I know it's not weekend and I'm sooo sorry about the ask but currently can't get the thought out of my head and figured you may understand? Trying to be secretive and have sex etc. with Steve but there's people in the next room or whatever so you're trying to be quiet however Steve has made it his personal mission to get you to be as loud as possible? 🥴
omg no I love this idea,, dirty Steve harrington ;)
warnings || smut, public sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, dom!steve, little bit of jealous!steve, possessiveness, partying, 18+ only
Music thumped against the hallow walls, the smell of weed and booze wafting through Steve’s walls.
Although, Steve’s mind was far away from the people downstairs. He had you pressed up against the hallway wall, your legs wrapped around his waist.
“S-Steve.” You whispered. You were trying to be quiet—especially being so out in the open where at any moment someone could walk in. They could walk in and see Steve fucking the life out of you.
One of his hands is holding you up on your hip, while the other intertwined your hand and held it above your head. Your skirt had rid up to your tummy as Steve’s cock pounded into your cervix—over and over.
But Steve? Steve just smirked. He knew you were trying to be quiet to not be caught. But Steve wanted to be caught.
“Oh, sweet girl. Why are you so quiet, hmm? Am I not making you feel good?”
You whine—it’s high pitched and shaky from Steve’s cock filling you up to his balls. You almost thought he couldn’t fit.
“N-No, Steve! You make me feel so good—f-feels so good.” A little bit of drool drips from your lips. Steve’s smirk only becomes wider. You’re just so cock drunk and he can’t get enough.
“Yeah? Why don’t you make those pretty little sounds then?” He leans closer to to your ear, his breath fanning against you. “Scream my name, baby. C’mon.”
You open your mouth to fulfill his wishes, but you could only choke on nothing. He almost laughs, your pitiful expression so amusing because his cock is so deep you can’t even scream.
“You don’t get to cum until you scream my name.”
Your eyes widen—knowing Steve is all too serious. You open your mouth again and you’re desperate. Your walls clench around his cock, pleasure teetering on the edge. “P-Please—”
“Sorry, baby, but I said you can’t—” He starts to pull out of you, but your legs tightened around his waist. He can’t pull out now. Not when you’re so close. So so close.
“N-no, please. S-Steve! Please, Steve!”
You were loud. So loud. You made sure that even through the blaring music that you could be heard. You needed Steve to know that you were heard.
He slams back into you—your crashing against the mundane walls. Your mouth hung open in garbled screams and sighs. His hips sputtered from your sweet spongey walls hugging his cock.
“Yeah? Gonna let Eddie hear you? Oh, baby, don’t look at me like that. You know I saw him flirting with you. Saw him lookin’ you up and down.”
His hand squeezed your own, fingers still intertwined despite his mean stature. “Gonna cum for me? Yeah, cum on my cock. L-Let me feel you, sweet girl. Let Eddie hear you.”
And you do, you cum so hard that you start to see stars. Your screams are even louder than before—knowing for sure that people have definitely heard you now. Steve groans at your pulsating hole gripping his cock even harder before.
“S-Shit, baby, yeah. I’m—I’m gonna cum, shit!” Thick ropes of his cum spurt into your walls. You’re still riding out your high, the delicious feeling of his cum made you whine.
He slowly pulls out of you, letting out a small “fuck” as he watched the cum leak from your lips. He gently lifts you up into his arms—his own legs slightly wobbly from his high.
You just smile, pressing your head into his neck. “So, you jealous of Eddie, huh?”
He groans, knowing that this won’t be let down. Ever. “Shut up.”
Eddie Munson had been avoiding highschool parties long before senior year. He ridiculed people whose hobby was just that, getting drunk and dancing with sweaty teens. That was until he started dealing drugs, and coincidentally found out that those exact people were the ones who were prone to spending more money than needed on drugs.
He became sort of a regular. That one guy that walks around and stalks the place for possible clients. After all, some extra bucks couldn't hurt.
With time, he figured everyone out, knowing who was always down to buy a joint, so he made their pockets hurt, and nobody complained. Eddie also learned to keep his distance from certain people, mainly the jocks and their little cheerleader girlfriends, those were the the good ones, never thinking of such thing as drugs, and especially from the school freak.
Even with the safe amount of distance he kept from them, turning around whenever he heard their familiar and obnoxious voices, two of them still caught his eye.
Steve Harrington, the self-proclaimed king of Hawkins High, and his girlfriend, captain of the cheeleading team. They were the most clicheic highschool couple, yet Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of them.
She was the one who caught his attention first as she sauntered around the halls in that almost-too-short skirt of hers. Of course, stuck by her side was always Steve. He held onto her like a vice, knowing she was a real catch and anybody else in Hawkins High wouldn't hesitate to pounce on her if he ever made the grave mistake of letting her go.
Not that something like that was likely to happen. They have been attached to the hip ever since eight grade, when Steve finally made up the courage to ask her out.
Eddie was truly conflicted by them. They were both attractive, and Eddie truly wondered if it had something to do with him or if they were just nature's anomaly. He could admit when a dude had attractive features, such features that women would usually swoon over, but it never went as far as developing a little crush on them like it happened with Steve.
And what was worst of all was that he truly had no excuse to talk to them. While everyone around them snorted cocaine and smoked weed like it was the last day on earth, they couldn't be bothered to do the same. So Eddie resorted to an occasional glance towards them from the side of the room.
He wandered through each room of the Wheeler's house -where the current party took place- in search for the usuals, but most of them were either busy or absent. So he decided it was a good time to pursue new clientele.
"I swear, man! This is the new stuff." Eddie put on a fake smile, trying his best to convince the lanky teen to take the damn weed. The boy didn't seem that convinced though, offering Eddie a dissmissive wave to excuse himself from the current situation.
Eddie rolled his eyes, clutching the plastic bag tighter in his fist. He briefly considered just going back home and lighting up a joint for himself to soak up the lack of profit.
He was more than sure that it was going to be his lucky night. The tigers had just brought home the title after the better part of a century. The basketball team had never been more hyped and he was more than sure he was going to hit the jackpot with them. Turns out he was wrong as most of them preferred to indulge in alcoholic beverages.
He was down to the last rooms of the house which were upstairs. He had no luck with the couples making out on the stairs, quickly getting cursed at for interrupting them. With no hard feelings he moved on, trying the bathroom which was empty. He took that opportunity to give himself a small pep talk in the mirror.
"Come on, Munson, five or six joints and you're out of here!" He slapped his cheeks lightly, gazing back at his reflection with a new-found confidence. Marching out of the bathroom he strolled down the hall, the room right at the end of the hall being his target from where numerous voices of boys and girls resonated.
Nothing on the face of the earth could stop him.
Except something did...
His ears did a double take, his feet planting themselves on the floor and refusing to carry his body further down the hall. The door to the said room who had caught his attentions wasn't closed, just pushed closed as if someone was in a hurry, busy with something else other than closing a door.
Involuntarily, he slowly approached the door. Another sound, and his suspicions were confirmed. Yes, it was her and with none other than Steve.
His name rolled so swiftly off her tongue that he couldn't help himself but nudge the door to get a better view of what was happening. The sight made the breath he was about release, hitch in his throat.
Steve's head was buried deep between her thighs, her hands fisted tightly in his acclaimed mound of hair as her back arched off the bed. He was so shocked that his limbs froze, his mouth instantly drying up.
