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Author's Note: I just realized I never posted this story when I was switching stuff over from ao3, so here it is!
Story Summary: Steve is hurt after the trip to the Upside Down and Eddie helps patch him up, clean him up and...
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steven Harrington
Warnings: Steven is injured and a bit of an asshole because he's in pain, kissing, handjob, blowjob. Just a classic story of a bro helping a bro.
Word Count: 1.5k
"Damn, Harrington, you look like shit. Come on, I'll show you how the shower works."
Steve shoots Eddie an annoyed look but follows him down the hallway, shuffling slowly as the pain in his sides and stomach intensify. Earlier he was running on adrenaline and couldn't feel much, but now that they were out of the upside-down and he was calmer, the pain was almost too much to bear.
He slumps on the toilet seat as Eddie putters around the room, finding him a towel and starting the water so it can warm up.
"Uh, so like…" Eddie trails off as Steven glares up at him.
"What, Munson?" He snaps, both from the pain and embarrassment.
Eddie hesitates. "Do you, like, need help or-"
"I'm fine, dude. If you want an excuse to peek at my junk you'll have to come up with something better than that."
Eddie blushes and clears his throat. "Yeah, whatever, Harrington. Just trying to help."
"If you wanna help you can let me borrow some clothes. I know the groin area will be tight on me but it'll be better than what I've got on."
Eddie rolls his eyes and leaves the room.
Steve bites back a groan as he stands up. When he bends to pull off his jeans, his vision goes blurry and he thinks he's gonna pass out from the pain. He steadies himself on the edge of the sink and takes a deep breath, pulling back the shower curtain and stepping inside.
When the water hits his wounds he cries out and slides into the floor of the tub.
Eddie runs back into the room, tossing clothes on the counter and yanking back the shower curtain. Steve doesn't even make an effort to cover himself.
"Fuck, dude, what should I do? Do you want me to get Nancy?"
"No, no! I don't want her to see me like this. Just, fuck man, help me stand up."
Eddie slips his hands under Steve's armpits and tugs. "Push with your feet."
Steve uprights and Eddie props him against the wall.
"Look, you're either gonna have to swallow your pride and let me help you or I'm going to get Nancy. Your choice. You can't do this on your own, you can barely support your weight."
Steve sighs. "Fine, just don't tell anyone okay? I'll never hear the end of it, letting another man give me a fucking bath."
"Technically it's a shower. And I won't say a word. Here, lean into the water and wet your hair."
Steve does as Eddie says, blinking back tears as the water hits his wounds again.
Eddie squirts some shampoo into his hands and soaps Steve's hair, humming softly to himself.
Steve bites his tongue to keep from moaning.
Damn, that actually feels nice.
"Lean forward so I can rinse it out." Eddie instructs. "Do you use conditioner?"
"Uh, yeah, if you have it."
Eddie smirks. "You're not the only one with great hair, Harrington. Of course I have conditioner." He squeezes some into his hands. "Bend over a little. I can barely reach the top of your head."
"So get in." Steven mumbles. "It hurts too much to bend down."
Eddie's eyes widen. "You mean, get in the shower with you?"
"Don't cream your jeans, Munson. I just can't bend over right now. Besides, you're filthy too. Think of it like showering after gym class."
Eddie silently strips and slides into the shower with Steve. "Um, okay. Just lean your head down a little so I can condition your hair."
Steve obliges and Eddie runs his hands through his hair. It's so soft. Silky, even. I like the way it feels.
"That's good, you can rinse it now."
Steve tilts his head under the water while Eddie soaps up a rag. "Here dude, let me get your back."
Steve nods, squeezing his eyes shut as Eddie runs the washcloth over his shoulders, then down his spine. "You've got a bite back here, too. I'll try to be gentle."
"Do what you gotta do, man."
Eddie's grazes the rag over the bite and Steve winces. He flails out for something to grab and Eddie grips his hand with his free one. "Squeeze if you gotta man, I know you're hurting."
"Fuck." Steven grunts. "You have no idea."
