pants, before tugging on one of your all time favorite belts. you proceeded to squeeze into the only push-up bra you owned and slid into a cropped, black tank top. you took a moment, then, to touch up your makeup - you reapplied some powder, refreshed your black liner, and swiped on mascara. you ultimately decided on a deep, crimson red lipstick, applying it carefully onto your lips. satisfied with your appearance, you head back to your bedroom.

“well, what do ya think?” you ask, hands fidgeting behind your back.

eddie sits at the very edge of your unmade bed, leaning forward and resting his head between his hands. at the sound of your voice, he perks up and takes a moment to inspect your outfit.

his big, doe eyes somehow look larger than ever as he takes in your appearance, slowly raking over every curve and indent of your body. he notes that you’ve opted for an outfit that accentuates your curves, a noticeable shift from your usual repertoire of oversized band tees and hoodies.

you're clad a cropped, black AC/DC tank top that displays a considerable amount of cleavage and skin tight leopard pants that hug your hips and ass firmly. the ornate chain belt you’ve chosen draws attention to your snatched waist as well as your exposed midriff. eddie swallows thickly before meeting your eyes once again. 

“you tryin’ to get laid tonight?” the question falls from his lips teasingly, as he effortlessly shifts back to his usual, flirty persona. “cuz you look good enough to eat.” he adds with a mischievous smirk. 

“yeah, yeah, keep it in your pants, munson.” you joke in response, actively choosing to ignore the butterflies that have formed in the pit of your stomach.

you watch as eddie pushes up onto his feet, easily towering over you as he closes the distance between you, substantially. you look up at him, swallowing back the faint desire to kiss him, silently wondering why you had agreed to this stupid date in the first place.

“i'm gonna give you a ride,” he doesn’t give you the opportunity to decline, “there’s no way i'm letting you get in a cab lookin’ this good.” he adds. 

your relationship with eddie was confusing and nearly impossible to describe, especially in moments like these - caught somewhere between friendly teasing and aggressive flirting. in fact, it'd been this way for as long as you could remember. you definitely weren't dating nor were you lovers, but calling him just a friend felt utterly and completely insufficient.

neither of you ever really acknowledged or discussed the odd dynamic you shared, choosing instead to remain in an uncomfortable in-between; a perpetual game of "will they, won't they" that drove everyone that had the misfortune of being around you absolutely insane.

and, to be perfectly frank, that’s likely why you had accepted such a random date invitation. you were tired, exhausted even, of pining after eddie, year after year, to no avail. graduation was indeed just around the corner, and after giving eddie what felt like plenty of opportunities to make a move, you’d grown incredibly frustrated. you were convinced he did not reciprocate your feelings and that it was finally time to move on. 

“whatever you say...” you wink, turning on your heel and heading toward the front door. 

eddie watches as you shuffle through the living room, shrugging into a cropped leather jacket he’s sure belongs to your mother. he’s entirely mesmerized by the sway of your hips, inhaling sharply as you bend at the waist to slip into a pair of black platform boots. the position gives him a fantastic view of your ass, one that will no doubt remain etched in his memory for the weeks come. he coughs to shove down the heat that rises up his neck, cramming his hands into the pockets of his jeans to keep himself from reaching for you.

“ready?” you smile, looking back to find eddie already looking at you.

there’s an expression strewn across his features that you can’t quite decipher.

“uh, yeah, let’s go.” 

the walk to eddie's trailer takes less than a minute, his beat-up van parked crookedly as always. you smile, happy not only to save yourself a cab fare but also to spend a little extra time with eddie. no doubt, his familiar and comforting presence will work to steady your ever increasing nerves. 

you both slide into the van with practiced familiarity, a pleasant silence forming between you. as eddie pulls out of the trailer park, you’re already skimming through the expansive music selection nestled in the glove compartment. you easily find the mixtape you’re searching for, one you’d made for him on his birthday a few months ago, handing it over with a pretty please. though eddie’s eyes remain trained on the road ahead, he obliges, taking the tape and slotting it into the player.