It was so, so wrong. But the way her lips parted to release choked moans of his name cemented him on the spot and he wasn't able to peel his eyes off.
"Fuck, Stevie! Right there!" She pleaded, particularly loud that Eddie was able to understand her words over the blaring music. She didn't receive an answer, just a low chuckle from her boyfriend and buck of his hips against the mattress.
Seeing Steve trying to relieve the pressure between his legs brought his attention to his own cock, which was already starting to harden, and soon enough, ache. He was completely mesmerised by the way Steve's hands worked her closer to her release. One hand thrusting two fingers in and out of her while the other rode up her naked body and teased at her nipple.
With one last gasp for air her body started convulsing, eyes rolling back in her head, her hips grinding needingly on Steve's face who was more than pleased to coax her through her release. Eddie rubbed the heel of his hand over his twitching cock, trying his best to soothe the ache.
The pathetic whine he let out apparently grasped Steve's attention whose head snapped towards the door. If his body was frozen before, now, even if he wanted, he couldn't move. He expected Steve to rise from the bed and offer him a good beating for spying on them, but nothing could've ever prepared to see the growing smirk on Steve's face.
His gaze was nowhere near what Eddie had expected. Instead, Steve watched him with a bit of pity as if he was compassionate about him not being able to have his way with her, and instead having to watch. Little did he know, Eddie would've liked to have his way with both of them.
"Should we put on a show for Eddie, baby?" Steve asked, a grin plastered on his face as he reached for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head.
Then her eyes drifted to the door too, she made eye contact with the blushing boy briefly before her gaze returned to her boyfriend and gave him a subtle nod.
"Come on, Munson." Steve urged, not taking his eyes off of the naked girl sprawled on the bet in front of him. The cogs in Eddie's head spun relentlessly, trying to figure out what Steve was asking him to do. "Well, don't shy out now." With a jerk of his head, Steve motioned to the only free chair -who was conveniently placed- in the Wheeler's guest bedroom.
Steve couldn't- he did not just imply what Eddie thought -and secretly prayed- he did.
At the idea of getting a front row seat to the show before his eyes, his body was keen on complying again. Shyly, as not to disturb the on-going make out session, he pushed the door open and stood there for a second.
"Close the door, will ya." Steve demanded, now sucking numerous marks on her neck as she moaned and begged for more. "Would hate to have some creep spying on us." The irony made him blush and quickly scurry to his designated spot.
The chair wasn't the most comfortable place, but at that point he would've settled for anything, especially when his legs were about to give up beneath him. With his legs pressed together, Eddie tried his best to ignore the erection bulging at his tight jeans. He was grateful enough Steve let him watch, but he was so scared to make a move to try and relieve the pain. The last thing he wanted was to take things too far and get thrown out.
Steve made quick work on his belt and she quickly scurried to her knees to do the rest of the work for him. She popped the button to his jeans and lowered the zipper before pulling both his boxers and his pants mid thigh, watching his length spring free.
On all fours, she lowered her lips to the tip of Steve's cock, sucking it between her lips as she gazed up at him. Eddie was almost falling out of his chair as he leaned over the armrest to get a better view of her body and his cock. He was almost drooling at the sight of his length slipping past her swollen lips, Steve's hand diving down to grab at the underside of her jaw.
He could barely believe his eyes. For as long as he started watching her and Steve, through the halls at parties, he realised that Steve wasn't as bad as the rest of his friends. And damn him he was perfect. Sweet, caring, handsome and had a big cock too, Eddie felt jealousy coil up in his stomach, though he was quick to shove it back down and enjoy the show.
Timidly, Eddie fumbled with his belt, repeating the same motions on his pants as she did to Steve's. But his eyes were quickly snapped back up when Steve let out an animalistic groan, head falling back, a hand swiping the lost strands of hair back into place.
Shoving a hand in his boxers, Eddie almost went limp when he squeezed his leaking cock, a strained moan of relief falling from his lips. Both of their eyes fell on Eddie, his hips bucking helplessly into his hand.
She offered him a grin, her hand was quick to replace her mouth. Steve glanced back over his shoulder, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"The lady wants to see you." His eyebrows raised, eyeing Eddie's hand down his pants. "Better not leave her hanging." He teased, but his words were cut off by a moan as she took him as deep as possible into her mouth.
Eddie was quick to comply, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees. His cock stood up proudly, a pear of precum contrasting with the red shade the head of his cock adopted from the lack of attention. She watched him carefully with tears brimming at her eyes as he wrapped a hand around his thick length.
Steve manhandled her so now she was on all fours, facing Eddie, while he moved behind her. Steve's cock was so hard, Eddie could see every vein and ridge of him, making him stroke himself faster, his lip tucking under his top teeth to keep himself quiet.
Steve reached into his jeans before pulling them off completely, to reveal a small plastic pack which he ripped open with his teeth.
Eddie was getting overwhelmed, not knowing where to look, her ass was waiting up in the air for Steve, her hand running a teasing finger through her folds, on the other hand Steve was tightly gipping her hip, making the veins bulge as he pulled the condom over himself with a devilish grin.
Before going any further he leaned over her, lips settling close to her ear as he whispered something.
"Let Munson hear you, yeah?" She nodded, a hand reaching over her shoulder to settle at the back of his neck. Steve slowly eased up into her, Eddie could tell by the way her mouth opened further with each inch entering her.
Eddie's hand stilled over himself, jaw clenching as he edged himself, not quite ready to let himself cum yet. She took notice of it and let out a small chuckle.
Steve's hips were now flush to her, his happy trail peaking out from above her ass as she gave her some time to adjust. Soon enough, she wiggled her ass against him with a needy whine, begging him to move.
He complied, lifting himself off of her, and tightly grasping her hips. He eased out slowly before his hips snapped back in, pushing the breath out of her lungs as they both rocked forward on the bed.
Steve's pace was not as fast as it was hard, almost punishing. Bringing out all sorts of pleased sounds from her.
"That's right, make Eddie jealous," Steve breathed out, eyes locking on the said boy, whose hand squeezed himself tighter under Steve's gaze with a whine. And Eddie surely was. He wanted to be the one to be pounding into her and getting out all those pretty sounds out of her, and yet, he couldn't stop wishing he would be the one under Steve, to be kissed and touched as she was by him. "S-shit!" Eddie nearly came from Steve struggling to speak, imaging just how tight she must've been squeezing him.
One hand going up to brush the fallen hairs from his face, his rhythm slowing until it -once again- came to a stop. Steve was relentlessly fucking into her, brows furrowed in pleasure as one of his hands made their way under her body and up, until it reached her lips.
He offered her his ring and middle fingers, pressing them against her bottom lip. Eddie watched mesmerised as she took his long and slender digits in, suckling them in until the first knuckle. He hummed with a proud glint in his eyes.
He realised that for them, this wasn't just some one time thing. They were in love with each other, and for them sex was just one of the many ways of showing just that. Eddie longed to find something like that, he had been for a long time, but he was happy that they found each other.
She started babbling pleas and begs under him, her back arching as much as her spine allowed, her face was now buried in the crumpled up sheets at which she fisted her hands.
