#hellcheer my sweet I need to draw more for you

[stevesaxetogrind]

Once again asking people to stop saying Eddie is a gay gay gaiety gay in the same breath as they use footage from him flustered over Chrissy for their ship.

[doubtingthomasin]

kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 15: oral fixation

word count: 1.4k

MINORS DNI

@viharker

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They really try to finish watching Carrie, really, they do. But only twenty minutes in, Chrissy can't stop staring at Eddie's crotch. He's still at least partially hard and it's noticeable, and she thinks she's being subtle until he starts stroking the hair by her temple.

"Need something else, sweetheart?"

"I was…just curious."

He pauses the movie and turns his body to her as she glances up to see the gleam in his eye. "Whatever it is, I'm all ears."

"Does it hurt?" She places a soft hand on his thigh, squeezing lightly. "When you don't get to come?"

He laughs lightly, putting a hand over hers. "No, just a little uncomfortable, but it'll go away eventually."

But that information doesn't seem to satisfy her, his forehead wrinkling at her pout. "Well, that's not fair, you sitting there in discomfort after you made me feel so good."

He's about to argue that it's plenty fair since he got a taste of her, but her hand's inching up his thigh and now he's curious, too.

"I'm fine, sweetness." His fingers thread into her hair, the tips rubbing along her roots and making her sigh. "But I'm not about to say no."

He leans back into the couch as her hand reaches his length, rubbing him through his jeans. He moans low, pulling gently at her hair as she undoes the button and zipper, her sweet little hand bypassing his underwear to palm him skin to skin.

"God, Eddie, I can't believe you fit in my pussy."

A choked groan escapes him at her words as well as finally being touched, and maybe he's a bit more pent up than he let on. Maybe even more than he realized, as she licks her lips and latches on to the tip of his cock. 

His head falls back with a smile, loving the feeling of her licking and sucking. She alternates between running her tongue along his length, swirling it around the head before taking it into her mouth completely. She lets the drool fall from her lips onto him, making him as sloppy as possible before taking him all the way down.

Eddie gasps at the sudden intensity, his cock pushing at the back of her throat and he tries hard not to move. But her hand firmly massaging his balls makes him buck, both his hands tightening in her hair. She moans in satisfaction as he whines, lifting his head to see her moving her mouth up and down him rhythmically.

It so much better than waiting for her stupid ex to show up and ruin the moment.

Biting his lip, he stills her head and she squeaks, slightly alarmed, lips still closed around his tip. He rolls his hips up slowly into her face, pressing her head down at the same time and it's her turn to whine.

"Fuck, you always make me feel so good, princess," he babbles, moving a little faster when she shows no signs of protest. Instead, she sucks harder, groaning and growling around him as he starts properly fucking her throat. "Oh, God...Chrissy, I'm close, I'm so fucking close, you're so good like this, Jesus fu–"

And she's off him just in time for the explosion, making sure her eyes are closed as he spurts onto her face, covering every inch of her creamy skin in hot, sticky come.

He recovers quickly from the weird loss of sensation. "What happened? What–" That's when he sees the state of her face, hears her cock-drunk little giggle as she wipes her eyelids clean. She licks him off the back of her hand like a kitten, looking him dead in the eye.

It's better than any fucking porno he's ever seen.

"Holy…fucking…shit." He's seized by something animal building in his chest, only tempered by concern. "Chrissy, did you mean for that to happen?"

"What do you think?" she asks playfully, gathering more of him on her fingers before they disappear into her mouth. Eddie's up off the couch the next second, his hand grabbing hers and dragging her along to the bedroom.

"Wait, wait, I'm not done," she laughs as he shuts the door, drawing out an mmmm sound around the taste of his come. "Okay, now I'm done."

He takes one of his recently worn shirts from the laundry basket and wipes the rest of her face quickly, throwing it over his shoulder before diving into her mouth. He breaks the kiss to fall backward onto the bed, bringing her with him. "You're wrong about that, babygirl. We're just getting started."

He kisses her hard, teeth colliding as they try to consume each other before he grabs her hair roughly, making her cry out. "Take off your clothes."

His dark, rumbling tone makes her whimper before she nods, her hands flying to get her shirt and bra off as he moves up to the pillows. She stands to unfasten her skirt, letting it and her panties drop in a pile on the floor. She looks up to see that he's left only his boxers and he makes a come-hither gesture with both hands.

