When you both survive to 1987, and your boyfriend takes you to see the hottest new rock act in town. Then feels jealous because his other half is crushing on the guitarist HARD.
‘That better be a packet of lifesavers in your pocket, Munson.’
Here’s a smutty little oneshot while I’m working on the next chapter of Worlds Apart. I hope you enjoy! - Love, Kiki ♡
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Eddie Munson x female cheerleader!reader (virgin!Eddie x virgin!reader)
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | It’s been two weeks since you and Eddie decided to stop sneaking around and start behaving like every other couple at Hawkins High. Only that you’re not. And after overhearing a group of cheerleaders’ especially cruel gossip about your relationship, Eddie’s insecurities, nourished by all those years of bullying, hit home despite all of his attempts not to let people’s vile words get to him. This time though…he feels like they might be right. Because why would a girl like you ever fall for a guy like him? And when Eddie realizes he made a mistake…he can only hope it’s not too late to fix what he broke. Based on this request: Maybe one where reader is a cheerleader and popular but only wants to be with eddie but he is insecure because he’s the school freak and overhears mean gossip? Angst w a happy ending?
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending; soft, sweet smut; virgin!Eddie x virgin!reader; insecure Eddie; a Pride-And-Prejudice-style confession in the rain
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 11k
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (only read if you’re 18+ years old!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), p in v
Eddie hadn’t wanted to eavesdrop. He truly hadn’t.
But he’d heard your name, and then his own, and now he was standing here, around the corner in the empty hallway, forced to listen to the voices of the three cheerleaders and the ugly things they were saying about you and him. He couldn’t muster the mental strength required to walk past them now and face their scrutiny.
He was a rat in a trap.
“…nearly got a heart attack when I saw her jump out of that rusty old van of his last week,” one of them remarked, “Like, I can’t wrap my head around the thought that they’re dating. Barf me out, that’s disgusting.”
“She’s probably just pitying that freak, anyways, and doesn’t know how to get rid of him. Like one of these flea-infested strays you feed one time and they’ll start following you around. He looks like one of these as well.” Eddie didn’t need to see her face to know she was scrunching her nose in disgust. He was used to that kind of reaction. “Oh god, do you think she’ll bring him if I invite her to my Spring Break party?”
“You probably shouldn’t risk it.”
“Probably. I’m a bit sorry for her, though.”
“Why? It’s on her if she’s screwing around with the scum. I always thought she’d end up with Steve Harrington, to be honest. They would’ve been such a cute couple before he graduated.”
“Don’t they always hang around?”
“I mean, yeah. As far as I know. She says they’re just friends but can you imagine rejecting Steve Harrington to end up with Eddie The Freak Munson?”
There was a beat of affirmative silence, before the second girl said, “I don’t get what she sees in that creep.”
summary: the morning after the unforeseen, you wake up from the smell of nicotine and his rich scent of ardor; along with the burning questions of what's next, the trepidation of the truth, and whether joseph loves you or not
warnings: mentions of sex, smoking, swearing, slight angst, fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers, not proofread, quick and shitty writing
a/n: a lot of you guys sent in requests for the smoking thing and i'm in love! i have a prequel for this one so pls sit tight mwah (the shotgunning is still here dw its just briefly mentioned i'm sorry)
In the sheets he calls his sacred oasis, you awake with the kiss of his cold silk against your bare skin. The dream stops like a pause, only what comes next is the sun filtering through the thin epidermis of your eyelids. You sigh deeply, opening your heavy eyelids, eyes straining from its exsiccation.
And what greets you next is the smell of nicotine from across the room.
“Christ. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
You glance around you, a quick reminiscence from last night — the clothes strewn across the floor, the dead cigarette from the ashtray beside you, an empty bottle of fernet branca, and the lingering smell of dior and sex buoyant with the summer air. You sit up, frowning quizzically at the sight of you in your undergarments when you can vaguely remember it being ripped and thrown aside somewhere in the corner of his affluent room. Then you see him:
As if the beam of sunlight guides you to let your eyes rest on the intrepid man, Joseph stands by the balcony, the sun in front of him makes his back look like a silhouette. He’s shirtless with sweatpants hung low on his waist, elbows perched on the rail. Smoke leaves his mouth, eyes trained across the city, eyelashes straight and bold against his cheeks when he blinks. You feel your heart palpitate at the sight of your best friend, like it always does, except this time the reason’s different.
“I don’t know. I guess we don’t always have to be lonely, right?”
Swallowing thickly, you push the sheets off you, letting your bare feet rest on the carpeted floor. You pick up a random shirt from the ground — his, you think, and wear it shamelessly. You pat off the dust it collected, watching as specks fall to the ground. But despite the hushed actions, Joseph senses your conscious presence. He turns his head around, chin almost on his shoulder to look at you.
Startled, you look up at him, fingers fiddling with the ends of his shirt, before he softly says, “hey, love”
You walk over to him, your arms and legs aching, shivering when your feet touch the cold cement of his balcony. And you mimic his position, only without the cigarette as you stare across the endless edifices. You feel him look at you, imperceptible in his glazed stare. He blinks when you clear your throat, urging yourself to look at him.
And fuck, even in the early morning with the sun beginning to rise behind the city, he’s unfathomably pretty. Brown eyes that rectify his emotions, so wide with knowledge; perusal in his requisite to know the truth, especially when it comes to you. The way his pupils dilate when he sees you is fooling, a trick you refuse to partake in.
“Hey,” you murmur. The indigo sky mixes with the blithe colors of orange and yellow, a gaussian blur in your vision as your sight focuses on him and him only. Joseph’s eyes trail across the shirt you’re wearing, trying to hide the smile that threatens to come out, so he hides it behind his cigarette that he plucks back in his mouth. “You’re up early,”
He lets the smoke exit his mouth in a quick whiff. “Could say the same for you,” he rasps, ducking his face as a curl falls to his forehead. “You went out like a light last night. Thought you wouldn’t be up ‘till twelve,” Joseph chuckles. “Did…did I wake you?”
You shake your head, a sudden feeling of shyness has your eyes tracing the golden curve of his thin chain, brazen against his collarbones and opalescent skin. You remember the way it felt between your fingers — how he’d dotingly stared at you as before he pushed himself in. “No. Just woke up by myself.”
“Ah,” he looks down on his fingers. You wonder where all the confidence had gone. Perhaps alcohol was the only thing that unveils such ribald gallantry. Which explains the way he held you like something he’s lost, talked to you in Rabelaisian ways, touched you the way a lover would in the dark. Kissed you like he’s loved you forever.
Joseph looks embarrassed, ashamed of what he’s done. And you feel a sudden pit in your stomach as you think that maybe he’d regretted it. Regretted those words.
“So, um,” your index picks on the skin beside your thumbnail. “I guess now’s the right time to talk about it.”
There’s a huge intake of breath, as if he’s been preparing for this moment to come even in the earliest of mornings. Joseph takes another hit, before he forces himself to look at you once more. “Yeah. You’re right.”
You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Listen, Jo. I- I was drunk. And so were you. And—” you want to tell him. That the words you said last night weren’t true. But they were; in every consonant and every vowel of the drunken words, they were true in its yearning revelation. But you’re a coward to rejection. “And I-...”
A flash of hurt strikes through his glassy eyes. “You didn’t mean it?”
“No!” your eyebrows furrow, hand raised into a debate to hold his arm or cross it around yours. You chose the latter.
“All these years. I’ve looked and looked for people to love and it turns out, that person was right in front of me this whole time.”
“Then what?” he turns his body to face you, a streak of withering patience across the lines above his eyebrows as he furrows them. “You were just drunk?”
“Well, I was,” you try to humor. “But I want you to know that…”
In that ephemeral cowardice, your heart decides to divulge in the treacherous escapade of truth; you’re tired of lying, sick of hurting yourself, especially now that you’ve both done something stupid and you’ve got the opportunity to make things better or worse. Because you long to melt into his touch. His arms that are so comforting in dark times where you’ve lost all light, his love that he gives and gives when you feel forsaken.
“I meant everything I said,” you whisper, watching the way his chest raises for more than a second like you’d caught him off guard — which you did. Joseph’s cigarette hangs loosely between his fingers, almost falling onto the ground as he stares at you in dubiety. “I meant it all, Jo.”
He whispers your name, and it feels like everything just stopped. The smoke frozen in the air, the rushing cars stopping in a motion blur, time stuck between the fast minute hand. And the only thing that moves are your heartbeats; entwined and synchronized.
“Yeah?” you nod. Joseph huffs through his nose, and with fingers never letting go of his cigarette, the other comes up to shakily cup your face. His calloused skin against your soft cheeks, an odd combination that has you sink into his doting touch. “I love you,”
You blink, the bottom of his palm grazing your lips slightly. “What?”
