#virgin!Eddie
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Description: Your best friend Eddie starts to look very appealing to you, but if you suggest a dynamic change, will he go for it?
Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, AFAB reader, weed smoking, virgin Eddie x virgin reader, grinding, fingering, fem oral receiving.
A/N: I just wanted to write a little goofy, not so confident Eddie and this poured out of my brain hole. Enjoy! Reblogs and comments keep me alive so please for the love of all that is smutty reblog if you enjoy it!Â
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âAll I'm saying isâŚâ you take a big pull of the joint Eddie wiggles at you, his rough fingers brushing your lips. Your voice comes out croaky as hell when you speak, holding the smoke in, â...you can't do the voice.âÂ
The film plays quietly in the background as you both hang out on his couch, paying little attention to it.Â
Eddie scoffs at you, taking the smoke back, and takes a big lug of it himself, hand coming to rest on your bare ankle that was thrown casually over his lap.Â
âWhat you trying to say? You know I can do voices. I could totally do Vader.âÂ
Giggling, you wiggle your feet as he lightly drags his fingers over them.Â
âDon't do that, you know it tickles!âÂ
Holding his hands up and away from you, you almost miss the contact. Which was insane. This is Eddie, for fucks sake. Your best friend. The asshole who made you nearly piss your pants in seventh grade from tickling too hard, who does stupid shit to get you to smile when you're sad.Â
Recently though, the little lingering touches he gives you make your toes curl. Those glances that last a little too long for best friends, the drag of his hand on your back when you move through a crowd. It was crazy, but a part of you couldn't help but think he was feeling the same way. It wasn't like you were in love with the guy, at least not like that. He was almost family. Which made the feelings that you were having sinful in a way that made your thighs clench.Â
The flirting didn't help. Eddie flirted as naturally as breathing. He was just so goddamn charming; he had chemistry with everyone. Which made it even more awkward. What if your salacious thoughts weren't reciprocated? Maybe it was just your raging hormones and you needed to keep them in check before you lose your best friend.Â
âYou're wrong you know.âÂ
Eddie's words bring you out of the daze you've been falling into; you blink at him, confused.Â
âHuh?âÂ
Eddie rolls his eyes, and flashes you a smirk that does nothing to quench the fire inside, right when his large hands move to your waist and tickle you relentlessly. You're gasping giggles as he pins your hands over your head, full weight pressing into you. Somehow, he's got his narrow hips in between your thighs, which is definitely not helping the situation.Â
âI can totally do the voice, see?â He drops it two octaves, letting a deep bass voice flow out of him, âLuke, I am your father.âÂ
Fuck, that shouldn't turn you on, but it did. That, and his forced proximity has you feeling uncomfortably wet. It's embarrassingly seeping into your panties; so much so that you cringe at your body's betrayal.Â
He's just so damn close. So close, that you see something fluttering behind those brandy wine eyes of his. Or, was it merely your imagination?
Only one way to find out.Â
Biting your lip, you flutter your eyelashes softly and speak in the sexiest voice you can.
âDoes that mean I should call you Daddy?âÂ
Eddie's mouth drops open in a perfect O, eyebrows knitted.Â
âYou can't- you just- fuck!âÂ
He clambers off of you in an attempt to put some space between you, crossing his legs on the couch. Eddie looks flustered, cheeks burning red as he looks at you like you just grew an extra head.Â
âI can't what, Eddie? Can't tease you like you tease me?âÂ
âHuh? I don't tease you! When did I-âÂ
âOh, pinning me down don't count, huh?âÂ
Crossing your arms over your chest, you watch as he blows air out, grabbing a cushion and ramming it in his lap.Â
âI didn't mean it like that, it's just, I dunno.âÂ
Looking down at his hands, he fiddles with his rings. The sheepishness he's showing is adorable, and so unlike him that it stops you in your tracks. Maybe you should just go easy on him, just a little.Â
âDon't worry about it Eds, I'm just fucking around.âÂ
There's a bit of tension released from his shoulders, but he's still not looking at you.Â
Fuck, you need another smoke.Â
âYou want me to roll?âÂ
âHell no, I've seen you roll.âÂ
Scrunching your nose in fake anger, he laughs at you.Â
âLook like a little chipmunk when you do that.âÂ
âAll I hear is that you think I'm adorable.â You giggle as he mockingly rolls his eyes.Â
âOK, you roll, I'll grab some sodas.âÂ
Getting up, you smooth your skirt down and walk over to the fridge. The cans are on the lower shelf, so you bend to grab two, making a mental note to tell Eddie to buy some more.Â
When you look back, Eddie's slid to the floor, rolling paraphernalia spread out in front of him. It would be a normal scene, if he didn't still have the cushion wedged in his lap and his face wasn't glowing redder than your underwear.Â
Underwear⌠underwear that he might have seen, since you just bent over. And the only reason why he'd keep that cushion in his lap is if heâŚÂ
Oh.Â
Wordlessly, you put the soda next to his elbow and scoot up on the couch, entirely unsure about what you're supposed to do in a situation like this. The furthest you've ever gone is some over the clothes stuff.Â
Plus, this is Eddie. Your stupid, asshole, mean, tormenting, breathtakingly gorgeous best friend. You curse, wriggling a little in your seat. Your panties are so damp they're practically glued to your privates, a heat emanating from you that's making your insides burn.Â
âMilady.âÂ
Eddie holds the joint to you, perfectly rolled and more surprisingly, unlit.
âEddie, you always take the first toke. Rollers rights, remember?âÂ
He shrugs and passes it anyway, giving you the lighter too, as he lifts himself onto the couch with both hands, letting his cushion shield drop briefly. Long enough to see the tightness in the crotch of his pants.Â
Now the feel of your slick is dampening your thighs. Pushing them together as tight as you can, willing the feeling to dissipate, you light it with trembling hands. One puff, two puffs, pass. As his fingers graze yours, he looks at you appraisingly.
âYou alright there sweetheart? Not comfy?âÂ
Nothings gonna happen if you just sit here and whine like a bitch in your head. Take the leap.Â
âIt's a little, er, embarrassing.âÂ
Knees squeezing together so hard it's bordering on painful, you look up at him through your lashes. Eddie's eyes are wide and warm, a light smile wrinkling them at the corners softly.Â
âIt's only me, come on. You can tell me anything.â
Huffing and wriggling some more, you watch him inhale smoke, and blow it out, a slight pout to his mouth that makes you want to pepper it with soft kisses. Then hard kisses. Then, other stuff. Fuck.Â
âIt's not- we don't, talk about this kinda stuff. I don't wanna⌠cross a line, you know?â
âHey, it's alright.â His thick fingers shakily touch your knee, thumb rubbing back and forth. You're not sure if it calms you or makes you worse. It could be both.Â
âFine. Just, don't look at me when I tell you this, âkay?âÂ
There's a little laugh from him, then he rests his head on the back of the couch, eyes staring resolutely to the ceiling.Â
âAlright weirdo I'm not looking. Shoot.âÂ
Tightening your knuckles, your face creases with the effort as you let fly the words that may well end your friendship.Â
âI'm uncomfortable, I'm just- fuck, I'm really wet, OK?â
Of all the things you could say, you know Eddie was not expecting you to say that. Especially when he blushes profusely and his grip tightens hard on the cushion in his lap. True to his word, his gaze is directed firmly on the ceiling.Â
âThat's really-â His voice is broken; squeaky and boyish. He coughs and it comes out much lower, almost comically so. âThat's, er, interesting.âÂ
You can't help it. A crazy laugh shoots out of your throat. An insane laugh. A mental institution laugh. It seems fitting for the situation. Here you are, on Eddie fucking Munsonâs couch, telling him how wet you are? You've finally lost it.Â
He laughs with you, helping to diffuse some of the awkward energy filling the room.
âSorry Eddie. It just feels a bit, surreal, you know?âÂ
Eddie risks a look at you when he hands the joint back. You both stare at each other, each wishing to read the other's mind.Â
Remember who you're talking to. This is Eddie. You can talk to him about anything.Â
âListen, Eddie, this is way out of fucking left field but I'm gonna say it. Have you like, done stuff, before?âÂ
Taking the biggest inhale you can risk without swallowing the roach, you pass the smoke back. There's a very slight shake to Eddie's hand. For some reason it gives you a bit more confidence. His voice wobbles more dramatically than you've ever heard.
âYou mean like, sexual, stuff?âÂ
He finishes the smoke and stubs it out, glancing at you. There's a heat in his eyes that you're not used to seeing.Â
âY-yeah, I mean, honest truth? I've only done over the clothes stuff. Nothing more than that. And you?âÂ
Eddie coughs, puffing his chest out a little in full man-mode.
âI mean, yeah sure, a bit more than that, you know.âÂ
You do know. You know by the way he worded that, he's at least not gotten past third base.Â
âYou're a virgin too then.âÂ
âHey!â He huffs, turning to you, âI'm like, way less of a virgin than you are!âÂ
You laugh loudly, knocking his arm with your fist.Â
âDoesn't make you less of a virgin, you idiot.âÂ
He laughs, shaking his head.Â
âSuppose you're right. Some hook-ups âround the back of The Hideout don't count for much.â
Reaching for his hand, you brush his knuckles with tentative fingers.Â
âEddie, what I'm trying to say is, well maybe- we could help each other out? I'm a bit⌠frustrated, and so are you. You know?âÂ
He squirms a little, recoiling from your touch.Â
âWhat makes you think I'm frustrated?âÂ
âEddie, I'm not a fucking idiot. I know why you're grabbing that cushion.âÂ
He laughs, his special fake laugh he reserves for awkward occasions. That is, until you grab the cushion from his lap and throw it across the room.
He's hard, almost painfully so. It's pressing against his zipper in such a way that you know it must be uncomfortable. You take in a harsh breath as you look at his face. So many emotions seem to be fighting for dominance. Clear arousal, some confusion, a little bit of pity, maybe? Which is the last thing you want to see.
Maybe you were wrong.
âI'm saying that we can help each other. I'm attracted to you. I'm not declaring my love for you or anything. It's not like, some crazy confession. I'm just saying we could⌠relieve each other.â
âOh.â His whole demeanour has shifted at your words, âso you don't like, love me, or anything?âÂ
âEddie, you are so fucking stupid. Of course I love you, you're my best friend. Just not like that. I mean, I kinda want you to⌠touch me places, don't mean I want your hand in marriage!âÂ
His chuckle rings against the tinny walls of the trailer. Then, he looks at you, really looks at you. Biting his lip, he walks his hands toward you, stopping just shy of your constricted knees.Â
âGlad you said that. I didn't know how to say that I kinda⌠well, that I like you, that way, but not like⌠man, you said it better.âÂ
And just like that, your Eddie was back. It wasn't weird, far from it. After the way you'd been acting around each other for years, it just made sense.Â
You both smile at each other. A genuine, familiar smile. One that hurts your cheeks, that makes your chest fill with warmth.Â
âI know this is like, super weird, but it might help, you know?âÂ
Eddie crawls further towards you, palms splayed on your knees. The simple touch has you quivering.Â
âWhat if it's too weird? I don't want this to ruin our friendship.âÂ
You smile softly, and unclench your thighs slightly, knees spreading. Enough to make his eyes dart down to your core and back up, laced with want.Â
âTell you what Eds. Kiss me.âÂ
âAnd how is that gonna help?â
You laugh, beckoning him forwards. As if on a string, he leans toward you, his rough hands grazing the tops of your thighs. You try to disguise the gasp it elicits from you, but it doesn't seem necessary. Eddie's breathing hard, hard enough to hide any impromptu noises from you.Â
âJust kiss me Eddie. If it's weird and gross, we'll laugh about it. If it's, erm, better than that⌠well, then we can maybe take it a little further.â
Eddie leans in more, hovering over you as your head rests naturally into the armrest. But he stops, inches from your face, hesitating.Â
âI don't- shit, I don't know what to do!âÂ
Laughing loud, you reach out and twirl a section of his hair in your soft hands, adding definition to a curl.Â
âJust, use a move on me. You know? Like I'm one of those girls at The Hideout. Come on.âÂ
He laughs, knuckles dragging over your cheek.Â
âThat's⌠this isn't the same. You're not like that âÂ
âFine, just- come on to me. Hit me with your best shot. Just, I dunno, just-â
The rest of your sentence dies on your tongue as he cradles your jaw and presses his full lips softly to yours. You don't know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. He holds your face almost delicately, tongue lapping gently at your lip until you allow him to slip it inside.Â
It's a slow, deliberate thing, as if he's mapping out your mouth in case you never agree to do this again. Not that that's a danger to you. His tongue is burning hot; a slippery warm need, igniting the fire that was already smouldering within you.Â
His form relaxes slightly, allowing his weight to drop. His chest falls onto yours, no doubt telling him of the heaving gasps you're taking. You couldn't find it in you to mind, not whilst he's prising your legs open with one knee, his thigh pressing against just where you need it most.Â
A moan races out of your mouth and into his, muffled into his chasing tongue. The warmth between your legs is just getting worse, stoked by the pressure of his searching knee. Suddenly there's tension exactly where you need it, the coarse denim of his thigh rubbing hard against your throbbing nub.Â
âEddie, fuck!â
He smiles into your mouth as he pushes his leg harder, groans overtaking his mouth as you use it to chase your pleasure.Â
His perfect mouth traces down your jaw, nipping and sucking at your flesh. His thick tongue lathing over your taut muscles, your tiny fingers grasping onto his arms almost pathetically.Â
When he breaks away to look at you, eyes searching for doubts, you can't help but think how beautiful he looks. His hair's a little messier than usual, cheeks flushed pink, and those full lips look even plumper than before.Â
âSorry, should have checked in. Was that, alright? Not too weird?âÂ
You try to slow your breathing, but it's no use. It usually takes you a while to get there on your own, but you were so close to coming on Eddie's leg after a couple of minutes of making out it was almost shameful.Â
âI'll say, jeez. I nearly- er, got carried away.âÂ
âReally?â Eddie's eyes seem to brighten as the corners of his mouth twitch up into a cheeky grin.Â
âDon't let that get to your head! I'm just really⌠needy right now.âÂ
âFuck,â he replies, adjusting his bulge, âright, carried away, you say?â
Before you can process what he's said he leaps up, grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder. Your giggling squeals echo through the trailer, ringing out like the peals of a bell as he barges into his room and throws you on the bed. Laughing and red faced, with your skirt rucked up around your hips and your arms flung above your head, you notice Eddie's gaze shamelessly skimming to your panties.Â
Shaking out of his bare faced revelry he jumps onto the bed next to you, eager as a kid at Christmas. He's on his side, a large hand roaming over your stomach, across your waist, down to your hips and skimming just under your thin sweater.Â
âYou want me to take this off?â You ask, tugging at the hem.Â
âOh, er- yeah, I-I mean if you- do you want to take it off?âÂ
Eddie bumbles through his words as you giggle at him, his usual confident demeanour evaporated at the thought of your body.Â
âEddie you dingus, you've literally seen me in my underwear before!âÂ
âWell, yeah⌠but that was before you, er, filled out.âÂ
It was a long time ago. A hot Summer spent running around the trailer park hitting each other with water balloons. You'd almost forgotten how far back it was.
âYou don't have to be scared of my boobs ya know.âÂ
Eddie scoffs, hitting you playfully with a flick of his finger on the tip of your nose. You grab it, trying to bite it but he's pulling it away and you follow. It turns into yet another wrestling match as laughter rings from the pair of you. He tries to hold his hand up high but then you straddle him.Â
Suddenly, his arm goes limp and you pull the offending digit into your mouth triumphantly, nibbling softly. It's then you realise you're straddling his stomach and he's completely lost, staring at the way your skirt is wrinkled.Â
Play fight discarded, you shimmy down his body and revel in the little shaking breath Eddie makes as you sit gently on his crotch, the hardened bulge pressing into your clothed heat.Â
âFuck, you're so warm.âÂ
You blush as his fingers dig into your hips as if afraid you'll disappear.Â
âYou can feel that, through your jeans?âÂ
He chuckles low in his throat and the sound travels straight to your tummy, letting loose a cascade of butterflies.Â
âFeel it? It's like a freaking furnace. Bet it'll feel amazing inside you.âÂ
It's just Eddie, running his mouth; in fact it seems he didn't mean to say that out loud judging by the look on his face. He always has an issue separating outside thoughts and inside thoughts. It was so casually spoken though, you don't think he realised just how dirty it sounded.Â
Your fingers smooth up his stomach, feeling the muscles tense under the contact, pulling his shirt up with them.Â
âReally hot when you say stuff like that.âÂ
You're embarrassed admitting it, but you're so turned on that he needs to know how much his words affect you. Mostly so he'll keep using them.
âYeah?âÂ
âHmm.âÂ
You're dragging nails over his abdomen, tugging his t-shirt higher and higher. He doesn't seem to mind, firm hands pulling your hips slowly back and forth. So you take a shot, and yank it up high. He gets the message, lifting his arms over his head so you can fling it off and away.Â
There's no subtlety to the way he pulls at your top, sitting up to wrench it off you. He's panting, eyes raking over your red cotton bra as if you were in the finest lingerie. Then your lips crash together, desperately exploring each other's mouths, teeth clashing in urgency. You collapse on top of him as he holds your hip with one hand, guiding you over his hardness as the other palms your breast over your bra.Â
That feeling is back, the burning tingling mass of arousal clutching your insides, growing and growing quicker than ever. You rut against him, each pass sending a zip of sensation all the way from your clit to the tips of your toes.Â
Moaning in his mouth, you break away and he nips at your neck, rough fingers snaking into your bra to clumsily rub your nipple. You cling to his waist tightly as the feeling mounts, and mounts, and finally-Â
âEddie! Oh- oh fuckinâ hell!âÂ
It happens. The thing that had never happened to you outside of your own late night desperate fumblings. It flows like liquid fire through your veins, buzzing across your skin in a wild burning sensation that takes you utterly by surprise. Your sounds are feral; incoherent and needy, as your thighs grasp him firmly as if in fear of him moving away.Â
After a loaded silence, whilst you both breathe, and breathe, you finally unclasp your legs around him, falling to the side in an ungainly heap of arms and legs. Â
âWell. Holy fucking shit.â you laugh nervously, legs shaking with the after effects.
âSo, not too weird?â He smiles, taking the opportunity to get on top of you, arms either side of your head.Â
âIt's a little weird. Only ever, you know, came, on my own, so yeah.âÂ
âYeah?â The cocky look is back, a hand trailing down your shoulder to rest on your breast.Â
âCan I take this off, please?âÂ
You smile and lift your back up so he can slide his hand behind you, fumbling around to try and get the clasp, swearing under his breath.Â
âI don't know, can you?â You question, stifling giggles.Â
âYou could just help me, you know, you-you devil woman- Oh wait I did it!âÂ
The clasp springs free and Eddie's proud smile nearly splits his face apart as he eagerly pulls down the straps.Â
âYou're such a goofball.â
âYou've got amazing tits, Jesus Christ.âÂ
Heat flushes your chest and before you can retort he's kneeling between your legs, hot mouth sucking roughly on a nipple. Words fail you, your body the only thing talking as you arch your back and push toward his greedy lips. Letting go with a loud pop, he sucks a hickey right in the middle of your sternum, running his thumb over the wet mark after.Â
âI wanna go down on you.â He blurts it out, spill words tugging out of his lips before he can stop them.Â
âYou wanna what?â You respond, dazed as he looks up at you, eyes full of fire.Â
âI wanna use my mouth on you. Down here.âÂ
He drags his fingers low, pressing one just to the top of your mound.Â
âYou really want to?â As far as you're aware, that's not a thing guys tend to want to do. At least that's what you've heard. Eddie seems to be an exception.Â
âMore than anything.â He's brutally honest, eyes wide and begging.Â
âI mean, if you want to, sure.âÂ
âOK, shit, just wait a sec.âÂ
Getting up so fast it must make his head spin, he unbuttons his jeans and wrestles them down his legs, tossing them away. The tent in his boxers makes your eyes widen.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he climbs back on the bed.Â
âSorry, just so fuckinâ hard it hurts.âÂ
Nothing can stop the whimper that shoots out of your mouth at his words. Again, he's just being honest, but he doesn't seem to understand how sexy it is.Â
Moving to unzip your skirt, he bats your hand away to do it himself. Before he pulls it off, he looks at you nervously.Â
âJust, let me know if you don't like something. Or if you do. I've er, I've not done this before so lower your expectations.â He laughs it out, embarrassment coating each word.Â
âI thought you had a bunch of hook ups at The Hideout?â You tease, smirking at him.Â
âRight, full disclosure, I've erm, used my fingers before, a few times. And once- once some girl tried to give me head and I busted in like three seconds, OK?âÂ
He grabs a bunch of his hair and hides behind it while you chuckle.Â
âEddie, it's fine, I'm glad you told me. It's just me. I'm not gonna judge you, you know that.âÂ
âYeah, of course.â The breath he lets out is loud, tension melting from his body, and he bends to pull your skirt down and off. Your panties are next; they cling to your core so much it makes you cringe, but he doesn't seem to mind.Â
âCan you, spread your legs a little sweetheart?â His voice is husky, eyes staring straight at your pussy. Feeling exposed, you do as he asks, fighting the urge to pull away from his gaze.Â
âLook at you. Beautiful.âÂ
Smiling at his words, it turns into an open mouthed gasp as he strokes his fingers softly through your folds.Â
âFuck me, you're soaked.âÂ
Then his tongue is slipping across you, feeling tentatively as he keeps your legs wide with his rough palms. It's different; wet and messy, but it's incredible. The pleasure increases tenfold as his wandering mouth finds your clit.Â
âEddie, right there, right there!âÂ
He groans, pushing his face into you so hard you can feel the vibrations from the noise. He's moving his tongue up and around it, making an absolute mess of spit and slick over you. Suddenly he tries sucking and your back leaves the bed, hands coming to clutch at his hair.Â
âOh my God, do that again, please please, oh fuck!âÂ
He does it again, and again, smoothing each suckle with a flat lick from his tongue. Fingers graze your hole suddenly, making you jump. As you look down you see Eddie's entirely consumed by what he's doing, rutting himself into the mattress like an animal. One finger breaches you, feeling around, pumping slowly in and out. It's good, but it's not great.Â
You feel ashamed even trying to guide him but you attempt to shake it off.Â
âEddie?âÂ
âHmm?â He looks up, an almost dazed expression in his eyes.Â
âCan you- can you curl your finger upward?âÂ
âLike this?âÂ
Your reaction is instantaneous, hips rucking up to his touch.Â
âFuuuck.âÂ
âYeah? That good, sweetheart?âÂ
That smugness is back but it isn't in you to care. There's no words, just little whimpers and moans as you grab him by the hair and push his mouth back where you need it.Â
When he adds another finger, you're gone. Your walls are clenching around him, sucking him in as the feeling of his thick digits stretching you fills your entire being. Dots dance in your vision as your whole body feels fuzzy, tingles whispering over your skin. You cry out as the feeling escalates, bubbling through you until you can't see, can't think, clawing at Eddie's head until you reach an impossible precipice. Then, it explodes, showering you in waves, over and over.Â
âOh my God that was amazing, fuck Eddie, you're incredible, I never came that hard in all my life, Jesus Christ!âÂ
You're babbling, you know, bubbles of platitudes popping out of your mouth in almost nonsensical sounds as your legs twitch like crazy.Â
Eddie scoots up a little, face pressed into the plush of your stomach. He mumbles something incomprehensible. Leaning up on your elbows, you pull his hair a little making him look at you.Â
âYou alright there? What'd you say?âÂ
Eddie laughs, kissing your tummy, face flushed pink.Â
âI said I fuckinâ came in my pants.âÂ
Then he hides again, as if your skin can cover his embarrassment.Â
âEddie, come here you dope.âÂ
He climbs up you, leaning on quivering arms. The front of his boxers pushes on your sticky core.Â
âDon't worry about it, that's kinda hot.âÂ
âYeah? You're hot. That was, wow. I think I found my favourite place.âÂ
You giggle, pressing kisses to his lips. There's still traces of you on him but you don't care.Â
âCan you tell me what you said again?â He asks, grin fighting to envelop his whole face.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âYou know, how I'm the most incredible lover in existence.â Waggling his eyebrows at you, he strokes a wayward hair off of your sweaty forehead.Â
âI did not say that!âÂ
âI'm paraphrasing, it was pretty close.âÂ
You hit him on the chest playfully and he falls to the side in a terrible act of mock pain. Crawling on top of him, you continue to smack him, fake punches thrown at his ribs.Â
âOK, you win, I cannot best you!âÂ
Grabbing your hand, he kisses your knuckles and you melt against him, pressing soft kisses to his mouth. They turn harder, tongues massaging each other as he runs his hands down your back.Â
You break away to plant a single kiss to the tip of his nose.Â
âMaybe in a bit, you know, when you've⌠recoveredâŚâÂ
Dragging your nails down his lean chest you look up at him, biting your lip.Â
âWe can⌠go all the way?âÂ
Eddie's face lights up. He grabs you and flings you down so he's on top, kissing your neck and jaw sloppily as you squeal at the sudden onslaught.Â
âYes, fuck yes, gimme like two minutes, five tops.âÂ
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You Can Have Me
virgin!Eddie x fem!reader
summary: Eddie decides that he's finally ready for his first time
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v)
part one part two
Rain pattered against Eddie's trailer as the two of you were lying on his bed. He was on top of you, your lips connected in a very messy make out session. His lip swiped along your bottom lip and for once, he actually felt like he was ready to take it to the next level. He was ready to finally sleep with you, knowing that you were the only person who was capable of truly understanding him. Of making him feel the way he deserved for his first time.
He pulled away from you, his eyes glazed over, his hair an absolute mess from where your fingers had been holding onto it, running through it, pulling on it until moans fell from his mouth.
He gave you a look that you were somehow able to decipher, furrowing your eyebrows as if to ask him if he was sure. And even if he wasn't, you were more than happy to stop if he was uncomfortable. You knew how important it was to him and were determined to make it special for him.
"Eddie...are you sure?" You asked, sitting up and he followed, not straddling your waist. You hands then took his, pressing a kiss to each one. "I want you to be sure."
"I am," he nodded. "I'm ready."
He climbed off of you so you could grab a condom from your purse then tossed to the side of the bed before pulling him in for another kiss. You hands moved to the buttons of your cardigan and you slowly unbuttoned them as Eddie removed his shirt.
Your shirt fell onto the bed behind you and Eddie pulled you closer, his hands moved to your back, his fingers undoing your bra as his tongue swirled around yours. It fell between your bodies and you tossed it aside before helping him lie on his back.
Together, you unbuttoned his jeans before he removed them completely so now he was only in his underwear and now you could see his rock hard cock tenting in it. He slowly pushed them down his waist and you could stop staring at his now free cock.
You let your eyes rake over his body, feeling honored that you were the only one that he wanted to see him naked. You never thought you would have been his first, but now it just made sense to you, not that you were expecting it. You were his best friend, the one person who knew him in ways that no one else did.
You rolled the condom onto him before lining yourself up with him before you settled yourself onto his cock. He let out a noise as soon as he was inside you and you couldn't help but think that he was the hottest sound he had ever made. It was hot and breathy and almost sounded like a moan.
Your hands rested on his shoulders as you leaned down, looking him directly in his brown eyes. The were still glazed over, his pupils blown wide as a smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.
"Let me know if I do something you don't like or even if you're not having a good time. This is all about you tonight, okay?"
"Okay," he nodded and his hands moved to your waist as you began to ride him, taking it as slow as you good, wanting him to get comfortable with it before you picked up your pace.
His eyes shut tight as he let out a loud moan, his fingers, curling into your hips. You watched him come undone underneath you, already taking a mental picture of what he looked like, his hair splayed out on the pillow underneath his head, his very pink cheeks, his eyes shut tight, and his mouth wide open as he let out moan after moan.
He was already close, but he didn't want that to be the end of it. He wanted to keep going as long as you would've had him, wanting to go for as many rounds as possible, going into the late night and early morning.
You had barely even done anything and it was already everything he had dreamed of, doing it with someone he cared about who seemed to actually want him in the way he wanted them. It was all perfect and he only had you to thank for it.
You leaned down, pressing your lips to his kiss bitten ones, slowly moving down so that they were right by his ear.
"Look at you, taking me so well. You're doing great."
"Really?" He asked, bucking his hips towards yours and you pulled back to smile at him before moving back to his ear.
"Really," you replied, bringing his earlobe between your teeth and giving it a soft bite before diffusing it with a suck.
He let out another moan and continued to buck his hips against yours, wanting to make you feel as good as you were making him feel. And that was when he had a feeling that he only really got when he was alone. He knew that his orgasm was building and decided that he didn't care how loud he was as he let out a scream, his back arching as he did so.
His hips bucked one more time as everything was getting to him. He was getting tired and the two of you had barely even done anything. He felt dizzy, but that didn't mean he wanted to stop. He wanted to keep going until you weren't able to walk.
"Getting tired, hm?" You asked as you slowed your pace even more.
"No," he slurred. "Not at all."
"I think you're getting tired. How about this? How about we take a nap then we can pick up where he left off? If you want, you can be on top next time."
"Deal," he replied and you climbed off of him before disposing of the condom.
You then helped him get under the covers before getting in beside him, pulling him to your chest then pecking his lips. You ran your fingers through his sweaty hair, knowing that it was the best way to help him fall alseep while you laid there, hoping that he enjoyed his first time just as much as you did.
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Eddie's Notes (eddie munson x fem!reader one-shot)
summary: Eddie's a friend you trust... you trust him enough to have your first time with him... and your second.
tropes: virgin!eddie, virgin!reader, friends to lovers, bad at sex eddie but eager to learn (eventually) warnings: 18+! mature language, pet names (baby, pretty/sweet girl), smut, p in v sex, mentions of reader's period, oral (f receiving), virginity loss a/n: a lot of people write eddie as being good in bed (myself included) but I thought it'd be fun to dive into a realm of him being not good (but he is a cutey little dedicated sweetheart once he gets his act together). reblogs and comments are appreciated profusely <3 wc: 10.4k+
âDo you want to do something else?â You ask over the top of Eddie's copy of The Hobbit.Â
âNot really anything else to do.â Eddie replies, from the other end of his bed, only sparing you a short glance before going back to his guitar.Â
Youâve been thinking about it for a while and you trust Eddie, you really do.Â
Saving yourself for marriage is not in the question. Saving yourself for the love of your life doesnât seem probable. So someone you trust is the best case scenario. And you really trust Eddie.Â
The best part is youâre pretty sure itâll be an even playing field with Eddie. In his crude nature, with sex jokes and innuendos, it was hard to decide whether or not he has but youâre almost certain he hasnât.Â
Almost certain.Â
âAre you a virgin?â You ask, words spilling from your lips before you can stop them.Â
âWhat?â He laughs. You shrug before realizing that maybe that question is outside of your realm of friendship. Maybe what you actually want to ask him is eons outside of your friendship.Â
Sure, youâve been friends with him for a few years now but youâre not the best of friends. Good enough friends to hang out a couple times a month doing nothing beyond enjoying each other's company, but itâs not like youâre best best friends.Â
âIf you donât want to answer, thatâs fine. I guess that was super weird for me to ask, sorry.â You say, going back to hiding your face in his book.Â
âNoâ no, not weird at all.â He says with a nervous chuckle.Â
You give him a moment to answer the question but he doesnât. When you peek out from behind the book again, his gaze is fixed forward, stuck in a trance of thought.
âSorry.â You say again.
âNoâ donât be.â He shakes his head, blinking away whatever he was thinking. âIâm um, uhâ not really?â He says, adding an inflection to his statement like heâs asking you.
âNot really?â You ask, looking for clarification but he just shrugs. You assume the conversation is done but as soon as you go back to the book, he speaks again.Â
âI⌠have done stuff. You know, a little rub and tug from the hideoutâs finest,â He says, making a crude pumping motion with his fist over his guitar covered crotch. âbut⌠to elaborate, uhâ no actual penetration, I guess.â
âPenetration?â You say, laughing softly at his choice of words.Â
âYeah⌠never put it in?â He says again like heâs asking you if itâs an okay answer.Â
âFair enough.â You smile, nodding your head.Â
The both of you sit in silence, Eddie shifting uncomfortably in his spot. You expected him to counter ask your question, but he just sits there, fingers drumming on the body of his guitar.
âWhy did you ask me that?â He asks with a genuine curiosity, finally breaking the silence.Â
âYou donât want to know if Iâm a virgin?â You ask, purposefully ignoring his question.Â
âAre you?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
Eddieâs eyebrows rise, hiding beneath his bangs before he comically relaxes himself, putting on an image of indifference. âOh⌠me too.â He says coolly.
âSo Iâve heard.â You reply, rolling your lips inwards to try and hold back your laugh. You twist in the bed, putting the book down on the floor.
âWhy are we talking about this?â He asks quietly, following your lead and setting his guitar down on the bed beside him.Â
âDo you⌠want toâŚâ You ask, trailing off, shrugging your shoulders.
âWant toâŚ?â He asks, sitting up straighter.Â
âYou know?â You say, raising your eyebrows hoping he says it so you donât have to. Faux indifference thrown to the wind, his own eyebrows rise once again, eyes going wide in disbelief.Â
The silence goes unperturbed until his mouth pulls into a flatline before dropping agape, his eyes narrowing in on you.Â
âI think youâre gonna have to spell this one out for me, cause I think I know what you mean, but I am not gonna look like an idiot if Iâm thinking something entirely different than what youâre thinking.â He rambles, hands working overtime twisting his rings mindlessly.Â
âDo you not want to?â You ask, your eyes flitting to his nervous habits on full display.Â
âNo I do!â He says a little too loudly, cheeks going red in embarrassment. âBut⌠clarify please cause I really donât want to be reading this wrong.â He says, flattening his palms on his legs, as he clocks that youâve noticed his fidgeting.Â
âDo you want to have sex with me?â You ask as plain as can be. All of Eddie's fidgeting stops immediately. He freezes, his eyes going wide, and you feel your own nerves pick up.
It takes a moment but when he comes back alive, his eyes finding yours. âYouâre not joking right?â He asks, his gaze penetrating so deeply it almost becomes too much.
âIâm not joking.â
âUhâ then⌠yes.â He says calmly.
âTry not to sound so enthusiastic.â You laugh nervously, feeling uncomfortable in the thick tension of the room.
âShitâ Iâm sorry. Iâm justâ it took me by surprise. But I do! Really do, seriously!â
âOkay then.â You smile, feeling your nerves relax. âDo you want to⌠now?â
He nods his head vigorously before pausing with a look of defeat. âShit, yeah I do but Wayne was supposed to be helping a friend fix up their car. He might be home in a few hours.â
âA few hours? Is it⌠is it gonna take that long?â You laugh.
âProbably not.â He says, cheeks flushing dark red. He starts wringing his hands again, his nervous habits becoming more and more prominent by the second.
âEddie, I donât want to make you uncomfortable, you can tell me if you donât want to. I wonât be upset, I swear.â You say, sitting up straighter to look at him.Â
âNoâ no god no. I mean yesâ I do. I want to. I justâ fuck, I didnât think weâd be doing this today.â He says, eyes flickering over the room before meeting you with a sheepish smile.Â
âShould I take my clothes off?â You ask, toying at the hem of your shirt.Â
âOh shitâ yeah. Yeah, and Iâll take mine off?â He asks, grabbing at the hem of his own shirt.Â
âYeah. I think so.â You smile, pulling your shirt off.Â
âIâm just gonnaâ yeah, just gonna move this first.â He says, picking up his guitar and pushing himself up off the bed. When he turns from hanging it up, he stops, eyes flickering over your shirtless body. Trying not to lose your nerve, you quickly unclasp your bra, pulling it down your arms, and dropping it off the side of the bed. Eddieâs unwavering eye contact with your chest makes your skin heat, playing on your nerves, especially since he's stood in the middle of his room not saying anything.
âEddie.â You say, folding your arms over your chest.Â
âRight.â He mumbles, jumping into action, pulling his own shirt over his head. He moves quickly to unbutton and unzip his pants and with a deep breath, you shimmy out of your own, pushing them off the edge of the bed.Â
âUnderwear too?â He asks, still standing in the middle of his room.
âI guess.â You laugh.
âRight. Stupid question.â He says, shaking his head. You watch as his hands go to his boxers and within a blink heâs pushing them down until they pool around his feet, his hard length becoming your main focus as it bobs against his lower belly. You take in the sight of him, still standing in the middle of his room, naked. Your eyes linger on his erection until his hands cover it.Â
âSorry.â You mumble shyly, shifting on the bed to tug down your own underwear.Â
âDonât be sorry.â He says, clearing his throat.Â
âAre you going to come over here orâŚâ You ask, dropping your underwear to land in the pile of your other discarded clothes.Â
âYeah.â He says, swallowing harshly. He steps to the edge of the bed, about to climb on until he stops. âCondom, uhâ gimme a minute.â He says, eyes darting around the room. âI have one somewhere, justâŚâ He mumbles as he bounds for his desk.
With his back turned, you let your eyes rake over him. Heâs cute, very cute. His nerves are endearing; however, Eddieâs always been brash, you didnât expect him to be so jittery. In a weird way, you like it, because itâs distracting you from a lot of your own nerves. You trust him, entirely. Youâve never not trusted him.
He opens drawer after drawer scrambling through his belongings until proudly holding up the little silver square.
âRight, good.â You say, trying to sound casual.Â
âAre you okay, like, do you need anything?â He asks, stumbling his way back to the bed over his messy floor.Â
âNo, Iâm good. Just need you, I guess.â You say, motioning down to his crotch, cringing at yourself for saying it like that.Â
âRight. Iâll⌠put this on then.â He replies. He settles on the bed beside you, pausing before tearing open the condom package. He pauses again.
âDo you need me to⌠help?â You offer, hoping you donât sound as dumb as you think you do.
âUh, Iâm good. I think, justâ slide it on there.â Eddie says, rambling as he fumbles with the condom. âJust like⌠that. There. Okay.â He coaches himself, turning his upper body towards you when itâs finally on.
âDo you wannaâŚ?â You ask, motioning for him to get on top of you.Â
âYeah, sure, yeah.â He rambles, pushing himself up. You spread your thighs for him, his hips fitting between your bent knees. His movements are awkward, which you also didnât expect from Eddie. Normally, heâs clumsy but heâs very forthcoming, very sure of himself. You're used to the way he thrashes through life, kind of like a bull in a china shop, but right now heâs tiptoeing, treading very lightly.
âShould I put my arms here?â He asks leaning forward so a hand rests on the bed next to your head.
âHowever youâre comfortable.â You say softly, trying to coax some of his nervousness away.
âLet me⌠just⌠figure this out.â He rambles again, adjusting his body first with both hands caging you in, then switching back to just one, before leaning back and resting on his knees.
It takes you a minute, but you clue in that every adjustment is centered around the least physical contact between the two of you. âYou can touch me, Eddie.â You say, hoping heâll ease into the moment.
âRight. Yeah of course.â He says, shaking his head. He tentatively lets his hands find your bent knees. His touch is feather light, obviously unsure.
âShould I justâŚâ He asks, looking down between where your bodies almost meet. His eyes linger between your thighs, hands gripping harder on your knees, and it makes your belly flip. A good flip, more like a flutter. You like how his eyes become darker, and his mouth slightly drops. Itâs cute. Heâs cute.Â
âIâm ready when you are.â You exhale, trying not to laugh as his eyes glaze over in a dazed look, still focused between your legs.
âIâm ready, so if youâre ready.â He replies mindlessly, still not looking up.Â
âEddie, you can put it in.â You laugh softly. His eyes finally flicker to you, catching your smile, and he mirrors it as best as he can, albeit with a blush of pink across his cheeks for being caught staring so long.Â
âRight⌠Iâll do that.â He replies. He takes his length in his hand, running his fist up and down once. Itâs a casual action, practiced, and you get a glimpse of what Eddieâs really like without the jumbled nerves.Â
He leans in the slightest bit and you feel the tip of his head prod at your slit, sliding down slowly. He works himself down, parting your slit until heâs resting just at your opening. You think he might start pushing in, but he pauses, keeping himself entirely still.Â
âUhâ sorry but, this is the hole right?â He asks, cheeks flaring red.
You donât blame him, there is a lot going on down there and you know he just wants to be sure. He's being careful, asking questions when heâs unsure, he doesnât want to hurt you, but it still makes your face turn the tiniest bit hotter because of the intimacy youâre not used to.Â
âThatâs the one.â You say awkwardly, moving your own hand down to your center to help guide him.Â
Before you can even wrap your hand around him, he interrupts you, making you draw your hand back.Â
âWait do weâ I donât have lube or anything.â He says, eyes flitting to yours.Â
âMaybe⌠spit? Thatâs what other people use, right?â You offer with a shrug.
âYeah⌠Iâll justâŚâ He says before dribbling over you. Missing completely, his glob of spit lands on your lower stomach making you laugh. He looks embarrassed at first, but as he watches you laugh, his lips slowly break into a smile before he eases into his own laughter.Â
âWhy are we being so awkward? Weâre friends, this is fine, right?â You say, exhaling, trying to compose yourself from your laughter.
âYeah, weâre friends⌠having sex.â He says with a heavy exhale.
âIâm still me and youâre still you, we donât need to be nervous.â You say, looking into Eddieâs eyes. He nods, taking another deep breath and letting it out and you can feel some of his nerves leave him. He nods again and you smile at him.Â
âIâm still me, youâre still you.â Eddie echoes. He takes a final deep breath before looking at you, returning a flash of a smile.Â
You spit in your hand, bringing it to your core, getting yourself wet. You motion for Eddie to come closer and when he does, you wrap your fingers around him enough to line him up with your entrance.Â
âOkay, so just push in. But slow please.â You guide.Â
âSlow, got it.â He replies, hips beginning to move towards you.
He takes your words to heart, pushing in extremely slow. So slowly, you arenât even sure if heâs moving, apart from the noises heâs trying to hold backâ and thereâs a lot of them, which must mean heâs getting something from this.Â
You move your hand to his hip, pulling him towards you and he moves a little faster at your guidance. You start to feel a pinch, then it turns into a stretch. He continues pushing in slowly, the stretch turning to a very mild burn.
âAre you almost in?â You ask, squeezing your eyes closed.
âAlmost, like another inch, maybe?â He says, hand squeezing your knee.
âOkayâ good.â You breathe.
âAre you okay?â He asks, movements stilling.
âJust stings, but keep going.â You say, trying to unclench the muscles you keep tensing by accident. He complies, pushing into you slowly again.
His hips finally press flush against yours and Eddie stills. Looking up at him, you see his mouth working back and forth, eyes glancing over your body like heâs trying not to look too hard or too long at any particular spot. Youâre about to tell him that he can touch you again but his mouth opens, sucking in a breath like heâs about to say something.Â
âYouâre really warm. Like⌠inside.â He says. His voice sounds strangled but you can tell heâs trying to come across as casual. You canât help but laugh.
This is what you wanted. Itâs easy. You feel comfortable enough to laugh. You trust Eddie and despite his nerves, heâs doing a good job.Â
With your hand on his hip, you keep him still, giving yourself time to adjust, and he complies, taking deep breaths that you subconsciously align your own breathing to.Â
When the sting relaxes into a dull ache, you take a final deep breath before relaxing your grip on Eddie.
âOkay, you can move, Eddie.â You say, pushing against his hip. He looks up at you long enough to nod, before moving his eyes back down to your center.
He pulls out slowly, just a touch faster than he pushed in and itâs such a foreign feeling to you. Itâs on the cusp of being something you might enjoy⌠but not quite there.Â
When he pushes back in, itâs a little quicker and you get the same almost pleasure feeling.Â
âFuck.â Eddie groans, hands squeezing harshly on your knees.
âItâs okay?â You ask. The tone of his voice catches you off guard. Youâve never heard Eddie sound like that before.
