Oh my gods i fear you'll never understand what beast you have awoken in me with your adrian chase fic. The casual ways in which he stalks, almost like hes not even hiding it, is so in character of how I imagine him. the readers complicated feelings are such a straw nerve for me because I too would be struggling with disgust and fear while also desperately wanting to take a bite out of him for his signs of devotion and love. Im going to tattoo this story on my arm so it can cradle me physically every night as well as mentally. Im going to print it out and eat it. (Im so sorry for not being normal about it but AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH)
never ever apologise for this again u made my whole day are u kidding me. i wasn't sure if i even wanted to write more and now its all i can think about u r an angel im going to print out this ask and eat it. pls talk to me abt him anytime u are more than welcome i will roll out the red carpet
adrian chase / fem!reader. 18+. softcore smut, dubcon, stalking (?) idk he's a freak.
tw: the lion does not concern herself with proofreading
you'd thought him sweet, at first. that maybe he could use a friend.
that's the problem with throwing a starving dog a bone. he'll always come back hungrier. take and take and take until your cupboards are bare.
for every moment you spend in his company, there's something increasingly sinister in the way he looks at you. only in a certain light, but definitely there. something frenzied. obsessive. a sort of intensity he hasn't yet earned.
you don't ask how he knows things about you he shouldn't. the names of your neighbors and your parents. what you had for dinner last night and the colour of your sheets. it's sick, but there's something easy about it â to know he's already done the hard parts â memorizing the small talk and a lifetime full of anecdotes. like spotting an animal in the forest and knowing it's already been watching you for hours.
maybe you're put together wrong. wired to feel comfort where there should be revulsion. fascination where there should be fear.
his looks don't help. soft lashes, big hands. sharp angles and kind eyes the colour of sea glass.
in the front seat of his car, he kisses you like he might never get the chance to again. teeth knocking in enthusiasm, spit soaking your chin. he can't seem to decide what to do with his mouth or his hands, so he does it all. paws at your ass and nearly chews through your bottom lip. winds his hand around to cradle your jaw as he chokes you on his tongue. you can't think straight for days.
two nights later, you catch a whiff of his grocery store cologne on the breeze from your open window. just past midnight, freshly showered and on your way to bed. fear sinks a stone in your gut.
you call his name soft under your breath. disbelieving.
he steps out from the shadows in the corner of the room on your second try of his name, smiling dopily. he's only ever unsettling when you notice the madness in his eyes.
"you shouldn't leave your window open like that, y'know. something bad could happen."
you picture him scaling the side of the building to creep in and suddenly feel sick.
"like what? you're gonna chop me up into little pieces?" you aim for humour and land squarely on paranoia.
he frowns â tuts at you, disapproving. "i wouldn't've made any noise if i was gonna kill you, silly."
"besides," he shrugs. "i could'a done that an hour ago when you were in the shower."
"here â like this-"
you go lightheaded as he takes a step foward.
he sidles up behind you â brings his hand up slow and drags a thumb across your throat. a cartoon slicing noise accompanies the movement, and you're keenly aware that you can feel your heartbeat in your molars. he bumps his hips into your ass and you squeak, stomach swooping, warmth pooling in the cradle of your hips.
your head spins. the burning in your stomach starts up again. that sick, hot combination of revulsion and lust. the thought that perhaps you've bitten off more than you can chew all at once.
so you take it in small bites.
spit up the bile rising in your throat and let him kiss you half blind, crooked glasses and flushed cheeks. push the thought aside when you realize you'd never given him your address. pretend not to hear when he tells you he loves you â calls you his best friend, face buried between your legs.
your bag doesn't even make it to the hook, nor your shoes to their rack. both lie abandoned in the hallway as you drag yourself inside - tainted by the remnants of a day from hell.
in the kitchen you find him, in his socks, shirt undone two buttons. looking two sizes too big in your kitchenette. everything seems to tilt towards him. you're no exception.
clark tuts softly as your head hits his chest. its pure animal instinct to bury your nose into the concentrated smell of him; peppercorn and pear beneath his starched shirt. you dissolve like sugar in water against the wall of his chest.
"sleepy girl." he rasps â lips pressed to the crown of your head, vibrating down your spine.
"i think i can hear my blood."
clark's soft laughter rumbles through you. he bends his knees, hooks his fingers at the back of your thighs and lifts you onto the counter.
deft fingers creep up the hem of your skirt, stilling against the waistband of your stockings.
"want these off?"
you smile - slow, cloying.
"depends. are you flirting with me?"
his dark hair shines like a river under the moon. dimples framing his matching smile. "do you want me to be?"
"yes, please."
he's so gentle with it you could cry. kinder and more patient than you ever care to be with yourself. tucking his big hands under your legs and peeling the nylon to your ankles until it forms a ball on the tile.
"thanks, handsome."
"how was your day?" you try.
"shh. later." he urges.
his thumbs press firm to the ball of your ankle. "shouldn't wear your shoes so tight."
you hadn't noticed the redness on your heels till now.
you shrug, wiggling your foot from his grasp. "'s just a blister."
"i know." clark frowns. "but it's on you."
he says things like that often, things you don't know what to do with, where to put. things that knock the wind out of you just a little. like a basketball to the chest.
"can i take care of you?â
can i, he asks.
"please,' you urge, "i'm begging you to lay one on meâ"
you meet in the middle halfway through laughter, mouths pressed hot together. you sag against him immediately, and clark makes a deep rumbling sound that goes straight past your tonsils and explodes into butterflies in your gut.
your arms slink around the back of his neck, wrists crossed, and tug him closer still.
he smiles against your mouth and you can feel the stretch of it, slow, languorous.
heavy touches down your waist and hips, now. its gradual, easy, the building heat in your middle. like slipping into a bath. the fluttering in your gut morphs to a vacuum abyss when clark's knees hit the floor.
he singes spit-damp kisses on the insides your thighs, nudging closer and closer to the second heartbeat between them. he doesn't bother to remove your underwear. just pushes them to the side gently, slots his mouth over the centre of you and licks. your head hits the back of the cabinet hard.
having clark between your legs never gets any less devastating. you'd argue it's worse, now he knows how wound up he can get you. how quickly, how easily. still, there's no ego. nothing to prove but his own affection.
slow waves of pleasure melt all the way through you as his hot honey mouth laves over your seeping wetness, twitching in your stomach and toes.
your calves curve over his back â the smooth, corded muscle there, and grind helplessly against his chin. you're quickly unravelling under his stifling attention. sweat prickling, headache pounding behind your eyes.
clark senses your growing panic; pulls away for just a moment - turns his head into your thigh and presses his lips there. you can feel the curve of his smile against your skin.
"deep breath, honey. i gotch'a"
your voice comes out a simper, something shaped vaguely like his name. and then he's back, sucking gentle at your clit as your back arches hard, fingers turning to talons in his hair.
it's you who comes, clenching around the muscle of his gentle, seeking tongue â but it feels like his orgasm, really.
you're cotton wool now. soup in your centre, static between the ears, messy at the crux of your thighs.
you watch adoringly as clark picks himself up, tucks your discarded tights into his waistband.
"i'm gonna get you back so bad."
"yeah?" he goads. starry-eyed, front page smile.
âmm-hm. âshow you in the morning." you insist. "gonna make you pancakes and get on top 'n everything.â
you offer him your pinky â feel like you could throw up from the enormity of the feeling when he flips your palm and kisses your ring finger instead.
a/n: thank u for all of the love on the first part !!! i am eternally grateful. behold, some more of these freaks: (18+, fem!reader)
two wednesdays later, you push open steve's screen door and promptly shriek, freeze, and take the brunt of the door square in the face.
they're flush against the kitchen counter â eddie shirtless, the top button popped open on steve's jeans. tongues halfway down eachothers throat. youâre not sure which one of them youâd trade places with if you could.
steve's on you in a heartbeat.
"shit, shit- are you okay? â c'mere, let me look at your face."
you end up on the kitchen island, somehow, steve's gentle eyes tracking over your features while eddie dives elbow deep in the freezer.
the sting of your face is nothing compared to the fluttering in your stomach. still, you let eddie press a bag of garden peas between your eyes until the crease between steve's brow disappears.
