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TW: nsfw, anal, suggestiveness & pressuring
fem reader
Thinking about really boyfriendly boyfriends â simpy and helpful and sweet â boyfriend material perfectly cut as if custom-ordered â boxed and shipped and sent express mail from the boyfriend factory with love.
Heâs interested in your hobbies and studies and is equally passionate about sharing his interests with you. Heâs comfortable and playful with your family and makes a true effort to befriend your friends. Heâs even outgoing at parties where he doesnât know anyone but you instead of sulking and asking you to leave like so many past boyfriends have.
He likes sharing food, sings loudly in the car, texts you throughout the day, and calls you when heâs at the store before coming over, asking if you need or want anything. Heâs open and honest and geeks over new releases â that movie trailer, that game, those sneakers, that album, that car, and all that other boy stuff â and yet never fails to tell you how beautiful you are every time he sees you.
And he likes taking you on dates â cinema, arcade, roller rink, amusement park, road trips, picnics, beach days â or simply hanging out at his or your place â making food, binging a series in bed, kissing and dry-humpingâŠ
Heâs just, all in all, everything you couldâve ever wished for. Perfect in every way.
OnlyâŠÂ there hasnât been a single time heâs had you in bed where he hasnât all but begged to fuck your assâŠ
Heâs literally crying for it while moaning, âPlease~ lemme put it in~ just wanna try it once, please, baby~â with his hands squeezing your butt over your shorts and his head under your shirt, kissing and sucking your tits with the prayers on his lips as he humps his tented crotch against your clothed cunt â making your panties hot and damp.Â
You squeeze your eyes shut with a suppressed whine.
He keeps pleading, âIâll be gentle~ just the tip~ Iâll go so slow~â
His fingers dig into the crevice of your cheeks, wedging your shorts and undies through your slit. Everything clenches from the friction.
Your face is heated, biting your lip with cinched brows. You knew heâd ask for it again today â he never doesnât. Even though heâll get pussy-drunk and pound your poor womb in a tight mating press the second heâs made you cum on his fingers.Â
He slurps your nipple, still begging, âPlease, baby, please~ itâll feel so good~ so-so-so good~â
Youâd been deliberating giving in to his incessant proposals for a little while. Heâd been so unrelenting you were starting to feel bad denying him for so long.
Not like past boyfriends hadnât been equally relentless in the ask.
But this one was different⊠unlike the others⊠you really like him.Â
You think you might be in love with him, even though itâs a little early to say.
Still⊠since heâs so perfect⊠you want to do your best to be perfect for him, too.
So youâd made yourself ready for it this time â done preparations in the shower.Â
But⊠you poutâŠÂ it was all so embarrassing, and your poor mind was riddled with doubts as though you were a virgin all over again.Â
What if somethingâŠÂ gross happens? What if it hurts so bad you have to stop? Will it disappoint him? What if you hate it but go through with it anyway, only for him to keep asking? What if you have to break up because you wonât ever be able to look him in the eyes again?
âAre you okay? Is something wrong?â His voice slips through the inner turmoil.
Heâd resurfaced from beneath your shirt on account of your silence, only to see youâd covered your face in both hands. He gently peels them away â revealing your eyes and the shy way you nibble your lip.
âIâm sorryâŠâ He apologizes then. âIâll stop asking-âÂ
âNo!â You blurt. To his surprise â staring at you with those big puppy-dog eyes you just couldnât handle seeing look so disheartened. âI meanâŠâÂ
You look away, cheeks burning â voice just barely above a whisper.Â
âIf you really want to⊠Iâm fine with itâŠâ
He seemed to perk up at that. If heâd had a tail, you know it would be wagging behind him.Â
His chest swelled, eyes big and unblinking, swallowing thickly â breaths already thick with containment.Â
He leans in close and nose-kisses you, brushing your lips with heated words, âReally? Youâll let me?â
You made a small sound, too humiliated to say or do much more than nod your head in confirmation.
He seemed to shudder, closing the space between you, kissing your lips softly â he tasted like static â buzzing with restricted urgency. Parting with a soft-spoken yet strained, âThank you.â
Both his hands messaged your waist â fiddled with the band to your shorts as though he couldnât wait to drag them down your thighs and free you.
Still speaking against your lips, âCan you turn around on your knees for me?â
Everything was burning â from the tips of your ears to your lips and deep down in your stomach where something equally hungry and anxious was preparing for something.
He moved back to allow you to crawl into position, taking a pillow and placing it underneath you â patting it while telling you to âLie down.âÂ
You did like suggested, lying with your face and chest against the soft plume, sinking into it with your back in a slope and your ass presented. Heart pounding in your head, loud and hot, as he took position behind you â placing his hand back on your hips.
He hooked his fingers into the band of your shorts again, pulling them back over the fat of your haunches, then dragged them down slowly until they pooled around your knees. You felt the damp heat of his breath immediately hit the peach fuzz on the small of your back â seeping through the cotton of your panties â making your belly brew with butterflies.Â
âJust relax, okay? Tell me to stop if I go too far.â He said, sensing how you quaked as he placed both palms on your globes â denting the plump flesh with greedy fingers.
Itâs not like you havenât fucked in this position before â itâs just that you knew this time was going to be different. You felt so exposed.
He fingered the frill of your panties and started peeling them off â baring your naked skin and the pretty dip between your cheeks.Â
You yelped. His mouth was on you before heâd even finished undressing you â placing a sloppy half-bite half-kiss on your upper ass before proceeding to slurp the crack.
You whimpered â flustered and flushed as the heat of his tongue laid wet trails down through the valley until his lips met with your rim. You shuffled your thighs and balled the pillow in small fists as he groaned into you. Shamelessly squeezing your fat with his hands, spreading the cheeks to let him at your little puckered hole.
Your eyes screwed shut while you hid your face in the pillow beneath you â muffling all uneasy sounds as he canted his mouth against your ass. Chin rutting into your puffy cunt while bobbing his jaw, lipping at your taint and rim â nose nuzzled between your cheeks â mouth fully closed around you â moaning at the feel of it pulsing on the tip of his tongue as he runs it over the tight scrunch again and again.
Your shoulders brace as he tries and screw the wet muscle inside. You tense up way too tight for it to happen.
He smacks off with a raunchy sigh. Your heart is in your throat.Â
Slick from your ignored cunt feels sticky on your swelled pussy-lips â hot and twitching in the cool air.
He pops the cap of the little bottle of lube the two of you always keep on hand. You flinch when his slick fingers come back to rub your hole. He gives it slow and soothing circles before easing the tip inside. Filling you up only to the first joint, waiting for you to relax and loosen before sinking the rest inside.Â
He hums at the display, groaning, âFuuh-ck~â Sliding the digit in knuckle-deep before slipping it out to the tip again â repeating the motion while feeling your muscles ripple around it. âYouâre so cute, baby~ so pretty~â
He bows and places a chaste kiss on your buttcheek, laying his face on it like a pillow â his eyes half-mast while looking at his finger disappear inside you.
He works another in with the first, shuffling them â messaging the tightness, slowly training it to stretch. His hot breath fans over your wet skin, making you go goosefleshed.
âFuck, baby â so pretty with my fingers inside yah~â He hums, almost in a whine while curling them inside you. âSo fucking hot how you swallow and squeeze on âem like that~â
He pulls himself up again, tugging on his belt with one hand â keeping on fingering you with the other.Â
His pants drop to the floor a moment later, and he lifts his neglected cock out of the sticky mess heâd made in his boxers â throbbingly fat and hard, pulsing in his fist and leaking pre, another pearl each time he rubs over the bulge of his tip.
He looks at your hole â eyes misty. You seem to have loosened up a bit â enough for him to part his fingers.
He pulls them both out with a schlick. âI think youâre readyâŠâ His voice is sticky â stuck to his throat. âIâm gonna try ân put it in.â
Your hands curl into the pillow as you nod your head â eyes still squeezed shut. It hadn't felt too bad so far â just weird. Embarrassing andâŠÂ clinical. A bit like a doctorâs visit. But you knew that would all change now.
His hands glide across your back, catching your crop top in balled fists, stretching it as his tip works on stretching out your opening â nudging against it, coaxing it into accepting the head.
âFuh- oh fuck~â He moans, lost to the sight and feel of your butt seizing around him â closing up around his tip.Â
You look so fucking perfect like that â face-down and kneeling with your ass pressed back against him â giving him your second virginity.Â
His eyes flitter across the slope of your spine â looking over your creamy skin, looking so pretty, all glossy with dew, until he reaches your face. Your brows are pinched together, gnawing on your bottom lip, eyes shut tightly.
âAre you okay?â He pants.
You nod your head â curt and rushed.
He suppresses a sound â feeling even more heated. Youâre so perfect, so good to him â the best girlfriend he could have ever asked for. Trusting him like this, letting him do this even when youâre so nervous about it. You must really love him.
Heâs nearly crying, holding onto your hips as he fucks you with just the tip â loosening the rim up and going just a little deeper for every shallow thrust. He nearly barrels over, standing there with his back hunched â bowing his head, looking at where the two of you connect while sweat drips from his weighted bangs.
âI love you, too.â He confesses out of the blue, and you blink, looking back at him â seeing his mouth parted with blissful moans, his eyes wet, and brows softly curled. âYouâre so fuckinâ perfect foâme â so good.âÂ
He loves you so much he can barely take the blossoming in his chest, feeling like he wants to eat you up and swallow you whole. His girl â who laughs at all his silly jokes and holds his hand everywhere you go and doesnât tease him when he yelps and holds you close during horror movies. His perfect perky girlfriend â who lets him fuck you raw and cum inside, and now⊠even letting him fuck your tight round ass for the very first time.
He's almost all the way in now â just a few more thrusts, and youâll have him swallowed down to the base with his balls pressed firmly against the puffy lips of your wet pussy.
âFuh-uuck-â He breathes out again, gripping your hips tight as he bottoms out.Â
He nearly cums right then, having to bite his lip to hold back â savoring how you ripple and squeeze him â so tight and firm.
Youâre such a good girl taking him so well and so deep, lying so sweetly beneath him with your ass presented â letting him nestle his entire length inside you. Curling your toes all cutely as you adjust with only pretty girly mews leaving you.
You didnât expect him to mount you.Â
But he does. Now standing with his feet in the bed, squatting over you with his cock sinking balls deep in your ass. Freshly broken-in, itâs tight and firm and twitchy as though itâs confused as to why there's a big fat cock stretching it out.Â
He canât help but smile, perched on top of you â hands still hooked upon your hips for balance while he leans forward, settling even deeper.Â
You moan, and it nearly drives him wild. Barely holding himself together as he pulls out â wishing he had something to bite into instead of his lip as he focuses on the way your firm walls clench on him, clinging to his shaft so tightly itâs hard pulling out despite the wetness â itâs so good heâs losing it.Â
Heâs taking his perfect girlfriend in her perfect ass. And it feels so fucking good his hands leave their grip on your hips as he slugs forward, bending over you until his chest presses into your back, and his head rests on top of yours, cheek to cheek â slinging both arms around you, putting you in a headlock â leaving you to do nothing else but pant, squished between his biceps and his cock kisses your guts.Â
âCanât believe I'm fucking your little ass, baby.â He rants breathlessly. âIt's so tight and good, gripping me so fuckinâ hard.â Huffing and groaning with his back hunched as he curves into your butt as deep as he can â stuffing into you from behind slowly and carefully as though heâs savoring every single flutter of you hugging him.
Heâs barely even pulling out â kneading as far as his cock can reach instead â cock-warming himself inside you.
âFuck, baby â I can cum inside, right?â He whimpers against you, kissing the corner of your mouth with his tongue out.
Youâre so squished beneath him you can only just wheeze out the word. âO-okay-â
âOh- fuck, I love you.â He cries when he blows, squeezing you so tight youâre choking as he pumps pulse after pulse of thick hot cum deep inside you. âI love you, I love you- love you- love you so much- so fuckinâ much-â
And you donât know if itâs the confession, the headlock, or the cum being pumped up your guts â but your clitâs pulsing and your cuntâs twitching even though itâs around nothing, gushing down your shaking thighs as your butt pushes itself flush against your boyfriendâs cock, clenching hard around it and milking him free of every drop.
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baby daddy!eddie x mom!reader
cw: smut, non established relationship, best friend!eddie as well, idiots in love
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Closing the door as gently as he could, Eddie tip toed down the hall of the trailer and rounded into the kitchen to get himself a beer. Heâd played hard enough with Autumn that she could barely keep her eyes open through her bath, but that also meant he wore himself out in the process. So after cracking open a can, he plops his ass down and turns on the TV, ready to chill until he passes out on the couch.
Well, that was the plan. Just as he got comfortable, there was a small knock on the trailer door. With a frustrated sigh, Eddie jumps back up, mumbling something about people coming to his house so late at night.
âListen, Iâve told you all I donât fucking deal anymoreâWoah!â
Instead of some annoying kids looking for weed, Eddie was met with your sniffling nose and tear stained cheeks. He immediately went into best friend mode, wrapping you in a big hug and letting you get those emotions out.
After some crying and a soaked shoulder later, you finally peel yourself away from Eddie and attempted to talk, but only babbling came out.
âShhh, itâs okay,â Eddie says, thumbs rubbing the tops of your shoulders. âJust calm down and tell me what happened? Did someone hurt you?â
You shook your head, doing your best to compose yourself.
âHe-he-he g-got mar-married,â you hiccup out.
Eddie blinks at you. He knows exactly what you were talking about. Dustin told him back when that Harrington met a girl about 6 months ago and apparently they hit it off right away. The last thing he wanted to do was tell you about her considering your long time pining for him Especially considering heâs the reason Harrington would never ask you out. But you ended up finding out on your own, and devastated couldnât even begin to describe how you felt.
It seemed soon in Eddieâs opinion, granted he would marry you tomorrow if you would say yes. When Dustin told him that he was going to be the best man that the wedding, Eddie had mixed feelings. He knew that it would kill you when you found out. That youâd react exactly as you were now.
Actually, youâre doing a little better than he anticipated.
âHe came into the store and,â you blew your nose into the toilet paper he grabbed for you, âand I saw the ring on his finger when he was getting his money out of his wallet.â
âIâm so sorry, sweetheart,â Eddie says, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.
âThey havenât even known each other that long! Heâs such an idiotâŠâ
âIâve been trying to tell you that,â Eddie jokes, rolling his eyes.
âOh god, what if--do you think itâs because sheâs pregnant?â
Eddieâs pretty sure Dustin would have told him if that was the reason why, but itâs not an unreasonable guess.
âI donât know, could be? Or maybe Steve Harrington is just an idiot like you said. And maybe theyâll be divorced by this time next year. Who knows, right?â
You sighed, leaning into Eddie and resting your head against him. âI donât even know why Iâm so upset. He was never going to ask me out anyway. No one wants a young single mom. Steve has his whole life to do what he wants, why would he be with someone who has so much baggage?â
âHey, donât say that about Audy,â Eddie scolds.
âNo, Iâm sorry, thatâs not what I meant,â you correct, âI was talking about myself. Iâd never be with someone who didnât accept Autumn. Even Steve Harrington. I justâŠIâm damaged goods, Eddie.â
Eddie could feel himself getting upset but didnât want to make things worse right now, so he took a few breathes to steady himself. He said your name sternly, pulling your full attention to him.
âI donât like it when you say things like that. It makes me feel like itâs my fault--â
âEddie,â you stop him before he can get another word out, âYou know that you didnât do anything wrong. Iâve told you before that if I was going to get pregnant right out of high school with anyone that I wouldnât want it to be with anyone else but you.â
Eddie knows this, and he feels the same. But itâs not what he wants.
Even though it was all a total accident, he hoped that night the two of you spent together was going to be the next step for both of you. And even though he was scared after you told him with tears in your eyes then that he had gotten you pregnant, he wished with all his might that it would bring the two of you closer together.
Which it did in a way. Obviously the two of you would be bound together for the rest of your lives, but it wasnât in the way he wanted. You still were head over heels for Steve, and there was no way Eddie could even compare to the king.
âYeahâŠI know.â He says somberly. Your brows pinch, making him worried he should have said something else.
Then your expression changed. You looked at him intensely for a moment, before your eyes became lidded andâŠwere you leaning in?
Eddie thought fast, making a quick decision to put his hand over your mouth, stopping you in your tracks. Your eyes go wide as dinner plates, tears perching on your waterline as what hot embarrassment washes over you.
âIâm sorry,â Eddie says, suddenly regretting everything. This could have been his chance and he was an idiot.
You pull his hand from his mouth, sitting in silence for a moment before you begin to laugh. It catches Eddie off guard and he freezes.
âEddie, I should be the one apologizing,â you say with giggles. âIâm the one who was stupid enough to try and kiss her best friend for a second time. We both know what happened the first time and the last thing we need is history to repeat itself.â
Eddie still felt conflicted. Your tone wasnât sitting right with him, like there was some level of self depreciation in your words.
After a moment you stop laughing. Your face warps into worry as you stand from the couch.
âI-I need to goââ
âNo, wait!â Eddie stands to grab your wrist before you could run away. He pulls you into him and hugs you tightly to him. You stand still before slowly wrapping your arms around him, gripping his shirt in your hands.
âListen, I know youâre going through a lot emotionally right now, butâŠIâm here for whatever you need. Even ifâŠâ He trails off for a moment, knowing that heâs just going to hurt himself if he lets you use him. But he canât turn you away when you need him. Heâd rather you take advantage of his feelings than run off to someone else who would hook up with you without second thought.