“I love you,” he repeats. “I’ve always loved you. Since you beat up that kid for breaking my glasses when I was ten. I love you for believing in me whenever I doubted myself. I love you even when you cry on cheesy movies. Or when you give me your mushrooms because you hate them.
“I’ve always been afraid to tell you because you were my best friend,” Joseph’s thumb rubs the skin adjacent to your eye. “I didn't want to lose the most important person in my life. Everytime I try to imagine even a day without you, it’s daunting. And I thought — I’d rather you only be my friend and stay than lose you. And to hear that you meant it—”
“I’m kind of upset that I said it while I was drunk,” you chuckle. “I mean, if I’d been sober, I would have been embarrassed. Or I would have cried.”
Him being him, he makes a bawdy joke. “You still cried last night.”
Your fingers scratching his back, head thrown back with tears down your temple as he spreads kisses—sobered kisses—across your neck and shoulder. And he keeps whispering i love you like a mantra, like a promise, as he goes deeper.
“Oh! Jo! Don’t stop! Keep going,” he moans in a jest, eyes closing, head dipped back slightly as a hand comes up to clasp his chest. “Fuck!”
You had a nightmare. A repetitive nightmare. That you told him you loved him once and you ended up in some void all alone and loveless, watching as he walked through a door, shooting you a menacing glare before he walked away with the pieces of your heart puncturing his hand. But now you’re laughing with him, from his mockery and his absurdity, and he’d been the one to tell you he loves you.
So maybe in that unfinished nightmare, he opens the door back to that void with your heart glued to pieces, his own love being its glue as he gives it back to you; all fixed and built, made back into its form so he’s got something to love.
“Shut up, you whore,” you slap his chest, laughing. “My legs hurt. What’d you do? bend it around like I’m some gymnast? Are you Vecna, or something?”
“Nah, darling,” his thumb comes across your bottom lip, urging your mouth to part. And as Joseph takes a drag, cheeks sucking in before he removes it. He leans close, lips pursed and hovering over yours but never meeting as he blows it into your mouth — the white smoke evading your mouth like the chain to your hearts. “‘m just a lover.”
Tobacco on your tongue, you chuckle breathlessly, breath fanning his morning glow. “That’s such a gross line.”
"What, honey, it's true," he defends, taking another hit, cheekbones deep as he sucks.
You shake your head with a small laugh. "I hate to admit it, because I don't like that you smoke, but it's like...really hot," you murmur.
And again, for his love of a good show, he leans close to pour out all the silk smoke into your titillating mouth. And despite your demurral, you gladly accept his unhealthy offer. Joseph's face reddens at your compliment, gives a quick kiss to your nose before he closes the distance.
Letting his lips fall upon yours as he takes it with an open mouth, you moan quietly against him, head ducking up to rest your hands on his chest. His flesh is hot, the blood pumping through his veins lets his skin burn with vehemence. Joseph’s arms wrap around your waist, pressing his lips deeper that there’s minimal breathing space for the two of you.
Your hands touch his chain, to the slope between his shoulder and neck, to the mop of tangled curls on his head that you card through with your fingers. Joseph breaks away, nudging his nose with yours in an altruistic kiss.
“I love you,” you whisper to him, the apocalyptic world long forgotten now that he’s got his arms around you as some sort of yearned comfort. And when he says it back, right when the sun has risen up above to add a golden glow to his eyes, you know nothing’s better than feeling his lips on yours — his smoke eluding your mouth — even as the world falls apart.
Of Incense and Intimacy (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]
Summary: Your roommate's recreational habits tend to wreak havoc on your anxious sensitivities, so you burn a little incense with him to help you both relax. Maybe choosing a scent called "love spell" wasn't the best idea....
Warnings: anxiety, panic attacks, the devil's lettuce, explicit descriptions of secks (minors i fucking see you stay behind the beaded curtain), raw dogging (wear a fuckin' raincoat y'all don't be dumb), mentions of the dirty touch, perv!eddie my beloved, my daddy kink continuing to control every aspect of my life
Word Count: 3.5k (she long and thick this time babes)
Author's Note: i just like incense a lot. ever since i got a backflow burner it's become my entire personality. my room smells amazing.
You hate doing this, ruining his fun. Especially because you know it's how he relaxes; how he deals with his own problems. Still, the tightening of your chest, the shallowness of your breathing, the fear starting to creep its way out of the corners of your mind sends you across the hall, tapping on his door.
Eddie answers in a puff of cannabis smoke, and you instinctively cover your mouth and nose with your shirt. Even in his hazy, glazed-over frame of mind, he knows exactly why you're here, and he immediately apologizes.
"Oh, shit, pumpkin, I'm sorry."
He dashes back into his room, stubbing out the joint in his hand and opening his window a crack, despite the winter chill. You stand in the doorway and sigh.
"No, I'm sorry," you say. "I'm a shit roommate."
"You have clinical anxiety." He annunciates the words as he returns to you, leaning against the door frame and giving your hair a quick, gentle pet. "It's okay."
You grimace as you flinch away, choked by the skunky smell emanating from him.
"That shit reeks," you huff. "You don't have anything better?"
Eddie chuckles, shoving the sleeve of his sweatshirt under your nose to tease you. He laughs as you smack him away.
"The high quality stuff brings in too much money," he explains. "Unless you want me to stop pitching in for takeout."
You roll your eyes and hold a finger up, telling him to wait.
"I'm not living with that stench all night."
You disappear into your bedroom, returning with a couple ceramic dishes and a stack of different sized boxes. Eddie raises an eyebrow as you set them up on his dresser, handing him a few of the boxes and directing him to choose some of the contents. He opens the topmost one, labeled "fairy dust", and removes one of the clay-coated sticks inside.
"Incense?" he realizes. He holds the stick up to his face, the scent so sweet it burns his nostrils. "Is this why your room always smells so good?"
You nod, shuffling through a few of the smaller boxes.
"It covers up the smell of weed," you explain. "I started using it like a week after we moved in together."
Eddie smirks, looking through the other scents you've brought over. Some of them are simple and self-explanatory, like basil and lily, but others are more vague, like "mystique" and "decadence". He pauses when he comes across a box marked with the words "love spell", grinning at you in that impish, borderline perverse way you know too well.
"You trying to seduce me?" he jests, waggling his eyebrows.
"I'd have to do way less than this to seduce you," you laugh. You shriek when his pillow smacks you in the back of the head.
"I'm not desperate," he defends himself. "I've been dry for over a year, y'know."
"We share a wall," you remind him. "I can hear you masturbate. Twice a day. It's like you don't even try to keep quiet."
He scoffs, attempting to play off the fierce blush that burns across his cheeks. You giggle at him; he's way too cute.
"What's weirder is that I never hear you masturbate," he deflects. "I'm starting to worry."
"I masturbate," you state matter-of-factly. "I'm just considerate enough to shut the fuck up about it."
Eddie tries to ignore the way the image of you pleasuring yourself, just feet away from him, makes his cock twitch. He clears his throat as he hands you one of the boxes, choosing at random.
"Here."
You examine it, grinning up at him.
"You picked the one called 'wizard'?" you tease. "Not surprised."
He chuckles, settling himself on the end of his mattress as he watches you place an incense stick upright in your burner and set it alight with the Zippo he keeps next to his stash. The flame flares, searing a thick, smoky path down the tip of the stick before you blow it out, leaving nothing but glowing embers and heavy, fragrant smoke curling into the air. He fixates on the purse of your lips, barely staving off the lewd thoughts that float through his mind.
As the smell of sugar and sandalwood perfumes the confined space, you pop open one of the smaller boxes and remove an incense cone from it, setting it strategically at the top of the second dish. This one is shaped like a pond, beveled with stones, complete with sculpted lily pads and painted koi. When you light the tip of the cone, sweet sage drifts upward on the wisps of smoke, waves of it cascading down the ceramic stones and into the waiting pool below.
Eddie's eyes grow wide, watching the display as if you're performing magic. You smile, curling up on his mattress so you can comfortably enjoy the view.
"That's so fucking cool," he gasps. He lays back beside you, his body fitting nicely next to yours. There isn't much room on his full bed, so you're pressed together, your head falling onto his stomach to compensate for the lack of space.
"Yeah, I knew you'd like it," you muse. "I was gonna get you one for your birthday."
You lay like that for a while, until the incense stick burns out, the silence and shared warmth far too easy between you. Eddie's arm migrates around your shoulders, hugging you close, your leg somehow finding its way between his as you fold yourself more and more into him. The scent of weed still lingers after the incense is gone, so you stand and light another, Eddie whining at the loss of your touch.