Steve's wet digits, previously occupying her mouth, were now diving down her body until he reached her swollen clit and started circling it. With her gaze locked on Eddie, her eyes rolled back once again a cock-drunk smile spreading over her parted lips.
"Steve- fuck yes!" Behind her, Steve's pace was starting to falter, biting on his fist as he tried his best to make her cum before letting himself fall off the edge.
Eddie's hand was now a blur over his cock as he desperately jerked himself off at the orgasmic sight before him, whining and trashing around as his muscles started twitching.
"That's it, make us cum," Steve said, exchanging a look with Eddie, though the words were addressed to her.
A chain reaction began when she moaned for the last time. She was the one who let go first, tumbling into a sea of bliss. Eddie was the one who came next at the look on Steve's face as she clamped down tighter around him, painting his fist in white ropes of cum. Steve came last, a shudder running through him as his jaw fell slack, emptying himself into the condom.
By the time Steve regained full control over his body, Eddie was shamefully stuffing himself back into his jeans, hurrying to leave before the realisation of what they've done dawned on them.
"Hey, Munson," Steve called and Eddie's heart jumped as he forced himself to look at them one last time. There was not an ounce of shame in his tone, and she seemed fine with what just happened by the way she rolled over, stretching her stiff back. "Let's keep this between us, yeah?" The rise in Steve's brows demanded an answer from Eddie, already half way out of the door.
"Yeah- yeah, sure man!" With a forced nod, he bolted to the bathroom, slamming the door after him. He cleaned himself off, hands beginning to shake at the realisation of what he'd just done washed over him.
In no time, Eddie was out of the house, his legs barely carrying him to his van. He did not dare to stick around any longer, drugs be damned. Fearing that he'll see them again and would have to come to terms with both, his weird fantasy and the awkward tension between them, that although it might be one sided, it would still make him uncomfortable.
summary: tonight was supposed to be the night you finally fed, only somehow eddie munson manages to satiate your appetite without losing his life. [eddie munson x succubus!reader || jennifer's body au]
cw: smut || 18+ only [ft. oral sex (f receiver), virgin!eddie, switch!reader, switch!eddie, lots of biting/teeth,], there's some mentions about not eating for a long time but it's not ed related (you just haven't killed anyone in a month okay?), general mentions of killing (no gore), lmk if i missed any
a/n: this was born out of a conversation w @ringpop-poppy who asked me to tag her lol. thank her for getting me out of my writer's block <3
For someone who’s been obsessed with you since middle school, Eddie doesn’t notice you’re standing next to him until he closes his locker.
“Jesus Christ!” he exclaims in surprise, bumping his side against the row of lockers. The metal boxes clank at the impact.
“Hi, Eddie,” you say blankly, leaning your shoulder against the wall.
He frowns at the tone of your voice– dry and monotonous and devoid of the snark he’s so used to hearing. He scans your figure, the dip between his eyebrows deepening when he notices the sheen of sweat on your forehead and the dullness of your skin.
You look sick– your cheeks are sunken in, cheekbones protruding abnormally and dark circles under your eyes looking more like bruises. Strangest of all, you’ve switched your beloved dresses for a pair of baggy jeans and a purple sweatshirt that looks 2 sizes too big.
Actually, the strangest thing is that you’re talking to him. In public.
“Heeey,” he greets back, dragging the ‘e’ as he looks around the hallway. There’s a couple of people giving the pair of you strange looks, some jocks narrowing their eyes menacingly at him, but everyone seems to move on pretty quickly from this peculiar interaction.
He doesn’t even hear a gaggle of cheerleaders giggling behind manicured hands as they watch you talk to him. There’s only Chrissy Cunningham, standing alone a couple of feet away from you and giving him a small wave. He relaxes ever so slightly. “You okay?”
“I’m fantastic,” you say with a lack of excitement.
Eddie snorts. “You don’t sound very believable.”
“Oh.” You run a long finger nail down the plastic spiral of the notebook you’re cradling against your chest, raising an eyebrow when Eddie shivers at the sound. You stop. “Just hungry. I haven’t eaten in…” you blow some air as you pretend to think, cheeks puffing out. “I can’t even remember.”
“Oh, um, I got some pretzels. If you want. Here.” He unhooks one of the straps of his bag from around his shoulder and struggles to open the zipper, pulling at it with as much strength as he can muster without risking it breaking.
He almost jumps out of his skin when you place a cold hand on his forearm. He stares at it, confused. Why are you so cold? It’s almost spring break.
“It’s okay, Eddie.” He fights back the shiver that threatens to go down his spine at how softly you say his name. “I’m working on it, don’t worry. Besides, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Ask me something,” he echoes back. “Uh, sure. What do you need?”
You kick your foot against the dirty school floor, biting your lower lip. Eddie notices how chapped they are– what’s usually a pair of very smooth and glossy lips is now covered in dried, cracking skin. He frowns in concern even more.
“D’you wanna come over tonight?” You twirl a strand of hair between two fingers and smile at him. “I could rent A Nightmare on Elm Street and make some popcorn. Or The Shining, whichever you want.”
Eddie blinks owlishly at you, chuckling awkwardly and gesturing between your bodies with his index finger. His heavy cross metal ring glints under the fluorescent lights. “Us. Watch a movie. At your house. Uh…” He fleets his gaze back around the hallway and notices a significant lack of students walking around.
He leans closer to you, trying to be as quiet as possible when he asks, “Is this some sort of joke?”
“No,” you shake your head, tilting it to the side when you see a thin chain around his neck. Your smile is more natural as you grab it and bring it out from under his shirt, the corners of your mouth tilting up minisculely when the guitar pick dangles in the air. “Cute,” you say airily.
Eddie can’t take his eyes off you. He’s pretty sure he’s going crossed eyed as he watches you play with his necklace. “So you’re serious,” he pushes.
“As a heart attack,” you deadpan, still staring at the small plastic triangle and poking it with your middle finger. If you felt like your normal self, you’d be giggling at the sound of your nail hitting the guitar pick. “So?”
“Sure.” Eddie nods enthusiastically. This has to be a dream come true. “Sure, yeah.”
“Great.” Some of your usual brightness comes back to your face at his answer. You open your notebook and quickly write down your address, rip the paper and offer it to him with a sweet smile. The kind that Eddie never thought would be directed at him. “My parents leave on vacation at seven, so come around eight.”
“Ookay,” he slowly plucks the paper from between your fingers, almost dropping it when you press a kiss on his cheek.
You wink at him, walking backwards. “Can’t wait.”
He presses his fingers to the spot your lips touched, skin feeling hot, and stares dumbstruck as you walk back to Chrissy and hook your arm around hers, giggling at each other as you make your way to class.
–
Eddie slaps one hand on the steering wheel as he drives down the street, head banging in the air to the rhythm of Black Sabbath’s Evil Woman.
His heart beats a thousand miles per hour, blood pumping through his veins at a speed it never has before. He can’t stop the giddy smile from spreading on his lips, shaking his head in disbelief– he’s driving to the house of the girl of his dreams to watch a movie and… other stuff.
He hopes other stuff happens. You had said it so suggestively, making sure to mention your parents leaving you home alone and– and you had kissed his cheek! That had to be a sign, right?
He covers his mouth with his hand and exhales a breath out, sniffing the air. He grimaces and leans to the side, the van swerving with him as he struggles to keep control of the wheel at the same time as he looks for the pack of gum he kept in the back pocket of his jeans.
