You Belong To Me - part 2.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (Brief) Billy Hargrove x fem! Reader
Summary: Its a surprise 😉🤫
Warnings/Tags: 18+ minors dni! Unestablished dom/sub relationship, bullying, cheating, angst, smut, phone sex, masturbation (let me know if I missed something)
An: Hi you guys! I guess I'm not new to writing anymore but I'm still a newbie. All feedback is welcome, be gentle please haha. Please do not steal or copy my work. Don’t repost without credit. This is my written work, everything besides the characters and plot points by the original writers, belongs to me. Love you guys and thank you so much for the support, hope you enjoy ❤
Word Count: 5,291
Eddie let out a heavy sigh as he flopped down onto his bed. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He had just got back in from the party and was mentally drained. His mind wandered back to the fight he had at the party with Chrissy. She had confronted him about his prolonged absence and it had quickly turned into a screaming match between them.
His conscious nagged at him about what he had done behind Chrissy's back but he didn't regret it, not for a single second. The only regret he had was that he had gotten with Chrissy before you.
You were from here but had moved away when your parents had gotten a divorce. The custody battle over you was brutal and had taken months to be resolved. After your mother had won the case, you moved back to town but by that point, he had already gotten with Chrissy. You were the only person before the battle with Vecna that cared to talk to him. You didn't follow the crowd and didn't join in when people bullied him, you were nice to everyone and that included him as well. He had wanted to ask you out but didnt have the confidence to do so at that time.
When you returned, his attitude towards you changed. Unable to handle repressing his emotions for you, he had begun to react to you negatively. Even now, with sleep threatening to overwhelm him, the only thing he wanted to do was talk to you. No matter how fucked up it was, his mind and body gravitated toward you every time.
He got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing the house phone off of the counter, he quickly went back to his room, shutting the door. He dialed your number and held his breath as he listened to it ring. It rang for a few seconds before someone picked up.
"Hello," you whispered breathlessly. You had just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang. You had run out of the bathroom, tripping over your shoes, and had nearly broken your neck to get to the phone in time.
"Y/n?" Eddie asked. "Hey, it's me."
The phone went quiet before you squeaked out "Eddie, Hi." You cleared your throat as you gripped the phone tightly, twirling the cord with your fingers. You glanced at the clock at your bedside, it read 1:00 a.m. "I thought you had forgotten about me," you whispered nervously, conscious of your parents sleeping down the hall.
"I could never forget about you, sweetheart," he chuckled, feeling a lot happier than he had a few moments ago. He took his arm, putting it behind his head, nestling the phone between his head and shoulder.
You smiled to yourself at his response. "So, did you have fun at the party?" you asked shyly. You had wondered what had happened when you left. Did he stick around or did he leave too?
"I don't wanna talk about it. Just know that it was no fun after you left." His voice was short and clipped, you could tell that whatever had happened, he was still upset about it. "What are you wearing," he asked, changing the subject.
"What?" you asked, confused at his question.
"I said what are you wearing sweetheart?" he responded again, his voice deep and hoarse.
His tone instantly made you calm and you answered without hesitation. "I'm wearing a bath towel— I just got out of the shower," you explained, feeling a flush spread across your face in embarrassment.
"Fuck, that's so hot. Do me a favor baby, take that shit off" he demanded softly. His hand sat lightly above his sweatpants as he fidgetted with the drawstring anxiously.
He could hear shuffling on the other end before you spoke again "It's off." You told him as you laid back against the bed.
"Stick two fingers in your mouth, get 'em, real wet honey." He palmed himself through the soft cotton of his pants.
You stuck your fingers into your mouth and swirled your tongue around them, pulling them out with a pop once your saliva dripped down your digits. "Touch yourself," he said huskily. His hand had slipped into the waistband of his pants, gripping his shaft as he stroked lazily.
You trailed your fingers lightly down your chest, swirling them around your nipple. The pebbled nub puckered up from the stimulation and you moaned lightly. The sound of Eddie's labored breathing could be heard through the receiver as you moved your hand down further.