the ride to downtown isn’t particularly long but eddie still manages to drag it out as much as he possibly can without drawing suspicion. he drives just under the speed limit, braking as soon as he spots a yellow light, and taking his time at every turn and speed bump. you're entirely unaware, focused instead on adjusting your hair, humming along to the music, and observing the passing scenery. eddie side-eyes you casually, enthralled by your beauty, struggling to formulate a single, believable excuse to turn the car around.

much to his dismay, eddie comes up with nothing, left with no choice but to pull into the dingy parking lot behind the hideout. it's a shitty little dive bar, favored by the older teens of hawkins for its lack of supervision. simply put, as long as you looked of age, ID checks were omitted all together. you had eagerly agreed to meet andy here for your date, the prospect of a couple free drinks and some dancing at your favorite bar enticing you. 

as the engine comes to a stop, you realize you’re about fifteen minutes early. eddie hopes you'll wait with him in the car, giving him a few extra moments to come up with something to say. instead, he finds himself cursing internally as he watches you unbuckle and start exiting the van.

“thanks for the ride, munson!” you smile widely, an air of excitement radiating off you. 

“anytime, princess.” eddie responds, matching your smile weakly. “keep an eye on your drinks. and be safe!” he urges.

“always am!” you remind him, giving him a small wave and making your way toward the bar’s entrance. 

what little nerves you’d felt up to this point increase tenfold as you enter the hideout, hands suddenly clammy and hot. you look around to see if andy has arrived and, much to your relief, he has not. this gives you an opportunity to get yourself settled and pound a few drinks to calm your nerves. 

you survey the seated bar area, opting to claim two seats at the very corner, with an excellent vantage point of the entire bar. lloyd, the sole bartender on friday evenings, approaches you with a gentle smile. he's middle aged and incredibly kind, happy to see a familiar face.

“why hello there, pretty lady.” he greets you, as he always does, placing two coasters onto the wooden bar. “i'm assuming you're waitin' for someone?” he adds, motioning to the empty stool you've positioned beside you.

you nod.

“i've got a date.” you explain, wiggling your brows excitedly. lloyd chuckles.

"well, i can't wait to meet the lucky fella.” he grins. “shall i get you the usual while you wait?”

"yes please!" you smile.

by the time lloyd asks if you want a refill, it’s 9:17 PM and andy still hasn't arrived.

and, while there’s slight pity in his tone, lloyd remains as sweet and attentive as ever. he reassures you that he’ll bring you as many refills as you’d like and even goes as far as to offer you a plate of nachos, free of charge. you politely decline, rationalizing to yourself that basketball practice probably ran late and that andy would arrive at any moment. after all, he was only running seventeen minutes behind. and though lloyd nods in agreement, you can’t help the total humiliation you feel. 

each minute feels god damn near eternal, ticking by slowly and tauntingly. your nerves and excitement steadily morph into a sinking feeling that you’ve been stood up. 

it had all felt too good to be true - a conventionally attractive jock asking you out, whilst you were clad in a hellfire club t-shirt and sat next to the recently acquitted murder suspect and town pariah, eddie munson, who you happened to call your best friend.

still, you had agreed to the date, undoubtedly encouraged to do so both by your high consumption of cheesy rom-coms and the burning desire to finally get over eddie. your thoughts spiral, uncontrollably, as you remember how hard eddie had tried to dissuade from this date. you realize, suddenly, he’d been trying to protect you from precisely this outcome.

by 9:32 PM, you shamefully begin collecting your belongings and tossing some cash onto the bar, when you’re interrupted by a familiar voice.

“sorry i’m late, sweetheart.” eddie makes a big show of apologizing, his voice loud enough for everyone in a considerable distance from you to hear.

actually, you’re sure the entire bar hears.