Rose petals and musk fill the air as you return to the bed, this time straddling your roommate's lap as he sits leaned against his pillows and the wall. He quirks a brow at you but doesn't protest, his hands falling without hesitation around your waist, keeping you there.
"... Maybe I am trying to seduce you. A little bit," you admit.
He smirks, eyes still glassy from his high.
"You're joking," he replies. There's no way that you - beautiful, intelligent, fiery you - want to have sex with him.
But you shake your head, arms draping over his shoulders as your chest presses to his.
"I think you're hotter than sin, Eddie Munson. And you're my best friend. I can't think of anyone I'd rather be in bed with."
Maybe it's the pot. Maybe it's how pretty you look with your hair up, greasy and messy, a day past needing a wash. Maybe it's the feel of your unconfined breasts pushed against him under your sweater. Maybe it's simply how he loves you, but can't find the words to admit it. Whatever the reason, Eddie closes the space between you with a tender, tentative kiss, his thumb grazing the naked skin just under your shirt. You smile softly against his lips, opening your mouth so they can slot together with yours, tongues finding each other with the gentlest little push.
"You taste good," he murmurs. You peck his lips as he pulls away to speak, gazing dreamily into his honey brown eyes.
"You taste like smoke," you tell him. He chuckles, returning your tiny smooch.
You take your time, savoring each other's kisses and touches in a heated round of sucking face. Eddie's movements are slow and deliberate, his tongue and his lips moving in sync with yours while his large, calloused palms rub loving circles into the skin under your sweater. When you pull away to breathe, he licks teasingly at your lips, grinning as you giggle softly. He presses lazy kisses along your jaw, your eyes falling blissfully closed as he works his way down your neck, nipping and sucking at your flesh. He's hard under his sweatpants, but he's in no rush - he loves having you close, loves having the time to worship your body the way you deserve. You knot your fingers in his hair and he lets out a breathy little moan, the sound so melodic you could listen to it on repeat for hours.
"What do you think about when you masturbate?" he wonders aloud. He thoughtfully licks his lips as he levels his face once again, brushing his nose against yours. His eyes are heavily lidded.
"It used to be Jeff Goldblum, before he gets all gross in The Fly," you divulge. "But since living with you, it's just you. The sounds you make... it's like having my own private porno."
You smirk as Eddie blushes, his hand squeezing gently at your love handle. You've masturbated... to him masturbating? All while he was none the wiser? That can't be right. He must be hearing things, mustering his own fantasies into being.
"You're so pretty..." he whispers, losing track of his thoughts.
You giggle, playfully licking at his lips the way he did yours.
"What do you think about?" you ask in return.
"You," he answers without a beat. "How you look when you walk around in just a big t-shirt. I like to imagine you riding me like that. Or when you're in the shower, I... I sometimes masturbate thinking of you in there."
Your tongue grazes over your bottom lip, teeth sinking into it as the muscle disappears into your mouth and you smile. He's shocked that you're not totally disgusted.
"I want you to bend me over," you confess.
He blinks. This can't be for real.
"What, no missionary first?" he asks.
You laugh, pressing an affectionate kiss against his lips. He returns it reflexively, grinning into you, adoring the sound of your laugh.
"Just fuck me," you whisper. "It's about time we got naked together."
Eddie obliges without further convincing. He lifts your sweater over your head, drinking in the sight of your bare tits without shame. You kiss him again as your hands run under his sweatshirt, groping at his bare skin as he guides the offending fabric up and away, tossing it somewhere to be forgotten. He takes your face in his hands and presses his chest against yours, sighing into your mouth at the feel of your bodies so close, without anything between them. He's warm, his chest broad and firm, his arms forming a protective brace around you. Something so salacious as preparing for sex with your roommate has no right feeling as loving as this does.
"Stand up," Eddie instructs.
You climb off the mattress, giggling as he takes you by the hips and positions you between his legs. He kisses the space between your breasts, his breath fanning delicately over your skin as he eases your sweatpants down your legs, fingers teasing your exposed thighs. Your first instinct is to be embarrassed - you haven't shaved in well over two weeks, and you're afraid he'll be put off by it. But he's unfazed, too enamored with you to really care. His eyes graze over your body with lovelorn grace, still very much under the influence of the drugs, but clear enough to remain totally tuned in to you.
"Undress me."
He stands so he's towering over you, snaring you in another kiss before you make your way downward, trailing your lips languidly over his torso until you're kneeling before him; you pause on your way to kitten lick his nipple, and the sharp intake of his breath at the tease thrills you.
You don't bother taking your time with his sweats, unraveling the drawstring with expert precision and letting them fall, immediately grasping at the base of his cock. It's a pretty thing, long and perfectly thick, the tip poking out handsomely from the hood of his uncut foreskin. You stroke at him gently, grinning up at him with your lip between your teeth.
"You're as perverted as I am, aren't you, sweet little thing?" Eddie chuckles. You don't miss the way he twitches in your palm.
"I learned from the best," you reply with a wink.
His grin doesn't disappear as you run your tongue up the underside of his head, tasting the salt of precum as you gently suckle at the tip. He breathes an airy moan, his hand falling to the nape of your neck.
"Just let me fuck you, baby," he pleads. "I'll use your mouth another time."
You raise yourself up, unable to stop yourself from taking him in for another kiss. He's addicting, the feel of his lips twined with yours almost, if not as good as the sex you've been aching to have with him.
Eddie's hands don't leave your waist as you crawl back on to his mattress, bending down on your elbows and knees and arching your back in a display of catlike sensuality. He's quick to fall behind you, smoothing his palm down the curve of your back before bringing it with a sharp smack down on your ass cheek. You yelp, already dripping through the petals of your pussy in anticipation of his cock.
He runs two fingers through your slick, feeling you out; in the floor length mirror beside his window, you watch him raise those fingers to his lips and suck them clean.
"So sweet," he drawls. "I can't wait to make you cum with my tongue."
"I've never been eaten out before," you mention, catching his eyes in the mirror. They've got a mischievous gleam, not leaving yours as he runs the head of his cock up and down the length of your opening.
"You'll never want anyone else between your thighs once I'm done with you," he promises.
He dips himself inside you, causing you to gasp at the sudden rush of pain that always comes with the first breach of your walls. Your face scrunches, fingers gripping at his sheets as he takes hold of your hips, gently and carefully easing you onto him.
"It hurt?" he questions. The concern in his voice is obvious, and it makes you want for him even more.
"Only for a moment," you assure him. He gives a little nod, pulling out slightly before slipping back in, his cock stroking against you and relaxing your muscles. You breathe out a sigh, the pain fading into delicious fullness.
"Fuck, Eddie," you gasp. "Why didn't you mention you have the dick of a porn star?"
He chuckles, giving you another playful spank as he bottoms out, his head just kissing your cervix.
"Same reason you never mentioned your pussy was so perfectly deep and tight, I guess."
He grips you by the waist and starts to fuck, moaning as he sets a steady pace so you can both savor the feeling of each other. You stretch your torso out on his mattress, curling your body so he's hitting you right at your deepest point, an angle that has him groaning and mewling the way you're all too familiar with.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you look so good for me," he praises. "Taking my cock into that sweet little pussy..."
He brings his hand down once again, causing you to moan with the pleasurable sting of his palm against your skin. He continues to spank, thrusting in time with each hit until your cheeks are rosy and tender with the imprint of his palm. Your tongue rolls out of your mouth as he picks up his pace, eyes closing as you smile with bliss.
"Oh, that's my good girl," he growls. "Loving the way daddy uses her as his little fuck toy."
One of his hands raises to curl around the back of your neck, holding you in place as he starts to pound ruthlessly into you, your legs shaking as the sensation of him filling you reaches high into your stomach.
"You're so good baby... so good... mmmm, fuck, shit, heck, you feel incredible on my cock... Fuuuuuuuck, baby... Fuck...!"
You giggle at his intonations, mewling sweetly as his hips snap against yours, the sound of your thighs slapping together echoing off the walls. You can hear your sticky wetness clinging to his shaft, a harmony to back the loud groans he releases every time he thrusts.
"Right there, Eddie..." you coax. "Fuck, babe, right there... Make me cum..."
He guides your body forward, laying you flush against the blankets as he positions his body prone above yours, his arm wrapping around your neck to steady you. He doesn't stop railing into you, panting heavily in your ear, the thin plastic of the ever-present guitar pick around his neck bobbing against your back. You roll your hips into his, meeting his thrusts, and he lets out sound so sweet you think he might actually be crying.