âEven if it means crossing a boundary that weâve already crossed before.â
Eddie feels you press into him harder, face buried in his chest. And when you look up at him, Eddie thinks he could melt into a puddle and let you mold him to however youâd like.
âI donât think I should make any rash decisions right now,â you say with a sniffle. âI think I just need to clear my head. Let myself rot in my own misery instead of dumping it all on you.â
âOr,â Eddie says with a smile, âyou could rot with me. I rented some movies and some beers in the fridge that have your name on them. I think we have some leftover pizza still, too.â
Your smile was so bright it was comparable to the sun rising. There was nothing in the world that could keep him down as long as you were happy. Eddie probably would have dropped out of school after his second failure if you hadnât simply smiled at him and told him that he would graduate next year, for sure. He probably only did because you smiled at him every time he got a good grade.
The way you hugged him for a long time after a report card with no Fâs on it kept Eddieâs head in the zone that last school year. And, well, the way your body felt under his when he finally graduatedâŠ
Eddie shook his head, wracking his brain for anything to keep his mind from thinking about that night right now. Thereâs no way him getting a boner while you were still holding on to him so tight would be good.
âI think that sounds like a good idea,â you finally say after staring up at him for several beats. But Eddie caught the somber look in your eyes. It was going to take a lot of distracting to get you in a good head space.
âYou know, I think we might still have some popcorn, too.â
After a few drinks, some weed, and a movie and a half later, Eddie finds himself waking up on his couch at some point after falling asleep. The bright, staticy screen causes him to squint his eyes, turning his head enough to bump his chin against the top of your head.
Eddie looks down at where youâre leaning into his side. He vaguely remembers wrapping an arm around you before the two of you had succumbed to sleep. It pains him to possibly wake you but the urge to pee is what startled him awake in the first place, so he does his best to untangle himself from you and sneaks to the bathroom.
On the way back to the couch, Eddie decided to stop in his room and grab a blanket for the two of you. But when he returns, he finds you sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
âHey,â you croak out, looking at him with squinted eyes.
âHey,â he whispers back. âI brought us a blanket.â
You stretch before standing up from the couch. âI should probably head home, Eddie.â
âSweetheart its,â he leans to check the time on the microwave, â3 in the morning.â
Your eyes go wide, hands running over your face. âIt is? Fuuuuck.â
âJust stay,â Eddie says, walking over to you and wrapping you up in the blanket. You groan, feeling conflicted on if you should stay and sleep on Eddieâs couch or if you should brave the drive home.
âHey, if you stay, you donât have to drive all the way over here to get Fae in the morning.â
âUgh, okay you got me,â you say, giving in. You sit back down on the couch and start to make yourself comfortable.
âWait, you can sleep in my bed. Promise I donât bite.â
That took less convincing as you pop back up, dragging the blankets behind you as you wobble to Eddieâs room. Eddie laughs as you plop into his bed, stealing one of his pillows to make yourself comfortable.
âHey save some room for me,â he says, walking around to the other side to climb in. He lays next to you, adjusting in an obnoxious manner that has you giggling. You turn to face him and he does the same.
âI love you,â you say at the tail end of a giggle. Itâs something said frequently between the two of you. Genuine as itâs spoken after years of friendship.
âLove you, too,â Eddie says with a sigh. Sleep soon takes you both over again. The only sounds that can be heard is the sound of the a/c doing its best to cool down the trailer.
Eddie felt himself waking once again, this time much more comfortably in his own bed. He yawned, shaking a bit as the feeling of waking overcame his body.
The sun peaking through the cracks of his curtains gave the room just enough light that he could see the room with a slight glow. Turning his head, he chanced to see if you were still laying with him. He had a dream that youâd left with Autumn and ran away with Steve that left a sick feeling in his stomach.
Much to his delight you were indeed still occupying the bed with him. Smiling wide as you looked at him, already awake where you lay.
âMorninâ,â he says in his morning voice, and your eyes flicker.
âMorning,â you squeak back. As Eddie turns to face you, your hand finds its way out from under the covers and reaches out towards him. Your fingers gently glide across his cheek, rubbing against the stubble as you push his hair out of his face.
The way youâre looking at him has Eddieâs tummy feeling funny, but in a different way from his dream. Youâre looking at him the same way he looks at you.
Suddenly, you push yourself up on your arm, hand still on his cheek as you start to lean in once again. Eddieâs heart beats hard against his chest as you close the distance between the two of you, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss.
It lasts a few moments, and Eddie melts into it. It was a kiss like none heâs ever had before. Not even compared to the last time the two of you kissed before Autumn was born. This kiss felt like a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter morning, the warmth spreading to every part of his body as he drank you in.
When you pulled away, Eddie chased after you, not wanting it to end so soon unknowing if it would ever happen again. When you donât kiss him again, his eyes finally open to meet yours. Theyâre bouncing everywhere, scanning his face as if looking for an answer written on his skin.
âEddieâŠâ
But Eddie doesnât let you ponder much longer, hand snaking around your head to pull you into him once more. This time more feverishly, the heat palpable between the two of you.
You shift so that you can bury your hands in his hair, and Eddie takes advantage of this to move himself above you. Eddie kisses you into the pillow beneath you, long kisses turning into passionate smacking, poking the fire that was burning between you.
âTell me to stop,â Eddie says as his lips begin to move down your cheek and to your neck. He says your name breathily, âTell me now, because I won't be able to stop once this starts.â
âI-I canât. I wonât,â you stutter, hands grabbing at his waist as he kisses and nips at your neck. Eddie breathes against you, body alight knowing that you wanted this as much as him.
âBut,â you say, stopping him in his tracks. You give him a coy smile, nodding towards the door. âYou better make it quick. You know sheâll wake up at any moment.â
Eddie huffs out a laugh, âDonât gotta tell me twice. Better get to work then.â
Eddie suddenly lifts the blanket above the both of you and disappears underneath it. Soft kisses leave a trail from your knees to the apex between them. Eddie slips his fingers in the hem of the sleep pants he let you borrow, pulling them down with your panties in one quick motion. There was barely any light to see, so he decided to just dive in tongue first.
He ate you out like a man starved. Your thighs try hard to wrap around him as he works you up on his tongue, but his strong arms hold you open for him. Eddie groans at the way your fingers grip his hair, tugging just enough to burn so good against his scalp.
Once he added fingers, you had to cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself quiet. It was like Eddie knew exactly what you liked, because not long after you were coming undone, riding his face as you did.
Eddie crawls up your body, head resting between your breasts as he pokes out from under the covers.
âJesus, Eddie,â you pant, looking at him in awe.
âAnd thatâs not even the best part,â he teases, making you roll your eyes at him. You grab his face and bring him closer to you, tasting yourself on his lips as you kiss him again.
Eddie rolls his hips subconsciously, and you can feel how hard he is as he grinds against you. You want to say you also forgot how big he was, but itâs something you didnât want to admit you thought about often.
Your hand travels between you, fingers trailing against his skin as you reach the hem of his boxers. Slipping under it, you feel your way to his hard cock, taking it in your hand to pump him. He whines against your lips, hips moving faster in your grip. You watch with awe struck eyes as his beautiful face contorts in pleasure above you.
âPlease,â he pants out as he fucks your hand, âWanna be inside you. Can I?â
You nod silently, unbelievably turned on by your best friend for the second time now.
He works fast pulling his boxers off quickly, a loud thwaping coming from his cock smacking against his stomach after getting caught on the waistband. Your eyes go wide as you take in his size.
After almost 2 years youâre still shocked at what Eddie Munson is packing. Those dumb ass cheerleaders that picked the bone head jocks over him have no idea what they missed out on.
Eddie settled himself between your legs, spitting on his own cock to get it good and wet before rubbing it in your soaked folds. You had a moment of clarity, realizing that Eddie wasnât wearing a condom. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words got caught up in a moan as Eddie pushed his way inside of you.
The stretch took your breath away. Eddie seesawed his way into your tight cunt, opening you up on his cock until he was balls deep inside of you. He placed his hands on either hip and started moving, holding you tight as he worked up his pace.
Every thrust felt like too much and not enough at the same time. The constant knocking against your sweet spot had you seeing stars quickly, still worked up from him eating you out. The pretty sounds that Eddie was making wasnât helping either, but you still had enough mind to shush him so that he wouldnât wake your daughter.
Eddieâs pace quickens, and he makes the fatal mistake of adding his thumb to the mix. It only throttles you to the edge for a second time this morning. Itâs not much longer before your vision goes white, toes curling as your orgasm takes over. It's probably the hardest youâve cum in a long time.
âOh, fuck.â
You barely registered Eddieâs words, but you definitely felt the reason behind his curses. Eddie was cumming deep inside you, balls emptying into your pussy as you were still riding out your own orgasm.
In the moment it felt amazing, but the post orgasm bliss left you crashing as you realized the very real situation you were both in.
Eddie felt himself being pushed by you, taking him out of his own high as he stumbled back on his ass. As you open your mouth to speak, Eddie is hit with a wave of deja vu with every word.
âDid you fucking cum in me?â The words came out in slow motion and Eddieâs body broke out in cold sweat.
âI-Iâm sorry. I was going to pull out, I justââ
âWhat? You forgot? Are you kidding me Eddie? Do you not remember what happened the last time?â
Right on cue, your daughter's whines could be heard from across the hall. You sigh, kicking the covers completely away from you and grabbing the pajama pants you had back on.
âListen, I really am sorry,â Eddie says, looking at you with big, sad eyes. You groan, unable to stay mad at him when he looks at you like that.
âWhat are we going to do then, Eddie?â You ask him, walking out of his bedroom to get your daughter.
Eddie sits on the bed for a moment and thinks. He knows that you getting pregnant again while Autumnâs only and a half isn't ideal. Not that you being pregnant is ideal anyway, but honestly Eddie wouldnât be mad about it.
He was so head over heels for both you and Autumn that he doesnât hate the idea of another person to love is the worst thing. But heâs also not the one doing all the hard work. And if it wasnât obvious the first time that having a kid wouldnât fix any problems, then having a second would probably not make much of a difference in your feelings towards him.
The door opens again and Eddie watches as you enter with a squealing toddler on your hip, clearly happy to see both mommy and daddy.
âMorning, sweet girl,â Eddie cooes, scooping his baby up and smothering her with kisses, sending Autumn into a fit of giggles.
âI went ahead and changed her. If you want to dress her Iâll make breakfast.â
Eddie gave you a quick salute as you went to the kitchen, leaving him and your mini me to get ready for the day. It took a lot of wrestling but he was able to get the little one dressed, including hair done, and looking presentable for the day.
Fixing her up in her highchair, Eddie sat at the small kitchen table and breathed a sigh of relief. You shook your head at his theatrics, setting breakfast down for the both of them.
âHey, I was thinking,â Eddie said, spooning some applesauce into Autumnâs mouth. âAfter we eat, why donât I follow you to the pharmacy and we can pick you up a Plan B?â
You quirk an eyebrow in amusement. âYou have Plan B money this time?â
âHa ha,â Eddie laughs dryly at your reference to the last time you had sex, the both of you freaking out over having no money. Thankfully Eddie was able to get a good job at Hawkins Auto Body when you got pregnant. He makes pretty good money now considering he was able to get his own trailer. Money is still tight, but he can manage.
âFine, better eat up then, or else youâre gonna have two mouths to feed instead of one.â
Eddie looks at your daughter, spitting image of him, besides your nose, and smiles. Maybe now isnât the right time, butâŠmaybe one day.
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What Are Friends For
Rating: M | This is smut, no one under 18! Minors, DNI!
Summary: A conversation with friends reminds you that you're about to begin college as a virgin. It bothers you more than you care to admit so you consult your best friend, Eddie; is virginity really that much of a turn off? (Or, best friend!Eddie takes your virginity) Warnings: virgin!reader, PinV, some nerves about virginity and first times. Pairing: Eddie x fem!Reader Word Count: 7.2k
Eddie sat on his bedroom floor, one knee bent with an elbow resting atop it, in a rare display of quiet contemplation. With his back pressed to the dresser, cigarette in one hand and a pen in the other, he scribbled in the notebook he used to write lyrics and, occasionally, plan campaigns.Â
Rain pattered against the roof of the trailer, heavy and loud and easily drowning out the tape Eddie had playing to fill the quiet. From your perch on his bed, yellowed paperback held open in your hands, you could see it falling in sheets outside the window. With the weather so dreary, there was little you could do other than sit inside - bored, miserable, rereading a book borrowed from Eddieâs shelf that you could practically recite in your sleep - and with him otherwise occupied, you were left alone with thoughts you preferred not to dwell on.
Though youâd read the book in hand a dozen times, could recite the notes Eddieâd scribbled in the margins by heart, if he asked, it would be impossible to relay where in the plot youâd stopped. The words that usually captivated you blurred into one, a mess of nonsensical characters in fading ink, so you dropped it into the sheets with a quiet sigh and rolled onto your side to glance at Eddie in hopes of finding a distraction.
The dark curls you loved were tamed into a low bun, hair swept away from his neck to provide some sort of relief from the oppressive summer heat, with a few strands framing his face. The plush of his lips were swollen, bitten in concentration over the course of the day as he stared intently at the paper. Those dark eyes were narrowed in concentration as he scribbled relentlessly and you could see the tip of his tongue as he pressed it between his lips.
Eddieâs leather jacket and battle vest were replaced by a cutoff Metallica shirt, cropped at the bottom to expose his lower stomach - the band of his shorts, the missing band of his underwear, the dark smattering of hair just beneath his navel between splotches of ink trailing into the band of his shorts - every time he shifted. Most of his tattoos were on display, save for the ones near his collarbones, and you wondered if he realized you could draw most of them from memory.
It wouldâve been nice to be able to say that you were struck, just in that moment, by how attractive Eddie was. To confess that youâd never noticed how achingly beautiful your best friend was wouldâve been a lie as his beauty was something youâd always seen.
Few things baffled you more than how people - closed-minded classmates, shallow girls who sought out pigheaded jocks - saw Eddie as anything other than breathtakingly beautiful. His personality was enough, a kind heart and a brilliant mind, but personality aside, you always thought he looked like someone out of a magazine. He was a rockstar stuck in tiny little Hawkins, a figure from your wildest fantasies brought to life.
The wild curl of his hair, the slope of his nose, the curve of his jaw, the bright glimmer of his eyes; it all made you giddy, a little lovesick in a way only Nikki Sixx had so far managed. With every glimpse of Eddie that you stole, you grew a little more enamored and as a conversation youâd had earlier that morning simmered at the forefront of your mind, you wondered if that was part of the problem.
A conversation with friends, the majority of whom rarely pressed about your love life - mostly because they knew there was nothing to share, in part due to your feelings for Eddie - that began as excited chatter about college, classes, and, ultimately, boys, sent you spiraling.
Somehow, the conversation went from playful fun to pressing for details about your lack of dates and, finally, a shared certainty that college would change things for you. However, an off-handed comment about inexperience being a turn-off made you question whether college would change anything at all.
Pulling yourself back to reality, reminding yourself that the only opinion that mattered was your own, proved impossible. Every thought that crossed your mind centered on your inexperience, a trait your friends acknowledged and giggled at, and you couldnât stop yourself from calling out.
âEddie?â
If he noticed the tremor in your voice - and, this time, he likely didnât - he said nothing. Instead, he hummed his acknowledgement. âWhatâs up, sweetheart?â
The pet name was casual, something that slipped off his tongue easily, just as it had done a thousand times before without a second thought, but it never failed to set fire to your skin. There was something about the way his voice wrapped around the word, a little rough around the edges but dripping honey - a little darker, a little deeper - in a tone youâd never been privy to, that had your heart hammering in your chest. The thud of it was loud, drowned out the music and the rain, and you wondered if Eddie could hear it, too, as he glanced up at you for the first time in an hour.
Whatever expression you thought youâd hidden, however careful you imagined youâd been, Eddie saw right through you. With only a tentative glance at your face, his lips pulled into a frown as he dropped his composition book into a pile of laundry before shuffling closer to you. When he sat with his back pressed to the bed, arm lifting to rest on the mattress as his hand sought yours, you could see the concern clouding his eyes. âYou alright?â
A brief thought of brushing him off, of pretending that you were fine - bored, or maybe tired, just for an excuse to have sought his attention - but Eddie knew you well. Heâd seen your face, caught the glimpse of upset in your eyes, and wouldnât settle for anything less than a real answer.
With a sigh, you wrapped your arms around your knees and spared him a sideways glance. âI⊠You know how Iâve neverâŠâ
An annoyed huff, bothered by how difficult it seemed to be just to say the words, escaped as you shook your head. Eddie tipped his to get a better look at your face and the weight of his gaze burning into your skin made it difficult to concentrate. Regardless of the knowledge that this was Eddie - someone who loved you, someone who wouldnât judge you or laugh at you, despite how objectively stupid you imagined you were being - it was still difficult to string together a coherent sentence.
âCan you not look at me, please? I canât think with you looking at me.â
Eddie was unfazed by your request. It was one heâd grown used to over the years, one you threw at him every time you wanted to discuss something serious - or embarrassing or simply vulnerable - and couldnât find the nerve. So, instead of questioning you, he simply pushed himself up and climbed onto the bed to join you. He shifted his body to press his back to the wall, stretched his legs across the mattress, and held out a hand.
âAlright, câmere.â
When you placed your hand in his, shifted onto your knees to shuffle a little closer, Eddie twined his fingers with yours and tugged. With little effort, he hauled you onto his lap. A soft hand pressed to the back of your head and guided your face to hide in the crook of his neck - a position youâd been in a thousand times before, a position that made you feel safe to bare your soul.