“eddie…” though you're surprised by his sudden appearance, you can’t help the smile of relief that moves across your lips as you look up to meet his eyes. you take him in, fully, noticing he’s shed his earlier casual look for one that’s a little more dressed up.

he's clad in a deep burgundy button up, which remains undone dangerously low, revealing much of his pale, tattooed chest. it's tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans that cling to him in all the right ways. he's topped off the look with his usual worn out leather jacket, matching black leather boots, and his signature silver rings. you finally manage to tear your gaze away from his body and meet his eyes. 

“like what you see?” he teases, with a wiggle of his brows as he slides into the stool beside yours. he casually wraps his arm around the back of your stool and you unconsciously lean into him, happy to feel the warmth radiating from his frame. 

“you know i do.” you manage to tease back, licking your lips as you speak. “will do a shot with me?” you add, looking up at him through your lashes. you do your best to look adorable, pouting your lip in the way you always do when you want something.

“whatever ya want, princess.” eddie is smiling, radiantly, and calling over lloyd. 

one shot turns into several. you find yourself happily wrapped in eddie’s arms, swaying rhythmically on the makeshift dance floor in the center of the bar.

eddie's massive hands are warm on your waist, guiding you with ease to the beat that reverberates from the massive speakers. in turn, your arms are wrapped around his neck, fingers absentmindedly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. while you’re certainly not drunk, there’s a noticeable, warm buzz thrumming through your body, one that’s gently dulled the ache of having been stood up. though, you suppose that eddie also had something to do with it.

“how’d ya know i got stood up?” you ask curiously, realizing that eddie had arrived out of the blue, with near impeccable timing.

“what do you mean?” he looks down at you with confusion. you roll your eyes. 

“you showed up without me calling,” you explain, “so i’m wondering how you knew andy never showed." 

“ah,” eddie pauses, he hesitates, briefly, “i actually had no idea you’d been stood up.” your curiosity quickly turns to confusion.

“then why did you show up?” 

there’s a brief, noticeable lull in the conversation as eddie quietly contemplates his response. you feel him tug you closer, his gaze meeting yours almost sheepishly. 

“i was fully intending on crashing your date.” he confesses, voice nearly a whisper. “had a whole speech and everything.” 

“you were gonna crash my date?” your mind is suddenly racing, heart beating faster and faster with each word. “why?”

eddie sighs heavily, wondering how you could be so impossibly oblivious. what little courage he’d managed to muster up until this point begins to leave his body, abruptly so. he stops swaying, stilling the both of you. his hands remain firmly on your waist as his bottom lip tugs between his teeth. 

“don’t make me say it.” eddie pleas, softly, eyes wide and affectionate. “you know why.” he tries, leaning impossibly closer, his lips mere centimeters from your own.

his eyes remain trained on yours, a faint smile across his features as he lovingly watches the gears turning in your mind. 

oh. 

oh. 

the realization hits you like a ton of bricks, knocking the very air out of your lungs. it happening. it's finally, fucking happening.

eddie doesn't give you much time to contemplate or process what he's essentially almost confessed, instead, he's pressing his lips tentatively against your own. his movements are gentle and unsure, almost as if he's testing the limits. but his lips, god, his lips - they're soft and plush, yet still firm as they press into yours.

you hesitate, only momentarily, as your brain short-circuits. all the while, eddie's grinning against your lips, using your surprise to his advantage. he takes the lead, with confident ease, using the opportunity to find his way past your lips. his tongue is warm as it teasingly drags against yours, his slender fingers pressing and exploring the exposed skin of your midriff.

you're breathless, trying to keep up with eddie, using your hands to find purchase in his frizzy, messy curls. eddie grunts as you tug, delving into your mouth with such fervor it's as if you're the very source of oxygen keeping him alive. a low moan escapes you as his hands move to your ass, only to be interrupted by lloyd's disgruntled voice.

"ay! ay! lovebirds!" lloyd shouts, instantly catching your attention. you break apart, managing to steal a glance at eddie as you do - he's all smiles and sparkling eyes. meanwhile, you can feel yourself turning several shades of cartoonish red that feel humanly impossible.