You reached down to your lower half and parted your folds. You were already wet, which seemed to be a common occurrence around Eddie. Your fingers rubbed your clit gently, sliding a finger down occasionally to dip a finger inside of you.
"Are— are you touching yourself, right now?" Eddie clears his throat, mentally chastising himself for stuttering.
You however think it's cute, always calm and collected, you like to see him lose his composure over you. A small giggle falls from your lips, turning into a moan on a particular drag of your finger over your clit.
"What's funny?" He sounds breathless and the faint slapping of skin could be heard on the other end.
"You. I just think you're cute is all," you reply innocently, a small flush on your face. Leave it to Eddie to make you embarrassed, even when he has you masturbating on the phone with him.
A wide grin settles across his face at your response. "I want to fuck you so bad right now baby."
You whimper out needily "I want you to— to fuck me, Eddie." Your pace picks up and your fingers move diligently against your swollen clit.
Eddie strokes himself faster, leaning up a bit he spits directly onto his cock, helping to ease the strokes.
You clench around your fingers at the sound he makes. A tingle shifts in your tummy at the thought of him getting off to the sound of you.
"Yeah, rub that pretty little pussy for me. Imagine that it's my hands inside you."
You do as he says, gasping at the heat curling through you. Your fingers plunge in and out of you with a squelch as your other hand rubs fast circles into your clit. "I'm close." you cry out.
The sound of your cries spurs him on and he begins to buck up into his hand. "Cum for me baby," he grunts as the muscles in his stomach start to constrict.
The warm feeling in your stomach builds until you cum with a cry as your slick seeps out of you pooling onto the bed.
"Fuck," Eddie moans as he cums soon after. He shoots his load all over himself like he's still a virgin. Honestly, it's the best orgasm he's ever had. The thought that you got him there with only your voice makes him want to run to your house barefoot and stick his cock in you balls deep.
You clutch the phone in your fingers tightly as you try to regulate your breathing. "Jesus sweetheart, what are you doing to me," Eddie exclaims. He takes his shirt off and wipes off his chest, throwing the clothing across the room.
"I don't know what you mean." You exhale shakily as you take your hands from your wet and sensitive center.
"It doesn't matter," he says after a moment. The phone goes silent as you both lay, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms. Your eyes began to droop as sleep begins to settle in.
"Eddie?" you whisper sleepily.
"Yes baby," he answers groggily. He had just begun to doze off, listening to the sounds of your breathing.
"Do you like me," you ask him nervously. You blame it on your sleep-induced brain but you know that it's a question you've wondered for a long time.
Eddie takes a moment to answer, and just as you start to think that he had fallen asleep, he answers you. "I do," he responds. Soon after the phone fills with his light snores indicating he had fallen asleep. You toss your bath towel onto the floor and pull the covers over your body. You cradle the phone close to your ear and soon you're lulled to sleep falling into a peaceful slumber.
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A week goes by and the relationship between you and Eddie has drastically changed. Once your bully, he had now become your lover. He had made you orgasm from his mouth and fingers on multiple occasions, but when you went to reciprocate he always stopped you. You also hadn't had sex yet and honestly there had been many chances where you were more than ready and willing. Whenever you questioned him about it, he always responded by saying that the time wasn't right.
He was still with Chrissy and had not indicated that he was going to leave her. It was an unspoken agreement between the two of you to go on as if you didn't know each other. That didn't mean you were okay with what you were doing behind Chrissy's back and the potential damage this could cause. You just couldn't find it in you to stop. Secret meetings in the theatre room where he held the DND campaigns and the picnic table behind the school had become the scene for your heated sessions.
You were currently sitting in the cafeteria eating lunch with your friends. The sound of Eddie's voice could be heard clearly across the room. You couldn't stop your head from looking in his direction every so often. He sat at his table with the Hellfire Club, and at his side sat Chrissy with his arm draped protectively around her. Jealousy surged through you at the sight followed by sadness.