"'m fine. 'm sorry â thank you." you manage, cotton wool in your throat. as your embarrasment fades, implication sits heavy in your gut. you hadn't caught them - not really. they'd known you'd been on your way over. even called when you were five minutes away.
steve rubs his hairline, face split somewhere halfway between frustration and guilt.
"didn't mean to interrupt." you try, barking out a flat laugh.
eddie grins. "no? that's a shame."
you can't get the image out of your brain. searing into your eyelids and setting your stomach alight with a wild burst of heat. desire so deep you're sure they can see it yawning through your chest.
"sorry if i killed the mood."
"killed the mood? are you kidding me?" steve flirts, tucking a hair gently behind your ear. stars in his eyes. eddie's fingers ghost over your kneecap.
"you are the mood."
"wanna watch, sweetheart? or y' want in too?"
you nod quick, warmth in your middle sinking as eddie's big ringed hand creeps higher. "in, in, please."
soft laughter, shuffling.
eddie leans in, captures your lips with his mouth and you know what steve meant by animal. not violent. just messy. all-encompasing. curls tickling your cheeks as he licks past your canines.
your legs part and he follows, pulling back to cup the gnawing heat at the apex of your thighs. your palm hits the counter hard, hips craning towards them.
"'s it, honey. we got you." steve murmurs soft. eyes back and forth between your face and eddie's fingers. you know how he feels.
"should'a see us the other day after you left. couldn't stop thinkin' bout you."
you let out a bubbly gasp as he tucks two fingers down the front of your underwear.
"want both of youâ please?"
steve coos and leans in to pick up eddie's work. smushes a sweet, warm peck onto your lips. a deep rumbling moan purrs out of him when you lick into his mouth - nose squishing into your cheek.
you go limp against steve's mouth as eddie tucks two fingers inside of you - to the first knuckle, fat of his palm pressed flush to your clit.
if you didn't know what to do with your hands before, you'd no hope now. eddies hips. steve's tummy. spoiled for choice.
you scrabble at both of their shoulders as steves hand inches down to palm himself over denim.
"i wantâoh, i want-"
"what, sweetheart? can have anything you want, you know that."
you're going to go half insane. they're both so pretty. smell so nice and hold you just right, melt your bones down to caramel.
your hands crowd forward, fumbling with steve's waistband. he blows air out hard through his nose while eddie grins.
you both deflate together when you get your hand on steve. he's silky hot, pulsing against you, hips canting up - hissing into your mouth as you buck against eddie's hand.
you're breathless. white hot, two-for-one churning pleasure. there's a vast ache in your middle growing by the second. winding tighter.
your hand stalls on steve in the distraction and eddie won't have it. his hand comes down over yours and squeezes. steve swears, bucking hard against the both of you. your head spins.
"this is, oh â so not normal."
you all laugh in tandem. eddie's snicker, steve's breathless huff. a soft, shared, magic thing.
a/n: thank u for all of the love on the first part !!! i am eternally grateful. behold, some more of these freaks: (18+, fem!reader)
two wednesdays later, you push open steve's screen door and promptly shriek, freeze, and take the brunt of the door square in the face.
they're flush against the kitchen counter â eddie shirtless, the top button popped open on steve's jeans. tongues halfway down eachothers throat. youâre not sure which one of them youâd trade places with if you could.
steve's on you in a heartbeat.
"shit, shit- are you okay? â c'mere, let me look at your face."
you end up on the kitchen island, somehow, steve's gentle eyes tracking over your features while eddie dives elbow deep in the freezer.
the sting of your face is nothing compared to the fluttering in your stomach. still, you let eddie press a bag of garden peas between your eyes until the crease between steve's brow disappears.
"'m fine. 'm sorry â thank you." you manage, cotton wool in your throat. as your embarrasment fades, implication sits heavy in your gut. you hadn't caught them - not really. they'd known you'd been on your way over. even called when you were five minutes away.
steve rubs his hairline, face split somewhere halfway between frustration and guilt.
"didn't mean to interrupt." you try, barking out a flat laugh.
eddie grins. "no? that's a shame."
you can't get the image out of your brain. searing into your eyelids and setting your stomach alight with a wild burst of heat. desire so deep you're sure they can see it yawning through your chest.
"sorry if i killed the mood."
"killed the mood? are you kidding me?" steve flirts, tucking a hair gently behind your ear. stars in his eyes. eddie's fingers ghost over your kneecap.
"you are the mood."
"wanna watch, sweetheart? or y' want in too?"
you nod quick, warmth in your middle sinking as eddie's big ringed hand creeps higher. "in, in, please."
soft laughter, shuffling.
eddie leans in, captures your lips with his mouth and you know what steve meant by animal. not violent. just messy. all-encompasing. curls tickling your cheeks as he licks past your canines.
your legs part and he follows, pulling back to cup the gnawing heat at the apex of your thighs. your palm hits the counter hard, hips craning towards them.
"'s it, honey. we got you." steve murmurs soft. eyes back and forth between your face and eddie's fingers. you know how he feels.
"should'a see us the other day after you left. couldn't stop thinkin' bout you."
you let out a bubbly gasp as he tucks two fingers down the front of your underwear.
"want both of youâ please?"
steve coos and leans in to pick up eddie's work. smushes a sweet, warm peck onto your lips. a deep rumbling moan purrs out of him when you lick into his mouth - nose squishing into your cheek.
you go limp against steve's mouth as eddie tucks two fingers inside of you - to the first knuckle, fat of his palm pressed flush to your clit.
if you didn't know what to do with your hands before, you'd no hope now. eddies hips. steve's tummy. spoiled for choice.
you scrabble at both of their shoulders as steves hand inches down to palm himself over denim.
"i wantâoh, i want-"
"what, sweetheart? can have anything you want, you know that."
you're going to go half insane. they're both so pretty. smell so nice and hold you just right, melt your bones down to caramel.
your hands crowd forward, fumbling with steve's waistband. he blows air out hard through his nose while eddie grins.
you both deflate together when you get your hand on steve. he's silky hot, pulsing against you, hips canting up - hissing into your mouth as you buck against eddie's hand.
you're breathless. white hot, two-for-one churning pleasure. there's a vast ache in your middle growing by the second. winding tighter.
your hand stalls on steve in the distraction and eddie won't have it. his hand comes down over yours and squeezes. steve swears, bucking hard against the both of you. your head spins.
"this is, oh â so not normal."
you all laugh in tandem. eddie's snicker, steve's breathless huff. a soft, shared, magic thing.
he looks depraved. sweat dotting his hairline, curls plastered to his forehead, face split into half a grin around rabid panting.
he's shoved all of the pillows onto the floor, rucked his shirt halfway up to expose his stomach and chest because he can't bear to feel anything other than your skin against his.
your thighs burn from chasing the pulse between them, and eddie keeps bucking upwards, throwing you off your rythm and grinning when you writhe. you're so overwhelmed, fire turning over and over under your skin, and he won't shut up.
"c'mon baby, let me have it â spit in my mouth-"
it hits you like he's slapped you in the face, sends heat flooding to your cheeks and your core.
eddie whines high and reedy, hips bucking upwards into you so hard you nearly topple out of his lap.
"please, fuck, you're no- no fun. fucking s-spit in my mouth, sweetheart."
he's pissing you off, thinks you won't do it. ordinarily you wouldn't. but he's so cocky and he's not letting you fuck him the way you want to and you're half crazy with it.
two things happen, then. you rear back, spit messily into his half-open mouth, and eddie spills inside you with a moan like he's been punched in the gut.
"oh fuck, shit, fuckâ"
âyouâre such a slut.â you tease, breathless.
eddie grins through blurry, lovesick eyes. grinning like you'd kissed him on the forehead and brought him flowers, not spat in his mouth and called him a whore.
it's a rush of movement then, twitching limbs and gasping as he lifts and pushes you down onto your back. hovering chest to chest, eddie's eyes glimmer with determination.