"Oh, god, sugar, yes..." he snarls. "Keep fucking yourself on my cock... fuck, fuck, yeah, just like that... oh, love, you feel so fucking good..."
His relentless pace has built up a knot in your abdomen, one that releases with an explosion throughout your entire body. You cry out in ecstasy, your limbs fizzling with the shock of your orgasm, your toes curling as you ride the wave of indescribable pleasure out for its impossible length. As soon as Eddie feels you tighten around him, he clenches the base of his cock, staving away his own release as he fucks you through to the end. Once you relax, he gingerly unsheathes himself; you roll so you're facing him, repositioning yourself with bended knees so you can curl your fingers around the handsome appendage and stroke him, savoring his enamored cries as he cums onto your stomach and breasts. His breathing is ragged as the thick, pearly strings of semen cease to erupt from his slit. He collapses onto the mattress beside you with a satisfied huff.
For a few minutes, all you do is lay beside each other, filling each other's space while your breathing regains its normal rhythm and your bodies come back to themselves. Eventually, Eddie gets up and disappears, returning with the pack of baby wipes you keep in your room. He cleans you off, removing every trace of the depravity you've shared and kissing your stomach once you're pure again. He wipes himself off as well, pitching both the used cloths and the ash left in your burner into the little trash can beside his nightstand. The incense has long since burnt out.
Eddie crawls back into bed with you, lifting the blankets over you both and slipping between them, placing a kiss on your shoulder as he presses his chest to your back. You're laying with your heads on the foot of his bed, but that hardly matters; he's actually holding you, close and tight and with his face buried in your hair. It's such a small thing, but you've never been treated with this much tenderness before.
"What's wrong?" he asks. He can read you like a book and it makes you want to cry.
"... You're just being really good to me," you whisper. "You're not... You're not done with me."
"Of course not," he murmurs. He brushes a few stray wisps away from your face, clearing a space for his lips to press a light kiss into your temple. "If I just wanted you for sex I'd have made a move a long time ago. I... I kind of feel things for you. Like... a lot of things."
You turn to face him, hugging him close and hiding your face in his chest. He kisses the top of your head, his fingers making a delicate trail down the length of your spine.
"Thank you for putting up with me," you say. "And for driving me to the hospital that time my contact high gave me a panic attack."
Eddie chuckles, giving your love handle an affectionate squeeze.
"Any time, pumpkin. That's still the best date I've ever had."
You smile, letting out a breathy laugh into his skin.
Over the next couple weeks, Eddie slowly migrates his things into your room, making a habit of sharing a bed even when you're not having sex. His old room becomes a studio, and the other members of Corroded Coffin are excited when he tells them they finally have their own recording space. They're sprawled out on the floor, sharing a joint in celebration when the new setup finally dawns on Jeff.
"Did your roommate move out?" he inquires.
"Not really," Eddie responds with a shrug. "More like I moved in."
Jeff and Gareth share a skeptical look. As if on cue, you appear in the doorway, wearing a pair of Eddie's boxers and tossing him a pack of basil-scented incense, which he catches without so much as a flinch.
"Put it out, please," you request. "I'm starting to get jitters."
"Yes, dear. Our apologies."
He flashes you a giddy, awestruck smile as he reaches for the ashtray. He then blows you an exaggerated kiss, to which you just roll your eyes and grin.
Eddie gives the best hugs. like the warmest, sweetest, most enveloping hugs ever. Not once have you seen him hesitate when you ask for one, and part of you thinks he knows what you want before you even do.
His arms are already open before you can even finish your sentence, and he's cooing at you like "Duh, Of course, Sweetheart, C'mere, I got you." Squishes you to him tight enough to take your breath away, but not enough to hurt or anything. Loosens up after a long moment and just holds, rests his chin on your shoulder or buries his face into your shirt and you can feel him let out a low hum bc he's just that happy to feel you close.
It's inevitable that his hair gets in your face/mouth and he will apologize in his own goofy way, but you always say you don't mind (bc it's very soft and smells like him in a way that's beyond comforting.) Sweet boy cradles your head with one hand and rubs soothing circles up and down your spine with the other. He always makes you feel special, like he thinks you're the most precious thing he's ever held.
Loves when you wrap your arms around his waist, sneaking beneath his vest and jacket to clutch at the back of his t-shirt in your desperation to be on him. Is not so subtly inhaling the scent of your conditioner/cologne, and always makes a comment about how fuckin' good you smell. Can help but laugh when you jokingly gasp and call him a creep, and it vibrates through him until you can feel it in your chest. Gets goosebumps from the feeling of your breath against his skin, but would never admit to it even in the court of law.
Also, will literally stay there with you for as long as you want and will not complain about it, but will eventually start swaying you side to side with him bc he's never been good at staying still for too long. Occasionally, it turns into an impromptu slow-dance session that leaves you feeling all gooey and giddy and makes your face hurt from smiling so hard. You end up pulling away from him in a fit of giggles, especially when he mutters something about "leaving room for good ol' jesus" into your ear or blows a raspberry into the sensitive skin of your neck.
He's always blushing when you come apart-- always smiling and looking at you with those huge, puppy-dog eyes like he's the luckiest dude on the planet for being able to do something as simple as hug you or make you laugh. And, if you asked? He'd tell you that's exactly how he feels, before smacking the grossest, wettest kiss to your forehead and quickly changing the subject like he didn't just make you fall in love with him all over again in the most devastating way possible.
Summary: you visit Eddie at work because you’re just too impatient for him to get home…
Warnings: smut, semi-public sexual acts, dom!Eddie, bit of degradation kink, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), masturbation (f), penetrative sex (m+f), minors DNI
A/N: more of my speciality which apparently is just ✨pure porn✨ lmao! mechanic Eddie lives in my head rent free so I just had to write a lil something on it, I hope you guys like this! <3
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
You try to keep your face composed as you speed-walk through the garage. You could feel the heat in your cheeks, you just hoped it wasn’t too noticeable.
You’d been flustered and needy all day. You didn’t know what it was about today but you were just unbelievably horny. You’d tried getting yourself off at home but it just wasn’t working; it just left you more frustrated than you’d been to begin with. You couldn’t believe you were about to go pester your boyfriend, whilst he was at work no less, just because you were so desperate to get off.
You keep your eyes trained ahead, trying to avoid eye contact with any of the other mechanics in the shop. You just knew your composure would falter if any of them looked directly at you. You make your way to the back left-hand side of the garage, the area where Eddie was always stationed. It doesn’t take you long to spy your boyfriend and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning at the sight of him.
He was busy working under a car that had been raised into the air so he could get to it’s underside. His arms were up in the air, his bare muscles on display as he worked to twist something into place on the belly of the car. You smiled lightly when you saw his tongue poking out as he worked, it was something he always did when he was concentrating. His overalls were undone, tied loosely around his waist. He was wearing only a tight white tank shirt on his torso. In the back pocket of his overalls you could see his signature bandana hanging loosely. The front of his hair was lightly matted with sweat. And on top of it all, he was spattered and smudged with bits of grease and grime all over. You couldn’t explain why but it just made him all more enticing. You feel yourself clenching your thighs together as you take all of him in.
Fuck, he was so hot.
You clear your throat lightly to get his attention. As soon as he spies you his face lights up with a kind of quizzical delight.
“Hey baby,” he greets you as he manoeuvres out from under the car.
“Hey,” you sigh breathily.
Eddie comes over and presses a quick, gentle peck to your cheek.
“What are you doing here?” He asks gently. “Is everything okay?”
“No- I mean yeah, I-“ you stammer awkwardly, feeling your cheeks heat once again. “It’s nothing really,” you try to shrug casually, your eyes keeping trained on the floor.
“It’s obviously not nothing if you came all the way down here” Eddie speaks softly. “Come on baby,” he coaxes, “what is it?”
He dips his head to catch your gaze and you swear you feel your stomach flutter when his outrageously gorgeous eyes land on yours.
“It’s nothing, it’s not that important, it’s kinda ridiculous actually,” you mumble hastily, yours words stumbling over each other.
He tilts his head, not saying anything, coaxing you to speak further.
“Well, I was just... uh... bored,” you shrug again, your eyes averting from Eddie’s intense stare. “Just thought I’d come see you,” you chew your lip awkwardly.
Eddie smirks before taking another step forward, closing the gap between you. He catches your chin in his fingers and tilts your head, forcing you to look up at him. You can see by the look in his eye that he’s already guessed exactly why were you here.
“Is ‘bored’ perhaps code for ‘horny', hmm?” He asks smugly, his eyes darkening as he looks down at you.
You chew your lip as embarrassment courses through you.
“Come now princess, don’t be so shy” he coos. “Speak up” he taunts.