He manages to get it out right before he has to turn the corner on the right, hooraying loudly and the wheels screeching as he maneuvers wildly. Keeping his foot on the pedal, he quickly unwraps the gum and throws the paper on the backseat, popping it into his mouth. He chews it through his deafening singing, the fresh minty flavour exploding on his taste buds.
His singing turns into a quiet mumble when he notices that the streets get progressively darker until there are no lamp posts turned on. The hairs on the back of his head stand in alert and he turns down the music completely, his chewing slowing along with the van as he reaches the address written on the paper.
He picks it up from where he tucked in inside the overhead visor, his finger gracing over the smooth letter you wrote. He’s sick with love as he traces the tiny heart dotting the ‘i’.
He looks outside his window and to the row of identical houses across from where he’s parked. There’s only one house with a single light turned on and, effectively, it’s the right address.
Putting the paper back where it belongs, Eddie takes a deep breath and fixes his hair. He gets out of the car and stands facing the houses, adjusting his leather jacket and spitting out the gum. With a reassuring nod to himself he walks forward.
Everything is eerily quiet. He fastens his steps when he gets the feeling that someone is watching him, taking the short porch steps two at a time and comes to a sudden stop when he sees a plank of wood over the front door. Uselessly, he tries the doorknob anyway, jiggling it until it becomes obvious that the door isn’t going to open.
He takes a couple steps back and looks to both windows on either side of the door, noticing a sheet of plastic hanging over the glass like a makeshift protective curtain. His eyebrows scrunch down in confusion– something isn’t right.
There’s no way that the Queen of Hawkins High, resident Mean Girl, lived in a house like this. He had heard through the grapevine how lavish her house was, how big and deep the pool in her backyard was and how she had a room designated to store all the alcohol you could imagine. Everyone raved about how handy it came for the parties he had never been invited to and how they always ended in someone being thrown into the water.
His curiosity is piqued, though. He heads to the left side of the house, jumping off the porch and stepping on the narrow bit of grass between your supposed house and your neighbour’s. He looks up to the sky and notices a ladder out of the corner of his eye, right below an open window.
Making sure it’s sturdy enough, he climbs it, slapping the plastic curtain back and throwing himself inside the house. He groans in pain when he hits the floor with a lack of grace, holding his shoulder and rubbing the sore spot.
Even inside, everything is still pitch black.
“Hello?” He calls out your name, taking a hesitant step forward. “Anyone home?”
No one answers him.
He walks out of the room, quietly moving another plastic curtain to the side and starts navigating the house curiously. He thinks he’s in the living room when he finally hears something, a low and sugary sweet beat coming from up the stairs.
The steps creak under his Reebooks. He’s almost on the landing when a crow appears out of nowhere and flies past him like he isn’t even there, its wings flapping noisily. “Holy mother of God,” he curses, resting his back against the wall and clutching his chest.
When his heart rate is back to normal he keeps climbing, finally reaching the first floor. There’s a crack of warm light coming from the room the farthest away from where he’s standing, the music growing louder as he follows it.
His lips pull up when he sees the many lit up candles around the room, placed between planks of wood and construction tools. There’s a radio on a workshop table playing a song he wouldn’t be caught dead listening to but it fits his fair maiden to perfection.
“You made it,” your voice comes from behind him unexpectedly. He jumps in the air and screams, eyes wide when he turns around and sees how sick you look now. Even worse than you look at school.
Eddie twists one of his rings around his finger as you saunter towards him, hips swaying hypnotically. He gulps, “This– this isn’t really your house, is it?”
Eddie is hit with a wave of your perfume– dark, smelling of chocolates and wild berries– as you stand in front of him.
“No, baby,” you pout, shaking your head softly. You take his hand and place it over your chest. “This is our home. Just for us.”
Eddie chuckles, sounding uncomfortable. His eyes are glued to the chain that dips between your breasts and the heart locket that hangs from it. “What would we need a house for?”
Your giggle is sweet, your touch soft as you caress his chest and squeeze his shoulders. Eddie holds his breath as you lean forward and whisper in his ear, “To play mommy and daddy.”
Oh shit, he thinks. When did the air become so stuffy?
Your hands go to the back of his neck, long nails scratching his nape and almost making him purr. There’s goosebumps on the skin of his throat as you run your nose against it, bump his jaw up with it and nip gently at his earlobe. “Do you wanna play with me, Eddie?”
He’d do anything you asked of him. “Yes, fuck, yes.”
You pull him towards you by the hair and press your lips together, not bothering with taking it slow, slipping your tongue inside his mouth. He tastes good– minty and smokey and something else… something sweet. Not like the other boys you’ve kissed before to feed on them. They were salty with lust, greedy as they tried to control the kiss. Control you.
But not Eddie. No, he molds himself to you, lets you take whatever you want from his and is grateful for it.
You don’t like it.
Determined to forget about… whatever it was that made your heart skip a beat, you pull away and drift your kisses down his neck, biting him harshly while your hands work on the belt around his hips. You can hear his heavy pants as you stroke his cock over his jeans, adding pressure and feeling the hard and heavy bulge under your palm twitch as you run your tongue over the teeth marks imprinted on his skin.
“Fuck, fuck, wait.” He reaches for your wrists to stop you from lowering his jeans. “Jesus– that was… so fucking hot. Need a minute.”
You huff out an irritated breath, snarking, “I don’t have a minute.”
Being so close to feeding, to sinking your teeth into fresh meat and warm blood, and then having it stripped away from you has made you lose some of your charm. “Just let me suck your cock or something, Jesus,” you roll your eyes in annoyance.
Eddie laughs, holding your cheeks and kissing your still chapped lips that are now shiny with spit. “That’d defeat the whole purpose of taking a minute.”
God, why does he have to be so sweet? It’d be easier if he were an asshole that couldn’t wait to get his dicks wet and didn’t care about making it last. You can’t stand it. Can’t stand him.
“How about I eat you out, hm? To pass the time?”
You really don’t mean to, but it’s impossible to stop yourself from blurting out in surprise, “Eat me out?”
“Yeah.” Your stunned face shocks him. “Wait, you’ve never…”
You shake your head, mouth parted. Strictly speaking, you’re not being 100% truthful. Some of your victims have attempted to eat you out, giving you a couple of licks that did nothing for you just to get you wet enough so they could sink their greedy cocks into you without your body rejecting them. Like that would happen.
Still, it’s not like any of those boys managed to get you off with their mouths, so there’s no point in explaining all that to Eddie.
“Oh, baby,” he sighs. His hands that were cradling your face go down the sides of your body, stroking your curves and settling on your hips. He pushes you forward so your pussy can grind on his bulge. You gasp. “Baby, baby, baby, baby. You have no idea what you’ve been missing.”
You don’t like him having the upper hand. Forcing yourself back into character, you grip the roots of his hair until he hisses. “Show me, then.”
Eddie’s grin is wolfish. “As my fair lady wishes.”
He’s the one who pulls you into a bruising kiss this time, his tongue playing with yours as he deepens it. You traipse back towards the wooden table together, stumbling over each other’s feet.