"again."
you obey, gathering another round of saliva for his open mouth, jaw slack, eyes half-lidded.
eddie hums appreciatively, shuffling down.
filthy hot pleasure rips up your spine as the wet mess of his mouth slots between your thighs.
eddie nearly eats shit on the linoleum when he rounds the corner and catches sight of you in the kitchen, elbow deep in a box of cereal in your towel.Â
heâs babbling like a madman, spinning around on his heel and flushing a lovely shade of pink. you canât help the bubble of fond laughter that spills out of your mouth.Â
âbabe. relax. âs just a towel.â
eddie coughs, eyes flitting over the bare expanse of your legs, then your collarbones, and then helplessly to the ceiling. âi know, jesus, but youâre like, naked under there.â
âyouâre allowed to look, eds â you're my boyfriend. i'd be kinda offended if you didn't wanna perv on me."
both of eddieâs hands come up over his face, dragging down his eyes and cheeks as a low groan tumbles from his throat. âshut the fuck up. youâre gonna kill me.â
you beam around a handful of captain crunch.Â
âalright. okay. get over here. i'll perv on you so hard you can't see straight."
eddie launches towards you so fast you shriek and nearly drop the box. the towel isn't far behind.
hiii i am LIVING for all your notes app blurbs đ„č i saw that you were taking requests so i wanted to shoot my shot! could you pretty please with cherries on top do giggly and smiley and silly and sweet sex with eddie đ„č heâs just a nerdy simpy lovesick lover boy to his core and i just know it. thank you mwa!!! â€ïž
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18+, fem!reader
eddie is suffocating, blistering like the sun, sturdy pinning you against your dresser. thereâs nothing funny about it â not in the way his hands are pawing at your chest or the shape of him through his jeans when he brushes against your thigh. eddie seems to disagree. you pull back from his face with a frustrated huff, head smacking the wall behind you with the force of it.Â
âeddie, i canât kiss you properly when youâre grinning like an idiot.â
he gives it proper air time now that youâve stopped trying, smile splitting across his pretty face like a fault line.Â
âcanât help it.â he shrugs, nudging closer â hand sliding up the front of your t-shirt. âi mean, holy shit, have you seen yourself? iâm gonna eat you alive.â
his finger brushes just below the underwire of your bra and your whole body flushes hot.
âyeah?â
âshit, yeah, baby. iâll go cannibal holocaust on one of these.â his grip is tight on your thigh, squeezing so hard your flesh bulges out from between his ringed fingers. laughter blooms in your chest.
âmy leg? nah. iâd go your ass, for sure.â
eddie nods, grin plastered stuck. âyeah? you wanna eat my aâ"
your face screws up quick, one hand slamming down over his open mouth. eddie cackles, the sound muffled by your cupped palm.Â
âno gross sex jokes before noon, please.â you urge, eyes dancing with amusement. eddie licks your hand and nips at your fingers until you yank it away, and then his mouth swallows your sounds of protest and youâre quickly boiling up again.Â
his hand brushes past the hem of your skirt, rucking it up. "no? how 'bout just the gross sex part?"
"i'll allow it." you breathe, trying to swallow the lump in your throat as he drops to his knees on the carpet. you'd know him blind; the fond squeak of his leather jacket and the chains on his belt as he situates himself.
he wades in closer, grabbing one of your legs to sling over his shoulder, and a perfume bottle somewhere by your arm goes flying. âoops.â
âbabe.â he chuckles, eyes alight. âdid you get dressed in the dark or something?â
âyou got the wrong day of the week down here.â he explains, finger tracing across the embroidery on your underwear. a shiver runs up your spine.Â
âno.â you huff, aching to snap your thighs together with his hand still shoved between them. the soft, tickling sensation of his touch is driving you half crazy. âthursday is on the floor in the backseat of your van."
âand? didn't feel like skipping a day? - catchin' a breeze?â eddie smiles, eyes wide and teasing, brows tugging upwards.
âeddie, please. would you justââ
it's little salvation from the feeling when he buries his face between your thighs, offending underwear pushed to the side, a ragged moan ripping from your throat.
hot, melty pleasure washes over your bones. your hands go flying to the top of his head and more of the junk atop your dresser tumbles to the ground as his flattened tongue slices through the pooling arousal at your core.
âyouâre â youâre so good at that, fuck â i love you, oh-â
eddie groans against you, surfacing for a moment to nip at the fat of your inner thigh with his canines.
âbaby, donât say shit like that, âm begging you. 'm gonna cream my jeans.â
he doesnât stay up for long â just enough to get his message across, and then heâs working at you again, tightening the band of pressure in your gut with his swirling tongue.Â
âwhich- ohmy god. which part? that i love you, or thatâ oh shit-â
you donât manage to finish the sentence before youâre tumbling headfirst and gasping into pleasure. your thighs twitch around his head, back arching, a second pulse between your legs.
heâs grinning like the cat that got the canary when he pops back up, pushing back his fringe and slotting between your wide stance.
eddie's manspreading like nobodyâs business, shoveling handfuls of popcorn into his mouth, flyaways from his frizzy ponytail a halo in the tv light. on screen, someoneâs eyes roll back in their head as a priest brandishes a crucifix.
ââlooks like your face when you cum."
three pieces of popcorn go flying at eddie's head in quick succession. he ducks and misses every one.
âiâm gonna smack you into next tuesday. what about your face, huh? you're gonna catch a fly one day the way your mouth hangs open like that."
you love him. even when he says the kind of things that make your soda fly out of your nose. maybe even more for it.Â
âyeah?â he challenges, beatific grin teasing the corners of his mouth. the kernels you'd thrown fly back in your direction â featherlight impacts on your chest and your forehead.
âuh huh.â
âcome here.â eddie emphasizes, suddenly urgent in his desire to have you closer. he smothers his face in your neck, your chest, huffing hot air over your skin. Â
âi fuckin' love you,â his voice rumbles under your skin and warms you from the inside out. it comes like breathing to return the sentiment.
"you got popcornâ" eddie starts, gesturing towards your cleavage with his chin. "right thereâ here, let me get itâ"
the noise you make as he flips you onto your back and tugs your neckline all the way to your navel could give the on-screen exorcism a run for its money.
a/n: just a baby ramble :) more parts in the works if anybody reads this and would like! pls let me know. 18+, fem!reader
you like hanging out with steve and eddie, really you do â but sometimes they go somewhere else, like all couples do; a loaded stare or a shared cigarette and suddenly you don't know where to look, what to do with your hands.
worse still, you canât figure out for the life of you when you started picturing yourself in the middle.
it seems to hit you all at once, that bone deep ache mixed with the hot flush of shame when your eyes linger on their mouths for seconds after they part.
eddieâs nudging you with the edge of his sneaker from his spot above you on the couch.
"hey. where'd you go, space case?"
at his side, steve reaches for his pepsi and you wonder if eddie can taste it on his mouth.
âsorry.â you plaster on a smile, but youâre a million miles away. stomach flipping, trying desperately to remember what anybody had been talking about for the past five minutes. you come up blank.
eddie starts it. settles back against the cushions again, sliding his legs further apart and throwing one arm behind steve.
âfeeling left out, is that it, huh?â
steve frowns. your heart burns in your mouth now, burning sick at the back of your molars. âeddie, leave her alone.â
you know he isnât being cruel. know heâs only teasing, know he wonât expect you to react the way you do.
âfuck off.â
thereâs no conviction in your words. you canât even look either of them in the eye.
a beat passes in silence. from the corner of your eye, steveâs big hand in a warning squeeze at eddieâs thigh. âyou want a kiss too, sweetheart?â
your hands fly to your temples in anguish. âwhat the fuck is happening right now?â
eddie cackles, not unkindly. lightly, suddenly, like it crept up on him.
steve kicks into gear beside him, tutting in disapproval. heâs so pretty, even when heâs frowning, though right now you canât figure out what for.
âlet me. you kiss like a fucking animal âyouâll scare her.â
eddie rolls his eyes despite the growing smile that splits his cheeks.
you feel more than a little sick all the sudden. dizzy and breathless like you've just come back from a run.
steve seems to watch all of this transpire on your face, and his voice is spun silk when he speaks again. âwanna come up here?â
âthereâs no room.â you rasp. eyes glued to the spot where their thighs press together.
âsure there is, honey.â
they have to do a bit of shuffling, relocating two or three cushions to the floor â but sure enough, a gap emerges between them on the couch.
eddie turns sideways as you slot into the gap, legs crossing awkwardly to knock knees with your bare skin. steveâs hand is a weight on the small of your back.
âis this okay?â
okay. it's not in the first round of adjectives that come to mind, nor the second or even the third.
you nod in lieu of an answer, and steve mimics you with a soft smile. âdo you think i could kiss you now?â
the reply gets caught in your throat, eyes flitting helplessly to eddie at your side.