"Turn a little and let me get your side. Keep your shoulder against the wall so you don't fall again."
Steve turns and Eddie slowly and methodically soaps his arm and down his ribs, barely patting the bites there.
Steven winces anyhow.
"Poor baby." Eddie murmurs, and his voice is laced with sympathy, not sarcasm. "I wish I had been more helpful. You wouldn't be hurt as badly."
"Don't blame yourself dude, you did what what could. I appreciate your help. Down there and up here."
Eddie smiles slightly. "Thanks man. Go on and turn so I can get the front."
Steve flushes but turns and lets Eddie soap up his chest. "Maybe I should try…" He trails off as the soap slips down his body and hits the bites. "Fuck, never mind."
"It's fine dude. You need help. And this stays between us, remember?"
Eddie is trying his hardest not to linger on Steve's abs. When he takes the cloth across his chest once more, his fingers graze Steve's nipple and his breath hitches.
He is absolutely beautiful. I see the appeal. Fuck, don't let me get hard right now. Injured or not, he'll kick my ass.
"Munson, you about done ogling me?" Steve teases. "I know I look good, but you gotta stop making it so obvious. It'll go right to my head."
His…fuck.
Eddie can't help but look down at Steve's cock. It's half-hard and Steve is blood red with embarrassment.
"It's nothing. You're just touching me and I'm hurt and-"
"Do I need to wash it?" Eddie interrupts.
"What?" Steve's eyes almost bulge out of his head.
"Your dick. Can you wash it without hurting, or should I do it?"
Steve looks up at the ceiling.
Shit, am I gonna do this? Am I gonna let another man touch my cock?
"I can always get Nancy to-"
"Dude, just shut up and wash it." He clenches his teeth.
"Okay, uh, yeah." Eddie wraps the washcloth around Steve's dick and strokes it up and down softly. Steve instantly hardens the rest of the way and lets out a low moan.
"Shit, dude, I'm sorry. I just-"
"It's fine, Harrington. I'm not grossed out or anything. Honestly, you have a nice cock. Just don't beat my ass for saying that when you feel better."
"I won't. I wouldn't." He says sincerely. "I know what people say about me, but I'm not like that at all. I'm..." He trails off. He's never uttered the words out loud before.
Eddie nods, biting his bottom lip as he tries to hide his own erection.
Even though it's most likely clean by now, Eddie continues stroking him. Steve leans back against the shower wall and his hips pump forward.
"Should I stop?" Eddie asks softly. "You're in pain and I feel like I'm taking advantage."
"All I'm feeling right now is how good my cock is feeling. Do you wanna stop?"
"Honestly? I wanna drop this washcloth." Eddie admits, his own dick swelling even more.
Steve moans lightly. "Drop it, Munson."
Eddie lets the rag fall to the floor of the tub and now openly strokes Steve's dick with his hand. Steve grips Eddie's shoulder and pulls him closer. "Fuck, Eddie. Do you wanna kiss me?"
Eddie doesn't hesitate. He kisses Steve softly, flicking his tongue against his bottom lip. Steve opens his mouth and Eddie pushes his tongue inside, colliding with Steve's own.
Steve breaks away after a few minutes.
"Let me suck your cock." Eddie murmurs in his ear. "Wanna take some of your pain away."
Steve nods and Eddie kisses down his chest, taking care not to touch any of his bites. When he kneels, Steve eagerly shoves his dick into Eddie's open mouth, gripping his hair.
"Can you take it all, baby?"
Eddie nods and opens his mouth wider. Steven begins fucking his throat, grunting and groaning loudly. "Fuck, Eddie, you look so pretty, taking my cock like this. You gonna let me cum in your mouth?"
Eddie doesn't respond, but wraps his hand around the base of Steve's dick and pumps fast.
Steve comes in less than a minute, slumping over. Eddie swallows it all and quickly rises to his feet, his arms going around him.
"Shit dude, you okay?"
Steve smiles weakly. "That was incredible. I've never had my dick sucked so good."