He leans his face in closer to yours, his warm breath fanning over your face, his eyes holding yours unwaveringly.
“Did you really come all the way to my work just because you were horny?” His voice is dripping with smugness.
“Yes,” you finally whisper after a moment.
Eddie’s smirk grows even wider.
“And you just couldn’t wait until I got home, hmm? You must be fucking desperate,” he whispers the last word so huskily, his voice going straight to your aching core.
He chuckles darkly before he lets go of your chin, his hand moving to grab yours as he starts to drag you towards the back of the garage. You look around quickly, praying no one else noticed the two of you sneaking off to the back office. As soon as you’re through the door Eddie locks it behind you before moving to close the blinds by the window that looked out to the workshop floor. Eddie leans against the the desk, his blackened fingers gripping onto the edge of the table. He cocks his head as his gaze rakes up and down your body.
“Well then sweetheart, on your knees” he chuckles darkly.
“W-what?” You stammer, flustered
“You heard me,” he looks at you unwaveringly. “It’s the least you can do seeing as you’ve interrupted my working day just because you’re a needy little slut. So, on your knees, sweetheart,” he hisses.
You gulp and nod lightly, slowly sinking to your knees in front of him. You run your hands up his thighs, feeling the hard muscles underneath. You quickly undo the sleeves of his overalls that he had tied round his waist. You unzip the reminder of the overalls and push them down just far enough that you could access his cock. You feel your pussy clench pathetically and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you when you see the growing tent in his boxers.
You quickly push his boxers down too, pulling free his semi-hard cock. You look up at Eddie as you spit in your hand before you start to stroke him gently, using your saliva as lube as you set a steady pace.
“Fuck,” Eddie sighs at the sight of you innocently looking up at him while you stroked his cock, coaxing him to grow fully hard.
Once he was fully hard you move to add your mouth to the mix, taking in just the head and sucking softly. Eddie grunts, his hand coming to cup the back of your head, guiding you further down his cock. He pushes you down until he hits the back of your throat, tears stinging your eyes.
“Fuck,” he sighs languidly. “That’s it baby, just like that,” he smiles lazily, his head falling back as he revels in the feeling of your mouth on him.
You put all your effort into pleasuring him, selfishly hoping that it would result in him returning the favour. That is why you’d come all the way here, after all.
But you just can’t help how needy you were. You could practically feel yourself dripping from how wet you were. Looking up at Eddie, the way he was panting lightly, soft groans falling from his lips, his face twisted in pleasure, his chest rising and falling, his stomach tensing and un-tensing, the pressure of his hand behind your head - it was all driving you absolutely insane. You moan around his cock as you finally decide fuck it.
You take your own hand and shove it between your legs. You silently thank yourself for deciding to wear a skirt today. You push your own panties to side and slip two fingers between your slit. You moan again when you feel just how wet your were, your fingers sliding through your folds with ease. Your body lurches, your hips rutting into your touch as you start to circle your clit fervently. The movement doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie.
“Shit baby, are you touching yourself?” He groans.
You bat your eyelashes at him, rising your eyebrows in a pathetic attempt to look almost sad and sorry. You give a tiny pathetic nod as you continue to suck Eddie like your life depended on it, your fingers moving on your clit in sync with your bobbing motion.
“Fuck,” Eddie groans, his fist tightening where it gripped your nape. “I knew you were desperate but fucking hell, you can’t even wait a few minutes whilst you blow me?” He laughs darkly, amused by how pathetic the idea was.
Your cheeks warm with embarrassment again but you cant help it, you were just unbelievably horny at this point. You just couldn’t stop your fingers as they rubbed fervently at your clit, your hips bucking against your own hand. You moan again as you finally start to feel some of the pressure be relieved, pleasure starting to radiate through your body. This was different than when you’d tried to get yourself off at home. Just having Eddie in the vicinity made all the difference. But having him in front of you, grunting and groaning, face contorted with pleasure, all because you were blowing him? It just made it all the better.
Until Eddie suddenly stops you.
“Okay, that’s enough sweetheart” he sighs, tapping your head and signalling for you to stop.
You pull your mouth off him with a pop, looking up at him with wide eyes, your eyelashes batting at him innocently. He strokes your face with his thumb gently, tugging on your bottom lip. You can taste the light tang of the grease that tainted his fingers.
“Such a good girl” he hums. “But I wanna finish inside you. I’m gonna send you back home with that pretty pussy stuffed full of my cum” he promises darkly with a smirk. “After all, that’s why you came here, wasn’t it? To get a good and proper fucking.”
You moan at the prospect, pathetically clamping your thighs together again.
“Up you get princess” he commands.
You obey quickly, removing your hand from your panties and standing up on shaky legs. Eddie grabs the hand that was just previously between your legs and brings it to his mouth. He takes your two fingers into his mouth, sucking off the taste of you. He hums in satisfaction around your fingers. You feel your pussy clench desperately again, a whimper flying from your lips.
“Mmm you taste so fuckin' good baby,” he hums as he removes your fingers from his mouth.
He smirks darkly as he moves his hands to your waist, pulling you against him. He latches his lips onto yours, delving in for a deep and hungry kiss. He opens your mouth with his, sliding his tongue against yours. You can taste the salt of sweat on his skin, the tang of grease again, and beneath it all, the familiar taste of him. You moan into the kiss, your body going practically limp as he devours you.
It’s then, when he feels your body go slack, that he takes advantage of the opportunity. He grabs your body, holding you tight as he stands up off the desk and turns around. He spins around quickly, keeping you in place. Once he’s manoeuvred behind you he pushes against your back, placing you face down on the desk, your ass up in the air as he positions himself behind you.
You whimper as he pushes you roughly into the desk. But your whimper is quick to turn into a moan when you feel his cock poke between your thighs, brushing against where you’d been aching for him for hours now.
“Mmm, I love when you wear skirts sweetheart, just makes it all the easier to fuck you,” he hums as he slides his hands up the back of your bare thighs. “Of course, that’s exactly what you intended though, wasn’t it?” he chuckles wickedly.
He lifts your skirt up and flips it over, leaving your ass perfectly on display for him. You hear the hum of satisfaction as he takes in the view. He kneads your ass for a moment, pulling your cheeks apart and massaging them, just toying with you as you grew even more unreasonably wet. You whine and push your ass back against him, silently begging him to just get on with it.
“Eddie, please,” you choke out a whisper cry.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna give you exactly what you came for,” he promises darkly.
And with that he’s quickly pulling your panties to the side, lining himself up with your dripping entrance, and pushing inside you.
“Oh shit, you’re fucking soaked,” he groans as he slides easily all the way in, his voice dripping with lust. “You really were desperate, huh?” He asks cockily as he starts to fuck into you harshly.
He wastes no time with being gentle, with letting you adjust. Not that you needed nor wanted that right now; letting him fuck you hard and fast was exactly what you wanted. His one hand stays on your ass whilst the other goes to the middle of your back, keeping you pushed down on top of the desk.
“Were you touching yourself at home before you came here?” He grunts between his brutal thrusts.
You nod pathetically, your lips forming a small pout.
“Your fingers just weren’t cutting it, huh?” You can practically feel the grin through his smug voice. “Needed to come all the way here just to get fucked by me hmm?”
You nod again.
“Yeah,” he laughs wickedly again. “Nothing feels as good as this cock, huh, baby? No one fucks you like I can, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He growls.
You nod, afraid to speak, knowing your voice would be a wavering mess.
“Use your words,” he bites harshly. “Tell me no one fucks you like I do. That only I can make you feel this good” he grunts, squeezing your ass cheek roughly in one of his hands.
“Y-yes Eddie” you manage to get out. “Only you can fuck me this good, only you,” you mewl, your voice shaky with the force of him fucking you into the desk.
“That it baby,” he sighs, his voice strained, both with effort and pleasure.
You whimper pathetically again, your face twisting into the hard surface of the desk as pleasure flares through your body. You felt so happily full, Eddie’s cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with each thrust.
“This feel good, baby? This what you wanted?” Eddie teases, giving your ass a squeeze again.
“Yes. So good Eds” you whine.
You hear him chuckle in satisfaction as he speeds up his pace even further, slamming into you. Your hips bang painfully into the edge of the desk but honestly you didn’t care.
“Rub your clit for me baby” he commands between his grunts. “I’d do it for you, but we can’t have you getting any kind of infection from all this car grease on my fingers huh?” He laughs soflty.
It baffled you how lighthearted, but also insanely caring, this boy could be even whilst he was balls deep inside you, fucking you over a desk at his workplace.