"if you guys are fucking with me, i swear to godâ"
âhey." eddie warns, suddenly stern. "does it look like we're fucking with you?"
if eddie kisses like an animal, steve kisses like a husband. like he loves you already. warm and soft and wanting. fingers urging your jaw wide as he licks into your mouth.
youâre so caught up you donât even notice eddie wading in at your side until his lips brush against the pulse point at the line of your throat and you whimper into steveâs mouth.
âshit.â steve pulls away from your lips with a smack and meets eddieâs eye where he's tucked into the crook of your neck. fire churns under your skin â right hand tangled in the back of eddie's curls and the left flush to steveâs thigh.
steve fixes you with a look, heavy with a different sort of kindness now. eyes dark, lips tingling.
âanything else we can do for you, honey?â
your legs widen instinctively as his thumb smooths across your cheekbone.
âiâll-,â you rasp. âiâll keep a tab open.â
eddie laughs against you, canines grazing your throat. steveâs grin is beatific.
eddie's manspreading like nobodyâs business, shoveling handfuls of popcorn into his mouth, flyaways from his frizzy ponytail a halo in the tv light. on screen, someoneâs eyes roll back in their head as a priest brandishes a crucifix.
ââlooks like your face when you cum."
three pieces of popcorn go flying at eddie's head in quick succession. he ducks and misses every one.
âiâm gonna smack you into next tuesday. what about your face, huh? you're gonna catch a fly one day the way your mouth hangs open like that."
you love him. even when he says the kind of things that make your soda fly out of your nose. maybe even more for it.Â
âyeah?â he challenges, beatific grin teasing the corners of his mouth. the kernels you'd thrown fly back in your direction â featherlight impacts on your chest and your forehead.
âuh huh.â
âcome here.â eddie emphasizes, suddenly urgent in his desire to have you closer. he smothers his face in your neck, your chest, huffing hot air over your skin. Â
âi fuckin' love you,â his voice rumbles under your skin and warms you from the inside out. it comes like breathing to return the sentiment.
"you got popcornâ" eddie starts, gesturing towards your cleavage with his chin. "right thereâ here, let me get itâ"
the noise you make as he flips you onto your back and tugs your neckline all the way to your navel could give the on-screen exorcism a run for its money.
A quiet night at home turns into something else entirely when Eddie Munson shows up to deliver your pizza.
Isnât this how all mediocre pornos great love stories start?
18+ MDNIâ8.1k
cw: light alcohol/weed use, discussions of poor sex-periences, bed sharing, down bad eddie, fingering/oral (fem receiving)
I edged myself a little with this, itâs like a 7:1 ratio of fluff to smut with nothing but tensionnn in between. Just how I like it.
You didnât mind being alone. Not really.
Truth be told, you kind of preferred a nice quiet night to yourself every now and again. It gave you a chance to read without interruption; to watch a long stretch of episodes of your favorite show you had seen a hundred times before; to indulge in a lengthened version of your skincare routine.
But lately youâd been having a lot of quiet nights.
Winter had settled fully in Hawkins, the frigid weather and barrage of storms lately making it difficult to go out at night or do much of anything other than sit inside and count the walls. And with Robin gone for the whole weekend, the relentless silence of your apartment only made it worse.
You made an honest effort to remedy the situationâsending a handful of texts to anyone you thought might be available, only to come up empty. Nancy and Jonathan were out celebrating some anniversary. Steve had a date with whatever girl he had conned into thinking he was charming enough to go out with this week. And Chrissy was fully buried underneath her coursework, but she âcould definitely do something next week!â
So that was that. You knew Argyle was working his usual shift, so you hadnât bothered to text him. Instead, dialing the number for Surfer Boy as you resolved to drown your sorrows in a pizza loaded with all the toppings Robin always gagged at whenever you suggested them.
It was impossible for you not to beam when the man himself answered, the roughness in his voice indicating he was currently surrounded by a fresh cloud of his beloved Purple Palm Tree Delight.
He was now managing the franchiseâs first and only midwest location they decided to open after the California chain started recording a deluge of calls from Indiana and assumed it must be some sort of untapped market. Come to find out, the people in Hawkins were just calling the number on the side of Argyleâs bright yellow van theyâd seen riding around town.
âThatâs all?â he chortled at your order. âOne small pizza? Are you and Buckley planning some kinda Battle Royale fight to the death or something?â
âSheâs gone for the weekend,â you explained.
âOh, really? All by your lonesome then, are you?â
His typically gravelly tone was tinged with a hint of mischief, but you didnât pay it much mind. This was Argyle, after all. You knew him well enough by now not to try and decode anything that went on inside that wonderfully weird head of his.
âWell, with you at work thereâs no one to keep me company, is there?â you teased, putting on a flirty affectation you just knew would make him blush.
âBaby doll, Iâll close up shop right now!â
His deep and throaty laugh made you giggle along with him as he relayed your order to the kitchen staff and then came back on the line to assure you that it would be there âlemony split.â
With dinner ordered, you started to assemble some essentials for your wild night on the sofaâ oversized blanket, extra snacks, a small arsenal of face masks and serums. You even splurged a bit and lit one of your nicer candles, the fresh scent of bergamot filling up your living room as you headed into the kitchen to clean up.
About half-way through you doing your dishes came the soft tread of footsteps on the stairwell outside, followed by a bouncy and rhythmic knock being rapped on your front door.
âOne sec,â you called out, shaking the remnants of soapy water from your hands and drying them on the thighs of your sweatpants.
Your hand closed around the door knob and you yanked it open only to be bombarded by a head of dark, wild curls and a pair of deep brown eyes that instantly made your mind go blank.
âWhat are you doing here?â
The words just burst out of you, sounding far harsher than you intended, and Eddie Munsonâs lips twitched with the beginnings of a smirk as he looked you up and down.
âNice to see you, too,â he chortled. âThat how you greet everyone who brings you your dinner?â
Your gaze fell to the pizza box he held in his hands that you had missed entirely, too distracted by his eyes and his nose and his lips and those cute little dimples in his cheeks. Not to mention his stupid big hands with his stupid long fingers that were wrapped around your dinnerâŠ
âSorry,â you said, squishing your eyes shut and shaking your head as though it would wipe away your lustful thoughts like an etch-a-sketch. âI just wasnât expecting you. Or, umâŠI meant, I didnât know you worked at Surfer Boy.â
âItâs a new gig,â Eddie said, his smile filled with as much wily charm as ever as he handed over the box. âArgyle convinced me to come on board. Decent hours and the moneyâs good.â
âOhâŠsweet.âÂ
You nodded back at him and prayed you didnât sound half as awkward as you felt. With one hand, you balanced the pizza box on your hip while the other reached for the cash youâd set out earlier on the little table by your door. But a frown covered your face as you glanced between the bills and the box you were holding that looked quite a bit bigger than it should have been.
âSomething wrong?â Eddie asked. âAw, shitâwe didnât fuck up the toppings, did we?â
âNo, no, nothing like that,â you assured. âItâs just, I only ordered a small and this oneâs a large.â
âOh, yeah. Arg had them change it after he rang it in. He just wanted you to have some extra.â
You chuckled, âReally? I donât know why, itâs just me tonight.â
âNo Buckley?â
Eddieâs brows raised slightly, disappearing behind his twisty bangs as he looked past you inside your apartment. You swayed slightly, in an attempt to block his view of the little couch nest youâd built for yourself. His gaze returned to yours, eyes flickering with something like intrigue.
âYouâre flying solo, then?â he asked.
âPretty much. I mean, I called around a bit and everyone was busy. SoâŠyeah.â
He tilted his head at you. âYou didnât call me.â
âOhâŠâ
Eddieâs lips quirked in a smile that actually made your breath catch. He didnât sound offended, not like he was accusing you of anything. But his soft voice and the feigned (it was feigned, wasnât it?) look of disappointment on his face made your chest radiate with warmth.
The truth was, you would have loved to call Eddie. You had actually hovered over his contact info in your phone more times than you cared to admit, only to keep chickening out at the last second.