This time, however, you felt your heart begin to hammer against your ribcage as you grew overwhelmingly aware of the heat of Eddieâs body pressed to yours. Everything seemed too clear, too loud, too real; the green apple scent of his shampoo, the herbal hint of weed that always seemed to linger, the softness of his skin as your hand rested against his bicep, the firm press of his body as he held you in place, the callous of his fingers as his hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt to brush at the bare skin of your back.
It was almost too much.
Rather than comforting, you felt Eddieâs touch set your skin alight. It needled at your nerve endings, hastened the pace of your already spiraling thoughts, and you nearly lost your train of thought as he hummed to regain your attention.
âTalk to me, sweetheart.â
The rasp of his voice in your ear, warm and soft and concerned in a way he only ever seemed to be for you, cut clear through the hammering of your heart. It filled your chest with a sticky warmth and you inhaled as deep as you could in an effort to steel yourself for the conversation you werenât certain you wanted to have.
âYou know how I had breakfast with my friends this morning?â Eddie hummed, acknowledging the plans youâd had before the day devolved into rain and quiet. âWe were talking and I know itâs stupid, but I just⊠I started thinking about it and I couldnât stop.â
Eddie hummed, acknowledging and encouraging you to continue, as he waited patiently. âIâve never really been on a date and guys donât really like me. Thatâs fine, I guess. I mean, itâs not,â you amended, huffing slightly as you traced his tattoo idly. âBut thereâs not a lot I can do to change it. Anyway, they were kind of laughing about it. They were talking about college changing things and then Amanda said it would be a major turnoff and I⊠Well, sheâs right. I donât want to go to college a virgin whoâs never even held hands with someone romantically. Itâs not a major deal but I havenât even had my first kiss yet and I really donât want to have some cute college guy ask me to make out and have to tell him that Iâve never done that and him think Iâm a total loser and lose interest in me.â
The entire confession spilled past your lips in a rushed whisper, mumbled against Eddieâs skin in a hurried huff as you wasted no time thinking. Thinking about it, agonizing over how to express your concern, would only make it harder and you knew that getting it all out in the open would be the easiest option.
Still, that did little to calm your racing heart as Eddieâs hands stilled against your skin.
âSweetheart.â He sighed, understanding and just a little gentler than you were accustomed to, as he lifted one hand to cup your cheek. âLook at me, please.â With great effort, you allowed him to tip your head so that he could search your face. After a beat of silence, he assured you. âThereâs nothing wrong with still being a virgin and itâs not a turnoff. If some asshole college guy thinks any different of you, thatâs his loss. Just means heâs not the one for you.â
Rationally, you knew that.
That was something youâd told yourself a thousand times over, a reminder repeated every time the topic arose. But rationality had little place in the whirlwind of emotion the conversation drudged up.
âI know,â you promised him, dipping your head to focus on the fading letters of his t-shirt. Tracing the nearly destroyed ink, you hummed. âI just⊠I donât want to be pressured into it and I donât want it to be a bad memory. I know itâs not going to be perfect but I just want it to be good. I want it to be like something from a movie.â Though you didnât really want to know, though you knew it would only curdle the already sour thoughts in the pit of your stomach, you allowed yourself to ask. âHow was yours?â
Eddie laughed quietly as he resumed his soft stroking of your skin. âNothing is like the movies,â he declared, pausing only when you huffed. âNot to rain on your parade or anything,â he teased. âBut all of my firsts were pretty shitty. My first kiss was under the bleachers in junior high and she laughed at me after because it was just a dare. And my first time was over in, like, three seconds. I was high and horny and came the second she let me inside. Iâm just glad she never told anyone. But shit happens, sweetheart. It gets better, easier. Just find someone you trust.â
Without thinking, you said, âI trust you.â For a split second, it felt as if the world stopped spinning. You willed a hole to open in the floor and swallow you whole as you immediately lifted your hand to cover your mouth. âI donât⊠I donât know why I just said that. Fuck, Iâm sorry, Eddie. I-â
Instead of allowing you to pull away, to put a considerable amount of space between you both, Eddie held you tight to his chest as he tipped your head once more. âItâs okay,â he assured you, dipping his head to meet your eyes. There was no hint of anger - no disgust or annoyance, no amusement; none of the negativity you imagined youâd see - and you swallowed your rising panic as he urged, âCalm down, sweetheart. Take a breath.â
âIâm sorry, Eddie,â you repeated.
âFor what?â Eddieâs question was honest, uncertain as to why you were apologizing, and you could only shrug as you withered beneath the weight of his gaze.
âI donât know. I just⊠felt like I needed to?â
A beat of silence passed as Eddie studied your face. You werenât quite sure what he was looking for but he seemed to find it as his thumb brushed your cheekbone.
âComplete honesty, alright?â It was a request Eddie made rarely as he always trusted you to be honest. It was only made in moments like this - moments of unrivaled vulnerability, moments that saw you both struggling to speak normally - and you granted it readily.
âAlright.â
âIs this⊠Do you want me to be your first?â The question was blunt - maybe more so than Eddie intended - but you appreciated his directness even as you inhaled sharply.
âI think so,â you admitted, unable to shift your gaze even as his warm brown eyes set your skin alight. âI mean, I trust you, more than anyone else. Youâre⊠Youâre Eddie,â you pointed out, smiling softly. âYouâre my best friend. I donât think thereâs anyone better.â
âThis isnât something you have to do, sweetheart. You donât have to lose it right now,â he reminded you, soft but certain. âThereâs no shame in being a virgin. Whoever you end up choosing, if theyâre the right person, they wonât mind. I know you trust me but you donât have to choose me just because you want to get it over with.â
âThatâs not why Iâm choosing you.â Eddie tipped his head, an uncertainty few others were allowed to see flickering across his face as he awaited your elaboration. âI know that this will change everything,â you admitted, voice a whisper behind the rain.
âIt doesnât have to,â Eddie interjected, voice as quiet as youâd ever heard it. âWhatever happens, or doesnât, is entirely up to you.â
âBut I want it to!â He blinked, surprised by the conviction in your voice, but kept quiet as you continued. âThe reason Iâve had so much trouble finding someone else, someone I want, is because I want you. I have for a long time.â
Though youâd known how you felt about Eddie for a long while - swallowed it down, hid it for fear of ruining the best friendship youâd ever had - admitting the words aloud felt final. It felt heavy, sinking to the pit of your stomach like a stone, but you knew that the only way out was through.
There were only two options. The first, Eddie would reject you - never harshly, soft and sweet in the way he seemed to only be with you - seemed most likely to you. But the second, that was the option you wished for.
Eddie returning your feelings, wanting you just as you wanted him, seemed plausible some days. When he held your hand in crowds, when he lounged in his bed and spent hours discussing books and movies and music with you, when he threw an arm around your shoulders and grinned brighter than the sun every time you made it to one of his shows; you saw a future in which he loved you, too.
But insecurity, irrational and loud, told you that you were imagining the softness of his touch or the gentle tone of his voice. It made you uneasy, kept you from admitting your feelings for fear of the worst, and you nearly wished youâd allowed the insecurity to win as silence stretched around you.
Until Eddie spoke and destroyed any remaining shred of insecurity.
âIâve been in love with you for a while, sweetheart.â
Soft fingers brushed across your cheek, tracing the slope lightly as Eddie watched you blink owlishly. There was a moment of stunned silence, a beat in which you wondered if your dalliances with the supernatural had damaged your hearing more significantly than youâd realized, before you inhaled deeply.
âAre you⊠are you sure?â
The soft smile on Eddieâs face was reassuring. âVery sure. Remember when we first met?â A spark of memory - a flash of the past, the moment you nearly bowled him over on your way to find Steve before facing yet another supernatural threat - as your brows furrowed. âI started going to history after that, just âcause I knew you were in that class.â
âThatâs been a while.â It hadnât, not really - not in the grand scheme of the misery of Hawkins - but it felt like forever as Eddie shrugged.
âTime flies,â he declared with a half-shrug. The soft brush of Eddieâs fingers across your rapidly heating skin continued, easily mapping the features you occasionally caught him studying with an intensity you now recognized as love, and he smiled as you inhaled a shaking breath.
âI donât know if I remember a time before falling in love with you.â
The admission was quiet, a whisper in the still of Eddieâs room, but it felt as if youâd shouted it. Vulnerability was not new, not with Eddie, though baring your soul so completely was terrifying. He accepted it easily, however, and smiled as he cradled your jaw.
âYou donât have to butter me up, sweetheart,â he teased - an effort to lighten the mood, not downplay your emotions, and ease the deafening thundering of your heart. âIâm already yours.â
With that, he leaned in and bumped your nose with his own. He waited, giving you the final choice - whether you truly wanted to take that step or not - and allowed you to make the first move.
Though you knew Eddie would never make fun of you - not for something serious, something that meant so much to you, anyway - there was still a sense of hesitance as you studied him. Up close, you could see the tiny imperfections, the little lines and freckles and spots that made him, him, and you knew that this was what you wanted.
Before he could reassure you, tell you that it was fine if you werenât sure, if you needed more time, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.
The kiss itself was not perfect. It was not something out of a film, with fireworks and an immediate, instinctual understanding of what to do. It was clumsy, a little tentative, and curious, but it was good. The warmth of Eddieâs palm bleeding into your skin, the brush of his curls as his bangs tickled your forehead, the soft exhale he released as you pressed closer, just a touch relieved you felt comfortable enough to trust him with this; all elements you wouldâve never considered important before the moment at hand.
But all too soon, it was over.
In what felt like the blink of an eye, Eddie broke the embrace, pulled away just enough to allow you to draw in a deep breath, and smiled. âYou gotta breathe, sweetheart,â he teased, thumb brushing your cheekbone as he took in the sight of you - glazed eyes, parted lips. âDonât want you passing out on me.â
With anyone else, it wouldâve felt like a slight - a jab, rude and mean-spirited - but you knew Eddie. You knew that it was light, fond, and rolled your eyes in response. âBreathe, got it,â you nodded, serious in your study. âAny other notes?â
âNah. For a first kiss, it wasnât too bad,â he hummed, after pausing a moment in faux thought. There was a dramatic air of seriousness, though you could tell he was still teasing. âTechnique could use a little work, though.â
There was a twinkle in his eyes, a glittering mirth that told you he wasnât poking fun at you - not really, not maliciously - and you couldnât help but smile as you nodded. âI suppose someone will have to teach me,â you reasoned, fingers twisting in his curls when he hummed as if it was the most rational thought. âI learn through experience.â
That grin returned, bright - pleased that you seemed to have relaxed; and, truly, you had, as there was nothing to fear in Eddieâs embrace. Heâd proven that time and time again. âLucky for you,â he hummed, tipping his head to brush your lips with his own, âIâm an excellent teacher. Very committed. Willing to spend all night here, if thatâs what it takes.â
Then, his lips were on yours once again.
This kiss was more certain, a little more eager, as Eddie took the reins and guided you. He used the hand cradling your jaw to tip your head, to turn it just the way he wanted, and hummed encouragingly as you melted into him. It was still a little clumsy, still exploratory in a way youâd never experienced, but to you, it was perfect.Â
And as Eddieâs free hand began to drift down your shoulder, careful not to move too fast, you broke from him just long enough to speak.
âItâs okay,â you promised him, breathless - chest heaving, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. âYou can touch me. I want you to.â
With that, you returned your mouth to his.
Every press of Eddieâs mouth to yours, every swipe of his fingers over your heated skin, shouldâve made you more nervous. This was farther than youâd ever gone, a complete deviation from the norm in which you were overlooked - only heard about experiences such as this from friends - and you worried there would be an overwhelming anxiety in the pit of your stomach as you attempted to gain some of that experience.Â
However, as Eddieâs hands began to wander and his tongue traced the seam of your lips, you found that it was the exact opposite.
Eddie made you comfortable, set you completely at ease.
The idea that this would be the culmination of every experience youâd dreamt of having didnât make you nervous. The rapid thundering of your heart was not from fear but an excitement, a gratitude that your firsts were being taken by someone youâd loved for so long.
There was an eagerness, not to get it over with but to experience it - to understand youâd been missing. And Eddie seemed to realize that as his hands began to dip beneath the hem of your shirt.
âTell me, sweetheart,â he urged, pulling away just enough to meet your eyes - grinning when you blinked slowly, attempting to regain your sense of reality. âHowâd you imagine your first time? Bet it was romantic, maybe some candles or something. Not here, with Metallica playing in the background.â
âSometimes,â you admitted, fingers playing with the strands fallen from his low bun. âBut other times it was quick, in someoneâs backseat with the radio playing, just to get it over with, I think. But, latelyâŠâ Eddie hummed, urging you to continue, as his hands drifted higher - fingers brushing the underside of your breasts, dragging back down your stomach and stealing your focus. âLately, itâs been you and itâs been here and Metallicaâs been playing in the background. Youâre in my head but youâre prettier in real life.â
âFlattery, sweetheart,â he teased, grin bright as he tipped his head to nose at your jaw, though you could see the emotion glittering in his eyes. âYou know, Iâve thought about this,â he admitted, hands lifting higher - cupping your breasts, earning a gasp from you at the warmth of his palms against your skin. ââBout you, here. What youâd look like, what youâd sound like,â he hummed, appreciative when you sighed contentedly as he began to knead the soft flesh. âThink I like the real thing more.â
From your position on his lap, you could feel him growing harder, pressed to your thigh as you shifted. He hid it well, his own desire, but you heard the sharp inhale he released as you reached for the scrunchie holding his hair back and brushed the tent in his shorts.Â
âCan I take this off?â The question was breathed against your skin, nearly lost to the heavy thud of your heart, but you managed to nod as Eddieâs hands fell to the hem of your top.
Eddie had seen you in a bathing suit before, had seen you in just a bra after a torrential downpour left you both soaked and shivering, but this was different. Soon, he would see you completely and though you felt a bit of nerves, you knew him well enough to know that he wouldnât judge. So, you shifted and worked to get rid of the soft fabric.
When your shirt joined a handful of others on his floor, he made no effort to ogle you - though you imagined that would come later, when he knew you were well and truly relaxed. Instead, he returned his mouth to yours and his hands to cup your breasts.
With you sufficiently distracted, Eddie easily maneuvered the pair of you so that you were on your back, lying pliant beneath him. When you hummed, laughed slightly at the bounce as you both settled into the mattress, he broke the kiss and pressed his mouth to your rapidly overheating skin. He started at the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, before beginning to trail a path down your throat.Â
âIf you change your mind,â he hummed, voice muffled against your skin, âjust tell me. Tell me everything, okay? Donât worry about being too loud. No such thing.â
âNot gonna change my mind,â you assured him, voice pitching higher as his teeth scraped over the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. âWant this, want you.â
At that, Eddie continued his descent. His lips left a trail of fire in their wake and you gave in to his urging to not worry about your volume. With each brush of his mouth, each tickle of his hair against your skin, you made no effort to hide the soft noises of pleasure. And with each one, Eddie seemed to grow more and more eager.
Those wide eyes lifted to meet yours as he reached your chest, one hand kneading soft flesh as he nipped at the sensitive skin of the opposite breast. He sucked a bruise into the skin, shooting you a wink as he did so, before dipping lower and capturing your nipple between his lips. And when you gasped, hands flying to his hair, he hummed in approval.
Eddie spent a few moments focusing on your breasts, moments in which you realized you couldnât have chosen a better first partner - someone who loved you, someone who was more interested in making the moment good for you than he was in the act itself - before he began to dip lower.
âIâm totally down to eat you out,â he offered, glancing up at you with those wide eyes, âbut if youâre not up for it yet, thatâs okay. Itâs up to you, sweetheart.â
For a moment, you considered his offer. The press of his body to yours, the weight of him atop you, the warmth of his hands and mouth; it was all overwhelming, in the most beautiful way. Still, you werenât sure if that was something you wanted in that moment. It sounded fun, and he seemed very serious about his offer, but you werenât sure how much you wanted so soon. So, you decided to decline his offer, for the time being.
âNext time,â you promised, fingers carding through his curls as he pressed soft kisses to your stomach. âI⊠Sounds nice, but feels like too much this time,â you admitted, not ashamed but almost.
Eddie, however, easily accepted your answer. âMight be,â he agreed, with an easy grin. âIâm pretty good with my mouth.â It was teasing, accompanied by another wink, and made you roll your eyes.
âYouâre pretty good at never closing it,â you countered, squealing when he nipped your skin.Â
âWeâll revisit this conversation when youâre comfortable,â he teased, grinning as he shifted up and pressed his mouth to yours once more.
As he distracted you with a kiss - this one messier, more eager than the last - his hands continued to wander. They trailed down your stomach, traced the same path as his lips, before dipping beneath the band of your shorts. His fingers brushed the warm skin, earning a sharp gasp.
âStill okay?â The question was breathed against your lips, and you nodded.Â
âYeah,â you assured him, though your heart felt as if it might beat out of your chest. âStill okay.â
Calloused fingers dipped lower, brushed over the fabric of your panties, and slipped between your spread thighs. There wasnât a ton of room for him to move, and you realized that he was at least trying to get you used to the sensation as his fingers brushed the fabric covering your folds. If he felt the damp patch - he did, you could tell by the pleased grin he wore - he said nothing. He would tease you for it later. This time, he simply returned his mouth to yours.
Eddie gave you a few moments to adjust to his touch, his fingers brushing the fabric - teasing, soft - before he nudged the now soaked fabric aside and allowed his fingers to drag through the slick gathered there. His touch was light, not hesitant but conscious, careful, waiting in case you changed your mind.