Eddie blushes and helps him out of the shower, sitting him on the toilet and drying him off.
"We'll probably have to get Nancy to bandage these bites, I don't know if I'd do a good job."
"Yeah, that's fine." Steve reaches out and tuck Eddie's hair behind his ear.
"Steve, I-"
"Kiss me again." Steve wraps his hand around Eddie's neck and pulls him close. "Just kiss me."
They lock lips once more, and Steve sighs contentedly.
"Let's get some pants on you."
Eddie helps Steve into a pair of jeans.
"Thanks man, for everything." Steve kisses his cheek.
Eddie grins. "Hey man, anytime."
Anytime turns out to be later that night when Steve sneaks into Eddie's room and returns the favor.
I’m so happy you’re back, I hope you’re well! I’ve re read Sweet Child of Mine a few times now and it’s one of the best angst/will they won’t they I’ve read for so long 🖤
Just a short drabble of Eddie comforting the reader while they're on their period.
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You wake up with a sharp pain in your lower stomach, groaning softly as you curl into a ball. Your period was here, it was early, and you were already miserable.
Eddie stirs in his sleep, automatically rolling over and tossing an arm around you.
"Bad dream, babe?" He murmurs, kissing your cheek. "Don't worry, I'm right here."
You slip out of bed. "I'm fine. I just need to use the bathroom." You hurry down the hall before he can reply.
Please let it be a light one, please let it be a light one, please let it be-
You sigh as you tug down your sleep shorts and underwear and see the mess. You had already leaked through them.
Fuck, of course. My first time sleeping over with my boyfriend and this happens.
You realize that if you've bled through your shorts, there's probably blood on the bed. You briefly contemplate just leaving, walking out the front door without saying a word. It isn't like Eddie is going to want to talk to you after this, he'll probably be disgusted.
You dismiss the idea, your shoes and keys are in his bedroom anyways.
You leave the bathroom, dragging your feet as you walk back to him. Eddie is sitting up in the bed, looking concerned.
"Are you okay baby?"
You nod slowly, dreading the conversation you're about to have.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine. I just…I got my period is all."
He looks a little surprised but nods. "Oh, okay. Do you need to go home or something?"
Of course he wants me to go home. You blink back tears.
"I can, but, um, I wanted to offer to wash your sheets first. I'm really sorry."
He frowns. "Wash my sheets? Why?"
You look down at the floor. "I, uh, I got blood on them."
Eddie pulls the cover back, grimacing when he sees the blood stain.
"I can clean it up, I promise, and then I'll go, I'm so sorry." You start to ramble. "It wasn't supposed to happen until next week, but sometimes it's early and I should have-"
"Hey, stop, it's fine." He gets out of bed and pulls you into his arms. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"
"I…just some cramps, I'm fine." You look up at him, surprised at the worry etched on his face. You expected him to look disgusted.
"Are you sure? That's a lot of blood, it looks like it would hurt." He gestures to the stain.
You realize his little grimace when he saw it wasn't because he was grossed out, it was because he was worried about you. He’s so concerned, he’s so sweet.
"Listen, I can handle the sheets. Why don't you go take a shower? I'm sure you wanna get cleaned up." He kisses your forehead.
"Are you sure? I know it's kinda gross. If you don't want-"
"Babe, it's just blood, I got it. I just wanna make sure you're okay is all." He strokes your cheek, still looking worried.
He's really not disgusted or mad. He's worried about me. You let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm fine, I promise. I'll go shower." You peck his lips gently. "Use cold water on those sheets."
He nods, turning to gather them up while you grab your overnight bag and head back to the bathroom. You get out fresh clothes and search your toiletries, letting out a triumphant "A-ha!" when you find a pad wedged between your deodorant and toothbrush holder.
You ball up your dirty clothes and stuff them in the bag before showering quickly, making sure there's no trace of blood left in the tub before getting dressed.
You follow the sounds coming from the kitchen, smiling when you see Eddie standing over the stove, singing along with the radio.
"Oldies country? I'm shocked." You tease and he whirls around to face you, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks.