But you’re quick to obey his order, slipping a hand between your legs, letting two of your fingers find your clit once again. You start up your circling motion, a sinful moan flying from your lips as even more pleasure flares through your body. Your moans start flying freely now, a cacophony of pleasure leaving your lips. You can practically feel tears spring in your eyes as you finally feel your climax building, the release you’d been seeking all damn day.
“Oh fuck Eddie, yes,” you cry. “I’m close,” your voice is barely more than a strangled whisper. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you plead incoherently, your brain going fuzzy, emptying of all thoughts other than Eddie’s cock moving deep inside you and your fingers working furiously on your clit.
“I got you baby, I got you,” he reassures you quickly. “Come on babygirl, cum for me. Cum for me, you can do it,” he pants.
And within a few more rough snaps of his hips you finally feel the wave break, your climax washing over you.
“Oh, s-shit,” you mewl, your entire body convulsing.
Your fingers scrunch random papers on the desk beneath you, your fists balling tightly. Your mouth hangs open, your eyes screwed shut as pleasure takes over your entire body, from your curled toes to the goosebumps at the base of your neck. Your pussy clenches over Eddie repeatedly, squeezing him tightly. Because of this it’s not long ’til Eddie is following suit, his own climax crashing over him.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts through gritted teeth. “That’s it baby,” he groans as he spills inside you, his hips stilling, pushing deeply into you.
You slump against the desk, your legs weak and trembling, Your hand going limp where it was pinned under your body. Eddie fucks your slack body slowly for a short while, milking you both through your highs. He thrusts lazily into you a few more times, making sure his cum was fucked well and truly deep inside you. When he feels your body start to shiver beneath him he finally stops.
He rubs your back with his hand as he slowly pulls out of you, a small gasp leaving your lips at the feeling of being suddenly empty again. Eddie quickly pulls your panties back into place, giving your ass a light peck with his lips before pulling your skirt back into place. He gently helps lift you up off the desk, getting you upright and letting you lean against the desk for support. As he does so you can feel his cum move inside you, pooling into a sticky mess in your panties. It makes you squirm, your thighs clamping together again.
“You feeling a bit better now?” Eddie teases as he zips himself up and ties his overalls round his waist again.
Despite your completely fucked out state you manage to roll your eyes.
“Yes, thank you,” you reply sarcastically.
Eddie just chuckles in response.
It’s then that you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the window. Your face was smudged with grime from where Eddie had let his fingers stroke your skin. You look down at your body and gasp when you see similar smudges covering your torso, all over your shirt. Hell, there was probably marks on the back of your thighs and ass as well.
“Shit Eddie!!” You exclaim. “I can’t go back out there looking like this! I am covered in grime and your fucking fingerprints,” you huff, trying to wipe off the smudge marks that adorned both your skin and your clothes.
But Eddie just chuckles and smirks at you, clearly not phased in the slightest that everyone was gonna know exactly what you two had been up to in that back office. Eddie moves to stand in front of you, slotting himself between your legs. He wipes a grimy finger down your nose, giving it a little ‘boop ’ at the end, flashing you a quick wink as he does so.
“Well princess, that’s what you get for being so impatient.”
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A/N: asdfghjkl this was fun to write omg, mechanic Eddie really has a special kind of grip on my coochie honestly! um yeah I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did <33
Summary: Eddie tried to do his own laundry and shrunk his Hellfire shirt to a devilishly small size. You couldn't help yourself, you had to stare.
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18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, penetrative sex (p in v), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), grinding, dacryphilia, overstimulation
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When Eddie arrived at your table in the cafeteria looking like a mess, you didn't think anything of it. The boy was usually a mess, nothing strange about it. You finally glanced up and had a good look when Eddie clapped his hands together, gaining everybody's attention. You were met with the sight of his happy trail right on your eye level. You choked on seemingly nothing, hurridly looking at his face to see what he had to say.
"Today is the day, my friends. My uncle has been gone all week and will be for the rest of the weekend, soooooo... Who's coming over?" Eddie grinned. Nobody replied, and his face fell. "What? Nobody?"
Jeff mumbled something about you and him already making plans to stop by the day before, but the rest kept their mouth shut. You looked around the table, but everybody remained silent.
"What the hell are you wearing, dude?" Mike finally quipped when nobody spoke up. Eddie glanced down at his torso and quickly pulled down the Hellfire shirt, which looked like it was made for somebody roughly half his size.
"Dude, I told you. Wayne is out of town for the week. I tried washing it, but I think I fucked up. Didn't notice until I put it on. I couldn't be late again, so I'll have to make do." Eddie chuckled and took a seat next to Gareth.
You'd noticed Eddie, sure. He was handsome. Everybody and their grandma could see that. But never before today had you dared let your mind wander there. The thought had popped up a few times, but you'd religiously forced it away. He was one of your best friends, for fuck's sake.
The conversation continued, but your mind couldn't focus on anything besides the glimpse of skin you'd caught before Eddie sat down. Your mind was reeling with possibilities of what the rest of him could look like.
Why were you acting as if you'd never seen a guy without his shirt? Hadn't you gone swimming with the bunch of them just a few summers back? God, get your mind out of the gutter.
Eddie caught your distracted gaze and raised his eyebrows in question. "You good?" he mumbled. "Yeah!" Your voice was higher than you'd intended. You let out a quick cough to salvage it. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" You cringed at how flustered he'd been able to make you without trying or knowing.
"Never better." Eddie winked. The bell rang, emptying the cafeteria. Eddie grabbed his bag (or whatever was left of it since junior year) and raised from the bench. You averted your eyes, trying to prevent another damned look towards the shortened hemline.
You rushed to class, making sure Eddie and Jeff were following behind. You took your regular seat near the back and sat down with a loud sigh. Your deskmate was skipping once again.
The teacher started taking attendance but your attention was gone in an instant. You let your gaze fall back on Eddie. He was leaning forward, his head resting on his crossed arms, shirt riding up his back. He was sitting at the perfect watching angle; diagonally in front of you.
There were dimples in his lower back. You were discovering things about yourself today, because shit, you definitely liked that. A tattoo threatened to poke out from under his waistband, trailing from his hips to his waist. That too piqued your interest. It must've been a recent addition.
Whatever Jeff was whispering made Eddie snigger, which made his shoulders shake. He leaned back against the chair and stretched his arms above his head, yawning audibly. You were done for. The shirt raised to his waist, revealing the rest of the tattoo. Your legs crossed of their own admission when his hands rested behind his head lazily, pushing out his chest.
Your fixation was cut short when a set of fingers snapped right in front of your face. "Should Mr Munson get up here? Maybe then you'll concentrate. It's me you should be watching, not your silly little high-school crush. Pay attention." Your jaw dropped at the teacher's insinuation before turning to look at Eddie.
Eddie wore a confused smile, offering you a questioning expression. You shrugged, but your face reddened. You'd been caught and called out.
It wasn't even a crush. The teacher made it way bigger of a deal than it was. The minuscule Hellfire shirt just brought out Eddie's best features. Was it not ingrained in humans to observe?
You tried your best to pay attention to anyone, anything but Eddie for the rest of class. Emphasis on tried. You could see Eddie sneaking glimpses at you occasionally in your peripheral, but you refused to acknowledge his existence. Your eyes met Jeff's a couple of times, who was just as confused by the situation as Eddie.
Luckily you had no more classes with the object of today's desires for the rest of the day. You wanted to jam your fingers between the door of your locker, just to feel something besides desire for one of your friends.
When changing out of your gym uniform, an image of Eddie taking the shorts off you managed to creep inside your head. You shivered when you envisioned his ring-clad hands sliding down your thighs. You panicked when you realized you'd been staring into your locker with your shorts in hand a tad too long.
Why did the thought of Eddie's hands have the ability to make you freeze on the spot? Why did you keep pulling up the vision of his shirt riding up and revealing the trail of hair adorning his abdomen?
The mental questions continued as you packed up and strolled to the parking lot. You tossed your bags in the back of your car and buckled yourself in before taking a moment to breathe and rest your head between your hands on the steering wheel.
You shrieked as someone opened the passenger door. "Damn it, Jeff! You can't just get in my car! Fuck!" You smacked the steering wheel as you tried to soothe your racing heart.
"We agreed yesterday you'd drive me to Eddie's so we could jam!" Jeff yelled back in the same tone you'd given him. He dropped his guitar case on the back seat and buckled his seatbelt. You paused and remembered yesterday during lunch when you'd indeed promised Jeff a ride to Eddie's. You liked watching the band practice and create music, so it wasn't hard to agree on. You apologized quickly and noticed Eddie getting into his van across the lot.
"Don't worry about me! I'm worried about you. What happened between the two of you? He's not telling me anything." Jeff pressed as he motioned to Eddie. He elaborated when you were obviously confused. "You know, the whole thing in Geometry?"