"It's not fair that you're covered up still," she whines, swollen bottom lip jutting out.

"Oh, we'll get there, don't you worry," he breathes, practically vibrating at what's to come. She leans in to rest against his chest, but he holds her up. "Gonna need you further up, baby."

"What?" He stuffs one pillow behind his neck and grabs her, positioning her over his shoulders. "Oh, am I about to learn something new?" She smiles coyly, lip caught on one side between her teeth.

"Maybe." He grins up at her, his tongue slightly poking out. He grabs her ass to push her forward until her curly hair tickles his nose and that's when it clicks.

She gasps, her face awash with concern and excitement. "Eddie, can you breathe like that?"

"Don't worry about me," he assures her, tugging her down to his chin, licking at her just enough to make her tense. "If I die like this, it'll be my greatest achievement."

Chrissy rolls her eyes in amusement, her mouth falling open as he licks her already dripping pussy. She takes hold of his hair and he hums in encouragement, the sounding vibrating her clit.

She build a rhythm in no time, thrusting her quivering cunt against his mouth, guiding his head where she wants it. He squeezes her ass, giving in to the urge to slap a few times to hear her mewl. She comes so quickly that it's breathtaking, and he laps up what doesn't drip down his chin as her body jolts.

They both keep going, her crying out when his lips close over her clit and suck. But she yanks him off her, settling her opening back over his mouth as his eyes flash. "Tongue."

He only needs to be told once, sticking his tongue inside her as far as possible. She pants as she rides him, bouncing up and down, rolling her hips until she screams at the intensity. He moves his tongue inside her the one time she slows down and she stills, her head falling back as he hits her g-spot. Trembling, she pulls his mouth back up to her clit and he sucks at her, swirling his tongue until she comes again.

She braces herself against the wall as he rubs her ass, licking up and down her lips and slurping up every last bit. Her thighs shake as he presses the flat of his tongue to her clit and she rides out the orgasm.

She leans her forehead against her arm, trying to catch her breath while still throbbing, Eddie kissing her thighs. "You sure do look good on your throne, Your Highness." 

She whimpers softly as she returns to his side, her hand on his chest as she relaxes. "How are you so good at that?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He takes her hand, trailing it down to his boxers. "Speaking of which…if you're interested."

Chrissy gives a little gasp at feeling that he's hard again after what she did to him. She lazily slinks down his body, wasting no time in taking him directly back down her throat.

Eddie lays still as she makes short work of him, clenching her throat around him until he comes, and she swallows every bit this time. She settles into his chest after, humming contentedly as he brushes a hand over her face.

They finally finish the movie early in the morning, with only a few pauses…

[orpheusredux]

My Li'l Eddie Munson Rec List

Just making a place to keep all my favs as I come across them...

NEW! Keep Sweet, Pray, and Obey by @phoenixwrites

Summary: Worried that her Evangelical boyfriend is pushing their relationship too far, Chrissy goes to the one person for contraception that she can trust--Eddie Munson. But she gets far more than she bargained for when he starts to awaken a lust she's never felt before.

Feels: Eddie and Chrissy feel so real in this story, and there is so much detail in the world building, it's just gripping. One last chapter to come and, but don't wait to get stuck into this beautiful story.

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NEW! Duality by @broomclosetkink

Summary: The Hellcheer bodyswap AU you didn't know you desperately needed.

Feels: Eddy is so great in this fic, you will be in love with him all over again. Honestly one of my favorite characterizations of our best beloved boy that I've read to date - like all the characterizations on this list are top draw (IMHO) but this is a fav. I felt for Chrissy so much, she's really wonderful too. Just... romantic and healing stuff.

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The Pain of Letting Go by @strangermarvelss

Summary: Eddie and you are separated, but trying to co-parent for the sake of your son, Chris. But things come to a head when Eddie starts dating.

Feels: Not gonna sugar coat it, Eddie is unpleasant in the first few chapters of this WIP. It’s actually a bit tough to read. But the premise is engaging and well written. I’m keen to see where it goes, and whether Eddie will pull his head out of his ass.

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Angel of the First Degree by @storiesbyrhi

Summary: You're struggling with mean girl bullshit, body image issues, and vile parents. Eddie wants to love you.