âW-well, youâre working tonight,â you reasoned. âSo, we couldnât have hung out anyway.â
âActually⊠Argyle cut me early,â Eddie said. âTurned out to be a slower night than he thought, so he said I could call it quits after this delivery.â
Oh. Oh.Â
âWell, do youâŠâ You swallowed hard, trying to bring some relief to your throat that had run dry. âI mean, did you wanna have dinner? Apparently, Iâve got plenty of food.â
Another weak chuckle trickled out of you as you held up the pizza box, telling yourself it must be the heat of the pie within making your palms sweat the way they were. Eddieâs dark eyes actually danced under the harsh fluorescent lights of your buildingâs breeze-through.
âThatâd be great,â he said, flashing you a smile that made your knees wobble. âWayneâs gone this weekend too. Trailerâs kind of lonely without him.â
âOkay! Uh, come on in.â
The sudden shrillness of your voice made you cringe inwardly as you stepped sideways for him to pass, but he didnât seem to notice. Or at least he acted like he didnât. He simply smiled as he came inside, pausing to toe off his boots and shuck off his leather jacket at the door.
Heâd clearly dressed for the heat of Surfer Boyâs kitchen and not the bitter wind howling outside, clad only in a red and black flannel over a gray tank that seemed to cling to his lean frame as if by static electricity alone. His ratty black jeans taunted you with flashes of pale skin peeking through the holes in the knees and the smell of oregano filled your nose as he fluffed up his hair.
He looked a lot better than you didâparticularly when you were in your lounge clothes, which werenât exactly fetching.
Baggy and oversized, worn threadbare in more than a few places from multiple wears. Splattered with a myriad of tiny mystery stains no amount of washing could get out.
Nothing to be done about it now, you supposed.
Eddie had been to your place plenty of times for parties and movie nights, but that had always been with other people around.
Never just you. Never the two of you alone.
That realization and the nerves it induced made the back of your neck unbearably hot as you set the pizza on the coffee table and headed for the kitchen to retrieve plates and napkinsâall of the dignified and civilized things youâd have to use now that you had an audience.
And alcohol. Definitely, definitely needed alcohol if you were gonna even attempt to be normal.
âYou want a beer?â you asked from the fridge.
Eddie nodded as he followed into the kitchen and leaned against the cabinetry. His totally calm and casual demeanor only made you more anxious, your chest getting tight and your hands shaking as you pried the caps off two beers. You clinked your bottle against his and took a long draught, heart racing as you stared at the ceiling.
Chill the fuck out, you scolded yourself. Heâs just a guy. Itâs just pizza. Itâs no big deal, itâs noâ
âYou okay?â Eddie asked, making your runaway train of thought come to a screeching halt.
âYeah, totally,â you lied through your teeth. âUm⊠I guess I was fully in hermit mode already. I really didnât expect to see anyone tonight.â
Let alone you, you finished internally.
âSorry about that,â Eddie said. âI didnât mean to, like, crash your whole evening.â
âNo, noâitâs not like that at all,â you stammered, the words tumbling out of you in a rush. âIâm glad youâre here, really. Itâs nice to have company.â
âYeah? Okay, good.â He smiled into another sip of his beer. âIâm glad Iâm here too.â
Your lips spread into a smile that mirrored his and a sort of quiet warmth passed between you. You found yourself staring into his eyes, holding his gaze until it flickered down your body.
He studied you in that soul-plundering way of his that made you feel all light and tingly all over.
âHere, you should have this back,â he said all of a sudden, âI feel kind of weird keeping it.â
You looked down just as he tugged the money youâd paid him with out of his pocket. He held it out to you, only to find your hand already pushing it back, fingers briefly closing over his fist.
âEddie, no. No way,â you scoffed. âDonât be silly.â
He opened his mouth to protest, but you fixed him with a warning glareâa pretty withering one if you did say so yourself. One that made him nod reluctantly and sigh softly in defeat.
âAlright, at least let me contribute something,â he said, returning the cash to his pocket and instead producing a fat, pristinely rolled joint. Argyleâs handiwork, you were all but certain.
You grinned and clinked your bottle with his.Â
âDone.â
Beers and plates and joint in hand, you and Eddie headed over to the sofa only for you to stop short when you remembered your former plans for the evening. He watched curiously as you cleared the table, your stomach even more unruly now with half a beer sloshing around inside of it.
âWhatâs all this?â he asked, indicating the various packets and bottles. You laughed nervously.
âItâs just skin stuff. I was gonna do a face mask while I watched a movieâŠbecause thatâs just the rock and roll kinda lifestyle I lead.â
Your jittery attempt at a joke only made Eddieâs own smile widen as he plucked one of the packets from your grasp and held it up to read the label.
âCan I do one?â he asked.
You choked back another laugh, brow arching at him in disbelief. âDo you want to?â
âKind of, yeah,â he chortled. âThey look kinda like potions or something. Seems like fun.â
You rolled your shoulder in a shrug. âThen knock yourself out,â you said.Â
And he did.
Eddie plopped himself down at one end of the sofa and ripped into the package heâd selected. It was branded as a âunicornâ mask, which really just meant it was made out of shiny, holographic paper that shone with rainbows when the light hit it. He admired the swirling colors briefly and then set about laying the mask over his face, his head suddenly turning to catch you staring.
âAm I beautiful yet?â he asked, playfully fluttering his long lashes at you.
You already were.
The thought popped into your head so quickly you almost said it out loud and you had to bite back the comment, your pulse starting to race all over again. You pressed your lips together as you nodded and focused all your attention on placing a pair of gel patches under your own eyes.
Eddie watched you tap them into place, smiling. âYou do this a lot?â he asked.
âEvery couple weeks or so. More often in the winter because the cold really fucks with my skin. Obviously.â You gestured at your face and sighed.
âI never noticed,â he said with a gentle shake of his head. âAlways looks nice to me.â
The compliment made your face burn in spite of the cooling aloe patches and you shook your head, the tingling in your cheeks only increasing the longer his eyes lingered on you. With shaky hands, you reached for the remote and started flipping through the channels while Eddie dug into the pizza. The both of you hummed excitedly in unison as you landed on an old horror flick just as the opening credits had started to roll, the decision of what to watch made easy.
As you set the remote down and reached for your own slices, realizing Eddie had plated up two and placed them down in front of you, you couldnât stop your eyes from dating sideways to look at him once more. But the moment you did, a loud laugh burst out and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to try and stifle itâfailing miserably.
He had his tongue stretched out as far as it would go, the pink muscle wiggling wildly as he tried to guide the end of his pizza into his mouth through the too-small opening of his mask.
âHang on, hang on,â you said, taking some mercy on him. âLet me help you.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he scoffed, âIâm doing great over here.â
It only made you laugh harder watching Eddie as he kept trying to eat, now clumsily flicking out his tongue like a drunken chameleon and grimacing when he tasted some of the product on his mask.
He stilled, though, as you scooted onto the center cushion and began to further tear the slits around his mouth, your fingers trembling as they brushed the corners of his plush lips.
Too late, you realized how close your face had gotten to his. Your eyes nearly crossed you were staring at him so hard, trapped in his hypnotic gaze as his enormous eyes locked on yours. The deep brown, almost black, of them only looked more otherworldly like this, surrounded by swirls of silver and rainbows like he was some kind of alien or android. Blinking dumbly, as if coming out of a trance, you pulled your hands away.
âUmâŠbetter?â you asked, eyes darting away from his face and almost instantly returning.
Eddie tested how far he could unhinge his jaw, stretching his mouth open as far as he could, unencumbered by the chin portion of his mask. He brought his slice up to take a massive bite.
âPerfect,â he said, grinning widely through a mouthful of cheese and sauce.
You actually did manage to relax at least slightly the longer the night wore on, helped immensely by the joint Eddie lit and offered to you to take the first hit. It passed leisurely between you, each of your inhales making it easier to deal with the idea that your lips were basically touching his.
Another movie started up after the one you first put on finished, but you made no move towards the remote. Your body felt warm and relaxed from the high, limbs melding into the sofa cushions like you were becoming part of them.
And Eddie too seemed perfectly happy to spend his night exactly where he was. His unicorn mask sat discarded on top of his pizza crusts and heâd shifted down in his seat, knees spreading wide and filling your mind withâŠthoughts.
You kept expecting him to make some excuse to leave, freaked out that heâd caught you looking at him just a few too many times for comfort.
But he never did.
âI think this is the last of it,â Eddie said, staring at the tiny smoldering nub pinched between his thumb and forefinger.