You'd kind of hoped that the incident had been long forgotten, but evidently, it hadn't. "I was just spacing out in Eddie's general direction. You know how teachers like to exaggerate." You turned on the engine when you saw Eddie drive off, trailing behind him.
"You were definitely staring, to be fair. But hey! Eddie's a good-looking fellow. And he kind of has a thing for you, so I just assumed." Jeff shrugged. A thing? For you? Since when?
The rest of the drive to the trailer park was quiet. You let Jeff's comment simmer on a small stove in the back of your mind. Now was not the time to let it boil. You parked beside Eddie and let yourself in. A light drizzle formed, threatening to fall down from the sky.
"Hey! We're here!" Jeff shouted. You made yourself comfortable on the couch, knowing you were welcome to do so. You'd been in Eddie's trailer plenty of times. But somehow, this time felt different.
"I'll be right there!" Eddie shouted from his bedroom. You got up to go pour some drinks for yourself and the boys. "You want anything, Jeff?" He let you know he 'just wanted some water, thanks.'
"Eddie?" You called. "Yes, dear?" Sounded from right behind you as a hand found the small of your back. You whipped your face around, only for Eddie's to be mere inches from it. "Jesus..." You whispered as you put a hand over your heart. "Still just me, darling." Eddie winked as he reached for a bottle of lighter fluid in the cupboard above your head.
You closed your eyes and held your breath as his chest brushed against you. "Sorry." His strained voice came from above you as he tried to reach for the bottle. You turned around in an attempt to shimmy away, heart beating out of your chest. Big mistake. His shirt had ridden up to just above his waist which now filled the entirety of your vision. You were caged between the counter and Eddie. The choked cry that came out of you was too sudden to be repressed.
His arms shot down, eyes wide. "You okay? Did I step on your toe?" You shook your head no, with your lips pressed together, not daring to make another noise. Your expression was one of complete horror as you walked back to the couch and handed Jeff his water.
"You drink it. I think you need it more than me." You realized Jeff was probably in the most awkward situation of his life after admitting Eddie apparently had a 'thing' for you. He got up without a word and grabbed his unopened guitar case. You pulled his arm with a pleading look. Please don't go. He just wiggled his eyebrows and turned to Eddie. "Bro, I just remembered I promised my mom I'd pick up my sister. I'm so sorry. See you tomorrow at Hellfire!"
And with the thud of the door slamming close, you were alone with Eddie.
"Did that not sound like a shit excuse to you?" Eddie laughed when he finally retreated from the kitchen. You nodded and laughed sheepishly. You felt all your muscles tighten under his gaze.
"So, you have a silly high-school crush on me, hmm?" Eddie chuckled when he sat down next to you. You couldn't help but smile. Of course, he wouldn't beat around the bush. "Yeah, apparently I do." The sound of the rain increasing outside caught your attention. Hopefully, Jeff had come home in time.
You turned to look at Eddie as he leaned back on the couch. His stupid shirt rode up again, and your eyes betrayed you, begging for another look at his abdomen. They darted back to his, but a smirk had already formed on his face. You crossed your legs and tried to conceal the way your breath was quicking, but there was no use.
"I think I'm starting to like my new look. You?" He raised his hands to gesture to his torso. He spread his legs as he took a long drag of his cigarette. Your mouth gaped as you openly goggled. "Uh, yeah. Looks, uh, good. Looks good. Great. What the fuck." You stammered. You placed your hands over your eyes and let yourself sink into the couch. You gave up.
"Looks great, huh?" He blew a cloud of smoke up at the ceiling. "You fucking know it does, Eddie." You moaned, giving him a death glare. "I know, I know... How could I not? You've been fucking drooling all day. Quite the confidence booster, I must say." His cigarette-free hand found its way onto your thigh confidently.
"Jeff claims you have a 'thing' for me." Your fingers raised in a weak attempt at air quotes, but you found your brain preferred itself to function over all other bodily functions. Eddie choked a laugh as he'd just gone for another drag of his cigarette. "Jeff would be correct."
He took a drag and leaned closer, the hand on your thigh inching higher. "Been drooling over you a lot longer than today, sweetheart." His voice was hoarse, clouded with smoke that entered your nostrils as he spoke.
"Eddie..." You whispered, head leaning to the side. You weren't even sure what you were asking him to do. His lips made their way to your neck, leaving a trail of pecks until he reached the spot directly beneath your ear. "Give me the word." His breath made you shiver.
"Give me the word, and I'll fucking ruin you, baby."
Your mind flashed back to earlier today. You knew you'd been lying to yourself about your attraction to Eddie for some time, but did you really want to risk it? Was this not just you being touch-starved and desperate? Desperate for Eddie.
"Please." Your mind was made up. It was only a breath, but he'd heard you loud and clear like the thunder roaring outside.
Eddie didn't waste a second as he put out his cigarette hastily. He grabbed both your thighs and slid you onto your back effortlessly. His hands found your hips as you placed yours on his chest. "Last chance to back out, angel."
"I want you to wreck me, Eddie."
"Fuck, alright." He muttered under his breath before finally placing his lips on yours. He took all the air from your lungs with desperation. His hands made quick work of your clothes. Everything but your panties.
He was about to reach down and take off his shirt, but you stopped him. "Not yet. I wanna do it. Wanted to rip that ridiculous shirt off you all day." You confessed when you pulled him back down for more kisses. He laughed against your lips. "If I knew all it took was to rile you up was showing a little skin, I would've been labelled the town skank, not the freak. Maybe both, if we're being honest."
You giggled and took hold of the necklace dangling in front of your face. You flipped the plectrum over and noticed something you'd never noticed before; it was engraved. "It's my mom's initials." He mumbled against your neck. "But, no time to get sappy right now." He ground his hips against yours, and your mind blanked.
You felt Eddie groan against your throat, his hips unable to stop seeking friction. His hands made their way up your chest, testing the water. He glanced up at you to ask permission, and you nodded. "I need your words if we're gonna do this, baby." He kissed your lips and awaited your answer. "Touch me." He gave you a harsh gaze. "Please, Eddie."
"Good girl, so eager for me." He pinched your nipple. Your reaction was instant, whining for him to continue. You pressed your hips up, trying to return to the rhythm Eddie had set before. A wicked laugh escaped him as he tutted. "You're so fucking desperate. It's adorable, really."
You wanted to object, but you couldn't deny the obvious truth. You were so desperate for him, it was pathetic. Eddie did something to you you couldn't even begin to comprehend. Your chest was tight with anticipation, awaiting his next move.
When he didn't seem to be taking any action, you went to put your hands on his abdomen. You'd been fixated on it throughout the day, after all. Eddie gave your hands a disciplinary smack and grabbed your wrists, placing them against the armrest of the couch.
"If you want me to continue, these are gonna have to stay right there. We're doing this my way, sweetheart. They move, I stop." His teeth nibbled at your earlobe teasingly. You wanted nothing more than to roam your hands all over him. You didn't know which was worse, not being able to touch, or Eddie stopping whatever he wanted to do.
You felt his tongue lick from under your earlobe to your nipple, taking it between his teeth. Your hips stuttered, pushing against Eddie in the best way. His hand crept down to the hem of your panties, toying with it. You were no longer in control of the noises escaping you, whines blending in with the sound of thunder. "Please, Eddie." Your eyes were squeezed shut and your eyebrows furrowed, frustrated at his deathly slow phase.
The smile on his face was taunting, almost sinister. He didn't answer your plead. His mouth switched its attention from one nipple to the other. He was leaning on one hand while the other was touching you everywhere except where you wanted.
When his fingers finally breached the barrier of your underwear, you sighed from the deepest part of your chest. At this point, you were breathing Eddie. He was all you felt. All you wanted to feel. You wanted him to devour you whole.
"Been wanting to feel this pussy since fucking forever. You feel incredible, baby. Can't wait to bury my cock inside you. Gonna fuck you till you cry." Eddie was rambling thoughtlessly as his fingers stroked between your folds with the softest touch he could manage. He was torturing you, going as slow as his body would allow.
The now infamous Hellfire shirt caught your attention when Eddie's hands held the hem. You whimpered, your hands reaching forward to help him take it off. He stopped in his tracks, raising his eyebrows pointedly at your hands. You almost felt like crying and put your hands back against the armrest, frustration raging through your blood and straight to your nethers.
He finally seemed to be undertaking real action, gradually sliding your underwear down your legs. Your lungs searched for air when he pushed your legs open achingly slow, glancing up at you with an ominous smile.
