rafe who didnt even want a step sibling until he saw you and knew he needed you bad, he didn't care if his dad and your mom were dating that didn't stip him from sneaking in your room every night to jerk off to your sleeping figure, you were just such a cute sleeper how could you blame him
sneaking pictures of you all the time, you and him had a shared bathroom which means it was only a matter of time before he installed a hidden camera in there and jerked off to you showering, saving the pictures and fap material for later
he acted like he was just the regular to cool for you bro when you guys were around other people but when you and him were just alone he was always trying to make his move on you, riding his hand up and down your thigh but you were to oblivious to get the hint
so what better way to get you to unwind than some weed that was way to strong for you and had the room spinning for you in minutes, you were spilling a bunch of secrets that he didnt give much of a fuck about until you admitted you had never had sex
he was so excited to hear that, knowing you were all pure for him, never had a guy take your virginity, never had him kissing you up and down you neck while pumping in and out of you so he piped up "why dont i teach you" he scoots closer to you "we cant we're step siblings" you retort "so what im just trying to help my step brother out" he shrugs getting closer and closer until uis face was inches away from yours
and in your high state you agreed and in no time rafe was sliding his cock into you, reveling in how he made you moan his name, your hands clasping onto his back, he wanted to pound you into oblivion but that would ruin his chances of ever doing this again so he took his time until you got comfortable and let him go faster
you were so tight it had him wanting to cum right away but he held back to make you feel so good, taking a puff of his blunt before grabbing your cheeks to blow it into your mouth, watching you become more shy as he fucked you more, he loved the sight of you below him, sprawled out in his bed taking his cock, smoking his weed, he was gonna make sure you dont forget this either
"shit im gonna cum" he groans rocking his hips harder into you "you want me to cum in you" he smirks down at you shaking your head no "c'mon it'll feel so good i promise" he turns your face to look at him and after a little convincing you bod your head yes "fuck take it baby" he grunts spurting his load into you, your legs shaking as he does until you both come down from your high
"how was that for your first time" he grins at your fucked out expression "more" you begged tightening around him "whatever you say" he koves his hips back and forth, he couldn't wait to get you obsessed with him until all you begged for was his cock
fwb!perv!virgin!eddie munson x unpopular!virgin!fem!reader
You’ve been not-so-secretly in love with Hawkins’ resident heartthrob for years. Problem is, he doesn’t know you exist. Your best friend Eddie, though? He thinks about you all the time. In fact, you could almost say he’s a little obsessed.
wc: ~8k
warnings: 18+ MDNI, Eddie and Reader are both in their 20s, mixed POV, slight angst, poor self-image, unrequited feelings, jealousy, yearning, weed & alcohol use, swearing, voyeurism, smut, m!masturbation, brief fantasies that incl: blow job, spanking, face-sitting and piv sex, eventual FWB. This starts out as more experienced!eddie x virgin!reader and then becomes virgin!eddie x more experienced!reader…it’ll make sense eventually ;)
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“Do you think I’m pretty?”
You held the chunky brown sweater up against yourself in front of the full-length mirror, furrowing your brow at the shapeless hunk of wool.
You looked over at where your best friend was sitting, slouched back against the pillows on your bed, flipping through an old music magazine that had suddenly become the sole focus of his attention.
“Uh…what’s that?” Eddie stalled, trying to buy himself some time as he reluctantly lifted his glassy eyes from the page.
The two of you had just finished sharing a joint, and he was still much too high to wrap his brain around such a perilous question.
You spun around to face him, still clutching the unflattering sweater to your chest. “Come on, be honest. Would you think I was cute if you didn’t know me?”
In all of the years the two of you had been friends, you’d never asked him anything like that before, and he froze as a faint paranoia started to rear its ugly head.
He thought you were pretty — of course he did, but that wasn't something he'd ever planned to say out loud. At the same time, he couldn’t exactly tell you no.
As he considered his tenuous fate, he could see you staring at him, waiting. You started to tap your foot and he wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it seemed long. Too long.
With no chance of escape in sight, he decided on pleasantly non-committal. “Um, you’re alright, I guess…what’s this about?”
“Gee, thanks.” You huffed a sigh at his lackluster response, even though you weren’t sure what you had expected. Most of the time you were convinced Eddie didn’t realize you were a girl, let alone think you were attractive.