Feels: Jesus H Christ, this is the fic I didn't know I desperately needed. So sweet, so honest. It's killing me in all the best ways. WIP.

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Dead channels by @robiin-buckley

Summary: You hear a boy pouring his heart out on the dead channel of a walky talkie… it might be Eddie.

Feels: I think loneliness is one of Eddie’s minor themes so I enjoyed someone leaning into it here. I loved the way Eddie was drawn, vulnerable and affectionate. I loved the sense that he’d been crushing on the reader for a while. It’s a very romantic premise, deftly handled.

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Summer storm, by @lewisyellowhelmet

Summary: When you get caught out by a storm you have to stay the night at Eddie’s.

Feels: This is fucking sensational writing. I usually avoid virginity fic, but this was strangely moving. It felt very honest and real. It reminded me of my first time not in the situation, so much as the camaraderie, the openness. I loved it a lot, and I’d like to see more about what happens next.

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Siouxsie and the Soulmates by @storiesbyrhi

Summary: When you roll into Forest Hills Trailer Park, a white cat and daisy lines following you, Eddie Munson is just a little bit obsessed. A soulmate story featuring Eddie back from the Upside Down, a lot of witchy magic, and even more soft love.

Feels: They’ll try to tell you there’s no such thing as a perfect fic, but that’s only because they have never read this one. It’s… God… it’s so fresh. It’s so rich with detail, the characters are so vibrant, and the magic.. God. It’s so beautiful. There are secrets here too, it hints at a larger, richer world than we can even imagine, at mystical secrets our lovers are only just getting a glimpse of because they have found each other. And their relationship, the way it’s drawn, there’s no self doubt or pussy footing, they just need each other and so they gravitate together and trust and love one another, and the thought of that just has tears pricking at the backs of my eyes, because yes, I need love to feel like this. In short this fic is a delicate high wire act of a story, a sliver tiara of a story, and I would just love it if everyone would read it and cherish it, and tell Rhi how good the world is with artists like them in it.

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Meet The Munsons by @mypoisonedvine

Summary: your mom an Wayne Munson are getting married… which means you’re getting a new step…cousin? And he’s going To be sharing your room.

Feels: DE-FUCKING-LIGHTFUL! Great snarky You, perfect voice for Eddie. A slightly whacky premise, but the way it’s handled is so deft, and funny it works. Can’t wait to see where it goes!

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We Live For Love by @ladyfogg

Summary: Eddie is recovering in the hospital where you’re volunteering. The whole town may have shunned him but you refuse to do the same.

Feels: This is just the sweetest, most heartwarming li'l fix-it story. Lovely characterisation, lost of heart. An instant fav.

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Who Wants To Be Lonely by @ladyfogg

Summary: After the ground splits and sends you hurtling into the Upside Down, you come face-to-face with the notorious, and injured, Eddie Munson. Lost and hunted by otherworldly creatures, the two of you have no choice but to stick together if you’re going to find your way home.

Feels: LadyFogg is fast becoming an absolute favourite. This is, again, a great little fix-it fic, great action and characterisation. WIP.

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Teenage Dirt Bag by @havecourage-darling

Fic Summary: The English teach assigns Eddie a tutor to get him through senior year. It’s you.

Fic Rating: Fluffy+

Feels: Great writing! Great characterisation! Nice banter between Eddie and the object if his desire. Also great use a Whetus song as inspo. Very schmoopy.

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Vintage Reeboks by @storiesbyrhi

Fic Summary: The gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake was meant to spit the quartet out in the Upside Down. But when Eddie comes to on the shoreline, you’re there. It’s not the Upside Down. It’s not Lover’s Lake. It’s not 1986.

Feels: Oh where do I even start... this is so good. Great characterization here, for even the most minor characters. Lovely writing, a very believable fix it and a very believable romance. Some sadness, but that just adds to the realism. Eddie is slightly more dour, here. He's traumatised, and so vulnerable, but it's beautifully done.

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Our Patron Saint if the Arts by @storiesbyrhi

Fic Summary: The reader finds a Motörhead patch and knows who it belongs to. (Hint: It’s Eddie.)

Feels: Rhi writes great characters. There an interaction in this sweet Fic that is both super, super hot, and quite innocent and it’s so deftly and affectionately handled it’s a delight to read.