Your hips reach the table first, the tools on it clattering to the floor and the radio shaking as it struggles to keep itself balanced. Eddie chuckles against your lips and helps you get on the edge of the table, pushing you backwards until you’re laying flat on the hard surface.
He trails kisses down your throat and chest, kissing the swells of your breasts that your tank top exposes, sucking on the skin until colourful splotches appear. You arch your back into his face, mumble a curse when his teeth graze your hardened nipple over the thin fabric of your top.
He peppers more wet kisses down your stomach, dampening your shirt with his spit. He laves his tongue his tongue over the exposed bit of skin of your tummy and flips your skirt up, mouth jumping from your hip bone to your inner thigh, completely neglecting your core in favour of feverishly biting marks into the softness of your thighs.
The closer he gets to your panties, the softer his nips become, turning into soft pecks that make you warm where his lips touch you. When he reaches your mound, he presses the gentlest kiss over the little bow stuck to your cotton panties, stealing a glance up at you.
You don’t think you’ve ever been looked at with such tenderness. Not even before you were turned into this monster. It makes you shiver, hips raising to help him lower your underwear.
Eddie’s dimples show when he sees the glistening threads sticking to the fabric, spreading thinner and thinner as he separates it from your pussy.
An involuntary moan comes out from deep within your chest when he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it between his teeth and licking wet stripes up your clit, his warm tongue slipping between your folds eagerly. He chances another look up at you, watches you raise yourself on your elbows and brush back his bangs before tangling your fingers in his messy waves.
Your chest is already panting as you watch him swirl your little nub with the tip of his tongue, rising and falling in rapid succession with the quick, short breaths you take. There’s a thin layer of sweat forming on your hairline, Eddie inadvertently melting away the coldness that had taken over your body at the lack of nutrients and raising your temperature until it feels like there’s wildfire coursing through your veins.
“Eddie,” you whine when he pushes you into his mouth, forcing you to grind against his face. A whimper falls from your parted lips when he forces his tongue into your hole, tasting the deepest parts of you that have never been explored by any man. “S-so good.”
It feels more than good. It is more than good and you’re not used to it ever feeling this good. You tighten your grip on his hair and Eddie moans filthily against you, finally allowing his eyes to flutter shut as he makes out with your pussy like he’s been fantasizing about for years. You taste sweeter than he imagined– unnaturally so. He’s drunk on your taste, his mind becoming foggy, all and any thoughts he had other than you disappearing from his mind as he focuses on the feast in front of him.
You don’t understand what’s happening– your legs spam around his head and your body jerks up, muscles tensing then relaxing immediately as a tsunami of pleasure crashes over you and leaves you breathless.
You fall onto your back as you gush all over him, filling his mouth with your slick. With trembling hands, you force him away from you, hazy eyes blinking up at him.
He looks… messy. Hair mussed up from your fingers gripping it, lips red and swollen from eating you out like a starved prisoner, chin shiny and dripping with your release, pupils dilated and eyes glazed over just the same as yours.
He’s unfairly pretty.
“Are you okay?” He asks, crowding your body as he leans down and examines your face closely. Your skin returned to it’s usual glow, your hair no longer looking oily and thin. Somehow, your lips aren’t dry anymore– they’re plump and soft.
“I feel– I feel weird,” you slur. You had expected to return to normal after feeding on Eddie, but you haven’t even punctured an artery and the immeasurable hunger you’ve been feeling all of last month is almost completely gone.
Something isn’t right.
Eddie’s heart skips a beat at your confession. “Shit, did I hurt you? Was that too much?”
“Too much? That was… Where the hell did you learn that, Munson?”
He shrugs one shoulder bashfully, his cheeks growing pink at your disbelief. “College girls have a thing for struggling rockstars, apparently.”
Something ugly grows in your chest at the thought of Eddie fucking other people, of another girl keeping his cock warm. You’ve always liked the virgins– they were sweet like candy and desperate and let you take whatever you wanted from them. You milked their souls dry before they could even stutter out a “thank you”.
You had chosen Eddie on purpose and had been so very careful before approaching him earlier today. You had smelled him and sensed that honeyed aura virgin boys always had around them. And you knew he liked you, poor boy wasn’t very good at hiding it.
So you started being nicer to him: lending him your book in English class when he forgot his copy, whispering to him the answer to a problem in Miss O’Donell’s class when her back was turned to you, smiling at him when you passed each other in the hallway. You even stopped Jason from mocking him and his nerd group a couple of times.
It had almost cost you your reputation. But you were so hungry, and he was so pretty and smelled so delicious. To have him not be a virgin, have all of your hard work mean nothing, it makes you angry.
Your previously shining doe eyes grow dark and narrow into thin slits. Your canines elongate and you do your best to cover them as you say, “So you’re not a virgin?”
Eddie’s startled by your sudden change of mood. “Uh…” he swallows awkwardly, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the motion. “Uh, not– not completely. Couple of blowjobs here and there but– but I’ve never…”
“Fucked a girl?” you guess. He nods shyly and you relax your tense shoulders, returning to your mellow self from 3 minutes ago. You’re giving Eddie whiplash.
You wrap a leg around his hips and push them forward, pressing his hard cock against your wet pussy and gasping at the scratch of the denim. “You wanna fuck me, Eddie?”
His breath catches as you grind your hips against his, eyes rolling at the feel of the heat of your cunt seeping through his jeans. He’s pretty sure there’s a damp spot on his boxers caused by his leaky slit. “Y-yes, God, yes.”
You raise a hand to cradle his cheek, stroking his skin with your thumb. “Yeah? Want my pussy to be the first one you ever feel?”
“Uh huh.” He makes a broken sound, nodding repeatedly. Your voice is hypnotizing, your touch so gentle. “Wanna– wana fuck you. Need it. Please.”
You let go of his cheek and his head falls forward, forehead resting against yours and his hot breath fanning over your face. You reach forward and unzip his pants, lowering them enough so that his cock and his balls fall out.
“Shit,” he swears as you lick your hand, maintaining eye contact, and grip him, pumping your fist up and down his length. Eddie’s hips jerk forward.
You kiss along his jawline and whisper in his ear, “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“Fuck, wanna spread your pussy with my cock,” he whines. You press his cock down to your mound and glide your pussy along his dick, puffy and wet folds spreading around his thick girth and bumping your swollen clit with his pretty pink tip. “Aw, shit. J-just like that. So fucking good.”
You kiss behind his earlobe. “What else?”
“Want to m-make you cum,” he stutters when you cradle his heavy sack in your palm, gently squeezing it. “Want to– to fill you up and watch it drip out.”
You giggle mischievously in his ear and Eddie’s mind short circuits. “You want to make me messy?”
“So messy– oh!” he moans when you push his cock into your weeping cunt. Only his mushroom shaped head is inside but that’s almost enough to push him over the edge. He bites his lip until he draws blood.
You lean forward to lick it up and hum dreamily as you get your first taste of him. He’s so nice and tastes so good, it’s a pity that you have to kill him.
“Holy shit.” Eddie stares at you with eyes as wide as saucers, then glances down to where your tight heat is welcoming his cock home, spread wide around it. If he thought he had been drunk on your taste before, he feels like he’s just chugged three bottles of the moonshine the older teens at the trailer park drank when he was younger. “Holy shit.”
“Come on, Eddie,” you encourage him, “Fuck me.”