âTake it, itâs yours,â you smiled, letting your head squish against the back of the couch.Â
Eddie shook his head. âCâmon, now,â he grinned back at you. âSharing is caring.â
He crooked his fingers, motioning for you to move in closer as he brought the joint up to his lips and steadily inhaled the last hit. He shifted onto the center cushion and you mirrored his movement, his knee bumping your calf lightly as you tucked your feet beneath you, toes wiggling nervously.
With his free hand, he gently cupped the side of your face and tilted your head to the side as his own lips parted and you leaned together.Â
A stream of smoke poured out of him and you breathed it in, holding it in your chest for a few moments before you exhaled it back at him. He smiled as your breath fanned over his face, his dimples showing as his cheeks pushed up fully. The sight made your own smile spread, pulling your bottom lip back with your teeth as his thumb softly caressed your jaw.
His lips parted again, a whisper of your name falling off them, sounding like a foreign language.Â
You inhaled deeply again, trying to steady your racing heart, your whole body suddenly tingling in a way that was distinctly different from the way it did from the high. It didnât do any good, though, not when Eddieâs head lifted slightly and you swore his eyes started to closeâ
A loud BEEP made you jump away, the moment shattered by your phone getting a text.
You instantly felt the loss of Eddieâs hand where it had been holding you, cold now in spite of all the blood currently coursing beneath your skin. You turned and fumbled about for your phone as it beeped again, almost more insistently.
Eddie retreated to his end of the sofa and you gave your head another forcible shake, trying to rid yourself of the shivers running rampant over your body. Whatever you imagined was just about to happen was surely not going toâthe weed had to have your mind playing tricks on you.
âUgh.â
The sound popped out unconsciously, irritation flaring just at the sight of the name attached to the message and making you recoil before you even opened it to see what it said.
âJeez,â Eddie smirked at your distasteful noise, giving you a sly look. âWhoâs that?â
âNobody,â you sighed, rolling your eyes. âJust some guy I went out with a few times.â
Eddie sputtered slightly on the sip of beer heâd just taken, a dusting of pink spreading across his cheeks and his eyes rounding slightly as he wiped his palm on the thigh of his jeans.
âOh. Do I, umâŠdo I need to, like, make myself scarce or something?â
A bitter laugh burst out at the implication and you started to shake your head a little too hard. âAhh, no,â you told him flatly, âNot at all.â
Eddieâs shoulders relaxed, his smile returning, seeming almost a little pleased to hear that.
âHow come?â he asked with a teasing smile, nodding at the rest of your skincare on the table. âYou donât wanna get him over here? Get him all nice and moisturized?â
âIâm good,â you assured, clicking off your phone and silencing it before laying it face down on the table. âNot exactly in the mood to beg someone to go down on me tonight, soââ
âBeg?â Eddie scoffed, taking another swig of his beer. âWho has to be begged to do that?â
Your gaze darted sideways, eyeing him curiously.Â
âUhhâŠall of them? In my experience, most guys arenât all that into it. You know?â
âNo, not really,â he said, shrugging his shoulders. âI fuckinâ love it.â
Your own drink stopped half-way to your lips and you chanced another glance at him. Your voice went quiet. Meeker than you would have liked. Lacking all the frankness with which he spoke.
âYouâŠyou do?â
âWell, yeah,â he said. âI mean, making a girl come on your tongue is likeâŠâ
He trailed off into silence, looking up at the ceiling as he searched for the right word, but youâd jumped back in before he could find it.
âYou make them come? JustâŠjust from that?â
âAhhâŠâ Eddie faltered now, staring at his lap and picking at the label on his beer with his thumb nail. âNot always. It depends on the girl. But, I dunnoâŠmaybe, like, ninety percent of the time?â
âJesus Christ,â you gasped, eyes rounding with embarrassment when you realized you said it out loud. Beside you, Eddie shifted in his seat on the couch, turning himself towards you.
âDo you not come when they go down on you?â
You blinked back at him, almost too stunned to speak. âWellâŠno. They arenât usually down there that long. I mostly just need it because the spit helps when Iâm not wet.â
Holy shit. That weed must have been way stronger than you realized for these words to be spilling out of you like they were. Cheeks officially a raging inferno, you focused every speck of your attention on the movie flickering on the TV.
Eddieâs eyes never left your face, though. His expression only softened as he stared at you, his words coming out in a hushed whisper.
âOh, sweetheartâŠâ
Your face only burned hotter from the way he said it. Itâs not exactly pity in his tone, or filling his eyes, itâs more likeâŠdisappointment.
Disappointment in who, you werenât entirely sure. And you sure as shit werenât going to let this go on long enough to find out.
âIâm sorry, I donât know how we got on this,â you said. âThis is way too much information for you.â
âNo, no, thatâs not what Iââ
Eddieâs hand started to reach out for you, but you were already on your feet.Â
Scrambling to gather up your soiled plates and desperate to look anywhere besides at him, you hurried into the kitchen to start cleaning up. The weed in your system was starting to turn on you, making your mind run rampant with competing thoughts, the most persistent of them being an echo of Eddieâs voice, hearing the same four words over and over and over again.
I fuckinâ love it.
Just the memory of him saying them made your stomach swoop and your core flutter, your hands shaking as you reached to turn on the tap.
âCan I just ask you one more thing?â
Eddieâs voice behind you made your shoulders tense, but you forced them to remain stillâtrying to look relaxed. The plates in your hands clinked against the sink basin as you set them down and turned slowly, resting your butt on the edge of the counter as you nodded at him.
He moved forward tentatively, setting down the beer bottles heâd brought from the living room.
âDo you like going down on guys?â
Your mouth fell open at the question and you had to quickly snap it shut. âUmâŠyeah,â you said after clearing your throat. âI like it fine.â
Truth be toldâŠyou really did like it. And with the right partner, you kind of loved it.
There was a kind of satisfaction you got watching even the most confident and charismatic guys be reduced to a simpering pile of putty as soon as your mouth came anywhere near their cock.
It was an intoxicating sort of power you felt when you drew the most desperate and eager sounds out of themâlike when a guy slid into your mouth for the first time and just groaned in relief, like he had never felt anything as good as you in his life.
âOkay, then,â Eddie grinned, his eyes flickering as he watched your face. âSo the person youâre with should like it too, right? He shouldnât do it just because he has to. He should do it because he wants to make you feel good. The same way you want him to feel good.â
He took slow, careful steps forward as he spoke, the distance between you getting smaller with each. You felt your chest start to heave, trying to keep the furious pounding of your heart under control as Eddieâs body drew nearer.
He came to a stop in front of you, brown eyes trained on the space between your nose and chin. He licked his lips, running the flat of his tongue over the bottom one like he was imagining it was your own. Saliva flooded your mouth and you swallowed it down, lips trembling as they parted.
You thought you might be sick with anticipation, waiting for the touch of his mouth on yours. Because he was gonna kiss you, right?Â
God, did you want him to kiss youâŠ
Your grasp curled under the lip of the counter, nails digging into the wood beneath the laminate. Eddieâs eyes broke from yours, flitting down to see your hands clenched, like you were trying to rip off a chunk of it. His brow furrowed slightly and he took a step back, the absolute deflation you felt as he stepped away making your whole body slump as the tension flooded out of it.
It was so overwhelming, you had to look away, eyes landing on the clock over the stove.
âOh, shit!â you gasped, making Eddieâs head jump back up. âIs it really that late?â
Midnight had come and gone according to the glowing green numbers without you so much as noticing. Eddie swallowed hard, his mouth falling open like he wanted to say something else, but no words came out. Instead, he busied himself with getting the emptied bottles heâd set down and tossing them in the recycling bin.
âI, umâŠI should get out of your hair,â he sighed, ringed hand rubbing the back of his neck.
You werenât totally sure what possessed you to say what you did next. Something about the sight of his frowning face, the corners of his lips turned down in confusion or even disappointment, it was hard to say which. All you could think was that you didnât want him to leave.
âYou donât have to,â you said suddenly.
Eddieâs stopped short and his spine straightened, his head turning slowly towards you like he wasnât convinced he really just heard those words come out of your mouth. You shot him a small smile.Â
âYou can stay overâŠif you want.â
He stared back at you, doe eyes blinking at you in surprise. âReally?â he asked.