It shouldâve made you nervous, shouldâve set you on edge, but there was only pleasure as you melted into his embrace and tugged at the curls framing his face as his thumb found your clit.
The touch was electric, filled your veins with a blistering warmth that seemed all encompassing, and you began to understand why your friends made such a big deal of it all. The touch itself was good, better than your own fingers, but knowing that it was Eddie, with his wide eyes and pretty smile, made it that much better.
Every press of his fingers grew more experimental, dragging through your folds and coating his fingers in slick. He teased, brushed lightly and swallowed every sigh and soft moan you released. And after a few long, torturous moments, he finally pressed a finger to your entrance and pulled away just enough to catch sight of your face.
âIâm okay,â you promised him, before he could ask. He hummed, acknowledging, and slowly began to pump his finger, getting you used to the motion. âI kinda get it,â you hummed, gasping as his thumb brushed your clit.
âMm, get what?â
Eddie pressed a second finger in, then, and his fingers were larger than yours. It was a bit of a stretch, a little more than you were used to, but it was nice and you told him as much as you leaned in to nip his jaw. âWhy people like this, why my friends talk about it all the time.â
A quiet laugh filled your ears as he began to work you open, careful to prepare you. âGood. Glad this hasnât put you totally off sex forever,â he teased, before he brushed his thumb over your clit and earned himself another moan. âGlad youâre not totally questioning why the fuck you thought trusting me with this was a good idea,â he laughed.
âI trust you with everything,â you promised, gasping as he began to work his fingers a touch faster and pressed a spot that made your head spin. âOh, fuck.â
âThere?â Eddie grinned, pleased to have found that spot, and made certain to pay special attention to it as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. âCâmon,â he urged, âmake some noise for me, sweetheart.â
With Eddieâs encouragement, and with the quickening press of his fingers into you, you found it easier and easier to make the noise he was hoping to hear. Though his space was limited, he made the most of it. He paid close attention to what made you gasp, what made you sigh, what made you moan. And with each swipe of his fingers, with every brush of his thumb over your clit, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper into him as the fire burning in your veins threatened to consume you entirely.
Though your friends warned you that much of it was over quick, you hadnât quite anticipated just how fast Edie would be able to push you over the edge. But after only a few moments of his eager ministrations, the press of his fingers and his thumb and the brush of his mouth over your heated skin, you found yourself falling over the edge with a cry of his name.
âThatâs it,â he encouraged, voice tight as he lifted his head to watch you - the part of your lips, the flutter of your lashes, the heave of your chest. âLook pretty, coming for me. Wanna make you do it again.â
The gravel in his voice, a rasp youâd never heard, made your head spin and your chest ache in a pleasant way as his fingers continued pressing, pushing you through the aftershocks. All that existed in your mind was him; Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.
Despite the difficulty you felt in catching your breath, it didnât matter. All that mattered was pulling him close and pressing your mouth to his.
Eddie easily gave in, allowed you to take your fill of him, and only removed his hand from between your thighs when you grasped his forearm. However, he didnât pull away entirely. He simply slipped his fingers beneath the band on either side and began to nudge the fabric down.
Without breaking the kiss, you shimmied out of the fabric - no longer caring about being entirely exposed, only caring about having him closer. In the midst of the kiss, Eddie shifted, arm reaching out blindly and swiping at his nightstand. He caught a few stray items, knocked them from the table with a clatter, and you laughed as you broke the kiss.
âWhatâre you looking for, Eds?â
With a bit of space between you, he eagerly pulled away just enough to tug his own shirt off - up, over his head, joining the fabric on the floor - before shoving his shorts down his thighs. He wasnât wearing any boxers and you felt hesitant to glance down, despite the permission he gave you. No matter how comfortable he made you, some things still felt like too much for the first time, especially when youâd been half-certain you would lose your virginity in some dark room and now you could see Eddie all too well.
âCondom,â he answered, grinning when you flustered. âDonât suppose you have one in your bag, sweetheart?â
âCanât say I do. Wasnât exactly expecting⊠this.â In fact, it was the last thing youâd been expecting from your visit to Eddieâs. However, you werenât going to complain.
âGood unexpected?â He turned his full attention to the nightstand, then, shuffling through drawers and you laughed as you hummed your agreement.
âTotally.âÂ
A metallic jingle caught your attention and as Eddie shuffled through the items in the nightstand in search of a condom, you searched for the source of the sound. A pair of silver hoops, hanging on a hook near the bed, caught your eye and you inhaled a shaking breath.
ââŠare those handcuffs?â
Eddie laughed, the noise quickly covered with a triumphant hum as he found the foil packet, before his full attention returned to you. There was an easy amusement in his eyes, warm and bright, as he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. âDonât worry about those right now, sweetheart,â he urged. âEyes on me, yeah?"
âCan I worry about them later?â The question was teasing, tinged with only a touch of nerves as Eddie settled between your spread thighs and allowed one large hand to softly grip the plush flesh.
âHavenât even fucked you yet and youâre already thinking about next time,â he teased with a grin. âIâm creating a monster.â
âYour monster.â
That brilliant smile remained, bright and wide, as he leaned in to press his lips to yours. âMy monster,â he agreed, words mumbled against your lips. He kissed you, stealing the breath from your lungs and leaving you boneless beneath him, before he breathed a gentle reminder. Those soft eyes met yours as he said, âWe donât have to do this. If youâve changed your mind, if you wanna wait, thatâs okay.â
âI want this. No one Iâd rather do this with.â
Eddie shifted closer, then, rested more of his weight atop you and shifted so that the tip of his cock bumped your aching clit. When you inhaled sharply, fingers pressing harshly into his shoulders, Eddie shifted his hips and notched the head of his cock at your entrance. And with a final nod of your head, he pressed forward.
The immediate experience was almost expected - your friends told you that it would hurt, that the first time wasnât much fun. Only, it wasnât so much pain as it was discomfort. There was no blinding pain, no tears, just an odd sensation that made you squirm. There was a sharp pinch, a sensation youâd never felt before, but it was bearable.
And you told Eddie as much when he lifted a hand to your cheek and asked, âHow you doinâ, sweetheart?â
âFine,â you assured him, still a touch breathless as he pressed closer. âDoesnât feel good yet but it doesnât hurt.â
Eddie leaned in, pressed a kiss to your cheek - to your nose, to your jaw, to your forehead - before pressing a kiss to your lips. âSorry,â he said, though he didnât sound very sorry at all. âItâll feel good in a minute, when you get used to it.â
As difficult as it seemed, you believed him. You knew that he was right, and that he would do his best to make sure you were comfortable, so you simply tangled your fingers in his hair and buried your face in the crook of his neck to leave soft, open-mouthed kisses against the heated skin.
After a moment, Eddie was fully sheathed inside, body pressed to yours as he waited for you to give him the okay to move. As you adjusted, the kiss grew more heated and his hands wandered, returning to your core as his thumb found your aching clit.
When you jolted, clenched around him, Eddie broke the kiss. âFuck me,â he laughed, tipping his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck. âPromise Iâm not always ready to blow this quick. Youâre just so fucking tight.â
âFlattery,â you teased, breathless as you tugged playfully at his hair. ââSâokay. You can move.â
With your permission, Eddie began to experimentally shift his hips. He moved slowly at first, pulling out only an inch or two, before he began to move in earnest.Â
The pace was slow, easy, but with every shift of his hips, the better it got. The discomfort began to fade, giving way to a fullness that was more pleasant than you expected. And with his thumb brushing your clit, gathering the slick, you felt yourself enjoying it more and more.
âYou know,â he hummed, lips brushing your skin as he continued shifting his hips almost experimentally, âitâs kinda hot, how much you trust me. âSâlike youâre in love with me or something.â
âUnfortunately, I am.â It was so soft, so fond, that Eddie couldnât seem to find a teasing reply. The words were accompanied by a sticky warmth in your chest, so glad to have your feelings out in the open and returned.
The way Eddie treated you made the warmth that much more pleasant. He made your enjoyment a priority, eyes on your face as he watched for any signs of discomfort. Even as his pace grew faster, hips snapping into yours - driving deeper, pulling out farther - now that youâd adjusted, he still kept his full attention on you.
And when you felt yourself beginning to fall over the edge for the second time, he hummed in encouragement. âThatâs it, sweetheart,â he breathed, only just beginning to show how affected he was, voice wavering and breath a little labored. âCome for me. Sound so pretty when you do.â
After a few more snaps of his hips, you fell over the edge and Eddie was quick to follow with a low curse.
The high was unlike any youâd ever felt. It flooded your veins with fire, scorched you from within, and you swore you saw stars as you rode out your high. Eddie buried his face in the crook of your neck to catch his breath and, after a moment of desperately attempting to catch your own, you carded your fingers through his disheveled curls. He remained atop you - weight not quite fully pressed into you but enough for you to feel - for a few long moments before pulling out and tying off the condom. He stood, disappeared into the bathroom to toss it into the trash, before he returned and fell back into bed beside you.
âSo,â he hummed, bouncing onto the mattress with a laugh and tugging you into his side. âFirst time. Not some frat guy in the backseat of some fancy car, or in some shitty dorm room but, not bad?â
âNo,â you agreed, tipping your head to press a kiss to his collarbone. âNot bad. Not some frat guy but I think this was better.â
âYou think?â Eddie scoffed with faux outrage. âOkay, well, clearly weâre gonna have to do this again and again and again until you know that this was better.â
Though the night began with an insecurity, in that wonderful way of his, Eddie managed to turn it into a beautiful moment. And though you were starting college in the fall, you knew that you wouldnât be starting a virgin or searching for some frat boy to help you gain the experiences your friends so often spoke of. You would be starting college with a boyfriend and the knowledge that your love was requited. And you loved the idea that Eddie would be with you for every next step.
After all, what are boyfriends for?
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Author's Note: Slowly but surely going through the WIPs I have had for months. :)
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Eddie has a staring problem that you barely notice, though you share an aching, awful crush. One of you has to bend first, and itâs not who youâd expect. fem, 5kÂ
ditzy-ish reader, pining eddie, mutual pining, confessions, first kisses, fluff and hugging, idiots in love, mild states of undress
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Itâs a day fit for a funeral in Hawkins. Rain hammers his bedroom window like hailstones, plinking against the frame, condensation running down the panes in thick rivulets he soaks up with an old t-shirt.Â
Itâs supposed to be spring time. Green grass, flowers, a gentle humming sun to warm the back of his neck while he sits out on the couch on the porch, a hand-rolled cigarette between his fingers, the tip shimmering with heat.Â
But the rain pours. Heâs cleaned his room for the first time in a month, at least, and his back aches in the best way as he lays down amongst fresh sheets. His room feels strange when itâs organised, but he doesnât mind. He pictures the state of it through a second pair of eyes. This is a boy who cares about things, who takes care of them, who could take care of me, too.Â
Rain again rackets on the metal roof above. He and Wayne keep a couple hundred bucks stashed for the day the roof flies straight off âthey take turns hiding it, because cars break down and groceries get more expensive every year, but god will they need it, and so they safeguard it well.Â
He syphoned a little of the money recently with Wayneâs support. It was for a good cause.Â
âJesus,â Eddie murmurs to himself, not tired but feeling dull as the clouds outside eat the remaining sun.Â
Itâs depressing to be poor, and to lose a day trying to hide the evidence of an entire life in a small room. He could sleep a hundred years.Â
Heâs just finished pulling the sheets over his shoulder when somebody knocks on the front door. Wayne opens it three rooms away, the sound of the rain doubled.Â
He gives a startling shout, âEd! Your girl!âÂ
Eddie topples out of bed. Doesnât mean to, foot caught in the bottom of the sheets and stuck as he scrambles to slide out of the mess. Heâs begged Wayne not to call you that when youâre within earshot, but Wayneâs a mean (kind) old bastard (middle aged dad) who wants Eddie dead (happy, and in love).Â
âCome on in, girl. Youâre soaking.âÂ
âItâs raining.âÂ
âItâs pouring down. Did you walk here?âÂ
âTook my bike. Thought Iâd get struck by lightning in the car.âÂ
âHowâd you figure?âÂ
Eddie goes to grab the door handle and spins on his heel, staggering onto his bed and up against the wall, where a mirrored tray once used by Dio himself for rolling hangs from the wall. He checks his face in the polished surface, his warped mouth and nose, too small eyes, and swears to himself that one day heâll get a real mirror with a fully-functioning reflective surface.Â
Then he hops down off of the bed, causing a reverberation he knows traverses the entirety of the trailer floor. Eddie snatches a rare clean towel from his laundry chair and speeds down the hall.Â
âHello,â he says, more casual than he feels to find you unexpectedly in his house. âYouâre soaked.âÂ
You give a sweet smile. âItâs raining out, did you not know?âÂ
Your hair is dripping, water racing down the curves of your face to collect at your chin. Eddie can see the smudges of your makeup where itâs washing off as he wraps a towel around you, kohl on your cheeks, eyelashes turned to half-diamonds and sticky-looking. You grin at being covered, taking the towel from his fingers before he can dab you dry.Â
âWhy didnât you just call me?ââ
âI can never remember if your phone number ends in three or four.âÂ
âSeven. I wrote it down for you a hundred times.âÂ
You rub your eyes and spread all manner of glitter and shadow over your skin. You wipe your neck and the glitter spreads like an alien rash.Â
When you talk next, you shiver, âI lost it a hundred times, sorry. Is it okay that I'm here?âÂ
Wayne, whoâs been watching with a distinct sense of amusement from the couch, lets out a chesty laugh. âHoney, itâs always okay that youâre here on my account. And itâs my house.âÂ
âItâs fine.â Eddie turns your shoulder so he can mouth over it without being caught. Asshole.Â
Another laugh follows. Eddie would cut each of his fingers from his hand and then his hand from his wrist if it were something Wayne needed him to do, but that doesnât make him any less of an opportunistic asshole. If thereâs a way to fuck with Eddie, he tends to try it. He loves Eddie with all the tenacity of a father who loves his son, but Wayne got infected with little bitch disease or something and Eddie canât cure it.Â
âCan I please wash my face? I didnât expect to get soaked.âÂ
âDidnât you?â He regrets his flippancy quickly, leading you down the hall. âYou could take a shower. What do you think?âÂ
Youâve never showered here, but Eddieâs trying to, you know, date you. Romance you, get to cherish you, however anyone wants to say it. And itâs not a war of attrition, just a natural escalation of sharing, or a minimising of boundaries.Â
No, thatâs pervy, isnât it?Â
âI meanââ He starts to correct himself.Â
You interrupt with your answer, âYes, please, do you think I could? But I donât have anything to wear.â
âI have your purple hoodie in my room, and thereâs gotta be a pair of sweatpants here that fit you,â he says.Â
Theyâve got a whole bunch of clothes here that floated in from somewhere else, Eddieâs other friends or stuff theyâve bought by mistake. Heâs sure he can find something.
âYou have my hoodie?â you ask, black kohl spreading across the towel as you wipe your cheek.Â
Eddie only smelled it one time. When heâd realised you left it in his van he brought it in and folded it, waiting for the next time heâd see you to give it back, but that night heâd been getting out of the shower wondering if he could call you or if that was too soon, and your hoodie had been right there. So he stood there in his pyjama pants with his wet hair and he didnât think about picking your hoodie up, he just did, and when he pressed it to his face it still smelled of your perfume.Â
He put it back and felt like a loser for days.
âItâs in my closet, you left it in the van Monday,â he explains quickly, nudging you through the doorway of the bathroom.Â
The Munson bathroom is teeny tiny but not unnavigable. Thereâs a shower pressed to the far wall that could squeeze in two people, their toilet to the right, a sink basin opposite that with a medicine cabinet and just enough room for a dirty laundry box thatâs always, always full.Â
Eddie opens the shower and turns it on. âIt takes a while to get really hot but then itâs not hot for long, sorry. Thereâs my shampoo if you want it, and soap, and body wash. Sorry, none of it is super girly.âÂ
âSorry sorry,â you say, pretending to hit him in the stomach. âWhatâs with all the sorries, handsome? I canât wait to smell like a boy.âÂ
The way you say it. Eddie doesnât know what it is, but itâs why heâs crazy about you.Â
Probably shouldnât tell you that as you're taking off your jacket, though.Â
âIâll be right back,â he says.Â
Eddie heads out of the bathroom to their skinny linen cabinet hidden in the hallway. He grabs the last two towels from the middle shelf and takes pause, fabric starchy in his hands. Just be normal, he thinks, a pep talk from Eddie to Eddie. She hangs out with you all the time for a reason. She held your hand at the movies.Â
Eddieâs in better spirits when he remembers that. Your hand in his, your ring pushing his ring further down his finger, your cheek touching his shoulder as youâd leaned in and asked if he wanted some of your popcorn.Â
He opens the door without thinking, shower pattering against the perspex wall, your legs crossing tightly as he enters, turning yourself away from him.
âWoah!â you say, laughing.
âHoly crap.â The image of your red underwear immediately stamps itself into his mind as he pulls the door shut between you. They were really cute, red and white gingham, showcasing just the slightest curve of yourâ âI told you I was coming back!âÂ
âI thought youâd knock!â you laugh. âSorry I flashed you. At least I had my shirt on.âÂ
At least, he thinks wryly, shoving his arm through the gap in the door, heavy towels pulling at his fingers. His headâs about to snap off, it's turned so far away from the doorâs opening. âHere.âÂ
âIf you wanna see me naked so bad you can just ask,â you tease.Â
âTake the towels, loser.âÂ
You take the towels and he closes the door, preventing any more accidental creeping, and giving himself a reprieve. Gingham underwear. Wavy lettuce edgings kissing your skin.Â
Holy fuck. Being a person is so lame, Eddie thinks. He wants to have a crush on you purely, and yet seeing the way youâd crossed your legs to hide from him, smiling, he canât not think about kissing you âtouching you. If he doesnât get you laid out in his bed soon for some slow kissing heâs not gonna make it.