âY-yeah. Youâre really tight.â He says in that same tone. Itâs deep, itâs raspy, and he sounds out of breath. Itâs hot. Your stomach twirls, and you watch his face as it contorts in pleasure, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and his brows pinched harshly together.Â
He looks like heâs really enjoying it, but⌠apart from seeing him like this, you arenât.
You shift your hips, trying to find any ounce of pleasure but if anything, it just feels like heâs prodding at you. Not uncomfortable but definitely not pleasurable.
âEddie, does this⌠feel good for you?â You ask tentatively. You know the answer, you can tell by the way his breathing has turned into little pants but you figure there must be something youâre missing. You canât help but feel a pinch of jealousy that it feels that good for him.Â
âFuck. Yeah, feels really good.â He groans, his thrusts slowly picking up in pace.Â
You lay still, watching Eddie thrust in and out of you. The image of him, face contorted in pleasure, and all the breathy little gasps spilling from him makes a hint of heat pool in your lower stomach, but this isnât at all like you thought how sex would feel.Â
Maybe your next question comes out a little mean, but his radiating pleasure taunts you. Itâs juvenile, but you canât help but think how itâs not fair.
âArenât you gonna ask me if it feels good?â You watch as Eddieâs mouth drops open even further, his chest rising and falling harshly. His eyes squeeze shut and you arenât even sure if he heard you.Â
âIâm gonna cumâ shit. Iâm sorry. I canât- f-fuck.â He groans, his thrust becoming uneven, stuttering against you.Â
âOh.â You say quietly. His thrusts are short and shallow until his movement still, cock pulsing inside you.Â
And just like that, itâs over.Â
âJesus Christ.â Eddie groans, his hold on your knees becoming almost bruising. You feel a little more heat pool in your core seeing Eddie come undone but at this point, you know itâs over.
You continue laying still, watching Eddieâs face slowly unwind, eyes fluttering open. He pulls out, moving his way to lay back beside you on the bed, his breathing still harsh and ragged.
You watch as his head hits the pillow, eyes closing as he sucks in a deep breath, exhaling it harshly. His eyes open again, meeting your gaze.Â
âThat wasâ holy shit.â He says breathily.
âYeah?â You ask, trying not to sound disappointed because that most definitely was not âholy shitâ to you. Quite frankly⌠that was just shit. Youâre not upset, not in the slightest, just jealous. Envious that it was so easy for him and not you. Itâs irrational, and you know you shouldnât be mad at him, but it doesnât stop the bud of spite inside of you.Â
âDid thatâ sorry. Was that good for you?â He asks, head tilting towards you.Â
âNo.â You say flatly. Your eyes go wide at your answer because you most definitely didnât mean to say that, it just slipped without thinking.Â
And as you watch his face fall, every ounce of jealousy, envy, spite, anything you were feeling just seconds ago leaves you entirely, being replaced with regret for that one little word. You shouldnât have said that.Â
Eddie was nervous. He was shy. He was tentative. Gentle. Careful. Respectful.Â
It was endearing. You found him cute.Â
You wanted it to be with Eddie because you trust him. He did everything you wanted.Â
It was his first time too.
âOhâ He says, eyes going round with disappointment.Â
âNo! I mean it was fine. You did good Eddie, weâre no longer virgins!â You say excitedly, trying to fix your slip of the tongue. You smile but his face falls flat. You feel your heart pang as he deflates in front of you.Â
âYeah⌠Iâm sorry. Maybeâ uh⌠I donât know. Iâm sorry.â He says quietly, hand raising to his face, rubbing aggressively over his mouth and chin. You can tell heâs not buying your cover up and you genuinely feel bad.
âDonât worry about it, Eddie. It was just the first time. I'm sure itâll get better?â You say, trying to fix the sad look in his eyes but it only gets worse.
âThat bad, huh?â He asks, and his demeanor breaks your heart. You should have kept your mouth shut.
âDonât feel bad!â You say, sitting up to get a better look at him.
âFuckâ Iâm so sorry.â He huffs, hand going back to rubbing over his jaw.
âNo, donât be sorry! It can only go up from here, right!â You try your best to fix your mistake but itâs not working.Â
âIt was that bad.â He groans, hiding his face in his hands.Â
âEddie, please donât feel bad.â You say, moving to be able to fully look at him. âI wanted to lose my virginity to you because I trust you, Eddie. And it was perfect in that sense. You didnât hurt me at all, and I really, really donât want you to feel bad.â You say genuinely. You let your hand rest on his arm, trying to pull his hands away from his face.
âFuck, Iâm sorry.â He says again, palms pressing harder into his eyes despite you trying to pull them away.
âEddie. Iâm so serious. I wanted it to be with you for a reason. Please, please, donât feel bad.â You try a final time.
He stays, hands covering his face for a while and you donât know what else you could say to make it better so instead, you opt for getting dressed. Even when you shift on the bed, he doesnât move.
It only takes a few minutes for you to be fully dressed. He laid still the whole time, hands pressed to his eyes, and youâre convinced he fell asleep.
âMaybe I should go?â You whisper quietly. His hands fly away from his face, eyes widening. His gaze takes you in, realizing that youâre fully dressed and he sits up quickly.
âYou donât have to.â He rushes out, his wide eyed gaze meeting yours.
âI probably should, right? Itâs getting late.â
âRightâŚâ He agrees sitting up. âI can drive you, if you want?â
âItâs nice out, I can walk.â You offer.
âI'll drive you, just give me a minute.â He replies, brushing off your comment.
âSure.â You say politely, grabbing your bag from the floor.
You wait for him in the living room and itâs only a few minutes before heâs fully dressed. Wordlessly, you both go outside, and get in the van.
After a silent ride, he parks in front of your house.
âEddie, Iâm sorry. I feel like I ruined your first time.â You say.
âShit. You have nothing to feel sorry about. Iâm the only one who should be sorry.â He says, huffing an almost laugh.
âDonât be sorry. Eddie, I told you already. I trust you and because of that it was a great first time.âÂ
Eddie shrugs, not accepting your sentiment.Â
âIâll see you?â You ask quietly.
âYeah, see you.â He nods.
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It's been just over a week since you and Eddie slept together. A week of radio silence. Sure, itâs not like you two hung out everyday before, but you thought that, maybe, that might be different after you slept together. But nope.Â
You waited a while to call, trying to give him space since that night didn't exactly end as you hoped. While you waited, you hoped he would call, but he didnât.Â
Eventually, you ended up calling, but you got his uncle, who said Eddieâs been busy the last few days and he hasnât seen him much. Later that night, Eddie called, but your mom answered since you were staying at a friend's house. You called again yesterday, Eddie wasnât home. You had expected him to call that night but he didnât. And youâve been thinking about it all day since itâs summer vacation, your parents arenât home, and you just have a lot of time.
When there's a knock at the door you fully expected it to be a salesman or jehovah witness, but you were surprised to see Eddie. You didn't even have a chance to speak before his hand was on the door, pushing it open as wide as it could go.
âI want to try again.â He says, a slight breathiness to his voice as if he just rushed his way over here.
âWhat?â You ask confusedly.
âI want to try again.â He says a little louder before shrinking a little. âIf youâll let me, I mean. Only if itâs okay with you.â
âYou⌠want to try again?â You ask, finally clueing in to what heâs talking about.
âYeah. I feel fucking bad that I cameââ He stops himself, turning around, looking to the street. âCan I explain inside?â He says, wincing slightly.Â
You usher him inside, spotting your neighbor on their porch and you pray to god they didnât hear Eddie and if they did, they remain oblivious to what he was getting at.Â
As soon as the door is shut, Eddieâs speaking again.
âI meant to start with an apology.â He says, voice softer and less breathless.
âEddie, I really donât want to hear you apologize again. It was fine.â
âIt wasnât.â He states, raising his brows. He relaxes into sincerity, meeting your gaze. âI want to apologize for what happened after.â He says, pausing for any objections from you. You let him continue. âYou were being really nice about it and I⌠I was being selfish. You already didnât enjoy yourself, and then I made it your job to make me feel better about it. That was really shitty of me.âÂ
âI felt bad, you know. It was your first time too.â You shrug.
âBut you shouldnât have had to coddle me like that. It wasnât fair to you. Iâm sorry.â He says softly. You can tell heâs genuinely sorry for it and you really do appreciate it. You nod, and he rolls his lips inwards, nodding back.Â
âThank you.â You say. He nods again.
The room stills, the both of you in silence. You can tell Eddie wants to keep talking.Â
âSo⌠outside you were saying?â You lead, prompting him. He catches your eye, smiling appreciatively for you being the one to break the silence.
âI was saying outside that I feel terrible that I came so quickly and it wasnât good for you and I want to try again.. if youâll let me.â He blunders out.Â
You raise your brows. This is more like the Eddie you know. Straight forward, to the point.Â
âI umâ I donât know what to say.â You laugh softly. You do feel a hint of apprehension. Youâve already accepted that the sex was bad but the part that really got you was what happened after. Not his sulking, but after you left. The not talking part. That was the last thing you wanted to come from this.
Despite your feelings, you canât help but light up a bit at Eddieâs enthusiasm. His eyes are wild with it.Â
âYou donât have to say yes. But I did a fuck ton of research and lookââ he says pulling out a folded piece of lined paper from his back pocket, starting to uncrumple it. âI took notes and everything. I want to do it right, so if youâll let meâŚâ
âYou took⌠notes?â You ask amusedly. He holds the paper out to you and you cautiously take it.
âYeah. Iâm dedicated to this. I told you, I feel fucking terrible. I should have listened more, asked you questions, done so many things differently. So I justâ I donât know.â He says shrugging, hands wringing themselves.
You glance down at the paper to see his scribbled writing covering every inch of the paper. Your eyes gravitate to a very technical diagram of a vagina that he drew out.Â
âI donât want to look at this.â You laugh, shoving the paper back to Eddie.Â
âShit, sorry.â He laughs nervously. He goes pink in the face. Not exactly out of nerves like before, but more so flustered. Itâs cute.
You canât help but bite.Â
âSo⌠what exactly did research entail?â You ask, holding back your smile.
âI went to the library first. Looked at some books there. Read some magazines⌠asked a few people.â
âPeople?â You question worriedly.
âNoâ no donât worry! I didnât tell them it was you or anything. It was mostly just books and magazines that I read, I swear. I just wanted to make sure some things were actually true.â
âAnd⌠you really want to do this?â You ask. You're intrigued and his effort is very endearing. You did say that it could only get betterâŚ
âYes! But only if youâre comfortable with it. Doing it once was generousâ so if you say no, I understand.â
âGenerous?â You laugh.
âYeah. Like, that was a cool thing to do, you know?â He shrugs, cheeks flaring.Â
âCool?â You laugh again.
âYeah.â He replies, cracking a smile.
Your eyes gravitate to the sheet of paper in his hand. You donât really have anything to lose, right? Youâve done it before and if he really is dedicated to this like he says he is⌠might as well give it a shot?
âYes.â You say firmly, your mind made up.
âYes?â
âLet's try again.â You exhale.
âSeriously?â
âYeah. I mean, I didnât do any research but⌠if youâre okay with that, my answerâs yes.âÂ
Eddie perks up, eyes becoming filled with excitement. He looks at his sheet of notes for a moment before his gaze finds yours again.Â
âDo you have a calendar?â He asks plainly.Â
âA calendar, Eddie? What?â You ask, feeling confused all over again.
âI just⌠yeah. Just like a regular calendar.â He shrugs.
âIn my room.â You lead him upstairs, pulling the calendar down from your wall and handing it over.
âOkay, thank you. And when was your last period?â He asks, laying the calendar down flat on your desk, fingers drumming over the dates.
âMy last period, Eddie, what the fuck?â You laugh.
âNo, seriously. If youâre ovulating itâs supposed to be better, so last period wasâŚ?â He says, fingers gliding over the calendar.
âLike twoâ three-ish weeks ago?â You say, pointing at the general days on the calendar.Â
âOkay, okay. Just gimme a minute.â He says, flattening his notes down on the surface next to the calendar. âAlright, so if this was the first day of your period, then you should be ovulating? Or almost ovulating?â He says, fingers sliding along the weeks, counting quietly under his breath.Â
âEddie, it sounds like youâre trying to get me pregnant.â You laugh nervously.
âNo! No, I swear to god, no! I just- I read that itâs supposed to feel better for you during that week, so, like, now would be a really good time for me to⌠you know, try to make you feel good.â He says, eyes going wide as he turns towards you, looking the slightest bit mortified.
âOhâŚâ you respond, brows raised as you try not to laugh in his face. Itâs endearing it really is, but⌠this boy is so odd. âAlright then.â You nod, your lips tugging into a smile.Â
âYeah. So I can check that off.â He says, grabbing a pencil from your desk and physically checking off one of his notes. âSo next, is foreplay.â
âForeplay?â You parrot, laughing in disbelief.
âYeah. I think thatâs where I really fucked up last time. I mean, I didnât even kiss you, for christ sake. And I didnât touch you at all before, so yeah. Foreplay.â He says, exhaling harshly.
âYou want to kiss me?â You ask nervously. Your heart picks up as your gaze flickers to his lips.
âI mean, yeah.â He says, going shy. âBut I didnât know if you would have wanted me to cause weâre not⌠you know, together.â He shrugs his shoulders.
âYou could have kissed me.â You smile at him, your stomach going fluttery at the thought.Â
âReally?â He asks in disbelief.Â
âYeah.â You affirm, feeling your cheeks heat up.
âCool.â He nods slowly, smiling.
âSo.. are you going to?â You ask, sheepishly. He meets your gaze, eyes slowly lowering to your lips. He nods his head, stepping closer to you.
When your eyes flutter closed, you feel his lips press against yours, soft as a feather.
He pulls away and you almost think itâs over until he pulls you back in, hands on your waist, bringing you closer to him. His lips meet yours again and itâs entirely different from the first. His lips work against yours and it leaves you dazed, struggling to keep up with the unexpected, but itâs perfect.
His hands still on your waist, he guides you to lean against your desk, his body pulled flush to yours. His hands rub up and down your sides slowly, adding to your fluttery dizziness.Â
The kiss deepens, his tongue licking along your lower lip and you part your mouth. Heâs gentle with you, tongue imploringly licking into your mouth, almost as if heâs testingly seeing what you like best. It gives you butterflies, something youâve tried to not dwell on getting from Eddie in the past.
His hand trails up your waist, taking purchase on your jaw, guiding your mouth against his until his kisses slow, his lips meeting the edge of your mouth before trailing down the side of your face.
You swallow harshly before speaking. âThat was really good.â You say, clearing your voice. You practically feel Eddieâs lips turn up in a smile against your jaw.
âYeah?â He asks breathily against your skin.Â
âYeah. I think your research is working so far.â You say, squeezing your eyes shut as his kisses trail down your neck.Â
You open your eyes when the kisses stop and you feel him pull away.Â
âYeah?â He asks excitedly, making eye contact with you. His gaze is a combination of shock, disbelief, and amusement and itâs adorable. It pulls on all of your heart strings at once.
The attentiveness, effort, the everything from right now mixes with everything from before. Gentle, careful, respectful, you trust him. You trust him and you think heâs cute, endearing, adorable, and you want him.
âKeep going.â You say, your own voice going breathy.
âRight.â He mumbles, face pressing against your neck again.Â
You bring your hand to the back of his head, fingers entwining in his hair. As soon as you do, you feel a nip of teeth that makes you gasp. He cleverly soothes the area with his tongue after, making a whimper rise in your throat that surprises you when it falls from your lips.
âEddie, whoâd you get that from?â You whisper curiously, voice sounding pathetically whimpery.Â
âDunno, sâjust something I picked up.â He replies, pulling away enough for his breath to fan over your damp skin, giving you shivers.Â
He nips again, chasing it with a harsh suck that makes your head spin. You canât help but feel like heâs showing off now but you donât care, you let him. He has you at a place where youâre his for the bending, malleable in his hands.Â
âW-whatâs next on your list?â You stutter through his kisses.
âNot done with this yet.â He says, voice gravelly and low. You nod your head, not bothering to try to speak again.
His kisses work lower and lower until they meet the neckline of your shirt. You feel his fingers on your hip playing with the hem of your shirt, tugging and lifting it just enough to get your attention. You nod again, wanting it off.
âEddie.â You whine, pushing your chest against his when he doesnât do it right away.
He pulls away from you again, and when he looks at you, he looks surprised.Â
âWhat?â You question, feeling embarrassed.
âN-no! Nothing, that was just.. really hot. Wasnât expecting that sâall.â He stutters, both hands now on your waist, rubbing up and down.
You feel your face burn, feeling shy all of a sudden. You know he picks it up because his eyes focus on you, pausing everything.
âDâyou want me to keep going?â He asks, and you nod your head.
âWant you to take my shirt off.â You whisper.
âYeah?â He laughs.
âEddie.â You whine, feeling embarrassed at how much heâs affecting you.
âCâmon letâs get your shirt off, pretty girl.â He coos and you feel your stomach flutter. His hands lower to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and you raise your arms cooperatively.Â
âYou think Iâm pretty?â You ask just as the shirt pulls over your head.
âHell yeah. I think youâre beautiful.â He says, stopping to look into your eyes as he says it. You lower your gaze, fixing it on your shirt in Eddieâs hands.
âWhich is another thing I fucked up last time, by the way.â He adds, dipping his face to meet your gaze.
âHm?â You hum, head spinning too fast to keep up.
âLast time. I didnât tell you how fucking beautiful you are.â He says. His eyes flutter over your face, hand moving to tuck your hair behind your ear. âI didnât know if you wanted me to, so I didnât. But believe me, I thought about it.â He says, dipping his face down to press a chaste kiss to your shoulder.Â
âEddie.â You reply not knowing what else to say. Your heart beats faster and itâs all consuming, adding sweet to your ever growing list of things you like about Eddie. Heâs always been sweet, but this feels bigger, and it makes your heart squeeze.
âWant me to take this off?â He asks, fingertips sliding under the strap of your bra.Â
âPlease.â You whisper, using all the air left in your lungs to muster the single plea.
His fingers trail behind your back, tickling you along the way until they reach the clasp, unfastening it hook by hook, letting it fall to the floor.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful. So perfect. Wish I had said it the first time.â He says lowly, between kisses on your shoulders.
You hum, both because you donât know what else to say and also because you are so fully absorbed by Eddie. You watch him as his kisses get lower on your collarbones
âSâthis okay?â He asks, kisses stopping before reaching your chest.
âUh-huh.â You breathe. Your hands move the back of his head again, tugging him lower until his kisses meet your chest. His hands rise tentatively until they press against the roundness of your breasts. Another moan falls from your lips and that spurs him on enough to more confidently massaging you, adding kisses to the mix.
âC-can we lay down.â You stutter, trying to catch your breath.Â
âAnything you want, pretty girl.â He replies, continuing his kisses. He guides you, taking steps backwards to the bed, turning you so the backs of your knees hit the mattress.
You lay down and he follows, hovering over you more comfortably than last time.Â
You close your eyes, absorbing the weight of Eddie on top of you, and you feel hot everywhere. Itâs completely contradictory to last time and he still has every piece of clothing on. Before you can even think of asking him to take off his clothes, you're startled by the wet, hot feeling of his mouth on your nipple.Â
âEddie.â You moan. Embarrassment isnât a feeling you can harbor anymore, Eddie has you so entranced. Your chest rises and falls harshly, panting as his tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple. You feel like your skinâs prickling and your heads empty, the only thing that exists right now is you and Eddie.Â
He switches, paying the same attention to your other breast and you spread your legs further, letting Eddie fall closer to you, hips pressing against yours.Â
âWant clothes off.â You whimper, his teeth grazing before sucking harshly on the delicate skin.
âMine or yours.â He mumbles, words vibrating against your chest and youâre sure youâre covered in goosebumps.
âBoth, Eddie.â You moan.Â
He makes quick work of pulling his shirt over his head. His hands go to the button of your shorts, stopping to look at you first.Â
âI want to try something first, if thatâs okay?â He says, dipping down to meet your gaze.Â
âEddie.â You whine, not caring the slightest, you can only think of wanting your clothes off.Â
âI can take these off?âÂ
âTake them off.â You reply, getting impatient. He watches you, and he still looks surprised. You bring your own hands down, and it sets him in motion, popping the button open and pulling them down your legs.Â
âBaby, youâre doing okay?â He asks, as he tosses your shorts to the side.
âMâdoinâ good Eddie, keep going please.â You breathe, squirming on the mattress.Â
âFuck, okay.â He replies, voice gravely again. He tugs your underwear down, tossing them to the floor and begins shifting backwards on the bed. It surprises you, pulling you out of your spinning daze as he disappears between your legs.
âEddie, what are you doing?â You ask, sitting up slightly.
âMâgonna eat you out. That okay?â He asks, lifting his head to look back at you. Youâre obviously familiar with the term, but youâve never had anyone do it to you before, making his actions unexpected. You donât know what you thought he was gonna do, but it wasnât that.
You lay back down on the mattress, exhaling deeply.
âHey? Is it okay? I donât have to.â He says softly, getting your attention. His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers.
âYou can.â You reply nervously. He squeezes your hand.
âWe can stop anytime, okay?â He says, eyes searching yours and making it clear that he means it.Â
Trust is starting to seem more like an understatement. All of the good things you like about Eddie, youâve always liked about him. Maybe itâs the way your head is spinning or maybe itâs just how Eddieâs always been, but you get a burning feeling for him. Not a desire or a neediness born from the heat of the moment, but like an adoration, like a particular thump of your heart exists just for him.Â
âOkayâ you reply, nodding your head.
Still holding your hand, he lowers himself again. His breath reaches your cunt and you feel shivers erupt up and down your spine, excitement blooming in your belly.Â
âJust gonna ask you one thing, okay? Need your help a little, just tell me what you like, gotta tell me what feels good, okay?â He says softly, popping up once again to look at you.Â
You nod, squeezing his hand, and he lowers his head again.
Your whole body jerks as you feel his tongue lick up your core. Itâs wet and hot and something youâve never felt before.
âHoly shit.â You gasp, squeezing his hand again.Â
âGood or bad?â He asks from between your legs.
âDo it again.âÂ
He does it again and itâs good. Definitely good.Â
âGood, Eddie. Really good.â You reply breathily. He squeezes your hand in acknowledgement before his tongue is on you again. The warm heat of his breath and his tongue meet your slit, licking up, parting your folds and catching on your clit, making you jolt again.Â
When his thumb on the back of your hand starts running back and forth on your skin soothingly, you melt entirely. Relaxing into everything.Â
His tongue explores your cunt, lapping up and down before he focuses on your clit, making you gasp. It feels like the almost pleasure you got last time but a million times better. Itâs actual pleasure this time, not almost. It tingles all the way up into your belly and you canât help the way your breathing turns into soft moans.
His tongue swirls around your clit and your mouth drops as your mind reels at the feeling.
âF-fuck.â You gasp when he switches to sucking, making your hips buck against him. âSâreally good, Eddie.â You moan.
âYouâre so wet this time, baby.â He groans, the vibrations of his words against you making you whimper. The tingles traveling to your belly start to tense, making your breathing turn into quick pants. You want to tell Eddie heâs doing a good job but you canât get the words out through your gasps, so instead you find purchase on the back of his head with your free hand, tangling your fingers in his hair, hoping heâll understand.
He switches between lapping at you, flicking his tongue, and sucking your clit. The wet sounds of his mouth against your cunt filling the room, adding to the way your bodyâs growing impossibly hot, stomach tightening into a tight knot.Â
When you feel his fingers at your entrance, you gasp. He squeezes your hand and you squeeze back.Â
He pushes in one finger first, itâs similar to the prodding from before but much better with his mouth working against you.Â
He works his finger in and out of you before slipping a second in and the slight stretch that comes with it leaves you reeling. You think that feeling alone is fantastic until he curves his fingers upwards into an almost hook shape.Â
Prodding turns into straight pleasure as he wiggles his fingers in and out, hitting a place inside of you that leaves you gasping for air.
âEddie. G-good.â You moan, your stomach tensing harshly. You feel your thighs start to shake as moans, gasps, and whines leave your mouth unwillingly.Â
âYou're getting really tight.â He hums, lips barely leaving your clit. All you can do is whimper as the vibrations of his voice push you further and further into pleasure. âBaby, you gonna cum?â He hums again.Â
You nod your head ferociously not being able to produce words.
âThatâs it, cum for me, baby.â He groans between flicks of his tongue. His words travel straight to your stomach adding to the pulsing knot.
Your hips buck insenstantly and you feel like youâve lost total control of your body. All that you can feel is pleasure rippling through you like waves, hitting an all time high, and you break. You cum, harder than ever before. Youâve tried on your own before and itâs barely been worth noting, but this.. this is earth shattering.Â
You feel weightless, floating, all of the tension leaving your body. Itâs magnificent, perfect, it feels like youâre in a dream. The only thing that tethers you to reality, is Eddieâs hand in yours and the way his thumb gently pushes into the back of your hand.Â
You feel yourself settling down from your high, but as Eddieâs mouth keeps working against you, you feel the edges of your vision go dark. Your body fights with prolonging and pushing away the pleasure as it takes you whole.Â
âE-Eddie.â You choke out, squeezing his hand. Your hips buck, and he understands, slowing down.
Sucking in a deep breath, you squeeze his hand again and his motions come to a slow halt.Â
You are astounded.
Absolutely astounded.Â
You have no words.
You tug him by the hand, you need him closer.
âYou okay?â He whispers, as he moves up by your side. You pull him by the hand, willing him to hold you as you turn on your side. He complies, giving you everything you need.
You take steady breaths that help you settle back into your body. It could be seconds, could be minutes, could be hours that pass, but eventually you catch your breath, finally grasping the moment.Â
âHoly shit.â You exhale. Holding onto Eddieâs arm wrapped around your stomach.
âWas it good?â He asks nervously. You lean back, turning to lay flat on your back so you can see him.
âWas it good? Eddie, holy shit.â You say, widening your eyes as you take in his nervous features and flushing cheeks. Your eyes trail down to his slick coated face. His lips slowly curl into a smile and fuck, you finally understand how he felt after the first time.Â
âIt worked?â He laughs.Â
You take his face in your hands and you kiss him hard. Yeah, it fucking worked, holy shit.
His tongue licks into your mouth immediately, his slick coated lips giving you a taste of yourself. Keeping your hands on his cheeks, you continue kissing him, tongues working in sync until you canât keep up.
He kisses you breathless. When your head goes dizzy, all you can focus on is the reemerging pulse between your legs.Â
Lowering your hands to his hips, you guide him on top of you. He tries to lift himself, hovering not to put all his weight on you but you need it, so you pull him until he rests flush against your body.Â
Your hands explore up his chest, wrapping around his sides until you take purchase on his back, pulling him as close to you as you can.
Through his clothes, you feel his hardened length resting against you, and you roll your hips up looking for relief, making Eddie gasp into your mouth.
You do it again and his mouth stops moving against yours, feeding a whimper right into your lungs.Â
âClothes.â You pull away just enough to whisper, grinding your hips upwards against him.Â
Eddieâs lips still against yours, heâs resolved into quickened breaths in and out, breathing into your mouth.
âWant you Eddie.â You whine, not getting enough relief from your grinding.Â
âClothes.â He echoes mindlessly, swallowing harshly. He doesnât move, so you take to moving your hands down, folding your fingers under his belt, blindly searching for an edge to pull at.
âTake them off.â You say a little louder.Â
âRight. Clothes.â He says, finally snapping out of whatever transfixion he was stuck in.Â
He pulls away, and you miss the feeling of his chest against yours immediately. You watch as he undoes his belt and pants, pushing both his jeans and boxers down his thighs, struggling to get them off. Eventually, he takes to standing, nearly falling off the edge of your bed, making you giggle. When he finally has them off, heâs quick to resume his position overtop of you.Â
âIâm getting ahead of myself. Need to make sure youâre doing good.â He says, blinking back the glazed over look in his eyes.Â
âIâm doing so good, Eddie.â You purr, hands trailing up the expanse of his back.Â
âEverything feels good? Do you need me to do anything else?â He brings a hand to the edge of your face, pushing your hair back, making your heart flutter and core ache at the same time.Â
âWant you inside.â You whisper.
âI can do that.â He laughs breathily. He reaches down to the floor, his body weight laying on top of you as he reaches for his discarded pants. After a bit of fumbling, he sits up again, condom in hand. His hands slip on the packaging until he grows frustrated, ripping the corner of the foil open with his teeth. You feel heat pool in your core at the sight, wanting him more than youâve ever wanted anything.Â
âEddie, youâre so pretty.â You say breathily, his eyes flicker up to you from his focus as he rolls the condom down his length. You see pink raise on his cheeks as his lips turn up at the corners.
âYou think so?â
âKnow so. So beautiful and cute and adorable and hot and I want you.â You ramble, feeling absolutely drunk off of how insanely fast he has your head spinning with lust. You want him in a lot of different ways, every way. You raise your hands to his shoulders tugging him closer.
âMy pretty girl.â He whispers, dipping his face down to kiss you.
âYours.â You mumble against his lips right before they meet yours. It rolls off your tongue naturally and it feels right. Youâre his. Entirely enraptured by him, entirely swept up by him.Â
You can pinpoint the exact moment he processes what you said. He had started kissing you hungrily, then it was like it hit him. His mouth stopped moving against yours, and when you slid a hand up to hold his jawline, his mouth started to move again, but differently.Â
The kiss turned sweet, gentle, tender. It turned meaningful and slow, like every touch of his lips against yours and every caress of his tongue had purpose. You indulge yourself in the change of pace until you can't anymore.
âEddie, please.âÂ
âI got you, sweet girl.â He whispers.
The sunsetting leaves the two of you in the low golden glow. Eddieâs face illuminates with the light bleeding in through your sheer curtains and your heart beats a little faster as you watch him lean back, his cock in his hand, rubbing his fist up and down his length once before lining it up with your entrance.Â
The confidence he holds now, compared to last time, makes you swallow thickly. Last time it was cute and endearing, this time, he works you into pleasure and it leaves you reeling for more. This time he says youâre his, and you agree. You always have been in a way. Trust was a disguise, trust was a front. You like Eddie. You always have.Â
âReady, pretty girl?â He asks, voice low as he stares into your eyes. You feel his head at your entrance and you clench in anticipation.
âReady.â You chorus, relaxing yourself. Itâs literal in the way you relax your muscles, but itâs also metaphorical in the way you open yourself up entirely for him. This isnât your first time, but itâs the time that matters. Itâs the time where he is completely himself and you are completely yourself. Itâs everything you wanted and moreâ more that you didnât realize you needed until now.
He pushes in and you both sigh in tandem. Your sighs mature into moans as he slowly pushes in, fully bottoming out inside of you.
âDoes it hurt?â He asks, voice quiet and carefilled.
âNot like last time.â You answer.
âSorry, baby.â He whispers, dipping his face to yours, pressing a kiss to your lips. âSorry it hurt last time and I didnât even kiss it better.â He continues, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips.
âSâokay, Eddie. Youâre doing so good now, feels so good.â You reply, voice just as quiet as his. You pull his face down, pressing your own tender kiss to his lips before trailing your hands down the front of his chest, rounding them to hold his sides.Â
He shifts his hips, withdrawing from you slowly. You guide him with your hands, willing him to keep going, and he does.Â
âSâfeel okay?â Eddie says through a strangled breath.Â
âFeels good.â You breathe.
âYou sure? We can put a pillow underââ he starts to explain, slowing his already slow motions.
âWant you to go faster.â You interrupt.
âFaster.â He echoes, almost like heâs coaching himself. You hum as he complies, drawing his hips and pushing them back into you at a quicker pace.Â
Him filling you up and stretching you out felt entirely different this time, way better, and it has you absolutely dizzy. Itâs not prodding this time, itâs more like a roll that leaves you breathless, panting just to fill your lungs. His cock grazes your sweet spot with every pump into you and with every other thrust, his hips meet yours completely, teasing your clit with their contact.Â
âHarder.â You whisper, and he complies silently apart from the way he harshly sucks in a breath.
His hips begin snapping against yours, the slap of skin on skin echoing in your room mixing with the obscene, wet noises of his cock pushing in and out of you, complimenting the breathy moans and whimpers coming from both of your mouths. Each thrust hits your clit, making you shudder, hips jolting and stuttering with your pleasure.
You feel your insides start to tense and you know youâre close. His thrusts start to falter as his breathing turns ragged.
âSo close Eddie, please.â You whine. He breaths a whimper, hips picking up again, returning to his quick, hard pace.Â
âCum for me, baby. Need you to cum for me.â He says breathily, voice pitching up. His hand reaches down past your belly, fingers finding your clit, rubbing it and it sends your hips into a spasm of stutters.
âEddie.â You cry. You feel your body go rigid before your pleasure explodes, freeing you from the reigns of tension and pushing you into pure ecstasy.
Eddie only musters a few more thrusts with the way your cunt clamps down onto his cock, fluttering and pulsing all around him as your orgasm takes you over. Strangled whimpers pull from his lungs as he prolongs your pleasure until he breaks alongside you.Â
âF-fuck. Shit. Iâm c-cumming.â He grunts, cock twitching inside you as his balls press firmly against your ass. His hips stutter, shallow thrusts pushing in and out, the warmth of his cum filling the condom. With your half lidded eyes, you watch Eddieâ his face contorting in pleasure, and you enjoy the moment, committing it to memory.Â
Eddie stills completely apart from his heavy breathing that matches yours. He surprises you when he rolls onto his back, taking you with him, pulling you over his chest, his cock still firmly pressed inside of you.Â
âEddie.â You laugh breathily.Â
âJ-just need to feel you for another minute.â He replies hazily, eyes squeezed shut. His hands wrap around your back, hugging you closely and you relax into him tentatively. His hands pull you down again, and you have no choice but to put all of your weight on him.
When your combined panting resolves to steady breathing, he breaks the silence. âWas that better?â He asks, pushing his head back into the pillow to look at you.
âThat was⌠better than better. Way, way, way better.â You say whimsily. It was perfect, it was everything, you donât have any words.Â
âYeah?âÂ
âThat was like⌠I donât even know. I canât even describe it, just so so good. Really.â You say in awe, reflecting on what just happened.
âYou can tell me the truth.â
âEddie.â You say warningly, lifting your head to really look at him. âIf you studied like that for all your classes youâd be valedictorian. A++, honestly Eddie.â You say.
âYouâre not just saying that to make me feel better?â He asks, still sounding unsure.
âYou should frame those notes you wrote, hang them up like a diploma in your room.â
âOkay, now youâre just teasing me.â He laughs, turning his head away from you to hide his smile.Â
âNo! And you wanna know how serious Iâm being right now?â You say, reaching up and taking one of his curls, swirling it around your finger, grabbing his attention.
âHow?â He asks, turning back to you.Â
âBecause Iâm already thinking about doing it again.â You whisper. You watch Eddie as his smile grows.Â
âReally?â He asks, eyes beaming.
âYes.â You nod, pressing your lips together as your smile grows.Â
You watch Eddie as a whirlwind of emotions take over his face, itâs disbelief, happiness, excitement, a few you canât parse, before it settles into nervousness. It makes your belly knot in nerves immediately.Â
âLast time⌠I wasâ after, I was so upset becauseâŚâ He starts, eyes fluttering over your face, avoiding your gaze. He takes a breath before continuing. âI was so upset because I wanted to ask you out, and then after the sex was bad, I kind of figured youâd never go out with me.â
âYou wanted to ask me out?â You say, pushing yourself up with your arms to see his full face.Â
His eyes flood with worry, and you reach down, pushing his damp bangs from his forehead. He finally looks at you and all you can do is smile. His nerves settle the slightest bit as he relaxes into his own sheepish smile.Â
âI would still like to, if thatâs okay with you?â He asks, shyly.
âItâs really okay with me.â You reply.
âMaybe I can ask when Iâm not still inside you?â He laughs softly, eyes flickering to your lips. âNot that I donât think this is romantic, butâŚâ he trails off when you start laughing, watching you closely as you do, dimples set deeply in his cheeks.
You nod your head before lowering your face to his. He meets you halfways, pressing his mouth to yours, kissing you sweetly.Â
âMy pretty girl.â He whispers as he pulls away.Â
âYours.â You whisper back, smiling.Â
â§Ëââ˘ââââŕ¨ŕ§âââââ˘â§âËâš
After a few more moments of you resting on top of Eddie, the two of you begin to shift, slowly separating from one another. Lazily cleaning yourselves up, trading discarded clothes as you pick them up from the floor, itâs a good memory, one you want to keep forever.Â
The sun now tucked beneath the skyline, your room glows in the low light form your lamp, Eddieâs heartbeat serving as the background music to this moment. You settle deeper into his chest, and he hugs you tighter.
It wasnât the first time, but it was the time that mattered the most.Â
As far as silent moments go, thereâs not many with Eddie. He breaks the quiet of the room, shifting to look at you.Â
âI think I might want to be a vagina doctor, I know so much shit about vaginas now.â He says, completely serious. You choke on a laugh, surprised by his comment.
âReally?âÂ
âNo.â He says, tilting his face so you can see his smile. âJust know a lot now.â He laughs.
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calling up virgin!eddie whilst he's watching a porno and talking him through jerking off <3
content warnings: sexual content 18+ minors dni, f masturbation, m masturbation, dirty talk.
âand so then i told steve to fuck off because seriously, i thought we were passed the stage of him constantly staring at my tiâ"
your ears catch it then, and you cut yourself off mid-sentence to make sure you're really hearing what you think you are.
the grunting, the clapping, the loud moaning. tinny and crackly through shitty speakers.
âeddie?â
âhmm?â
âare you watching a dirty movie?â youâre giddy with it, knowing the question is going to embarrass eddie and turn him into a bumbling fool. you canât help but call attention to it.
âiâ uh, what?â he feigns stupidity, though a little gasp gives him away. like heâs trying to stop himself from cumming.
âare you jerking off right now? you little perv!â you accuse him, wiggling around on your bed as a large, seedy smile spreads across your mouth.
eddie harrumphs at that, and you can almost hear his eyes rolling, âwell you did kinda call me out of the blue, itâs two in the morning.â he argues, a choked off, strangled sound falling from his lips.
you flush dark. clench your thighs together. god, his strangled and embarrassed little arguments sounded so hot.
and maybe it has something to do with the fact he's inexperienced, possibly a virgin â scratch that, you know he's a virgin. this is hawkins, the girls aren't lining up down the street to fuck the town freak and 'satan vessel', no matter how hot he was.
knowing he's fucking his own fist watching a dirty movie. knowing it's probably something he does most nights when wayne works. craving his own touch because there's nobody else to do it for him. your pussy throbs.
"well donât let my presence stop you. tell me what they're doing right now," you giggle, cheeks burning as you writhe around on your bed, legs falling open ever so slightly, free hand not holding the phone receiver dipping low on your belly.
the cap of eddie's lube bottle pops open, rattling through your swimming head, the unrhythmic squirting noises a clear indication of how empty the bottle was. it's bold, bold enough to make you wonder if he's even aware that you can hear it.
your ears prick at the loud, faked moaning in the background vaguely, a woman gasping and begging 'fuck my pussy harder!'
"they â they're..." eddie trails off, sighing when he wraps his hand tightly around the base of his cock, squeezing and crying out in relief, "he's got her on, uh, all fours. slapping her ass."
your skin prickles, excitement and arousal thrumming through your veins as your ears catch the slick glide of eddie's hand pumping up his length, "you getting yourself nice and wet?" the smirk is evident in your voice. he whines.
"shit." eddie curses, a shaky little sigh escaping him â he is wet, it's hard to ignore how loud it is, "y-yeah, fucking christ."
you can almost picture how much of a mess he's making of himself. lube dripping down his shaft and coating his heavy, cum filled balls, soaking his hand, a constant stream of precum blurting from the needy head.
he's in the living room, you know he is. it's the only room in the trailer with a tv. you wonder if he was smart enough to lay a towel under himself, or if he's gonna end up in a soaked patch of his own cum and lube.
it honestly makes you dizzy, the guttural noises he's making have you thinking of how flushed his face is, his hazy, heavy lidded eyes glued to the tv set â watching the woman be fucked within an inch of her life, her stretched pussy within eyeshot.
"are you still watching? or are your eyes shut, thinkin' about me bouncing on your dick?" you're nonchalant, lazy with it, drawling on the words â eddie's breath hitches, the rhythmic schlick of his hand coming to a stop.
"y-you â would you?" eddie asks, gasping and arching up into his fist as he starts up again. slowly, not as tight, trying to savour it whilst he can. your voice is sending him hurtling towards the edge far too quick.
"yeah, would climb on top of you and sink down on your fat cock," and you can't help it, your own hand finally slips into your soaked panties, two fingers gliding through your slick lips and pressing on your clit, relieving the dull throb, "you'd love it, eddie. feeling how wet i would be for you, how tight i am."
"mmph," eddie garbles, hips bucking up wildly as he gives up fighting the losing battle, precum leaking uncontrollably from his slit and spilling down his fist, "you'd feel so fucking good."
"i would," you agree, fingers running over your clit in tight, fast circles, heat blooming in your lower gut quickly as your ears are invaded by eddie's whining, the motions of his hand on his cock, "i promise you i'd be so good for you, get you off so quick."
"fuh-uuck, you can't â can't say that, you're gonna make me cum," he's practically crying, voice strained and high pitched, almost totally drowned out by the wet slap of his hand flying up and down his cock.
"was kinda the point," you bristle, slapping your clit slightly and gasping his name â his breath hitches, he breathes a loud gasp down the line, "how big is it? tell me, need to picture it whilst i fuck myself thinking about you."
"oh my fucking god," eddie grunts, working his fist over the head of his cock until he's crying out, the noise shooting straight to your cunt, "i don'tâ it's six, maybe. thick. my... my own hand barely fits around it."
you catch yourself whining, keening into your hand, hips arching as you rub frantically over your clit, "eddie," you whimper, thighs clenching around your own wrist, "need you splitting me open on it, please?"
"anything, anything you want you can take it," eddie's voice shakes, the slapping of his hand further increasing in speed, and you know he's close before he even says it, "m'gonna cum, you're making me cum, fuck."
the winding in your gut coils tight and snaps all at once, unable to cope with the pretty noises you're eliciting from eddie, and you cry out, a gasp of his name escaping your lips as you reach your high. fingers slipping over your needy, soaked cunt as you cum, whole body shaking with it.
"yeah, yeah," eddie grunts, "can't believe you just came thinking of me â god, feels so fucking good, fuckâ"
you hear the telltale sound of the receiver dropping as he all but wails in the background, and you ache to see it, the way he's probably hunched in on himself as his cock pulses, all pretty with his eyes squeezed tight and spit slick lips dropped open.
"fucking hell," eddie pants, and you hear him rustling around down the receiver â he's made a mess, you know he has. probably spurted up his shirt, covered himself in it. you try not to think too much about it, your swollen clit throbbing, "you â i came so hard, shit."
you cackle, cheeks flushing dark as your brain starts to catch up on what just happened, "sorry i interrupted your movie."
eddie chokes out an embarrassed laugh, "don't worry about it, this was â this was so much better than all that staged shit."
you shoot your shot, because fuck it, what's the worst that can happen once your best friend has heard you cum?
"i can show you something much better, if you like? say friday, my place at seven?"
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A Hero on Socks | Virgin!Eddie Munson x Reader
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Summary: You've always known your now boyfriend Eddie was a virgin, but with how worked up you've been while teasing him recently, you're not gonna let the first time be over that quickly
Content Warnings / Tags: Smut, mdni, virgin!eddie, established relationship, wrap it before you tap it obviously, overstimulation, no use of y/n
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: Couldn't resist my Eddie Munson fixation any longer. The title comes from a Dutch expression and it basically means someone who seems courageous but is actually a nervous little shit and it seemed perfect for Eddie. I haven't written in a little while so I hope this is still good <3 (This accidentally posted early so enjoy xx)
The two of you had been dancing on a delicate line of 'just friends' for a while now, and you're not even entirely sure what the turning point was, but eventually you crossed it, now officially being able to call Eddie Munson your boyfriend.