You quickly looked away lowering your eyes to your plate, only to find yourself looking back toward them. As if he could feel your gaze upon him, his eyes found yours. He withered at the look on your face, his arm left from around Chrissy with a guilty look on his face.
Unable to bare his heated stare, you got up from your table causing your friends to glance up at you in surprise. You gave a half-hearted excuse about not feeling well before discarding your tray and rushing from the lunch room. Tears fell from your eyes as your feet carried you as fast as they could to your safe place.
You sat on the bench of the table with your head hung low, mentally berating yourself for your behavior. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. You had come to the realization that you were in love with Eddie. The thought scared you because what you had with him was temporary but you didn't want it to be. You knew what it was when this had started but you still allowed yourself to fall for him and you had fallen hard.
You knew what needed to be done but your heart ached at the thought. The crunching of leaves alerted you to a presence and you knew who it was without looking. He took a seat beside you and the wood creaked at the change in weight. You both sat in silence, the sound of your sniffling breaking the silence.
"Wanna talk about it," he asks tentatively. His mind has been in overdrive ever since you stormed out of the cafeteria. He had followed you soon after, telling Chrissy that he needed to prepare for the upcoming campaign. Gareth had backed him up but he knew that he would have to explain himself later for the lie he'd dragged him into.
"I can't do this anymore," you sniffled looking up at him.
Drops of tears clung to your lashes and your eyes were red around the rim. His heart broke at the look on your face, knowing that he was to blame. His heart felt as if it was in his throat and he gulped as tried to regain control of his nerves. "Do what," he asked weakly. He knew what you were referring to but hoped that if he played dumb you would change your mind and not say it.
"This," you gestured between the two of you. "I can't do this Eddie," you said, a sob causing your voice to crack.
"Baby, please don't cry," Eddie said softly, reaching out for you.
You scoot away from his touch, turning your head away. "Don't Eddie, this is hard as it is." You wrap your arms around yourself as you look at the ground.
"Don't do this, I need you," Eddie pleads. He turns towards you, ducking his head trying desperately to get you to meet his gaze.
You stand up from the table and move to stand between his legs. He leans back onto the table to look up at you. His hands grip your waist and you card your fingers through his hair. You press a sweet kiss to his lips, moaning softly as you slip your tongue into his mouth. He tightens his hold on you when he feels your tears fall onto his cheeks. The kiss becomes desperate as he pours his emotions into the kiss, trying his best to convey what he is feeling.
You pull away with a gasp, your lips are swollen and you look at him once again, his face is etched with sadness. "Goodbye Eddie," you whisper as you turn and walk away.
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Weeks pass by and you had done your best to avoid Eddie at all costs, going as far as to eat lunch in the library. You made sure to walk in the middle of the hallways and not the sides, that way, there was no chance of Eddie pulling you into a closet without someone noticing. With that said and done, that didn't mean that your heart didn't yearn for him. You never thought you could miss him this much but you did, you even found yourself missing the way he used to bully you. You felt pathetic and a fool because surely he was not hurting as much as you were.
Eddie was miserable, his already short attention span had gotten even worse now. His thoughts were constantly filled with you and he found it hard to focus on the most mundane things. It had even started to affect his relationship with Chrissy.
She could tell that he was depressed but didn't understand why. Whenever she asked what was wrong he always told her he was fine. She could feel him slipping away and the thought frightened her.
She loved Eddie, he had saved her and he was the only one who knew what she had gone through. Even though she wasn't in love with him like she had been with Jason, he was her source of comfort and she wasn't ready to give that up.
"I'm telling you, something's wrong Alice," Chrissy said worriedly. She stood next to her friend in the locker room. Gym had just ended and they had a couple of minutes before the bell would ring for the next period.
"I'm sure you're just overreacting, isn't he the dark silent type anyways?" she said as she fixed her makeup in the mirror.