Eddie opens the strip vent above his window and prays it doesnât flood his whole room. Clean, it doesnât look half bad, he could bring you in here respectfully, you could stay the night without fearing for your life.Â
You take a quick shower. Heâs barely gotten over his nerves when youâre walking into his room, a towel around you, not a hint of shyness about you.Â
âYou didnât bring me anything to wear,â you explain.Â
Eddie just stares at you.Â
âEddie?â You wrap the towel tighter. âCome on, youâre staring at me.â
âSorry.â His mouth is bone dry.Â
âYou have my hoodie, right? Just need some pants.â You cross your arm tightly across your chest. âI donât usually notice when people are staring at me.â
âYou arenât usually naked in my room,â he says, genuinely and embarrassingly apologetic.Â
âIâm not naked. Come on, please? Do I have to wait outside the door?â you ask with a laugh.Â
Eddie stands up. Shakes his head hard, almost trips over himself trying to get to his dresser. He decides honesty will be best at this point, lest you think he has only one thing on his mind, âListen, Iâm sorry. Iâm just in my head about something and I wasnât expecting you to come out like that. Itâs not right. Youâre just⊠youâre really pretty.âÂ
âThank you.â He canât see you, sorting quickly through his middle drawer and all his miscellaneous pants for a pair heâs sure would fit, if he could just remember where it was. âWhat are you in your head about?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âEddie, are you okay?âÂ
âNo, no,â he moans, rubbing his face with his hand, ring scratching the bridge of his nose, âIâm not okay, princess, Iâm overheating or something, Jesus Christ.â He finally lays eyes on the sweatpants heâd been thinking of, grabs your hoodie from the top shelf and drops them both at the end of the bed. âIâll give you some privacy.âÂ
âI donât have any underwear.âÂ
âAnd thatâs something I canât fix,â he says, leaving the room in a hurry.Â
Eddie gets to the living room and keels over. His hair falls in his face, his shirt slides down his back. What the fuck is wrong with him?Â
Wayne, sliding his shoes on in the recliner, gives a start. âWhatâs wrong?â
Eddie lifts his head, yanking hair from his face, the skin of his under eyes pulled down harshly. âOh my god.â
Wayne wrinkles his nose.Â
âNo ones ever been such a pathetic excuse for a man before,â Eddie says.Â
âYour dadâs in jail,â Wayne points out. âAnd not for the impressive stuff.â
âIâm pathetic.âÂ
âYouâre fine. Youâre not supposed to be not pathetic, youâre twenty.âÂ
âIâm twenty one.âÂ
âThe extra year doesnât mean much. I know you think youâre all grown up, but youâre still an idiot.âÂ
Wayne stands and shrugs on the jacket laying over the armrest.Â
âWait, where are you going?âÂ
âI thought you were definitely gonna ask her?â Wayne asks knowingly. Thatâs what Eddie told him, after all. âNext time I see her, Wayne, Iâm asking her to go steady.âÂ
Eddie shakes his head. âYou canât leave.âÂ
âEddie.â Wayne gestures for Eddie to stop slouching like some fiend from a bad horror. âListen. I get that youâve always been sort of⊠behind everyone, but that doesnât mean you canât do it. She likes you. She biked here in a hurricane.â
âWhat if she says no?â he asks.Â
Truthfully, Eddieâs more scared of you saying yes.Â
Wayne shrugs. âGirl like thatâll still be your friend after. Itâll be fine, okay? Do you need a hug before I go?âÂ
âNo.â Eddie rubs his eyes some more, sore now from being touched. âMaybe.âÂ
Wayne crosses the room to give his shoulder a squeeze. âIt will be fine. Youâre great with rejection, Eds, but I have a good feeling about this one.âÂ
Eddie felt better about it, before he embarrassed himself staring at you. But Wayneâs right, even if Eddieâs read things wrong between you, heâs sure youâll still want to be his friend. You and Eddie are the same kind of weird, though heâs more angry where youâre carefree. If everything goes wrong, youâll probably just give an unnecessary apology and offer to braid his hair. Which will be torture, but Eddieâll still say yes.
Wayne calls goodbye, and you shout, âBye, Mr. Munson!â to which Wayne wiggles his eyebrows.Â
âGet lost,â Eddie says.Â
âGo make her a drink. Iâll see you later.âÂ
Thatâs not a bad idea. Eddie makes you a mix of orange and grapefruit juice with a couple of ice cubes and a plastic straw, your reaction predicted and then proved.Â
âItâs a cocktail,â you say, pleased, sitting on the side of his bed.Â
âItâs not a cocktail, just juice.âÂ
âCan I have some socks, please, Eddie?âÂ
Eddie passes you your drink, fingertips brushing. âYeah. Anything else?â He pretends to be exhausted as he trudges back over to his dresser.Â
You laugh and sip your drink. âNo, I think youâre treating me quite well.âÂ
Eddie grabs a random pair and finally gets to sit down beside you, the dresser drawer left out, a spare sock fallen to the floor. You shuffle back into his pillows, propping your juice on his side table, and holding your hands out for the socks. Again, your fingertips touch his as he passes them to you. You seem to enjoy it, a smile lighting your face as you pull your knees up to put the socks on.Â
âThank you for waiting on me,â you say quietly. Not shyly, just quiet.Â
âYouâre welcome. Came all this way to see me, didnât you?â He gives you a shove. You shuffle back further. âIn the pouring rain.âÂ
âIt felt important at the time.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
You get the socks on and donât care about them once they're past your heels. Eddie does the honour of smoothing out the bands so that the elastic wonât dig into your skin, and when heâs done he can feel you looking at him heavily. Youâre not one for continued eye contact, but you smile like you were waiting for it all day, like itâs a relief to see him.Â
âBad weather,â you say, slouching down. âI think Iâm still wet on the inside.âÂ
âGross,â Eddie says, pushing you over bodily to sit beside you. This isnât new, he doesnât need any nerves, and heâs grateful when they donât come. âHere, Iâll pull the blanket over you.âÂ
âCanât move,â you say, leaning back against the pillows.
Eddie stretches his legs out. You keep yours up, but you turn to his side, and before he can really make any sense of you, youâre dropping your face into his shoulder.Â
âAre you still cold?â he asks, searching for the truth in your strange comment.Â
You nod into his shoulder. âIâm freezing. The shower didnât get very hot.âÂ
âSorry,â he says, letting his cheek rest on your head.Â
You lift your chin as he does it, his lashes pressed to your forehead, the two of you stuck together like two warped jigsaw pieces. You probably werenât made to be together, but you make a nice picture, and you fit snugly now. Thatâs what Eddie thinks.Â
This is the sort of moment that makes Eddie wanna ask you out. Maybe youâre just the best friend heâs ever had, but something about this closeness feels different. You wrap your arm around his stomach in a hug and he knows this is different.Â
âItâs okay,â you say finally, sighing as you shift downward into his side, getting comfortable.Â
âPlease donât bike here in the rain. Itâs, like, torrential. You could actually get sick.âÂ
You feel warm where your body presses against his, but Eddie doubts thatâll make a difference if the cold already made you sick. The bike ride from your place to his isn't short. He covers your arm with his and tries to be your space heater, cheek sliding over your forehead.Â
âEddieâŠâ You hug him with tenderness. Eddieâs reluctant to say cuddle, but itâs close. âThis might be a surprise to you, but I think itâs worth the rain and the cold to see you. Especially when you do this.âÂ
âWhat am I doing?âÂ
âYouâre rubbing my arm.âÂ
He hadnât noticed his hand caressing up and down your arm where it rests on his stomach.Â
âYou make me feel amazing,â you say, dropping your face into his chest.Â
Thatâs his last straw. Eddie gets both arms around you and cuddles you (itâs a cuddle, okay! heâs a loser!) to him, arms tight but not cruel. All this fuss and youâre finally laying on top of him. He decides he wonât ask you after all. Heâs not that brave, and he doesnât want this to end.Â
Your legs fall onto him. You relax completely. Even after you shower he can smell your perfume.Â
âYou smell nice,â he murmurs.Â
âItâs on my hoodie,â you murmur back.Â
Right. Eddie should remember.Â
âYou make everything smell like you.â Even his van keeps your scent most days.Â
âToo much?âÂ
âThe right amount,â he says firmly.Â
You lay on his chest for a while, just breathing. Eddie rubs your back, tells himself he will ask, actually, because he canât imagine not getting to do this again. You might even stay over. He could live hours of this. He didnât know having you lay on him could make him feel like this.Â
He canât believe youâve never done it before.Â
Rain pounds the window. Condensation drips down onto the sill. You let your legs stretch out flat and then manoeuvre to be laying half atop him, hoodie riding up your back.Â
âAny warmer now?â he asks.
âYeah, youâre warming me up.â You lavish in his arms for a moment, and then lift your face. âOh, this is a bad angle.âÂ
âFor me or you?âÂ
âFor me, duh.âÂ
Eddie doesnât think you could have a bad angle. He rubs at your upper arm as you start to shift. âYou know, your bike has just as big a chance of getting hit by lightning as your car does. More, probably.âÂ
âYou think so?âÂ
âItâs physics. So, please donât do it again.âÂ
You hum. âHm, should I risk getting struck by lightning, or spend the evening without you?â you murmur, your arm moving, moving slowly, your hand resting gently on the column of his neck. Thereâs something ironic in your voice, wry, but your eyes are warm. Heâs paralysed. No one has ever spoken to him like you. âI think Iâd rather get struck by lightning.âÂ
You stare at one another. He laughs. You join in, your thumb a pressure at his neck, and when you move up his chest to lean in, he isnât expecting it.Â
âWeâre very close together,â you whisper.Â
âSuper close,â he whispers back.Â
ââŠEddie, can I ask you something?â Your eyes slip shut, your lips so close that something in him aches, just enough wit about him to cup your shoulders in his forearm.Â
âYeah.âÂ
He doesnât sound half as calm as you do.Â
âWould you⊠Do you think we could be official? Would you want that?â You tilt your head to the side. âIs that stupid?âÂ
âOfficial?â he asks, panicked, his eyes squeezed shut hard enough for a moment that they ache.
âLike, youâd be my boyfriend. Iâd be your girlfriend. Weâd be close like this all the time.âÂ
Eddie panics so hard he just says the first thing that comes into his head, âLike, weâd kiss?âÂ
âI hope so,â you say, your nose pressing against his, the tip to the side of his, and then against his nostril. The heat of your breath is hard to ignore. âWhat do you think?âÂ
What does Eddie think about it?Â
He catches your lips in a slow kiss. Achingly slow, not even sure itâs a kiss until you reciprocate, and your fingers dig behind his neck to tease his hair. Your lips part against his, the heat of your tongue sudden and undeniable âEddie didnât know you had it in you. He squeezes you to him, attempting to crane his neck downward, reliant on your enthusiasm as you move up, as you use his neck to pull yourself closer.Â
Your noses crush together, and it actually hurts. âSorry,â he says, easing you back, âyou okay?âÂ
ââNother kiss,â you say hopefully, distractedly.Â
He canât not give it to you.Â
Your hand spreads flat against his chest and you kiss, you kiss, long and slow movements against him before turning your head to take it again. Eddie doesnât always know what to do with himself, but he knows kissing, no matter what anybody might think about him, and he takes the lead.Â
His hand screws into a fist against your hoodie, the slip of your back further exposed as you shiver into his mouth, a sound you shouldnât make sweet on his tongue.Â
You pull away, breath on his lips. âWanted you to kiss me for so long,â you murmur.Â
Eddie knows youâre not saying it to flirt, and that makes it worse.Â
âI shouldâve kissed you a long time ago,â he says roughly.Â
âYou wanted to?âÂ
âYeah. Yeah, so much, Iâm a loser about youââ
âIâm always a loser,â you interrupt, âbut especially about you.âÂ
You scratch your fingers through his hair, encouraging his head down for another kiss. This one rougher but not rough, his arm slips finally behind your head where heâd needed it to be, hooking you in his elbow to keep you in one place. To kiss you soundly, without interruption. Your almost feverish ebbing inward is a dream, your nose rubbing up against his is a fantasy.Â
His heart hammers and hammers at his ribs.Â
You pull away to let him breathe. âYouâre very excited,â you tease lightly.Â
Eddie kisses you, breathless. He kisses you so much heâs surprised you allow it, but your thumb rubs his cheek, and he knows heâd been right all along. You want him like he wants you, with startling, mildly pathetic urgency.Â
He feels like a fucking prince. Girl of his dreams in his lap, everything he wants, and he didnât even have to ask.Â
â
Eddie spends a week in bliss. Youâre suddenly everywhere, all the time, attached to his hip or some other part of him, and he forgets for seven whole days that he bought you a ring.Â
The rain dries up, the Munson emergency fund lives to die another day, and he remembers the ring only minutes before youâre knocking at his door.Â
He trips over himself trying to answer it before Wayne, whoâs taken to being as painfully embarrassing as is possible for one human being, can get it for him.Â
âOne day youâre gonna eat shit and break your nose,â Wayne says.Â
Eddie yanks open the door. âYeah, thanks. Hey, beautiful, whatâs with the sunglasses?âÂ
You slide them down your nose. Youâre a vision on his front step, not that youâd ever notice your own intrigue. âThe sunglasses?â you ask, tucking them away. âWhat do you think theyâre for? Three guesses.âÂ
He grabs your waist, leaning down out of the doorway so as to save Wayne the agony. âThatâs smart,â he says, kissing you quickly in hello. âYouâre funny. Need anything before we go?âÂ
âNo, Iâm okay. Hi, Mr. Munson!â you add.
âHey, honey! How are you?â Wayne calls.
You look up into Eddieâs face with an obvious delight. âIâve never been better.âÂ
Eddie grins back.Â
He waves a quick goodbye to Wayne and then heâs out the door. You grab his wrist and practically dance him to the car, where you offer your keys, and he deigns to drive. From there itâs smooth sailing, familiarity with a better twist, Eddie driving with the windows down and your hands twined on your thigh. Things havenât changed much since you asked him to go steady, thereâs just a whole lot more of this. Touching, kissing, no weird guilt about staring.Â
As it turns out, youâre as eager to be laid out in his bed as he is to lay you out. Heâs never wanted to kiss you more, and now heâs allowed.Â
âEyes on the road.âÂ
He leans over to kiss your cheek. The sun has warmed your skin, and his kiss makes you smile. You look pretty no matter the weather.Â
âBefore we get there, I have something to give you.â He takes his hand from yours to slide the box from his pocket. He holds it up. âBut you can only have it if you swear youâll call me tonight before bed. No excuses. You know exactly what number to call.âÂ
âEnds with a three,â you say, nodding.Â
He sighs. âNo, it does not.âÂ
âIâm kidding! Two one nine seven, I have now committed it to memory.âÂ
Eddie pays attention to the road, though itâs clear and long heading out of the trailer park and into town. âThat deserves a gift.âÂ
Youâre back in your glitters today, a skirt to enjoy the fine weather, a button shirt with a cute triangle collar, youâre lovely as ever, if a tad much for some. Not Eddie. He loves the dark clothes, the tinkling bracelets, the fun way you smile like everything he says is a secret between him and you. People stare wherever you and Eddie go, but as long your arm is sewn through his he couldnât care less.Â
âA gift,â you say, smiling in your way, and taking the box politely. âI donât think I deserve it for just remembering your number.âÂ
âYou deserved it for less. Itâs not much. You can pay me back in three or four amazing kisses. Right here.â He points to the tight juncture beneath his jaw.Â
You attempt to lean over and kiss him immediately. He pushes you back, laughing, worsened by your own breathless laughter as you steal one exactly where heâd tapped.Â
You settle back down, Eddieâs hand dropping kindly to your knee. âI wonder what it is,â you say.Â
âThen open it.âÂ
âI am!â You pop the box open, itâs springing hinge snapping into place. âOh, woah. Woah. Where did you get this?âÂ
Itâs a slim ring, with a weirdly shaped band of quality metal around some cheaper but not totally worthless gemstones, of which there are three different colours: a topaz orange, a lime green, and a pinky-red ruby colour centre stage. They have nice cuts. Itâs strange as you are, and he knew when he saw it youâd have to have it.Â
âIf I put it on my marriage finger, are we engaged?â you tease.Â
âThat one would be way heavier,â he says, giving you a squeeze.Â
You slide it onto your middle finger and hold your hand up in the sunshine. It fits in with your other ring nicely, though it is, to Eddieâs pride, far prettier.Â
He has half a mind to pull over and kiss each knuckle, but heâs trying to be less dramatic about you. Itâs not working.Â
âThank you, Eddie. I love it.âÂ
âBest boyfriend ever?â he asks hopefully.Â
To his mild fear but better pleasure, you climb up onto the console to press three quick kisses to his cheek and jaw, your hand under his ear holding him in tender place. âBest boyfriend ever. Even if you stare too much.âÂ
âHow am I supposed to not?â he asks, with more weight than heâs intended.Â
You speak matter of factly for the first time in your life. âI am going to cause an accident,â you promise, attempting to kiss his nose. âA bad one.âÂ
âSit down, please.â He lets you kiss his nose, and then jabs you in the side. âSit down, oh my god! Thatâs not funny, youâre so pretty I will total your car.âÂ
âNow whoâs not funny?âÂ
You both laugh at the same time, the unfiltered, un-cute cackling of two idiots with the same sense of humour, and the same wealth of ridiculous honeymoon love.Â
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singledad!eddie Ă female!reader
warnings: smut, +18, breeding kink, no condom, use of alcohol, dub-con!!