He bent down and licked a strip from your knee to your inner thigh. "Keep those pretty legs spread for me, baby. No hands or I'll stop." If you'd known Eddie was gonna be such a tease, you might've reconsidered your actions. Patience might be a virtue, but it was definitely not one of your talents. His pace was tormenting you, and he was enjoying it to the fullest.
The moan that left your mouth when his mouth finally made contact with your clit was primal at best. Your hands shot forward to grab his hair, a reflex, but all movement stopped. "Please, Eddie. Please. Fuck."
He'd barely even touched you and he had you writhing, precisely how he wanted you; desperate and begging. Your voice was already so hoarse and fucked out. Eddie smirked to himself when he thought about how you'd sound when he was eventually finished with you.
Your hands were once against pushed above your head and Eddie went right back to it, circling your clit with his tongue. Your head snapped back against the couch. You had to focus to keep your hands where Eddie demanded, as you didn't know if you'd survive him stopping again, even for just a second.
You couldn't see what he was doing when you felt him shuffle, still mouthing at your cunt. You heard a clatter of light metal and quickly realized he'd taken off his rings. Your thighs instinctively pressed together when you finally felt his finger at your entrance.
"You're fucking soaking for me, aren't you, darling? Want it so bad." He murmured when his mouth made its way back up your torso. You gasped when he pushed two fingers inside with ease. "You act so innocent, but you're filthy, huh? So desperate for cock. God, look at you. So good for me. If it weren't for the thunder, the whole park would've heard you by now, baby. Begging me to make you cum." His fingers sped up and curled in the absolute best spot. The pitch of your whines got higher and higher with every push of his fingers.
"Cum for me." He whispered in your ear as he resorted to ravaging your clit. You couldn't breathe. Your legs trembled as you felt a familiar tightening in your gut. The entire room felt like it was spinning when you came on Eddie's fingers. His teeth latched onto your neck, sucking violently. How you were gonna explain the state of it in the morning was a worry for later.
Your chest heaved, but Eddie was no better off. He was panting, jeans now so tight they must be cutting off his circulation. It was only now you'd realized one of his hands had resorted to pinning yours above your head. He was spread out on top of you, breath laboured. He was as much of a mess as you were.
When your eyes finally met, your cheeks had the audacity to hog all the blood in your body. Were you getting flustered after this man had given you the best, most intense orgasm and was still positioned between your legs? The sheen in his eyes was one you didn't recognize. Greed. Hunger, maybe.
When he freed your wrists, he looked lost in thought. You experimentally put your hands out to see if he would do anything about it. He didn't. Your hands were franticly trying to grasp him. You finally got them on the hem of his top and tugged at it greedily. When your fingers grazed the exquisite hair on his stomach, both of you shuddered. Your mouth had almost watered at the sight earlier today, and you were finally getting what you wanted.
He raised his arms. You pulled the bane of your fucking existence off him and tossed it out of sight. You hooked your fingers into his waistband and pulled him in for a kiss, palming him through his jeans. "I need to- I need. I want you, now." Your mind was a jumbled mess as you tried to make clear what you wanted.
Eddie laughed cynically. "You're such a needy little slut." He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear endearingly. "Can't even talk anymore, can you?"
He allowed you to ignore his comments and reach for his belt. Your fingers struggled to unbuckle it, trembling in anticipation and shock after your orgasm. You couldn't help but lean down and lick the strip coming from his waistband. Eddie's eyes rolled back when he felt your mouth exploring. Your eyes fell upon the tattoo you'd spotted earlier in class. The perfect route to follow with your tongue.
You gazed up at Eddie while you licked gruellingly slow from his waist to his navel. His nostrils were flared, and his knuckles white. You pushed his jeans down and he stepped out of them, only leaving his boxers. You resorted to leaving innocent pecks, following yet another perfect road down to his pelvis.
You held his balls through his underwear, nosing at his length through the fabric teasingly. His fingers wove themselves in your hair, perhaps holding on a tad too tight. Your mouth ghosted over the head. A groan finally left his mouth when he could feel your hot breath through the fabric. You'd been internally begging to hear him. How he'd had the self-control to remain quiet until now had your mind reeling.
His grip on your hair tightened, and you received the message loud and clear. "What happened to patience, hmm?" You mumbled against his clothed cock with an inebriated laugh. You fondled a bit more, but suddenly, he yanked. A shriek left you as you gasped and looked up at him with a slacked jaw. You let out a pathetic whine.
"Don't be a brat. You'd do well to remember who's in control here, sweetheart." You'd never seen Eddie this serious, face void of any legible emotion. A knot brewed in your stomach. It almost scared you, almost, but it turned you on to an extent you weren't willing to divulge.
You'd caught glimpses of this side of Eddie. You'd assumed it was part of his act as Dungeon Master, ruthlessly slaughtering his friends. But it was becoming obvious it wasn't an act. It was a part of Eddie that was sadistic. A part that enjoyed the control he had over the game and his friends' emotions.
Your face was back to being practically buried in his underwear. Your cheeks flushed when you noticed Eddie's proud stare... You were fucking drooling, literally. You moved to remove the last piece of clothing, but it looked like he had other plans. You were on your feet and inside Eddie's room in a flash.
Eddie pulled his boxers down after harshly pushing you onto his mattress. There was no time to process his actions when he pushed you backwards, covering your body with his own. You saw his hand shake as he reached for his bedside table. Condom? "I'm clean." You breathed. "I know, baby," was all he replied.
It wasn't a condom he'd reached for. Handcuffs. Of course, Eddie kept handcuffs in his bedroom. You heard them rattle with the shaking of his hands. Was he nervous? Or was he just as desperate to get inside you as you were? He took your hand and cuffed only one hand to the headboard. "You're gonna smack that pretty pussy of yours while I fuck you." He quipped with a wink when he caught your bewilderment.
He pinned your hips to the bed when you wouldn't stop squirming. He took a deep breath before lining himself up with your entrance, grunting when he eased his way in. He offered a few testing thrusts before setting a comfortable pace, deep and swift. "What are you waiting for, slut. Slap your cunt for me."
Your actions were hesitant, but Eddie took your free hand in his own and brought it down on your clit with full force. You cried out at the contact and tried to grab ahold of something to steady yourself, but Eddie held your wrist and used it as leverage to push himself deeper, faster. You felt your chest bounce ludicrously. Eddie revelled in the sight. He leaned close and placed a kiss between them before looking you dead in the eyes.
"Smack or I stop, brat. And something tells me you wouldn't want me to stop." Another slap from Eddie's hand was delivered to the sensitive bud. You tried to match the rhythm but couldn't control the movements your body made to get you to stop. The smacks were weak, nothing like the ones Eddie delivered, but he seemed content when frustrated tears formed in your eyes.
"You're gonna cry already? That's cute." Eddie grunted. The smacks you gave yourself relented, but he seemed satisfied you'd become a teary-eyed, mumbly, whiny mess. He let you recover, thrusting agonizingly slow.
Just when your breathing slowed and your eyes glossed over, he combined a brutal movement of his dick with ruthless fingers against your clit. "Cum on my cock. I know you can do it." He delivered a blow with his free hand to your thigh.
Tears rolled down your face as you screamed his name. You saw white as he continued pounding and stroking. You tried to pull yourself up with the hand tied to the headboard. "S' too much," you cried, tears wetting Eddie's pillow.
"You can take it, baby. C'mon, one more, for me?" He cooed at your whines. You could see he was close. "You look so good when you cry for me. Gonna make me cum, baby. Wanna fill you up so bad." He was rambling, closing in on his release. He bent forward and took your nipple between his teeth, pinching the other with his free hand. The strokes on your clit made you twitch, but your third orgasm was nearing.
Your body convulsed, tightening around Eddie, whose hips stuttered and came to a halt as he filled you with his cum. You felt like jelly, uncertain how you'd ever find the ability to walk again. A lasting tingle resonated from your fingertips to your toes.
Eddie eventually pulled out when his laboured breathing had settled. He took a smug look at his cum leaking out of you before plopping down next to you and pulling you into him.
You lay in comfortable silence for a minute before Eddie broke it. "So... how're we doing with the silly high-school crush?"
"You're fucking unbelievable, Munson."
"I sure do hope the fucking was unbelievable, seeing you came thrice." A pillow made contact with his face, your free hand being the culprit. "Can you uncuff me, you vain bastard?" He chuckled and nodded, turning to his bedside table to rummage for the key. He expertly unlocked the handcuffs in a swift movement.
You rubbed your sore wrist and scanned the floor for something to clean yourself with. Your eyes fell on the tiny Hellfire shirt.
"Remind your uncle to never let you do laundry again." You grumbled as you picked it up and wiped yourself down to the best of your ability.
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