“Y-yeah.” He draws back then forward again, slowly finding a strong rhythm. His hips slaps against yours with wet slaps of skin, his balls hitting your ass with every thrust. “Gonna fuck you. Been dreaming about it for years… thinking of– of making you cum all over me… putting my cum inside you… goddamn it.”
The table creaks as he fucks you, the radio tumbling to the floor with a loud clatter but Eddie can’t focus on any of it when he’s burying himself so deep inside you he can feel your throat contracting around him every time you moan. He wants to record your every sound, every little “uh uh” you make so he can listen to them at night while he touches himself to this memory.
His stomach burns and twists, fingers digging into your skin with bruising strength as he forces you back and forth on his cock. You can tell he’s getting close. Can smell his scent get sweeter and sweeter the closer the coil in his stomach gets to snapping in half.
This is your chance.
Your hands frame his scrunched up face as you force him to look at you. “It’s okay,” your tone is soft, gentle. “You can cum now Eddie, it’s okay.”
Eddie looks pained as he shakes his head, cheeks red from embarrassment. “Want you to cum, too.”
You kiss from his cheek down to his jawline, smiling into his skin. “I already did remember? Now I want you to cum. Can you do that for me?”
“Okay. Okay.”
Your back scratches against the wood with every thrust, splinters digging into the skin between your shoulder blades and making you moan at the pleasurable pain. You graze your teeth over his straining neck, allowing them to grow sharper and longer. You open your mouth wide but, right before you can sink your fangs into the vein that’s popping out, calloused fingers grip your chin and pull you into a desperate kiss.
You’re wide eyed as Eddie licks into your mouth, groans of pleasure mixing with whimpers as he spills all of his cum inside you. He loses his rhythm, rutting into you like a dog, cock twitching and painting your insides white.
“I’m sorry,” he pants, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t– you felt so good–”
You don’t know why you do it, really. You should just kick him off you and tear a piece of his side. But he did something to you, somehow managed to satiate your appetite without losing his life, so instead of twisting his arm and pushing him to the floor, you pet the back of his hair and repeat your previous words. “It’s okay.”
Eddie’s chuckle is muffled. “That’s the last thing a guy wants to hear after sex, you know. Or during.”
“W-well, it’s the truth,” you fumble. You’ve never comforted someone besides Chrissy, but she just cried and complained, not expecting any reassurances from you. “You can just make it up to me next time.”
Eddie wonders if you’ve always been this sweet deep down. There had to be a reason why Cunnigham liked you, after all. “Next time?” he asks, hoping his hearing was working correctly.
You’re going to grow hungry eventually. If you can’t eat him then you’ll have him do whatever he did to you tonight to keep you full.
hi lovely, hate to be the bearer of bad news but nerdypeaceheart (tumblr) has copied and reposted your fic 'tear you apart.' they have a collection of eddie fics over on wattpad too under the user SNIPERXX0 which seems to have been stolen too from a whole range of fic writers, m sorry you have to go through this and i hope it can all be resolved soon
i really appreciate you telling me, thank you for letting me know, i’ve reported their accounts for plagiarism so hopefully it will be taken down. BUT PLEASE if you see this account please know that they have stolen works from multiple writers and passed it off as their own on here and wattpad. i’ve screenshotted their tumblr and wattpad and placed it below, I've also screenshotted my work and then the copy they posted on their account to show the similarities. it's literally word for fucking word. im literally shaking as im writing this rn im so fucking upset and im sorry to all of the other talented writers on here who have had their work stolen from them. none of us should have to deal with this.
PLEASE REBLOG THIS SO MORE PEOPLE KNOW, ESPECIALLY WRITERS WHO ARE UNAWARE OF THEIR WORK BEING STOLEN !!
"stop writing preppy reader" this and " not everyone's gay it's the 80's" that, how about we stop complaining about other peoples creative thinking and start complaining about people incorrectly tagging their fics, it makes you look desperate and shows you have no consideration for other people on the platform
Summary: Nancy wants an experience with a girl, and Nancy always gets what she wants.
WC: 2.5k+
Warnings: 18+, Smut, threesome, cuck, Sub!Nancy but also Dom!Nancy, Unprotected sex, swearing, poly? possibly.
"You want me to what?" You asked, nearly dropping the cracker that was on its way to your mouth.
"Nancy wants." Steve clarified before pinching the bridge of his nose and continuing. "Nancy wants you to join us this weekend. She's always wanted to experience something like that. I suggested Robin since I don't want to really partake but she said if I changed my mind Robin wouldn't be into it so she suggested you. You're pretty, sweet, and have been with guys and girls before. She just wanted me to ask." He raised his hands in defense and leaned against the break table.
"I... You're asking me to fuck your girlfriend while you're not there?" You raised a questioning brow at him.
Steve shook his head. "No, no. I'll be there. I might even watch, but I don't plan on being involved, physically. Not sure it's my thing."
You chuckled and smirked. "Shame. I'm sure me and Nance would love for you to join, Stevie. Tell her I'm in." You winked before finally placing the cracker in your mouth.
Steve watched and nodded before walking out to leave you for your break.
The weekend came quickly and it was now Saturday evening. You and Steve closed Family Video and got into his car. He decided to pick you up this morning so there wouldn't be a ton of cars in his driveway, making things less conspicuous to his neighbors.
"When you get there just don't be afraid of her. Act like this is something you've always done with her. I don't want her to feel awkward, okay?" Steve said as the car came to a stop in his driveway.
"I'll greet her with a kiss then, how about that, Stevie?" You asked, opening the car door.
Steve nodded, but didn't say anything. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, you had an effect on him. He lead you to the door and showed you inside. "Nance! We're home!" He called into the empty house, locking the door behind him.
You watched her as she came down the stairs, legs bare, only the tops of her thighs covered by one of Steve's long t-shirts. "Wow." You breathed, taking in the way her features softened in the dimly lit house.
Steve chuckled next to you, nudging you. "All you."
You stepped forward and met Nancy at the foot of the stairs. "Before I do anything, I wanna make sure you're alright with this, okay?" You reached for her hand, brushing your fingers with hers.
"Yeah, I am." She replied, her voice soft before she glanced at Steve. "Are you sure you just wanna watch?" She asked as one of your hands moved to rest on her hip.
You looked back to see Steve watching closely as your other hand went into her hair, pulling her body and face closer to you until your turned your head to meet her lips.
She let out a surprised and content moan as your thumb traced up and down the fabric of Steve's shirt over her hip.
You smiled, licking her bottom lip for permission to enter, which she granted immediately. As your tongue explored her mouth your hand fell down her hip to her thigh to dip under the hem of the shirt. Your fingers skimmed the lace of her panties as they made their way back up her body.
Chills raced over her skin and her knees weakened as she gripped your shirt for stability. She broke away from the kiss before muttering a "Come on." And leading you up the stairs.
"Come on, Stevie. I thought you wanted to watch." You called as you noticed him standing stunned by the front door.
He kicked himself into gear and followed the two of you to their room.
The bed was made in pristine white cotton sheets with lavender accents. You wasted no time in pushing Nancy down onto them. You watched her crawl to the middle of the bed as you waited for Steve.
"Let me know if you change your mind, Stevie." You smirked, closing the door behind the red faced man.
He nodded eagerly as he took a seat across the room.