Part. 2
Singledad!Eddie who tries his best to be a good single dad. He takes his little baby to his job at the record store, where he spends several hours a day to earn a salary high enough to buy diapers and powdered milk.
Until one afternoon you saw him in the trailer park with his baby and you couldn't help but come over to admire the little girl. You bent down to pick it up, neglecting yourself and quickly flashing your boobs at Eddie, who from that moment on didn't stop thinking about you.
You kindly offered to take care of his baby on the afternoons when Eddie worked overtime at work. You really loved babies and you imagined that Eddie was really exhausted considering he was a single father. At first he denied, not wanting to take advantage of your good intentions, but when you insisted that it wasn't a problem while looking at him with your bright eyes, he couldn't help but say yes.
After work, Eddie would knock on the door of your trailer to look for his little baby who was babbling with excitement when she saw him and you couldn't stop telling him how well she had behaved. As the days went by, you invited him into your trailer and served him a nice plate of warm food for dinner while you fed his baby with a warm feeding bottle. That drove Eddie even more crazy, who began to fantasize about the idea of ââhaving a small family with you and that it would become a routine. For that, he had to get you pregnant.
From then on, Eddie took advantage of every slightest excuse to see you and have you close to him. Did he need help putting his baby on a diaper? He was knocking on your door. Did he need help making a bottle of warm milk? He was knocking on your door. Did he need help giving his baby a cute hairstyle? He was knocking on your door.
Until one night, his baby wouldn't stop crying and he went straight to look for you.
"Little Lily doesn't want to go to sleep.." He explained, holding the little baby who couldn't stop crying while you entered his trailer. "I already gave her a bottle and even changed her diapers but I don't know what's going on!" He explained with exaggerated concern.
Your heart clenched as you heard the girl crying and how tired Eddie looked. "Oh! Poor little girl!" You murmured, approaching them and rubbing the little girl's back. "Do you have her pacifier handy?" you asked looking around his trailer.
"It is in her crib." He spoke remembering where he had left it.
You grabbed the little baby who rushed towards you, used to your scent and your secure hold. Eddie walked to the end of his trailer and you followed behind him, even with Lily crying intensely. The room was divided with pastel colors and bright toys on one side (obviously the baby's side), and a darker setting with rock posters on the other (Eddie's side).
"Here it is!" He exclaimed, approaching you and delicately placing the pacifier in the girl's mouth. Lily immediately stopped crying and began to suck on the light pink pacifier.
"That was what she needed" You smiled as you wiped the little girl's tears with one of your hands.
You both left the girl in the crib and half closed the door in case she cried again. Eddie walked you to the living room and bought you a beer, hoping that you would stay with him a little longer. You shared several beers until you were quite drunk and he was efficiently horny to take a step forward with you.
The kisses and caresses increased to the point where he had you naked under him in the mating press position. The summer heat made both of your bodies wet and his cum-filled balls slapped loudly against your butt. His thrusts were short but strong, giving you a rush of pleasure every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix, wanting to make you pregnant.
"Shit, baby.. You're so tight and wet, I bet you love fucking the single dad, huh?" his voice was agitated and low enough not to wake little Lily. You tried to respond but no coherent words came out of your mouth, only moans cut off by his aggressive thrusts.
Eddie took your hands and brought them above your head, immobilizing you almost completely. "I'm going to fuck you until your legs stop working- and you have to stay here with me forever.." He pressed your foreheads together, feeling his breath on your face. "...I'm going to make you my wife and you'll be here when I get home from work, in your slutty dresses, holding Lily in your arms... and with your stomach inflated with my baby inside you" you moaned loudly when you heard him and your legs took him. They hugged his waist tightly, bringing him closer to you.
Eddie used his free hand and brought it to your clit, massaging it vigorously and feeling how your walls enveloped his fat cock. "Keep your voice down, mommy, we don't want Lily to wake up before i get you pregnant..." he murmured and then silenced you with a rough, wet kiss.
"You're going to give me a beautiful baby, a little brother for my Lily..." at this point you could only nod your head like a fool, dazed by the pleasure and all the information. "Oh shit, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum inside you and you're going to carry my baby with you..!"
After that meeting, both of you continued with your routines but without talking about what had happened, until one day you were the one who knocked on his door. In your left arm you held Lily and in your right hand you had a pregnancy test. Positive.
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what are friends for? - e.m.
best friend eddie munson x fem reader
18+ ONLY MDNI
warnings: period talk/period blood, eddie is the sweetest as always, grinding, fingering, one singular use of daddy
a/n: thank you to @callsignraver for the title idea đ€ the eddie edit was made by me! you can use it, just please credit my side blog (strangergraphics), if you do. now enjoy xx.
âCome on, sweetheart. You can tell me,â he sounds so sincere, which is why you canât even look at him.
Because looking at him would just open a set of floodgates that you arenât prepared to deal with right now.
Looking at him is only going to fuel the fire that is raging in your lower abdomenâ that was lit the moment you stepped foot in the trailer.
A fire that heâs been steadily stoking with each brush of his fingertips against yours as you reach for more popcorn. Or when his knee bumps casually into yours as he shifts on the small sofa.
Which for someone as fidgety as Eddie Munsonâ was a lot.
âI promise Iâm not gonna laugh or anything, just tell me whatâs wrong.â
Your best friend had been able to pick up on the shift in your mood almost immediately. But he chose not to comment on it until now, unable to handle it any longer.
But how in the hell were you supposed to tell him that itâs his fault? That heâs driving you crazy?
That you want nothing more than to have his fingers buried inside you?
âYou wouldnât get it,â you sigh, shifting your body further away from him on the sofa.
Clinging onto the arm for dear life as you pretend to watch the clash of light sabers on the tv screen.
His snort has your eyes rolling.
âTry me.â
Your hands move up to rub your temples, eyes slipping shut.
âItâs a dumb girl thingââ
He jumps up off the sofa before you can even finish your sentence, returning from the bathroom mere moments later with a bottle of Advil in tow.
Eddie doesnât register your confused expression as he stands before you, holding out the bottle.
âCramps, right?â he asks, a kind smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You feel embarrassed, because of course thatâs what he would think. Heâs heard you drone on and on about it over the years. He only wants to help, like the kind friend that is he is.
Friend, being the keyword here.
âI umâŠâ you mumble, taking the bottle from his outstretched hand.
You attempt to ignore the heat that continues to pool in between your thighs as you stare at the veins protruding from his hand. The way his thick fingers were previously gripping onto the pill bottle.
How they would feel gripping your inner thighsâŠ.
No. Stop it.
You mentally scold yourself, chewing on your lower lip as he takes a seat on the sofa.
âI appreciate it, but thatâs not the issue.â
Now heâs the one who looks confused, leaning forward as he scratches at the stubble on his jaw.
âThen what is it?â he prods.
Eddie knocks his knee into yours again, tingles shooting up your spine from the subtle touch.
âItâs just, Iâm feelingâŠâ
âTired?â
âNo.â
âBloated?â
âNo!â
âHangryââ
âHorny!â you shout, startling you both, âIâm horny.â
Your voice has gone soft, a near whisper compared to your previous volume. The air around you is suddenly thicker, and you are once again unable to meet his gaze.
âOh,â he says after a long pause.
âYeah, oh.â
You feel the tips of your ears warming as you continue to stare down at your lap. The beginning chords of the imperial march are the only thing filling the uncomfortable silence between you.
âI mean, I could always help you,â he replies finally.
His words cause your eyes to shoot up in surprise, your head turning to meet his molten hues.
âThatâsâ I wouldnât ask you to do that, Ed.â
His ringed hand suddenly reaches over to rest on your knee, fingers slipping beneath the rips in your jeans.
âWhat if I want to?â
Now youâre the one rendered speechless.
âWhat if I have wanted to⊠for a long time,â he continues, his other hand reaching up to cup your cheek.
His thumb brushes over your lower lip, determination in his eyes as he leans further into your space. You canât help how your body gravitates towards him, your hands clutching onto the soft cotton of his t-shirt.
You can feel the way his breath mingles with yours, nicotine and movie theater butter. But itâs the flecks of honey in his eyes that break down your remaining defenses.
You answer him with a kiss, lightly pressing them to his. Testing the waters. Eddie eagerly deepens it, pulling you in closer until youâre in his lap. Your thighs bracket his hips, his hands encircling your waist.
The kiss becomes heated, faster than either of you are prepared for. You lower your hips harder onto his lap, inhaling his soft gasp as your bodies meld together. His grip tightens on your hips as you eagerly grind yourself against his crotch, welcoming the friction.
âHold on, baby.â He groans again, his large hands stopping any further movement.
Baby.
Heâs never called you that before.
Your lower lip juts out in a pout as he maneuvers you off of his lap, and back onto the soft cushions of the sofa. The male quickly sinks to his knees, his hands splaying across the tops of your thighs as he works himself between them. He chuckles at your expression, shaking his head slightly.
âPatience, pretty girl,â he hums as his hands slide further up your thighs until they reach the button on your jeans. âLetâs get these off, yeah?â
Your nerves suddenly kick back into gear, despite the flames continuing to lick your skin. Eddie has become so tuned into your emotions over the years that he can sense this new shift immediately. This was an emotion he has seen plenty of times, but it was never because of him.
The notion has his hands freezing as they hover over the closure of your jeans.
âShit, did I do something wrong?â
You quickly shake your head, letting out a nervous laugh. âI just⊠donât wanna make a mess.â
His expression softens as you gesture to the tan sofa beneath you. The male rises to his feet without another word, darting over to the laundry basket that is seated on top of their washing machine. He digs through a pile of clothes until he finds whatever heâs searching for.
A dark maroon towel.
He clutches the soft fabric in his hands as he makes his way back to you, resuming his previous position between your legs. He sets it next to you, his brown eyes nervously shifting between your thighs and your face.
âYou can touch me, Eds,â you say, carefully taking his hands in yours to guide them up to the clasp on your jeans.
Eddie doesnât need to hear anything else.
He makes quick work of removing your jeans, tugging the denim down your thighs. His eagerness has you giggling, the tops of his cheeks flushing a light pink even in the muted light.
He pauses for a moment, leaning back as he drinks in your newly exposed skin. His eyes darken even further as his calloused fingers grip the hem of your cotton panties.
âGod, take them offâ please,â you whine, no longer caring if you sound pathetic.
Youâve waited far too many years for this to happen, and your patience has finally run out. Eddie chuckles, sliding your panties (pad and all) down your thighs. The male carelessly tosses them over his shoulder, ignoring your small protest.
âLift up,â he hums, motioning you to guide your hips up.
He easily slides the towel beneath you, letting your body relax against the plush material. Eddie gently rests his hands over the tops of your thighs once more, beginning to spread them even wider. Your cheeks warm as his eyes zero in on your core, whining softly as he licks his lips.
âChrist,â he breathes, inhaling deeply as he notes the way your arousal shines in the glowing light of the tv.
He leans back for a moment, dark eyes flicking up to meet your gaze as he slowly slides each of those gaudy rings off his fingers. Eddie takes his time in doing so, the clink of metal echoes in your ears as he gathers them in his palm.
âGimme your hand,â he says softly, but the command in his voice lingers all the same.
You hold out your left hand towards him, ignoring the way it trembles as he begins to slide each of his large rings onto your fingers. His dimples indent his cheeks as he grins, carefully lifting your knuckles to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to each one, ensuring that he keeps his eyes trained on you as he does so.
âKeep those safe for me, sweetheart.â
He winks playfully, leaning forward to brush his lips over the bare skin of your shin. His hands hook under your knees, allowing you to drape your legs over his shoulders. His movements have slowed drastically, taking his time before his fingers finally dip between your thighs.
Your soft gasp spurs him on, his fingers running through your drenched folds. He gathers your arousal on his fingertips, dragging them up to encircle over your swollen bud. You let your body relax against the couch cushions, allowing your eyes to slip shut as he continues his gentle touches.
But as soon as his touch startsâ it stops just as fast.
A whine spills past your lips as his large hands wrap around the meat of your thighs and squeeze.
âEyes on me, baby,â he coos, pressing his lips to the curve of your knee.
His teeth lightly nip at the skin there, causing your eyes to flutter back open.
âYes, sir,â you giggle as he groans.
His fingers are back on you before you have time to mention his reaction, circling your entrance before dipping inside slowly. It causes your breath to hitch, his middle finger able to stretch you out better than any of yours ever have.
Eddie curses under his breath as he adds another, your body almost greedily sucks him in. Your hand instinctively reaches forward to grip onto his bicep. The rings that adorn your hand are biting into his skin, the thought alone makes his jeans impossibly tighter.
âGod, youâre so wet,â he moans, guiding his fingers even deeper inside you.
You reply with a soft whine, your thoughts entirely too jumbled to provide him with anything else. His eyes have momentarily dropped from your face to where his fingers are nestled inside you. He slides them back out, admiring the sticky pink mixture thatâs coating his thick digits.
âEddie, donât tease,â you huff, guiding your hips back towards his awaiting hand.
Your impatient attitude has him chuckling, those dark hues flicking up to meet yours again.
âOh, you want these back, baby?â He taunts, his other hand gripping onto your thigh as he eases three of the digits inside your entrance.
The brunette holds them there, enjoying the way your body begins to squirm beneath him. Taunting you.
âGo on, say it, sweetheart.â
He raises a brow at you, slightly pushing his fingers in deeper, before he quickly retracts them with your continued silence. Repeating the action.
âI wantâŠâ you start, but the curl of his fingers makes you lose your train of thought.
âHmm, you want what?â he prods.
He completely removes them from your entrance, ignoring your pleading eyes as he slides them back up to dance around your clit.
Your soft mewl of his name does nothing to deter his actions, it only slows them.
âCome on, use that pretty little head of yours,â he hums as the tips of his fingers graze over your swollen bud.
âGod, justâ please!â your voice raises an octave, taking on a breathy quality.
The corner of his mouth pulls up in a smirk as he tilts his head at you. His fingers dip lower, circling over your puckered hole.
âYa know, while I usually prefer something along the lines of master⊠or even daddy,â he muses, noting how your breath hitches.
âGod, sure has a nice ring to it.â
His head falls back as he laughs, a playful pout adorning his lips as you swat at him. Those simmering embers have quickly morphed into a raging fire, ready to engulf you both in the flames.
âEddie, I swear to God. If you donât put those fingers back inside me, I willââ
The rest of your threat gets caught in your throat as he thrusts his fingers back in, a strangled moan takes their place.
âSee, was that so hard, princess?â he teases.
You donât answer him, instead grinding your hips down to meet his palm. Eddie pumps his fingers faster, his thumb pressing onto your clit. The wet squelch that follows has him moaning, nuzzling his face against your knee.
Your hand releases his bicep, slipping down his arm to tangle your fingers together. He holds them tightly, beginning to curl the others inside you. The calloused tips brush against your sweet spot, pulling another whine from your throat.
âOh, right there,â you pant, chest heaving as his thumb firmly massages your clit.
That fire continues to burn brighter with each thrust of his fingers, ready to swallow you whole.
âThatâs it,â he grins, watching in awe as you make a mess of his fingers, streaks of red and pink dripping down his knuckles.
âMakinâ such a mess fâme, baby.â
You barely register his words as your back arches up off the sofa. Your eyes squeeze shut as white hot pleasure bursts behind your eyelids. His rings dig into your skin from how tightly youâre grasping him, legs trembling as he coaxes you through your high.
Your ears are ringing as you finally collapse into the lumpy cushions, whining as he continues to gently thrust his fingers inside you.
âCome âere,â you mumble, eyes fluttering open to meet his.
His cheek is smushed against your inner thigh, only breaking your heavy lidded stare to slide his fingers out of you. He hums, carefully lifting his fingers towards the dim light from the tv. He rubs them together, gazing in utter fascination at the sticky strings they leave behind.
You already miss his warmth, tugging playfully on his unruly curls to grab his attention. He chuckles, wiping his fingers on the towel beneath you before heâs hovering over your body. Hips pressed into yours, not caring if you make a mess on the front of his pants.
âThank you,â you whisper, twirling one of his curls around your ringed finger.
âNo need to thank me, sweetheart.â He grins down at you, his dark eyes almost sparkling.
âBesidesâŠâ he pauses, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. âWhat are friends for?â
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My First Kiss (E.M.)
PT: II coming soon
Summary: Eddie finds out youâve never kissed anyone before and offers to teach you.
Warnings: Minors DNI!!! Kissing, some light touching, cursing.
A/N: this was supposed to be a short one haha. Not edited!
âIt was traumatic! She left saliva all over my face, maybe she was part dogâ Eddie dramatizes, hands swinging wildly, the tv playing low in the background. You canât help but laugh along as if you understand. All you can really do is imagine.
You cant help the look of disgust on your face before smiling.
âOh yeah your battle scars run deepâ you giggle pushing his thigh with your foot.
âI feel like itâs worse for girls, isnât it?â He asks.
You quickly look down, cheeks blooming red like a spring flower in the morning.
âI- u-uh uhmâ Iâ you stutter.
Eddieâs eyes furrow, itâs incredibly uncharacteristic for you to be this flustered especially after knowing you so long.
