𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 — 𝟶𝟹
𝟶𝟹. — 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛
𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Eddie comes to check on you after you miss lunch.
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, nipple play, oral (f receiving), rutting, clothing play.
𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.2k
The next few days were a sort of blur. You worked, you packed things, and you moved them to the house — surprisingly, with the help of the boys. There was also re-recording their old songs with your vocals mixed in there, which was an interesting and new experience for you.
You felt a little weird, though. You and Steve hadn’t talked about what had happened between you at all. You were an adult, though. You were mature. It was probably just what it was, two adults helping each other out.
You couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever help each other out again, though.
Not that you would ask him that. You just hadn’t really been alone with him since, and he gave no indication that he was planning on being alone with you.
Also not that he seemed against being alone with you.
It was just weird.
You gave a frustrated noise, dropping back onto your bed.
You had been spending the morning organizing and decorating, needing some alone time. The boys were loud, rowdy, and they were always asking you questions. Which was nice, to an extent, to know that they were interested in you.
You were interested in them too.
However, they outnumbered you. Five to one. Three of them never stopped talking, and two barely spoke.
The three were more than enough for all five, though.
You checked the time. You needed to start packing. You were all getting in vans tomorrow to start the tour. You were excited and scared about it, but with the boys behind you, you knew you could do it.
There was a knock on your door and you sat up, smoothing your shirt out.
“Come in!” You called.
“Hey!” Eddie grinned at you, shutting the door behind him. “I come offering gifts!” He tossed you a soda and shook an unopened bag of chips in your direction. “You missed lunch.” He told you, taking a seat next to you on your bed.
Crap. You checked your watch.
“Sorry, lost track of time.” You smiled sheepishly.
“No biggie, I just wanted to make sure you ate something.” He smiled, popping open his coke and taking a drink.
You followed suit, popping the tab and taking a sip as he ripped open the chip bag.
You reached into it, grabbing a couple of chips and munching on them.
“So,” Eddie started, mouth full. “How are you settling in?”
If he wasn’t so cute, you’d find it gross. Really, you found it endearing.
“Good. It’s definitely different going from living alone to having five housemates, but it’s not bad.” Especially since you had your own space away from them.
“Good, we want you comfortable, you know?” He smiled at you.
You took a sip of your soda before nodding. “I appreciate that.”
You sat in silence for a few moments after that, both of you eating chips and sipping on your sodas. It wasn’t awkward, which was both good and interesting. You grabbed one last chip and licked your fingers clean, unaware of how hard Eddie was staring at you while you did it.
You took a sip of your soda before looking at him.
His cheeks were flushed pink, his hand hovering over the chip bag.
You raised an eyebrow. “What?” You asked.
“Nothing!” He said quickly, grabbing another chip and shoving it in his mouth.
“No… Eddie, what?” You laughed softly. “Is there something on my face?” You wiped at your lips with the back of your hand.
“N-no! Just—nothing, okay?” He huffed, crumpling the chip bag closed from the top.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Did I say something before?” You pressed.
“No, you didn’t say something before.” He mocked you, placing the chip bag next to him. You looked at the chip bag, then at his hand—fingers still covered in chip dust—before it clicked.
“Ohhhhh,” You nodded, “You’re a dirty, dirty boy, Eddie Munson.” You teased, brushing some of your hair back.
“What?! No, I didn’t—I wouldn’t—”
“Are you saying you wouldn’t fuck me if I asked?” You prompted innocently.
“What—? I mean— yeah if you asked but I would never even think about it if you didn’t ask!” He said quickly.
You laughed, “Calm down, I don’t think you’re a pervert for having thoughts. Everyone does.” You hummed, biting your lip.
“Really?” He asked.
“Yeah—I’ve had thoughts about you. Dreams too, actually.” You smiled at him.
“Dreams?” He whispered.
“Mhm!” You nodded.
“Wh—tell me about it?” He asked, his cheeks flushing.
“You wanna know?” You gently touched his shoulder. “I can tell you, if you tell me what you were thinking about a minute ago.”
“I—” He took in a gulp of air. “I was thinking about what it would feel like to feel your tongue on my fingers… and then on my cock.” His voice got quieter as he spoke, almost embarrassed, bashful.
“Don’t be ashamed, Eddie.” You cooed softly at him, “Like I said, it’s normal to have thoughts.”
Gently, you took his hand in yours and flicked your tongue out, running it up his finger. His eyelids fluttered, a soft breath leaving his lips.
“I’ve had dreams about you eating me out.” You told him, before flicking your tongue up the next finger. “Seeing you look up at me from between my legs like a good boy.” You hummed.
You didn’t take him for a virgin, but he sure as hell was acting like one.
“Yeah?” He asked, breathless.
“Mhm..” You trailed, putting his hand back in his lap before you leaned in. You gently ghosted your lips against his, and he leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly together.
Well, he sure as hell kissed like an expert, his tongue tangling with yours as his hand reached up to wind in your hair. He tasted like chips, soda, and a hint of cigarettes. It wasn’t unpleasant, just… different. Normal. It wasn’t minty; your ex made sure his breath was always fresh. You didn’t mind this. This was what it was supposed to be like.
You allowed Eddie to take control, his free hand sliding down your arm before it ghosts over the very top of your chest, as if asking permission. You grabbed his hand and slid it down to your breast, where he squeezed. You didn’t know if this was his first time or not, but you had to imagine he’d been with girls before.