"Hey, it's all Wayne listens to so of course I know a couple songs." He protests. “Doesn’t make me a fan.”
"Oh I'm not judging, you sound great babe." You push his hair back to kiss his shoulder.
"We are having eggs with cheese, the house speciality." He says in a dramatic French accent. "You like, oui?"
"Oui." You giggle. "Can I do anything to help?"
"You can sit and look pretty, you're already halfway there." He kisses your nose. "My pretty baby."
"Oh, stop." Your cheeks turn pink as you sit down.
He serves you a plate of eggs and a glass of juice before sitting down beside you, grabbing your chair to tug you closer to him. Eddie always had to be close to you, resting a hand on your leg, brushing his thigh against yours, kissing your temple. You normally didn't like to be touched constantly, but with Eddie you craved it. Something in his touch made you feel happy and safe.
He tries to spoon feed you and you laugh, pushing his hand away. "Stop, you goof."
"It's part of the house speciality, the chef feeds you." He tugs one of your thighs over his, stroking your leg as he feeds you little bites.
"You're spoiling me." You murmur, taking a sip of your juice. “I’m fine, Eddie, really.”
He hesitates. "Does it…are you hurting?"
You nod. "Just a little, the cramps hurt. And my chest is a little sore."
He grins mischievously. "Seeing as I'm such a loving and devoted boyfriend, I'm more than happy to rub whatever hurts."
"Eddie!" You blush and hide your face in his neck.
"No, no, I insist. It's my job and I take my job very seriously." He quips as he puts the dirty dishes in the sink before leading you to the couch.
"Very funny. Although I wouldn't say no to a tummy rub right now."
He sprawls out on the couch and pulls you down beside him, your back against his chest. "Let me take care of you baby." He coos, rubbing your lower stomach gently.
"I thought…I thought maybe it would gross you out and you'd want me to go home." You admit. "I'm really sorry about the sheets."
He shakes his head. "Hey, none of that. Truthfully, I think it's kinda metal."
You look up at him over your shoulder. "You think periods are metal?"
"I mean, yeah, kinda! You're in pain and bleeding but you're still up walking around and doing stuff? It's a bit badass, babe."
You smile softly. "You're one-of-a-kind, you know that right?"
He looks pleased. "Right back at ya, gorgeous."
You snuggle in his arms, your eyelids starting to droop after a bit.
"Getting sleepy, pretty baby?"
You nod, kissing his cheek. "Can we nap?"
"Whatever my baby wants." He returns the kiss, holding you tightly.
You nod off in his arms as he keeps rubbing your stomach.
Eddie isn't even tired. He lies contently beside you, hugging you close as he strokes your tummy and back. When he finally does drift off to sleep, he whispers a soft "I love you." in your ear, feeling a weight lift off his chest as he says it for the first time, even though you're sleeping soundly and didn't hear him.
It doesn't matter though, because you fully intend to tell him you love him when you wake up. How could you not?
Author's Note: I'm easing back into writing, so this fic is super short but it's basically therapy for me rn. I do plan to resume all my series, gonna be on here much more.
Story Summary: You get your heart broken, and Eddie is there for you.
Ship: Eddie Munson x Female Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Reader is really fucking sad, there's a stabbing joke, idk if that would bother someone but just in case.
You burst into Eddie’s trailer without knocking, practically sprinting down the hall to his room and flinging open the door. He and his friends jump when you barge in, startled, Gareth practically falling off the bed.
“Jesus, Y/N do you knock-” Eddie trails off as he notices your tear streaked face. “Alright guys, out.” He says immediately, waving a hand dismissively.
Jeff groans. “You’re kicking us out? We’re in the middle of campaign plotting!”
“Out!” Eddie repeats, pushing them towards the door.
“Of course his girlfriend ranks above us guys, don’t act surprised.” Dustin teases, tugging on Jeff’s arm.
“She’s not my girlfriend, for the millionth time.” Eddie rolls his eyes. He wishes though.