âI- I wouldnât knowâ you mumble, shaking your hair out and curtaining yourself away from your best friend.
âYou want me to teach you?â He asks, his tone a lot raspier than you remember two seconds ago.
âW-what? N-no thatâd be weirdâ you stammer as your gaze snaps up towards Eddie.
âCâmon itâs just a kiss, it doesnât have to mean anything or change anythingâ he says, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. Something so normal for the two of you that now feels weirdly charged. You stare at him like a fish out of water, mouth open, eyes wide as you contemplate.
âYou can trust me, sweetheartâ he says softly. Your eyelashes flutter, you hate that your stomach flips when he cups your cheek.
âI know, I knowâ jusââ you swallow hard looking up at him.
âWe donât have to do anything you donât want. Iâll always take care of youâ he says softly.
âItâs not gonna change anything? Youâll still be you and Iâll still be me?â You ask, heart thumping hard against your ribcage.
âYeah, just me and you. Alwaysâ he murmurs.
âOkay,â you whisper after a beat.
His fingers weave through your hair, his touch gentle, as he cradles the back of your head. You twist your bodies, the angle awkward but not as awkward as you feel.
"Okay," He echoes, his tone soft. His gaze holds yours, his attention intense, as he commits himself to making this experience good for you. With a tender smile, he tilts his head, his lips inches from yours, as he prepares to take your first kiss. Your breath hitches, hands fisting his shirt.
His mouth hovers above yours, his warm breath dancing across your skin, as he senses your nervousness. He pauses, his lips barely grazing yours, as he allows you to anchor yourself. His fingers tighten in your hair, his grip reassuring, as he remains motionless, waiting for your cue.
Your breath shakes as you your lips approach his, eyes clamming shut, gasping when your lips press against his. You end up tugging at his shirt, Eddie grunts as his arm slips pressing his body into yours.
âEasy, sweetheartâ he says pulling away from your mouth when he realizes youâre shaking.
âYouâre safe with me,â he runs his fingers through your hair, trying to calm your frazzled nerves.
âIâm okay- Iâm okay. Just wasnât expecting thisâ you say.
âShitâ he looks down, moving off of you.
âSorryâ he straightens out his shirt. You donât miss the light dusting of pink on the tips of his ears.
You smile softly when you realize despite his usual suave manner heâs also nervous.
âSâkayâ you hum, letting yourself fall back onto the couch. You can feel his gaze burning through you. As the silence rings loud in Eddieâs trailer the awkwardness starts to grow. This sense of dread starts pressing into your chest, itâs almost suffocating. You sit up abruptly, startling Eddie in the process.
âJesus Christ!â He says clutching his chest.
âSorryâ you laugh, feeling the tension lighten instantly.
âWhy were you sitting up like youâre fuckingâŠPazuzu?â He asks, struggling to cross his legs on the small couch. You shift back to give him more room.
âNothing, just wanted to try againâyou try to say nonchalantly, totally not like your heart beat is in your throat and you want to vomit with anxiety.
âOh, yeah?â He says, that smile back on his lips. The one youâve accustomed to seeing whenever he proves you wrong or beats you at skeeball.
You roll your eyes, âyeah but only if you donât crush me in the process again.â
âIâm a growing boy!â He protests, moving to sit against the couch cushions again.
âYouâre twenty five,â you deadpan.
âAnd yet you still want you kiss meâ he grins, grabbing your elbow and pulling you towards him gently.
âTechnically you asked to kiss me so I think you want to kiss me moreâ you tease, crawling over to him.
âMaybe I doâ he smiles grabbing your hip and bringing your leg over his until youâre straddling him.
âYeah rightâ you chuckle, brushing his hair back. You feel the way his hands slide down your hips to wrap around the backs of your thighs, your heart beat racing so fast you think you might have a heart attack.
âIâm serious,â he says, looking up at you with those big brown eyes.
âNo youâre notâ you laugh, not believing your player of a best friend for a second.
âYes, I amâ he says. Your eyebrows furrow as you look down at him.
âNo youâre notâ you shake your head. His hand comes up to cradle the back of your head forcing you to look at him. Your lips brush ever so slightly causing you to lose your breath.
âYes I doâ he whispers
âEdsâŠâ your voice shakes, your hands finding his shoulders for some stability as everything you know starts to fall apart.
âI wanna kiss you sweets⊠pleaseâ he sounds so pathetic in the best of ways. You canât help but squeeze his shoulders.
âI- I-â you struggle with your desires and your logic.
âJust feel babyâ he whispers, hand squeezing your thigh softly.
You swallow hard before pressing your lips to his, hands tangled in his knotted hair. Youâre incredibly clumsy but Eddie doesnât mind, not when he can feel his lips tingle with sparks.
Your fingers dig harder into his shoulders as you start to find your rhythm. Just when you start to get comfortable he squeezes your ass pressing your chest into his, not wanting to leave any space between you two. You moan as your hips press into his. You can feel the thick bulge through the stupidly short shorts he wears.
âEddieâ you pant as he starts pressing kisses down your neck.
âMhmâ he hums against your skin, sucking on it and leaving purple bruises.
âFuckâ m-maybe weâre going too fast?â You struggle to keep your thoughts together. He pulls back âYou âkay?â He asks, his hand holding your jaw.
You nod, noticing how disheveled he looks. His hair mussed and tangled, lips puffy and dark pink, the collar of his shirt slightly stretched.
âMâokayâ you lick your lips self consciously.
âWhatâs going through that beautiful head of yours?â He asks, his thumb rubbing your cheek back and forth.
âThat weâre about to fuck everything upâ you whisper.
âWeâre not gonna fuck it upâ Eddie responds immediately.
âI like you, Iâve liked you, Iâll continue to follow you around like a little lost puppy dog even if you donât wanna kiss me again but weâre not gonna fuck us upâ he says holding your face making sure you understand him clearly. Your mind reels as Eddie drops the thin vein, the one thing that kept the reality of whatâs going on between you to unspoken.
âEdsâŠâ you whisper.
âN-no itâs fineâ he says, lowering his hands from your face as the embarrassment of being rejected sets in. Eddie is used you rejection but he actually likes you, itâs not some one night stand with a stranger.
âNo, no hold on. Iâm not saying noâ you rush.
âI like you butâ but youâre you and Iâm⊠meâ you say squeezing his shoulders
âWhat the fuck does that even mean?â He asks, his tone a little harsher than he means to be.
You flinch at this new side of your best friend.
âNothing, it doesnât mean nothingâ you sigh, he wonât get.
âTell meâ he says grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. You swallow hard as youâre met with those big brown pleading eyes of his.
âYouâre hot and Iâmââ you trail off.
âYouâre what?â He pushes you again.
âA hideous monster that no one would ever look atâ you murmur. You donât have time to react before his lips are on yours, theyâre not soft and patient like before. Itâs angry and you find it hard to keep up but it feels like Eddie is swallowing you whole.
âShut the fuck up, if I ever hear you talk âbout yourself that way again Iâll make sure you forget about all those stupid little thoughts, yeah?â He says, eyes wide. He looks pissed, more angry than youâve seen him when heâs just off of work and customer was being an asshole.
âI- uhm okayâ you stammer
âSâwhat I thought. Good girlâ he breathes out a sigh, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You hate that your mind does blank as soon as the praise slips out of his pink lips, your body still as he falls back on the couch. His hands havenât left the backs of your thighs, no. Instead heâs started tracing patterns onto the sensitive skin.
Every piece of your best friend is tantalizing whether he realizes it or not. Itâs so easy to fall for his charm, especially when it includes those big brown eyes of his. Youâd fallen for Eddie far too long ago, before the leather jackets and metal music. Back when scraped knees and soft kisses to your marred skin were innocent.
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Bed Chem
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f. reader
Word Count: 541
This fic contains: smut, pwp, fwb dynamic, spanking, lingerie, Bucky has different sides in bed, light choking, hair pulling
Summary: Being fwb with Bucky has amazing benefits.
Notes: look, after the release of the teaser trailer of Thunderbolts*, Iâve been feral for Bucky okay đ«Ł I couldnât think of a good title for this fic so I settled for my fave Sabrina Carpenter song lol This is my submission for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: Change in Tone.
You and Bucky had a different kind of relationship. You werenât boyfriend and girlfriend, but you were both more than friends. For lack of a better term, you and Bucky were friends with benefits. And those benefits were the best terms you both agreed on.
Every time you had sex with Bucky, it was a different experience. Sometimes, his touches would be gentle and feather-like. Other times, his hands would be rougher and heâd grip you tighter in a possessive manner. Then, there was his voice. During his more tender moments, his voice was smooth like whiskey. On the flip side, when he was a little more aggressive with you, his voice was lower and animalistic. Buckyâs range in the bedroom taught you that sex wasnât a performance but rather an experience. And each time you both ended speechless and satisfied.
In this current situation, you found yourself on all fours on top of Buckyâs bed wearing in a sheer lingerie one-piece. Bucky stood by the bed, admiring your backside with a smirk that you couldnât see from your position, but could still sense. Bucky wore a crisp white shirt with the buttons done enough to get a peek of his chest hair and sculpted pecs. If you had seen how his sleeves were rolled enough to reveal his forearms, you would have melted into the bed sheets without him having to touch you.
You feel the bed creak under your hands and knees and suddenly Buckyâs bulge is right against your thigh. His fingers ghost above your spine, sending chills down to your cunt. Your breath hitched as you craved to feel his fingers down where your sensations were traveling to. All of a sudden, a hand crashes down on your ass, causing you to yelp in shock. Bucky chuckled, soothing the sting with his palm.
âTell me what you want, darling, and Iâll give you that.â Bucky muttered, his lips dangerously close to your earlobe, his favorite part to tease.
âI wantâŠyou,â you gasped. Unfortunately, that wasnât enough for Bucky.
âHow do you want it?â His vibranium hand sensually traces the curves of your body. âDo you want it soft and sweet?â He places a kiss on the back of your shoulder, causing you to smile and bite your lip. A moment later, that same hand yanks you by the hair, pressing your back flat against his chest. âOr would you like it hard and rough?â
You were unable to conjure words. Only a broken moan left your vocal cords. Buckyâs flesh hand cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. You gulped before Bucky smashed his lips against yours with fervor. His grip on your hair tightened as his teeth grazed your bottom lip. He let go of you once you attempted to grind against his hardness.
Bucky pushed you back down on the bed, your face in the pillow and your ass waving in the air. He unleashed a feral growl as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. The tip of his cock teased your entrance, making your voice drip with need like your pussy.
âIâll give you what you want, darling, but Iâll give it to you how I want it.â
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18+ Thinking about giving Eddie head while Wayne's giving him a talking to.
Eddie shuts his eyes tight and lets out a long exasperated sigh as he feels your dainty hand grip the base of his cock. Your eager mouth, which had been planting delicate kisses around the supple skin of his thighs to the happy trail of his stomach, finally makes there way to his eager cock.
Wayne thinks he has an attitude, which resulted in Wayne telling Eddie:
"You keep huffin' and puffin' like that and you'll end up without a roof under your head, boy, you hear me?"
By Wayne's serious tone and stern demeanor, you would think Eddie had called him every swear word out of the book and then some, but really, Eddie hadn't said a word to Wayne from now until Wayne first angrily stomped into the trailer door shouting Eddie's name; telling Eddie that he has to take on more responsibility in the house other than sitting at home and playing his guitar all day (and having sex with his girlfriend, which he'd been doing all day).
Adults have this way of thinking (especially during lectures) where they can't differentiate the chasm between silence and having an "attitude."
Eddie knew he couldn't say anything to Wayne. Fermenting saliva had been collecting in his mouth since he first felt your hands tugging on the elastic of his sweatpants. Wayne would kick him out if drool spilled from his mouth when Eddie went to speak.
A glob of your spit coax Eddie's cock. You begin rimming your tongue around Eddie's mushroom-shaped tip, licking and sucking whatever pre-cum is leaking from his hole, occasionally taking long, bold strides from his base and back to his tip.
"I--" Eddie begins, but he's cut off when he feels your plump lips wrap around his tip and start sucking him gently. He splurges himself in the mixture of warmth and moisture coming from your mouth. He melts into the hollowness of your cheeks and the swivel of your tongue.
You splurge yourself at the effects you hold over him. Though you feel bad, not wanting to get the boy in any more trouble than he's already in.
Eddie grips his fist at the mound of pillows and blankets that conveniently covers his entire lower half.
Wayne notices and says, "I hope you're not trying to hold back a fist."
What Eddie was trying to do was hold back a moan.
"No--Wayne--I." His voice comes out in deprived little fragments-- like a scratched disc.
"Well, what?" Wayne says, agitated.
You get ballsy and attempt to deep-throat him; as you inch his swollen length closer and closer to the back of your throat, Eddie feels that particular spot where his glans slip past your tonsils, and he feels the gushes of your saliva caused by him pooling around your mouth.
"Fuck." Eddie says, almost in a whisper.
"What did you say, boy?" Wayne urges. "Nothing."
You try your best not to make any sounds, tears streaming down your cheeks from holding back, but when Eddie slightly bucks his hips up, you find yourself gagging around his length. Eddie covers the delicious sound of you sputtering with a fake cough.
It was an intense feeling of worship for Eddie, and he needed to get Wayne off his case so he could at least witness you taking his cum down your throat.
"Look, Wayne." He pauses. "I'll do more work around the house. I can--gruntsâeven pick up a few more shifts at the hideout, if you'll like."
Eddie doesn't know how he got through all that without blowing his cover, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to go through that again and praying that Wayne would just leave.
Wayne stays silent--not for too long, but long enough to make Eddie think he had blown his cover, and Wayne knew that his nephew was getting blown under his covers.
But with a simple nod and a "ok." (Wayne didn't need much convincing), Eddie could forget his worrying (accompanied by the excitement that came from worrying).
Wayne finds himself standing at the door of Eddie's room. Before leaving for work, he asks Eddie if he's sick or something.
"You're sweatin' buckets and you're coughin' a lot." Wayne states.
You bring yourself back to the tip of Eddie's cock and, in a bobbing motion, bring yourself down back to his base; at this point, all Eddie could do was nod his head and let out a shaky "un hun."
When Wayne announces he's leaving and you both hear the trailer's front door shut, you pull the covers over your head.
You pull him out of your mouth to catch your breath; saliva drips from your mouth onto your chin, tears prickling the corners of your eyes, and those lips, those puffy red lips, twisting into an alluring smile.
"You think that's funny, don't you? Blowing me in front of my uncle?"
"Oh, please, you enjoyed it." You tease.
And you were right; he did enjoy it, the excitement bubbling down in his stomach at the thought of getting caught. That's why every time you were at his trailer, and you two were having sex, Eddie made sure to leave his bedroom door wide open and have his windows just cracked; then he'd have his music blaring loud so he couldn't hear anyone if they were to walk in.
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Steve hates to ask this of Eddie.
Really, itâs a last resort sort of thing. Robinâs gone for the week, some trip upstate with her family. And itâs fine, theyâre close but Steveâs a big boy. He can handle a week without his best friend.
But, well, itâs just unfortunate for it to creep up on Steve when Robinâs gone. It being⊠shit, how did Robin explain it? She was so much better at keeping track of all those things than he was, all the terms filed away nicely in her head to be recalled as needed. Steveâs much messierâ in his head, in his life.
Touch aversion, thatâs what she called it. A by-product of the severe lack of touch in his childhood she had said; not enough hugs, hand holding, the works and now Steveâs grown to find it too strange. Something prickles under his skin, pulls in his gut all the wrong way, when someoneâs too touchy-feely with him. Robinâs said itâs normal, and he believes her.
It just makes it harder when this comes by. That completely strange backward want that carves into his chest, creating a chasm that just aches. Suddenly, Steve wants to be touched, needs to be touched â like something behind his ribs is just begging for comfort in the form of touch, any way he can have it. Like some young part of him can still remember the hunger he had for it and it comes back in full force, a tender wound between his lungs.
It doesnât happen that often â though, itâs more frequent than ever recently â but usually, Robinâs here. She can almost always tell before Steve works up the courage to ask. Twitchy fingers give him away. He hovers closer than normal, shoulders brushing more often.
She always gives him a smile, softer than her usual snark and says, âCâmere, dingus.â and stands on her tip-toes to envelope him in a hug. Steve canât help but sink into it, gripping her close around the waist for as long as he needs until the hole in his chest feels a step closer to patching up.
Robin also tells him he can have as many hugs as heâd like but Steve is firm with himself; he only needs one, then heâll be back to fine.
It whatâs he needs now. One really fucking good hug. Still, he hates to ask, least of all from Eddie, because, wellâ okay, Steve has no reason to assume Eddie wouldnât give him a hug.
Heâs seen Eddieâs hugs before. Like everything he does, Eddie puts his everything into it- he hugs Robin til she wheezes, loves to lift Nancy off the ground, and the hug he gives Dustin is sweetest of all, a hand on the back of the littlerâs head while he does some strange little sway. Dustin always laughs, playfully shoving him away by the end but Steve knows he loves them, that it helps in more than one way.
Steve is glad that Dustin has someone, besides his Mom of course, who can hug him, because Steve canât give that to him. Maybe one day, but for now, hugs from Steve are a rarity â few and far in between. Maybe, he thinks, he doesnât want to ask Eddie specifically because of that niggling feeling that comes up around Eddie, all gooey and soft. A feeling the swings too close to a crush that Steve has no fucking clue what to do about.