“Hey, c’mon, I’m sorry. Of course, I think you’re cute,” he quickly rushed to soothe you, all earlier caution thrown aside when he saw the hurt look on your face.
He reached out to try and grab your hand as you walked past him towards your closet, but you shook yourself free.
“No, it’s ok. I asked you to be honest.”
With a sigh you tossed the sweater onto the pile of rejected outfits on your closet floor. You’d spent a better part of the evening combing your wardrobe for something that could pass as stylish or chic, and it was becoming clear that your collection of lumpy knitwear just wasn’t going to cut it.
“I think you’re pretty, ok? Gorgeous. You just caught me by surprise.”
“Uh huh.” You proceeded to ignore him while you rifled through the tangled mess of hangers in your closet.
After a few minutes when the sting had subsided, you turned to look at him over your shoulder and saw that he’d gone back to browsing the music magazine.
“Sorry, it’s just…whenever I try to dress up and look hot, I never get it right. Sometimes I just wish I could get someone to notice me, you know?”
Eddie looked up at you with a grimace, biting back the words on the tip of his tongue. He knew exactly who that certain someone was.
The same someone you’d been infatuated with ever since you’d moved to Hawkins in the eleventh grade. The same someone who still consumed your every thought.
Dylan Daniels — the former reigning heartthrob of Hawkins High, whose tight butt filled out his acid wash jeans so well you could’ve sworn he painted them on each morning.
Dylan was popular, impossibly cool and blessed with the non-threatening type of good looks that made girls swoon and drop their panties at his feet.
Ever since you’d first laid eyes on him across the crowded cafeteria, your heart had burned for him with unwavering devotion. From that moment on you’d been convinced that the two of you were meant to be together; he was the perfect guy — aside from the fact that he didn’t know you existed.
Every day at school you had been forced to watch him strut the halls of Hawkins High, arm draped around his perfectly perky cheerleader of the month. Back then you’d wished so badly that it could you instead, but he never looked your way.
And years later nothing much had changed.
After graduating you’d taken a full time job at Threads, a new store in Starcourt Mall that sold trendy clothing aimed at young adults and teens. Dylan had also stayed in Hawkins to work as a salesman for his father’s insurance company, and you would see him around town from time to time.
Whenever he came into the mall with his new flavor of the month, you’d watch them from afar, still hoping deep down that one day he might be yours.
“I mean, I get why he doesn’t want me.” You scrunched your nose at your reflection. “All the girls Dylan goes out with are so perfect—”
“I think you’re perfect,” Eddie interrupted, and you brushed off his words with a dismissive wave of your hand.
You looked down at your baggy sweatpants and worn out Garfield t-shirt with a frown. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s time for a change.”
“If he doesn’t like you the way you are, it’s his loss,” Eddie muttered, and you nodded as if you agreed, but deep down you weren’t so sure.
Your friend was a bit biased, after all.
He hadn’t exactly made it a secret that he didn’t care for Dylan or his friends, branding them sleazy kings of conformity who only cared about social status and parties.
“I don’t know why you’re still so hung up on that guy, anyway. He’s a jerk,” Eddie grumbled as he aggressively flipped a page of the magazine. “Trust me, you’re way better off alone.”
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Better off alone?
That was easy for him to say — he had someone.
Ever since you’d met Eddie back in high school, his love life had always been something of a mystery. You’d heard rumors that he’d hooked up with a few girls here and there, but he never talked about them.
If you ever tried to bring up the topic of sex or dating in conversation, he’d quickly change the subject or start speaking in riddles you would’ve needed a cryptologist to decipher.
He had a cool job at the music store and played in a heavy metal band, so you assumed he probably did pretty well with the single ladies of Hawkins. You had eyes after all, and even you could see that he was cute. Handsome, even.
He just seemed a little jaded in matters of the heart.
Sometimes when you’d lament about your lack of a relationship, Eddie would respond that love was just a scam — a corporate-funded illusion to get people to spend their hard earned money on flowers and heart-shaped boxes of candy. If he got himself really riled up, he’d add that it was only for the weak and the gullible, while assuring you that he was neither of those things.
That’s why it had been such a shock when he’d shown up with Stacy.