Chrissy rolled her eyes in annoyance, she loved her friends but sometimes talking to them would give her a headache. It was one of the reasons she was drawn to Eddie, conversations with him were easy and she felt like he was the only one who actually listened to her.
When Chrissy didn't respond she turned toward her "are you still having sex?"
"Alice," Chrissy exclaimed as a blush spread across her face.
"I'm just saying— if nothing's wrong in the bedroom then I would say everything is alright," she said simply, shrugging her shoulders.
"We've never— I mean, we kiss sometimes but that's about it, our relationship isn't just about sex," Chrissy mumbled looking towards the ground, suddenly interested in scuff marks littering the tiled floor.
Alice turned to her in surprise "Really? Is he a virgin or something?" She raised an eyebrow in shock.
"I don't think so," Chrissy mumbled keeping her eyes trained on the floor.
Alice's face turned into a look of pity. "I'm sorry babe, you might be right, something is wrong."
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Eddie stood at his locker as he put his books up, preparing to go home for the day. In the corner of his eye, he saw you walk by in a hurry. He slammed his locker and took a step toward you. You glanced at him before speeding up, tugging your friend along. A sad look fell upon his face and he sighed in frustration.
He took off towards the double doors and stopped when he felt a hand grab his shoulder. It was his friend Gareth, "What's up man?" he questioned, feeling slightly irritated. He just wanted to get home so he could wallow in pity.
"What's going on with you?" he asked as he walked with Eddie towards his van.
"Nothings wrong— I'm just tired is all," he answered lazily.
"Bullshit man! You're walking around here all depressed and shit. It's making all of us miserable. Oh and don't think I forgot about me covering for you last week. What was that about?" He stood next to the van as he waited for Eddie to respond.
Eddie sighed in exasperation and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was close by. "I'm in love with someone and it's not Chrissy," he explained.
Gareth's eyes went wide with shock. "Wow, I mean— I wasn't expecting that. Who is it? Wait don't tell me, plausible deniability."
"I can't go on like this but I don't want to hurt Chrissy. We've been through so much together, I feel like I owe it to her to stay." Eddie replied, his voice beginning to crack at the overflow of emotions he was feeling.
Gareth slung an arm around Eddie, pulling him into a light hug. "C'mere bring it in."
Eddie allowed him to hug him, something that he normally would never allow but he needed it right now.
"Get a room!" A student yelled in passing as they walked to their car.
"Fuck you," Gareth yelled back, flipping his middle finger up at them.
After a moment Eddie pulled away and gave him a half-hearted smile. "Thanks, I needed that."
"No problem. You're a good person Eddie— a little fucked up but overall your still good," Gareth joked.
"Gee thanks," Eddie replied sarcastically. He opened the door to his van and threw his belongings onto the passenger seat.
"What I mean is that— you know what needs to be done and I trust that you'll do the right thing. Just know that I'm here if you need me."
Eddie nodded giving him another smile before climbing into his van. "Thanks, I'll call you later." He gave a wave goodbye before starting his car and pulling out of the lot.
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You let out a frustrated sigh as you rubbed your clit. You had been at this for half an hour and your orgasm was no closer than when you had first started. This had been a common occurrence since you broke things off with Eddie, you had been having trouble bringing yourself to orgasm since then. It was just a slight hiccup, maybe you were just going through some sorta phase that would eventually pass or so you had thought.
You knew there wasn't anything physically wrong with you. Masturbating had never been a problem before him so it must be a mental problem. You were too in your head and it was affecting your sex life now.
You sat up from the bed and hurried over to your phone. If you couldn't relieve yourself then maybe you should find someone who could. You dialed your friend's number and held the receiver. It rang a few times before you heard a voice on the other end.
"Hello," your friend Clara sing songed into the phone.
"Hi, it's me. Do you still want to go to the party?" you asked.
"Bitch, you know damn well I do," she giggled. "Why the change of heart? I thought you wanted to stay home and study or maybe mope about that mystery boy you've been hung up on."