So, he hates to ask. Really. On the drive over to Eddieâs, a hangout organised before Steve started to feel the lack of touch creep in, he runs through any other options. Wait til Robin gets back? Steveâs not sure heâll make it another 4 days. When left alone, it seems to consume him and make everything harder, everything heavier to deal with.
Heâs still tossing it when he climbs the steps to Eddieâs trailer. Steve decides that heâll see how it goes, see if thereâs an opening to askâŠsemi-naturally or something. Heâs not gonna spring it on the guy.
Eddie is wonderful company as always, devilish grins and god-awful comments about the film he picked. Steve feeds off it, drinking in the infectious energy. He tries to let it be enough; their shoulders pressed together, Eddieâs knee knocking his when he laughs, the way Eddie leans into his space to whisper even though itâs just them here tonight. Steve wants it to be enough. But even then, he can see the way his hands twitch in his lap, desperate for more.
Steve closes his eyes. Curls his hands up so tightly his nails bite into the skin. He tries to use it to wane off the feeling, the ache that sings out for Eddie beside him and it nearly works. Untilâ
âSteve? Yâokay?â Eddieâs voice pipes up, making Steve open his eyes in an instant.
âHm?â Steve hums, hoping that his casualness will be enough for Eddie to skip over his peculiar behaviour. He blinks, tilting his head just a bit to show he was confused why Eddie was asking.
Eddie chuckles lightly, gesturing towards Steveâs lap, where his hands sit still clenched, white knuckled with his self-restraint. âYou seem a bit stiff, thatâs all.â Eddie rechecks. âYou good?â
Steve opens his mouth and then closes it, forcing his hands to unclench in his lap. âI-â he begins, then stops, unsure of what he was going to say. He did say he would look for an opening tonight. The way Eddieâs regarding him, open faced with his concern, is as good as he might get.
âThis might sound a bit weird,â Steve starts, defensiveness already tingeing the words, his shoulders curling in just a bit. Eddie could say no. Heâs allowed to say no. Steve really doesnât want him to. âLike, if you think itâs weird, thatâs totally fine and we can just, like, forget I said anything andââ
âSteve.â Eddie cuts him off, a linger of an amused smile on his lips. âI donât think Iâm going to find anything you say weird, sweetheart. Shoot. Whatâs on your mind? What troubles the great mind of Steve Harrington?â
God, itâs like a whole bunch of words designed to set Steveâs head spinning. âThe great mind of Steve Harringtonâ makes him want to scoff. âSweetheartâ makes him want to swoon. He canât decide which one he wants to do more.
âCan I-â Steve stammers, the words halting automatically. Itâs too much of a habit to swallow them down. Coercing them out takes more work. He stares up at the ceiling as he grits his teeth, releases a harsh sigh, pulling himself together. âCan I⊠have a hug?â
There a moment of silence and Steve holds his breath.
âOh,â Eddie breathes, and Steve takes his eyes off the ceiling to see just what that Oh means. Eddieâs smiling, a soft one gracing his pretty mouth, and Steve thinks, maybe, one day heâll have the courage to ask for a kiss as well. Relief moves sluggishly through his veinsâ Eddieâs smiling, this is good.
âWell, of course,â Eddie grins widely and opens his arms, inviting Steve in. Steve hesitates for only a moment before he leans in gratefully, his arms tucking around Eddieâs midriff tightly. Eddieâs arms curl around Steveâs neck, pulling him in close. Itâs the easiest thing in the world, sinking into it, so much that Steve tries his best not to immediately slump against Eddie. It feels a bit too pathetic, so Steve reels himself in. He canât make his arms relax, trying too hard to take only what he needs and not a moment more.
âCâmon, Stevie.â Eddieâs voice teases beside his ear, his breath warm. âYou call that a hug?â
He squeezes Steve a little tighter, pulling him even closer and Steve canât help the way he melts into itâ he slumps, leaning against Eddie properly and burying his quiet whine of relief into the juncture between Eddie's neck and shoulder.
âThere we go,â Eddie murmurs comfortingly.
Eddie takes him wholly, gives a damn good Munson hug, all warmth and comfort. He smells like, well, Eddie â a lingering scent of weed, something musky, something Eddie. His arms around Steveâs neck shuffle and Steve worries heâs trying to pull away so soon, only for one of his hands to tangle in the hair at the nape of Steveâs neck. He combs through, light fingernails scratching at Steveâs scalp and shit, Steve really canât control the noise of contentment that slips out his throat.
âCanât believe you got so worked up just to ask for a hug,â Eddie tsks, tone coloured in disbelief. Steve makes a noise of protest, trying for a moment to wind it all back in but, like Eddie can sense it, heâs squeezing him tighter again. He begins to rock them, a soft sway side to side that lets Steve lean on him even more. He hums a tune Steve doesnât know, low and soft.
âMâsorry,â Steve mumbles in reply, though heâs not entirely sure what heâs apologising for. For having to ask, for taking so much, for enjoying Eddieâs arms around him just a little too much.
âWhat the fuck for?â Eddie laughs lightly, one of his hands beginning to drum against the divots of Steveâs spin. It feels like heâs tapping pure delirium with each fingertip, shivers that make Steveâs chest glow terribly warm. It feels good, so good to be held and honestly, Steve could stay here all night if Eddie let him. Knowing Eddie, he would, because heâs that fucking nice.
That knowledge alone forces Steve to sit himself up, extracting him limbs even though so much of him mourns the warmth, the touch, that goes with it. He wants the touch but heâs had enough. Some scorned part of him burns bitterly to think Eddie would give him more just to be nice. Steve doesnât want thatâ Steve wants Eddie to touch him because he wants to.
âSorry, man, I just, uh, get like that sometimes.â Steve feels the need to explain, bringing a hand up to rub at one of his eyes. He does it half so can hide his embarrassed expression from Eddieâ whoâs looking at him so gently and still so so close.
âJust, ahaââ Christ, it wasnât this awkward telling Robin. Steveâs hand moves to rub the back of his neck. âSometimes I realise itâs been awhile since,â He gnaws on his bottom lip, something alike to humiliation curling in his gut. âSince Iâve had some touch. Usually, Robinâs around but yâknow.â
He waves a hand, huffing another awkward laugh. Eddie hasnât moved much, just listening intently, his brows ever so slightly inching closer together. He looks outright concerned at Steveâs next words.
âItâs okay, Iâveâ Iâll be good now.â Steve nods along, like the motion will help him convince himself as well as Eddie. Heâll be okay now. Usually, one hug is all it takes. He ignores the surging tidal-wave want that is still going, still aching to be held by Eddie again. It would be selfish to ask for more. Eddie didnât invite him around to hugâ itâs weird, and Steve shouldnât- canât ask for more.
âSooooo,â Eddie draws out the word, an impish smile beginning to play at the corners of his lips. He opens his arms wide again. âYou donât want another hug?â
In his lap, Steveâs fingers twitch. Eddieâs eyes dart to them for a second, before fixing back on Steve. He does, he really fucking does want another hug. He canât. Heâs had enough, really, it would greedy to have more.
Steve shakes his head, forces himself to huff another laugh that accidentally comes out as a strained sigh. He smiles weakly, âNo, no, Iâm good, dude. Itâs⊠Iâm okay, swear.â
For a moment, Steve thinks heâs convinced him. Eddie studies his face, his mischief slipping away as he deliberates Steveâs words. His eyes narrow, arms dropping just an inch before he smiles brightly and says, âOkay, can I have a hug then?â
Which, okay, right, Steve didnât think of that. People donât ask him for hugs. He blinks, a bit dumbly. Eddie is waiting, face eager and for a second thereâs an expression of almost smugness on his face â like heâs about to get exactly what he wants. Because he knows Steve would never be rude and say no.
âI mean,â Steve breathes, voice a bit tighter than heâs expecting. He clears his throat. âYeah, yeah, you can have a hug.â
âGreat!â Eddie replies and he wastes no time. Heâs all up in Steveâs space, arms around Steveâs waist this time. The motion takes Steve by surprise, enough that because heâs not expecting it Eddieâs weight pushes him back so heâs lying on the couch.
If Eddie cares, he pays no mind, his head curling up into the crook of Steveâs neck as he hugs him closer. His hair gets in Steveâs mouth, making him splutter for a second, but Eddie just grins, wriggling closer until theyâre pressed firmly against each other. Steve would go as far as to say this is closer to cuddling than a hug, with Eddie squishing him from above, his arms around Steveâs middle.
âJust so you know,â Eddieâs voice rumbles from where their chests are touching, his breath sweeping across Steveâs neck. Steve shivers without meaning to, feels Eddieâs responding grin even as he continues. âAll hugs requested by me are automatically 10 minutes long. Hope youâre okay with that, sweetheart.â
Steve isnât stupid â he knows Eddie is doing it for him, doing it because he could see right through Steveâs stupid facade, had peered his yawning hunger for touch right in the face and hadnât blanched. Instead of feeling tricked or fooled, Steve just feelsâŠwarm. Comfortable. He works his arms around Eddieâs neck til their more comfortable and find the courage in him scrape his fingers through Eddieâs hairâ like he had done to Steve. Eddieâs sighs sweetly and Steve thinks he could listen to that noise forever.
âIâm⊠Iâm okay with that.â Steve murmurs lowly, yet he knows Eddie can hear him. Eddie noses closer, a borderline nuzzle against his neck, and further down, one his hands starts to stroke softly up and down Steveâs ribs.
Steve canât help the way it makes him freeze, the breath in his lungs holding tight as he tries to relax, tries to ignore the prickly feeling under his skin. Itâs a lot. A lot of touch that Steve just isnât used to just yet, even if he desperately craves it.
âRelax,â Eddie whispers into his skin, a soft instruction paired with the motion, one soothing stroke up and down his ribs. Steve pushes the breath in his lungs out, forces the tension out of his body, trusts that Eddie wouldnât be offeringâ wouldnât tell him to relax if he wasnât allowed to.
âThatâs it.â Eddie praises, feeling the body beneath him settle and sink a little lower into the couch. âNow, watch the movie.â Eddie instructs, jutting at the still playing screen with his chin. Steve laughs a bit, but obeys, turning his head to see what part theyâd gotten up to. Theyâd missed a big chunk in their hug. Steve nearly apologises for it, the words on the tip of his tongue, before he decides Eddie might smack him for it.
So, he doesnât. He watches the film, letâs the gentle touch of Eddie on his skin relax him til sleepiness starts to fill each of his limbs, heavy like lead. Eddieâs hand stops moving eventually, when his breath gets heavier, lulled by Steveâs scratch in his hair. A snore starts up, loud and quite frankly, annoying, and yet, Steve finds that with Eddieâs arms around him, he has no trouble finding sleep.
Itâs the first time in years Steveâs fallen asleep in someone elseâs arms. And even if he doesn't know it yet, itâs certainly not the last.
now with a part two!
#woag yearning hours bro#[into a megaphone] if u project onto steve harrington put ur hands UP#i literally came home tonight like. hm might have to ask one of my flatmates for a hug#and when they go ??? whats wrong (cos this bitch never hugs)#i was fully prepared 2 be like o it has just been too long since someone touched me haha!#like thats not zeeeeeeeee most pathetic shit ever (pathetic if its me. not if its YOU)#anyways. steve get hug where ruby cannot#<3#eddie would give delicious hugs u can't change my mind#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#touch starved steve harrington#that bitch needs a hug#ruby writes steddie#i rlly. came home and was like BLEH feeling dump and its like 2.6k. ok girl
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Itâs the summer of â85. The summer of chlorine-bleached hair and navy blue shorts. Of red felt tip against white board and molten ice cream on sticky hands. Of unexpected friendships and teenage sorrows, snug-in screenings and bumpy car rides. Itâs a cruel summer. Itâs the summer Eddie Munson climbs through Steveâs bedroom window. Repeatedly.
It all starts the day of graduation at someone's house. Everyone around Eddie is having the time of their life, getting wasted and high while Eddie throws himself a pity party. And judging by the figure hidden in the corner, arms crossed in front of his chest, pout on his lips Eddie isn't the only one. It's weird seeing King Steve, ruler of parties and champion of kegs stands, awkwardly stand on the sidelines of a party. But then again Steve Harrington hasn't been King Steve for a while. He may have won prom king (at least that's what Eddie has heard, he wouldn't be caught dead at prom) but it's been a hot minute since Steve held his head high, acting like his hair was a crown, his varsity jacket a fur coat and sports trophy his scepter. Not that Eddie has paid much attention to Steve Harrington over the years or anything. Eddie knows that curiosity killed the cat, but cats have nine lives and Eddie can definitely spare one, he thinks as he slowly crosses the room and approaches Steve.
"Penny for your thoughts, joint for your sorrows," Eddie asks and holds out a joint for Steve. Steve's eyes widen in confusion for a second, before the frown on his face turns into a soft smile that's going to haunt Eddie's dreams.
"This a pity smoke, Munson?" he says, nodding towards the joint in Eddie's palm.
"Charity actually," Eddie says, "Looks good on my tax return and all. You know the drill."
The soft smile turns into soft laughter and fuck abort mission, abort mission, Eddie thinks. Pretty boys shouldn't be allowed to laugh like that. But Steve does and it leads to smoking the joint in the back of Eddie's van which somehow leads to a far too vulnerable conversation about expectations and failure, about pressure and loneliness and about how Eddie is the prettiest thing Steve has ever seen. It leads to an unexpected kiss and another and another and another that leads to an unexpected hook-up.
Eddie thinks Steve is gonna run the next day, act like it never happened, stay away from Eddie. He might not go to college after summer, but Steve is probably going to leave Hawkins sooner or later, so best for him to just forget everything about last night. Only that Steve apparently doesn't want to forget or to run. Instead, he shows up at Eddie's trailer the next day. For a second Eddie is afraid Steve is going to punch him, he doesn't expect to get pulled into another kiss.
It kinda becomes a regular thing during the first few weeks of summer after that. Steve drives to the trailer when Wayne is out and Eddie climbs through Steve's bedroom window regardless of whether Steve's parents are home or not. Just for the fun of it, the summer romance feeling of it, the drama of it all.
It also makes Steve roll his eyes with a fond smile when Eddie stumbles through his window. It's all fun and games until it starts to become a problem. Because Eddie already had harbored a small but not insignificant crush on Steve while they were still in school and Steve was just the popular jock at the other end of the hallway. But having Steve like this, naked, stripped bare of his clothes and all the pretense he always wore at school like armor? It's life-ruining. Eddie already knows he is not going to start his third try at senior year with his heart intact.
They are a couple of weeks into whatever this is, when Steve mentions his parents forcing him to get a job at the mall, says they'll have to meet up less, talks about the stupid costume with a dorky hat he has to wear, but says Eddie should come say hi, if he wants to. Steve can get him a free scoop or something.
"Ah yes the real benefit in friends with benefits," Eddie laughs, "free ice cream."
Only that friends with benefits isn't quite accurate. They aren't friends, they aren't dating, they are just repeat hook ups. Eddie tries not to be bitter about this, knows this is already more than he ever thought he could get. Despite his instincts telling him not to go see Steve at Scoops because obviously it was just a stupid joke, Eddie goes. He is glad he does because maybe god is real and the indecently short and tight sailor uniform shorts are his way of trying to make up for all the hardship he has made Eddie suffer through.
Steve is a vision in the uniform especially with the dorky hat he claims to hate so much. Steve beams at Eddie when he sees him.
âYou came!âÂ
âAnd will several more times today now that I have seen you in those shorts,â Eddie whispers and leans on the counter. Steve rolls his eyes but blushes slightly. The same shade of red as the scribbles on the white board behind Steve. âWhat does the you rule you suck mean?âÂ
âThatâs Harringtonâs score board with our customers,â Steveâs coworker chimes in. Eddie hadnât paid much attention to her until now. âAs you can see he sucks quite a lot at scoring any phone numbers or dates.âÂ
âOh,â is all Eddie can say. He is glad he hasnât tried the ice cream yet because he is sure he is about to throw up. Of course Steve is trying to score. They never said they were exclusive and why would they. Why would Steve want to be with some trailer trash boy for anything more than a little fun. Eddie doesnât know whatâs going to happen first: crying or throwing up. All he knows is that he has to get out of here. But before Eddie can run and berate himself for being so fucking stupid, Steveâs hand closes around his wrist.
âIâm taking my break,â Steve announces loudly and pulls Eddie into the back room.Â
âItâs not what you think,â Steve hurries to explain as soon as the door falls shut behind them. âIt was Robinâs stupid idea. She thought my customer service voice was me trying to strike out. I just wanted to get a tip.âÂ
âSo youâre not flirting with your customers?âÂ
âOnly metalheads with curly hair and a beat up van,â Steve teases. âRobin just assumed because I got the reputation that I was striking out. And I didnât bother to correct because it doesnât really matter and itâs not like I can go around announcing that I have a boyfriend.âÂ
âBoyfriend?â Eddie raises his eyebrows, heart beating in his chest, the word echoing in his mind.Â
âWell Iâd have to ask him first if he wants to be,â Steve grins and puts his hands on Eddieâs hips, pulling him closer. âI had it all planned out. Romantic dinner, candlelight, Judas Priest playing. Might have to up that though since he apparently had no idea how serious I am about him.âÂ
âYou know you could make him a pb&j and he would be wooed. Heâd be stupid not to say yes to being your boyfriend,â Eddie says and leans in, lips only inches away from Steve. Even without touching he can feel Steveâs lips twist into a smile.Â
âYeah?â Steve asks.Â
âYeah,â Eddie says before sealing his promise with a kiss.Â
Maybe itâs not going to be a cruel summer after all.Â
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