He made heart eyes at you every time you walked in a room, and not a single one of your friends failed to point this out when you told them you got together, none of them the slightest bit surprised.Â
It might be a new relationship, but you have known each other for years now, and you knew how to get what you wanted from Eddie. So yes, you knew he was still a virgin, but you failed to see how this would make a difference to you, you didn't care, people shouldn't have to worry that others will hold that against them. What you hadn't counted on, however, was how shy he actually turned whenever you started to tease him.
While you were still friends he would flirt with you unrelentingly, constantly making suggestive comments and touching you in one way or another. But maybe the fact that nothing was supposed to come of it gave him the boost he now seemed to have lost, because whenever you slipped your hand underneath his shirt when you were on the couch next to him, every moment you tried to heat up a kiss, he would go rigid, you would feel his body tense as he ceased any and all actions to create some distance between you.Â
You asked him what was going on, asked him if he didn't want to have sex with you, and you had never seen him swivel his head in place so fast, his eyes wide with confusion as he looked at you, sputtering to tell you that wasn't the problem at all. And that's when you learned that the dungeon master of the hellfire club was in fact nervous.Â
And really, it was quite cute to see the blood rush to his cheeks when you took your top off, his Adams apple bobbing as you sucked on his pulse point. The boy was downright bashful.Â
As the days passed, you found more and more ways in which to get a rise of out him, in more ways than one. From walking into the chill living room without a bra under your t-shirt to not so subtly grinding your ass into him while standing closeby, but your plan began to backfire as you just wanted him more and more yourself, wondering how much longer your patience would hold up.Â
The silent curses and groans had you losing your own mind with lust as the days passed, up until the moment he had finally snapped, dragging you into his bedroom in frenzy, trying to get you on top of him as fast as he could.
All of your hard work had led to this moment right here, you could hear his panting from underneath you, his breath becoming more shallow as the muscles in his abdomen started to twitch, and if you weren't so lost in pleasure yourself, you might have teased him for how fast he was becoming undone.Â
It's only been a few minutes, and there's a heat creeping up on his neck, you can't resist bending over to meet his lips in a searing kiss. When you move on to mouth at the soft skin of his neck, delicately sucking hickeys into it, the sounds that leave him are nothing less than sinful.
His hands have a death grip on your hips, trying to ground himself but miserably failing every time you grind yourself further into him. You're trying to figure out what he's saying, but it's no more than mumbling in-between his moans of your name, and with how hazy your head is you don't have it in yourself to figure it out. It's only when he suddenly slams his head back against the pillow, face screwed up in a way you can see the small crease between his eyebrows as he curses wildly that you pick up on the fact he wasn't just close, no, he just came.Â
At any other time you would have found it adorable, you would have giggled and coed at him softly as you assured him with a sweet kiss that it's okay, but not this time. This time you've been getting yourself worked up from teasing him, from leading him up to this, from the feeling of finally, finally getting his dick inside you. So no, not this time, this time you won't let the feeling in your stomach fade away, won't stop just yet.Â
You feel his cum coating your walls, and the feeling only keeps you going further. It takes Eddie a few seconds to catch on in his state, heavy breath he's trying to catch and a permanent look of pleasure now etched on his face, but you know the exact moment he realizes from the small twitch his dick is already giving again.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He sounds almost close to tears, but he looks at you with nothing but amazement in his eyes.
"You might be done Eddie, but that doesn't mean that I am" youre starting to get a little out of breath yourself, the sentence caught between small whimpers, he scrunches his eyes shut again when you tell him, and the most heavenly moan leaves his mouth as you continue to roll your hips.Â
You knew deep down that if he truly wanted to, he could easily get you off him, even in a euphoric state, and so you knew that he is enjoying himself just as much as you are.
His eyes snap back open as you start to go faster, chasing that warm feeling bubbling up inside you, his dick is fully hard again inside you, and you don't doubt it has turned an angry red colour by now.Â
"It's too much baby, I can't-" he doesn't manage to finish his thought from the guttural groan that follows him, and you can't deny it only turns you on further to see him this blissed out.Â
He's struggling to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch you but gettig lost in the vision of it. Torn between pleasure and pain, the two merging together as you keep going. You can feel the satisfaction of it tugging at your heart as you keep moving, feeling his throbbing dick inside of you as you change the rythm. Eddie is still a mess underneath you, whimpering and groaning for anything, for everything, and itâs too fun not to tease him further.
âWhat do you want Eddie, tell me and I might give it to you.â You wonder if it even matters what youâre saying, sure that at this point heâs far beyond reach, but he doesnt dare leave you unanswered.Â
âYouâre so warm baby fuck, just please, pleaseâ
You lean into him again, leaving a trail of kisses down the spot on his neck you know make him go weak. âPlease what, finish your sentences honey, or Iâll stop right nowâ The both of you know itâs an empty threat, youâre too close yourself to even dare abandon your goal, but the mere thought of it is enough to make Eddie give you anything youâd want, youre decently sure you could ask for the moon right now and he would go out to catch it for you.
âPlease let me cum, I wanna cum so bad holy shitâ He can feel you tightening around him as he asks, another pornographic moan leaving him, and you would have made fun of him for it if you werenât basking in the fact youâve got him wrapped around your finger.
âAlright baby, because you asked so nicely, go ahead, cum for me.â you whisper the response in his ear, and it takes him mere seconds to find your lips, hiding away in the sweet escape of your tongue against his. For the second time you can feel his cock pulsing his cum inside of you, desperate for the realease. And itâs that feeling exactly, the feeling of his pleasure, that tips you over the edge yourself. The ecstasy taking over your mind, helplessly keeping rocking against him as you slump over, moaning his name as you cum. He catches you in his arms, already tracing patterns in your skin as youâre still riding out your orgasm.Â
It takes you a few minutes to fully come back to earth, stars twinkling in your vision. You can feel Eddieâs steady breathing underneath you, his heart still thumping rapidly as you listen for his regular pattern of breaths, mimicking it in order to catch your own.Â
âYou alright?â His soft voice soothes you, always so gentle, even if most canât see it. It makes you chuckle this time around, amused at the irony.
âI feel like I should be asking you that.â He mirrors your expression now, a grin breaking out across his face.
âNever been better sweetheartâ He accompanies his words with sloppy kisses all over your face, smacking his lips against you in a manner that has you giggling against him.
âWas worried it was too much is allâ You look down when you tell him, and he cups your jaw, silently asking you to face him again
âThere isnât a world out there where there could be too much of you.â He kisses you slowly this time, not rushed, not chasing anything, simply enjoying the moment as it is.
You lift yourself up slightly, feeling him leave from inside of you, and when he does you already miss the feeling again. You feel his seed dripping out of you, revelling in how he filled you up until you were so, so full. Heâs watching, and you can feel his dick make a small twitch at the sight as heâs holding his breath, completely fixated on it.
âFucking hell-â he still canât seem to tear his gaze away, and youâre not immune to the effect itself.
âGive me a few minutes and we can go for another roundâ Youâre laughing at his antics now, his nerves seeming to have fully disappeared and the Eddie you know so well has made it back to you.
He coaxes you to the side to lay down next to him as he slides his arms around you, your leg tangling over his as you snuggle up beside him. Your limbs feel like jelly as he holds you, his fingers still delicately moving across your skin as you can hear his heartbeat evening out from where you're lying down on his chest. This was Eddie, your Eddie, a guy who put on a big show for everyone, but when he was with you got to see his true self, and it only made you love him more.
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Im gonna need u to elaborate on that post abt Eddie holding ur vibrator 'what kinda microphone is this'
You say elaborate⌠I say Iâll write a whole fic about it đ
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But You Donât Even Like Karaoke? | virgin!eddiemunson x bestfriend!reader
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CONTENTS WARNING: SMUT
You invited Eddie up for the weekend to your shabby student apartment. You've been away at Indiana State while Eddie was still stuck at Hawkins High complaining about how life in Hawkins has been so shit without you and needed to get away, coming to see you would be the perfect getaway.
Eddie and you had always been close, so when you told your roomies that he was coming to stay they were okay with it, as long as he slept in your room. They didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night to get something and have a random guy on the couch, which was reasonable because they hadn't met him before. They were excited to finally meet your best friend and you planned to go out to the bars tonight after a very long week of midterms.
Eddie arrived late afternoon, you introduced him to your roommates and he settled in.
"It's so sweet you have your own space, we can finally hang out without worrying about Wayne or your parents judging us" Eddie laughed while plopping on your double bed.
"Do you wanna shower before we head out?" You ask.
"Nah I did this morning, I'm okay." He tells you.
"Ok I'm going to pop in, You can entertain yourself until I'm back" You give him a wink and leave him to his devices.
Eddie scanned your new collage room, it reminded him of your old room at your parent's house. You had pictures of you and him framed along with other friends he didn't recognize. He was always a little nosey when it came to you, there weren't any boundaries in place when it came to privacy around Eddie. You had been friends since the 7th grade, growing up together in your awkward years really bonded the both of you.
You'd told Eddie earlier that you had gotten a new strain of pot from one of the guys you're friends with and that he could light up whenever. You'd left out the baggie and your grinder but Eddie left his bong at home and didn't see yours lying around so he searched for some rolling papers. Rifling through your bedside table is where he looked first. He shuffled through your hair ties, random articles, condoms...
Eddie had known you were no longer a virgin like he still was, he has had zero experience, not even a handjob. Needless to say, Eddie doesnât get anyâŚ. Like ever. Poor thing tries his best but most of the girls heâs surrounded by are in high school and he wants nothing to do with them. He wants a grown woman. He really wants you if he is being honest but he never thinks that would happen in a million years.
He still was riffling deep in the drawer now, he felt something soft but firm, round and long. He picks it up to move it out of the way. He looks at what is your black vibrator. Why would she have a microphone? Eddie moved on quickly because he spots what he is looking for buried under all your crap.
Hours go by and youâre stumbling into your apartment laughing around 1:00am. You offered your room for Eddie to get ready for bed while you took the bathroom. Once you're finished you walk back into your room to see Eddie tucked into his side of the bed.
"I meant to ask you earlier but I forgot because we got too high" He laughed.
"Ask away" You crawled into your fresh sheets and snuggled into bed with Eddie.
"Why do you have a microphone?" He asked. You look at him quizzically because you have no idea what he's talking about.
"Are you sure that weed didn't alter your brain?" You laugh as your head hits the pillow.
"What do you mean? I saw it" He laughs.
"Dude I have no idea what you're talking about? Why would I have a microphone? I hate karaok- oof" Eddie cuts you off by leaning all his body weight over you to reach into your nightstand and pulls out your vibrator.
You start laughing uncontrollably, partly because you're a bit embarrassed, and partly from the alcohol.
"What?" Eddie questions inspecting it, once more. you grab it from his hands and turn it on. The object comes to life and a low buzz fills the room.
"Why is it buzzing?" Oh, your sweet innocent Eddie.
"Ummmm think of it more like a massager..." you turn it off and place it back on the nightstand you turn back to Eddie and can see the wheels in his head turning but no gas.
"Ugh, Eddie don't make me say it out loud" You bury your face in your hands and pillows not wanting to look at him when you say it.
"I don't get it, you're going to have to spell it out for me, Ms.University" he nudges your arm with his elbow.
"It's a vibrator Eddie, you know... like for sex"
The room was still dimly lit, enough for you to see Eddie's eyes go wide.
"Itâs⌠itâs a sex toy?" he reaches over you once again to grab it off the nightstand.
âEddie!â you shout then cover your mouth remembering the time of night.
âGive me that!â You try and grab it out of his hands. This whole situation was weird. You guys never spoke about sex, it just wasnât that kind of friendship.
Yes, you liked Eddie, youâve been crushing on him for years but you would never act on it, or at least you donât think you would? Like a child, Eddie reached his arm up over so you couldnât get it.
âNo come on Iâve never seen one beforeâ he pouts.
âOk youâve seen it now give it back!â You werenât afraid to crawl over him to get it, you straddled his chest, enclosing him between your bare legs.
Your tiny sleep shorts were barely covering your cunt that was practically pressed into Eddieâs face.
âAh ha!â You say victoriously grabbing it from Eddieâs grip.
Eddie can feel the blood rush from his face and into his cock. He shifts and clears his throat.
âOh shit, sorry!â You hike your leg over him accident exposing your pussy even more to him.
Eddieâs eyes donât break from your core. Youâre blissfully unaware you just flashed your best friend.
âSorry Edâs didnât realizeâ you joke.
âUh yeah, itâs fineâ You see Eddie shifting under the covers.
âSo you always sleep without panties or is that just because Iâm in your bed.â Eddie asks.
âEddddddddddie oh my godâ you burry your head in the pillows debating on sleeping on the couch at this point.
âI love when you moan for me babyâ Eddie laughs, you try and hurry yourself further into the bed but Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you into him.
âYou know babe, out of the two of us I should be the one mortified. Iâm the twenty-year-old virgin not knowing what a sex toy looks like.â He grips into you tighter and you bury your face into his neck.
The alcohol is slowly leaving your system but you still blame it for what happens next.
âYou donât have to beâ You timidly kiss into the hollow of where his neck and collarbone meet.
âWhat are you-oh that feels goodâ Eddie sighs into your touch, his chest raging and falling at a quicker pace.
âWill you let me take care of you Eddie?â You graze your hand lower down his bare chest, across his stomach down the the waistband of his boxers.
âYes,â he nods frantically.
You shuffle back over him so youâre once again straddling him. You look down at your best friend, taking in his features, he is so pretty. You lean in timidly to kiss his lips for the first time. His plush lips felt so soft when they connected to yours.
It quickly heats up, you ground your hips into Eddie, you could feel his hard length pressing into your slit and you wiggled your hips on him. You hear a wine come from Eddieâs throat as you disconnect and start to kiss down from his neck to his happy trail.
âIâve been dying to know whatâs under here for yearsâ You graze your hand lightly tracing Eddieâs tented boxers.
Eddieâs hips shoot up at the connection. âEager arenât we?â you giggle slowly revealing his length.
âWell you would be too if youâve waited this long for you.â He sighed.
He was waiting for you.
Youâre stomach flops, at his words and your eyes bulge out of your skull at the size of him.
âYouâve been hiding that you have a horse penis from me this whole time?!â You donât really give Eddie time to answer because you latch your mouth into his tip, not sure how much more youâll be able to fit into your mouth.
Eddie is in heaven, he isnât sure what karma he is getting but he knows he must have done something right to have your head between his legs at this very moment.
Itâs a feeling that heâs never felt before, the warmth of your mouth, the wetness of your lips mixed with the softness of your tongue was all-encompassing. You felt his hand rest on the back of your head, you looked up at him through your lashes, his face blissed out. Your core was dripping already at the feeling of Eddie in your mouth.
The way you were making him feel good was only making you wetter. You reached up to cup his hand on your head, coxing him to push you down.
âOh fuck baby, pleaseâ he whimpered.
You took in more of him opening your throat for him. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft while using the other hand to move in tandem. You had Eddie whimpering âOh my god just like that! Fuck youâre taking me so wellâ
For someone with no experience he sure wasnât shy about praising you. It only made you want to pleasure him more. You were the first one to ever touch him like this. You were the first one to ever make him feel this euphoric.
âFuck Iâm not going to last long fuckfuckfuckâ You were enjoying yourself too much that you didnât care about what Eddie was telling you, you wanted him to cum, he deserved to cum.
âWait wait I wannaâŚshit, I want you to be my firstâ he gently pushed you off him.
âReally?â You asked.
âYea⌠I mean.. if you wanna?â he pants.
âI do Edâsâ but I gotta get myself ready, will you help me? Eddie nods enthusiastically as you lay beside him and he climbs on top of you.
You walked him through what to do, he was a quick learner. He kissed you down your neck like you did to him earlier. He touched you over your shirt at first, a bit shy. You told him he could touch you, and begged him to touch you as you lifted the big sleep shirt over your head. Eddieâs hands immediately latched on to your breasts kneeling them like stress balls.
âSofter please, youâre pinching meâ You place your hands on the backs of his to guide him. You tell him that you like it when your nipples are touched.
He bowed his head lower, and tenderly he kissed the swell of your breast
âIs this ok?â He asks.
âYes Eddie, more of thatâ he brought his warm mouth around your perked nipple.
âOh yes,â you arched your back making your breast squish into Eddieâs nose.
Your head spun as he hummed into you, the vibration jolting to your core.
âI uh, donât know what to do with my hands.â He admitted.
You took his right hand in yours and guided it past your waistband and overtop of your mound.
âFeel me Eddie Iâll tell you what feels goodâ Eddieâs thick fingers explored your pussy lips, slipping his fingers through your folds he grazes your clit and you jerk at the touch.
One thing about Eddie is that he is very receptive. He does it again to test the waters âoh fuckâ you moan.
âYou like that babyâ his confidence was showing.
âYes Eddie, fuck keep goingâ
âSo this is what that little toy is for? This spot right here?â You nodded your head not able to speak.
Why was he so good at this?
âCan I try?â He sheepishly asks you.
âYes, Eddie pleaseâ he reaches over to get the vibrator you had left resting on the bed.
âHold down on the button to turn it onâ
âWhich one there are three? Why are there three?â He turns it finding the buttons.
âThe bottom one, the others are to change the pattern and the speedâ You point to the power button.
âOh,â Eddie smirks.
âOk playboy letâs not get ahead of ourselves, we will start on level oneâ The low buzzing filled the room once again.
âI should take off my shortsâŚâ you awkwardly suggested.
You hook your fingers into the waistband and wiggle your hips up and out.
âOk so, just put it where you put your fingers beforeâ you guide him by the wrist.
The vibrator makes contact with your swollen clit. âOh god yes!â You arch your back in pleasure.
The feeling of the buzzing on your clit shot waves of euphoria through you. Eddie couldnât wipe the Cheshire Cat smile off of his face. Having you at his mercy could have him busting a nut here and now.
Eddie kissed you while holding down the vibrator like his life depended on it. You were starting to get squirmy, your hips gyrated into him
âMore Eddie, you moaned into his mouth.
âWhat do you want?â He asks
âYour fingers, pleaseâ you wine.
He stops kissing you, you can see the nervous look in his eyes.
âItâs okay Eddie you wonât hurt me.â You brush a piece of hair behind his ear.
A shaky hand grazed your slick folds and pushed up slowly and back out again, he repeated that until you showed him what to do next.
âThatâs it Edsâ you sighed into his mouth.
âNow go like thisâ You wiggled your index and middle finger in a come hither motion.
The coil in your lower stomach was getting tighter with each pump of his fingers you were being wound up until it snapped, Eddie feels your walls clench down in him and the thought of you doing that with his cock inside you only got him even more excited.
âOh fuck yes Eddie!â You cried out with pleasure. Your heavy breaths and the low buzz of the vibrations filled the room.
âWoahâ Edd breaks the silence,
âItâs-too much Edsâ You push his hand away that was still holding the toy to your sensitive clit.
âoh shit sorryâ he throws it to the side of the bed and captures your lips into another kiss.
You break the kiss to reach over to the nightstand and grab your condoms.
âHolly shit this is really happening,â Eddie says under his breath but you hear him.
âIf you still want to yeahâ You sit up on your knees and tell Eddie to get on his back.
âIâll be on top to start you off ok, Then if you want to switch let me know.â
He nods his head like a kid who was asked if they wanted their favourite ice cream. You push Eddieâs shoulder back so he is propped up just a little on the pillows you straddle him again getting yourself situated.
âYou wanna put it on or do you want me to?â You raise your brows at him.
âIâll uh-Iâll do itâ he clears his throat. You pass him the blue foiled pack and he expertly slips it over himself.
âYou practice this before?â You giggle, he tells you to shut up and you raise up to your knees you grip his solid length in your hand.
You slowly sink down onto him, and Eddie lets out a guttural moan. You cup a hand over his mouth, you donât want to wake up your roomies.
âShhhhhhhâ you sink down slowly, the way he is stretching you out makes you feel so full. You finally make it all the way to the hilt.
âYou okayâ you ask Eddie. That was a silly question, of course, he is okay. You start by grinding your hips releasing your hand from his mouth.
âYea, more than ok baby.â You started to bounce on his cock, the way he was stretching you felt otherworldly.
âFuck thatâs it, so good fâmeâ he grits out.
He really had confidence for someoneâs first time, but that was because he was with you.
âFuck Eddie youâre so bigâ You let your head fall back.
The sight in front of Eddie only brought him closer to the brink. Your tight, hot cunt swallowing him, your tits bouncing in his face, he was so close.
Eddie remembered what you said about your nipples being sensitive, he leans forward and latches on. Your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. The room is filled with the sound of pants and skin slapping skin.
âYes! Eddie yes yes yesâ You grab the back of his head and tug on his hair.
He lets out a moan, so you do it again. Eddie loves it when you tug on his locks.
âFuck baby Iâm not gonna last much longer.â He tilts his head up to kiss you, he slips his tongue in your mouth.
You are all-encompassed by Eddie, no one else on earth matters but him in this moment.
You let out a small yelp when Eddie unexpectedly flips you on your back. He was feral, he never had felt this before in his life he had to hold on a bit longer, needing to savour this feeling forever.
The new position forced his cock to hit your walls at a better angle. He bends your legs so they are by your ears. The look in his eyes has you swimming, he is consumed by you, and he watches his cock disappear in and out of your walls.
âFuck Eddie Iâm close, touch me pleaseâ Eddie didnât think twice about grabbing the vibrator.
The memory of your velvety walls clench his fingers and drove him to make sure you were the first to cum. He needed you to cum on his cock like he needs air in his lungs.
Eddie hammered into you at a pace much faster than you were capable of while riding him. The tingling of the vibrations shook through your core, in less than a minute you were cumming on his cock.
You open your mouth to scream with pleasure but nothing comes out, your body shakes with pleasure as your second orgasm consumes you.
The second you clenched down on Eddie he was cumming with you. An animalistic groan leaves Eddieâs throat as his hot ropes of cum spill into the condom.
Eddie collapses onto you with a breathy laugh.
âOh my god why did I wait so long to do thisâ he giggled into the crook of your neck.
âBecause you never made a move!â You joke back. Eddie pecks your face with a million and one kisses.
âFuck, sweetheart can we do that again?â He rests his head on your chest, looking at you with those baby cow eyes.
He grabs your hand and brings it to his chin.
âSure Eds we can do that as many times as you wantâ Eddie didnât give you a chance to to recover before he pounced on you for round twoâŚ.
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thinking about inexperienced!virgin!eddie . 18+ minors go away.
you guys spend the whole summer taking your time, you donât see a point in rushing. youâve spent afternoons in his lap, grinding down on the front of his pants, his hard on throbbing from just your clothed cunt rubbing against him. heâd have his hands under your shirt, bra long since thrown across his bedroom as his calloused fingers toy with your nipples.
âis this okay?â heâd ask, breath hot against your neck, hoping that the movements of his fingers are bringing you pleasure rather than discomfort.
youâd give an âmhm!â of approval before you go back to sucking dark hickeys into his neck. he lets out a few whiny moans, but most of them are whispers of âfuckâ and âshitâ.
you remove your canines from his neck , looking between your bodies before you guide his heavily ringed hand between your legs. he rubs the pads of his fingers down the front seam, pushing hard enough to create friction. he knows heâs doing a good job because heâs got you moaning his name over and over while you roll your hips into his hand. he didnât expect such a thing to be better than the previous grinding.
âyeah? you want my fingers huh?â he doesnât realize it until much later, but that was the hottest thing he couldâve possibly said to you in that moment.
excuse me while i melt into the carpet đŤ -demi
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omg omg omg I canât wait for tcar part 9 𼚠I miss eddie spaghetti and peach so much đĽšđĽšđĽš
THE CUSTOMER'S ALWAYS RIGHT | sunshine, sometimes
summary: the gang searches for peace of mind at lake lemon. after an enlightening conversation with steve, eddie unknowingly stirs up a storm. (17k)
pairing: virgin!eddie munson / f!reader, mentions of past steve harrington / f!reader
tags: experienced!reader, idiots in love, domestic bliss (road trip edition), newly established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort, the gang's all here! TW probable typos, swearing, mentions of b*lly h*rgrove and toxic relationships, kissing, heavy petting, fingering, eddie coming in his pants (vol. 3), smut 18+
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You think itâs entirely possible that you made Eddie up in your head.
Sleeping next to you, painted in satin shades of pale pink and milky white, he looks exactly like a dream.
His curls are wild, spread across his face and cotton pillow in a chestnut-colored halo around his head. Soft snores billow from his rosy mouth in heavy, even breaths â a heavenly sound you think could lull you back to sleep all over again. His long lashes flutter against the flushed apple of his cheek, made a gentle strawberry shade from the ardor of his slumber. The soft color splotches the tip of his nose and the plush of his lips.
Eddieâs made of all the prettiest colors you wish you could paint. Maybe then heâd finally see himself the way you do. He possesses an otherworldly kind of beauty â one bordering on religious â something holy people used to sacrifice themselves for.
And here he is. In your bed and on your mouth, like a vivid ruby lipstick stain youâre not rushing to rub out just yet. Or ever, if you had anything to say about it.
âI can feel you staring, weirdo,â Eddie mumbles, slurred and heavy with sleep. The words come out muffled because his face is shoved into the pillow.
Youâre not as embarrassed at getting caught as you probably should be.Â
You could deny it if you wanted. His eyes are still shut. Youâve got every ounce of plausible deniability to defend yourself with, but for some strange reason, you donât feel the urge to. He was far too pretty not to be unabashedly examined, like a piece of art you could stare at for ages and find something new in every time.
âReally?â you hum in return, voice as quiet with leftover fatigue as your sleepy smile. âI didnât know my boyfriend had superpowers.â
The smile that tugs at Eddieâs mouth is absentminded but no less sincere. Itâs lopsided and rosy and full of all the love he has for you. He doesnât think heâll ever get tired of being called your boyfriend. He figures his chest will swell every time he hears the words â as long as they spill from your mouth, anyway.
âYou werenât supposed to know about that,â he teases quietly â eyes still shut, grin still pressed into the pillow.
âI can keep a secret,â you promise in a whisper. Your hand rises from beneath the fluffy comforter to spread across his cheek. Your palm settles warmly at his jaw as your fingers brush a few rogue curls from his forehead. âAs long as you give me a kiss for it.â
Eddieâs smile, weighed down by sleep and adoration, only widens at your words.Â
His button eyes are swollen as he blinks the haze of sleep from them. It feels a little like his heart has stopped when heâs able to see you clearly.Â
Itâs like heâs looking down a high-up cliff or staring into the deep abyss of outer space â a warm, empty, and lurching feeling in his chest that only comes from witnessing something so profound.
The profundity in question is you.
Itâs your wild hair and puffy cheeks and crooked smile. Itâs the way your swollen eyes twinkle with adoration at an ungodly hour of the morning. The way your honey voice seems to match the golden sunrise. Youâre an angel in the flesh â a divinely ethereal being wearing his Hellfire tee to sleep in.Â
The beauty you are takes him by surprise for all of half a second. It makes him forget how to breathe and makes his brain go all fuzzy. Itâs like heâs seeing you for the first time every time he looks at you.
âWell, as long as itâll keep you quiet,â Eddie huffs, feigning annoyance, as he lifts his head off the pillow to settle onto yours.Â
His plush lips press against your subtle smile a second later. Your mouths entwine something heavy, like maple syrup or marshmallow fluff â a kiss so full of sleep and distant longing.
But thatâs all it is. A kiss. Itâs nothing more than an innocuous peck that Eddie stamps upon your mouth. His nose smushes into the side of yours, and heâs gone as quickly as he came.Â
Your shut eyes flutter open again. They widen when Eddie ducks down for another sneaking peck. He lingers a few moments longer this time, like he canât quite get enough of you the same way you can never seem to get enough of him.
Your grin grows. You feel a bit like youâre glittering all over when Eddie settles back onto the mattress. But maybe thatâs just the rising sun peeking in flaxen shades from the window â or maybe itâs love sparkling like orange embers in your chest. Maybe itâs both.Â
Maybe loving Eddie feels pink and gold like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.
Itâs just as easy, anyway.
âOoh,â you singsong with a smile as you prop yourself on your elbow. âTwo for one deal, huh?â
The boy shrugs one shoulder. His leadened lids fall over his chocolate syrup eyes when sleep threatens to pull him under again. He shifts against the mattress to get comfortable, though itâs much harder without you pressed against him.
âI gotta secret identity to protect, sweets. Gotta make sure we keep it under wraps and everything, you know?â The tired boyâs mumbles are followed by a hearty yawn that scrunches his sleep-ridden features.
âWell, you can pry this secret from my cold, dead hands,â you lilt quietly, leaning down to sprinkle a featherlight kiss to his flushed cheek. His skin is warm against your mouth, rosy with a good nightâs sleep.
âWell, except for Robin,â you whisper shortly thereafter. âI have to tell Robin.â
Eddie exhales sharply through his nose in place of a laugh.
âAnd Steve, too. Heâll be mad if I tell Robin and not him.â
âRight,â Eddie scoffs with a tired nod against his pillow.
You can tell heâs trying hard to stay awake for you. Heâd done this the night before, too â kept talking to you even though his body was threatening to shut down after a long day of school and road-tripping. Youâd called him out on it then, and he confessed that it hurt too much to stop talking to you. He said heâd rather be exhausted than miss you, even for the faintest fraction of a second.
A smile hints at the corners of your lips as you stare down at the boy. You duck down once more to brush a fleeting kiss to the warm apple of his cheek â there and gone again.Â
Eddie sighs at the heavenly feeling, then scrunches his features in annoyance when the mattress shifts beneath him.
âWhere are you going?â he grouses over the sound of your padding feet and the door creaking open. Heâs got one tired eye squinted when he rises to look at you over his shoulder. His untamed curls are as drenched with sleep as the rest of his softly swollen features.
You stand in the doorway and smile back at him. You donât look nearly as exhausted as he does. Thatâs only because you spent the better part of the morning ogling at him, of course, but he doesnât need to know that.Â
It wouldnât change anything, anyway.
Slumber looks too good on you. Itâs got you glowing like a pink and orange sunrise, grinning like the morning dew has kissed you. Itâs a very distinct part of your beauty that took Eddie several days of unabashed staring to understand. Youâve got a far-off kind of quality about you, dreamlike.Â
Youâre a nymph made of flower petals with unearthly eyes and angelic lips. Youâre a swan princess whoâs enchanted his imagination. His mind canât go anywhere without bumping into thoughts of you â like some romantic spell youâve cast upon him.
Still a bit grumpy with sleep and overcome with yearning, Eddie makes a mental note to add you to a future campaign. What better way to tell someone you love them than by making them your muse, solidifying them in the history of you forever?
âIâm gonna tell everyone that my boyfriend is basically the metalhead equivalent of Clark Kent,â you joke with a crooked smile that flashes your similarly crooked teeth.
The door creaks when it shuts behind you. Eddieâs chest aches with the empty feeling of missing you. The warmth of adoration lingers, however, as though youâd never left at all.
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Thankfully, no one had gotten Jason Voorhees-ed while you were sleeping.
You make your rounds about the cabin, peeking into darkened bedrooms and making sure everyone was where youâd left them. You knew Robin hadnât truly meant her words from the day before, about Ted Bundy or some equivalent creep stalking the woods of Lake Lemon. Sheâs sincere but in a blatantly irrational sort of way. Sweet but slightly insane. Sheâs an illogical genius that unintentionally gets in your head.
Youâre grateful to find that you hadnât woken up in the middle of slasher film, however. Youâre able to exhale a trembling sigh of relief as you walk into the kitchen.
Steve The Hair Harrington unknowingly keeps you company as you break out the supplies needed to make a couple of teenagers a sufficient breakfast. His soft snores fill the quiet cabin from where heâs sprawled out in the center of the pull-out couch in the living room. Heâs twisted in a thin white sheet and gripping a single pillow like his life depends on it.
He used to hold you like that, too. Like you were a buoy in an ocean and the only thing keeping him afloat. Heâd cage you in his arms with a grip that only seemed to intensify with his sleep. It felt like being suffocated almost. But in a good way.
The memory is glittering with reminiscence instead of soaking in heartache.Â
You donât miss being with Steve, nor do you miss the person you were when you were with him. You do miss the closeness of him, though â in the simplest, most human way. Also, you just really like taking the piss out of him and all his little idiosyncrasies.
With his sleeping form so near, everything you do feels so much louder in the quiet. The fridge closes too aggressively, the eggs crack too sharply, the cabinets close too harshly. You grimace with every noise you make, checking over your shoulder to make sure Steve hadnât heard from across the room.
He hadnât. âCause he tends to sleep like heâs hibernating.
He doesnât rouse when a humming car crunches against gravel when it pulls into the driveway outside â or when the bowl of pancake batter in your hands clatters to the countertop accordingly.
The milky white concoction sways in the container, splashing in pearly dots onto the gray granite. Youâre too distracted to focus on the mess. Your heart starts to race at the appearance of the sudden visitor with the irrational thought that Ted Bundy was strolling up to your doorstep like some kind of offbeat traveling salesman.Â
God, you need to stop hanging out with Robin so much. Or watching so many horror movies. Maybe both.
Because itâs only Nancy.Â
Itâs sweet, beautiful, lithe Nancy Wheeler and her beat-up Station Wagon.Â
Her curly hair is cropped at her shoulders, hastily combed through and pinned out of her face with a butterfly clip. Her pretty pink skirt swishes around her knees as she reaches for a leather satchel in the backseat. Her purple and white Emerson College tee is tucked into it, matching the same-colored Converse on her feet.
âHey,â she greets with a pretty wave and delicate smile when she catches sight of you in the doorway.
âHiâŚâ you respond, mixed with a breathy sigh of what should be relief.Â
Because she isnât Ted Bundy â or some local Lake Lemon serial killer. Sheâs far too pretty and far too kind to be either of those. But your heart still thrums something fierce against your ribcage when you look at her. Youâre still drenched with ice-cold fear when you know you should be relieved.
But despite your clammy trembling hands, you hold the door open for her.
She winces at the sight of Steveâs sleeping figure on the couch, ocean eyes widening at his freckled back peeking from beneath the thin sheet. Her footsteps become noticeably lighter as you lead her into the kitchen.Â
Itâs far too big for just the two of you. The open space is filled only with a distant awkwardness and the potent smell of sweet vanilla youâd dropped into the pancake batter.
âSorryâŚâ Nancy grimaces as she sets her bag on the dining table, as though her company was something she needed to be excused for. Her bushy brows pinch together, and her doe-eyes swim with apology. âI know I was supposed to be here last nightâŚâ
You shift your weight on your feet across from her, arms wrapping around yourself for further comfort. Sheâs just a few feet away from you, but the distance feels cavernous.
âYeah, isâ is everything, you know⌠okay?â
âYeah. Yeah, itâs justâ itâs dumb,â Nancy scoffs out a laugh, shrugging off your worry with ease. Her gaze flits to the ceiling. You can see smudged eyeliner around her eyes, like sheâs still wearing yesterdayâs makeup. âI got carried away with the school paper after school, and I didnât get home until late, and I⌠I figured I should just wait until morning to make the drive, you know?
You nod slowly in response â for a couple seconds too long, maybe â as you think of what else to say. âWell, was, uhâ was traffic okay, at least?â
âYeah. It was fine,â she answers and bites back a yawn. âPeople around here are amazing drivers, you know, so⌠It was a perfect, anxiety-free three hours.â
Her plush pink lips curl into a smile.Â
Yours follow suit, but the breathy laugh that spills from them feels much more forced.
âYouâre probably tired, huh?â you wonder, then ramble before she can answer you. âI could get Steve to move upstairs with Robinâ or Robin can come down here, and you can take the bed. Unless you wanna share with her, but fair warning, she does kick in her sleep, soâŚâ
A giggle spills from Nancyâs mouth. Itâs a soft, bubbly sound that squints the edges of her eyes. Her pointed chin tucks to her chest like sheâs trying to hide the gentle grin from you.Â
You canât tell if she finds your babbling amusing or endearing like Eddie does.Â
You quickly realize you donât care â youâre just proud that youâve made her smile. And, fuck, you canât even blame Steve for wanting her more than you because look at her. You should hate her, yet you canât take your eyes off her.
âNo, Iâm good. We can⌠deal with all that when everyone wakes up, I guess,â she dismisses with a shake of her head.Â
You vaguely catch her eyes darting past you to the tornado of breakfast behind you â a whirlwind of uncooked food, miscellaneous containers, and crumbled napkins. Itâs a mess only a gentle, well-meaning child could make. Thatâs what you feel like most days, anyway, so you guess it kind of fits.
âDo you want help with breakfast?â Nancy wonders when her gaze flits back to you.
You canât tell if sheâs asking to be kind or if she really wants to. You decline either way. âNo. Youâveâ Youâve been driving all morning.â
âAre you sure?â
âYeah,â you affirm with a wavering smile.
Her grin is equally sheepish. She falters, a tad bit awkwardly at first, before mumbling something and heading out the back door to explore.
A trembling sigh of relief shakes through your chest when the sliding glass door swishes shut behind her.Â
It gets better over time â the preliminary tension that settles like suffocating humidity between the two of you â but it never gets any easier. A forgive but canât forget sort of rigidity you canât quite smooth out.
You get only a few more minutes of uninterrupted solitude after Nancyâs gone. The last bit of peace youâre bound to have all day.
A door clicks open and shut again from down the hallway, followed by the subtle scuff of socked feet against carpet.Â
Your eyes widen softly when Dustin appears from around the corner, though you figure you really shouldnât be surprised. Of course he was the kid that woke up before the rest of his friends. You feel a bit like you should fix him a cup of black coffee while he reads the business section of the newspaper. Heâs far more mature than you were at fourteen.
âOh,â you hum quietly, a soft smile twitching at the edges of your lips. âMorning.â
Dustinâs swollen eyes squint at you. His gaze darts around the room, as wild as the chestnut curls on his head. Itâs strange not seeing him in his usual Thinking Cap. He looks a little foreign in his baggy blue Scooby Doo pajama pants and baggier yellow Camp Know-Where tee.
âWhereâs Eddie?â he wonders aloud when he turns back to you, like he canât quite fathom seeing one of you without the other somewhere nearby.
Your chest aches. You donât know why.Â
Well, you do, but you figure it shouldnât hurt as bad as it does.Â
Dustin was Eddieâs friend. He had zero obligation to care about you the same way. He didnât have to like you past his not-so-subtle admiration for your boyfriend, but it still hurts that he doesnât think youâre as cool.
âUh⌠Still sleeping. I think,â you lilt, voice as high and light as the salty breeze slipping past the slightly ajar backdoor.
âOh. Okay.â Dustin nods and doesnât say anything further. He doesnât seem as weighed down by the silence as you are. He peeks over his shoulder at Steveâs rousing figure on the couch and then at the pots and pans of food on the counter. His tired blue eyes fill with light when they flit at you again. âCan I help?â
Heâs suddenly aglow with a boyish sort of enthusiasm. His bushy brows raise and a smile pulls at his face, and you find it dreadfully hard to tell him no.
âSure. If you want to, butââ Youâre about to prattle on and on about how he shouldnât feel obligated to. That heâs a kid on vacation and can sleep in if he wants. That he shouldnât have to worry about helping you if he doesnât really want to.
But heâs already walking to the sink, flipping on the faucet so he can wash his hands.
Your aching heart swells with warmth.
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The rest of your friends wake up one by one.
Mike and El come out shortly after Dustin, the latter already dressed for the day. Sheâs a ray of sunshine compared to her grumpy boyfriend. His hair is a wild raven halo, and his cheeks are lined with indentions from the sheets. El hangs on his arm in a pair of jean coveralls, sparkling like the cerulean waters outside.Â
âWanna call Hopper?â you ask the blushing girl from where you scramble eggs at the stove.
She nods with her cheek smushed into Mikeâs shoulder, eyes wide and sheepish like sheâs embarrassed about wanting to talk to her dad. You donât blame her for it. You tend to call Hopper after most minor inconveniences.Â
Dustin mans the kitchen while you help her with the telephone. Heâs very meticulous about the cooking, like heâs got flipping pancakes down to a science. Heâs too good of a sous-chef for you to get mad at him for stealing from the stack every now and then.
Robin and Max are sitting at the dining table by the time you get back. Theyâre practically zombies, silent and grumpy, with their freckled features scrunched like they take offense to the early morning.
Lucas is the last of the kids to come out, though a part of you thinks it mightâve been intentional.Â
Heâs traded his pajamas for day clothes â Hawkins Tigers track pants and a fitted t-shirt. He idles in the kitchen for several long moments with his trembling hands balled into fists. You can tell he wants to sit next to Max. The thought of rejection keeps him from gravitating towards her, though. Instead, he stands at the counter next to Dustin and tries to hide his grieving.
Steve comes second to last â which is strange, because he was the first one there in a sense. The volume in the kitchen grows too loud for him to ignore. When he comes to the begrudging realization that thereâs no falling back to sleep, he decides to join the rest of you.
His feet trudge down the hall when he returns from the bathroom. The only remnants of slumber he wears are the sweatpants and wrinkled t-shirt heâd thrown on sometime after waking up. His structured features are seemingly too sharp to be weighed down by fatigue.
âWhere are those little shits going?â he wonders in the place of any actual greeting. He eyes Mike and El as they depart through the sliding glass door. His bushy brows scrunch in confusion and distant worry â neither of which ever seem to leave him.
âProbably to talk to Nancyââ
âWhat?â Steve sputters, wide-eyed and gaped mouth. âNancyâsâ Nancyâs here?â
Your brows pinch at his shock. You scrape fluffy yellow eggs from the skillet into a large bowl, fit to feed a sizable family â yours of which has squeezed like sardines into this cabin. âWell⌠You did invite her, didnât you?â
âWell, yeah, butâŚâ he trails off, features twisted in puzzlement. His anxious hands prop against his sweatpant-clad waist. âWhen did she get in?â
âThis morningââ
His eyes fly open once more. His head whips over his shoulder, like he might see her standing there, then turns back to gape at you again. âAnd you didnât wake me up?â
You scoff a faint laugh at him. âWhy would I wake you up?â
ââCause heâs in love with her,â Dustin answers for him, mouth full of the pancake he grips in his right hand. âObviously.â
âShut up,â Steve squints at him with all the annoyance of an older sibling despite having been an only child all his life. His irked features relax when his cinnamon gaze flits to you. âWhere is she now?â
âUh⌠She went for a walk a while ago,â you answer absentmindedly, as though she hadnât been on your mind the whole time. âI think sheâs sitting out by the beach waiting for everyone to get up now, though.â
You and Steve share similarly narrowed eyes when you look out the kitchen window. The brunette girl sits at the square table outside the cabin. You can only see the profile of her pointed features as she smiles up at her younger brother and his girlfriend â a look so full of annoyance it can only be love.
âMaybe take it down a few notches before you try to talk to her, alright, Stevie?â Robin teases from the dining table.
âYeah,â Lucas lilts with a slow nod, obviously playful in his dogpiling. He leans against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, trying hard not to smile too wide. âYou look a little crazy right now, man.â
âItâs only âcause you little shits drive me crazy,â Steve defends in a monotone.
âGo tell her breakfast is almost done,â you advise with a sincere smile, though your eyes sparkle with mischief. âYou can use that as an excuse to talk to her instead of whatever bullshit you were about to make up.â
Steve nods with a flat face. âThanks, Peach.â
Dustin and Lucas help you transport the containers of food to the rectangle dining table â pancakes, eggs, sausage, and only halfway stale biscuits. Basically whatever leftover groceries you could find in the cupboards and the fridge.
Steve is too busy idling in one place to bother helping. With his eyes trained on the sliding glass door, itâs too apparent that heâs in his own head. Heâs trying hard to work up the courage to talk to a girl heâs known for years now.Â
As you sit in your seat at the table â beside Robin, across from Max, with a spare chair open for Eddie on your other side â you watch the fidgeting boy from over your shoulder. His pointed features harden slightly with his newfound bravery, his chest puffing with a wavering breath in. You watch him take a firm step towards the door, but heâs stopped in place by three bodies already walking towards it.