You stripped down to your bra and panties before crawling up the bed, knees resting on either side of Nancy's body. Your top half sank to rest on your elbows as you kissed her again, but only for a moment before trailing the kiss down her jaw and to her neck.
"Oh, shit." Nancy whined as you found her sweet spot. You took this opportunity to nip and suck at the skin, leaving a small mark before kissing across the front of her neck to the other side.
Her hands held your hips, scratching gently at the skin.
You couldn't help the small giggle that passed your lips at the light touch.
"What?" She asked, a tiny laugh coming from her as well.
You pushed yourself up and used your fingers to trail her jaw. "It tickles." You answered, settling your hips on hers. "How about we take this off, huh?" You gripped the hem of the shirt in your hands, waiting for her nod and small "Yeah." before removing it.
She shivered at the cold air washing over her. Nancy was never quiet, always saying something or giving her opinion but this, something she had never experienced before, had her stunned silent. She watched every move closely.
Your fingers traced down the bra strap on her shoulder all the way down the rim of her bra, over the soft skin of her breast. "Tell me if you change your mind or if you don't like something, okay?" Your eyes flicked from the top of your fingers to her eyes.
She nodded.
"I need words, Nance."
"Okay." She finally said, tinting pink.
"Good girl." You replied, snaking your hand under her and unhooking the bra. "Good girls get rewarded." You added, pulling the bra down gently. Your head dipped down taking one of her hardened nipples into your mouth.
She let out a high pitched whine as she gripped the sheets. Steve did this all the time, but it felt different when it wasn't him.
Your finger brushed over her other nipple, tweaking it between your pointer and thumb.
Her hands wrapped around you, one resting on your back and the other tracking up to grip your hair. She tugged gently, responding to the stimulation on her chest.
This caused you to groan, sending vibrations through her, coaxing another moan from her. "God, you sound so pretty." You said, pulling back from her chest.
She looked down at you and giggled. It was angelic as it rang around your head.
"I'm gonna take these off now, huh?" You had wiggled your way down her body until your face hovered over her clothed center.
"Please." She responded, so needy that you couldn't deny her.
You traced the top of the lace before dipping your fingers in and pulling them down and off of her legs. You started kissing the inside of her left knee, up to the middle of her thigh and then so dangerously close to her dripping hole before giving the same treatment to her right leg.
She whined louder the closer you got to where she needed you.
You couldn't help but wonder if she begged this much for Steve, who you'd almost forgotten was sitting just a few yards from you, watching you tease the love of his life.
"Please, please." She was breathless though you'd done nothing to her yet.
"Oh my sweet girl, since you asked do nicely." You cooed before licking from her hole to her clit, circling it, then going back down. Just as good as you thought she would be.
The noise that came out of her surprised you. She never struck you as vocal in bed but here she was, begging, moaning, and squealing for you. You moaned into her, attaching your lips to her clit and slipping a finger up and down her folds.
"Oh fuck." She gripped your hair as you slipped your middling finger into her, curling it so perfectly.
There was shifting to your right, then the unmistakable sound of a belt coming undone. Steve.
"You taste so fucking good baby." You said, pulling back and stealing a quick glance at the man who had been so adamant about not joining.
He had his hard dick in his hands, pumping up and down the length as he watched. He blushed as he made eye contact with you.
You slipped your ring finger in Nancy, continuing the same motion as before. You drew your bottom lip into your teeth as you watched him. "I know you don't wanna join but I could really use some help with this bra. I'm a bit busy." You nodded down to Nancy who was writhing under you.
Steve nodded, releasing his dick and standing, letting his pants fall to his ankles before stepping out of them and walking towards you.
You leaned back down to Nancy, licking her again as Steve came to a stop behind you. You felt his hard dick press against your clothed core as he reached up your back, grunting as he felt how wet your underwear had become.
His fingers unhooked your bra and slipped slowly down your back slowly, resting on your hips. He stayed there, taking it all in.
Nancy's hips rolled against you as she drew closer to her orgasm. Her whines and whimpers grew louder as your reached up with your free hand to play with her tit, squeezing and manipulating the soft flesh.
Steve's hips rocked against you, bumping your clit through the thin underwear. "God, I can't stop." He groaned, his hands slipping up and down your ass before drawing back and slapping it hard.
You moaned loudly onto Nancy, vibrating her nerves and pushing her over the edge. You felt her walls squeezing around your fingers as her legs shook on the sides in your head. Her back arched and she pulled your hair, pushing your face deeper into her pussy.
"That's it baby. She's making you feel good, hm?" Steve said from behind you, slamming his hips into you, desperate at this point, though little friction was being created.
Nancy came down slowly, looking up to you and smiling. She looked more confident now than she had previously. "Lay down love. Steve is going to fuck you."
You smirked wiggling your ass against Steve. "Yes ma'am." You licked her one more time, causing a giggle to escape her at the same time as a moan. "That was pretty." You commented as you situated yourself on your back, finally able to toss the bra onto the floor.
"I can't wait to hear what sounds you make." Nancy said moving to lay on her side next to you. She wrapped her hand around your neck lightly before leaning down to kiss you.
Steve rubbed your thighs gently, inching his way up to your underwear. "These are nice. Too bad they're all messy." He pouted before pulling them down gently to reveal you to him. He took in a sharp breath, catching Nancy's attention.
"Wait. I want to see her." Nancy said, holding a hand up to Steve who stopped his reaching for you. She was definitely the boss now. She moved to stand at the end of the bed next to Steve. "Wow. You have a really pretty pussy. I love that I'm the one that made you all wet." She leaned down, one hand resting next to your hip and the other went to slip a finger up your folds.
You moaned, unintentionally rolling your hips to try and keep her touching you. "I loved being in your pussy. I can't help it." You replied, this caused Steve to grunt.
Nancy lifted her finger coated in your slick to her mouth and sucked on it. "Mm, you're so good. Steve, baby, you wanna taste?" She asked, glancing over to him as her finger dipped back down, this time slipping inside you and curling, causing you to moan.
"Yes, please." Steve was watching hard, trying not to cream right on the spot.
Nancy pulled her finger out of you and turned to Steve, resting on hand on his chest as she stood close to him. She placed her finger covered in you into his mouth.
His lips closed around it and he moaned, grabbing Nancy's wrist as as sucked lightly.
"Good boy." She smirked, pulling her finger out of his mouth with a pop.
You had to admit, that was one of the hottest things you'd ever seen. You whined, as your pussy squeezed around nothing, begging to be filled.
Nancy looked down at you and smiled. "Go on Steve, she needs you." Her tone was teasing, almost taunting you.
You loved it.
Steve crawled over you, resting between your legs. "Ready, Princess?" He asked as he took his dick in his hand, rubbing the tip up and down your dripping pussy.
"Yes please, Steve. Please." You couldn't hide the desperation that Nancy had ignited within you with her finger.
Nancy stepped back, watching what was happening.
Steve pushed into you, causing you both to groan in relief. "God, you're so tight. So fucking needy aren't you?"
"Mhm." You moaned as he set a steady pace, hitting right where you needed.
Nancy dropped to her knees beside the bed, taking on of your hands in hers. "He feels good, doesn't he, Princess?"