"First off, I'm not hung up on anybody, and second, I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself. I wanna let loose tonight," you answered back.
"Okay then— I like this new y/n! I'll come to pick you up in an hour okay," she replied excitedly. You gossiped for a bit before hanging up and getting ready for the party. Going over to your closet, you looked through your clothing in search of the skimpiest outfit you could find.
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You and your friend trekked up the small hill towards the party. Loud music could be heard from down the street. A light sheen of sweat covered your body as you breathed out from the exertion.
"Who the hell puts a house at the top of a hill," Clara wondered aloud.
You humped your shoulders in response. Your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Eddie and if he was going to be at the party. The plan was for you to find a cute boy to try and help keep your mind off of Eddie, at least for a little while.
The both of you had made it to the front door of the house and had paused to catch your breath. "You ready," your friend asked with her hand poised on the knob.
Your heart sped up and you nodded your head in response. "Hey, we don't have to do this. We can just go home and watch pretty in pink for the thousandth time." Clara joked as she grabbed your hand, rubbing reassuring circles onto the back.
"I'm fine. Just nervous but I'll be okay," you replied giving her a small smile.
With a nod of her head, she turned back towards the door and opened it. Usually, you would never enter a home without knocking but there was no way anyone would hear it over the deafening music blasting from the stereos.
You walked into the house and were instantly accosted by the smell of weed, cologne, and perfumes circulating throughout the air. The smell made your head spin, suddenly missing the fresh air outside.
"Let's get some drinks," she yelled over the music and you grabbed her hand as she led you to the kitchen.
Once you both had made it into the room you raised an eyebrow, giving her a suggestive grin. "Found the kitchen pretty quickly," you stated, grabbing a beer from the cooler nearest you.
A blush spread across her face as she grinned "Okay I may have been here a few times before." She opened her beer and took a swig trying to appear calm but you saw right through it.
You were shocked, this was the first time you and your friend had been to a party at this house so that meant...
"You slut, since when do you go to 'The Steve Harrington's' house enough to get familiar with the floorplan?"
"About a couple weeks ago, y'know around the same time you started being all mysterious and whatnot," she replied.
Guilt sat heavy in your stomach at her statement. You had become so involved with Eddie that you had neglected your friend to the point that you had no idea that she was even seeing someone.
"Hey, don't look at me like that." She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in for a quick hug. "I had my own secret thing going on too, no need to feel bad," she said consolingly.
"Okay," you hugged her back, giving her a warm smile as she released you from the hug.
"Alright, so I know you hate parties so let's scope out some prospects for ya." She turned and scanned the small crowd hanging around the kitchen.
You kept your eyes glued to your drink, taking another swig as you tried to calm the butterflies swarming in your stomach.
"Hot blonde six o'clock and he's checking you out," she whispered into your ear.
You turned around casually, leaning back against the counter. Your gaze met blue intense eyes staring directly at you. You gasped in surprise, not expecting to find someone staring at you. Lifting your hand shyly, you gave him a small wave before looking away.
"Is he still looking," you mumbled with a grin plastered across your face.
"Sure is and he's headed this way," she smirked.
"Fuck." Taking your beer you tipped it up, gulping the rest of the liquid down quickly. 'I can't do this I'm not ready," you thought to yourself.
"You having a good time?" he drawled as sidled up next to you on the counter.
"Yep," you answered back. Your eyes wandered around the room before settling back onto him.
"Names Billy. What's yours?" he asks as he openly ogles you.
"Y/n," you reply shortly. You could hear an accent in his voice and with his looks, it was clear that he wasn't from here.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl." He leaned in closer towards you and took a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers.
"Thank you," you said softly, your heart was starting to race from how close he was to you. Your mind once again wondered to Eddie. Was he thinking of you like you were of him? 'Probably not,' you thought bitterly, you shook your head lightly, as if that would help clear your thoughts.