He was a hot-shot. Gorgeous. Talented. Funny. Nerdy. He was a perfect specimen for a boyfriend, and so you had to figure he’d had a girlfriend before; or at least slept with a girl before.
You gave him an encouraging moan, his hand softly massaging your breast. You arched into his touch.
Gone from your mind were the worries of Steve and what would happen with him; what could happen. All you could think about was Eddie, and his hand on your breast. He was softer than Steve had been.
You pressed him back to lay on the bed, and straddled his waist. His hands pushed up your shirt and took it off, tossing it away in the emptiness of your room. He unhooked your bra with both hands, fumbling slightly before he finally got it. You let the straps slide off of your shoulders and he didn’t move for a long while, just looked at your boobs in awe.
You didn’t think they were anything special, really. However, he was here, looking at them like they were magic.
His hands were hesitant as they both lifted to gently cup your breasts, squeezing them. You made a soft noise, grinding your hips down against him.
“Fuck,” He groaned, squeezing them a little harder as your hands pressed against his chest.
“Eddie—” You moaned, your head tipping back as you continued to grind against him.
He slipped a hand around your back and pulled you down, taking a nipple between his lips to gently rub his tongue over before suckling gently. You bucked your hips against him, moaning.
He adjusted the both of you, then, letting you lay on your back with him on top. He kissed down your chest, to your belly, and then your hips, his fingers plucking your jeans open. He pulled them down, your legs lifting as he got them off.
Now, the only thing between you, was a thin pair of panties. Rather than taking them off, Eddie nosed against your folds, humming.
“You smell so good.” He groaned, his voice gravelly and deep. You flushed. You weren’t sure what to say about that.
You weren’t sure what switch had flipped in him either.
His tongue dragged against you through your panties, making your eyes flutter. It was teasing, but there was still enough pressure for you to feel it. You moaned, lifting your leg to rest on his shoulder. He grasped your thigh, his rings and fingers digging deliciously into your skin as he continued to stroke your clit with his tongue. It felt different than you were used to, with the panties in the way, but definitely not bad by any means.
Your back arched as he finally pushed your panties to the side and allowed his tongue to actually taste you. You both moaned in tandem as he flicked his tongue against you. He slipped two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out.
“Fuck, Eddie—” You groaned, grasping at his hair tightly. You curled your fingers into it, pulling.
He hummed against you, looking up at you with those dark eyes. His pupils were blown out with pleasure, his hips rutting against the bed.
“Fuck me,” You told him, tugging his hair roughly. He pulled his mouth off of you and slid up to kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it rolled around yours in your mouth. His hands were undoing his belt, then his jeans, and he pushed them down far enough for his cock to bob out. He broke the kiss to reach into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet and dug inside of it for a condom before tossing the leather away.
Your hands tugged at his shirt, wanting it off, but there was something definitely hot about him being mostly clothed while you were mostly naked.
He threw his shirt off before opening the condom, fumbling with it for a second before he finally rolled it on. He pushed your panties aside, lifting your legs around his hips as he rubbed his cock against your cunt, and then slowly pushed in.
You moaned in tandem, your back arching as he filled you up. He wasn’t as big as Steve, but he was still definitely bigger than you were used to.
He released a shuddering breath as he fully seated into you, his eyes fluttering.
“Have you had sex before?” You had to ask.
“Not with a girl.” He responded, and before you could think to deeply in what he said, he started thrusting.
Your back arched high and your hands gripped at the duvet beneath you. You moaned loudly as he pounded into you, deep and rough. You were already close to your end, you were almost embarrassed about it, but fuck it felt so good, and you were still fairly stimulated from when he’d been eating you out.
You reached a hand between your legs to rub at your clit, moaning loudly as he continued abusing your hole. His hips snapped loudly against your thighs. It only took a few more thrusts and you were pushed over the edge, your toes curling as your cunt clenched and spasmed tightly around him.
That seemed to be all it took for him to finish, too. He panted, his hips slowing down.
“Fuck,” You both said, before chuckling breathlessly as you spoke at the same time.
“Jinx, you owe me a soda.” Eddie winked down at you, before pulling out.
He hung out for a little longer, the two of you talking as you got dressed about the tour you were leaving for tomorrow, and how exciting it all was.
“Alright, Jonathan and Gareth are riding with the roadies. The rest of us are in this van.” Steve patted a black van next to him. “I’ve already double checked the list that we’ve got all of the equipment in one of them, so we should be good.” Steeve grinned. “Everyone find a place to put your bags, and let's hit the road!”
You climbed into the black van, sitting in the passenger seat up front next to Steve who was driving. Eddie and Billy sat in the back seat. This was going to be an interesting ride, for sure.
Hell, the entire tour would be an interesting ride. Being stuck in a van with two men you fucked, and Billy; who was just as rambunctious as Eddie was.
Well, as long as you were away from Jonathan’s glaring stare.
“Can we stop at the store for snacks, dad?!” Eddie asked as he leaned over the center console to look at Steve, who groaned.
“If you can promise to be quick.” Steve responded.
Eddie and Billy cheered. The stop was not quick, and Steve spent a good fifty dollars on candy and snacks for the group.
Hey, they were driving for a few hours, anyways.
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