Nancy was already on her way back, with Mike and El at her side. Steve had been too late â too doubtful of himself, too frightened of the pushed-away problems heâd caused. Heâs forced to share awkward, trembling smiles with his first love and not a thing more.Â
You feel his heartache as if it were your own.
Eddieâs footsteps stomp, stomp, stomp down the spiral staircase when he finally comes down.
Your heart warms at the very sight of him, as though you were looking at the rest of your life in the flesh â wild hair, swollen eyes, wrinkled t-shirt, and all. Itâs too early to smile as wide as you do.
âMorning, Eds,â you greet, because everyoneâs too busy stuffing their faces or writhing in unrequited love to do it for you.
His lips curl into a soft smile, weighed down by fatigue but rosy with his love for you. The pink expression grows when he sees the full table and the seat you left open for him. âMorning, sweetheart,â he lilts in response.
âHow convenient,â Dustin squints from the head of the table, adjacent to Lucas and Eddieâs vacant seat. Heâs got scrambled egg clinging to the side of his mouth as he chastises, âYou show up right when breakfast is done.â
âSorry, Dusty Bun,â Eddie apologizes with a teasing inflection that would imply that heâs not actually sorry. His chair scrapes against the kitchen tile when he pulls it out from under the table. âItâs not my fault I have impeccable timing.â
Your eyes dart to the boy standing beside you. They dance across his sleep-ridden features as your lips quirk in a cheeky half-smile.Â
You know better than anyone that heâs only ever late to everything. The only time you can count on him being early is if thereâs a Hellfire campaign or when heâs coming in his jeans.Â
Eddie grows sheepish with the same understanding. His cheeks flush with a poorly hidden smirk as he sits down next to you. âDonât say anything, Peach,â he mutters quietly to you.
The table, now sufficiently full, seems to thrum with life. Whether theyâre picking at their food like Steve and Lucas, or stuffing their faces like Dustin and Robin, you canât help but smile softly at each of them.Â
They feel like family â like youâve upped and carried your home with you three hours away. Youâd forgotten what not being alone felt like before now. Your chest swells with a newfound life you didnât even know you were missing.
âUh, did everyone pack a bathing suit?â you wonder aloud with a bright smile on your face, a measly question to fill the silence and the sound of silverware against porcelain plates.
Everyone nods and hums soft âyeahââs with their mouths full â except for Eddie.Â
The boy beside you stills with his fork in front of his mouth. His dark eyes go wide as he looks over at you. âOh, fuck,â he mutters in the place of an answer. âI was supposed to pack a bathing suit?â
You find his forgetful disposition rather endearing. You can too easily imagine him standing in the middle of his bedroom, mouthing everything you told him to pack while counting them on his fingers. You can see his brows furrowing with a distant pout while he asks himself âwhat the hell am I forgetting?â
Youâre too in love to be annoyed with him â or ill-prepared.
âI packed trunks for you. Itâs okay,â you murmur in response, voice as quiet as the smile you look at him with.
Eddieâs chest aches. Itâs too warm to be his heart breaking â too fluffy and sticky and sweet. Itâs a burning sort of pain that can only be pure, unadulterated love.Â
âGod, you are the woman of my dreams, baby,â he confesses lowly, mostly to himself.
You only hear the words leave his mouth because heâs leaning in to kiss you. You donât meet him halfway, but instead grin softly at his efforts, which you know are bound to be interrupted. Â
âHey!â Dustin scolds through the bite of biscuit in his mouth. âNo kissing at the table!â
Robin licks syrup from the corner of her mouth, then concurs through her pancakes, âYeah. You wanna make everybody here puke or what?â
âOr what,â you answer the rhetorical question, meeting her deadpanned expression with a smile. You tilt your head to your shoulder and scrunch your nose. âPreferably, at least.â
âHow about everyone just keep their hands to themselves, yeah?â Steve advises in a monotone. His honey eyes flit around the table with a significant focus on you and Eddie and Mike and El. He waves his fork in his hand, still piercing the cooled piece of scrambled egg he hasnât eaten yet. âHow about that?â
âOkay, Hopper,â you scoff to yourself.
El snorts a quiet laugh from across the table, on Maxâs other side.
Steve flashes you an annoyed glance from across Robin sitting between the two of you. Despite his monotoned features, his eyes sparkle with an adoration for you he couldnât conceal if he wanted to.
He tries to, anyway.Â
âBite me,â he grumbles with narrowed eyes.
Eddie huffs dramatically from beside you. The sound gets your attention â makes you turn your head to look at him again â which is all he really wanted to do, anyway.
âStop flirting!â the boy grumbles, wide-eyed and chewing through his mouthful. âIâm sitting right here!â
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Eddie Munson was never supposed to believe in love at first sight. That stuff was for children, chick flicks, and over-played ballads â not metalheads whoâve never been loved before and have had to improvise all their awkward tenderness accordingly.
But then he met you. And he didnât love you then, but he knew something was different. Off. Metamorphosing, even.Â
It was different from love â whatever strange, foreign thing he was feeling way back when. It didnât hurt nearly as much, and it didnât feel like every single one of his atoms had been set ablaze. It was softer, warmer, a gentle familiarity in a stranger who just wanted to get high.
You sat down in front of him on that rotted park bench in the middle of the woods, and it felt like he was staring the rest of his life in the face. There was no falling head over heels like all the songs on the radio said thereâd be, but rather an âOh, hi, itâs you. I hope itâs always gonna be you.â
He feels that foreign, fluffy feeling in his chest even now as he stands on the shore in a pair of trunks you bought because you knew heâd forget his. He watches you wade into the cerulean sea with a lily sort of hesitance. Youâre so much smaller than the wide-open, but he loves you so much you seem swallow it all whole anyway.Â
Youâre a pretty little thing in a canary yellow bikini, sunshine incarnate. Your thighs are round and full. The pudge of your stomach is soft and tender. The scarred marks on your back and shoulders are like so many little kisses, each of which he longs to give you in return.
You possess an intimidating sort of beauty, one that Eddie found easier to admire from afar. You were entirely too captivating â warm and gentle like a summer rain dying to be danced in.
âStop being such a baby!â Robin calls from further in the water. Her sandy-colored hair is a darker shade from the salty sea and pushed back over her forehead and ears.Â
Her chapped lips curl into a pink smile as she looks up at you. Not even she could hide her admiration for your fantastical, demoniacal beauty.
âThe waterâs not even that bad!â the girl continues in half-hearted taunts. âJust run in!â
âItâs cold!â you insist, shivering when a brutal breeze brushes by. You tense and tighten the grip you have on yourself. Your arms are crossed over your chest in a feeble shield that does little to protect you from the water nipping at your ankles.
Robin cackles at your wincing.
Eddie mightâve defended you if he wasnât so lost in the eternal blue of you, more infinite than the water you stand in or the sky you idle beneath.Â
You look so soft in the golden sunlight, so diabolically angelic. Lithe, unholy, yet pure all the same. Built for sin but looking just like Heaven.
Eddie Munson wasnât supposed to fall in love. He wasnât even looking for it until it tripped him, ate him up, and spat him out. The universe does whatever the universe wants sometimes, he figures, and if you canât laugh at their stupid jokes, then thatâs on you.
âHoly shitâŚâ Eddie mumbles as the realization pierces him like a dull needle between his ribcage. That searing, subtle feeling of being in love.Â
Itâs frightening more than it is anything, really â the understanding that youâre diving into something that could ruin you, something youâre going to let ruin you. Thereâs nothing but a thin line between love and horror.
âHuh?â Steve hums with a cartoonishly scrunched nose and furrow to his brow.
He was the only one close enough to hear him. Everyone else was separate but still near, using every inch of their reserved space.Â
Nancyâs reading a book in one of the lounge chairs with El and Max sunbathing on towels close by. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike are roughhousing in the water â no doubt irking Steve and his lifeguard-esque spidey senses. Robin, meanwhile, was still coaxing you inside.
Eddieâs head snaps in Steveâs direction. He squints through the wisps of gray smoke rising from the grill. âHuh?â he repeats like the idiot he is.
âYou said something.â The brunette boy responds. Not a question, but a statement of fact.
âNo, I wasnât,â Eddie sasses back despite having been caught red-handed. He shrugs and crosses his pale arms over his chest. âI was just⌠I was just talking to myself.â
âYeah. âCause thatâs not weird or anything.â
Eddie bites back a too-harsh jeer. He watches Steve flip a steaming burger on the tiny grill in front of him with a floundering sort of finesse. He scoffs out a laugh. âMaking fun of me isnât gonna compensate for you having absolutely no idea what youâre doing over there, you know?â
âHow hard can it be?â Steve wonders, bouncing his shoulders and gesturing with the spatula in his hand. âTheyâre burgers. Just flip âem before the burn, and theyâre goldenâ well, not golden, but⌠you get it.â
Eddie rolls his eyes at the boyâs blind optimism. Steveâs got all the trappings of a rich kid who never had a fend for yourself night where dinner was just chocolate milk, dry cereal, and pizza rolls. âI thought growing up in the suburbs, you wouldâve perfected the art of grilling by now.â
âYeah, well, I didnât exactly have anyone around that often to teach me, soâŚâ
Steve isnât exactly playing the woe is me card. Heâs just stating a fact that most everyone in Hawkins seems to know by now. It blows the wind out of Eddieâs sails, anyway.Â
Itâs hard to understand sometimes that Steveâs got his own thing going on â his own secrets with his own trauma he keeps hidden from the rest of the world. Eddie spent his whole life thinking that if he was richer, or if his house was bigger, or if the kids at school liked him more, he mightâve been happier growing up.Â
Steve Harrington is living proof that thatâs not always true.
Eddie walks a few steps closer to the grill. The smell of smoke and cooked meat pervade him instantaneously. He snatches the spatula from Steveâs hand, whoâs too off guard to dodge him.Â
His frizzy curls bunch at his shoulders when he tilts his head to the side, flashing the brunette boy a sickly sweet smile. âLet the trailer trash show ya how itâs done, Stevie.â
âFirst of all, donât call me that,â he retorts with a flat face, golden biceps crossed tight over the chest of his fitted tee. âAnd second of all, what the hell do you know about cooking?â
âWhen you grow up in a trailer park, you know how to make at least two things by the time youâre seven-years-old â pizza rolls in the oven and burgers on the grill.â
Steveâs honey eyes narrow. âI donât trust you not to poison us, Munson.â
âWhat? You think Iâm gonna poison a bunch of kids and my girlfriend? Thatâs, like, the lowest of the low,â Eddie defends with bubbly laughter sputtering from his mouth. He flips a smashed burger and lets it sizzle over the low flame before pointing the spatula in Steveâs direction. A mischievous glint sparkles in his eye. âBut you, Harrington? You should definitely be worried.â
ââŚGirlfriend, huh?âÂ
Eddie, visibly surprised by the lack of a comeback, glances over his shoulder at the boy. His fleetingly puzzled gaze gives way to a teasing pink grin. âYeah⌠Jealous?âÂ
It was a joke, but Steve starts to stutter over himself like heâs guilty of something. âWhat? No,â he argues between forced laughter. âWhy would youâ Why would you even say that?â
ââCause I actually had the balls to ask out the girl I like, and youâve been ogling at Nancy for an hour trying to figure out how to talk to her without coming off like a total creep.â
âThatâs not⌠I wasnât doing that.â
Eddie shrugs. âOkay.â
âI wasnât.â
âI said okay!â
âJeezâŚâ Steve concedes with a dramatic huff. âI have no idea what Peach sees in you, ya know?â
âMe neither, honestly,â Eddie confesses with a distant smile, grinning at the grill like he can see you in the wisps of thick smoke. âI always thought it was my strong arms and sparkling personality.âÂ
âSee, thatâs what Iâm talking about! You canât be serious about anything!â
âI can be serious about some things.â
âYeah?â Steve muses with raised brows and a smile that says otherwise. âLike what?â
Thereâs a million stupid jokes Eddie could make just to piss him off all the more. He swallows them all down in place of something more real. âI donât know⌠Peach is pretty cool, I guess⌠Donât really wanna fuck that upâŚâ
Steve nods, proud of the answer he wasnât expecting. âGood. Donât.â
âAnd what would you do if I did, tough guy?â Eddie jokes, narrowing his eyes at the boy beside him. âBeat me up?â
He answers without missing a beat. âYeah.â
âYou donât exactly have the best track record for that. Iâm pretty sure youâre on a world-record losing streak, actually.â
âI donât have to win,â Steve assures with a strange sort of sternness to his words.Â
Eddie is visibly shocked by the sudden seriousness, wide-eyed and confused.Â
The brunette boy sighs before explaining. âThat time I got into that stupid fight with Hargrove, it wasnât about trying to beat him, you know? I was trying toâ I donât knowâ I was trying to⌠keep him from hurting the people I cared about, I guess.â
âPeach?â Eddie presses with furrowed brows.
Steve shoots him a dumbfounded look, confused by the confusion. âShe didnât tell you about that?â
â...No?â
âThen, uh⌠Never mind.â
Steve closes in on himself all over again â an impenetrable brick wall with abs and a chiseled jawline. Eddie feels so suddenly left out, like there was some secret everyone was in on but him. He abandons the grill entirely.Â
âNope. No way. You have to tell me now.â
âI donât have to tell you shit, Munson,â Steve scoffs, side-stepping the wild-haired boy and taking his place in front of the grill. The burgers are cooked through now, perfectly seared and smoky. He plates them all like he wasnât on track to burning them. Eddie lets him do it.
âI swear to god, I will give you food poisoning on purpose, Harringtonââ
âItâs not my story to tell, alright?â Steve interjects the half-hearted threat.
âWell, I mean, it sorta is because you were just about to tell it, soâŚâ
The brunette grumbles something under his breath like a rolling storm cloud.
You and Robin watch the encounter from afar, both of you someways from shore. Now submerged to your shoulders in the sapphire water, youâre not nearly as cold as when you first stepped in. It feels as soft as silk now, sparkling around you like diamonds every time you kick your feet to keep yourself afloat.
A smile quirks at your mouth at the sight of the bantering boys â one you used to love and one you think youâll love forever.
Theyâre complete and utter opposites of each other. One golden, one pale. One broad, one lean. One with trimmed honey locks that shine golden in the sun, and one with long curls so dark they seem to reject all light entirely.Â
They both wear deadpanned looks of utter annoyance on their features, having no idea how close theyâre standing to each other.
âThe sexual tension is ripe between those two,â you confess to Robin, though itâs mostly for yourself.
âThink theyâre gonna kiss?â the brunette girl jokes as she blinks salt water from her eyes.
âI donât know⌠They mightâŚâ you observe quietly, squinting in the distance in a feeble attempt to read their lips. The conversation seems heated â well, as heated as it gets between two boys who think theyâre better off as enemies.Â
You long to understand what theyâre saying and mourn the fact that you donât.
âBet I can get them to kiss by the end of the night, though,â you answer more finally and with a glint to your eye â a result of your looming mischief rather than the glittering sun above you.
âPlease, donât say itâŚâ Robin grimaces.
âTruth or dare,â you singsong with a beaming grin.
The girl makes a pained sound at your words. She bubbles her freckled cheeks and squeezes her eyes shut tight. She ducks herself beneath the water in attempts to hide there, knowing there are some things you just canât run from.
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You hold onto your love for Eddie like so many flowers in your hand.Â
Itâs a collection of wild things â honeyed daffodils, fluffy white daisies, and pretty pastel forget-me-nots. Their vivid green stems feel like stripes of hardened silk in your palm.Â
Maybe youâll shape them into a crown later, place them on top of your loverâs wild curls the next time you see him. You hope that isnât too long now.
Max was the one that wanted to go on a hike. Upon the other boysâ insistence of tagging along, she spat like venom in return â âNo boys allowed.â And, quite frankly, none of you were in any position to deny Maxine Mayfield of anything.
Robin hadnât even wanted to go until that moment. She complained she was too tired after a day in the water to spend an evening in the woods. The thought of making fun of Steve seemingly cured her.Â
âYeah,â she lilted with a smile, voice raspy from hours of nonstop laughter. She slid a cap over her drying locks, leaving it backwards and lazy on her head. She bounced her brows and walked backwards behind the group of you. âGo on your own hike, Stevie.â
âWe will!â Steve argued in return, like a child not easily left behind.
You canât be sure of what theyâre up to now. Nothing, maybe, or perhaps everything. You just hope Eddieâs missing you as much as youâre missing him â innocently, gently, childishly.Â
Maybe heâs seeing your face in the crystalline waves of the sea like youâre seeing his face in the satin petals of the flowers in your hand.
âHaving fun?â you ask Max over the subtle crunch, crunch, crunch of grass and leaves and twigs beneath your feet.Â
The redheadâs eyes widen at the suddenness of your presence â or rather, how slow sheâd been to register it. Noticing her languishing stride, she puts more pep in her step.Â
âTons,â she huffs.
You become a silent observer of Max Mayfield for a moment. You blink at the girl beside you â with pretty red plaits down her back and pale shoulders peeking from her tank top â and try to make sense of her. Itâs an impossible task.
âI canât tell if youâre being sarcastic or not,â you confess with a quiet laugh.
âIâm not,â she affirms with her own scoffed-out chuckle. She tucks a rouge wisp of amber hair behind her ear and averts her gaze to her beat-up sneakers. âItâs⌠actually been kinda fun so far.â
With a blooming feeling of relief and slight accomplishment, you nod in response. âGood.â
âI just wish the boys werenât here, though,â she admits with a distant girlishness, kicking a rock with the tip of her shoe. It clunk, clunk, clunks down the hill. She screws her freckled face. âTheyâre making it all⌠weird.â
âWeird how?â you press gently.Â
You donât want to push her so hard she closes up again, but you donât want to stay so quiet she thinks you donât care. Itâs tricky work, getting close to Max Mayfield â like digging through a brick wall with a plastic spoon.
âWeird as in⌠I donât knowâ theyâre making it something itâs not supposed to be, you know? Like, Dustin is cool, but thatâs because his girlfriend just dumped him and everything,â the girl rambles with a shrug. She lifts her arm to duck beneath a low-hanging branch, scraping her calloused palm against the wood as she goes.Â
Youâll hear a low thud moments later when Robin smacks her forehead against it. Sheâd been too busy explaining how to tell the difference between poisonous and nonpoisonous mushrooms to Nancy and El â the former only half as enthused as the latter.
âEl and Mike are always sneaking off to suck face, and Steve and Eddie keep ogling at you like theyâve never seen a girl before, and Lucas wonât stop asking me if somethingâs wrong, andââ
âHeâs just trying to check up on you,â you interject gently, letting the wound-up girl take a much-needed breath.
âYeah, well, itâs annoying,â she grumbles like a thundering rain cloud. âIâm trying to forget my problems, not talk about them.â
And, honestly, you think she might be onto something. Teenage girls are basically tiny pessimistic philosophers â your problems donât exist if you donât look at them, she tells you in essence. The logic is cynically sound to an unhealthy degree. Itâs a poison apple youâve plucked from the tree and eaten whole once.
âYou gotta talk about them eventually, Max,â you tell her. Not because you have, but rather because you havenât, and youâve seen where thatâs gotten you.
Max stops in her tracks. She turns ninety degrees to glare at you â arms crossed over her chest, bushy brows quirked like the right side of her lips. She looks bitterly amused at your words.Â
You cower beneath her icy blue stare. You know youâve said the wrong thing.
âOh, yeah? Like youâre talking about them, too?â she sasses with all her practiced teenaged apathy.
You falter. âYeah, well⌠Donât do what I do, alright? Do what I say.â
Max scoffs. It sounds almost like genuine laughter in its curtness, as though it were truly sincere. She shakes her head with a cynical smile. âFace itâ weâre both hopelessâŚâ
Her words leave you stunned, as though sheâd pierced you with the poison tip of them. Thereâs an edge to them that cuts you and leaves you bleeding as she walks on without you. The wind brushes your exposed skin, a reminder that the world is still going even though it feels like itâs frozen still.Â
Robin and El walk by you a moment later. The former rubs her aching forehead over the brim of the cap on her head. The latter is elbow-deep in a drawstring bag looking for a bandaid to give her.Â
Nancy, either poetically or cruelly, is the one who notices the splintered ache you are.
She smiles with her pretty pink lips and blinks at you with her stone-blue eyes. Sheâs as pretty as she ever was â with her bare, sun-kissed face and oversized cardigan pushed up to her elbows. Itâs hard to admonish someone who looks as sweet as she does.Â
Her attention alone is enough to heal you, like a dog licking a weeping wound. You hate her as much as you worship her. The loathing feels religious.
âWho are those for?â she questions innocently, motioning to the flowers in the limp hand hanging at your side.
âOh, uh, theyâreâ theyâre for Eddie,â you sputter in a mumble, suddenly aflame with embarrassment. You turn your red-hot cheeks away from her and look at everything but the girl in front of you. âItâs⌠Itâs stupidâŚâ
âI donât think so. I think itâs sweet,â she disagrees, grinning so sincerely it scrunches the sloped bridge of her nose.
âI donât know, I just⌠I felt a little bad about leaving him behind, soâŚâ
âHe did look a little like a sad puppy when we left,â Nancy confesses in a soft giggle.
You roll your eyes despite the lovesick smile on your face. âHe always looks like that when he doesnât get his way.â
âHe really likes you. I can tell.â
Your heart lurches at her words.Â
âWhat the hell do you know about him?â is first fleeting thought that scorches your mind. âHe isnât yours. You donât get to know him.âÂ
The misplaced anger is raging crimson, vivid enough to taste. Or perhaps thatâs just the metallic tang of your blood as you bite your tongue.
Your rage is engraved into your bones at this point.Â
It isnât fair, not to either of you, so you swallow it down.
âYou think so?â you wonder instead.
âOh. Totally,â she scoffs like sheâs never been surer of anything in her life.Â
Her sneakers scuff against the rough terrain of Lake Lemon as she starts walking again, towards the sound of trickling water. You follow behind her on instinct and watch her angled profile flit to the blue sky above you. Gray clouds start to gather in the distance, concealed by the green of towering trees.Â
âThe way he looks at you⌠Itâs really sweet.â
âBet it makes you miss Jonathan, huh?â
âI always miss him,â she answers without missing a beat, though she seems so suddenly forlorn. âEven though I know Iâm not really supposed to.â
âWhat do you mean?â you press with pinched brows.
She tilts her head and looks at you beneath her lashes. âWe, um⌠We broke up, actually.â
âOh. Shit,â you stutter, surprising even yourself because you hadnât meant to say the words out loud. It makes you that much more embarrassed at yourself. âIâ Iâm sorry. I didnâtâ shit. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay. You didnât know,â Nancy assures kindly, giggling and bringing you at ease again. She smiles so softly, like she isnât hurt by it all â by what youâve said or what she left behind in Jonathan.Â
You squint at her with a question on your tongue. How can you seem so happy after having lost a piece of yourself? you want so desperately to ask. How has that not ruined you entirely?
She sighs, still with a reminiscent smile. âI havenât really⌠you know, talked about it, soâŚâ
âAre youâŚâ you start, but trail off again. Your head whips from her to the rocky trail you descend down, trying to keep focused without tripping over yourself in front of her. God knows youâve done that enough for a lifetime. âAre you okay?â
Nancy thinks on your words more than you expected her to. âUh, yeah. I think so. I meanâ I guess thatâs what this trip is about, you know? Trying to be okay again.â
You nod in response. You figure thatâs why you ultimately asked Max to tag along in the first place, and why her friends had decided to join â those heartbroken and otherwise.Â
âSorry about that, by the way,â Nancy follows quickly with wet eyes and pinched-together brows. Sheâs waiting for you to condemn her, though youâre not entirely sure why.
âFor⌠what?â
âYou know, not telling you I was coming and⌠everything.âÂ
You wonder if she truly does mean everything or if itâs just a figure of speech. Nancy has a world of things to say sorry to you for â she knows this, most barbarically so.
âSteve told me it was normally a him, you, and Robin thing. He said you wouldnât be upset about it or anything, but I feel like⌠I donât know⌠like Iâve intruded or something?â
âNo,â you assure almost instantly because you know what non-belonging feels like. You donât want it to eat away at her like it did you. âIâm glad youâre here.â
âYeah?â the girl presses with a twinkle in her eye.
âTotally.â
She exhales a sharp chuckle through her nose. Itâs almost a sigh of relief â like your words have removed a hulking weight from her bony chest. âI was so scared things were gonna beâŚâ
âWeird?â you finish for her when she trails off.
Her sheepish smile matches your own. She nods. âYeah.â
âThat was forever ago,â you shrug, repeating the words youâve been telling yourself for ages now. It made everything much easier to stomach. You found it much safer not to feel any of it at all â to keep the hurt from touching you entirely.
Nancy nods. Her words leave her mouth, soft like a song and kissed by sorrow. âI know, but⌠Things wereâŚâ
She doesnât finish her sentence. She doesnât have to.Â
You were there for all of it. Most of the bloodshed was yours in the end.
âYeah,â you huff so deeply it deflates your tightening chest.
âIt was all just bullshit, you know?â Nancy says, shaking her head like sheâs detested by the memory. âSteve shouldnât have done what he did, but⌠It wasnât like I was raring to stop him.â
âIt wasnât your job. You didnât know meâ you never had to⌠defend me or whatever.â
âI know, but⌠I think maybe I should have.â
The two of you stop in place and share a look of distant longing. Not the kind you often give Eddie â not the kind full of puppy love â but rather one of acute understanding.Â
She didnât know you, and you didnât know her. You thought it was better off that way. Her presence was so often forced against your will. Like Pavlovâs Dog, you knew she only ever came with your inevitable heartache. Steve drifted to her like she had her own gravitational pull. He only came back to you when she was gone.
Jaded by heartache, you learned to hate her. The wrath ate away at you accordingly. And here she was â all your anger in the flesh â extending an olive branch and trying to make you whole again.
âWhoaâŚâ you hear Robin croon lowly in the distance.Â
Your attention leaves the piercing moment and darts over to her. She stands between El and Max in front of a leaning willow. She parts the weeping leaves with the palm of her hand and marvels at something further in the juniper you canât see.Â
You give Nancy a tight-lipped smile that doesnât quite meet your eyes â too weighed down by the heavy moment â but it isnât any less sincere. You walk away from her and towards the three others. It takes her a moment or more to follow you.
Past the swaying willow is a shrouded cove. The clear water is kissed by streams of sunlight poking through the fluttering leaves. It possesses a hearty smell of rain and wet grass, the very breath of spring.Â
Itâs a corner of the world that feels so pure, so untouched by the rest of the world. You can hear words hidden in the rippling water â âSwim with me,â it calls to you. âLet me cleanse you. Let me save you.âÂ
âSweetâŚâ Max hums to herself, apathetic as ever, though utterly unable to tear her eyes from the sight before her.
El nods, similarly mesmerized. âYeah. Sweet.â
Robin turns to you, smirking all cool in her backwards cap and baggy jeans and thumped forehead. She bounces her brows and beams. âBet the boys havenât found anything this cool.â
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âHey, look!â Dustin shouts to the others, eyes squinted with the intensity of his grin. He holds up a shining red rock, made smooth from the water rolling over his feet. âIâm pretty sure itâs a gemstone! Like, a ruby or something!â
Heâs met with several unenthused gazes from the rest of the boys on shore.Â
Mike squints at him from where he sits next to Lucas in the sand, both of them equally mopey without their girls to bring them back to life. âYeah, Iâm pretty sure thatâs just a rock,â the raven-haired boy monotones.
Dustinâs smile washes away like the ebbing tide at his ankles. He looks back at the weighty thing in his hand and realizes that he doesnât actually know the difference. âOhâŚâ
âWhat do you think the girls are doing right now?â Lucas wonders aloud. He canât go more than five minutes without bringing them up, which Dustin has bitterly observed a number of times.Â
Heâs more worried about Max than anything, about her eagerness to get away from the boys â from him. He doesnât know what he couldâve done so wrong to make her pull away like she has. His chest aches with the uncertainty.
âTalking about us, probably,â Mike answers.
âThatâs a little sexist, Mike,â Dustin scolds as he walks back on shore, kicking up white sand behind him as he goes.
âWhat do you think theyâre doing then?â
âTalking about you,â the curly-haired boy retorts with narrowed eyes. ââCause youâre a dick.â
Mike squints an eye as he looks up at him, shielding his vision from the white sun. He flips the boy off with a pale, bony finger.
Eddie watches from a distance. He stands beside Steve in front of the bubbling white waves, though itâs not really by choice. Heâd much rather be standing next to you. He searches for you in the pearly waves and weeps because nothing compares to the real thing. Â
âWell, why donât we just find out?â he offers with a shrug and a lopsided grin.
âUh, because they said no boys allowed,â Steve answers like itâs obvious.
Eddie meets the boyâs furrowed brows with jettisoned ones hidden behind curly bangs. ââŚOkay?â
âAnd, I donât knowâ I kinda donât wanna get my face ripped off.â
âAnd what would poor Steve Harrington do without his pretty little face?â the wild-haired boy singsongs in response, face scrunched in feigned sympathy.
Steve squints. âYou know what? Please, leave. I encourage it, actually.â
Eddie grins wide and tilts his head to his shoulder. He blinks at the boy beside him with glittering chocolate eyes that match the frizzy curls billowing in the breeze. âBut then who would I annoy?â
âI donât know. Your girlfriend, maybe,â Steve responds in a monotone, grunting softly as he bends down to pick up a handful of rocks from shore. He flicks his wrist to skip them across the water. It becomes quickly apparent that heâs never done it before. Each pebble plops hopelessly into the salty sea. âAnyone but me, preferably.â
âBut you canât break up with me, so⌠thatâs an obvious bonus.â
âJesus ChristâŚâ Steve mumbles within an annoyed exhale. âYou are the most insufferable person on the planet, you know that, right?â
âTell me what happened with Billy, and Iâll leave,â Eddie challenges with narrowed eyes.
Itâs too good a proposition not to give any thought to. Steve thinks about it for a beat, then shakes his head and turns away. âYeah, no,â he concludes, skipping another rock that sinks to the bottom almost immediately.
âWhy?â
ââCause you annoying the shit outta me now is nothing compared to what Peachâll do if she finds out I told you.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
Steve shrugs. ââŚBe mad at me?â
Eddie scoffs and crosses his pale arms over his chest. âAnd that would just be⌠inconceivable, right?â
âI spent enough time pissing her off.â
âWhatâd you even do, anyway? Or is that another secret everyone seems to know but me?â
Steve shoots him another bitter side-eye. He tosses out another pebble. It bounces on the water once and then disappears beneath the surface. âI think these are questions for your girlfriend, Munson.â
âNo, these are questions for bros, Harrington,â Eddie jokes, shoving the boy on his shoulder. His touch is more aggressive than he realizes and it makes the disgruntled brunette stumble slightly to the side. âIsnât this the sort of things bros talk about?â
âOh, my godâŚâ Steve mutters to himself, shaking his head and wondering how he got here. What was supposed to be a trip with you and Robin has turned into him babysitting with Eddie fucking Munson.
âAm I not bro enough for you, Harrington?â
âThat word has lost all meaning nowââ
âCâmon, just tell me, man,â Eddie pleads with a newfound seriousness. âEvery time I almost get something outta her, she justâ she clams up, you know? I love her and everything, but fuckâ it feels like she only lets me know her so much. Itâs agony sometimes, dude.â
Steve doesnât mean to, but he melts.
Maybe itâs the foreign emotion heâs getting from the local freak, or maybe itâs the confession thatâs unknowingly slipped from his lips.Â
He sighs. Then shrugs. âIt was a long time ago. And I was a douchebag.â
Eddie snorts. âFigures.â
âDo you want me to tell you or not?â Steve bites.Â
Eddie curls his lips around his teeth, puts his mouth in a tight line, and stays silent.Â
The brunette boy continues. âI liked her and everything, but I also liked Nancy, you know? I really liked Nancy. I mean, Peach was a lotta fun, but Nanceâ she was the kinda girl you wanted to settle down with.â
Eddie feels his chest tighten, and the confessionâs only just started.Â
You were fun. The most fun heâs had in his life. Heâd kill to settle down with you, to have an entire future of fun. There was never any but with you â I love you, but itâd be a bad look to settle down with the town slut. Eddie wants all of you, the good and what everyone else has collectively decided is âbad.âÂ
He loves the sound of your laughter as much as he loves the sound of your moans.Â
He wants a lifetime full of both.
ââSo every time Nancy broke up with me, Iâd go back to Peach. And I wouldnât tell her about⌠about any of it. You know, that I still wanted to be with Nancy and everything. And thatâs⌠I think thatâs the worst part about it. âCause she thought there was a chance we would get together, you know? And I wanted her to think that, âcause I wanted her to always be there when I wasâ when I needed herâŚâ
Steve squints off into the blue â where the darker-colored water meets a lighter-colored sky. The white sun casts harsh shadows on his already chiseled features. His face scrunches into something sharper, whetted edges of held-back emotion.
âA part of me knew the only reason Peach stuck around was because she thought Iâd finally come to my senses and ask her out, you know? But I was⌠so far gone for Nancy back then itâs not even funny,â the boy confesses. He exhales a curt, cynical chuckle from his nose and shakes his head at himself.Â
âI knew I was gonna keep chasing after Nance, but I couldnât let Peach know that because I didnât wanna be... I donât know⌠alone, I guess? I needed someone to go to when my heart got broken., you know? But when I went back to Nancyâ over and over and over againâ itâs like⌠whereâd Peach go? Who didâ Who did she have to turn to, you know?â
Silence rolls in like the whispering breeze. It settles heavy like the gray rain clouds on the horizon.
Steve sighs like a strangling hand has finally let go of his throat. Like he can finally breathe again after saying all that out loud for the first time. Beside Eddie, the boy stands golden, grieving, and utterly changed. Steve towers over his old self in the memories he wishes he could get rid of and mourns the people he canât un-hurt.
And it fucking sucks.Â
What he did to you sucks. The person he used to be sucks. And it sucks that heâs changed too much to hate now. Where is Eddie supposed to put all the anger simmering in his chest and scratching at the back of his throat?
âAnd, yeah,â Steve suddenly concludes, flicking his wrist to toss another rock out to sea thatâll never see the light of day again. âThat went on for a while until she got with Hargrove, which was⌠a total fucking train wreck.â
Eddie doesnât know how to respond, so he just laughs â a short, sharp, and scoffing breath.Â
âWow,â he muses with his brows raised and hidden beneath his bangs. He shakes his head in complete and utter bemusement as he looks over at Steve, eyelids as heavy as the forced smile on his face. âYou guys are fucking assholes, you know that?â
Steve exhales sharply from his nose in place of a laugh. He shakes his head in agreement anyway. âBelieve it or notâ people can change, Munson.â
The wild-haired boy squints. âReally?â
âI did. Peach did,â he answers with a shrug, then averts his gaze entirely to mumble, âYou did, too, I guessâŚâ
The half-heartedly grumbled phrase feels almost like a compliment â more so when itâs spilling from the mouth of someone he used to hate but has grown to sort of tolerate on handpicked occasions.Â
Itâs great beauty, to grow and shift and become the person you were also meant to be. And what praise it is to be seen in your becoming.
From a brief distance, they hear a soft and relieved âFucking finally,â spill from Dustinâs mouth.
Eddie turns and finds you coming down from the trail. Well, you and the rest of the girls you ditched him for, but all he can really see is you.Â
Heâd missed you in a way he knows he shouldnât have. Not just because you were only gone for one measly hour, but because that one measly hour ate away at him as though it were eons.Â
He knows he shouldnât miss you so hard, but sometimes the absence feels strangely fulfilling. Itâs a reminder that youâre real and not some dream he made up in his head. A reminder that heâll meet you again because youâll always come back to him.
âHave fun?â you ask when heâs close enough to hear you. Youâve got one eye squinted to shield from the sun and also to conceal the beam threatening to take over your features.
âOh. Tons,â Eddie scoffs in a deadpan. âDidnât even miss you.â
âNo?â
âNot even a little bit.â
âWell, I didnât miss you either,â you confess in a similar lilt and with a similar grin that drips with honeyed adoration. ââS why I spent the whole time picking these flowers for you.â
You shrug and hold out your left hand, where a bushel of tiny flowers rests softly against the edge of your palm. Itâs a mixture of vivid colors â of greens, blues, purples, and yellows. Theyâre wild and beautiful and drenched in sun. A whole lot like the love he has for you.
The dull ache of his broken heart sears with warmth when you put it back together again.
Eddieâs toes dig into the sand as he fills the short distance between you. He curls his fingers around your elbows, takes you in his arms, and feels whole again. With a rosy smile and sparkling chocolate eyes, he groans, âOh, god, I hate you so muchâŚâ
Your cheeks hurt with how large your grin has grown, with how hard you try to hide it. Itâs not nearly as painful as the adoration burning wildfires behind your ribcage. âI hate you more, Eddie Spaghetti.â
Thereâs no need to admit youâre only joking.
The words are so obviously playful.Â
And both of you know what they really mean, anyway.
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The heavenly cadence of spring rain sings a wild song on the old tin roof.
It began first as a few gentle taps, a sparse sprinkle that tricks your brain into thinking itâs not really there at all. Then the greying clouds gave way to darker, more ponderous ones. The soft drizzle became a roaring rain that fell all together, all at once.
A foggy grey covers the cabin and lulls its inhabitants to sleep. Swim-tired, sunkissed, and energy-spent â you all return to a sweeter sort of peace. The sudden exhaustion feels like rose petals. Itâs gentle, pure, and liquid smooth.Â
Robin clocks out first, and in record time. She stomps in from outside, terribly sunburnt and complaining relentlessly â before and after a cold shower. She shoves a burger in her face and passes out on the couch soon after.
Steve makes fun of her for it, but he goes right after her. He lays opposite her on the small couch, both of them fighting for room, even in their sleep.
Nancy went a lot more quietly, and only after the millionth time you assured her that she was more than welcome to take the bed. âItâs not like Robin has any plans of sleeping upstairs right now,â you joked, nodding your head over to the brunette girl who had her chin tilted backward and her mouth wide open.
You canât be entirely sure what the kids are up to now, but theyâve all returned to the bunk room. Itâs quiet, but not suspiciously so. You figure theyâre all either sleeping or fighting it, so you decide to give them privacy while you sit alone in the kitchen â waiting for Eddieâs shower to end and for Hopper to get off the phone with you.
âHaving fun?â the man wonders politely.
âMm-hmm,â you hum in response, cheek propped lazily against your fist as you lean over the granite countertop. Youâre too heavy with fatigue to do anything else. Your legs are sore and your skin is sun-drenched. Slumber all but sings your name like a siren out at sea.
âWhat about El? She doing okay?â
âYep.â
âYouâre watching her and Mike, right? Youâre not letting them go off alone?â
âYes, Hopper,â you singsong in an impatient-sounding sigh.
The man huffs out a laugh that crackles from the other line. âYou sound like you donât wanna talk to me, teacup.â
âIâm sorry. âM just tired. Running after kids all day is exhausting,â you confess in a series of barely intelligible mumbles.
âExactly. Thatâs why you wear protectionââ
âHopper!â
âIâm just saying!â Jim defends between a bout of gruff laughter. âI donât want you coming back from this trip and having a mini-Munson nine months later, alright? Thatâs all Iâm saying.â
You have a hard time placing his intention â if heâs truly being protective or if heâs just making fun of you. Heâs more than aware of Eddieâs secret, after all, so you coming home with a mini-Munson is virtually impossible. But, then again, no-parents-empty-cabin surely has its own lewd history.
You figure itâs a healthy mixture of both, and decide to take the piss out of him, too.
âOh, trust me, lurch. Thereâs gonna be a million mini-Munsons when I get back. What do you think Iâve been doing all this time, huh?â you argue with squinted eyes and a sudden fire behind your sunkissed lassitude. âPlease ignore the sounds of moaning and squeaking, by the way.â
A beat of utter silence passes.Â
The other line is perfectly mute. You canât even hear his breathing.
ââŚThatâs not funny,â Hopper grouses in a monotone.
âIâm not laughing,â you retort, giggling anyway. You couldnât hide them if you tried. Fuck, you miss annoying this man in person.Â
You collect yourself with a sigh and continue. âBelieve it or not, Iâm perfectly abstinent, okay? Iâm not some kinda fiend that⌠You know whatâ I donât want to talk about this with you, actually.â
Hopper exhales a sigh of relief when you cut yourself off. âGood. I checked out of this conversation about a minute ago.â
âIâm good. Elâs good. Everyoneâs currently sleeping, so⌠Thanks for checking in, lurch.â
âRemind me to ask for Harrington next time I call.â
âWill do.â
You hang up the phone with a smile and a plan to trek upstairs and tell Eddie all about it. Youâll sit on the bathroom counter and laugh about it with him while he finishes up his shower. Youâll leave out the million Munsons part, of course, because you donât want him to think youâre a total weirdo.
Eddie finds you first.
âMini Munsons, huh?â you hear the boy chuckle behind you.
Your heart lurches against your ribcage at his sudden arrival. You spin around to face him, features wide and gaping as you figure out how to worm your way out of this one. âI wasâ I was just kidding. Hopper was being annoying, you know? So I was⌠I was just fucking around with himâŚâ
Eddie meets your wild-eyed shock with a much cooler, pink smile. Itâs lopsided and wide and beautiful. Leaning against the wall, he bounces his shoulder and juts out his lip. âWell, I know thatâs your favorite pastime, so⌠I guess I wonât hold it against you.â
You know heâs joking, but you exhale the breath you were holding in relief anyway. âThank youâŚâ
He walks the short distance to meet you. His bare feet pad against the kitchen tile until heâs close enough to wrap you in his arms. He carries the smell of your body wash with him â a warm, floral, and sweet scent. His hair is damp and pulled back out of his face, dripping onto the neck of his t-shirt.
His palms are wide and lotion-soft as they smooth up your forearms. âUh⌠Everyoneâs asleep now, I think, so⌠You wanna go talk?â
He looks at you so sweet, youâre almost certain itâs code for something. Not sex, maybe, but something almost as gratifying. Itâs Eddie â he kisses you stupid like he was made to do it. Youâre more than happy to make out like teenagers until the rest of the cabin starts to stir again.
âSure, I do,â you answer with a shrug, trying to keep an air of nonchalance about you even though youâre beaming up at him like schoolgirl â some innocent being thatâs never been hurt before.
You let him lead you up the spiral staircase with that same giddy grin. You barely let him shut the door behind you before youâre pushing him against it.Â
You hear him gasp quietly when your arms wrap suddenly around his neck. Heâs tense when your body presses against his, like hugging a mountainâs edge. It takes him a moment or more to respond when you start kissing the breath from his lungs.
He finally relaxes with a soft exhale that fans against your cupidâs bow. His idling hands settle over your hips, fingers threatening to crawl beneath your cropped shirt when it rises to reveal a sliver of your skin. Youâd kill for him to touch you further, but his touch stays perfectly still. Youâre just glad heâs holding you at all.
He tastes like nicotine, soda, and summertime â clean, boyish, and nostalgic. Your tongue swipes gently over his plush bottom lip for more. You expect him to open up further for you, to let you explore the mouth you already know like the back of your hand. Youâre heartbroken when he pulls away from you entirely, missing him the second heâs gone.
Eddieâs grieving in a similar way. Itâs hard for him to part from you when you kiss him like no person on earth has ever been kissed.
He breathes out a soft laugh as he peers down at you. He grins crookedly with his freshly swollen lips. âNot that Iâm not enjoying this or anything, sweetheart, but when I said talk, I really did mean talkâŚâ
Your blood runs red-hot. âOhâŚâ you sigh like an idiot because you canât think of anything else to say. You feel like a total fool â spent ages denying the slut stereotype just to jump someoneâs bones the second you got them alone. Maybe they were right about you.