âYeah, of course,â you said, trying not to sound like your vocal chords were in a vice. âThe roads are shit and itâs late. I meanâŠitâs only if you want. You certainly donât have toââ
âNo, no, no, that-that would be great, actually,â he said, the words tumbling out in a rush. He took a steadying breath and smiled as his eyes met yours again. âIâd really like that.â
With the sort of energy that would make a hummingbird jealous, you bustled around the apartment gathering a spare pillow and an extra blanket for Eddie while he brushed his teeth in the bathroom. You carried them over to the couch, hugging the linens tight to your chest.Â
You thought about how they might smell like him in the morning. How he might wake up with his hair all big and messy from sleep, his eyes half-lidded with crust in the corners, his boxers slung low on his narrow hips, the small trail of hair that swirled just below his navel on displayâ
âThanks,â Eddie said, making you jump when you realized he was behind you.Â
Your heartbeat thundered in your eardrums as you turned around and held the linens out to him. His fingers met yours among the folds and you nearly jumped out of your skin at the contact.
âN-no problem,â you said, averting your gaze again as you headed down the short hallway.
You hovered at your bedroom door, glancing back over your shoulder at Eddie as he flicked off all of the lights except the one on the end table, peeling away his flannel to reveal his sinewy arms littered with tattoos. The sight made your cheeks pulse in time with your heartbeat. Among other things.
âGood night,â you said.Â
Eddieâs head snapped up and he stared at you for a brief moment, his eyes running up and down your body, his bottom lip between his teeth like he was deep in thought about something.
âGood night,â he said finally. âSleep tight.â
In bed, sleep evaded you.Â
You lay there, splayed wide in the center of your mattress, arms and legs stretched out across the rumpled sheets youâd gotten yourself twisted up in too many times to count as youâd turned over and over and over and over, searching for a comfortable position. Finding none.
Any attempt at settling down for the night was impossible when you couldnât shake thisâŠthis⊠incessant, obstinate, unrelenting need calling out for satisfaction. It was like your body could sense that Eddie was in the next room and was refusing sleep in favor of filling your mind with thoughts of what could happen, of what he might be doing, if you just went out there and went for it.
What if you did? Just strode down the hall and climbed on top of him in the dark? Whipped off your sleep shirt to bare yourself and let his hands and lips roam freely all over you? You could just about feel the cold bite of his rings on your skin, you were thinking about it so much.
The conversation youâd had earlier kept running through your head, his words still echoing in your mind and making you throb everywhere.Â
I fuckinâ love it, heâd said. Blatantly. Plainly. Like it should be obvious. But youâd never heard anyone express that kind of affinity for eating a girl out.
The majority of the guys youâd been with, those who had been willing to do it at all, only seemed to be doing so under duress or out of obligation. Or worse, they spent the exact bare minimum amount of time down there in order to get you going, only to stop short, and wasted no time redirecting the focus to their pleasure.
Then, of course, they had all the time in the world.
It was hard to say why, but there was something about Eddie wanting to do itâeven being eager to do so, that only made him hotter.
You huffed loudly and pushed the heels of your hands against your eyes, forfeiting the staring contest you were locked in with your ceiling.
This was so stupid. You were getting yourself all worked up, and over what? Eddie was most likely balls deep in a REM cycle by now, and if you went out there and made some kind of ill-conceived âmoveâ on him there was absolutely, positively, no chance in hell he would everâ
Knock knock knock
The gentle raps on your door made you bolt upright in bed. They were so quiet, you thought maybe you might have dreamed them, painfully awake as you were. But then they sounded again, this time accompanied by Eddieâs hushed voice tentatively calling out your name.
âYeah?âÂ
Your eyes zeroed in on your door knob, waiting with bated breath for it to turn, but Eddie spoke again before he dared to even touch it.
âHey, umâŠcan I come in?â he asked.
You tugged your sheets upwards, covering your exposed thighs as you inhaled a deep bracing breath. âS-sure,â you said, still despising the nervous way your voice wavered.
The door finally cracked open and Eddie poked his head in. A little sliver of light from the hallway illuminated your room and you could see his curls were now tied up in a bun, sitting low on his neck with a few short tendrils framing his face. It made it so that you could actually see his ears and you realized for the first time they were kind of cute.Â
How the fuck could ears be so cute?
âSorry to bug you,â he whispered. âBut do you have an extra blanket or something? Itâs, umâŠit's kind of cold out there.â
âOh, shit,â you sighed in realization. âItâs probably the windows. One of them doesnât close right. Uh, yeah, just let meââ
You started to climb out of the bed, only to freeze as your foot hovered over the rug. The big shirt you had worn to sleep in was long, but not that long. The hem of it barely skimmed the bottom of your ass and if you stood up, you would basically be flashing Eddie your underwear.
Maybe it was okay? It would only be for a second. And it was mostly dark, maybe he wouldnât even notice? Or maybe you didnât need to get out of bed at allâŠ
âYou know, umâŠâ You licked your lips, daring yourself to look back up at Eddie. âYou could just sleep in here. If you want.â
Eddieâs eyes flickered at that, dark brown irises black in the low light, filling with something you couldnât quite place. Was it apprehension? Surprise? Excitement?
âYou sure?â he asked, his voice still hushed.
You swallowed hard as you drew your leg back underneath the warmth of the blanket, nodding at him to confirm, your teeth gnawing at the fleshy insides of your cheek as you did.
He entered the room fully, revealing how heâd stripped down to nothing but his tank top and a pair of blue checkered boxers. As he pushed the door closed behind him and crossed over to the opposite side of your bed, your heart threatened to beat straight out of your chest.Â
Your eyes briefly darted downwards only for you to avert them just as quicklyâtelling yourself it must be the dark playing tricks on you, making you think you saw his boxers were half-tented.
The mattress dipped as he settled into the bed with you and you felt a rush of heat that came off his body like a furnace as you both scooted down to lay flat. Your body was rigid as you resumed your staring contest with the ceiling, thundering heartbeat only picking up more speed when Eddie rolled over onto his side to look at you.
âCan you not sleep?â he asked, his voice coming out in a gentle rasp.
Your hair rustled against your pillow as you shook your head. âNo. You?â
âNope. Iâve, umâŠIâve been thinking about what we talked about,â he said slowly. âEarlier.â
You inhaled sharply, certain he had to be able to see the effect he had on you even in near pitch darkness. But was it really your imagination that you seemed to have a similar effect on him?
âYeah?â you whispered.
Eddie nodded, his eyes dropping to your mouth, the tip of his tongue swiping across his bottom lip to wet it as he spoke.
âI was wondering if I couldâŠif youâd like me toââ
âYes.â
The word all but flew out of you, filled with heat and need. And no sooner had you uttered it was he rolling on top of you, his body pressing against yours, his rapidly firming length prodding your heat through your panties. His lips descended on to yours, making every part of you heave in response to his touch. He actually moaned into your kiss, both your lips and his vibrating with the sound. Every part of him moved with yours in perfect harmony, every curve and bulge of his body finding a home against your own.
Itâs like youâre warm bread and heâs the butter, spreading smoothly across you and melting into your every crease and crevice.
âFuck, Iâve wanted this so long,â he panted out in between feverish kisses dotted along your neck, his teeth nipping at your racing pulse.
âReally?â
âGod, yes,â he groaned, his hands gliding over the length of your body. âI dreamed about touching youâŠhow youâd soundâŠwhat youâd taste likeâŠâ
âJesus Christ.â
You had never felt like this before, your very being thrumming with energy and ready to go off like a firecracker as soon as someone lit your match. You could have chalked it up to the weed, or to the beer, or to the fact that you hadnât been touched like this in so longâand even when you had been touched, it was nothing like this.
But ultimately you knewâŠthe real reason was him.
âFeel good?â Eddie asked, his pink lips curled up in a catlike smile as he rolled his hips forward, pressing them against you in a filthy grind that had your back arching off the bed.
âShit,â you gasped, breathless, âS-so good, Eddieâfuck.â
The way he was moving against you had your mind emptying rapidly. It was all you could do not to wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze him close to increase that sinful sweet pressure he was putting on your core. But Eddie was quick to give you more, pushing up on his hands so his hips married with yours and he could look down at the mess he was making of you.
âEddie, I want you to fuck me,â you whined, voice all high and desperate. âI need it, please.â
His original offer had officially flown out of your head. All you could think about right now was him being fully seated inside of you, his cock stroking your walls, his thrusts reaching deep. Heâd gotten you so wet just from kissing, him going down on you now was practically redundant.