"yeah?" eddie chuckles, nervously shifting his weight between the balls of his feet. he keeps an arm around your waist, holding you to his side.

"as happy as i am to finally see you two together," lloyd confesses fondly, motioning between you, "let's keep it family friendly, yeah?"

you snort, left hand shooting up to your mouth in a vain attempt to hold back your laughter. eddie's just as giddy, a ball of energy, practically vibrating beside you, waiting to explode.

"my bad, lloyd!" you try, offering him the most innocent smile you can manage. eddie watches you with nothing but adoration as you wave a hand apologetically in lloyd's direction.

"yeah, we were just about to head out, actually." eddie announces, smiling like a bumbling idiot. he's quick to take your hand, intertwining your fingers effortlessly, as he guides you toward the bar.

without so much as another word, eddie is tossing several bills down onto the bar and gathering your belongings. you follow suit, mindlessly so, entirely enthralled by his presence. even now, as he's half-rushing you out the door, eyes as wild as his hair, there's a radiance about him that sends butterflies bursting through your stomach.

"slow down!" you giggle, half-stumbling over your feet as you trail behind eddie. he's eagerly making a beeline for the van, turning back and smiling at you in a way that makes it impossible to be mad at him.

"slow down?" eddie repeats in disbelief, as if you've just asked him the most ridiculous question he's ever heard. "i've been wanting to kiss you for as long as i can remember, y/n," he confesses, nearly out of breath, "gonna need more."

for a second time that evening, eddie's words have left you completely and utterly speechless. he ushers you carefully into the back of his van, shutting the doors behind himself, and climbing over your form. you fall back onto a disarray of discarded clothing and blankets strewn about, leaning back onto your elbows to really look at him. he hovers, briefly, almost as if awaiting permission.

"think i've been waiting just as long, eddie." you admit, like a blushing school girl.

eddie's smiling as you're speaking, chuckling before he's closing the space between you. his movements are deliberate, now, as he presses against you in a bruising kiss that sends electricity shooting through both your bodies. it's all tongue and teeth, with clumsy hands eagerly exploring new territory. your legs wrap around his waist as he slots himself between them, his mouth moving past your lips. he kisses your skin as he descends down the line of your jaw and settles at the crook of your neck.

the sounds that leave your mouth are sinful, shit, they're down right poronographic, and eddie can't get enough. he attaches himself to your neck, sucking, nibbling, and marking your skin with love bites and bruises. your nails dig into his shoulder blades and he can't help but rut himself against you, his erection growing with each moan and whimper he's able to draw from your lips.

"eddie..." you're gasping for breath, completely and unabashedly wrecked.

if it were anyone else, you'd be ashamed of how desperate you sound. but it's you, and it's eddie, and it's years of pinning and wishing and hoping finally coming to fruition.

"don't worry, i gotcha, princess." eddie promises against your abused skin, making his way back up to your lips.

eddie kisses you with a sense of urgency that has you absolutely buzzing, your body arching up into his, begging for more. he steadies you with shaky hands, his movements revealing he's just as desperate as you feel. his chest is rising and falling rapidly with ragged breaths, his warm, inviting pupils blown wide with lust.

every touch, every kiss, every sensation is far better than any dream or fantasy your imagination has concocted over the years. and by the way eddie's erection remains firmly pressed into your inner thigh, you know the sentiment is mutual. he unexpectedly pulls back, fully separating your bodies, and taking a brief moment to commit you to memory. he sits back on his heels, frantically pushing the hair out of his eyes to carefully observe you.

you're a complete mess - red lipstick and runny mascara smeared across your skin, lips swollen and wet from kissing. your hair is sprawled around you, like a makeshift crown of sorts, chest heaving with broken breathing. eddie decides, then and there, that you are the most beautiful person he has ever had the privilege of knowing.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you're hyper-aware of his gaze, the way his eyes move up and down your body.