“Mhmm, tell us that the next time you kick us out.” Gareth grumbles.
“You don’t…Eddie, never mind, I didn’t realize you were busy.” You manage to choke out.
Dustin whirls towards you when he hears the pain in your voice and realizes you’re sobbing. “Nah Y/N, it’s totally okay, we were pretty much done.” He smiles sympathetically before elbowing Jeff in the ribs.
“I’m sorry.” You mumble.
“It’s okay Y/N, we really were wrapping it up.” Jeff pats your arm as they leave.
As soon as they’re out the door, Eddie pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “Sweets, what’s wrong? What happened?”
You start to sob again, burying your face in his shoulder. “He chose her. He told me he was moving on and he chose her.”
“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry. Fuck.” Eddie snuggles you closer, stroking your hair. “You deserved better than that fucking prick anyways.”
You sniffle. “Stop, he wasn’t a prick. He told me we’d never be together and I kept on deluding myself into thinking we would somehow.”
“He also told you he was in love with you knowing that you two could never be. He never should have told you. He should have left you alone.”
“Stop, you always blame other people when I’m upset. This was on me. I saw him pulling away and I knew he was trying to move on and I still held on to hope. It just hurts. I was so fucking stupid.”
“Don’t ever say that about yourself again.” Eddie says sternly, brushing tears from your face with his thumb.
“It’s true. Of course he chose her. She’s perfect. She’s skinny and beautiful and uncomplicated and everything I’m not. I knew. I fucking knew he was gonna choose her.”
“Stop it. You are fucking perfect and if he can’t see that, if he can move on like you’re nothing, he’s the fucking stupid one.”
Eddie’s heart is breaking for you. To see you sobbing and hysterical, to see you so fucking broken, it’s almost more than he can take. You were the most amazing person he’d ever known, and he hated the guy for making you doubt that.
“I want him to move on and be happy, he deserves it. But I didn’t know it was gonna hurt this badly. I know it’s selfish but I can’t help but think “What about me? What am I supposed to do?”
“It’s not selfish. You are allowed to feel whatever you feel. Your feelings are valid and fuck anyone that makes you feel otherwise.” Eddie insists, hugging you close again. “I’ve got you, okay? I’m here for you, always.”
“Can we lay down? Please? I’ve cried to the point of exhaustion.” You mumble. All you’d done the entire day was sob and your eyes were so swollen you could barely hold them open.
He pulls you onto the bed with him, shifting onto his back so that you can rest your head on his chest. “Anything you need, sweets. I’m right here.” He murmurs, kissing the top of your head.
“Thank you. I’m really sorry that I interrupted your stuff with your friends.”
“Don’t apologize. You needed me. I’d drop anything if you needed me.” Eddie admits, grateful that you can’t see the blush creeping up his neck.
“You’re so sweet. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You lean up and kiss his cheek. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
He blushes more. “You’ll always have me, Y/N.”
“Your face is red, are you hot?” You start to lean back but he tugs you against him again.
“I’m fine. Stay.” He insists.
You snuggle into his arms, reaching a hand up to twist a lock of his hair around your fingers. Your tears stop after awhile, your sniffles subside. Eddie rocks you in his arms, humming a song soothingly.
“He broke my heart, Eds.” You whisper after a bit. “And I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay again.”
“You will. In time you won’t even remember him. Someone will mention his name and you’ll draw a blank. I promise you.”
“I don’t want to forget him. I just want the pain to stop.”
“It will, baby. Just give it time. And do whatever you need to do to feel better. Your feelings, your mental health, that’s what matters right now and fuck anyone that can’t see that.”
“You’re so insanely loyal, you know that? I could kill someone and you’d say it was their fault for running into my knife.”
“Shouldn’t have been running around sharp objects, totally their fault.” He quips, smoothing your hair as you look up at him. “Seriously, you will find happiness again. You don’t need anyone else to be happy. It comes from you, sweets.”
“You’re amazing, you know that, right?” You smile at him and realize it’s the first time you’ve smiled in days.