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Wild Parts, by @xdirtyx

Summary: You and Steve dated before Eddie asked you out and Eddie couldn't help but feel like there was potential for some fun on the horizon. Shenanigans ensue.

Feels: Holy fuck. This is so intense, deeply erotic, and a very well observed depiction of what it’s like to suddenly realise your sexual boundaries are not where you thought they were. Very, very hot poly vibes

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Ride A Wave, by @luveline

Summary: When Steve finds out you’re going on a date with Eddie Munson, he devises a plan involving one pair of binoculars, one robin, four adopted children and an important question.

Feels: Some writers can deliver the relationships and tone of canon better than others, but I have not so far found any one quite as good at it as Luveline. This could be series of scenes from the show itself, if the show was a madcap romantic comedy from the 50s and Steve was Cary Grant. It’s sweet hearted and romantic and the You character is charmingly weird. Now, thus isn’t technically an Eddie Munson Fic, but he does feature prominently, and You gets to date him, so it’s here. What I love about this Fic most though, is that it’s really about yearning and love and affection, and being a good friend, even when it hurts… and I love it.

[vakariaan]

what’s ur favorite hellcheer headcanon(s)? love ur gifsets! xx

Thank you so much! 💕

I'm sorry for these being super boring/unoriginal, my brain has been drawing blanks 😅

In all my headcanons Chrissy lives (and Eddie too obvs) but she joins Team Hawkins and helps fight Vecna. She’s with Eddie and Dustin in the Upside Down during the attack, Eddie lives because Chrissy does (he doesn’t feel the need to “prove” himself as brave and she wouldn’t let him run off on his own anyway).

Chrissy does try DnD but ultimately she ends up just sitting off to the side during sessions studying because she enjoys hearing the story and loves seeing Eddie in his element as DM. He’s a bit embarrassed about doing it in front of her at first but eases into it when she shoots him a grin from across the room. She tells him afterwards how much she loves watching him do his thing (“it’s pretty cool, actually.” hehe).

The Hellfire Club are, of course, baffled and more than a bit suspicious of Chrissy to begin with (thinking she might be helping the jocks in pulling some elaborate prank or smth) but Dustin is the number one Eddie/Chrissy shipper and Lucas is also on her side (out of all the rest of them he’s spent the most time with her before she was with Eddie).

Wayne loves Chrissy. I know this is a super common one but Wayne really loves Chrissy. Sure it’s cause she’s sweet and genuine but mostly it’s because he sees how happy she makes Eddie.

Chrissy goes to college out of state and the plan is for Eddie to follow a few months later when he has some money saved. I never quite settle on what she studies or what she wants to be - it changes depending on my mood.

Chrissy doesn’t change her style to fit Eddie’s. She loosens up that ponytail and maybe dresses a bit more casual but she’s still Herself. She still likes her pastels and pop music. It makes her easy to spot in a crowd anyway when Eddie is on stage (though to their audience of 5 drunks at the Hideout it does get her a few curious looks).

[doubtingthomasin]

kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 4: sensation play

word count: 2k

MINORS DNI

@viharker

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In this moment, Eddie feels nothing but entirely privileged.

Chrissy’s parents were away for the weekend and her little brother was staying with a friend until they came back, which is what they thought Chrissy was doing, too. Instead, she’d promised her best friend three packs of cigarettes to cover for her and snuck Eddie into the empty house. 

She hadn’t been completely lying when she said she was staying with a friend anyway. Eddie is a friend, but no basic-level friendship allows one friend to tie the other’s wrists to their headboard and blindfold them with their handkerchief. So they’ll just have to come up with a word for it later.

But right now, his dick’s throbbing just looking at her, laying there naked and rubbing her legs together to create any friction possible. He’s completely clothed still but she can’t tell, and he’s keenly aware of the level of trust this takes on her part. 

He’d rather die than disappoint her.

“One more time, what’s the safe word?” he asks.

She huffs. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Come on, I gotta make sure you know it, sweetheart.”

“You know I can spell it. Isn’t that enough?” When she hears nothing from in front of her, she sighs in defeat. “‘Tigers.’ It’s ‘tigers.’”

“Good girl.”

“Eddie, please.” She’s already squirming and he hasn’t even started.