"because i'm so fucking in love with you." eddie concedes, with a playful chuckle and goofy grin across his lips. you're positive your heart finally bursts at his words, a face-splitting grin moves across your lips.

"do remember freshman year, when i confessed i liked the beatles and you learned hey jude because it was my favorite song?" your question catches him entirely off-guard, yet he nods, remembering all too well. "that's when i knew i was in love with you. still am. not sure why i agreed to this date." you ramble, hiding your face behind your hands.

eddie is quick to remove them, pecking kisses across your cheeks, down your nose, and onto your lips. these kisses are different than before, playful and immature. he's smiling as he continues the attack on your face, eyes gleaming in a way you'd never seen before.

"this isn't ideal," eddie hesitates, nervous and unsure. "we're in the back of my shitty van, it smells like weed and my dirty laundry, and we've been sucking face like horny teenagers." he pauses, briefly, as you both laugh. "but i mean it, y/n." he struggles to repeat his earlier confession, but quickly realizes he doesn't have to. not when you're smiling up at him, nodding with a knowing expression.

"i know, eds." you reassure him, reaching up to caress his face in an affectionate gesture. he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. "but if you don't fuck me soon, i'm gonna think you're lying and ask andy out on a second date." you add, playful as ever.

"jesus fucking christ, y/n!" eddie's grunting and laughing, already leaning into you. "you're gonna be the death of me."

you watch, eagerly and without protest, as eddie positions himself comfortably between your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. his hands find you like pulling magnets, holding you tightly and tugging you into him as he finally reunites your lips.

you both move frantically, now, having finally acknowledged the unspoken feelings between you. and eddie becomes a man possessed, his tongue delving into your mouth, exploring and asserting dominance with ease. he begins dry humping you in earnest, his thrusts matching the rhythm of lips.

"eddie," you moan, "please." you hands tug as his shirt as you grind your hips up to meet each of his thrusts.

it's entirely embarrassing to contemplate, but you're absolutely soaked, cunt clenching around nothing as you move in perfect tandem with eddie, chasing the pleasure that begins to invade your senses.

"please, what?" he hums against your lips, expertly guiding your movements.

despite the layers of clothing separating you, eddie's cock somehow manages to catch your clit with each thrust. your head involuntarily lulls back, eyes fluttering closed as eddie gradually increases the speed of his thrusts.

"tell me what you need, baby girl." he instructs, watching hungrily as your expression contorts in pleasure. the sounds and expressions you make are so much better than anything he's ever imagined and he hasn't even made you cum yet.

"please..." you repeat, again and again, like a broken prayer, unable to form a coherent response. you figure he'll understand, leaning forward to find his lips.

instead, eddie quickly and harshly tugs you back by the hair, looking down at you with a dimpled smirk that sends waves of anticipation and arousal coursing through your frame.

"use your words, princess." eddie tuts, licking his lips as he halts his movements all together.

you whine as he holds you in place, entirely still, audibly protesting as he hovers above you. the sudden lack of contact is unbearably sobering and you find yourself trying to grind back up into him. he only chuckles, holding you in place with ease, watching you expectantly. his hands are firm against your waist, powerful even, and you're positive you'll have marks in the morning. the thought thrills you.

"no more until you use your words, pretty girl." eddie insists. "you gotta tell me what you need."

"need you to touch me." you're gasping as you speak, struggling against eddie's unrelenting grip. he smirks. "need you to fuck me, eds."

the way you say his name, so fucking wrecked, the way you look up at him, with lust-blown eyes, it's all too much.

finally, and much to your relief, eddies relents and resumes kissing you. he shifts his attention, however, nestling himself between your legs and kissing his way down your body. you're practically writhing beneath him, hands carding through his curls, trying to gain purchase.

"eds, baby, please." you whine as his mouth latches onto the skin just beside your navel, sucking and biting hungrily. his nimble fingers make quick work of your chain belt, finding the waistband of your pants and tugging impatiently.