“There’s that gorgeous grin, I’ve missed that.” He can’t help but run his thumb over your bottom lip. Your breath hitches and your lips part as if they have a mind of their own.
Eddie groans softly, eyes fixated on your mouth. “Sweets…” His tone carries a warning.
You close off the space between the two of you and kiss him. Eddie returns the kiss, caught up in a moment of weakness. He should stop this. You’re not in the right mindset. But he indulges for a few more seconds before pulling away.
“We can’t.” He murmurs. “You need time and I understand that.”
You blush, starting to pull away from him. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
He tugs you back, shaking his head. “No, I’m glad you did. And I want to revisit this, when you’ve gotten over your heartbreak. I don’t want to be a rebound or a way to forget about him. I want to know that it’s real, Y/N, cause it’s real for me.”
“It is for me, too. But I agree, I need some time to process and move on from this.”
“Of course, sweets.”
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And Eddie does that. He gives you space and time, staying by your side to help you through your heartbreak. He holds your hand, he makes sure you eat and get some sleep, he listens to you cry and vent and scream and do everything you need to do to move on.
And one day someone brings up the guy you lost in conversation. Eddie’s eyes immediately flicker over to you, frowning.
But you’re okay. You barely register his name, your expression doesn’t change. You nod politely when someone tells you he’s engaged now, no trace of sadness or remorse on your face.
And that night, Eddie kisses you again for the first time in months. He cups your face and holds you close and tells you that he’s proud of you, that you’re amazing, and that you’re all his. Because after all, being happy with Eddie is what you deserve.
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Series Summary: Eddie is obsessed with you, but tries to hide it because he knows you’re a virgin and he doesn’t want to corrupt you or risk your friendship.
Chapter Summary: Eddie spends some time with you in your bedroom, you two have a conversation about where your relationship is going.
Characters/Pairing: Eddie Munson x Virgin Female Reader
Warnings: sexual situations, I don't wanna give too much away!
Word Count: Little over 2k
Need to catch up? Start with Part One
Eddie tells himself he shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be at your house in the middle of the night. He shouldn't be outside your window, debating on whether or not to knock and come inside. You're probably asleep, he tells himself, and he shouldn't bother you.
But he can't help it. He just can't.
He peers through your curtains, telling himself that he's just gonna check on you, make sure you're okay, and then he's gonna leave.
But when his eyes land on you in your bed, he knows he's not going anywhere.
You're on your stomach, sleep shirt pulled up, exposing your panties. He watches with fascination as you throw your head back, grinding on what he can only assume is one of your many stuffed animals.
His cock is instantly hard. He bites his lip to keep from groaning as you eagerly hump your toy, your hips rolling frantically as you whimper and chase your orgasm.
He doesn't know what will make him feel worse, continuing to watch you like a pervert or knocking on the window and disturbing your orgasm. All he knows is he definitely can't leave now.
You're moving even faster now, your face contorted in pleasure. For a moment, he's jealous. It should be him making you feel this good. Your orgasms should belong to him. Only him.
His eyes lock on your lips. You're mouthing something over and over, something that looks familiar, a word he should know. He realizes it's his name. You're humping your toy and moaning his name. The rush of blood to his dick leaves him light-headed.
He knocks.
At first you don't even hear the light tapping on your window, too wrapped in how good your teddy bear's nose feels pressing against your clit as you grind frantically. Your eyes are shut tightly, imagining it's Eddie underneath, pretending it's his thigh you're riding so hard it almost hurts.
"Eddie, make me cum, Eddie, please." You whimper out loud, rolling your hips in tight circles.
You hear the tapping this time and almost jump out of your skin, letting out a small shriek as you roll off the bed. The sound gets louder and you tiptoe to your window, peeking outside.
You sigh with relief when you see it's Eddie standing there, then groan as your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You open the window and Eddie stumbles inside, landing in a heap at your feet.
"How long were you outside my window?" You demand, trying desperately not to blush.
"Long enough." He teases, rising his feet.
"Oh, God." You cover your face, mortified.