He parts her legs suddenly and she gasps softly, but he’s only spreading them to sit in between. “You sure you want me to pick?” Laid out beside them is a large feather, one of her fuzzy sweaters, and a metal bowl of ice cubes. They were the only objects he could find around the house that fit her only stipulation: no pain. Admittedly, he personally wanted the exact opposite, but to each their own.

“If it’s not gonna be painful, why do we even need a safeword?” she asked, truly curious.

“It’s insurance,” he explains, already picking up the sweater. “Plus, it’s not just for you. Now–” He grabs her chin firmly and she whimpers, making him bite his lip. “Answer my question, sweetness.”

His voice like smoldering embers already has Chrissy running like a faucet. “Y-You pick.”

Eddie smiles, catching her lips in a loving kiss before he leans up. He starts at her wrist, letting the soft sherpa material run slowly down the length of her arm and she hums, content. It passes over her underarm and she flinches.

He circles the fabric slowly there, proudly notices her thighs clench. He’s never gotten to do this to someone before, only reading about it in Playboy once years ago. The fact that it seems to be working is nothing short of a relief. 

He switches to the other side, and she struggles a bit against the belt binding her wrists. "Eddie." She draws it out, voice curling up on the end, and he can tell she's getting worked up.

"You said you didn't want pain, princess," he reminds her, continuing to her chest and over her nipples. He has to forcibly resist the urge to take one between his fingers, but the payoff's extraordinary as she arches up into the sensation. "You know the word."

He spreads her legs wider, opens her up and trails the sweater down her ribs, her stomach, down to where she shaved just for this experiment. She lets out a low moan as it caresses her mound, the sound getting higher as he moves it to the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs.

"Touch me, please," she begs.

"You know I can't yet." She pouts so he grabs the feather, continuing with the sweater but running the new object over her cheek, tickling her under the chin. Chrissy giggles, breathes out slowly, then shudders when she feels the feather’s soft tip circle her nipple.

It’s absolute torture for Eddie, not being able to make her come yet. All in good time.

He puts the sweater down to unzip his uncomfortably tight jeans, and the sound makes her open her legs even wider. He laughs low in his throat. “Can’t do that yet, either. Fuck, I want to, though. You should see what I’m seeing right now.”

He taunts the other nipple with the feather and she’s squirming again, thrusting a little into the air. His mouth’s watering just looking at her pussy, which reminds him of the third item. He drapes the sweater more fully over her stomach to warm the skin there, and her forehead wrinkles in confusion. He lets it lay for a few minutes, meanwhile moving the feather to her thighs.

“Eddie, I need more,” she says, trying to sound more commanding, but he ignores her. The flat of the feather runs over her mound and she groans in frustration, trying to move her crotch. She gasps when she feels his hand close over her thigh to still her movement.

He stops for a moment to lean close to her ear, and she can sense his body hovering over her, strands of his hair tickling her face. She can’t see him, but the scent of Old Spice and cigarette smoke is enough to picture him by. She feels his breath on her neck, wants to wrap her legs around him and pull him in but he’s gently pinning both of them now. “Be a good girl, and you’ll get more.” 

He hazards a sloppy kiss to her neck, his self-control straining at the seams. She tries to nuzzle him but he’s already pulling away, and her head falls back on the pillow, exasperated. There are a few minutes where nothing happens and she’s concerned that he somehow silently left. She hears something clinking like glass in a bowl, swallows and tries to brace herself.

She feels him crouch over her again, lower this time, and actually yells when he breathes warm air over her nipples. He pushes her down into the mattress before she can arch up, continuing until they’re both warm enough to soften. It doesn’t draw much more of a reaction from her, but that wasn’t the point of it anyway.

He reaches for an ice cube, holds it for a few seconds as he moves the sweater up to her chest to keep it warm. “What are you even doing?” she asks with a small laugh.

“You’ll feel it soon,” Eddie assures her, grinning to himself as he lets the first drops of ice water fall on her warm stomach.

“Oh, God, what is that?” she asks, sounding sincerely concerned.

“Relax, baby, it’s just water.” She’d forgotten about the ice, what with all the other stimulation he’d applied. But he pulls his hand to the side, dripping on the sheets instead. “You don’t like it?”

She honestly wasn’t sure. “Do it again.” He drips a little more down her abdomen, loving her assertiveness. She sighs, relaxing back into the pillows. “That does feel nice, actually.”