You nodded again as her free hand slipped down your body to rub small slow circles on your clit. Words weren't able to form in your mind, let alone come out of your mouth.
"That's right, Princess. Be a good girl and cum fast. Let him fuck you through your orgasm." Nancy urged, applying a bit more pressure.
You could feel the pressure building up, so close to being unleashed and burning through your body. Your breathing was ragged as you focused on the steady tapping from Steve's cock along with his grunts and moans. He sounded almost as pretty as Nancy had. The constant friction of Nancy's finger aided in your quick release. "Gonna cum." Is all your could say.
"Yes, yes Princess. Cum for us. Yes." Nancy watched you close as you came undone under the two of them, moaning and whining as your body tensed and twitched.
Steve grunted as your constricted around him. He wasn't far from his release and watching you and Nancy was pushing him faster and faster.
Nancy glanced at Steve before pulling her finger from your clit and slipping it into your mouth so you could taste yourself. "Do you like watching us?" She asked him, smirking.
He nodded, keeping his eyes on her finger until she removed it. His abdomen tightened but he wasn't quite finished.
She nodded and leaned down, latching her lips to one of your nipples.
You moaned, running a hand through her curls.
She licked and sucked until she heard him and knew he was spent.
He grunted and his hips staggered, bucking wildly until they stopped. He slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum spilled out of your hole and onto the sheets.
Nancy slowly stood and walked over to him, pulling him down for a kiss. "I like her, don't you?" She asked him as if you weren't there.
Steve nodded, wrapping an arm around her lower back. "Yeah. I take back what I said before. This was fun."
Nancy looked at you and smiled. "I think we would like if this was a regular thing. Would you be okay with that?"
Would you guys kill me if I deleted a reposted my Eddie fic, I just feel like I posted it at a really bad time so it got lost in the tags so nobody has seen it
you really are tagging as "X reader" anyone slightly mentioned in your fics huh? 💀
please please please we have been trying to explain why it's important to tag your fics correctly, it is not going to get you more readers because your fic is not what they are searching for in the tags.
it's not difficult at all and makes everything much much easier!
it's exhausting how this happens with absolutely all tags related to stranger things
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: eddie likes to gossip with you and your friends.
𝗮/𝗻: so i wrote something similar like this with peter parker a while ago but i just like this concept so much and i feel like it fits eddie so i had to do it again 😭 also this is not proofread so pls ignore any errors!!
𝘄/𝗰: 0.6k
it was after school, and you and eddie were chilling at your house since your parents weren’t home yet. he was playing a random song on his guitar and you were on the phone with one of your friends.
“nancy, it gets even juicier, you’re not going to believe it!” you gossip over the phone with your best friend.“amber fucked gabby’s boyfriend!”
upon hearing you gossiping with your friend, eddie instantly put his guitar down and walked over to you with his jaw dropped, shocked at what he just heard.
“amber fucked gabby’s boyfriend?!” eddie mouthed to you to which you mouthed a quick yes back, giggling at how he was already invested in your conversation.
I apologize to all my followers I might spam your timeline I am gonna make my navigation post and my masterlist all that good jazz. But I'll try to find a few good fics to reblog
Summery: It wasn't uncommon for you to be at Eddie's house in the early hours of the morning.
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Afab!reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, porn with one paragraph of plot as a treat, Afab reader, P n V sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, praise, a lil degrading like 1 line
It wasn't uncommon for you to be at Eddie's house in the early hours of the morning. After all, you were best friends. The only difference is your new arrangement of friends with benefits. It had been going on that way for a few months now, you would just call each other up whenever you were horny and needed to blow off steam.
And that's how you ended up here sat on Eddie's lap, your tongues intertwined while you grind on each other almost desperately. He pulls away from your kiss and tucks his head in your shoulder groaning from the friction.
"Please Eddie, I need you" you whisper moan, hand going up to tangle in his hair.
Eddie leans back from your neck to look at you with a smirk. You feel his hand move up to lay flat on your chest pushing you back. He guides you to lay flat against his mattress, moving back so your legs fall to the side of his thighs spread open for him. His hand moves your skirt up and out of the way so he can admire the wet patch on your panties.
The way he's looking down at you makes you feel small. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, holding your breath waiting for his next move. His hand goes down to move your panties to the side, his middle finger sliding up your slit collecting your wetness and spreading it on its way up. "Eddie please" you moan out in frustration. "Please what baby?" He says looking back at you almost Innocently.
"Please touch me"
"I am touching you," he responds with a smirk, you let out a frustrated noise. "Put your fingers in," you say shyly, you don't even have a moment to be embarrassed as he pushes two fingers in roughly. He immediately sets a fast pace, his thumb moving to rub circles over your clit. Your nerves are on fire, the sudden pleasure making you throw your head back.
You love when Eddie got like this, so loving, and yet so harsh. His fingers were fucking into you relentlessly. All you could do was moan and rock your hips to match the pace of his fingers in an attempt to feel more of him. His other hand moves to rub at your hip comfortingly before he spoke “You're like a bitch in heat. So needy.”
It doesn't take long for the familiar heat to build up. He could tell you were getting close by the way you clenched around him. "Are you close baby? Do you wanna cum around my fingers?" Eddie asks, studying your face as you try to make out an answer only moans coming out. He curled his fingers up into you adding another, satisfied by the way you couldn't form a single thought.
Your thighs were tightly clamped around his own. You came undone quicker than you expected, moaning as his thumb picked up its pace on your clit. Your vision blurring from the stimulation as you came around his fingers. Eddie slowed his fingers inside you before pulling them out slowly allowing you to recover from your orgasm.
You don't even notice as Eddie moves back to take off his pants and boxers. Once you come back to reality you are greeted with a peck on your lips from Eddie as his cock is lined up at your entrance. "You ready baby? I'm gonna ruin you" he asks before thrusting into you all at once.
He stopped his movements so that you could get used to the feeling of his cock in you. No matter how many times you two had sex he also managed to make you breathless. He leaned down to whisper in your ear "Just give me a little hum when you're ready baby.” And so you did. Eddie moved his hips back and started to pound into you relentlessly.
You move your legs from his side to wrap around his hips. This gives you leverage to move your hips back against his. The new position of your legs does wonders for Eddie.
His hips move so harshly against your own that the force almost moves you up the bed each time he slams into you.
“You look so fuckin pretty like this” Eddie moans as he thrusts into you“You feel that baby, you feel me filling you up?” He groans again, not giving you a chance to respond with anything but moans of his name.
“I know baby, I know” He says, bringing his hand to stroke your cheek. He nods his head along with your moans of how it's too much and you can't take it.
Contradicting his comforting words Eddie continued his brutal pace, thrusting into you like it was the first time he'd ever fucked you. You could tell he was getting close, you were close too.
“Fuck Eddie Im close” you moan out hand reaching out to grab a fistful of his shirt. "I'm close to baby, gonna fill you up with my cum and fuck it out of you later" He responds I between moans.
With a final, and purposefully deep thrust, both you and Eddie crashed over the edge. your body shuddering and clenching around him. Eddie leans over on top of you almost collapsing on you, groaning out by your ear something incoherent about taking his cum like a good girl.
Your body felt so warm and full, You felt a hand on your chin. Eddie uses his hand to turn your head to catch your lips in a kiss. You both just lay there for a while enjoying the moment.