Eddie sees you second-guessing everything, watches you form a long-winded apology inside your head. He follows up quickly to quell your worry. âNo, itâs okayâ itâs kinda my bad, actually. I guess I shouldâve clarified.â
You muster a trembling smile when you step back from him. Youâre cold the second heâs gone. You have to fight back the shiver that crawls up your spine. âWell, you did say talk, soâŚâ
âYeah, but how often do I say things I actually mean?â
âSometimes,â you answer sheepishly, gazing at him from beneath your lashes in a sincere response to his half-joke. âI hopeâŚâ
I hope you meant it when you said you liked me, is what youâre really trying to say. I hope you meant all the nice things youâve said about me, âcause I donât think I could handle them never being real.
He seems to hear everything you donât say.Â
His rosy lips tug into a slow smile as he tilts his head to his shoulder. âWell⌠maybe when it comes to you, sweetheart.â
Your girlish smile returns to you â wide, innocent, unhurt. You like feeling this special. You like Eddie belonging to you in a way he doesnât to anybody else. Itâs a primal sort of possession, a borderline unhealthy one for someone who loves like itâs breathing.
âWhat did you wanna talk about then?â you wonder, then scrunch your nose with a distant wariness. âIt kinda seems serious now.â
âNo,â Eddie scoffs, walking away from you and towards the bed. âNot serious.â
The mattress squeaks under his weight when he flops down onto it. You want to scold him for being so rough with an obviously aged thing that doesnât belong to him. Youâre already gravitating towards him with an unrealized smile on your face.Â
You sit down beside him, far more gently than he had. You settle on top of the fluffy comforter and curl your legs behind you. Eddie lays on his side, propping his head up with one hand and using the other to trace the faded scars and beauty marks on your thigh.Â
His finger trails absentmindedly over your skin in a featherlight touch. Chills erupt over your skin, and he smiles to himself. Youâre still learning how to be touched so delicately.
âSpit it out, Eds. The tensionâs killing me,â you laugh with words youâll regret a second later.
âI donât know⌠I justâ I wanted to ask why you never told me about Steve,â the boy says with a nonchalant shrug, like the words donât suck all the breath from your lungs. Heâs too busy watching his finger dance across your skin to see the shock flood your features. âLike, I knew you guys hadâ a thing or whatever. But I didnât know⌠you know, the rest of it.â
Despite being unable to breathe, you try to muster a laugh. âThis sounds like a pretty serious topic, Eds.â
His wide-eyed gaze matches your own. His stare darts upward to meet yours. The chocolate of his irises are full with brooding. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. Actually, he spent his entire showering thinking of ways to bring this up that would be the least painful for the both of you. But in true Eddie Munson fashion, he canât ever say the right thing.
âNo! No, itâ it doesnât have to be. I was just⌠It was just a question, you know?â he sputters hopelessly. He glances away and mumbles to himself, âA really dumb, stupid questionâŚâ
Despite the overwhelming urge to find the deepest, darkest hole and hide there, you canât tear your eyes away from the boy in front of you. Youâre not really looking at him, though, much too deep in your own head about the whole thing.Â
You canât stop thinking about what he mustâve heard â how he felt when he heard it. Did he think of you differently? Even for a fraction of a second, was he embarrassed at the very thought of you?
âAre you saying that⌠Steve told you about⌠all of it?â you ask slowly, terrified of the answer.
âUh, yeahâŚâ Eddie hesitates, equally as apprehensive. âHonestly, I think we were going a little insane with the girls aroundâŚâ
He exhales sharply through his nose in place of a laugh and flashes a smile that doesnât quite reach his eyes. It ebbs away a moment later.
âWhy would he do that?â you wonder with wide, wet eyes. The question is more for yourself than anything. You canât begin to understand why Steve wouldâve opened up about such a thing â to Eddie, of all people. Your Eddie.
âI asked him about Billyââ
âWhat do you know about Billy?â
âWell, he brought it up, butââ
âSo you spent the entire time talking about me?â The laugh that spills from your mouth is bitter, cruel.Â
Eddie, whoâs never known you to be either, chuckles emotionlessly back. âWell⌠No. It justâ It just came up, I guess.â
You smile despite the emotion swimming in your glassy eyes. It makes the boy cower inside himself, unsure which contrasting reaction to pay the most attention to. âMy relationship with Steve and Billy just⌠came up?â
âYeah. Itâs not a big deal, babeââ
âItâs not a big deal because they werenât your exes,â you bite like a snarling dog. âIf I spent the entire time talking about you, you wouldnât be too happy about it either, would you?â Â
Eddieâs eyes narrow in a challenging squint. âI didnât come up? Not one time?â
âYes!â you exclaim. The volume of your answer and its blurted sincerity take him by surprise. You wave your hands wildly as you ramble. âI told Nancy that I missed you and that I couldnât wait to see you and give you a bunch of stupid flowersââ
You motion to the makeshift bouquet sitting on the nightstand. They idle in a clear shot glass Eddie found in one of the cabinets. He couldnât stand not giving them a home.
ââWhile you were off with Steve, talking about everyone thatâs fucked me over!â
Your rage is as wild as it is brutal. Youâre painted red from the slaughter youâve been forced through. Itâs given you claws and teeth accordingly.Â
Like a stray dog that bites the gentle hand trying to feed it, youâve been so obviously mistreated. Eddie knew that before he knew you â âcause heâs got eyes, as well as a bleeding heart. Someone didnât love you the way you deserved to be loved, and now the memory turns you cruel.
âIt wasnât like that, okay?â Eddie presses with an urgency you can feel on his hand curling intently around your calf. His fingers tremble with sincerity. His dark eyes swim with it, too. âI justâ I wanted to learn more about you because you never tell me anything!â
âYes, I do!â you scoff.
âThen why do you never talk about Billy?â
âWhy do you care so much about Billy?â you cry with a broad, disbelieving smile. âWhy do I need to talk about him? He doesnât even matterâ he doesnât even exist anymore!â
âBecause something obviously happened! And if that thing is bothering you, I wanna be able to make it better!â
âThatâs what therapists are for, Eddie. Not boyfriends.â
âYeah, not any that you ever had,â he scoffs to himself before he can stop it.Â
You tense beneath his hand. He deflates with a sigh â squeezing his eyes shut and asking himself how the hell he manages to make the bad shit that much worse.Â
âSorry. Iâmâ Iâm sorry. I didnât⌠I didnât bring any of this up to hurt your feelings, alright? I just wanted toâ I donât knowâ I just wanted to talk about it, okay? Thatâs all.â
You can tell heâs being sincere. That he really did just want to talk about it, and that he really is worried about you, and that he really does want to make it all better. He wears it all over his face. His features are soft and blurred and utterly genuine.
You havenât yet softened your sharp, whetted edges. âYou said we didnât have to. That this trip was supposed to be fun.â
He flinches at the way you spit the words at him. Theyâre coated in vinegar, venom. It sinks into his skin and maims him accordingly. His bushy brows furrow, the corners of his mouth turn downward, and his eyes go glassy â a sad puppy indeed.
âYouâre not having fun?â he wonders in a wounded whisper.
His hurt becomes your own. It only makes your anger tower mountains over you. âNot anymore,â you answer lowly and through a tense jaw.
Eddieâs spent a lifetime screwing things up. Heâs spent a lifetime apologizing for them, too. This one aches worse than all the others combined. âIâm sorryâŚâ he mutters quietly.
Youâve never seen him this somber. This sad.
The broken look of your loverâs heartache cracks the hardened porcelain youâre made of. You let out the breath you were holding in a trembling, heavy sigh. âNo, donâtâ Donât apologize.â
âI feel like I shouldnât have brought it upâŚâ he confesses with his gaze cast downward.
You bring a hand to the one idling on your leg. You rest your soft palm over his bony knuckles. Your touch is much warmer than the iceberg you were just minutes ago.Â
âItâs okay. You were just curious. I shouldnât have blown up the way I did,â you concede. The softness heâs more familiar with finally returns to you. The corner of your lip quirks into a wavering half-smile as you joke, âBut if you want the entire list of guys that have fucked me over, itâs a reallyâ itâs really fucking long one.â
You laugh quietly at your joke.Â
But Eddie knows itâs not really a joke, so he stays unsmiling.
His touch is still soft, though. He takes to rubbing your calf again â a slow and measured up and down â a reminder that heâs still in your corner. âWell, you can tell me about it when youâre ready.â
âWhat if Iâm not?â you wonder, hesitant and testing the waters. âLike⌠What if I donât want you to know all that stuff?â
Eddieâs gaze flits away from yours as he ponders the question. He purses his lips to the side and nods to himself, visibly deep in thought. âThen Iâm good with not knowing,â he answers after a few, long moments.
âAre you?â
Again, he thinks.
âNot really. No,â he responds, still as honest as heâs always been with you. He grins lopsidedly and bounces his shoulder. âBut if it means I get to keep you, then⌠Yeah.â
You exhale a breathy laugh at his words.
Eddieâs wavering smile breaks out in a sheepish beam at the sight of your more genuine grin.Â
âCan I have a kiss?â he whispers to you, as innocent and mousy as a child.
Your hand gives his a reassuring squeeze. âYou never have to ask, EdsâŚâ you remind him.
You lean down to press your mouth against his. He tilts his chin to meet you halfway. Itâs chaste and lingering â a delicate peck that expresses all the swirling emotions neither of you could name if you tried.Â
âThere isnât anything about you that I wouldnât want to know,â Eddie confesses after heâs pulled away from you. The breath of his words fan across your cheek, heâs still so close to you. His deep galaxy eyes dance between both of yours. âYou know that, right?â
A smile tugs slow at your mouth. âNow, I do,â you nod in return, even though youâre not sure if you believe him.Â
He only says that because he doesnât know you â the deep, dark you that you try to keep hidden from yourself and the rest of the world. Heâd learn everything youâve been through, everything youâve done, and heâd hate you. He wouldnât be able to look at you the same.
You canât stand the thought of Eddie looking at you the way the rest of Hawkins does â with eyes squinted and twinkling with an admiral sort of disgust. So youâd rather him not know any of it at all.
Silence dances into the room as effortlessly as a spring breeze. The rainâs offbeat cadence taps hard against the sliding glass door across the room. You have the sudden urge to walk outside and stand it. You think itâd be easier to drown in the warm deluge than in your own thoughts.
Eddieâs rosy mouth turns slightly upward. Yours does, too, in anticipation of what heâs about to tell you.
âWanna fool around?â he wonders, if only to brighten the heavy grey mood.
The sound of your laughter is sunshine â a metaphor heâs been trying to write for years. âYou canât just say that every time weâre alone, Eds!â
âWhy not?â he challenges just to tease you.
âBecause you know we canât,â you answer with a soft sort of sternness about you. Your eyes are firm with sincerity, though they sparkle with mischief.
âWeâve been here almost two days, and I havenât got one whiff of Jason Voorhees, babe.â
âThatâs not what I mean,â you mutter, then whisper more quietly. âThereâs people downstairs.â
âWell, you can be quietâŚâ Eddie lilts, grin lopsided and pink as he rises off the mattress to lean closer to you. His breath fans across your chin, coated with nicotine and something sugary. He tilts his wild head to the side and raises his brows in question. âCanât you?â
âIâm not sure that you can, Eds.â
âDonât worry about me,â the boy assures, voice low and suddenly serious.
His warm palm travels up your calf, smoothing over your knee and curling around the side of your thigh. His touch is almost as all-consuming as his stare â deep chocolate brown, as infinite as a galaxy. You fall into them accordingly. You couldnât deny him if you wanted to.
You try, anyway.
âEddieâŚâ you start, a warning that trails off when he squeezes the buzzing skin of your outer thigh.
âLay down,â he urges. Itâs too soft to be a genuine command. It gives him ample opportunity to turn it all into a joke on the off chance you reject him completely.
You donât. You couldnât.
You find yourself slithering past him and closer to the headboard before you realize youâre doing it. Itâs like youâre made of magic, totally under whatever spell heâs unknowingly cast upon you. Your headâs swimming with his sorcery as you lie back on the pillows.Â
Eddie follows you, resting his body above yours. Itâs a comfortable sort of weight, heavenly even. He props himself up on his forearms so he isnât crushing you completely, though you wouldnât complain if he did.Â
You want him to ruin you, and then you want to thank him for it.
The untrimmed edges of his curls hang down over his face. They tickle your jaw when he kisses you with the ardency of someone who wants to swallow you whole. His tongue swipes against yours, slow and more aggressive than either of you expect. He sucks on your swelling bottom lip right after.
The gray world around you explodes with a burst of a thousand colors. You canât see any of them because the inner workings of your mind have been stripped away and replaced totally with Eddie. His nose nudging against yours. The taste of his mouth. The texture of his tongue. The warmth of his breath. His hand traveling down down down your body.
His palm starts at your cheek, cupping sweetly at your jaw so he can open your mouth wider for him. Then his touch trails down to your neck, taking a brief pitstop to feel the rapid thrum of your racing pulse, before falling to your chest.
You think he must be able to feel your pounding heart through your t-shirt when he cups your breast. His thumb swipes over your hardened nipple in time with his tongue diving deep into your mouth. You feel his lips curl into a smile when the combined efforts make you shiver.
His fingers smooth over your ribcage, then your stomach, and then your hips.Â
Itâs a touch featherlight, yet steady and earnest at the same time. His hand creeps slowly over the thin fabric of your shorts and settles between the warmth radiating between your thighs. He cups you gently through your clothes and kisses the breath from your lungs. Itâs like heâs trying to kill you.
You buck your hips slightly upward in a silent plea for more.Â
The boy above you has the nerve to pull away from you to ask, âThis okay?âÂ
His hair is mussed from where your fingers had entwined so intensely in his chestnut strands. His lips are rosy and swollen and wild. You get lost looking at him.Â
With dazed eyes trained on the pink mouth you so desperately want to kiss again, you nod like an enthusiastic child.
âCan I do more?â Eddie wonders through heavy breaths.
âPlease,â you hear yourself say, right before your hips cant against the subtle weight of his palm.
You watch with wide, unblinking eyes as Eddie brings his hand to his mouth. His pink tongue darts out to lick the pads of his middle and forefinger, leaving them glistening as he slithers them into your shorts.Â
His efforts to be easy with you are appreciated but virtually unnecessary. Youâre as slippery as satin for him, drooling in anticipation for him to make you feel good.Â
He slides two fingers into your trembling pussy with little effort. The fatty edge of his palm settles over your swelling clit. Your head tilts back against the pillow while you exhale a pretty moan.
With your eyes fluttered shut, you donât see the crooked grin tugging slow at Eddieâs mouth. âShhâŚâ he shushes, only half playful, before engulfing your mouth again and swallowing each of your gentle cries.Â
Heâs moaning with you, though, at the soft squelch your pussy makes when his fingers sink to the knuckle inside you. You feel the smooth metal of his rings on the outside of your cunt and the inside of your thighs.
And fuck, youâre so pretty for him â always so pretty for him â that it makes him forget about the ache of his stiffening cock. His yearning for you throbs like a heartbeat. He wants so desperately to fuck you, to really fuck you until heâs got you gushing all over his lap. But he figures he can settle for this for now.Â
But the way youâre moaning for him just now? It doesnât really feel like settling.
âYouâre so pretty,â he hums lowly, almost to himself. âHave I told you that?â
He has. Plenty of times within the few months heâs been able to do that without it being too weird. It feels like the first time heâs ever said it to you, anyway.
A breathy moan spills lightly from your lips, like a spring breeze coated in sunshine. Itâs the total opposite of the storm swirling outside the bedroom.Â
Your cunt involuntarily squeezes his fingers at the compliment â walls sticky, hot, and pulsing. You all but melt around the two digits he presses inside you.
He figures you must like the praise, which is great âcause praising you is the easiest thing on the planet.Â
âYou have such a pretty pussy, too,â he confesses in a gritty whisper.
You moan for him again, a muffled cry stuck in your throat.
âFeels so warm around my fingers⌠And youâre so tight, babyâ I donât know how Iâm gonna fit my cock in youââ
His words are as sinful as they are vivid.Â
Behind your shut eyes, you can see the vision of him on top of you. You can feel his sweaty body sticking to yours like glue â similar to the honey you leak for him while he fucks you.Â
If you try hard enough, you can almost replace his fingers for his cock. You know itâs nowhere near as pleasurable as the real thing, though.
The thought of him fucking you â making love to you â has you whining and writhing beneath him. Your hips jut upward, looking for pleasure and running away from it all at once. His fingers squelch as they push in and in and in. You drool impossibly more for him, drenching his fingers and his rings and the cotton sheets below you.
âYou could take it though, right?â the boy above you wonders, swollen lips quirked in a heavy half-smile. âYouâd take whatever I give you, wouldnât you, sweetheart?â
You hardly recognize him now. Not because heâs teasing you â because youâve gotten more than used to that â but because heâs so damn confident.Â
He talks to you with the finesse of a guy whoâs done this a thousand times, to a thousand different girls. Youâre the first, and you know this, but heâs ruining you like he created you.
You nod with a satin sigh.
The silent admission makes Eddieâs head spin.Â
He shouldnât have you in the first place, the metalhead freak he is, yet heâs got two fingers inside you and your permission to go further. And he wants to â god, he wants to â but heâs scared itâll drive him crazy.Â
Crazier than he already is for you, if thatâs possible.
âGet on your side for me, yeah?â he whispers to you, surprising himself with his newfound dominance.
Youâre too far gone to do anything but obey him.Â
You maneuver onto your side like he asked, feeling like your bones are made of melted honey. Eddie follows you. He keeps his fingers nestled deep inside your thrumming heat as he curls in behind you.Â
His stiff, aching cock is hard and heavy against your clothed ass. Despite the layers of clothes separating you, his warmth presses so intently against you. You clench around him at the feeling â tighter when his fingers begin to crook inside you. You tilt your head back and moan, rutting further back against him.
Eddie smushes his nose into your hair and hums a moan in his throat. His heavy exhale fans against the shell of your ear. He keeps working you open with his fingers, a slow and measured rhythm he maintains with the thrusts of his hips.
Heâs terribly sensitive, almost embarrassingly so. You drive him too wild for anything else. Even like this, without being inside you and with his clothes still on, he feels like he might explode.
Youâre much of the same. The pad of his thumb rubs mercilessly at your swollen clit as his fingers coax you towards a head-spinning orgasm. The overwhelming pleasure crawls up your throat, strikes you like lightning, and swirls in the pit of your stomach. You couldnât run from it if you tried.
It doesnât stop you from canting your hips back and forth â a feeble attempt to cope with the overwhelming pleasure Eddie gives you with nothing but his hand. With his pale arm caging your side and his lean body behind you, curling and melting with yours, you can only get so far.Â
All you can do is take it.
Eddie whimpers delicately in your ear as he humps your ass. He babbles in faint whines â things you donât think he realizes heâs saying.Â
âYouâre so hot, baby,â he slurs heavily, swollen mouth tracing the shell of your ear. âSo soft, too... Fuck... Keep grinding back on me like thatâ shit, yeah, just like that. âS gonna make me come in my fucking pants, baby.â
If you werenât drowning in the void of your own pleasure, you mightâve asked him to come. No, begged him to. âIt wouldnât be the first time,â you wouldâve assured him, only slightly teasing. But you donât do any of that because his fingers are shoved so far into you that you can feel them in your throat.Â
Or maybe thatâs just your impending climax choking you.Â
You couldnât form an intelligible sentence if you wanted to, either way.Â
Instead, you roll your hips back against his cock and act like heâs fucking you for real. The idea of it alone sends you catapulting into an orgasm. Youâre so far gone for him â for the freak of Hawkins â you let him ruin you while you fall for him like the rain pounding at your window.Â
Effortlessly, unapologetically, and over and over and over again.
Eddie dampens his boxers in the same way you drench his fingers. His twitching cock drools for you, more and more as he nears his peak. He hasnât felt anything as gratifying as grinding against you like this. Heâs bound to be a fucking goner the second heâs caught inside your snug pussy.Â
âCan feel you trembling for me, you know?â he continues to ramble, only half-aware of the sin spilling from his rosy lips. His thumb presses against the fleshy hood of your clit. Heâs barely moving it, but the pressure alone has you buzzing. âYouâre gonna cum so hard for me, arenât you? Gonna make a mess all over my hand?â
You bite back a cry â quite literally, with your teeth caging your bottom teeth â and lean your head back to bear your throat. You throw a hand back in search of Eddie. Your fingers twist in the mussed curls at the crown of his head.
âMm, Eddieââ you call in a muffled cry, overwhelmed and half-frightened by how good heâs making you feel. By how hard youâre about to cum for him.
âI know, baby. I know,â he coos sympathetically to you, crooking his fingers in time with his grinds against the plush of your ass. His cock starts to ache all over again, this time with hunger.Â
Through a breaking voice, he begs. âGo on and cum for me, yeah? Let me make you feel good, baby. Cum all over my fingers, babyâ I need it⌠I fucking need it. Iâm so fucking closeââ
You bury your face in the pillow when you cum, crying his name into the cushion for only the two of you to hear. You tense, thighs shaking and toes curling, as you gush around his fingers â like the pouring rain outside.Â
You drip mercilessly for him, a slippery mess between your thighs you know you should be ashamed of. You mightâve been, if it were anybody else.
Eddie stills behind you, though his fingers remain relentless. He coaxes you completely through your orgasm just as heâs reaching his own. His moans come out in gasps â choppy, sharp breaths through a swollen mouth. His aching cock spits in the confines of his boxers, several warm loads that cool too quickly.Â
He trembles through his high, trying to trek through its entirety but growing so suddenly sensitive.Â
You let him work you through yours. His fingers, now wrinkled at the pads, are frozen inside you while his thumb circles softly at your delicate clit. You twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your hand leaves his hair to grab his wrist, a silent plea that you canât take anything more.
And the two of you just lie there, for several long moments â sticky, blissed-out, and so intently pressed together. You let the heavy moment of your ebbing orgasms linger. You decompose together in the heavy honey of pleasure.
Itâs all so messy, but then again, everything seems to be.Â
His hair, his fingers, his boxers.Â
Your thighs, your bed, your heart.Â
Words. Life. Love.
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Devil Horns & Mary Jane
Virgin!Eddie X Reader
(a/n hiiiii long time no see! Its been awhile but i am so glad to be back and bee bopping around brain rot city with @lofaewrites ! boy have i been cooking up some stuff in the kitchen for you guys! hereâs my attempt at willing summer away, i mean it's practically halloween, right?)
âFor the last time I am not driving you to some haunted woods all the way in bum-fuck Indiana,â Eddie shouts, settling in on the couch with a bowl of popcorn.Â
âEddie, please,â Dustin begs, plopping down beside him, grabbing onto Eddieâs shoulder and shaking it.Â
âYeah, please Eddie. You promised you would take us to a haunted house this year!â Mike chimes in, pleading eyes looking down at Eddie.Â
âI promised I would take you but Iâm not taking you tonight, I have plans,â he motions to the TV in front of him, some horror film playing at a low volume.Â
âNow shoo-'' Dustin's hand comes to shush Eddie, pointer finger smushed to Eddieâs pink lips.Â
âIâll tell them about what's under--'' It's Eddieâs turn to shush Dustin, his whole hand quick to cover Dustinâs mouth.
âEnough of that. Alright kids, load up,â Dusting snickers as he follows Eddie and his friends out of the trailer.Â
The kids all pile in his van, Dustin settling in the front seat. Eddieâs hand smacks his as he attempts to change the radio, turning it back to his usual rock station.
The drive takes them out of town to a more rural area, the haunted woods and corn maze stretching for several acres. Eddie parks the Van, boots crunching in gravel as he steps out of the vehicle. He stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket, withdrawing a pack of camels. He lights one, taking several drags before stopping under a tree.Â
âIâll be waiting here for you guys,â he sends the group a salute as he leans up against the trunk.Â
âNope, youâre coming,â Max states bluntly, walking towards him and plucking the cigarette from his pursed lips before stomping on it.Â
âOof, alright,â Eddie raises his eyebrows before begrudgingly following the group toward the entrance of the haunted woods.Â
âBeware!!â A badly dressed clown screams on Eddieâs right, causing Dustin to jump.Â
âOh this is going to be so epic,â Dustin says as he bumps into Eddie. He shrugs him off and straightens out his shoulders.Â
The group pushes its way through a badly shredded sheet that is covered in fake blood, Eddie chuckles nervously to himself before entering through the âGates of Hellâ.
They walk for a bit through the woods, witches and zombies popping out periodically to try and get a rise out of the group. Eddie usually sees it coming, but still jumping at the inevitable scare.Â
They make it to a small cabin in the middle of the woods, glass windows broken, Cobwebs stretching across the porch, the whole nine yards. Eddie ducks into the small doorway, being the first of his group to make the journey inside. He feels it out once he is in, the strobing lights making his head spin as he tries to make his way forward.Â
Dustin follows in shortly after, putting his hand on Eddieâs shoulder, causing Eddie to jump. He shakes his head, hair tossing back in Dustinâs face. The group trudges forward, making it halfway through the house with no scares. Eddie is pretty sure the house is vacant of haunt employees. He begins to relax, shrugging Dustinâs hands off his shoulders as he makes his way through the house.Â
He makes it to the bathroom where a bathtub sits. He begins to notice bubbles forming in the tub, getting closer to investigate despite his judgment. When he is standing over the tub, something jumps out, right in Eddieâs face. Eddie is quick to squeal, hands taking position before punching in front of him at the mass that just emerged from the bathtub.Â
âFuck-ow ow ow,â he pulls his hand back, shaking it out before realizing what just happened.Â
He punched someone.Â
He punched an employee.Â
He rushes back to the tub, his hands coming to pull the workers mask off to reveal a doe eyed girl with the bloodiest of noses.Â
âShit shit shit. I am so sorry,â He grabs the bandana that is stuck in his back pocket and presses it to your nose.Â
You let yourself be held up by Eddie as he walks you through the rest of the house, your mind is so fuzzy youâre not really sure what is going on.
He shakes your shoulder once you make it outside, looking down at you, his face illuminated by the residual strobing lights bleeding through the panes of the broken windows.Â
Heâs pretty, bangs disheveled and sticking to his forehead, leather jacket broadening his shoulders, pink tongue poking out from between his plump lips.
âHey, Hey c'mon l-look at me,â he says from above you, your eyes finally focused on his, a grimace forming on your face as you come to.
âDid you punch me?â you question, hand finally coming to rub under your nose, blood painting your fingers. His hand comes to rub at the back of his neck, a shy smile forming on his face as he does so.Â
âYes?â he almost questions, âBut, I am so so sorry, I did not expect someone to pop out of there. Iâve never even been to a haunted house before, I just say I like them so my friends donât think Iâm lame. Iâm actually really terrified of them? Iâve never even punched someone before, not even when I got beat up in midd-â
âEddie! For godâs sake let Y/N breathe,â Dustin groans, âHi, Y/N. Are you okay?â He questions, coming to kneel beside you.Â
âYeah Dusty, Iâm ok,â you say, smiling at him.Â
âY/N? Dusty?â Eddie asks, confused.Â
âY/N is my neighbor, itâs how I heard about the haunted woods in the first place,â Dustin reveals, holding his hand out to you in order to help you off the porch steps.
Eddie reaches his arm out, offering it to you. You take it, looping your arm in his as you walk down the hill and towards the exit of the haunted woods.
The two of you make small talk as you walk down, Eddie even lighting a cigarette and offering it to you. You decide fuck it after the night youâve had and take several drags before giving it back to Eddie.Â
âI really am so sorry I punched you,â Eddie says as he looks down at you, âI-I dont like hit women or anything like that, I didnât even know you were a woman. Just like a mass of moss or something gross like th-âÂ
âEDDIE!â you shout playfully, âStop with the nervous rambling, it's fine! My nose isnât broken and you got me out of work for the night,âÂ
âSeriously? No âIâm gonna press chargesâ? You do know who I am right? Half the town wants to see me in jail,â he states bluntly.
âYouâre a dork,â you say with a shrug, âI donât think youâd survive in jail so I decided to spare you,âÂ
âOkay, ouch. I am not a dork,â Eddie defends, eyes trained forward as he walks with you.
âWhat do you do in your free time?â
âPlay D&D, read, write music, watch horror films,â he states obviously.
âSee, dork,â you bump your hip with his, smiling as you do so. Eddie meets your smile with a frown, his eyebrow furrowing as he looks at you.Â
âHey, c'mon you punched me in the face. I can say youâre a dork. Plus, I never said being a dork was a bad thing,â you reveal, arm unlocking from his as you approach a trailer that served as your bosses office. He was understanding as to what happened but had to understandingly ban Eddie from the haunted woods for the foreseeable future.
Eddie shrugs his shoulders at the news, stepping out of the trailer with you.
âItâs better than spending a night in jail,â Eddie says, digging in his pocket for his keys.Â
âCâmon kids, load up,â Eddie shouts before turning back towards you.Â
âDo you need a ride?â Eddie questions as he shoves his thumb towards his van.
You shake your head, pulling his bandana away from your nose.Â
âNah I got it, Iâll see you around?â you ask, âGotta clean this up and give it to you somehow,â
âIâm sure Iâll see you soon,â Eddie responds. He gives you a small wave before retreating to his van.Â
Eddie slides into the driverâs seat of the van, starting it up and peeling out of the gravel lot.Â
âDude- I canât believe you punched her,â Dustin yells over the music.Â
âShut up, Dusty,â Eddie sneers.Â
âAnd your hopeless attempt at flirting with her, oh my god you were so bad dude!â Dustin laughs at Eddie, his heart breaking a little bit at his words.Â
Dustin was right. Eddie was hopeless when it came to women. His attempt at flirting tonight simply bleeding into embarrassing stories about himself. He was sure he blew it, no he was certain he had blown it. You canât punch a pretty girl in the face and expect anything to go anywhere after that.Â
Eddie goes home that night, kicking himself mentally for how the evening went. He wishes he could be normal. He wishes his brain wouldnât short circuit when a woman checked him out at the grocery store. He wishes he could be confident in himself. He wishes he wasnât so fucking weird.Â
Thatâs what Eddie Munson is, he decides. A weird, dorky, nerd. Heâs going to die a virgin, heâs sure of it.Â
He wakes the next morning with his hand throbbing. He groans when he thinks about how you feel if his hand feels the way it does. He rolls out of bed, opening and closing his hand, wincing at each contract of his skin.Â
He ends up running late to work, van speeding down the road as he nears the vinyl shop. He pulls in right at 10, practically jumping out of his van and speed walking towards the entrance. He unlocks the door, pushing inside and turning on the lights.Â
Heâs busy putting on a record to play in the shop when the bell above the door begins to ring. He turns when he hears it, smiling when he sees who heâs met with.Â
It's you. Youâre wearing a pink skirt, a cream sweater thrown over it, not how Eddie would have ever imagined you to dress.Â
âY-Y/N?â Eddie stutters, record needle scratching loudly as he drops it.Â
âHi, Eddie,â you walk towards the counter, in the light of the storefront he sees that your right eye has turned a bright purple.
âShit- Iâm so sorry,â Eddie rasps, wincing as you tilt your face up to reveal the bruise on your cheek.
âHad to make you feel a little more sorry for me,â you say with a small chuckle. Eddie flashes you pleading eyes, silently begging you to stop messing with him.Â
âHey, itâs okay! I actually just came to bring this back,â you dig into your baby pink purse, pulling out Eddieâs now clean bandana.
âI uh, asked Dustin where I could find you,â
Eddie smiles and takes the bandana from your hand, tucking it into his back pocket.Â
âThanks, I appreciate it,â He sends you a salute as you back away from the counter.
âSee ya around Eddie,â
The next time you show up to his work, Eddie is high. Heâd taken a few dabs in his car on his lunch break. The weed really takes over when you walk in. Pretty blue skirt flowing behind you, an oversized white sweater brushing the hem of your skirt causes his heart to do tiny little flips.
âHey Eddie,â you squeak as you approach him. The bruise around your eye is almost completely healed and the swelling in your nose has gone down tremendously. You look better and Eddie is so happy to see that.Â
âHey trouble,â he rasps, a dopey smile on his face. He walks to where youâre standing, stopping once he reaches you, leaning over the counter. He smacks his gum, elbows resting on the glass as he looks down at you.Â
âTrouble?â you quirk an eyebrow, hand on your hip as you scowl at him playfully.Â
âIt fits, sue me. What brings you in?â Eddie questions, rounding the counter and settling next to you. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms and legs as he looks over the expanse of the store.Â
âNeed a birthday present for a coworker. Heâs throwing a halloween party for his birthday. Heâs into stuff like you. Ya know, dorky stuff, metal, the whole lot,â
âAh, I got just the thing. Iron Maiden released a new album this past month, just got the vinyls and 8 tracks in,âÂ
He makes his way to the ânew arrivalsâ section of the store, fingers skimming through records effortlessly.Â
âAha, here it is!â he shouts, handing it to you with a bow. He feels more confident like this, high and able to flirt and exist around you.Â
âMiladyâŚâ he ushers you back to the counter, ringing you up. He bags your purchase, carefully handing it over the counter.Â
âHave a good one, trouble,â he says with a smirk on his lips. You wave a small goodbye but stop before youâre able to make it out the door. You turn on your heels marching right up to Eddie Munson.Â
âWill you be my date to this thing?â Youâre standing right infront of him, so close you can smell weed, cigarettes and his cologne.Â
âA Halloween party?â Eddie questions, head ticking to the side as he ponders the idea.Â
âSure thing, Iâll pick you up?â you nod and pluck a pencil out of the jar by the register, writing down your address on a scrap piece of your receipt. You hand it to Eddie, smiling widely as he takes it.Â
â7:00?â
â7:00, sweetheart,âÂ
Eddieâs heart is pounding. Heâs sure heâs on the verge of either keeling over or running for the hills. His high has worn off and heâs 99% sure any and all ability to be normal has left the building. His hands are shaking as he clips in his little red devil horns. He backs up from the mirror and looks at himself. Red sweater, black jeans and black boots was tonightâs ensemble. He adjusts the little horns in his hair, fluffing his bangs before walking out to the living room, hands still shaking as he collects his keys.Â
âIâll be late Wayne,â He shouts to his Uncle in the Kitchen. With that, he makes his way out to his van, hopping in and lighting a cigarette to help calm his nerves.Â
He makes his way to your house, the ride and nicotine somewhat soothing his nerves. You see his van at the curb and bid your mom goodbye, stepping out into the cold October air. Eddie feels all the air leave his chest as he looks at you as you come down your porch stairs. Youâre in that same oversized white sweater except this time it's over a white tennis skirt. Your hair is down in braids, a little halo atop your head. Eddie is pretty sure he dreamed you up, there is no way you are real he thinks to himself.Â
You practically skip to Eddieâs van, Eddie getting out quickly in order to open the door for you. You slide into the passenger seat, Eddie climbing into the van shortly after.Â
âAn angel huh?â he asks nervously, causing you to blush.Â
âEvery devil needs his angel,â you shrug. Itâs Eddieâs turn to blush, his red cheeks matching the horns tucked in his mess of curls.Â
You make conversation as you drive. Albeit awkward conversation, but conversation nonetheless. Your friends warned you about this, how awkward it would be but honestly, you liked it. You liked how you could get under Eddie Munsonâs skin. And in return, Eddie makes your heart flutter. No matter how many times your friends told you he was awkward or a nerd, you couldnât stop thinking of the brown eyed blubbering idiot.Â
You pull up to where the party is, a house on the outskirts of town. You spot a bonfire in the back surrounded by people, signaling that youâre at the right place. Eddie parks his van on the grass before getting out and rounding the car to help you out.Â
You both trudge through the grass, making it back to the bonfire, present in hand. Eddie hangs back while you converse with your friends. You down several drinks, drinking too fast and feeling a little woozy.Â
You find Eddie several minutes after you down your second drink. He has a red solo cup in hand, other hand in his pocket as he sips the mixture in the cup.Â
âHey Eds,â You say with a smile.Â
âTrouble,âÂ
âYouâre being a wallflower,â You giggle, getting up on your tiptoes to adjust one of his horns.Â
âI-I just donât know anyone,â He shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of his drink. You grab his hand once heâs done, dragging him to the fire and sitting on a log next to him.Â
You donât let go of him, Eddie smiling when your thumb begins to rub circles on the back of his hand.Â
You comfort him for a moment before turning to him and beginning conversation.Â
âSo- you don't talk much do you?â you question as you take a sip of your drink.Â
Eddie shakes his head, ducking it down in embarrassment.Â
âHey hey, itâs okay!â you reveal, smiling at him when he snaps his head back up.Â
âI can talk enough for the both of us,â you babble, âMy name's Y/N but you know that, and I know your name is Eddie,â vodka hits your tongue as you sip on your drink.Â
âYouâre a dorky metalhead and you drive a rickety old van that smells like weed so I assume you smoke?â you ask as you raise your eyebrows.Â
âDeal. I uh- Deal,â Your eyes widen comically at his revelation.Â
âYou deal drugs?â you whisper-yell, a chuckle rising out of Eddie at your reaction.
âYeah, mostly bud,âÂ
âCan we smoke?âÂ
He simply nods. You get up from your place on the log, hand gripping his as you pull him back towards the van.Â
He opens the back for you, the two of you ducking in and settling in the back. He pulls out an old lunch box, digging in it until he can find his rolling papers. You watch him skillfully roll the joint, his hands finally steady.Â
He brings the joint to his lips, holding it there as he flicks his lighter. The end of the joint blooms red, smoke flowing from Eddieâs mouth as he exhales. Eddie passes you the spliff, smiling widely at your doe eyed expression.Â
You take a long drag, your exhale being cut off by dry coughing and hacking. Your cheeks burn bright red in the commotion. Eddie finds a half-drunk bottle of water and passes it to you. You hand him back the joint and gratefully accept the water, chugging the rest of the bottle.Â
The rest of your smoke sesh goes off without a hitch, the two of you giggling at anything and
everything.Â
âYou talk more when youâre high,â Eddie stops rolling the second joint of the night, looking up at you.Â
âItâs hard making new friends. Weed makes me relax and not be so weird.â Eddie licks the rolling paper, focusing on the task at hand.
âYouâre not weird..âÂ
âSays the girl who called me a dork the second she met me,â
âI am pretty sure I have endless passes to call you a dork, you punched me in the face and all,â Eddie sucks in his breath through his teeth, holding his hand up in defense.
âWhat was a pretty thing like you doing working there anyways?â he takes a drag of the joint, inhaling deeply before blowing all the smoke in your face.
âEddie? Pretty thing? Are you flirting with me?â you reach towards him, hands meeting as you pass the spliff between you two.Â
âI dunno trouble, am I?â he questions, mentally giving himself a pep talk to not screw this up.Â
Eddie shifts in his seat, turning to face you.
âWould that bother you? If I was?â Eddie asks sweetly, doe eyes looking down at you.Â
You shake your head, your heart races as he shifts closer to you. Youâre sure he is going to kiss you, he's so close. Until, he isn't. He pulls away.Â
He casts his eyes downward, nerves in his belly rising.Â
âEddie, whatâs wrong?âÂ
âI-Iâve never?âÂ
âKissed a girl?â you finish for him, your hand holding his as he nods his head.Â
âWell come here then,â You peck his lips a few times, finally deepening the kiss and showing Eddie what to do. He catches on fast, the kiss quickly turning messy and desperate. You're straddling his lap when your hands slide underneath Eddieâs red sweater, a whimper escaping his lips when your cold fingers brush against his middle.Â
âCan assume you havenât done this either?â His eyes are blown wide as he looks up at you, lips pink and plump, cheeks red and splotchy.Â
He shakes his head. You cup his jaw in your hand, drawing him in for a kiss before you pull away and whisper in his ear.Â
âJust follow my lead,âÂ
Eddie shudders as your breath hits his neck. His cock is straining so painfully against his zipper and heâs pretty sure if he doesnât get relief soon, heâll explode.Â
You sit back on your haunches, stripping yourself of your sweater and skirt, leaving you only in your halo.Â
If Eddie wasnât already painfully hard, the sight before him is enough to do so. Your naked body dressed only in a halo while the moonlight bleeds into his van has his mind whirling. Heâs certain heâs died and gone to heaven. Because if all angels looked like this, heâd be on his knees every night.Â
You giggle at the way he's staring, hands going to snake back under his sweater in order to strip it from his body. You pull it over his head, curls bouncing back to place after the sweater is fully removed, horns staying in place despite the disturbance.Â
You start to work on his pants, unbuckling his belt and popping the button of his jeans. You kiss him softly when you dip your hand into his boxers. You giggle when he hisses, kissing his jaw when the hiss turns into a needy moan. You pump him a few times before withdrawing your hand from his boxers.Â
âLetâs get out of these, yeah?â Eddie nods feverishly, gangly limbs moving fast to rid himself of his jeans. You draw in a breath when he is finally naked before you. He is so pretty, his cock is so pretty. Itâs thick and just the right length, curving slightly to the left, following his hip bone and resting there.Â
âLay on your back,â you instruct, grabbing a random pillow from the floor and shoving it under Eddieâs head.Â
âNow, enjoy yourself. Touch me however you want and for the love of god, donât hold back,â
You throw your leg over his body, straddling his middle. You get on your knees, hovering above Eddieâs cock. You take it in your hand, direct it to your weeping hole, and sink down. You raise yourself slowly before dropping yourself back down, a little âoofâ getting punched from Eddieâs lungs. You pick up your pace and deduce him to a moaning, needy mess.Â
âF-fuck trouble, I- Iâm. I canât-â Eddieâs hands come to rest on your hips, pushing you down, forcing himself deeper inside of you. You feel him twitching inside of you, cum leaking from you and down his balls.Â
Eddie is bright red when you look down at him, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to say something. Heâs so caught up in his mind, reminding himself of how weird and pathetic he is he almost doesn't hear you.Â
âThat. Was so hot,â you reveal, his spent cock now softening inside you.Â
Eddie chuckles, pushing you up his body to release his cock, settling you beside him. He draws you in tightly, your legs intertwined, cum leaking from you and staining the blanket beneath you.Â
âHave I broken you?â you ask as you trace the tattoos that litter Eddieâs chest.Â
âSomethinâ like that,â Eddie groans, lips coming to press a kiss to the crown of your head.Â
The two of you sit there for a moment, breathing falling in line as you both enjoy the presence of each other.Â
âYou never told me why you work at a haunted house,â Eddie says, finally breaking the silence
âOh- my brother is in charge of all the âcast members ", got me the gig and pays me well. Not really up my alley but itâs better than the mall,â you shrug, leaning up on your elbows to look outside.
âThereâs more people outside, do you want to go back orâŚâ Eddie quirks his eyebrow.Â
âOrrrâŚâÂ
âWe can do that again?â
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Ok here are some of my sfw virgin!eddie blurbs/headcannons. I have more somewhere on my phone I just have to find themđ
You are virgin!eddie first everything, his first girlfriend, first kiss, first person to hold his hand, first girl to hug him.
Virgin!Eddie gives sloppy kisses. It is tongue and teeth. You have to teach him to kiss.
Virgin!Eddie will ask to hold your hand every time
Virgin!Eddie doesnât know where to put his hands while cuddling so at first he just hovers over your body
Virgin!Eddie is âthe way to a manâs heart is through is stomachâ type he loves home cooked meals
Virgin!Eddie inviting you to one of his gigs. He decates a rock love song to you but made the mistake of making eye contact with you and messing up on the chords
Virgin!Eddie chases after your kisses
Virgin!Eddie is putty in your hands
Virgin!Eddie brain would short circuit if you sat in his lap
Virgin!Eddie would be the most touch starved mf there is
Virgin!Eddie gets so attached to you that he has to sneak into your window to sleep, because you guys fell asleep one time while watching a movie and since then he couldnât sleep without you
Virgin!Eddie closes his eyes when you are changing
Virgin!Eddie says sorry when he accidentally touch you butt
When kissing virgin!eddie his legs start to shake like thumpers
Like this
Virgin!Eddie would brag to the hellfire club that his girl as a rocking hot body knowing damn well he hasnât even since you in a bathing suit
Virgin!Eddie asked you out because Erica kept on bullying him about his crush on you
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đĽFirst times for everythingđĽ
Summary: Just some good ole' fashioned grinding my guys
Pairings: Virgin!Eddie x Plussize!Reader
CW: kissing, groping, smut, grinding, cumming in boxers đ, slight miscommunication, new relationship, reader referred to as fat by herself because what is so wrong with that? it's an adjective!