"up." eddie grunts, tapping your hips. you oblige, leaning back onto your shoulder blades so that he can remove your pants. "are you fucking kidding me?" eddie groans in lustful disbelief at realization that you're not wearing any panties. he very nearly creams himself as he rips the leopard pants off your body and tosses the offending material aside with little care.

before you can fully comprehend what's happening, eddie is alternating between kissing your inner thighs and dragging his tongue slowly over your heated skin. you're jerking at the sensation, tugging his hair impatiently, trying to keep what little of your sanity you have left.

"oh my god..." you breathe, brokenly, as eddie presses his thumb experimentally against your clit. he circles the bundle of nerves slowly, mouth still working up and down your thighs, as he sets an unforgiving pace.

"can i taste you?" he looks up at you with those big doe eyes, licking his lips in what can only be described as hunger. you're nodding, furiously, because you don't trust your voice.

eddie finally dips down and laps at your folds, tongue hot and heavy as it teases your hole. he showers you with affection, kissing and sucking every inch of your pussy as his index finger pushes into you. he finally wraps his lips around your clit, sucking the nub deliciously, and pushes a second finger into you.

you're sliding your fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots, knees buckling as you grow weaker with each of his movements. he reads you like a book, alternating between lapping at your hole and sucking your clit, curling and scissoring his fingers expertly inside you, pushing you steadily toward orgasm. you're so incredibly worked up you're practically vibrating around his fingers, walls clenching and contracting.

eddie's fingers are dragging inside you, pushing and pulling all at once, steadily firm with pressure. he bends and pushes them down just right, working tirelessly to help you climax. in turn, you've lost all sense of your surroundings, repeating his name like mantra, over and over, nearly choking.

"eddie, eds, i'm so close..." you manage, tears brimming your eyes as your stomach tightens with familiar pressure.

eddie doesn't back off, no, instead, he's increasing his pace. his swollen lips drag over your folds as he alternates between wrapping himself around your clit and showing love to your entrance. you're hips move of their own accord, riding his tongue, thighs wrapping tightly around his head.

you climax, screaming eddie's name loud enough to wake the dead. his hands on your waist are the only thing grounding you in reality, a firm reminder this isn't all some incredibly vivid daydream. your body is limp and entirely overwhelmed, head rolling back and eyes fluttering closed. eddie watches your thighs, still shaking, as he laps up the remnants of your orgasm.

"god fucking damn it," you chuckle, "that was the best orgasm of my life." eddie smirks, entirely satisfied with how thoroughly he's made you fall apart.

"best orgasm of your life?" eddie repeats, chin and mouth glistening with a mixture of your arousal and climax. he's never looked hotter.

you reach out for eddie, despite the exhaustion you feel, palming his erection through the fabric of his jeans. you're applying just the right amount of pressure to the underside of his cock and eddie's twitching, rutting and thrusting against your hand, taking any relief he can get from you.

"still need you to fuck me, eds." you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.

there's a shift in the atmosphere, the air thick with anticipation.

eddie's nodding mindlessly, hands fumbling awkwardly with his belt and jeans. you giggle as you help him, tugging the material and aiding him as he kicks off his boots, followed by his jeans, and briefs. a small gasp falls form your lips at the sight of eddie's unclothed cock, long and hard, slightly curved to the left.

"you ready for me, baby girl?" eddie smiles down at you, gently. you're absolutely beaming in post-orgasm glow, nodding eagerly.

eddie leans down and finds you lips yet again, taking you in a gentle and passionate kiss. as his tongue explores your mouth, he drags the head of his dick up and down your soaking folds, collecting as much slick as he can before he's pushing against your entrance. you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him as close as you can, legs wrapping around his waist.

a guttural moan leaves the both of you as eddie begins sliding into you, his thick, hard length dragging deliciously deeper and deeper into you. despite your previous climax, your walls still struggle to take him in, stretching to accept his impressive size.