He probably thinks I'm some kind of pervert, humping my teddy bear like that. I've never been more embarrassed in my life!
"You didn't get to finish, hmm?" He asks, tugging your hands away from your face. "My sweet girl didn't get to cum yet, did she?"
"Eddie, stop. I'm so embarrassed." You whine.
He takes your hand and leads you back to your bed, giving you a gentle shove.
"Go on, angel, finish up. I'll wait."
"It's fine, I don't need to-"
"Y/N. I want to see you finish." His tone is low, his face flushed with excitement and arousal. "Show me what you were doing."
You whimper softly, then straddle your bear once more. "I was, um, I was humping it like-"
"Don't tell me. Show me." He kneels behind you, giving your asscheek a light slap.
You start grinding once more, groaning as the pleasure starts to build up again.
Eddie wastes no time taking out his cock, and you let out a little yelp when you feel it against your ass.
"Relax, baby, not gonna hurt my angel, would never hurt you." He's already babbling, pulling down your panties and angling his cock between your folds. You tense up for a moment, thinking he's going to push inside you, but instead he adjusts himself so that his dick is lying lengthwise, and every time you slide backwards while grinding, his cockhead bumps your clit.
Eddie bites his lip and grips your hips, fighting the urge to bury himself in you. He wants you so badly, God, you're so perfect like this and you're soaking his cock. But you aren't ready. He's not ready.
"It feels so good." You whisper. "Eddie, more."
"My baby will take what she gets like a good girl. Don't get greedy, angel."
You whine and he slaps your ass, just enough to sting a little. "Hush. Keep rubbing on my dick."
You nod, tears springing up. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad."
His heart aches. "No, no, baby, never mad at you, I promise. I just wanna take my time with you, that's all."
"I love you." You moan. "Love you so much."
"I love you too, princess. My sweet angel."
You cry out and Eddie claps a hand over your mouth as your body spasms and you cum. He winces when you bite his hand, smacking your ass once more.
"What's gotten into my angel tonight?" He asks, removing his dick from your folds and flipping you on your back.
You lean up and kiss him. Eddie fumbles at first, surprised at your boldness, but kisses you back, nibbling on your bottom lip.
You slip a hand between the two of you and wrap it around his dick. Eddie gasps, breaking the kiss.
"What are you doing, angel?"
"You touch me, why can't I touch you?" You retort, stroking his length the way you'd seen him do it.
Eddie's hips jerks and his eyes nearly roll back in his head. "My baby shouldn't be acting like this. So bold. So shameful."
"You don't like it? Should I stop?" You start to pull your hand away but Eddie grabs it.
"No, no, please don't stop." He groans. "Feels too good."
You guide him on his back and Eddie is powerless to stop you, his hips bucking frantically as he fucks your palm.
"Angel, please."
"I wanna taste you."
His eyes widen. "What? Baby, no."
"I want you."
He grunts, flexing into your hand over and over. "Y/N. Please."
You lean over and lick his cockhead.
"Fuck…" He hisses through clenched teeth.
You flick your tongue experimentally, the salty flavor unlike anything you've tasted before.
"Should I stop?" You ask, your bravado slipping a bit.
"I'm gonna…baby…" Eddie groans as he erupts, shooting cum all over your face and chest.
You squeal, closing your eyes and leaning back as the hot creamy liquid splatters on you.
"Fuck, angel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose control like that, forgive me, please." Eddie pulls his handkerchief out of his back pocket, swiping at the cum on your skin. "I'm so fucking sorry."
You whimper slightly. "I'm fine."
"No, no, that was so wrong of me. Fuck, baby, forgive me." He pleads.
You push his hand away. He watches in shock as you dip a finger in some of the cum on your chest, then stick your finger in your mouth, sucking.
"Oh God, look at you. What has gotten into you?" Eddie asks, tucking himself back into his pants and pulling you into his lap.
"You didn't like it?" You ask worriedly, your bottom lip quivering slightly.
His heart lurches. "I loved it angel, it was amazing, I promise. Just so out of character for you is all."