Word count: 3.9k
A/N:This was supposed to be a blurb, I very obviously failed..
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You strolled down the hall adjoining the cafeteria with an arm laced with Robins as you laughed about a previous endeavor in class, Jason had been told to shut it after talking all class and almost peed himself when he wasn't excused to the bathroom with a pass. The early June weather didn't feel as if you had just left spring, it felt like you were in the pique of august in some exotic country judging by the sun blazing down on you, allowing your body to break out in a light sweat whenever you were outside too long. The temperature was up in the three digits category every single day, so automatically baggy jeans and t-shirts turned into shorts and the occasional crop top. Today was that day, you had gotten a few stares, but that was inevitable being a fat girl wearing shorts that barely covered your ass and naturally weighty breasts on display under the white halter top, you would like to think it was a modest amount of cleavage, unfortunately that was only the case for you, for others you looked like you might have been trying too hard, there was no way you were going to care however, it was too damn hot outside to dress any lighter than this. You were pleasantly surprised that the shorts hadn't been bothering you but you dismissed the fact of no chafing due to the short walks between classes and cool air blasting through the school leaving your thighs dry and smooth as they rubbed together when you walked.Â
âOooh, loverboy is hereâ Robin grabbed your attention and drew it down to the end of the hall to see your boyfriend leant up against the lockers, black t-shirt with some band on it you couldn't read from so far away and a simple pair of green cargo shorts. âoh and heâs waiting by your locker, how cuteâ Robin grinned sarcastically. You rolled your eyes at her antics, âOh I just realized you never told me if you.. you knowâ she widened her eyes excitedly, âJesus Robin, you are too invested in other people's livesâ that was not the answer she was looking for and that was made clear when she shook her head expectantly. âIf you must knowâ you rolled your eyes again âNo Eddie and I have not had sexâ. You stopped in the middle of the hall, pulling her to the side so you wouldn't arrive where Eddie was, mid conversation.Â
âWhy not dude? What on earth are you waiting for?â she was undoubtedly exasperated with the situation, you were together, you had talked about sex with Eddie and she had heard from Steve that he had briefly ventured into the subject so what was the big deal?!
âEveryones not sexcrazed teenagers like you and Steve, humping like bunniesâ you sneered âEw when you say that it sounds like you mean were fucking each otherâ she pulled a face. âObviously not, I just mean, Steve dates anyone in sightâ you gestured to yourself, as if saying he even dates fat girls â-and you and Vickie seem to be how do I say this?â you pondered âHorny as fuckâ you grinned. âSo are you and Eddieâ she drew her eyebrows up dramatically as if she knew something you didn't. âWe donât know that, for all I know Eddie isn't even ready to do that stuffâ you explained. âWelllllâ Robin bounced on the balls of her feet âI mean, heâs a 19 year old guy, they're all horny fucks. He might just be waiting for you to tell him you're readyâ that was in fact the case, but you didn't know that.Â
âI feel like if he was he would say somethingâ you raised your eyebrows as you began treading slowly down the hall again, âYou realize you haven't told him you're readyâ she rolled her eyes out of your view âI think he would know Iâm readyâ you countered.
âSure, because boys are so well known for their knowledge of the female species, Eddie!â she held her hands out as a greeting. Eddie frowned slightly at her dramatic hello âHey.. Robinâ he answered her cautiously. âAlrighty well Iâm gonna head to History, Iâll leave you too lovebirds beâ she smirked earning a sneer from you as she began walking. She turned around behind Eddie's back to face you and made a lude scene in the hall, pretending to thrust into someone from behind while making awfully exaggerated faces of pleasure. Your stare at her drew Eddie's attention making him look behind him, Robin stopped abruptly and spun around to speed walk to class.Â
âHeyâ you smiled, stretching up to place a peck to his lips which he happily returned. âOnly have a few minutes, I have history tooâ he explained as you opened your locker to switch out your books âBut I wanted to ask, um Wayne, is uh out tonight, if you want to you know come over, we don't have to do anything!â he was quick to stress that fact âbut I just thought it might be nice, watch Tv without a 60 year old man hovering around usâ he grinned âand uh we got the AC going so it'll be coolâ he brought his hand to the back of his neck to scratch and it with the pads of his fingers.Â
âYeah, Iâd love to, Iâll just tell Steve I don't need a ride and Iâll go home with you yeah?â you closed your locker, limply holding your math textbook between both hands resting on your stomach. âYeah sounds goodâ he smiled down at you, as you met his eyes you saw his attention was brought further down, to your boobs which were now firmly pressed together from the way you were holding your textbooks. You felt slightly awkward under his gaze but the moment only lasted a second or so before he cleared his throat and looked back at you âIâll uh, be in the parking lot when you endâ âCanât waitâ you grinned as you pecked him on the lips again. Before you could draw back Eddie's hand was quick to grab at your neck to hold you to him for just a few seconds longer. You swallowed as you drew apart, âOk, byeâ you forced a smile and quickly walked away. God could you be more awkward??
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âYou ok?â Robin asked as Eddie folded himself into the wooden chair next to her. âWhat? Oh, yeah all goodâ he smiled but Robin only squinted at him, a slight smirk played on her lips as she leant back, waiting for the class to start. As casual as she could be she commented âCute top Y/N wore today right?â she was trying very hard to fight the smirk, it was proven even more difficult as she turned her head to the side to see Eddie with raised eyebrows, he coughed âUh, yeah, didn't- didn't really notice itâ he tried explaining away. Robin only nodded, silently laughing maniacally in her head.Â
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âWelcome to my humble abodeâ Eddie grinned as he swung through the door gesturing you to enter first, you chuckled âIâm familiar with itâ, both of you slipped off your shoes and dropped your school bags to the floor. âSo uhâ Eddie clapped his hands together before holding them firmly behind his back, trying not to rock back and forth with nerves âWhat do you want to do, we can watch a movie, listen to music in my room and uhâŚâ he wasn't sure how exactly he had planned on finishing that sentence. âMake out?â you grinned âI-I mean, only- only if you want toâ what was his issue with just saying one word once when he was talking, shut the fuck up Eddie, why are you so nervous, shes your girlfriend you idiot.Â
You looked up at him through squinted eyelids, tilting your head to the side âDo you want to?â you had kissed before, sure, indulged in a little tongue, sat next to each other on a bench and awkwardly facing each other but never close to each other, not in someone's bed. âOnly if you want toâ he deadpanned now, head tilting down to look you straight in the eye, wishing he could understand what was going through your head. You were about to repeat his words back to him, or even say you wouldn't mind it, but maybe if you were clear with Eddie he would be clear with you so you opted for saying it right out âI want toâ Eddie's eyes widened. âDo you?â you asked slowly, voice slightly firm âY-yes, yesâ he was nodding vigorously âI want toâ you giggled at him âWell come on thenâ you slipped your palm into his, letting him stumble with you to his bedroom. Before you had a chance to sit down Eddie asked âMusic?â trying to avoid your gaze. âYesâ you stated looking him dead in the eyes before grinning âBut Iâm pickingâ.Â
Eddie clambered onto his bed as you went through music collection. How was he supposed to sit, in the middle against the headboard? To the side so you could sit next to him? Should he lie down? Would you be comfortable with lying down or would he seem like a creep? Was he supposed to be on top? Fuck he was getting in his head, fucking relax. He chose to sit in the middle of the bed, resting against the headboard, this way if you wanted to you could.. sit in his lap.. or next to him, he made sure there was still room for you.Â
Just as he was trying to relax and calm his nerves he looked over at you bent at the waist to read the backs of each cassette. His heartbeat rose and an audible gulp was heard through the room as he noticed you. With your particular position your shorts had risen up your hips, wedging between your thighs, seam pressing at your puffy cunt and giving him a clear view of half your ass. He tried to look away, find just one other thing in the room that could catch his interest but it was impossible, his eyes snapped back to you, he rolled his eyes back as if just the sight of you alone was giving him pleasure, which, it was. He took the opportunity to sneakily and quietly adjust himself, forcing his now hard cock to sit straight and under the hem of his boxers, that would definitely make his little issue less noticeable.Â
You stood up only a moment later, popping in the A side of the cassette Whodini, Escape. It was a surprise to see Eddie actually had Hip-pop in his house but judging by the size of his collection it seemed reasonable. You rocked your head from side to side with the beat of the music as you turned to Eddie, who sat fiddling with his rings in his lap. Now it was your turn to freak out about the sitting position, you pushed it down and took a breath. You weren't necessarily that excited about sitting on top of Eddie, you were heavy, what if you were too heavy? What if he didnt like you sitting in his lap? But you chose to power through, climbing onto the bed and swinging a leg over his and settling on his mid thighs. Eddie's wide eyes stared up at you, it was unbearable, you didn't want to think you did something wrong so you just quickly attached your lips to his.Â
Eddie closed his eyes with a sigh, releasing the tension in his shoulders. As your hands grazed his arms and settled on each side of his neck Eddie drew his hands up to hold lightly at your waist. The kiss lasted a few seconds before you drew back to look at him, you didn't really get a chance though because soon enough Eddie leaned forward searching your lips again, with gentle movements you got him to settle back against the headboard and pecked against his lips. As you kissed him again you felt Eddie's tongue poking slightly at your flesh, nonverbal asking you to part your lips, you did, and you almost swooned when you felt his tongue graze yours, cinnamon gum tasting at the tip of your tongue. A low groan spilled from Eddie's lips as he grew more brave and licked more of your tongue. It was as if both of your bodies just knew and molded together, tongues swiping at each other with growing confidence and force. Eddie's hands began to grip harder at your hips making you notice it more, you chanced it and grabbed his right hand.Â
His grip immediately loosened, thinking he might have held you too hard but gasped when he felt you guide his hands to your boob. He muttered a âfuckâ against your lips as his fingers pushed into the soft skin. His grip on your hip went back to its former strength as he palmed at you desperately. You hummed against him at the feeling and continued kissing him. Relishing in the feeling of Eddie's greedy hand altering between squeezing harshly and simply holding you.Â
He couldn't hold it in anymore though, he was straining desperately against his boxers and he needed some sort of release. You made a shocked whine when his hand left your boob to find its place on your hip again. Eddie forcefully pulled you flush against his chest, moving you from his thighs to sit right down on his clothed cock. You let out a loud gasp as you felt his hard length pressing right against your covered cunt, you parted your thighs to open your lips up to sit firmly on him, allowing his previous adjustment to sit deliciously pressed to your clit. Eddie's hands instinctively pushed over your shorts as he moved his hands from your hips to grab a hefty handful of your ass, causing you to push down on him. You let out a low moan at the feeling, desperately kissing his lips again to taste him.Â
When Eddie pulled you towards him with his grip still firm on you over the denim, you pulled away from him. Wide eyes staring down at him in surprise. Eddie's lips curled into a slight smirk and adjusted his footing on the bed, to push you up against him with his knee as his hands encouraged you to grind against him, his hands pushing you back and forth until you got the memo and began grinding against him. One hand left his shoulder to grip at the headboard behind him, supporting you in grinding against him in a particularly hard stroke as you watched Eddie's mouth fall open and his eyes flutter closed at the sensation. You forced your hips forward again, a long stroke where you could feel your clit hit slightly past the ridge of his head earned a loud groan from Eddie as his head fell back, hair brushing lightly against your hand.Â
With each movement of your hips, slowly but each stroke daring longer and longer Eddie groaned beneath you, suddenly you missed the touch of his lips against yours so you bent down slightly to capture his plump flesh in a light bite which turned into a kiss. Eddie grasped desperately at the fat of your ass as he timidly licked into your mouth. The long strokes ran faster as you found your position above him and confidence overthrew your nervousness, you hungrily grinded against his cock, the seam of your shorts perfectly placed against your clit as the first thrust of his hips forced it harder into the delicate nub.Â
With that first thrust you couldn't help the loud slightly pornographic moan that fell from your lips, it had Eddie slowing his tackle on your mouth to watch in awe as he thrusted again, swallowing hard at the sound of a second moan. With the release of his lips you closed your eyes, your head rolling over on your shoulders to face the ceiling. Eddie stared at you, his mouth falling open as he watched your face intently. He thrust his hips again, harder this time to hear a now proper loud sultry moan echo in the room. Had you opened your eyes you would have seen the surprise and excitement on is face at your reactions, but you were too focused on revelling at the fact that your clit was being treated with perfect friction with each passing second.Â
His hands went back to forcing you back and forth over him, the efforts of his knee, his hands, your hips and his hands moving you back and forth made you move faster and faster against him. Unabashedly your moans picked up to short and high pitched with each force of your hips. Eddie groaned as you purposely pushed your weight down on him and it distracted him from watching you. He went back to falling against the headboard with his eyelids shut but eyes rolling to the back of his skull beneath them.Â
His groans of delight turned into deep moans when the pace picked up to impatiently fast, rubbing over his dick as quickly as you could. Not only was he getting some much needed relief but soon he felt the relief turn into active pleasure, his eyes flew open in an instant, fuck if you continued like this he was going to cum in his jeans. Jesus christ he would look so pathetic if he couldn't even hold it when you were simply making out. Was this making out? You weren't even kissing him?-
On the other side of the interaction was you, eyes squeezed tightly shut as your mouth dropped open to an exaggerated âoâ simply in the moment and not caring one bit that you might complete, it wasn't even the possibility, you knew that with only another minute you would come. And you chased that while picking the pace up once again averaging four strokes with each second, tits bouncing as you pushed yourself down on him.
-Would you be grossed out if he came? Would it be weird? Fuuuuck he was clenching his stomach now, willing his body to slow down, but he couldn't when you felt so damn good. âShitâ it was the first word you had said since walking into his room, and it snapped him right out of his overthinking â- Eddie, Iâm gonna cumâ you whined. âWait really?â hang on, if you were cumming, he could too right? âYeahâ it was an answer to his question but it came out as a long moan as you rocked against him. Well that was all the answer Eddie needed and he relaxed, he was shocked that it was even possible but he forced you to rock faster and faster, now fully accepting the pleasure it was causing him. You moans came out louder and louder, almost like high pitched squeaks with each thrust.Â
They grew shorter and louder, building up to the inevitable orgasm you were experiencing, you repeated a string of âfuck, fuck, fuckâ until finally Eddie heard one loud scream of a moan as your head became even heavier on your shoulders forcing you to almost fall onto your back before Eddie reached up quickly to hold at your back, one hand tightly wrapped around your waist while one splayed between your shoulderblades. Your hand moved from the headboard to grip at his shoulders as you rocked through your orgasm. Eddie had been so fixed on watching you that he hadn't even realized he too was at the brink of the edge âMother fu- SHIIIIITâ he groaned as he curled in on himself, his forehead finding support against your cleavage as his body portrayed the action of a dry heave. He felt the thick ropes of cum shoot out of his slit to paint the inside of his boxers and create a sticky mess.Â
You were now panting heavily as a hand found its way to slither through his curls and hold you softly against your boobs while Eddie shook beneath you. When you finally came down from your high, only 15 seconds after the fact, you became aware that Eddie was still seemingly cumming. You watched in shock as he groaned beneath you and shook uncontrollably until finally what must have been a whole half minute he stilled and heaved heavily. His heavy breathing forces your hand on his shoulder to follow up and down.Â
You giggled at him as Eddie moved from your tits to fall back against his pillows, a light sheen of sweat holding his bangs to his forehead as he panted. âJesus, is this how you normally are?â you joked âGonna get me pregnant if you cum that hard, probably break the condomâ Eddie's eyes opened to look at you through a frown of confusion âI don't knowâ you answered sheepishly at your weird joke, but Eddie only burst out into a loud laugh, it was intoxicating and led you to join in as well.
The laughter finally died down âI have actually never cum that hard in my life, so no need to worryâ he joked. âIâve uh never actually uh done this beforeâ he gestured between your bodies âOr anything reallyâ you couldn't help the snort that left your throat, Eddie went back to frowning at you âIâm, Iâm sorryâ now you couldn't help that the loud obnoxious giggle âno no really Iâm sorryâ you breathed, why was this even funny you had no idea âI, uh, I kinda figured, you didn't really make a moveâ you explained.Â
Eddie pulled a face âHey, I didn't make a move because I wanted to be respectful of youâ he argued âI didn't know if you were like, ready for stuff like this yetâ he explained. âOh that's so sweetâ a squeak bubbled up behind your lips as you fought hard not to laugh again âWhat is so funny?!â Eddie asked exasperatedly, you instinctively went to cover your mouth as you scrunched your face up âIt's not funny I swearâ you told him after taking a deep breath. âWell it seems to be for youâ, you looked at him with a much needed serious expression âIt's not funny, it is really sweet, itâs just that, I dated Steveâ Eddie shook his head desperately, while blinking profusely with his eyes closed âSorry, dated? I thought you said you went out like one timeâ Eddie stressed the one by holding his finger out. You grabbed it and laced your fingers with his. âI didnât want to tell you because I knew Iâd scare you off, and I really wanted you to ask me outâ you gave him an apologetic look âRobin, kinda told me to wait with that whole thing, she said you'd be insecureâÂ
âFucking Robinâ Eddie scoffed, with a roll of his eyes before he they suddenly zoned in on you again âWait, so how experienced are you?â he asked. âWell Iâm not a virginâ Eddie's face fell at that âBut!â you interjected before he could say something âIf it helps, Iâve never cum that quickly or hard with Steve, or ever reallyâ at that fact Eddie's face broke into a grin âThat does help actuallyâ you smiled at him.
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California Dreamin' - Eddie Munson
Chapter Eleven - Lay all your love on me
Content warnings: Awkward first date (cute though!), brief mentions of trauma, Eddie flashback (okay, a lot of trauma for Eddie, oops!), goofy idiots in love, lots of sexual tension, smut! dirty talk kinda, thigh riding, hand kink / oral fixation kinda? thumb sucking lol. Praise kink, use of "good girl" , possession kink, public sexual activities / voyeurism, untouched m!orgasm (cause I'm a simp for simp Eddie), brief mention of vomiting.
"Don't go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me,
Don't go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me."
Lay your love on me - Abba
Saturday / Forest Hills Trailer Park / 12:30pm
[Eddie sways into his bedroom, towel hung low on his hips, humming along to the music playing on his stereo. He closes the door with his hip, dancing along to the music as he runs another towel through his drying hair.]Â
Eddie: âMmm-Mmm-Mhm, Oh yeah, mmm, pow!â [He dramatically throws his towels to the floor, dancing sassily around his room naked] âMmm-hmm-Mhm, yeah!âÂ
[Eddie yanks open his drawers and pulls on a pair of underwear and jeans. Continuing to hum to himself he haphazardly opens another draw, looking at his shirts.Â
His Hellfire shirt is shoved in the back of the drawer, unworn but clean since Nina had stayed over. He looks at it, contemplating, deep in thought. He looks at his recent favourite Black Sabbath shirt and goes to pick it up. His fingers still, as he looks back at the Hellfire shirt.]
Eddie: [quietly, to himself] âHellfire or Sabbath, Hellfire or Sabbath, Hellfire or Sabbath. Damn it, just pick one!âÂ
[Eddie picks up the Hellfire shirt]Â
Eddie: [smiling softly] âHello, old friend.âÂ
[He pulls the shirt over his head, sprays deodorant and cologne, and pulls on his socks and shoes. Looking at the time, his eyes widen, and he runs out of his room to the kitchen, grabbing his keys on the way.]Â
Wayne: [calling out from the living room] âGo get her, son!â Eddie: âThanks Wayne!â [bending down to tie his shoes] âAny words of advice?â Wayne: âJust be yourself!â Eddie: [smirking] âGarbage advice, Wayne!â [running out the door] âDonât wait up!âÂ
[Eddie jumps in his van and speeds to Nina and Robinâs house.]Â
Robin: [perfecting Ninaâs hair] âAnd what are we going to do?â Nina: [nervous] âBe myself. Not panic.â Robin: âGood, and what are we not going to do?â Nina: [rhetorical, uneasy]  âBe a messy, disastrous basket case?â Robin: [wincing, sarcastic] âNeeds work but itâll do.â [smacking Nina on the ass as she walks out the front door] âGo get âem tiger!âÂ
[Nina rolls her eyes and closes the front door. As she turns around, she sees Eddie on the front door step, hand extended ready to knock on the door.]Â
Nina: (shy) âHi, Eddie.â Eddie: (warmly) âHey, gorgeous.â [looking at her up and down, smiling] âYou look beautiful.â Nina: [nervously] âThanks, you too- I mean, you look h-handsome, you look good.â [she closes her eyes, embarrassed] âFuck.â [smiling] âSorry, Iâm a little nervous.â Eddie: (teasingly) âItâs okay, I know I look beautiful.â [Nina blushes, Eddie relishes in it] âReady to go?â Nina: [patting her backpack full of snacks, cheeky] âReady when you are, beautiful.âÂ
[Eddie and Nina sing along to a mixtape Eddie made - the one he promised Nina he would make- for an hour while driving to a small village outside of Hawkins. Eddie lies down the picnic blanket he bought especially for the occasion, offering Nina his hand with a courtesy to sit down. They sit under a tree, unpacking their food.]Â
Nina: (sweetly) âHam and cheese or peanut butter and jelly?â Eddie: âPeanut butter and jelly please.â Nina: [handing him a sandwich, looking around curiously] âSo, how do you know about this place?â Eddie: [looking around, smiling] âMy mom used to take me here when I was little.â [pointing at the park] âShe used to push me on the swings there.â [pointing at the river] âAnd we used to feed the ducks there. And a secret third thing which will be revealed later.â Nina: (teasing) "Ooh thatâs ominous, Iâll refrain from asking questions since itâll ruin the mystery.â Eddie: (teasing her back) âHey, youâre learning!â [Nina rolls her eyes and swats him playfully] Nina: [smiling to herself, eating her sandwich] âI can just imagine little Eddie running around playing in the park. I bet you were a little terror.â Eddie: (cheeky) âIâll have you know I was a darling little angel as a child.â Nina: (scoffing, cheeky) âWhat changed then?â Eddie: [mock offence] âHey! Iâm still a darling little angel.â Nina: (teasing) âSays the Satanist cult leader of Hawkins.â Eddie: (laughing) âYou got me on that one!â ---------------------------------------------------
Nina: [lying back on the blanket, pointing up at the sky] âThat cloud looks like a bat.â Eddie: [smug, amused] âI think it looks like a cloud.â Nina: [sarcastic, light-hearted] âYou know, when you graduate you should seriously consider a career in comedy, youâre so funny Eddie.â Eddie: [cheeky] âOr a cloud designer.â Nina: [rolling her eyes but canât help but smile] âYouâre impossible.â Eddie: [pointing up] âThat one looks like a dolphin.â Nina: âWhere?â [she shuffles closer to Eddie, resting her head on his shoulder, his stomach flips] âOh yeah, it does!âÂ
[Eddie squeaks with happiness as Nina lies down on him, he tries to cover it with a cough]Â
Nina: (confused) âWhat was that noise?â Eddie: [trying to play it off, embarrassed] âWhat noise? I didnât hear any noise.â Nina: (grinning) âYou made a weird squeaking sound.â Eddie: [dismissive, voice squeaky with nerves] âNo I didnât.â Nina: âYouâre doing it now!â [loving how embarrassed Eddie is] âWhatâs up with you?â Eddie: [flushed, nervous] âYou just lay your head on me, I thought it was cute.â [Nina grins harder] âAnd my body betrayed me and decided to embarrass me âcause⌠yeahâŚâ Nina: (teasingly) âCute.â [she rests her head on Eddieâs shoulder again, smiling] âShould I expect squeaking sounds every time I touch you?â Eddie: (cheeky) âDepends on how youâre touching me.â Nina: [swatting him playfully] âPerv.âÂ
[Eddie blushes and presses a gentle kiss on the top of her head, inhaling her coconut shampoo and smiles to himself. Nina smiles as she feels the kiss on her head.]Â
Nina: [Nina notices Eddieâs Hellfire shirt] âHey, thatâs my shirt!â [Eddie looks at her, confused] âThatâs my sleepover shirt.â Eddie: âOh, yeah, uh, I made it a few years back.â (blushing) âI donât wear it very often anymore.â Nina: (flirty) âYou should, it looks good on you.â [curious] âIâve seen the rest of Hellfire wear that shirt but Iâve never seen you wear one. It suits you.â Eddie: (flirty) âReally? Cause I think it looks much better on you.â [whispering in her ear] âEspecially when itâs the only thing you wear.â [a shiver runs down Ninaâs spine] Nina: âAgain, perv.â Eddie: (cheeky) âCanât help it, Iâve got a gorgeous girl lying on me who is feeding me sandwiches and cookies, Iâm happy.â Nina: (curious) âWhy donât you wear it anymore?â Eddie: âWellâŚâÂ
Flashback - January / the trailer park / 8pmÂ
Wayne: âRight Iâm off to work, Iâll see you in the- Eddie, you okay?âÂ
[Eddie is lying in bed, covers pulled high over his shoulders, glumly watching the snow outside.]Â
Eddie: (flatly) âIâm fine. Iâll see you in the morning.â Wayne: (concerned) âNot feeling well?â Eddie: [tearing up] âI-â [he clears his throat of his tears, stubborn] âIâm fine. Just tired.â Wayne: [after pause, trying to uplift him] âYouâve got band practice tonight, right?â Eddie: (quietly) âIâm not going.â Wayne: âI see.â [struggling] âWhy donât you give Dustin a ring? I know heâd love to help you with your new campaign.â Eddie: âI scrapped the campaign.â Wayne: (defeated) âIs there anything I can do?â Eddie: [with a fake smile] âItâs okay, Iâll be fine.â (Gently) âIâll see you in the morning.â Wayne: [torn] âYou know where I am if you need me.â [Wayne exits the trailer]Â
[Eddie sighs, watching the snow fall. It reminds him of the ash falling from the sky in the upside down.]Â
Eddie: [sighing sadly, tearing up again] âIâm sorry I couldnât protect you, Chrissy.âÂ
[Eddieâs tears turn to anger. He looks around his room, enraged at the metal band posters, the D&D figurines, the clutter and chaos. He wants to tear his room to shreds.Â
He begins heaving with anger. His trembling hands push everything off his desk onto the floor, he crumples up his bedding and tosses it across the room, he empties his clothes from his drawers onto the floor.Â
The Hellfire shirt takes his eye. He snatches it and storms outside, picking up a bottle of whisky from the kitchen counter.Â
He wrenches open the trailer door, slamming it behind him. The cold snow nips at his skin, aching the scars on his torso. This only fuels him more.Â
He pours the whisky into the metal trash can and flicks a lit match into the bin. Flames woosh into the air, thick smoke melting the falling snow. He looks deeply into the flames, his anger mirrored in the violence of the flames.Â
He looks at the Hellfire shirt scrunched in his fist.]Â
Eddie: [bitterly] âItâs all your fucking fault. Youâve ruined my life.â [he holds the shirt over the flames, not enough for the shirt to burn] âItâs never going to fucking end.âÂ
[His lip begins to tremble again. His skin erupts into goosebumps, he becomes aware he is outside in winter in just pyjama trousers and a vest, no shoes on the cold snow.]Â
Eddie: [hyperventilating] âIâm so sorry Chrissy.â [he begins to sob] âIâm so fucking sorry.â [he brings the shirt away from the flames and holds it to his face, using it to muffle his sobs and wipe his tears]Â
End of flashback -Â
Eddie: (uneasy) âAfter the accident last summer, nothing felt right, everything was too tight and suffocating and- well, it didnât feel like me anymore. I started to dress more normal for a while.â Nina: âEddie Munson, normal? I donât think youâve been normal a day in your life.â [Eddie smiles a small smile, shaking his head laughing] âItâs understandable to lose yourself for a while after something traumatic, it happens to all of us.â [she smiles at him reassuringly] âIâm glad youâre wearing it again.â Eddie: (softly) âMe too.â Nina: [realising] âWait, youâre sharing with me.â Eddie: âUm, yeah. Is that not okay? I thought it was normal to share this kinda stuff with someone youâre dating.â Nina: âIt is! I- I want to share with you too. If thatâs okay?â Eddie: (proud, soft) âYeah?â Nina: âI ran away from home. Kind of. I er-â [picking her nails anxiously, Eddie takes her hand] âI had to leave, for reasons I wonât get into now, so I packed my bags and left in the middle of the night.â Eddie: (softly) âIâm sorry.â Nina: âDonât say sorry, youâve done nothing wrong.â [pulling at her hair] âI just had to get out of there, I couldnât take it anymore.â [sighing] âIâm a coward.â Eddie: [smiling sadly] âI know a thing or two about running and being a coward.â [he rubs his thumb over Ninaâs hand heâs holding comfortingly, which is laid across his chest] âI doubt you were being a coward, you were probably scared.â [looking at the water nearby] âItâs okay to be scared. Iâm scared too.â Nina: (sniffling) âWow, this got deep very quick.â [smiling sadly] âYou know what we need?â Eddie: [thumb rubbing her shoulder with his free hand] âWhatâs that?â Nina: [turning to face him, grinning] âIce cream.â ---------------------------------------------------- Nina: âStop stealing my ice cream, shithead!â Eddie: [grinning, ice cream over his mouth, talking with his mouth full] âI was just testing it for poison.â [Nina rolls her eyes but canât help but smile. Eddie extends his ice cream to her face, grinning devilishly] âHere, have some of mine?â [Nina innocently goes to lick the ice cream, Eddie pushes it so it goes on her nose] âOops!â Nina: [surprised] âOh, you little shit!â [Eddie takes off running, cackling, while Nina wipes her nose] âIâm gonna get you, Munson!âÂ
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Nina: [swinging Eddieâs hand back and forth with hers] âSo, what now Batman?â Eddie: [grinning] âNow to the fun part!âÂ
[They walk along the riverside to a small wooden stall. The stall has a big sign saying âboat ridesâ on it. Small rowing boats are stacked upon each other, and the giant pond in front of them is filled with laughter and chatter amongst the fellow rowers. ]Â
Eddie: âTadah!â Nina: [excitedly] âWeâre going on a boat?!â Eddie: [happy at Ninaâs reaction] âWe are indeed.â Nina: âAwesome!â Eddie: [holding his hand out to help Nina on the boat] âBow or Stern?â Nina: âEither is fine by me!âÂ
[Nina sits on the seat at the end of the little boat, Eddie sits in the middle holding the two oars]Â
Eddie: [cheeky] âWhere to, mâlady?â Nina: [glowing with happiness] âWherever the water takes us, kind sir.â Eddie: [amused, begins rowing] âI think the saying is âwherever the wind takes us.ââ Nina: [smirking] âDonât be a smartass.âÂ
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Eddie: [matter of fact] âYou could not be more wrong.â Nina: âWhat? Chucky is so much better than the Evil Dead!â Eddie: [offended, cocky] âChucky is a little asshole doll. Lock him in a cupboard and your problem is solved. A possessed woman with a chainsaw? Canât lock her in a cupboard, can you?â Nina: [equally as smug] âDonât read from the book of the dead and there wouldn't be a possessed woman with a chainsaw, problem solved.â Eddie: [scoffing] âWhereâs the fun in that?â Nina: [tutting, teasing] âI bet in a horror movie youâd be the dumb blonde who dies first.âÂ
[Eddie pushes up the sleeves on his shirt; Ninaâs eyes linger on Eddieâs toned forearms]Â
Eddie: [cocky] âIâll have you know, Iâd be the brave charismatic leader that saves your dumb blonde ass.â Nina: [scoffing, cheeky] âNot if the thing I need saving from is spiders or deep water.â Eddie: âI knew I shouldnât have told you that, it was a big fucking spider in my defence!â [Nina giggles at him, he smiles] Nina: âHang on, why did you bring me on a boat, on a lake, when youâre scared of water?â Eddie: (shy) âI know you like water and I thought, well, I need to get over the fear sometime.â [looking away, embarrassed] âJust killing two birds with one stone or whatever.â Nina: [grinning] âI think thatâs really sweet of you, Eddie.â [he blushes] âAnd brave. Iâm having a lovely first date.âÂ
[Eddie stops rowing and looks at Nina, mouth parted, eyes glassy.]Â
Eddie: (small) âYou think Iâm brave?â Nina: (oblivious) âI do.â Eddie: [whispered] âThank you.â [he looks around at the sky, confused] âWhen did it start raining?âÂ
[Nina looks around confused, holding her hands up to feel water drip onto her fingers. She looks ahead, behind Eddie, to see the large water fountain ahead]Â
Nina: [rushed] âOh my god, Eddie, the fountain!â Eddie: [oblivious] âThe what?â Nina: [panicked] âThe fountain, the fountain!âÂ
[The small boat begins to float towards the large water fountain in the centre of the pond. Eddie looks back at the fountain, then looks back at Nina with wide eyes]Â
Eddie: âOh fucking hell!â [he scrambles to grab the oars to manoeuvre them away from the spraying fountain. They both begin to get soaked from the water, both of them squealing and shivering under the heavy spray]Â
Eddie: âJesus H. Christ!â Nina: [squealing] âFuck me, thatâs cold!â [loudly] âEddie, the oars!âÂ
[the oars begin to drift off the boat and into the water. Nina lunges one way to grab an oar, Eddie the other. The boat rocks under the quick shift in weight.]Â
Eddie: "Shit!â [Eddie lunges too far and falls into the water.] Nina: [worried] âEddie!â [rushing to his side to reach him] âAre you okay?âÂ
[Eddie emerges from the water gasping, he takes Ninaâs hand and throws himself back onto the boat]Â
Eddie: âJesus, that is cold!âÂ
Nina: âAre you okay?â [both of them look at each other, completely drenched]Â
Eddie: [sheepish] âNever better, babe.âÂ
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[Nina and Eddie row over to the wooden hut, their time in the boat over, both of them completely soaked. The usher working at the stall raises his eyebrows at them and they smile sheepishly. They leave the boat, giggling into each other, and walk up the bridge back towards Eddieâs van.]Â
Nina: [giggling, raking her fingers through her hair as they walk] âSo, did that help conquer your fear of deep water then?â Eddie: [walking oddly, stiff in wet denim] âThereâs no deep water left to be scared of, I think Iâve swallowed half of it.â [Nina bursts into laughter, eyes struggling not to leer at the way Eddieâs clothes cling to his toned body.] Nina: [coy] âYâknow, EddieâŚâ Eddie: [oblivious, ringing out his shirt] âHmm?â Nina: [whispering in his ear, cheeky] âYouâre the first guy who's ever gotten me this wet on a first date before.âÂ
[Eddieâs eyes go wide and his face immediately goes red. Nina cackles at his reaction and takes off running]Â
Nina: âRace you to the car, Eddie!âÂ
Eddie: [fondly watching Nina skip away, heart beating fast, grinning, talking softly to himself] âJesus Christ.âÂ
[Nina is sitting in the passenger seat as Eddie opens the door and gets in. He puts on the heater to warm up the car and dry off their clothes.]Â
Nina: âYou want the last donut?â Eddie: âSure.âÂ
[Nina leans over the centre console and offers the donut in front of Eddieâs mouth. He takes a bite of the donut, eyes locked on Nina.Â
Strawberry jam from the donut lingers on the corner of Eddieâs mouth. Nina wipes it with her thumb and offers it to Eddie, he sucks it off her thumb. Ninaâs eyes go wide, transfixed on Eddieâs lips and the suckling of her thumb. Her heart beats faster and she finds herself biting her lip. Eddie watches Ninaâs reaction, turned on]Â
Nina: [clearing her throat] âWe should probably head back and get out of these wet clothes, huh?â Eddie: [eyes scanning Nina, trying not to linger on her wet body] âY- yeah we should.â
[Eddie begins to drive. The tension in the air is thick.]Â
Nina: (shyly) âThank you for a great date, Eddie. Even if we are drenched.â [blushing] âI kinda donât want it to end.â Eddie: [matter of fact] âItâs not over yet.â Nina: [hopeful] âItâs not?â Eddie: [grinning] âChucky vs Evil Dead at my place.âÂ
[Nina hums contently. She presses the radio on and âLay all your love on meâ by ABBA plays loudly in the van]Â
Nina: âI love this song!â Eddie: âThis song sucks!â Nina: [exclaiming] âYouâre tapping along on the steering wheel!â Eddie: [embarrassed] âAm not.â Nina: [enthralled] âYou so are!â Eddie: [stubborn] âI am not.â Nina: [cheeky] âHey Eddie?â [Eddie turns to look at her, she begins to sing at him loudly] âDonât go wasting your emotion!â [Eddie rolls his eyes but smiles] âLay all your love on me!â [the sentence trails off towards the end, her voice becoming softer. Eddie looks over at her, eyes twinkling with hope] Nina: âEddie?â Eddie: âYeah?â Nina: âPull over.â Eddie: [worried] âAre you okay? Do you feel sick?â Nina: [softly] âJust pull over.âÂ
[Eddie pulls the van to a stop at the side of the road. The road is empty]Â
Eddie: [hopeful] âEverything okay?â Nina: âKiss me.âÂ
[Eddieâs heart beats faster and he gulps, palms sweaty]Â
Eddie: âH-here?â Nina: âRight here.âÂ
[Eddie looks at Ninaâs eyes searching for doubt. When he finds none, he confidently reaches across the van to kiss Nina; his large hands cupping either side of her face. It takes Ninaâs breath away.
Nina shuffles closer, her hands combing through his wet hair. Eddie hums with content as Nina slips her tongue into his mouth, pulling her even closer]Â
Eddie: âCâmere.â [Eddie pats his lap. Nina leans over the console, and with help from Eddie, straddles his lap. Before their lips can touch again, Nina pulls back]Â Nina: âWait!â [Eddie looks at her, pouting and confused. She reaches down the side of the seat and slightly reclines Eddieâs chair] âMuch better.â [Nina giggles and Eddie looks at her with love in his eyes]Â
[Eddie holds Nina firmly by the neck and pulls her down to him, reuniting their lips. As their tongues lick at each other, Eddie uses his large palm to pull Nina closer to him, their wet bodies pressed together, Ninaâs weight on him]Â
Eddie: [mumbling between kisses] âYou really wanna do this here?â Nina: âDonât want to wait any longer.â [Eddie moans at her words] âNeed you now.â [Eddie melts, moaning again] âPlease, Eddie.â Eddie: [riled up, checking the windows for passers by] âDoesnât bother you weâre in public?â Nina: (shyly) âI find it kinda hot, actually.â Eddie: [resting his head back on the headrest, eyes closed, turned on] âFuuck.â [Ninaâs eyes light up at Eddieâs thick neck, how his Adamâs apple bobs with anticipation, she canât help but lean down and kiss and nibble at it.] Nina: [whispered in his ear] âIs it okay that I find it hot?â Eddie: (hungrily, in bliss with Nina kissing his neck) âI find it hot that you find it hot.â [he brings her face back to his, kissing her heatedly] âBeen wanting you all day.â [his hands go under her dress, stroking both thighs, both hips, her ass, her sides of her stomach] âThis dress has been driving me crazy.â [he grabs harsh handfuls of her ass] âTake it off.â
[Nina leans back and pulls the dress off over her head. Eddie leans back to take in the sight, hands stroking the goosebumps on her skin.]Â
Nina: (embarrassed) âUmâŚâ [she pulls her underwear down her legs too] âTheyâre wet tooâŚâ Eddie: (grinning, cheeky) âOnly if Iâm doing my job right.â Nina: [red with blushing] âYouâre on a roll today, perv.â [smirking] âYour turn, Munson.âÂ
[Eddie eagerly pulls down his trousers, Eddie and Nina having to manoeuvre carefully in the seat to remove his jeans, both of them giggling when they get stuck. With Eddieâs jeans at the footwell of the car, Nina paws at Eddieâs shirt, which he pulls off over his head.
Ninaâs lingers trace Eddieâs tattoos and he shivers, wriggling underneath Nina. Ninaâs body is once again pressed on top of Eddieâs, her naked cunt against the fabric of his boxers.]Â
Eddie: âOh god.â [Eddie bites his lip, enthralled by the sight of her bare pussy ghosting over his hard cock. His hands linger on her hips, his thumbs rubbing circles on her pelvis, his mouth watering. He softly mutters to himself.} âI canât believe this is happening.â
[He looks up at Nina with eyes filled with want and adoration and feels his heart race, body igniting with heat and gulps with anticipation. Nina feels the twitch of Eddieâs erection against her core. She lets out a little whimper at the feeling, her clit throbbing.]Â
Eddie: [breathless] âKeep making noises like that and Iâll cum right here right now.â [his jaw clenches with restraint] Nina: (teasing) âHot.â [she grinds up and down over him once, he begins to pant] Eddie: [restrained] ââM serious Nina, wanna make it last this time.â [stroking her sides, eyes closed, gulping] âWant it to be good for you.â Nina: [spurred on] âYouâve been thinking a lot about the other night?â Eddie: (half joking) âYou kidding me? Iâve been hard ever since.â [tucking her hair behind her ear, looking at her lovingly] âCanât stop thinking about it, about you.â Nina: [pulling back, Eddie whines]  âEddie⌠Iâve got to ask.â [Eddieâs face drops in fear] âIs it me you want or is it just sex? Just so I know where I stand âca-â Eddie: [interrupting] âYou. Definitely you.â [gulping, brave, looking deeply into her eyes] âWanted you since I set eyes on you.â [brushing the hair out of her face] âKnew I wanted to make you mine.â Nina: [with wide eyes, voice soft] âI like it when you say things like that.â Eddie: (curious) âYeah?â Nina: âYeah.â [kissing his neck, whispering in his ear, he shudders] âIt gets me hot.âÂ
[Eddie rests his head on the headrest, eyebrows furrowed and eyes screwed shut, biting his lip with restraint as Nina kisses down the side of his neck, sucking on the column of his throat. Nina begins to grind on Eddieâs lap, causing a low groan to slip through Eddieâs lips]Â
Nina: (softly, aroused) âSay it again for me.â Eddie: [breathless as Nina kisses him] âIâm yours and youâre mine.â [Eddieâs hand weaves into the hair at the back of her neck as she gently bites his ear] âJesus, Nina.â Nina: [pulling back with flushed cheeks and rosy lips] âThis okay, baby?âÂ
[Eddieâs eyes flick between Ninaâs eyes and lips, and he answers her question by crashing his lips on hers desperately. He holds her tightly by the back of her neck, his free hand wrapping around her back to pull her flush against him.