âYou want my cock already, huh?â he teased you lowly, leaning in close again, the tip of his nose touching yours. âToo bad.â
His gentle mocking tone and the way he purred so softly made every atom in your body tremble. You stared up at him with your hips squirming trying to chase the friction you so desperately needed as he started to shuffle further down the bed, making you whimper at the loss.
âWhatâs wrong?â he chuckled at your pitiful little sound. âYou think Iâm being mean?â
You nodded back at him and his giant eyes glinted in the dark, his handsome face full of mirth and mischief as his chest rumbled with a laugh. The sound of it rippled down your spine, making it go instantly rigid and then slackening like the crack of a whip. Oh, you were in troubleâŠ
âWell, I am mean. And selfish too,â he gritted out, his fingers kneading at your waist, bunching the material of your t-shirt in his fists to pull it taught across your chest. âBecause Iâm gonna kiss this pussy all I wantâŠall night long, if I feel like it.â
With his words dripping thick and sweet from his lips, he shifted even further down on the bed with a practiced swivel of his hips. He kissed his way down your body, pushing up the hem of your shirt to reveal the bare expanse of your stomach and hips, groaning again as he caught a glimpse of the underside of your breasts.
âIâveâŠbeen waitingâŠway too longâŠto taste youâŠâ
His voice slipped back into that lower register as he placed a line of delicate kisses to your navel in between his words. His head dropped lower, lower, lower until he met the apex of your spread thighs. A soft moan escaped your lips as he laved his tongue over your clothed slit, licking through the thin barrier until his spit had soaked through the cotton to mix with your arousal.
âTake them off,â you gasped, raising your hips to help him.
If he had decided to tear them, to rip them right from your body, you wouldnât have minded in the slightest. But he curled his fingers around the elastic and dragged them down your legs, settling back on his calves to tug them off, the blunt edges of his fingernails raking lightly over your skin all the way to your ankles. It made gooseflesh bloom across every inch of you, all the way to your scalp as you pushed your head back into the pillow, so overwhelmed by the feeling.
He works infuriatingly slow. Teasing you, toying with you like itâs a big game. He kissed softly along your seam, nuzzling his face against your inner thighs, skimming his lips over your folds that are doused with your slick, not even bringing his tongue into play yet. It makes your clit just ache for him, the little bundle of nerves yearning for the attention he just won't give it.
Not yet.
Finally, finally, he placed one long kiss on your sensitive bead, popping off far too soon for your liking to murmur softly to you in the dark.
âCanât believe you had to beg that loser to do thisâŠIâd beg you just to let me do itâŠâ
âThen do it, Eddie,â you groaned, bunching the sheets in your fists. âPlease, please, just do itââ
Youâre almost crying now you want him so badly, the anticipation making your chest tighten and your lungs constrict. All the amusement drains from Eddieâs face as he looks at you, doe eyes shining like they held every star in the galaxy as he studied your pained expression.
âRelax for me, baby,â Eddie soothed in a steady whisper, his palm rubbing across your stomach. âIâm gonna take care of you, okay? I promise.â
Keeping your gaze locked on his, you nodded back at him and then closed your eyes to take the deepest breath you could manage. He watched you silently, studying the way your chest rose as you inhaled, and the way you held the breath in for a five count before you released.
And just as your breath crested, just as you felt the relief of the oxygen flowing throug your body, he fixed his lips around your clit and sucked.
The noise that he dragged out of you didnât even sound human. It was shock, it was calm, it was joy, it was confusion, it was elation, it was rage.
It was as though every emotion youâd ever felt in your whole life was thrown into a blender and that sound was the end result.
Your hips jumped, bucking into his face, but Eddie never faltered. He kept his hold on you, arms wrapped tight around your thighs to keep them spread open so he could continue to devour you. He didnât just go down on you, his mouth and tongue and chin and nose moved together in any and every possible direction until you yourself had forgotten which way was up.
It made you doubt your very existence. No way was this real. No way could anything feel this fucking good. And yet at the same time, it was too real. The tickle of his hair on your inner thigh, his hot breath fanning over your most private skin, the noises he made muffled by your pussy lips. Every visceral detail swirled together, rushing you headlong towards oblivion.
âThatâs it, thatâs it,â Eddie said hoarsely. âCome on my tongue for me, beautiful. I gotta have it.â
He pulled his lips from you, his fingers plunging easily inside your gushing center, crooking up to rub that spot you only ever dreamed of someone reaching. As you clenched around his digits and he could feel how close you were, his tongue returned to your folds in long and languid swipes that ended in fluttering flicks and swirls.
He does everything so carefully, so thoroughly, that the brink he brings you to feels more earned than anything youâve ever felt. Stars burst behind your rolled back eyes, tears squeezing out at the corners and spilling down your cheeks.
Your mouth fell open as you moaned in earnest abandon, chanting out his name in praise in between heaving breaths to gulp down air.
The aftershock seems to last longer than the orgasm itself, your legs twitching under Eddieâs firm grasp long after the explosive feeling had receded. He slid up to lay next to you, cradling you gently in his arms, out of breath himself as he watched you return to earth, his nose and mouth and chin all glistening with your spend.
âYou okay?â he asked, hopeful and earnest, his cocky bravado long since dissolved.
âSo good,â you gasped. âIt was incredible, Eddie. Holy shitâŠâ
His chest shook with a low laugh at your dazed expression. Your eyelids drooped, exhaustion trying to overtake you, but you forced it back. Suddenly filled with the urge to make him feel as good as you did, you let your hand drift toward his boxers, making his whole body shudder as your hand grazed across a damp spot there.
WaitâŠwas that? No, not a chance. No way did he come just from eating you out.
âEasy, killer,â Eddie chuckled, reaching down for your wandering hand and lacing his fingers with yours to gently tug it back up and kiss it. âWhat do you want in there, huh?â
âEddie, please,â you pouted up at him as your eyes fought to stay open. âI want more, I want to make you come too.â
âWe will,â he assured you, his fingertips gently trailing across your forehead, down your temple, along your jaw. âJust close your eyes for a minute. Then weâll do anything you want.â
The sigh you let out was a little huffy, but you couldnât deny how appealing it sounded to rest your eyesâjust for a minute. They start to flutter shut and the last thing you felt was Eddieâs warm breath on your ear as he leaned close to whisper,
âGood night, sweetheart.â
Sunlight came streaming through your blinds far too soon for your liking. Its warm rays splashed across your face as it rose in the sky and you withdrew reluctantly from your sleep.
A deep, blissful, fucked-out sleep like you hadnât had in years.
Everything came into focus slowly as you woke. The hum of the fan overhead pushing cool air down, the distant chirp of birds from the tree outside your windowâŠthe subtle weight of Eddieâs arm slung across your torso.
He was still asleep next to you, snoring softly with his face smashed into the lilacs printed on your pillowcase. You couldnât be sure if he had fallen asleep holding you or if he reached for you at some point during the night and never let go.
Either option was equally enthralling.
His hair had come loose from his bun, curls now big and frizzy around his face like a lionâs mane. And even in sleep, there was a look of quiet satisfaction on his face. Contentedness, like he was in the middle of a really good dream. You even let yourself believe you saw the slight curve of a smile on his plush lips, one you were sure matched your own.
You reached out a hand and gently touched the fringe obscuring his large forehead, brushing them back to reveal the thickness of his eyebrows and the dusting of freckles along his nose and cheeks. Fuck him, if he wasnât even prettier.
Moving carefully so as not to disturb his slumber, you rolled over onto your side and reached for your phone on the nightstand, looking for the time and instead finding a text from Argyle.
hope u enjoyed ur special delivery ;)
Thank you for reading. love you, mean it! đ
This has been gathering dust in my drafts for a minute now.
Been feeling the lack of inspiration/motivation to write lately real hard, so it was nice to go back to something that I really enjoyed writing and had a lot of fun with.
âCanât believe you had to beg that loser to do thisâŠIâd beg you just to let me do itâŠâ
this is so hot it gave me a stomach ache oh my god. oh mygod
âWe will,â he assured you, his fingertips gently trailing across your forehead, down your temple, along your jaw. âJust close your eyes for a minute. Then weâll do anything you want.â
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