You shrug. "I just wanted to make you feel good too."
"You did, baby, you made me feel incredible."
"Then why don't you seem happy?"
"I am. I'm very happy with you. I just want to make sure you're okay with all this. I'd never want to make my baby uncomfortable or upset."
"I'm fine. Promise." But you aren't. There's still an ache between your legs and you know he's the only one that can satisfy it.
He rocks you in his lap, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks.
You snuggle into him, eyes fluttering closed. "Can you stay for a bit?" You ask softly.
"Of course, princess."
"I love you." You mumble, falling asleep in his arms.
Eddie stays until the sun starts to come up, then reluctantly shifts you off his lap and onto the bed. He kisses your forehead gently, not wanting to wake you.
He starts to leave, his eyes falling on your stuffed bear as he turns. He grins to himself as he picks it up. Surely you won't mind if he borrows it for a day or two.
~~~~~
Monday morning you open your locker, surprised to see your teddy bear sitting on the top shelf with a folded note.
Borrowed him. <3 Eds
You pick up your bear and hug him, breathing in deep. It smells like weed and Eddie's aftershave now. He walks past you a few moments later, grinning when he sees you squeezing it. You make a show of kissing its nose and Eddie laughs out loud, confusing his friends that walk with him.
After school you're walking out of the double doors with a few classmates, chatting about homework and upcoming class projects. Eddie's van comes pulling up with a roar, windows down and music blaring. He glances out the window at you over his sunglasses, motioning for you to get in.
You ignore the shocked looks on your friends' faces as you hop in the passenger seat and kiss Eddie's cheek. He gives your friends a mocking salute and takes off out of the parking lot.
"Your place or mine, angel?"
"Yours."
Eddie strokes your thigh the entire drive, his hand never leaving your body. He pulls into his driveway a bit later, helping you out of the van. He squeezes your fingers gently, leading you into the trailer.
"Do you want a drink? Are you hungry?"
"I want you." You reply boldly, tugging him down the hall to his room.
Eddie chuckles. "My baby is getting greedy, isn't she?"
"We don't have to do anything. Just wanna be in your arms."
He grins. "Anything you want."
Ten minutes later you're tucked into Eddie's bed, his arms and legs wrapped around you. His hands roam your body, comforting gentle touches that relax you.
You reach up and smooth his curls off his forehead, kissing his temple. He smiles as you stroke his cheek.
"You're so beautiful, Eddie."
"No, that's all you, baby. Fucking perfect, you are." He slips a hand under your shirt, rubbing your back. "My perfect angel."
You kiss him gently. "I'm not perfect."
"In my eyes you are. So sweet and angelic." He coos, peppering your face with soft kisses.
"I love you, Eddie."
His heart swells. "I love you too, angel, love you so fucking much. Losing my mind over how much, ya know?"
"Can I ask something?"
"Anything, baby."
You blush, trying to get the words out.
"Are we…are we ever gonna go all the way?"
Eddie’s eyes widen. "Sweetheart…"
"I mean, that's where this is heading, right? I just wanna know if it's gonna be sooner rather than later." You blush deeper, not able to look at his face as you ask. But it's been weeks of this, touching and humping and tasting but nothing more and you want him so badly you ache. You need to know.
Eddie clears his throat. "You, um, you'd let me?"
"Obviously? I let you do anything you want to me. I was practically begging for it last night."
"You were caught up in the moment. You didn't know what you were asking for."
You frown. "I'm a virgin, not an idiot. I knew what I was asking for."
"I didn't say you were an idiot, baby. But your first time, it should be special. You deserve that. I don't know if I'll ever be good enough to take your virginity. I don't deserve you."
"That's not true. You're so sweet and good, Eddie. I see it. I don't care what anyone else says."
"Just give us some more time, angel. This isn't something you should rush into. I want you to be absolutely sure."
"I am."
He shakes his head. "Not really. But you will be."
You pout and Eddie laughs, kissing your bottom lip. "Soon, angel. I promise."