Eddieâs cock aches desperately as its slapped against his stomach, Ninaâs core only inches away from him, occasionally brushing against him, her thighs straddling Eddieâs hips. Nina hums contently into the kiss, holding his face in her hands as they kiss passionately, Ninaâs hips still rocking against Eddieâs.]Â
[The windows of the van begin to fill with condensation, the music on the radio playing softly in the background.]Â
Eddie: [mumbled into her neck between kisses] âI canât believe I have you all to myself, Iâm so fuckinâ lucky.â [whiny, desperate] âIâm so hard it hurts, babe, canât contain myself around you.â[Nina moans and grinds harder] âNina, I- IâŚâ Nina: âTell me, Eddie.â Eddie: [kissing Ninaâs jaw] âYou have no idea how badly I need you.âÂ
[Nina pulls back, surprised, stopping her movements. Eddie looks at her with cheeks flushed and lips parted, disappointed by the lack of kisses and friction]Â
Nina: âNeed a hand?â [Eddie looks at her with raised eyebrows and a cheeky smile, Nina blushes, embarrassed] âI mean- I didnât- not like that, I-â [Eddie laughs at her pink cheeks] âWell, maybe like thatâŚif you want?âÂ
[Eddieâs lips part with excitement, arousal evident in his eyes. He kisses her again and Nina takes that as her cue to lean back, palming Eddie over his boxers, squeezing him through the thin fabric. Ninaâs heart races at the feel of the thick outline of Eddieâs hard covered cock, and finds herself clenching with anticipation. Eddie groans into the kiss, his grip now tight on Ninaâs hips]Â
Eddie: âWait! I-â Nina: [pulling back, worried] âAre we going too fast? Iâm sorry-â Eddie: [quickly] âNo, no! I, er,â [flustered] âI want you to get off instead. Please.â Nina: (confused) âBut⌠youâŚâ Eddie: âI know, but I got off last time and I want to see it, I need to see it, please.â Nina: (teasing) âSo polite, we donât have to take it in turns, yâknow.â Eddie: [grinning] âI know.â [determined] âBut I wanna see you get off, I wanna make you feel good.â [holding her by the back of her neck again, looking at her with pleading desperate eyes] âShow me what itâs like, baby, please?â Nina: (softly) âY- yeah, okay.â Eddie: âLike how we did the other night?â Nina: [smiling softly, fond] âHowever you want, handsome.â [she has an idea] âWait, one sec.â [she leans back to rearrange herself and accidentally leans on the car horn, it beeps loudly, she jumps with fright] âShit!âÂ
[Eddie looks at her with adoration and amusement before bursting into laughter as Nina clutches her chest with fright.]Â
Nina: âFuckinâ horn scared the shit out of me!â
 [Eddie laughs harder and she scowls at him then she begins to laugh too, and the pair lean into each other in their laughter.
When the laughter subsides they rest their foreheads together, giggling softly, and then lightly kiss each other.Â
After kissing for a few minutes, Nina moves again, her thighs now straddling Eddieâs thick right thigh.]Â
Nina: âIs this okay?â Eddie: [aroused] âYe-yeah, itâs good.â [Eddie can feel the warmth of Ninaâs cunt on his bare leg, it makes his cock twitch, he gulps. He strokes Ninaâs thighs, horny, eager] âYou can get off like this?â Nina: (smoothly) âWith you underneath me, like this? Definitely.â [Nina giggles as Eddieâs moans softly at her words. Eddieâs hands return to her hips, eager to begin] Eddie: âSmooth.â [smirking] âRide away then, cowgirl.â Nina: (cheeky) âAnd you call me the smooth one.â [she wraps her arms around Eddieâs neck, pulling their bodies closer, kissing each other firmly.] Eddie: [mesmerised, running his thumb between her cleavage and down her sternum] âYouâre the smooth one here,â [to himself] âSo soft.â [he brings his thumb to Ninaâs lips, rubbing it across her parted lips] âSo beautiful.âÂ
[Nina takes Eddieâs hand cautiously in hers and pulls his thumb towards her mouth; slipping it past her lips and sucks on it gently as she begins to move back and forth on Eddieâs thigh]Â
Eddie: [groaning] âOh, fuck.â [canât take his eyes of her, practically panting] âYouâre gonna kill me.â Â
[Nina giggles as she removes thumb, kissing down the side of his hand, releasing it and begins kissing Eddieâs neck, her breasts pressed against his chest.
Eddieâs eyes close in bliss. Iâve died and gone to heaven, he thinks. Ninaâs sits on his thigh and rocks herself back and forth as she kisses Eddieâs neck; feeling his racing pulse under her lips.]Â
Nina: [panting, clutching at Eddieâs neck] âFeels good, Eddie.â [a harder grind down pushes Ninaâs underwear against her throbbing clit, causing her to softly whine] âReally good.â Eddie: [mumbled into her hair and shoulder, inhaling her deeply, guiding her hips] âKeep going, baby.â Nina: [her head hangs back, hair trailing down her back as she moans, squirming against Eddieâs thigh] âOh god.â [her hands roam across his shoulders and chest; she bites her lip] âYouâve got such a nice body, honey.â [rubbing his chest, eyes filled with lust as her hand trails down his torso] Eddie: [in awe, flushed, achingly hard] âYou think so?â Nina: [dreamily, breathless] âI know so.â [her hand goes to his face, stroking his cheek, staring deeply into his eyes] âSo handsome.â [chewing her lip, eyes closing, Eddieâs relishes in her expression] âLike having you under me.â [Eddie moans and grips her hips tighter, pushing and pulling her against his thigh, her chest heaves with her exertion.]Â
[Ninaâs hand reaches to the roof of Eddieâs van, searching for something to dig her nails into, pleasure coursing through her. Eddie kisses and bites at her neck and her soft moans become louder and more frequent, her grinding harder.]Â
Eddie: [mesmerised, hands on Ninaâs hips to guide her movements] âYouâre so wet Nina, can feel it on my leg. You like riding my thigh, princess?â  Nina: âI do, Eddie, fuck!â Eddie: âSo perfect, such a good girl.â Nina: [with wide eyes, aroused, moaning] âSay that again, Eddie.â Eddie: [darkly, half lidded, panting] âYou like me calling you a good girl?â [Nina whimpers in response, pressing herself down harder on Eddieâs thigh] Nina: [pleading] âPlease, baby.â Eddie: [relishing seeing Ninaâs reactions, confident, in awe] âCome on Nina, cum on my thigh like the good girl you are.â Nina: [resting her head on Eddieâs shoulder, desperate] âJesus, Eddie!âÂ
[Eddieâs head lulls on the headrest, eyes closed, breathing deeply as he tries to contain himself when Nina pants and whimpers in his ear; her breath tingling his damp skin. He wraps his arms around Ninaâs back, pulling her tight to him to stabilise her, biting and kissing her neck as she grinds on him, determined to push Nina over the edge.]Â
Nina: [moaning] âJesus, Eddie, fuck!â [she holds onto the car grab handle tightly, using it to stabilise herself as she grinds down harder on Eddieâs thigh] âIâm so close, oh god.âÂ
[He jumps to action and pulls Nina away from him to her surprise, yanking down the bra she wore to expose her breasts, confidently taking one in his hand and the other in his mouth. As Nina leans back in surprise, her hand catches the volume dial on the radio; the volume goes from quiet to loud, âI was made for loving youâ by KISS plays loudly in the car. Nina lets out a loud moan at Eddie sucking on her chest and her movements become harder and deeper, that tingly feeling in her insides becoming stronger]Â
Nina: âEddie, âm close, oh my god I wanna cum so bad, please baby, oh god!â Eddie: [mumbles into her breasts, he gently bites and pulls at her nipple, her eyes roll back] âLove hearing you beg for me, sweetheart.â Nina: [at breaking point] âEddie!â Eddie: [licking, kissing, biting her chest and neck, panting, wild, untamed, gripping her ass hard to force her movements when she begins to tire] âSay my name when you cum for me, lemme hear it, wanna hear it so badly.â Nina: [head flung back, desperate, so close] âFuck, Eddie!â Eddie: [determined, heart racing] âThatâs it baby, câmon, say it.â Nina: [gripping the hand rail tightly with one hand, the other clawing at Eddie, her thighs begin to shake] âEddie, Iâm coming, Iâm coming, oh god!â Eddie: [looking up at her as he kisses her chest, in awe] âGood girl, baby.âÂ
[That tips Nina over the edge]Â
Nina: âOh fuck, Eddie!â [her trembling thighs clamp down hard over Eddieâs, her body shaking with her orgasm, Eddie watches lustfully, in delight, trained on her every move. Her body blossoms as she orgasms, her shoulders pushed back, her chest pushed out towards Eddie, her head flung back in pleasure.]Â
Eddie: [softly groaning] âFuck.â [he relishes in watching Nina tremble above him, his own orgasm catching him by surprise as his stomach tenses, thighs twitch and balls heave as he cums in his boxers, his throbbing cock aching and twitching in his boxers] âOh fuck, Jesus.âÂ
Nina: (dazed) âDid you justâŚâÂ
Eddie: [breathless] âYeah, I did.âÂ
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[Eddie is finishing up in the bathroom. He spits out toothpaste into the sink, humming along to âI was made for loving youâ by KISS, stuck replaying on his head since the van. He can hear Nina laughing in the living room.Â
His eyebrows furrow with confusion as he hears Nina talking, along with another voice. He walks out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist.]Â
Wayne: ââŚAnd then he fell face first into the puddle of mud! It took his mother hours to get the mud out of his hair!â [looking up to see Eddie] âOh hey, Eddie!â Nina: [shyly, blushing at Eddie in just a towel, despite seeing him semi-naked before] âHey, Eddie.â Eddie: [surprised] âW-What are you doing here, Wayne?â Wayne: [grinning, knowing] âI got an early finish at the plant. We just ordered Chinese. Our regular place was closed so we had to order from somewhere else.â Eddie: [suspicious at Wayne] âYou got me the usual?â Wayne: âChow Mein with extra fried rice and-â Wayne and Nina at the same time: âDuck pancakes.â Nina: (smiling softly) âWe know.âÂ
[Eddie looks at them fondly, heart warmed.]Â
Eddie: âIâll be right back.âÂ
[Eddie gets changed into his pyjamas, smiling to himself as he hears laughter from Wayne and Nina in the living room. He joins them shortly after, plonking himself on the couch beside Nina, pulling her into him, her legs bent over his long legs.]Â
Wayne: âWhat are we watching then, kids?â Nina: âEvil Dead, then Chucky!â Wayne: [tutting, shaking his head] âThe tripe you kids watch nowadays, sheesh.â ----------------------------------------------------
Wayne: [with a mouth full of noodles, pointing at the television with his chopsticks, frowning] âSurely if they didnât read from the scary book, none of this would have happened.â Nina: [vindicated, excited] âThank you!âÂ
[Eddie rolls his eyes but canât hide the smile on his face]Â
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Nina: [knocking on the door, worried] âEddie? You okay in there?â [Eddie groans behind the door] âCan I come in?â [Eddie thumps the door closed, before vomiting again in the toilet] âIâve brought you some pain killers and water.âÂ
[She hears shuffling on the floor and the door opens ajar.]Â
Nina: [concerned] âHowâre you feeling?â Eddie: [pale, sweaty, clinging to the toilet bowl] âI donât think dodgy Chinese and lake water mix.âÂ
[Nina stifles a giggle and sets down the glass beside him, handing him the pain killers]Â
Nina: (teasing) âPretty sure youâre just chickenshit scared of the Evil Dead, thatâs all.âÂ
[Eddie laughs then groans, holding his stomach]Â
Eddie: âDonât make me laugh, it hurts.â [embarrassed, canât look Nina in the eye] âYou donât have to stay, itâs okay.â Nina: (softly) âWho else is going to hold your hair back?â [pushing the glass of water near him] âDrink.â [he gulps at the water greedily] âSip, honey, sip. Youâll hurt your stomach more.â [he begins to sip slowly, putting the glass down and gasping for air] âBetter?â Eddie: âA bit.â [he watches as Nina runs a cloth under cold water and sits beside him. He looks at her with doe eyes, feeling ashamed. He looks down, embarrassed, speaking self deprecatingly] âWas our first date everything you expected then?â Nina: [snorting] âIt was the best.â [She wipes the cold cloth over Eddieâs face and rests it on his forehead, he sighs happily] âOne of the most eventful first dates Iâve had.â [Eddie snorts bitterly, looking down] âI had a lot of fun though.â Eddie: (unsure, hopeful) âYeah?â Nina: (fondly) âYeah.â [wiping his brow, pushing his fringe back, Eddie avoids her eyes] âYou know how to show a girl a good time.â Eddie: [chuckling softly, eyes fluttering] âI do try.â Nina: (softer still) âYou donât even have to try.â [Eddie looks up, eyes glistening hopefully] âI had a great time, Eddie. Lake water, dodgy Chinese and all.â [she presses a kiss on his forehead, he smiles peacefully] âReady for bed?âÂ
[Eddie begins to move off the floor but groans]Â
Eddie: âNot yet, the floor is nice and cold and my stomach still hurts.â Nina: [patting her lap] âCome here then.âÂ
[Eddie lies down with his head in her lap, body curled into the foetus position on the floor. Nina gently presses the cold cloth against him as he sighs with content.]Â
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Wayne: âNight kids.â [he walks past the bathroom to find the light still on.] âKids?â [Pushing the door open a crack, he sees Eddie asleep on the floor, head on Ninaâs lap, Nina asleep against the cold tile wall of the bathroom. Wayne shakes his head, amused, talking to himself] âWell, Eddie, I approve.â [he turns off the bathroom light] âGoodnight.âÂ
A/N: So sorry this chapter took so long to come out! I'm genuinely sick of the sight of it now, it took so long to write and so long to edit! Hopefully chapter 12 will be easier!
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Billy Still Doesn't Know
virgin!eddie x experienced!reader
summary: you and Eddie make up after that disasterous night and very quickly become friends with benefits. But problems arise when you starts to have feelings for the metal head. Billy quickly gets winds of your arrangement and decides to call the both of you out at Nancy's party.
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (m receiving) sub!eddie, dom!reader, exhibitionism, anal, public sex, Billy just generally being a dick and abusive, but that's not new, use of nicknames (baby, good boy, honeybee) hurt/comfort, mild violence, mention of an abortion, mention of reader's rough home life (verbal abuse)
100% inspired by the song âScotty Doesnât Knowâ by Lustra!
part one
You stare at the ceiling as you try to fall asleep, the events of the night running through your head on a continuous loop. Guilt is causing a pit in your stomach to form, bile rising in your throat as the look on Eddieâs face stays in your mind, making you feel even worse. It wasnât his fault. He was trying to do what he had thought you had liked and you freaked out. You panicked.
No one had ever bothered to care about things like that when it came to you so when someone finally did, it felt weird. Foreign. Eddie wasn't the problem, that much you were sure of. It was all you. Letting Billy into your life had created so many problems for you, especially mentally so it made hanging out with anyone normal difficult.
You hadn't actually wanted to leave, but it was a trauma response, something you always did with Billy so it was just second nature when anything went wrong. And unlike Billy, Eddie just let you go. Why, though? Why didn't he chase after you? Why didn't he demand you to stay like Billy would have?
Because Eddie wasn't Billy. Not in the slightest. He let you go because he felt like he was the right thing to do and didn't want to cross your boundaries. You thought a part of you knew that but you still wished he had asked you to stay.
You wanted him to get on his knees, holding your hands in his as he pleaded, begging for you to stay the night. And he would have invited you into his room where the two of you would have cuddled in his bed for the rest of the night.
Now you were starting to feel like a bitch for how things had ended. Because what had Eddie done except be an absolute gentleman? And now you had hurt him so badly that he hadn't even called you before bed like he always did.Â
Your seat in the pre-calculus class that you share with Eddie is empty when he walks into first period. Heâs internally panicking, but he plays it off as he sits in his assigned seat behind yours, pulling out the things he needs for the class, feeling his heart sink as he realizes that the events of the night before were so bad that he had made you not want to come to school.Â
And he feels horrible, that feeling in his gut gnawing, eating at him, the clenching feeling getting even tighter, almost as if a boa constrictor had been wrapping around his midsection. He swears heâs going to throw up, putting his hand over his mouth to try to hold it back, but then you walk into the room, looking a little worse for wear with your head down as you hurry to your seat before Ms. O'donnell started the class.Â
Eddie wasnât paying attention to her, though, and neither were you. And you were clearly out of it because you hadnât even noticed that he was staring at you, leaning over ever so slightly to the right so he could see your face.Â
âIâm sorry Mr. Munson,â he hears Ms. OâDonnellâs voice, and immediately turns in her direction, completely oblivious to the fact that heâs about to fall out of his chair. âIs my lesson boring you? Because clearly you seem to be very interested in Miss l/n.âÂ
âNo maâam,â he shakes his head vigorously and doesnât miss the way you slide down in your chair, pulling the hood of your hoodie up over your head in embarrassment. âPlease, continue.â
Miss OâDonnell continues the lesson and neither you nor Eddie are paying her any attention. You both are in your own little worlds, still thinking about the night before. And if youâre being honest, you kind of hate how heâs acting like his usual self this morning.Â
You were half expecting him to apologize even though you know you donât deserve it. What does he have to apologize for anyway? Being a total sweetheart? If anyone should be apologizing, itâs you. And thereâs no way youâre going to do that because vulnerability terrifies you.Â
And you absolutely hate confrontation, hating having to put your feelings out there when you have a problem. You can still see your father yelling at you when you politely asked him to turn the TV volume down so you could sleep. You know thatâs the reason why you are the way that you are. And hanging around Billy only made it worse, the similarities between the two men not lost on you.
And you know Eddie well enough to know that all he wants to do is put it all in the past. Thatâs what heâs done with the few spats that youâve had and know that this isnât any different. But heâs waiting for you to make the first move like he always does, because thatâs just who he is. Eddie respects your boundaries and never wants to push, so thatâs why this is getting to you.Â
Well, that and youâre so used to Billy being the one to blame that you want to pass it off to Eddie to make yourself feel better. Because if you donât accept the blame then itâs not your fault and then you donât have to carry your guilt around because letâs be honest, you have more than enough of that already.Â
But what you donât know is that Eddie fully believes that heâs to blame, that he had pushed you too far. That you have every right to be mad at him for what heâs done. He just wants to apologize and for the two of you to be friends again, but heâs afraid that this isnât something he can make up for with a song.Â
So he spends the entirety of first period trying to wrack his brain for some way to make it up to you even though he doesnât think any of it will be good enough. And just when he thinks he has something, the bell rings and you rush out of class, moving too fast for him to even catch up.
He gets out the door and youâre already halfway down the hallway, hurrying to your next class thatâs on the other side of the school. He wonât have time to catch up with you and go to his own class, so he decides heâll just talk to you at lunch.Â
But you donât sit with him. In fact, youâre not even in the cafeteria. He knows because heâs checking every five minutes, his eyes darting between all the doors and the lunch line, just to make sure he hasnât missed you. He knows how crazy he looks, but everyone already thinks he is so that doesnât bother him. All he cares about is finding you and telling you how sorry he is about last night.Â
Youâre not in the cafeteria because youâre in the newsroom with Robin and Nancy. You owe it to yourself to have a little girl time and forget about all the boy drama thatâs been surrounding you for quite some time. Youâve only recently gotten close to them and appreciated that they let you into their group no question.Â
They had been nothing but nice to you despite your reputation as a âmean girlâ as that hadnât been who you really were. It was just a facade that you had put on to push people out, and clearly it hadnât worked as well as you had hoped.
Theyâd been for you when you complained about Billy and now they were trying to help you out with your situation with Eddie. They know how important he is to you and the both of you have become such important parts of the friend group and they hate to see either of you so upset, especially when it comes to being upset in regards to each other.Â
You didnât give them all the details of what happened because you felt like it was giving too much information, but you definitely alluded to what had happened and how you had left and how horrible you felt about hurting Eddie and that you were afraid that he was mad at you.Â
âYou know that Eddie is way too easy going to be mad at you,â Nancy told you as she rested her hand on top of yours. âAnd neither of you did anything wrong anyway. Itâs all just a big misunderstanding. Iâm sure if you talk to him about it and explain where youâre coming from, this whole mess will be fixed.â
You can always count on Nancy to give you good advice. You know sheâs right, but that doesnât mean youâre going to listen. Youâre just going to thank her and then continue to avoid Eddie like the plague for the rest of the school year until the both of you graduate. Itâs whatâs for the best, you think, deciding that it just wasnât meant to be.Â
âI donât know why you bother, Nanc,â Robin rolls her eyes. âWe all know sheâs not going to listen to you and continue to ignore Eddie, running back to Billy as if last night never happened.âÂ
Youâve always hated how well Robin can read you. Because sheâs exactly right. Well, except for going back to Billy. Youâve been done with him for a while and now youâre finally going to rip off the band aid after school.Â
âNo,â you deny. âIâm going to break things off with him after school.â
âWhat about Eddie?â God, youâre tired of talking about him. You were only doing so because they had brought him up. You just wanted to forget about him even though it was impossible for you to do so. The metal head had taken up your thoughts every single second of every day since you had started hanging out. So much so that you had even started imagining his face when Billy was fucking you, always so close to moaning his name. And now youâve pushed him away.
âWhat about Eddie, Nancy? He doesnât want to talk to me.â Youâre shrinking into yourself and you know that you sound like a broken record, but you canât help it.Â
âAlright,â Robin sighs, scooting her chair close to yours, looking you dead in the eyes, her own forming into a glare. âSince no oneâs going to be honest with you, I will.â
âGo ahead,â you tell her, trying to show that you can handle it, but deep down, youâre terrified that sheâs going to say something way out of pocket. That youâre going to have to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and cry afterwards.Â
âYou left last night because people always leave you so you wanted a head start. You know Eddie wonât do that and thatâs why youâre scared. Because heâs seen all your flaws and still wants to hang out with you. Youâre not used to that.â
Sheâs right and your eyes widen as she speaks, realizing how well she had hit the nail on the head. You scoot out of your seat and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you just as the bell rings, signaling the end of class.Â
Anger courses through you as you stomp to your locker at the end of the day. Youâre supposed to catch a ride home with Nancy and Robin since Eddieâs usually your ride, but you decide to just take the bus since you donât have your other options.Â
Well, you could if you stopped being so stubborn and actually talked about your feelings, but you canât so you wonât. You want to be alone anyway, to drown your sorrows in a gallon of ice cream while you finally let yourself cry about everything.Â
You get to your locker as the doors at the end of the school burst open. You turn to see who it is and immediately bury your face into your locker, the door hiding your face as you do so. Go, could this day get any worse?
You hear Billy before you see him, his boots stomping down the hallway, getting closer and closer to you and you want nothing more than for the floor to swallow you whole. You know why heâs there and you really want to put off speaking to him. Youâve had far too much drama for the day and just want to go home.Â
âBaby,â he says with a smile and the nickname makes your skin crawl. You continue to grab your things from your locker and stuff them into your backpack as if heâs not there. And that pisses Billy off. He hates when you act like he doesnât matter, especially when heâs been so generous as to give you his cock almost every night. You looking at him is the least he deserves.Â
âYou didnât call me after last night.â He moves around the door to stand behind you, his cock rubbing against your ass. That would normally work on you, but not today, not anymore. Youâre done with him and need to finally tell him the truth. You canât keep going back to him. Heâs not good for you, but youâve gotten addicted to the way he makes you feel. And once the high wears off, youâre left feeling gross and used and you donât want to feel like that anymore.
âI donât want to talk to you, Billy,â you respond and his hand slams against the locker, causing it to close, the rate at which it slams closed causing a breeze to move across your face. You pull your hand away in the knick of time and before you can get away, Billy grabs onto your face, squeezing your cheeks in his hand.Â
âYou look at me when Iâm talking to you, bitch,â he commands and you wince at the pain that heâs causing. You really wish that more people were around to witness what was happening, but the halls are empty since itâs the end of the day.
âBilly,â you say firmly, trying to get out of his grasp, but he just squeezes harder, that fire from yesterday filling his eyes again. âLet go.â
âNo,â he spits. âYouâre going to listen.â He steps closer so his face is only inches from yours and youâre more annoyed with him than anything. He doesnât scare you anymore and youâre going to stand up to him for once and for all.
âNo,â you finally push him off you.-
Eddie hurries down the hallway to the room where he hosts Hellfire, knowing that heâs last, but heâs relieved when no oneâs waiting outside the door. Miss OâDonnell had found him after the bell had rung and reminded him that he was to report to her class after school the next day for tutoring. Heâs so close to getting a passing grade, all he needs is to pass the test on Friday and heâs golden.Â
Heâs smiling to himself about the whole thing when he turns to see that youâre talking to Billy. The knife twists and now heâs sick to his stomach as he watches the whole thing. It looks like youâre arguing. And heâs invested as soon as he sees you throw a key onto the floor and it lands right at Billyâs feet. Billy picks it up and if looks could kill, youâd be dead.Â
He canât hear your conversation, but he just knows itâs ugly by the body language. He wants to help, take a punch for you to show you how much he cares for you, but he wonât. He doesnât have the chance to because Dustin, Mike, and Lucas are standing behind him, waiting to be let inside.Â
 âWhat is this?â Billy asks He knows what it is, but he wants you to say it. He wants to hear the words come from your mouth, because as soon as you say them, heâs not going to hook up with you anymore. The door will be closed and heâs gonna move another girl up to the list to take your coveted spot as his number three.Â
âYou know what it is,â you say as you cross your arms over your chest. His blood is boiling now as he realizes what it means. This is so embarrassing to him. Heâs always the one who cuts ties, not the other way around. He thought that you loved. Thatâs why he kept you around. You were just someone to boost his ego and do whatever he asked because you worshiped the ground he walked on.Â
Heâs never loved you, heâs never loved anyone and heâs always made sure to remind you of that when youâve done something nice for him, like doing the dishes when you knew it was his night to do so and he had forgotten, so focused on taking you to bed.Â
He owes you nothing and supposes that you owe him nothing in return, because deep down, this whole thing is strictly transactional. He knows that you can go fuck any guy he wants, but heâs nothing but a jealous man to his core so heâll make sure heâs the only one whoâs gotten inside you then turn right around and fuck some other girl within the same hour of having fucked you.Â
Billy pockets the key then steps forward again, his eyes narrowing into slits as he looks you up and down one last time. He doesnât like the look on your face. He would have thought youâd be crying, begging him to take you back, but you just look unbothered, almost relieved.
âThis is your last chance, bitch,â he says, pointing his finger in your face and you just stare at him with a nod. He then pushes past you, storming towards the door in a fit of rage, the door slamming behind him as he flees the school, heading to his car to figure who heâs going to replace you.
Youâre crying now and Eddieâs watching, completely distracted by whatâs going on, everything he was thinking about entirely abandoned in his brain to make space for you just like always. You stand there as sobs rake through you and he wants nothing more than to take you into his arms while he strokes your hair and tells you that everything is going to be okay.Â
âEddie?â Dustin waves his hand in front of Eddieâs face, but heâs still dazed. Heâs so focused on you that nothing else matters. Not even Hellfire, and the boys know just how important that is to him.Â
To the boysâ surprise, he just utters the words âHellfireâs canceled today,â and before they can even process what heâs said, heâs taking off down the hallway to catch up with you as youâre heading to the doors. But heâs able to stop you before you get there, skidding to a stop in front of you.Â
Your sniffling stops as you look up at him, wiping away your tears as you take him in, his wide brown eyes and his mouth thatâs slightly agape as he wracks his brain for something to say. He was so focused on preventing you from leaving that he wasnât thinking about what he had to say.Â
You both stare at each other, waiting to see who makes the first move, both of you nervous as shit to be the first one to speak, so you say nothing, the halls eerily quiet without all the chatter of students or lockers and doors closing. Itâs just the two of you and the rising tension sitting there between you, begging to be acknowledged.Â
You wouldnât even know what to say. Your tongue is tied and the only thing you want to say you just canât get yourself to. And to your surprise, Eddie is just as quiet. Just great, youâve somehow managed to render the boy who never shuts the fuck up speechless.
He can tell that youâre thinking as he can practically see the gears turning. Youâre always so in your head and he hates that for you. That you always overthink everything to the point where it all takes over your thoughts. He knows youâve been thinking about what happened last night since it happened and he wants to get you out of your head. To make you understand that itâs not your fault. You had every right to act the way you did. He couldnât be mad at you if he tried and he knows you know that so he has no idea why youâve been avoiding like the goddamn plague.Â
The words are on the tip of his tongue and you can see it. His mouth opens to speak, but for some reason, you donât want to hear it. You donât want to talk about it, you just want to tell him that the whole thing is in the past and you can move on like it didnât happen.Â
But when Eddie bites the bullet to speak, you just shake your head and hurry past him, but he catches your wrist before you can leave, pulling you to him as his hand rests on the small of your back. His hand reaches up to push some hair away from your face and then it cups your cheek, forcing you to look into his warm bambi eyes.
âStay,â he whispers and all you can do is nod as your lips part. He licks his own and an âIâm sorryâ tumbles from his lips. Theyâre said with purpose, emphasis on each word to show you how much he means them.Â
âNo,â you shake your head. âIâm sorry Eddie. I fucked up and I-â
âShh, honeybee,â he murmurs as his lips press to your forehead. âJust let me hold you, okay?â
All you can do is bury your face into his neck, tears streaming down your cheek once again. His hands move up and down your back in a comforting manner as he whispers nothing but soothing words in your ear, wanting to make sure that you know that happened last night is all in the past. He just wants to be there for you right now.Â
You pull back to look at him and his features are nothing but soft, a small smile kicking up at the corner of his mouth as he wipes away your tears before pulling you in for another hug, squeezing you tight, deciding that heâd hold you in his arms for the rest of his life it was possible so youâd never get hurt again.Â
âHeâs such a fucking dick,â he mutters, his hands still rubbing lazy circles along your back. âGod, I should have punched him when I had the chance.â
âWhy would you do that?â You ask, your voice small. No one has ever done anything like that for you so youâre wondering why itâs Eddie who wants to be the one to defend your honor.
âBecause I care about you,â he replies as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb moving back and forth along it gently.Â
âYou do?â
âOf course I do, honey.â Heâs laughing now, but not at you. Itâs in disbelief because he canât truly canât believe that you donât know that heâd take a bullet for you. Youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to him and just the mere thought of possibly losing you last night made him sick to his stomach. He needs you to know how he feels right now so that youâll stay. That youâll know that he values what the two of you have, his friendship with you meaning more to him than youâd ever know.Â
The nickname warms your heart and youâre so overwhelmed with feelings that you donât fully realize what youâre doing until your lips are on his. Eddie gasps into your mouth but eventually melts into, his lips capturing yours and heâs somehow become a natural overnight, kissing you like he had been doing it all his life.Â
âIâm sorry,â you mumble over and over against his lips and he just shushes you, his lips slotting between yours again, his arms tightening around your waist to pull you even closer as yours wrap around his neck. Heâs smiling against your lips because he really canât believe heâs kissing you, let alone in the empty school hallway because most of the girls would laugh or even want to throw up at the mere thought of kissing him. But youâre not most girls, he supposes.Â
The kiss progressively gets more heated as his tongue flicks into your mouth as your fingers find their way into his hair and then suddenly, youâre in the boys bathroom, backing yourselves into a stall. As soon as you lock the door, Eddie presses you against it and you love the way heâs taking charge, this newfound confidence he has. But you donât want him to feel like he has to do this just to make up for last night.
You push him away and quickly speak to quiet all of the fears you can see swirling around in his head just by the look on his face. Your hands are on his face so he has no choice but to look at you and for a second, you swear heâs going to cry.Â
âLetâs slow down, baby. Nice and slow, okay?â You ask and he nods. âNope, none of that,â you shake your head. Iâm not mad at you. I never was. It was all just some miscommunication.â
âMiscommunication?â He supposes that is the right word for the situation
âYou think Iâm mad at you and I think youâre mad at me, but thatâs not the case. Letâs get something clear right now, alright?â You ask and he nods again. âI had a great time last night. Genuinely, and Iâm not saying this just to make you feel better, alright? Youâre the best Iâve ever had.â
His eyes widen at your confession as he wasnât expecting it in the slightest. No fucking way. You have to be pulling his leg. But you wouldnât lie to him, right? Especially not about that kind of thing. Holy shit, heâs really better than Billy? That man has slept with pretty much every woman in Hawkins and somehow Eddie has been the best youâve ever had? If he was anything like Billy, heâd be rubbing it in his face.Â
âWow,â Eddie nods, that dopey grin making its way upon his face and you want more than to pinch his cheeks because of how adorable he looks.Â
âItâs feeding your ego, isnât it, baby?â You ask and his cheeks flush. In response, he just kisses you again, his tongue sliding into your mouth again as his hands slide up your shirt. You test the waters by wrapping your lips around it and giving it a rough suck and you feel your panties getting soaked as a whine escapes the back of his throat. God, what you would give to suck him off.Â
You can feel his cock getting hard against your crotch and quickly pull away, bringing your bottom lip between your lips as your gaze slowly moves down to where his dick is tenting in his pants.Â
âI can take care of that if youâd like,â you smile, putting on a flirtatious tone and Eddie nods enthusiastically.
âGod, please,â he whines. You unzip his pants and pull them along with his underwear down to his ankles before getting on your knees. You look him in the eyes to make sure heâs okay and he nods enthusiastically.Â
You then take him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around the head, hollowing your cheeks as you give him a rough suck. Eddieâs hands press against the side of the stall as he lets out a loud moan.Â
Your hand wraps around the base as your other one grabs onto this thigh, holding him in place. His head leans back as his eyes shut tight, feeling pleasure that not even how penchant can give him.Â
âFuck fuck fuck,â he hisses as you take more of him into your mouth, letting your tongue moved up and down the shaft as you try to as much of him as you can.Â
Heâs already close, you can feel it.Â
âJesus Christ,â he whines as his knees start to buckle. Youâre holding onto both of his legs now as you try to keep him steady. He hasnât got that far to go as he needs his release.Â
Heâs practically screaming as he reaches his orgasm, cum leaking into your mouth as someone bursts through the bathroom door. You can hear chatter coming from outside the stall, but you continue as Eddie freezes, putting his hand over his mouth to muffle yet another moan.Â
Itâs Jason and his buddies, you can tell by their voices as youâve hung out with them more times than you can count because they all seem to want to get into Billy���s weird little club.Â
âWell, look what weâve got here, boys,â Jason laughs. âLooks like weâve got ourselves a blowie in action.â And in response to that, the rest of them start a commotion, banging on the door and jiggling the lock back and forth as they taunt you.Â
âCâmon out,â Andy laughs as he rattles the door and as the rest of them are taunting, Jason stands on the toilet in the stall next to yours to get a look at whoâs behaving badly and he lets out a gasp as he takes in Eddieâs flushed cheeks.Â
You turn to Jason and glare and he lets out a laugh as the jokes just seem to write themselves. Eddie âthe freakâ Munson and Billyâs girl? Oh, it all was just too good.Â
You swallow and stand to your knees, still making eye contact with Jason as you get off your knees, pushing yourself against Eddie as he gets himself dressed, his cheeks fully bright red.Â
âWhy donât you take a picture, Carver?â You ask as you exit the stall and Eddie follows behind you once heâs dressed. âItâll last longer.âÂ
He just glares and goes to get off the toilet, but his foot slips and lands in the bowl, a string of curse words falling from his lips. You, Eddie, and the others hurry to see whatâs happened and you canât help but laugh at the sight before you.Â
âWell, isnât karma just a bitch?â You shake your head. âI bet the rest of the team would love to hear about how you and your buddies are into voyeurism,â you wink as Jason pulls his foot out of the toilet, his shoe squelching as he hurries to grab some paper towels.Â
You follow and stand right next to him, not afraid to get in his face. Eddie is right up against you, using your as a shield and you donât mind one bit. You love to protect him and love that he feels safe with you.Â
âAnd youâll think of this when you want to tell Billy. And besides,â you shrug before moving over to the mirror, pulling a tube of lipstick from your backpack before applying the color to your lips then blot it out with your finger. âWe wouldnât want Chrissy to know about the Polaroids in your locker, would we?âÂ
You can see that heâs violently angry and he raises his hand, but your grab hold of his wrist before it can touch you. You whip around, your lips twisting into a smirk as you bend his arm backwards.Â
âYou canât do shit and you want to know why? Because I have shit on not only you, but all of your boys here and the rest of the basketball team. So I would think about your actions very carefully. Because you walk around here like youâve got the biggest dick but honestly, I think thatâs just wishful thinking as Iâve unfortunately seen it and letâs just say it leaves a lot to be desired.âÂ
You hold up your pinky and the rest of the boys all make a commotion at your size reference. Theyâre all cackling and you just smile as Jason seethes with anger, his cheeks burning red.Â
With that, you let his arm go and Jason and the rest of the guys file out of the bathroom, making sure to push past Eddie as they do so, calling him a freak as well as other names before theyâre all out in the hallway, leaving the two of you alone.Â
You look at him and think heâs gonna shrink in on himself, but heâs just smiling at you like an idiot as he steps closer to you, his hands moving to rest on your hips.Â
âEddie, Iâm so-â you go to apologize but his lips are on yours before you can.Â
âThatâs the hottest fucking thing Iâve ever seen,â he mumbles against yours lips. âGod, I love when you take charge like that. It makes me-â he pauses, suddenly feeling embarrassed.Â
âMakes you what?â You ask and in response, he pulls you close and presses his bulge against your crotch, showing you exactly what he means. âOh-â you gasp and look into his eyes that are getting darker by the second.Â
âWhy donât we go back to your place and finish what we started last night, hm?âÂ
âGod, please,â he whines and you take him by the hand, leading him out to the parking lot where his van sits.Â
Eddie honestly canât believe his luck as he hurries to open the passenger door for you. Shit, the prettiest girl in Hawkins wants to go back to his place and fuck him? He wants to know what heâs done in his past life in order to have deserved that.Â
You get into the van before he closes the door and you canât help but notice the tension and how different it is. The van is filled with nothing but sexual tension when Eddie gets inside and you want nothing more than for him to take you right there, but you know he wonât, not in public.Â
You throw your backpack in the floorboard while Eddieâs ends up somewhere in the back before he starts the engine, pulling out of his space, speeding out of the parking lot and down the road.Â
He really wants to speed like always, but heâs got precious cargo, so heâs going to slow down just to be sure youâre safe. He reaches over and turns the dials of the radio up as a metal song you somewhat recognize comes on.Â
You must admit that it feels very weird to go back to being good friends as if last night hadnât happened at all, but youâre grateful for it, hoping that now it can all be in the past so you can focus on the present. That seems to be what Eddie wants to do anyway. And youâre more than happy to oblige.Â
You still canât believe that out of all of the women in Hawkins that youâre the one he wants to be his first. But then again, maybe you can. Heâs told you on more than one occasion that he trusts you more than anyone and that he considers you to be his best friend.Â
To you, sex is sex, a meaningless transaction between two people thatâs nothing but for the sole purpose of using each other for their bodies. But to Eddie, you know itâs much more than that. He wants his first time to mean something. You wanted the same thing for yourself, but all you got was a quick fuck in the backseat of Billyâs car and it was over before you could even process what was happening.Â
It was something you felt like you had to do in order to make Billy like you, so heâd keep you around. And he was always so selfish in bed, taking and taking from you, not even caring if you were enjoying yourself. It eventually got to the point where you started faking it and he was none the wiser since he was so caught up in his own pleasure.Â
Just from last night, though, you know what sex with Eddie will be different. He actually seems to care about what you like and had even been beating himself up because of how he had done too much too fast. You wanted to enjoy yourself, but ultimately, you wanted to make sure that this was a perfect first time for him.Â
The van pulls up the familiar trailer and Eddie grabs his backpack before hurrying to your side and helping you out of your seat. Hand in hand, you head into the trailer where Wayne is sitting at the table, eating what looks like an early dinner before he has to go to work.Â
Wayne has easily become a father figure to you since your parents arenât really around and he treats you like youâre part of the family. Even though he doesnât have a lot to give you since heâs always tight on money, he still reminds you that whatâs his is yours. Because in his mind, this is your safe place, the spot you go to when you need to get away from your house. And heâs always there with a mug of his famous hot chocolate and a warm hug. If itâs especially bad, heâll have Eddie run down to Family Video to rent your favorite movie so itâs ready when you show up.Â
He beams when you walk through the door before grabbing his jacket to head out the door. As heâs putting it on, you approach him, waiting until heâs done to pull him into a tight hug. His arms immediately wrap around you and he gives you a tight squeeze as you bury your face into his chest. Itâs moments like these where you feel the most safe. Because being in Wayneâs arms takes away the nightmares. And you suppose like uncle like nephew because the same always happens with Eddie too.Â
âWell, you two kids have fun,â he says once you pull away, moving to ruffle Eddieâs hair. âI left some money for pizza on the counter. And donât stay up too late, you hear me? You two still have school tomorrow.â Thatâs right. Itâs only Monday.Â
With that, Wayne flees the trailer, leaving you and Eddie alone once again. Eddie heads into the kitchen to pick up the phone to call the pizza place and you stand next to him as he speaks, ordering the usual that you always share.
You look up at him as he wraps the cord around his hand, something he always does to stimulate his brain. And you love all of his cute little quirks like that. If itâs not the phone cord, heâs fiddling with his fingers, sometimes yours when you let him hold your hand when heâs particularly overwhelmed.Â
Heâs not the guy everyone says he is, that much is true. People just donât like thatâs so unapologetically himself. Heâs nothing but sweet and kind and you hate that everyone just jumps to conclusions because he plays a game with his friends.
 You wish they could all see what you do, but you know they wonât. Theyâre all so stuck in their ways that they wonât even stop for a second to consider that maybe theyâre in the wrong. But it doesnât matter anyway because you kind of want him all to yourself.
Eddie hangs up the phone then looks at you, his mind wandering to all the things you could show him. And he wants you to. He wants so badly to finish off where you started off last night. After all, wasnât that why you were there in the first place?
And before he can think too much about it, his lips are on yours as his hands grab onto whatever he can get to first and that happens to be your cheeks. It starts off soft and sweet but then he gets more rough with it, his hands sliding into your hair as they press into your scalp. Heâs kissing you like heâs been doing it his whole life and you canât help but get lost in him, the feeling of his lips on yours absolutely addicting.Â
You grab hold of his hands and heâs concerned about how much he likes feeling yours in his. Theyâre always soft and warm compared to his cool, rough ones. Youâre giving him a look and he knows you have something important to say because youâve got that look. The one that always means that you have something important to say.Â
But he doesnât mind. In fact he likes it. He likes seeing this side of you, the side thatâs not afraid to take charge, stealing exactly what it is that you want from him. Youâre needy and hungry and goddamn are your lips addicting.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â you murmur as your hands slide up his shirt. âAnd youâre such a good boy. Gonna be a good one for me tonight?â You ask as Eddieâs hands white knuckle the edge of the counter since he doesnât know what to do with his hands.Â
âMhm,â he nods, too caught up in the way your tongue slides into his mouth. He remembers what you had done last night and wraps his tongue around it, giving it a rough suck that elicits a whine to fall from your lips.Â
He likes the way it sounds and you can tell because you can feel him harden slightly against you. You think heâs going to ask to take it to the next step, but he doesnât, his lips finding yours again as your hands stay against his bare back, not roaming around like he wants them to.Â
And now youâre pulling him close to you, wrapping your arms around his neck as youâre backing out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom, closing the door behind you. Your hands are moving higher and higher as Eddie pulls away, lifting his arms so you can remove his shirt and you do, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside before you pull him to you again, taking his hands in yours and looking him in the eyes.Â
âIf I do something you donât like or you just want to stop, let me know. And on the opposite of that, if I do something you do like, donât be afraid to make noise. In fact, the louder the better.â
âI understand,â he nods, threading your fingers together. âThank you for making me feel good. That means a lot to me. And Iâll do whatever you want. This is just as much about you as it is about me.â
Your cheeks heat at his words, feeling your heart warm. You had only ever slept with one person and he never did what you wanted. So while Eddieâs words make you feel special, you canât help but think about how foreign they sounded.Â
âYouâre so sweet,â you smile, fighting back your tears as you pull him in for another kiss, this one more needy, more hungry than your others. He licks into your mouth and lets it roam around, wanting to taste every single inch of it, wanting to familiarize himself with it.Â
âUndress me,â you mumble against his lips and he pauses, pulling away from you as his eyes widen. The words have come out so naturally as if it was something you had asked him to do all the time. He saw you naked last night, but this is different. He hadnât really been thinking about it, thinking more about how he was inside you and what he was supposed to do. He was really going to appreciate you now.