“Good.” He removes the sweater entirely, dragging it slowly across her breasts as he does. “How about this?” he asks, letting the drops fall onto her nipple.

She shrieks.

“Shit, did that hurt?” he asks, almost panicked.

“No,” she whines, “but Jesus Christ, Eddie!”

He laughs heartily at that before taunting her. “Careful, He’ll hear you.”

“Oh, shut up–” She ends the word on a grunt as more water hits the other breast, gentle sobs leaving her pretty mouth. He warms her tits again, repeating the process until she’s crying his name.

He leans up, running his wet hand down her thigh, snakes his dry hand under her ass to feel that, yes, there is some of her arousal on the sheets already. He then proceeds to pin her wandering leg down to the mattress, her groan of disappointment stopping cold as he breathes on the inside of her thigh. “Yes, yes, yes–”

But it’s not what she thinks it’ll be. He debates for a moment, holding a fresh ice cube in his hand, worried that using the ice itself might be too much. Then the idea hits him and, holy shit, why didn’t he think of it sooner?! He places the knuckles of his left hand in the ice, his rings submerged as he picks up the feather again, lazily stroking the edge up and down over her chest and stomach.

He goes to warm the area again, deciding to move even closer to her soaked cunt. She yelps in surprise, not knowing he was down there again, wishing she could see him. The smell of her drives him closer to insanity but he somehow stays focused, removing his hand from the bowl and drying the rings on the sheet. 

Then, gently but suddenly, he presses them into the soft, warmed skin.

Her reaction is instant and intense, moaning loudly and grabbing at the belt around her wrists to tug, trying to pull away. “You know the word,” he repeats.

But she doesn’t say it, so he dips his ringed knuckles back into the ice, which is starting to melt from the warmth of his hand. That’s fine. They’re almost done.

One more pass of the feather up and down her body, then it’s over her clit, brushing lightly but feverishly. He lets her thrust up into it, changes to brushing the edge over her, which has her biting her lip so she’s not so loud.

“Uh-uh,” he chides. “Let me hear you.”

She opens her mouth as he continues, moaning wantonly and even louder when she feels his icy rings on the other side of her opening. “Fuck, please!”

“Not until you come, princess,” he growls, desperate to be inside her.

She’s bucking wildly, trying for any kind of friction, but there isn’t any with such a wispy object. Eddie can tell and he throws the feather to the side, reaches up and unties her. Chrissy’s up off the mattress with an enthusiastic squeal, and he laughs as he places her to straddle one of his thighs.

He kisses her wildly as she snaps her hips against his denim-clad leg, moving his lips to her neck to suck there. “Oh, God, yeah,” she whines through gritted teeth, her tender clit catching repeatedly on the rough fabric, and she’s so close.

He sucks hard enough to leave a bruise, groaning into her neck as she moves faster against him, his hands on her hips to keep her thrusts straight. And she’s grunting on every single movement when she finally comes with a strangled cry, Eddie throwing her quickly back to the mattress. 

He grabs the condom he slipped in his pocket earlier, rips open the package, and frees his length from his boxers. She’s got the handkerchief off her eyes as he’s rolling the condom on.

“Seriously?” she pants, scandalized. “You’ve been dressed this whole time?”

“Oh, bite me,” he laughs as he lunges for her, making her squeak before laughing herself and wrapping her legs around him. He sinks all the way in on the first thrust and her head jerks back with a gasp. He fucks her into the mattress, the zipper of his jeans scraping against her inflamed skin.

She lets the sounds fall from her mouth, eyes closed in pleasure as he folds her in half. Looking down at her like this, he’s so grateful he didn’t come in his boxers like he thought he might. He fucks a little slower to let her feel how full she is, his breath knocked out of him as her pussy grips around his cock. He leans into her mouth, kissing her as he moves faster, punishing thrusts that make her whine into his lips.

He breaks the kiss, needing the air as he reaches the edge, and she cranes her neck up to bite his neck. Hard.

It shocks him, but fuck it feels good and he’s spilling into her with an anguished yell. She bears down on him with a moan, making him whine into her neck. He rests there for a moment on top of her, catching his breath as their bodies relax.

After a while he looks up at her, stunned but proud. “You actually bit me.”

“What?” she giggled innocently, taking his face in her hands and brushing his hair back. “You asked for it.”