"Wanna dance," he asked you, already grabbing your hand and giving it a light tug.
'What the hell,' you thought. 'Eddie has Chrissy but what about me? Who do I have?' You looked him over for a moment. He was cute enough; if you were into the fuckboy type you supposed. Definitely not boyfriend material.
"Sure, why not," you answer, letting him lead you to the other room. You turn back and wave goodbye to your friend. She gives you a thumbs up and you roll your eyes as you enter the living room.
Soon you're both in the middle of the floor and Billy's pulling you in close. His hands are on the small of your back as you both move to the beat. The slow song that's playing is unfamiliar but has a nice melody and you quickly find yourself humming along to it. You close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder. For a moment your mind is at ease as if your brain had switched off leaving you carefree.
His grip tightened and you feel his breath on the top of your hair. With a smile on your lips and without thinking, a name fell from your lips. He stiffened and instantly, whatever moment you were sharing was broken. Before you could pull away, someone bumped into you and Billy, causing him to stumble away from you.
Billy quickly righted himself "Watch where you're going you idiot!" he shouted.
Your eyes widened in shock when you saw that it was Eddie who had bumped into you. "Fuck you," Eddie sneered as he looked between the both of you.
"The hell you say to me!?" Billy moved in closer toward Eddie and yanked him up by his collar.
Your breath caught in your throat as you watched the scene unfold in front of you, unable to move. Standing at his full height, Eddie grinned as he looked down at Billy, not backing down as he glared at him threateningly.
"You got a problem with me?" Billy's lips were pulled back in a snarl. His eyes were squinted as he sized Eddie up.
"You tell me, pretty boy." Eddie's response was calm but his eyes told a different story. His irises were pitch black and lit aflame with rage.
The music cut off and a small crowd had gathered around the three of you. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" someone begins to shout.
Billy quickly pushed Eddie back causing him to stumble. Eddie came back and pushed him back even harder. Before it could go any further you threw yourself in between the two of them without thought.
"Please stop, don't do this." Your hands were up and pushed against their chests, trying desperately to keep them at bay. You glanced at Billy, trying to gauge his reaction, and then your gaze landed on Eddie's last. Your eyes connected with his and you could see the sadness and anger he was feeling. "Please Eddie," you whispered, looking deep into his eyes.
After a moment he let out a deep sigh and backed away, throwing his hands up in surrender "Sorry man, thought you were someone else." With one last look towards you, he slipped through the crowd, disappearing into another room.
You looked to Billy and even though it wasn't your fault, you still felt the need to apologize. Before you could open your mouth he turned towards you with a sneer. "Sweetheart, I don't know what the hell that was but next time keep your freak on a leash." He turned and strode away, leaving you amongst the whispering throng of people gathered.
Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment and you could feel your head begin to ache. ''Fuck this, I'm going home," you mumbled as you made your way back into the kitchen. After asking a few people where your friend was, you went upstairs and knocked on Steve's door. The door opened and your friend stood on the other side. She held a sheet up to her body and her face was flushed with a light sheen of sweat.
You told her you were ready to leave and that she could stay if she wanted. "Are you sure?" she asked her face etched with concern.
"Of course, I'm just not feeling too well. You stay and have fun," you reply giving her a cheeky grin. She pulls you in for a hug and you tell her goodbye before turning to leave.
As you're heading out the door, you can feel a heated stare burning at the back of your neck. You turn around and lock eyes with Chrissy. Your heartbeat speeds up as she looks at you quizzically, her usual soft smile is replaced with a frown as she stares at you with her arms crossed. Eddie appears suddenly, breaking the stare-off between you two. Your eyes meet his and you see him make a move toward you, stopping as he glances over at Chrissy. You take that brief moment to quickly walk out the door and shut it before he or Chrissy has the chance to look back toward you.
You feel exhausted and you suppress the urge to scream. Choosing instead to walk down the tortuous hill to your car so you can go home and feel sorry for yourself.
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Part 3.