He feels nervous but excited as he raises his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling up on it and you lift your arms so he can pull it over your head, revealing a black bra that he canât stop staring at. He then pulls himself out of his trance and moves on to your jeans. You can see his hands shaking and you want nothing more than to pull him into a hug.Â
âOh, you poor thing,â you say, bringing your hands up to rest on top of his. âCâmere,â you hold your arms out and heâs quick to pull you against him, his head resting on your chest while his arms wrap around your waist.Â
âThereâs no need to be nervous, baby,â you tell him as you bring your hand up to stroke his hair the way you know he likes. âItâs just me.âÂ
But thatâs the thing, Eddie thinks. Itâs just you. Youâre the most beautiful woman heâs ever seen and you can sleep with any guy you want, so why him? Whyâs he so special? Heâs got a lot of insecurity surrounded by not being wanted, so you wanting himâŚin this way, is making him feel out of place.Â
âYeah, exactly,â he replies, pulling back to look at you. âIt's you. Youâre beautiful and could have any guy you want. So why me, y/n?â Heâs pouting as he lowers his head and you want to kiss him stupid, to take him right there on his bed to show him just how much this means to you and that heâs not just someone you want to cross off a list.Â
You know heâs asking a genuine question, but you canât help but laugh. You thought it was obvious. Heâs your best friend and all you want to do is make him feel good. You want to tell him about how often youâve thought about him in that way. That youâve thought about him almost every time youâve slept with Billy, just wishing that Eddie had taken his place
âYou wanna know why I chose you?â You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck and he just nods. âBecause youâre sweet,â you press a kiss to his cheek. âAnd kind.â His other cheek. âAnd adorable.â This one is pressed to his nose and he feels his cheeks flush with all of the compliments. âAnd not to mention stupidly hot.â The last kiss is for his lips and he quickly melts into you, his hands moving up to your bra as that was all the convincing he needed. He somehow unhooks it with ease then steps away so it can fall between the two of you.Â
When he takes your naked torso, he lets out a gasp at how absolutely breathtaking you look. He lets his eyes rake over you, stopping at your tits, really taking the time to check you out since he hadnât last night. Youâre definitely the most beautiful naked woman heâs seen, not that heâs seen as any in real life besides yours, but heâs still sure that heâs right.Â
âYou can touch me, Eddie,â you assure him. âItâs okay. I know you want to.â And he does, so badly. So he slowly reaches up and brings his hands up to them, letting you fix them so theyâre making the correct gesture.Â
His thumbs press against your nipples and you instruct him on what to do, moaning loudly as his thumbs move in circular motions, leaning into him as you do so. Heâs getting harder against you, feeling himself progressively tenting in his jeans as more moans fall from your lips as he continues to work.Â
The whole thing feels foreign to him, but you just feel so good in his mouth that he wants to continue. He hasnât been doing it for long, but he thinks he could easily do it for hours. Especially when youâre making such pretty sounds. And they sound even better in real life than they have in his dreams. Youâre so loud and heâs absolutely eating it up.
âThatâs it,â you moan. âJust like that-fuck.â Eddie doesnât know what heâs doing, but the next thing he knows, his mouth is on your nipple, his tongue swirling around it he gives it a rough suck. âSo youâve got foreplay down for sure,â you tell him through labored breaths.Â
His movements continue, sucking on your nipple as his tongue flicks against it, but then he decides to test the waters by bringing it between his teeth and that seems to unleash something in you. You moan so loudly and he just knows youâre coming by the way you arch your back, your nails scratching down his as your head falls backwards, his name coming out of your mouth in the most hot way heâs ever heard.Â
Heâs feeling cocky now as heâs successfully gotten you off. And he was able to do it with just his mouth so he thinks that has to mean something. He wonders if Billyâs ever done that, making you come so loudly even though he shouldnât be comparing himself to him. Things with you and Billy are clearly over, so he doesnât need to be thinking about him anymore. Heâs no longer a threat anymore.
âFuck, need you inside me,â you whine as youâre coming down from your orgasm. âTake off my pants. God, heâs bricked now and he finds himself needing to be inside you just as much as you do. So youâre both taking each otherâs pants off, struggling to do so, so you take your own pants off until youâre both in your underwear.Â
And the next thing you know, youâre both fully naked and Eddie is lying flat on the bed, all ready for you as you move to straddle him, but you pause before you can get into position. He sees a concerned look on your face and heâs quick to sit up, grabbing hold of your hips as he sits up, a look of concern flashing across his face as he prepares to do whatever you need, whatever he can to make that furrow of your eyebrows to go away.Â
âWhatâs wrong, honeybee?â He asks as his fingers move up and down your back gently.Â
âWe used my last condom last night, and obviously I didnât think this was going to happen, so-â You cut yourself off as you chew on your bottom lips. Eddie doesnât think heâs ever seen you this nervous and itâs internally panicking. Youâre usually so laid back about everything so he canât understand why something like not having a condom is causing you to stress.
âWe donât have to use one,â he says and clearly that was the wrong answer by the way you look at him. You havenât even done anything yet and heâs already fucked up again. But heâs willing to fix it. To do anything to see that pretty smile again.
âBut what about-â
âHey,â he cuts you off, his voice so soft and reassuring that you take a deep breath, trying so hard to match his energy. âItâs okay. I have one.â He leans over to his bedside table and pulls one out of the drawer and he sees you visibly relax as he presents it to you.
You open it and roll it onto him before topping him, the moan that falls from his lip sounding like music to your ears and you begin to ride him slow as his hips buck against yours at the same pace. Together, you move as one as you lean over him as your hands find his. You watch him come undone underneath you, grateful that itâs going much better than it did the night before.Â
âFuck, honeybee,â he whines. âThis is so much better than I was imagining.â Heâs cringing as soon as the words leave his mouth, but all you can do is smile.Â
âOh, so youâve been imagining it?â You tease, but really, youâre nothing but flattered. That heâs been thinking about it in the way that you have. âWell that makes two of us.âÂ
âAll the time,â he tells you. âWhen I go to bed, in the shower, even in-â heâs cut off by an orgasm rolling through him and you watch in amazement, fascinated as you watch him come absolutely undone beneath you.Â
Heâs a little embarrassed by how quickly heâs come, but you seem to be into it, encouraging him, talking him through it. And god does, this beat the nights where he has nothing but his lotion, sock and hand to keep him company. Now that heâs had the real thing, masturbation is never going to compare in his eyes.Â
âYeah, just like that, baby. Such a good boy for me, hm?â You coo and he swears heâs going to all over again just by hearing that nickname. He eats it up every time.Â
Just when youâre going to make him come again, thereâs a knock on the door, making the two of you pause. You had completely forgotten about the pizza as other things had taken over your mind. You let out a laugh then climb off Eddie before helping him sit up.Â
âIâll get it,â you tell him as you throw on his boxers and t-shirt before standing in front of him. âJust make sure to save room for dessert,â you tell him before pressing a kiss to his lips and then you disappear into the hallway while Eddie hurries to dispose of the condom and clean himself up before he finds another pair of boxers and t-shirt.Â
Once heâs dressed, he sits on the bed feeling nothing but giddy as heâs actually had sex with his dream girl. He collapses onto his bed with a contented sigh as he waits for you to come back. A grin is plastered on his face as he stares up at the ceiling and he can still feel himself inside of you. Heâs riding a high that drugs have never been able to give him and that orgasm was easily the best one heâs ever had.Â
You come back into the room looking like nothing but a dream and heâs looking at you like youâve hung the moon as you set the pizza box on the bed along with two plates and bottles of water.Â
You hand Eddie a plate and he doesnât think heâs ever been happier in his life. Youâve shared more meals together than you can count throughout your friendship but this one feels different. It feels more intimate, almost like youâre a couple but youâre clearly not. At least, thatâs what Eddie keeps reminding himself.Â
You sit right next to him and Eddie can feel your warmth emanating off your body. And seeing you in his clothes is doing something to him. Why is he more nervous to sit next to you than he was to sleep with you? Maybe itâs because itâs brought you closer, makes him realize just how in love with you he is even though he knows his feelings arenât reciprocated. And thatâs perfectly fine with Eddie. He doesnât care what you are to him as long as youâre in his life.Â
The two of you polish off the pizza then go for multiple rounds between Eddieâs sheets before you fall asleep in each otherâs arms. Eddieâs convinced thatâs the best sleep heâs ever gotten and he knows thatâs just because youâre there. Thereâs something about you that always seems to calm the screams that always circle his mind when heâs alone or with anyone whoâs not you.Â
And you sleep well too, deciding that youâll be able to do so as long as youâre in his arms, and you intend to be for as long as heâll have you. Itâs not like your parents will notice or care anyway. Theyâre either out for the night or arguing so loud that you canât focus on anything else. Eddieâs trailer is the one place where you feel like you can actually get some peace and quiet.Â
Ever since that night in Eddieâs trailer, the two of you have been fucking on any surface you can find. Youâve done it on his couch, the back of his van, the boysâ bathroom at school, the janitorâs closet, and even on the hellfire table when you had met up with him after the session. Itâs all just a cycle and neither of you can seem to get enough, as one of you is always initiating it and itâs always obvious where itâs going.Â
And even though itâs only been almost a week, Eddieâs become a natural. He somehow always knows what you want and when you want it, giving it to you with no question. He knows where to touch and what to say, god is he good at the dirty talk. He may be shy in public, but as soon as it's just the two of you, heâs got a filthy mouth.Â
But even when youâre not sleeping together, youâre still attached at the hip wherever you go. If youâre at his trailer, youâre cuddled up on the couch and at school, youâre either walking hand in hand or have your arms wrapped around each other. And when you canât see each other for whatever reason, youâre on the phone, yapping into the early hours of the morning when youâre definitely supposed to be asleep.Â
This is the happiest either of you have been and even though you donât exactly know what you and Eddie are, youâre just happy to have him around because of how happy he makes you. You know that the elephant in the room should be addressed, but youâre terrified to have that conversation. Youâve already had it with Billy and look where that got you.Â
Eddie knows thereâs something youâre not saying. He can see it in your mannerisms and even right on your face, but he doesnât want to pry. He doesnât want to get into your business because thatâs yours. He doesnât like to pry. But he wants to know what youâre thinking. He wants you to just come out and say it even though he canât get himself to ask. So you both just dance around the subject since your bodies do all of the talking anyway.Â
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You find yourselves in the back of Eddieâs van once again in the parking lot of the grocery store. You know how public it is, but that makes it even more exciting. Youâre on all fours as he fucks you from behind, his cock pounding into you as one of his hands is massaging your tit. Youâre facing the back so anyone could see pretty much all of you as they pass by, but itâs not like youâre looking anyway.Â
Your eyes are shut tight as continuous moans fall from your lips as Eddieâs encouraging you with the most filthy words. Heâs slowly fitting all of himself inside you inch by inch and even though you feel like youâre going to be torn apart, you hardly mind. In fact, you wouldnât have it any other way.Â
âSo good, Eddie, oh my god,â you whine.Â
âYeah, you like that, honeybee?â He asks as his fingers dig into your hips. You like how he still uses your sweet nickname that always juxtaposes his dirty words. You donât know where it came from, but it always seems to make your cold heart thaw just a little bit every time you hear it.Â
âMore,â you moan. âHarder.â He hesitantly does as you ask and pounds into you even harder, a louder moan falling from your lips as he does so.Â
Billy pulls into the parking lot, muttering to himself about how he always has to do everything. Of course Susan just had to be out of pumpkin for a recipe and of course she sent him to the store because Neil can never get off his lazy ass and do anything for his wife.Â
Heâs still muttering to himself about his shitty life when he sees a van rocking back and forth a few feet away. And because heâs a perv, he just has to see whoâs getting it on in the grocery store parking lot. He recognizes the van, but he canât figure out where from.Â
He approaches the back and peers in, feeling himself getting hard as heâs just thinking about seeing what he thinks he will. Whoever this chick is, sheâs hot, and the way she comes makes him feel tight in his jeans. Heâs seconds away from climbing in the van himself and taking over while he makes the bastard watch.
The girl looks familiar to him, though. Heâs definitely seen her but he canât quite pinpoint where. Maybe heâs fucked her? That seems likely considering heâs fucked pretty much all of the girls in HawkinsâŚand their moms. But then it all clicks in his brain as he sees you moan and now heâs angry, especially when he gets a glimpse of whoâs behind you.
You and Munson?
He thinks heâs going to be sick as his hands slam against the van, causing both of you to jump. But heâs gone when you two look up, continuing what your doing. Youâre reaching your orgasm and your moans are loud as your body starts to go limp.Â
You donât mean to say it, the words just come out because of how overwhelmed with pleasure you are. Itâs just three words, but they hold so much meaning, hold so much power.Â
âI love you,â you cry, and as soon as the words leave your mouth, you both pause, the sudden realization of what youâve said washing over the two of you. Eddieâs quick to pull out and he grabs your shoulders and twists you around, pinning you to the floor of the van so he can see your face.Â
You think heâs going to make a run for it, but he just stays there, staring down at you with his pretty brown eyes. And then a smile kicks up at the corners of his mouth and now heâs full on grinning. You cover your face in embarrassment, wanting to take it all back, but he grabs hold of your hands and pins them to the floorboard so you canât hide.Â
Eddie lowers himself down onto you and he pushes some of your sweaty hair away from your forehead, his grin faltering, but the smile is still very much there.Â
âI love you too, honeybee,â he replies as his lips find your cheek, then your other one, peppering your face in kisses as multiple âI love youâsâ come from his mouth, the giggles coming from yours sounding like music to his ears. âIâve loved you since the moment I saw you. But if weâre getting specific, it was that night we watched Carrie and you snuggled into my chest.â
âYouâve loved me that long?â You ask and he pecks your lips.Â
âI have,â he nods, his cheeks going pink as he lays his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair.Â
âI think Iâve loved you for a while, but I realized it when I left that night, thinking that you were mad at me and I realized how devastated I was to possibly not have you in my life.âÂ
You feel your heart hammering in your chest as you confess to him, the feeling of vulnerability making you feel sick. But that all disappears when he leans up to look at you, resting his chin on your chest as he smiles up at you.Â
Eddie knows how scary you find sharing your feelings so heâs honored that youâre being honest with him. That you value him so much that you feel like you can tell him what youâd never want to tell anyone else. And that just shows just how much you value him as a person.Â
âWow,â he replies with a smile.Â
âAnd I was thinkingâŚthat if youâre up for itâŚwe could go to Nancyâs party tomorrow night. As a couple.âÂ
Eddieâs smile grows even wider as he pins you to the floor one more time, peppering your face in kisses again, your laugh even louder this time.Â
âIâd love to,â he says as his lips find yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he smiles into the kiss. And the two of you stay like that for a while, until your lips are kiss-bitten and he lays his head on your chest again, thinking to himself that heâs finally done something right in his.Â
âThe blue one,â Eddie says as you hold up two dresses for him to choose. Heâs lying on your bed as you get ready for the party, staring at you with so much love, completely enthralled by your routine.Â
âThatâs the one I wanted you to pick,â you reply as you pull it off the hanger and throw it over your head. Eddie is quick to stand behind you and he zips up your dress, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he does so.Â
âYou look beautiful,â he says. âBut you know where it would look even better?â He asks, his lips right by the shell of your ear. âOn the floor,â he whispers and his hot breath sends a chill up your spine. âWe could stay in,â he presses another kiss to your shoulder, moving up to your neck.Â
âEddie,â you laugh and turn around so youâre facing him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands rested on your waist. âWe have to go,â you tell him. âI promised Nancy.â
âAlright,â he sighs. âBut you owe me after.âÂ
âOf course I do,â you nod and press a kiss to his lips before you grab your shoes and let him lead you out to his van.
Everyoneâs already at Nancyâs when the two of you show up and Eddie squeezes your hand as you pull him through the crowd, pressing his body against your back as heâs suddenly nervous again. He had hyped himself up the whole way there, but now heâs feeling like his shy self and is trying so hard to resist the urge to lock himself in the bathroom the whole night.Â
Youâre the only reason why heâs even there. He canât say no to your pretty face even though parties are the bane of his existence. Well, he doesnât know that for sure since heâs never actually been to one that wasnât hosted by someone in Hellfire. But theyâre not really his thing. He hates the loud music and all of the chatter gets into his head and drives him crazy.Â
But heâs there for you. Because he loves you so much that heâll do whatever you ask. And he saw how happy you were when you were getting ready and there was no way he was going to disappoint you.
So he lets you pull him into the living room where the host of the evening is conversing with Robin. You pull Eddie over to them with a smile and theirs match yours once they spot you.Â
âThere she is,â Nancy says as she pulls you into a hug and Robin follows. âAnd it looks like I owe Robin five dollars.â
âWhy do you owe her money?â You ask and she and Robin giggle.Â
âShe bet me that youâd bring Eddie. But I only owe her if the two of you are together.â
âWe are,â you confirm and you and Eddie are wearing matching grins. As shy as he is, he wants the world to know that heâs your boyfriend so he doesnât mind in the slightest that youâre telling your friends. In fact, he prefers it. It means that you feel so secure in your relationship that you want to tell people about it.Â
âGood, because I owe Steve,â Robin replies and Nancyâs quick to elbow her in the stomach.Â
âWhat she means is that weâre happy for you guys. Itâs been a long time coming, hasnât it, Rob?â
That makes you wonder how obvious the two of you have been and how neither of you saw it. But you can see where theyâre coming from as youâve always been very close to Eddie, both emotionally and physical.
âIt sure has,â you hear a voice behind you and feel your skin crawl as you know exactly who it is. You donât want to turn around, but force yourself, making sure that your mind isnât playing tricks on you. You have to confirm that youâre not in some sort of fucked up nightmare.Â
You gasp when you see Billy standing a few feet away, slowly making his way closer as one arm holds onto a girlâs waist and his other hand is holding a cigarette that heâs putting to his lips. He takes a drag and blows it into the air. You grab hold of Eddieâs hand and squeeze it as Billy approaches, blinking a few times and even going as far as pinching yourself to be positive that he was actually there.
âSo you two, huh?â He asks, referring to the both of you with his cigarette. âSo it looks like you got my sloppy seconds. Thatâs fine. Sheâs damaged goods anyway.â
By the way heâs speaking, you can tell heâs drunk, so much so that you can smell it on him even with him standing so far away. You can see how angry Eddie is already getting out of the corner of your eye.Â
âDid you really think I wouldnât find out?â He asks as he removes his arm from the girl, slightly pushing her aside as he puts his cigarette out on the mantle above the fireplace. âBetter be careful, Munson. She might try to baby trap you.âÂ
Thatâs a low fucking blow and Billy knows it. He knows how to hit you right where it hurts and he can see itâs worked as horror flashes across your face. Good, that will show you for leaving him.Â
You remember it all so vividly, the flashbacks coming back to you in full force. It hits you all so hard that you have to hold onto Eddie as you try to shake it out of your head, but you canât.Â
âI have a surprise for you,â you tell Billy as you hold up the test for him to see. You think heâs going to jump for joy, but you guess you should have known better as he steps closer to you, anger evident on his face.Â
âWhat the fuck is that?â He asks as he points to the test.Â
âItâs a test,â you reply, your smile faltering, your voice getting smaller.Â
âYeah,â he spits. âA positive one and thereâs no fucking way Iâm having a baby.â
âWell, you donât have to. I can raise it on my own.â Before you can turn away from him, he grabs onto your wrist and squeezes it until youâre wincing.Â
âYeah, thatâs not fucking happening. I donât need people finding out that I fathered a child and I most certainly donât need that little fucker trying to find me when it gets older.â He lets go of your hand then takes the tests and throws it in the trash before turning back to you. âWeâre getting rid of it and youâre not going to tell anyone, got it?âÂ
âY/nâŚwhatâs he talking about?â Eddie asks as he steadies you and youâre not ready to tell him the truth.
âTell him, y/n,â Billy commands. âTell him about how you were so hellbent on having a baby that you tricked me into it.â
âI didnât trick you,â you correct, shaking off the nervousness in your voice. âItâs not my fault you never wear a condom and didnât pull out in time.â
Youâve got an audience now and you want the floor to swallow you whole while Billy is eating up the attention. Thatâs the whole reason why heâs there. He just wants to put on a show, to make you regret what youâve done. Because if Billy canât be happy, no one can.
You feel like youâre going to throw up and have to step closer to Eddie to make yourself feel more comfortable. You want to leave but know you canât, because then Billy will win and you canât have that. You want to be the champion this time.
âWell it doesnât matter anymore,â Billy chuckles as he grabs a cup from some girlâs hand then downs it before throwing it to the side. He then takes a few strides until heâs standing in front of you. âBecause the little thing doesnât exist anymore, does it?â He asks and youâre so pulled into the flashback that you donât hear everyone gasp as he makes the revelation.Â
All of a sudden, youâre thrown back in the waiting room where you had to sit alone, unbeknownst to you that Billy was fucking some other girl right after dropping you off. He was making you get rid of the baby that you wanted and he didnât even have the decency to sit with you.Â
When you come out of your trance just in time to see Eddie throw a punch Billyâs way and Billy retaliates but Eddie is quick to move out of the way, causing Billyâs fist to collide with your face. Everyone gasps as you cover your nose with your hands and the girls pull you back as Eddie gets in a few more punches, causing Billy to fall to the floor before Eddie takes you up stairs to the bathroom to help clean you up.Â
Youâre sobbing as Eddie pulls you up the stairs and once youâre there, he pulls you into the bathroom, making you sit on the toilet as he rifles through the cabinet above the sink to find what he needs to help you.Â
He canât fucking believe it. He knew Billy was a dick, but he didnât know that he went around making his hookups get abortions, especially not you. He wants to ask exactly what happened, but he knows itâs not his place. So he just gathers what he needs then moves to kneel in front of you.Â
He cleans up your wound and you feel guilt rising inside you as you think about the fact that he knows your biggest secret and you werenât even the one to tell him. It makes you feel so sick that Billy had shown up with the intention of embarrassing you, but you guess you shouldnât be surprised. And he got what he wanted anyway, even if he got a bloody and possibly broken nose in return.
âIt happened last yearâŚaround this time,â you tell him as he hands you a piece of toilet paper which you put against your nose, wincing at the pain. âI told him that I was pregnant and heâŚIâŚâ You try to find the words, but Eddie presses his hands against your cheeks to stop you.Â
âHey, hey, letâs not focus on that right now, okay?â He asks. âWeâre gonna fix up your nose and then weâre gonna go home and watch a movie and once youâve slept on it and have a clear head, then you can tell me.âÂ
âOkay,â you nod, knowing that you canât fight him on it. And you donât want to anyway. You agree and think it's too much for one night.Â
âNow letâs get you cleaned up, okay, honeybee?â You nod and let him clean you up, noticing how often heâs called you that nickname and now you want to know where it came from, the meaning behind it.Â
âWhy do you call me âhoneybeeâ?â You ask, looking up at him and he laughs in response.Â
âBecause youâre sweet like honey, but you sting like a bee,â he winks. âNow hold on, this might sting,â he says as he brings a cotton pad covered in alcohol up to the wound.Â
You watch him as he works and canât believe that after all the shit youâve gone through that you finally found someone who loves you for who you are. That he doesnât think low of you because of where you come from or your home life or the way you react to things because of your trauma.
Eddie sees the version of you that you show to only him and as youâve gotten closer to him, youâve felt the walls that youâve spent years building fall away. You feel more like yourself around him and less like the shell that you had been when you hung out with Billy. And when you look into the future, you can see the two of you together, rocking your newborn on the front porch of the house you share together. And then youâd take her over to Wayneâs so he could watch her while the two of you go out for a much needed date night. And maybe, if you play your cards right, thatâs exactly what will happen.
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Eddie My Love
Trope: Virgin!Eddie x readerÂ
Warning: 18+ please, cussing, making out, kissing, some touching, use of y/n, talks of fighting, bullying and pda.Â
Word count: 3.0kÂ
Summary: Eddie is laying in bed thinking about your relationship with the way it started, how it was and how it is going to move forward.Â
A/N: PLEASE READ Hiiiii so this is based on my Virgin!Eddie headcannons here. So, this one shot goes from past to present the present is in bold and the past is not italicized, means it is their thoughts. Thank you and enjoy:)Â
Ah Eddie thought dreamily he stared at you while you slept today was the day, he was going to ask you to be his wife. He caressed your cheek you made a little whimper sound a scooted closer to him then sighed of contentment. His heart fluttered and brought you closer, if that was even possible. He started to think about how he came to this point in his life how you chose him.Â
Eddie was on âbabysitting dutyâ at the arcade with the younger members of the Hellfire club, he would normally saw no to taking them anywhere, but you worked there. He has had the biggest crush on you since he moved to Hawkins in 6th grade. Your beauty took his breath away, you were the one who would pick him up after a fight, in 78â you punch said bully. He would watch you from afar because he was already branded for the moment he stepped into the town. Every parent knew about his dad they all grimaced at the name Munson so when they heard he was moving back into town with his son the word got around quickly. Their kids would hear their conversations during play-dates or when going to the store with their moms so when role call came that warm Monday morning âEddie Munsonâ all kids turn to see who see the face was they should avoid. Eddie was very observed when it came to lunch the kids would cover up the open spots he heard the whispers, it went like this for every school he went to, why did he think Hawkins would be different.Â
Even years later, finally senior year, you were a sight for sore eyes âWould you stop being a creepâ Erica said âI am not being a-a creepâ Eddie said with a voice crack âYou always stare at her whenever we are here just go talk to herâ âWhat I canât just go an-â âY/N-â Erica screamed but was quick silenced by Eddieâs hand âCould you notâ Eddie whispered she smacked his hand away âCould you not cover my mouth againâ an idea popped in her head âWell since you donât want to talk to her I will just let Josh do the talkâ âJosh who is Joshâ Eddie asked in a panic âOh you know Josh Grover he lives across the street from me and would always be outside or ask my mom if he needed any yard work done conventionally would come out when y/n was babysitting me so I think he got an eye for herâ she smirked âPlease donât I-I want to talk to her b-but I just canâtâ âWhy notâ âI just canâtâ âCome one itâs not that hard to talk to herâ âMaybe not for you but me fuck I canât even get out one word without stuttering and whoâs want to date a stuttering freakâ he sadly said. The first time he talked to you is when you punched David Green in the face for fighting with Eddie, he couldnât even say thank you he just sound like a baby learning their âTâsâ and he ran away. He was pulled out of his memory when he heard Erica yell âY/N!!!!â Eddie did what he does best, he ran.Â
If he is being honest with himself your next interaction was a blur, all he remembers was seeing you at the store, then Erica pushing him into you and somehow left with your number. He called you the moment he got home. He thanks whatever god that was on his side that day because not only did he get your number he got a date for the coming Friday. That was the slowest week of his life, every day went longer than the next and didnât get him started on the day of the date it felt like time was going backwards. But at last, 4:00 came around when he started getting ready, he ran out the door at 4:45, his van roared to life and Judas Priest blasted through his speaker, and he was on his way to you. You both met at the town diner, Eddie insisted on picking you up but you lived passed the diner and didnât want him the back track, he knew Wayne wouldnât have approved but he followed your request. He pulled in the parking lot of the diner he didnât see your car yet, so he double checked myself in his mirror he fluffed his hair, readjusted his pins, he was looking at his teeth when he heard a knock on the window he jumped and was met with your face. He stepped out of the car âh-hey um how long have you been standing there?â he asked âLong enoughâ you answered with a giggle he faces turn red. You touch his cheek âDonât be embarrassed it was cuteâ you told him his whole body grew hot to your touch when you took your hand off to start walking to the door he stood frozen he hover over where your hand was he could still feel the warm softness âAre you comingâ you asked breaking him from his haze âYes comingâ Eddie cringe at the memory of how he acted he looked down at your sleepy body how did she stay with that dork he thought.Â
You must of really like that dork since you both went on more dates after. On the fourth date, that one was his favorites, you invited him over to your house. He swore he fell in love when you opened the door, you had an apron on your hair up in a bun with a smudge on your cheek âHey Eddie come on inâ he followed you in he looked like one of those cartoons characters floating following your scent with heart eyes. He brought him into your living room âHere sit give me a minute to freshen upâ âOkâ he said watching you disappear into the hallway. He looked around and smiled at your baby pictures along the fireplace. About a minute later you came about âHey sorry about that you readyâ he jaw dropped you had a beautiful red dress on âClose your mouth before you catch fliesâ you said giving him a wink, he shook his head getting out of the trance you put him in âSorry I-I- It's just that you look so beautifulâ âCome onâ you laughed âlet's eatâ He swear that he died at went to heaven after taking the first bite âWow y/n oh my this is wowâ you laughed at his reaction âWhy thank you Eddie I tried my bestâ Dinner was amazing you were both talking about anything and everything you can think of. Once the plates were empty you grabbed them and took them to the kitchen âWait let me helpâ Eddie said âNo I got it you are guest just sat there and look pretty that shouldnât be hard for youâ you said in a flirtatious way with a wink. Eddie looked down to hide his obvious red face. Gosh my face must have been so red shot my face still gets red to this day when she flirts. You came out a minute later with a cake covered with strawberries âI hope you didn't mind the strawberries they are my favoriteâ âIt looks beautiful y/nâ you cut each a slice and served, Eddie took a bite âGosh you are just a kitchen Goddess wowâ this time you blushed âSo Eddie I have something I want to tell youâ âYea tell my anythingâ he said with a mouth full of cake. You wipe the frosting from his cheek and said âEddie I really really like you our dates have been amazing so I wanted to know if you wanted to be together like my boyfriendâ Eddieâs world stopped you the girl of his dreams wants to be with him âYes!â he cleared his throat âI mean yea yes would love thatâ Â
The next campaign Eddie ran to Erica and gave her a hug. âThank you Thank you THANK YOUâ âGet off of me you nerd now what are you thanking me forâ Erica said in her sassy tone âFor pushing me literally into y/n we are together now like I am able to call her my girlfriendâ he said excitedly âWell you are welcomeâ she said patting his back âBut if you ever tell anyone that you hugged me I will ruin your lifeâÂ
Eddie was beyond excited, even with insults being through at him walking down the halls he had the biggest smile on his face. He finally has a girlfriend; you were his first girlfriend let alone the first girl to talk to him willingly. Eddie was at his locker when he saw you, somehow his smile gotten times bigger you walked up to him and gave him a hug âHiâ you mumbled into his chest, but Eddie was stiff his hand were straight to his side. âEddie is everything okâ âYou hugged meâ âYea sorry I will ask next time I just thought-â âI have never been hugged by a girl before I was just surprised" âOhâ you giggled âDo you want to try againâ âPleaseâ he said quickly you wrapped your arms around his waist and he whispered âWhat do I do nowâ you whispered âPut your arms around meâ he placed his arms around your lower back âI-is this okâ he asked âYesâ after the confirmation Eddie melted into you. Hugging you was now his favorite thing to do. Unfortunately, the bell rang meaning Eddie had to end the hug. âCan I walk you to class? That is what boyfriends do right?â Eddie asked, âYes you canâ You both walked shoulder to shoulder to class you wanted to grab his hand but after the hug he needs time to get used to affection you thought. Eddie had the same thought but a little differently he wanted to grab your hand, but you were in a crowded hallway. Would you want to hold hands with him? In-front of all these people? But you just hugged him? It would be ok right? This time Eddie took the initiative ây/n?â he asked âYesâ âCan I hold your handâ âI thought you never askedâ your hand intertwined perfectly like to piece of a puzzle. Your smile matched walking down the hall.Â
It has been two months since you and Eddie started dating you have yet to kiss not that Eddie didnât want to kiss you because God did he want to, but he was scared because you would be his first and he and no clue what to do. It was Saturday and you were at the trailer with him when you brought it up âEddie?â âYes princessâ âWe have been dating for two months already and we haven't kissed do you not want to kiss me?â Eddieâs eye widen âNo No I mean yes I meanâ he lets out a sigh âI never kissed anyone before and Iâm scared to do it wrongâ âOh well donât worry I could teach youâ his ears start turning red âReallyâ he said shyly âYes if you want me toâ âYesâ he said eagerly âCan we do it now pleaseâ he asked. You sat up straight and he mirrored âOkâ you moved closer âJust follow me okâ he nodded. You grabbed his face and brought him closer âIâm going to kiss you nowâ he gulped and nodded when you pucker your lips, he puckered your lips met and Boom! Firework! You pulled away and Eddie chased after your lips âWowâ âYou say that a lotâ you giggled âWell because you are so wowâ âCan we do it again pleaseâ he asked. You pulled his face to yours and kissed Eddie eagerly and opened his mouth, but he opened too big and ended up swallowing your lips. âOh, my Iâm sorryâ âIts ok we are practicing did you want to go furthermore tongue?â âPleaseâ he breathed out âOk let's startâ After many bites and awkward lip eating he finally got the hang of kissing and making out. Now look at me Iâm a pro he says kissing your sleeping body Â
After that teaching, Eddie cannot keep his lips off you. He uses his big brown eyes you love and a âPleaseâ like how you can say no. His leg starts to shake with your lips meet his itâs the cutest thing.Â
Over time Eddie got used to the whole dating thing. When you guys first cuddled in it was awkward you laid on his chest and his hands hovered over your body âDo you need help pretty boyâ you asked. He blushed at his new nickname and nodded you place his hands where you wanted âIs this ok?â You asked if he couldnât form words, too many emotions flowing through his body he nodded. During the cuddle his hand accidentally slipped and touched your booty he said sorry almost a thousand times, you had to grab his face and tell him that it was ok. After that he is a cuddle bug whenever his hands go lower, he always asks if its ok. Â
âNo wayâ Gareth said âYep my babe is smokingâ Eddie said. He was currently bragging to his friends about how hot your body is. I did this knowing damn well I had yet to see her body let alone see her in a bathing suit I kept my eyes closed while she was changing up till our 4th year of dating. Eddie felt your hands wrap around his waist, the hellfire members laughed watching their big and scary DM melt in a puddle over the slightest touch. âSo, y/n are you coming to our gig tonightâ Jeff asked âYes I finally was able to get off workâ you said Eddie was beyond excited to have you at his gig. He had been preparing for weeks with the perfect song. The boys were setting up, while Eddie kept on looking at the door âMan relax she is going to be hereâ Matt said âI know but-â Eddie didnât get to finish he sentence because you just walked in the door he jumped off the stage running towards you âWHIPPEDâ Jeff screamed at Eddie he flipped them off before hugging you âHi babyâ he said into your hair âHey my pretty boy rockstarâ Eddie face obviously red already. âI um saved you a spotâ he said rubbing the back of his neck âAw thatâs so sweetâ âLet me take youâ he said grabbing your hand he leads you to a table right front and center âHere you are Mâladyâ he says in an accent bowing down âWhy thank youâ he returns back to the stage with a smile on his face, the boys look at him with a knowing look âShut upâ Eddie says before they could say anything. About 10 minutes later their show starts. They begin to play a familiar tune then Eddie voice comes in âYou got me runnin baby You give me somethinâ way beyond revenueâ My Kinda Lover by Billy Squier one of your favorite songs. The beginning was going get then he looked at you, you looked so pretty sitting there is mind wonder he ended up messing up a few chords he had to look away before anyone noticed. Every time he looked at you either his voice squeaked, or his guitar did. Fuck that was embarrassing he thought but you never said anything you only looked at him with love in your eyes telling him he did amazing every single time.Â
One day at lunch you were walking up to their table, Eddie was in a middle of one of his passionate speeches hyping the boys up for the campaign, when you notice there was no seat and Eddieâs lap looked inviting you have been dating for 6 months and been doing a lot of things so what's the harm. So, you sat in his lap, the moment your scent filled his nose and your bottom hit his lap all thoughts left his brain and were filled with you. He started to stutter in his speech the hellfire members smirk as the master was crumbling right in front of their eyes. Out of all the members Dustin was in love with your guy's relationships and Erica but she would never admit it. Â
As the one-year mark was approaching Eddie was way more comfortable touching you, he stopped asking to hold your hand but sometimes asks out of habit. Eddie never wants to leave your side he always has a body part touching you. Â
Now on your one-year anniversary you had a sleepover at your place. You had snacks galore with all your guy's favorite movies you even bought matching pajamas. The amazing night ended with you and Eddie cuddled up, limbs tangled together in your own love bubble. That was Eddieâs best sleep ever. He woke up early and was able to watch you peacefully sleep protected in his arms. What Eddie didnât plan for was the night after, he was tossing and turning cuddling into his pillows and blankets, but nothing felt like you. Eddie looks at the clock the time read 1:37 âFuck itâ he put on his shoes and drove to your house. You were woken by Eddie falling through your window âOh my god Eddie what are you doingâ you whisper screamed âI canât sleepâ he said sheepishly. He looked tired and somehow still the cutest thing ever âCome onâ you said opening your blanket he happily took off his shoes and jumped in bed with you. He cuddled into you with a sigh âSo much betterâ within 3 minutes baby boy was out like a light. Â
Eddie was brought back to reality, feeling you move. âGood morning loveâ he said kissing your forehead âGood Morning pretty boyâ he still blushes at the nick name âCome on get up with got things to doâ âI donât remember planning anythingâ you told him. He smirks âHm welp just get readyâ âWell what should I wearâ âAnythingâ he kissed your lips âYou always look beautifulâ he continued. He walked into the kitchen giving you privacy he pulled out the ring in his pocket and admired it âYep she's the oneâ he whispered, he heard the door open and quickly hid the ring âYou readyâ you asked âAlwaysâ he said taking your hand leading you out the house knowing when you come back thing will be different for the good.
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experienced!reader building virgin!eddieâs stamina by using a fleshlight on him đ
part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six
pairing | eddie munson x afab!reader
warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), use of sex toys, dirty talk, experienced!reader, inexperienced!virgin!eddie, porn without plot, set during our original virgin!eddie series from september 2022.
word count | 1.2k
a/n | damn, thank you anon the virgin!eddie saga lives on to see another day bc of you
"How does it feel?" You ask, the pearlescent, ridged tube clasped between both of your hands with ease, bobbing slightly as Eddie's cock jumps in the mould of soft silicone flesh, balls drawing up as he struggles to get a grip of himself.
"Haahâ" Eddie basically wheezes out his pathetic whines, grinding his hips up into the toy like a frantic thing, propped up on both elbows with a wild expression on his face. His dark eyes blown black with desire, "It's so â so tight, warm, fuck it's gripping me."
His wild curls halo his face, soften the sharp lines of his jaw, make him look angelic and almost innocent in the luminescent glow of your childhood bedroom. His brows knit together, raw bitten lips hung open in a steady stream of moans as you slowly begin moving the fake pussy up and down the thick length of his dick â slow enough that he can feel every single ridge on his sensitive skin.
"Yeah? Wet enough?" Your questions come out conversational, almost bored, but the way you lay with curious eyes and a furious warm bloom on your cheeks would tell him otherwise.
Eddie nods his head, fervent and sure, "Feels so fucking good, Jesus Christ," he gasps, reaching out for your bent knee and squeezing the flesh, "faster? Can you, shit, can you go faster?"
You smirk, oblige him, both hands working together to grip for the plastic toy as you begin a faster rhythm â enough to have him wanting more, begging for it, but not quite enough to tip him over the edge.
"Oh," Eddie grunts, bucks his hips up wildly, "shit, that feels â like heaven, fu-goddamn,"
You flush hot all over, the noises you're eliciting from Eddie's mouth sending you into a frenzy. He's so desperate, whiny, virginal. Inexperienced and not even trying to hide it, wide eyes shooting back and forth between where his cock sinks into the tight warmth of the toy, your tits bouncing from exertion from moving the toy, your own flushed face watching in awe.
Eddie's hips jolt up into the toy and he whimpers, eyes rolling back into his skull, "Iâ mmph, I don't think I, oh shit, don't think I'm gonna last long, sweetheart, fuck."
The lube you used to moisten the inside of the silicone cunt almost mimics the wet slick of your own, creamy and dripping down the length of Eddie's cock, making a mess of his thatch of curly pubes, slicking up his balls and dipping lower, lower, lower.
Another time, you think, as you draw your attention back to the rhythmic bouncing of the toy, using both hands tightly to draw it up further, the tip of Eddie's cock popping out, blurting pre onto the spread lips of the pussy, smearing over the pornstars name etched into the skin-like material, making it illegible.
Eddie whimpers, a heated gasp escaping him when you wrap a hand around the base of his cock, sliding the ruddy head over the toys opening over and over and over again, until he's flushed so red down to his chest that he looks like he's spiked a fever.
"This is always my favourite part," you admit, eyes glistening with mischief as you push the toy down onto his cock an inch or two, before removing it again â running the glans on the underside of Eddie's length against the pussy until he's pistoning his hips up, begging you for more, "letting them run their cocks along the seam of my cunt â feels so good, almost better than fucking. Especially when they snag at my clit, God."
"Please, please," Eddie begs, whimpers, sounds close to fucking tears with want and desperation as his hips shoot up again, head of his cock plunging into the toy and you do nothing to stop it, he's too far gone, "wanna fuck you, nggh."
"You think you're really up to the task, handsome? When this things got you so close to blowing your load so quick?" You giggle, push the toy down the length of Eddie's dick so quickly he's crying out and throwing his head back, "You need more practice, you wouldn't satisfy me right just yet."
"I would, would do anything," Eddie moans, garbled as you pick up speed with the pussy, the dirty sounds invading your ears as the lube slick toy engulfs him, "I'dâ fuck, fuck â I'd wear a ring, you could clamp me, edge me, use me, haaah, fuck m'gonna cum, let me cum, please, please,"
Your body goes hot all over, goosebumps erupting under your skin as he begs, begs and begs some more. So desperate and cunt drunk that he'd even allow pain mixed with his pleasure so that he could feel the tight heat of your cunt, and that â that does something to your insides. You've never heard anybody so pathetic, so willing to do anything for a chance.
The tendons and veins in Eddie's neck protrude as he tilts his head back, all caution thrown to the wind as his hips buck up uselessly into the toy you control. He's rhythmic, you'll give him that, looks like he could be rough if he knew how to just reel himself back enough to fuck you properly.
"So pathetic, it's cute," your words are clipped, voice raw and thick with desire as you try in vain to keep up appearances, but there's something so devastatingly erotic about watching Eddie beg â the way his hipbones glisten with sweat, his balls drawing up tight, soaked with lube and his own precum, his chest heaving as he nears closer, and you're grinding against the heel of your own foot before you even realise you're doing it, just as gone as he is.
"Pathetic for you, I'll be anything you want â fuuuck," Eddie grinds uselessly into the limp toy, burying his cock in to the hilt and you know before he even says anything that he's gone, no stopping him as his tummy spasms under the sheer force of his orgasm, "cumming, baby I'm cumming, holy fuckâ"
His back arches, elbows finally giving out on him as he collapses in a heap on the bed, spine bowed up gorgeously as he releases into the toy that you keep forced down on him. It kicks and jerks in your slackened grip as his cock pulses, ropes of his come painting the insides and suddenly you ache and yearn for it to be you.
Eddie pants, whimpers, fingers digging into your plush comforter as he vibrates through aftershocks, eyes screwed up tight and tears rolling down his temples. You press down harder into the heel of your foot, own eyes clenching shut at the pressure, arousal swooping like tidal waves.
You're not sure how long your eyes shut for, with how lost you are in the pleasure you feel, but suddenly Eddie's arms loop around your middle, pulling you onto his body, and he's talking but you can't quite hear him for all the rushing in your ears.
"Let me make you feel good, sweetheart," his voice soothes, large hands smoothing over your waist and dipping under your shirt, "least I can do, baby, please?"
You nod dumbly, awe stricken by just how quickly he's recovered from a mind melting orgasm, and in one swift motion he's flipping you both over, kissing down your neck, your chest, your stomach, until he's reaching for your shorts and pulling them down with deft fingers.
"I'll make it up to you, sweetheart," Eddie coos, "lift your hips for me and let me show you."
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Clueless Virgin!Bestfriend Eddie looking for something in your nightstand like idk gum or something, but instead he finds your vibrator and asks you âwhat kind of microphone is this?â đđđđ
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