"god, you feel so fucking good." eddie emphasizes, his voice almost unrecognizable, deep and destroyed. he stills himself, once he's at the hilt, giving your body an opportunity to adjust.

you're grateful for the reprieve he offers you, shakily breathing through the dull pain, inhaling and exhaling as your body gets used to the feeling of eddie inside you. he's buried himself in the crook of your neck, cursing against your skin, throbbing inside you.

"you okay, y/n?" eddie asks, you grind your hips up in response.

"eddie, move, please."

eddie, ever the gentleman, obliges, setting a slow, passionate pace. his thrusts are gentle and loving, every inch of his cock deliberate and calculated. and while his pace is slow, it's powerful nonetheless. the finesse of his hips has you moaning, creating tight knots in the pit of your stomach once more.

"faster, need you to move faster." you beg, chasing the feeling of pleasure that crashes through you.

"i gotcha, y/n, i gotcha." eddie hums, increasing both the speed and force of his thrusts.

the van shakes at eddie's sheer force, the windows fogged, air humid. his hips are relentless, the sound of your slick folds and his balls slapping against your cunt intermingling and resounding loudly all around you. your body reacts favorably to the new pace, convulsing with sheer ecstasy. eddie's grunting and cursing as your pussy sucks him in, swallowing him whole with each thrust and contracting around him. he's driving you back with each thrust, the top of your head making repeated contact with the center console between the driver and passenger seats.

"i'm getting close..." you moan, nails digging into eddie's shoulder blades.

"don't cum until i fucking tell you," eddie commands, finding your gaze, "wait for daddy."

that word, so filthy and dirty, falling from eddie's swollen, bruised lips, as he's balls deep inside you, sends you into overdrive. you're silently talking yourself down, gripping onto eddie, forcefully trying to keep yourself from climaxing. eddie, in turn, only grows more unhinged, chasing his own high, hitching your right leg onto his left shoulder.

"almost there, baby girl, i'm close." eddie reassures you between grunts and there's tears streaming down your face.

"need to cum, daddy, please." you're sobbing now, voice ragged and hoarse.

eddie can feel you shaking against him, body contorting, desperate to feel release. you're arching up against him, harder with each thrust, tits pressing deliciously into his chest. he slots a hand between your bodies, finding your clit with ease and swirling his thumb sinfully against it.

"cum for me, y/n." eddie finally allows, thrusts growing sloppier and infinitely more primal. "say my name."

"eddie!" you're screaming, like a goddamn banshee as your climax hits. you tighten and clamp down around eddie's cock, squirting your release all over yourself and eddie.

"fuck...." the feeling is unlike anything eddie has ever experienced and it shocks him to the core. his thrusts stutter, momentarily, before he's spilling into you, hot, white cum filling you deliciously. he rides out his orgasm, worsening your sensitivity, watching you in disbelief as he finally stills his hips.

"that was..." you try, eddie pecking your lips lovingly.

"that was definitely the best orgasm of your life." he chuckles, smirking. "and mine."

before you get an opportunity to respond, the back door of the van is being tugged open and eddie is scrambling to cover your exposed body.

"freak, have you seen-" you scream with surprise, eyes widening at the sight of a horrified andy looking on. "what the fuck, y/n?" andy's shouting now, too, covering his eyes as he swings shut and slams the van door.

you look up at eddie and you're both bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, cheeks red with a mixture of embarrassment and post-coital exertion. you cannot believe that andy actually showed up, nearly an hour and half late, to find you naked and tangled between eddie's legs.

"should i chase after him and ask him for a second date?" you joke, gently pushing back a few stray curls from eddie's eyes.

"yeah right," eddie bites back, grinning, "as if i'd share my girl with that jackass."

eddie falls, entirely spent, beside you, tugging you into his chest and wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulders. you, in turn, wrap an arm around his waist and lay on his chest, craning your neck to look up at him.

"your girl?"

"yeah," eddie is beaming, "my girl."