Bristling with hostile negative energy from the top of her teased bangs to the tips of her toes, Eddie’s new girlfriend was the absolute worst.
You weren’t exactly sure what it was about her that drove you up the wall, but it could have been a few different things. Like how she’d grip onto Eddie’s jacket so tight that her nails were practically entrenched in the leather, or the way she’d leave lipstick marks on his cheeks like a little claim.
It could have been the way she’d twirl his hair around her perfectly manicured finger while snapping her gum and shooting you daggers when she knew he wasn’t looking — you were pretty sure she hated you even though you’d done nothing wrong.
Whenever you would meet up with them together, you’d have to watch them make kissy faces at each other until you wanted to gouge out your eyes.
It was rude, and the whole time you watched Stacy play with Eddie’s curls, you’d wonder why he wanted to be with someone awful like her. It didn’t seem fair. Why did Stacy get to be with the guy she wanted?
Seeing them together only strengthened your resolve to find someone of your own.
You were tired of being the one who was always shoved aside. You deserved more out of life than being relegated to an unwanted third wheel.
If things kept going the way they were, you were convinced you were going to die Hawkins’ sole remaining virgin — even Eddie was getting laid for goodness’ sake.
You wanted to have sex. You wanted to be touched. You wanted to be adored like the heroines in your favorite books and movies. You wanted a Lloyd Dobler of your very own to stand outside your window and serenade you with love songs.
Love had never happened for you, but maybe you weren’t trying hard enough. Maybe you needed to step up and finally take the bull by the horns — Dylan wasn’t going to just fall into your lap.
Over the years you’d let yourself become complacent because you’d always had Eddie to depend on, but now that Stacy was in the picture that obviously needed to change.
You glanced at your friend in the mirror’s reflection and narrowed your eyes in determination, resolved to finally take matters into your own hands.
You became a woman on a mission.
Moving to Hawkins during high school had been a challenging experience, and you’d had a hard time meeting people in the small town. It hadn’t helped that you were a bit awkward and had mostly kept to yourself, something that didn’t win you many friends.
You’d spent most of your time alone, eating your lunches in the library until one day you met Eddie in the fantasy section and he took you under his wing.
When he’d introduced you to the ragtag group of students he referred to as his little lost sheep, you had looked around at their welcoming faces and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
After that day you were never alone again.
Hanging out with mostly guys had been great in a lot of ways, but had also left you lacking in the girl talk department.
As such, you’d never spent much time worrying about things like makeup or clothes, and you hadn’t had anyone besides Eddie to talk to about your crushes — something he’d never seemed very keen to discuss.
You decided the first step in your transformation into a sexy, sophisticated woman was going to be a much needed upgrade to your outdated wardrobe.
With your employee discount at Threads, it seemed like the perfect place to start, so you worked up the nerve to ask your new co-worker Mandy for help.
Mandy was younger, just fresh out of high school, and super-enthused at the prospect of assisting with your little makeover. She took the responsibility very seriously and spent quite a long time debating which outfits you should try.
The clothing at Threads was much more racy and daring than anything you’d ever worn, so you were a bit nervous as you watched her rifle through the racks, her arms soon loaded down with a rapidly growing pile.
Once she was satisfied with her choices, she shooed you into a dressing room and then eagerly waited outside.
When you surveyed the items she’d left hanging on the dressing room door, you took a deep, calming breath and reminded yourself that you need to step out of your comfort zone. If you wanted to end up one of the lucky girls on Dylan Daniels’ arm, you were going to need to start looking the part.
You figured you’d start out tame, choosing a short denim skirt and cropped off-the-shoulder top. When you walked out and saw your reflection in the store's large full-length mirror you were instantly mortified by the snug fit and excess of revealed skin.
To the contrary, Mandy appeared thrilled with the results.
“Oh my god, you’re such a hottie!” she squealed and clapped her hands in delight as you rotated in front of the mirror, studying your reflection from every possible angle.
“You think so?” You bit your lip in uncertainty, wondering if she was just trying to be nice.
“Oh, definitely!” Her face was beaming as she urged you back toward the dressing room. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that under all those ugly sweaters. Now go try on the rest!”
Once your initial nervousness wore off, aided by Mandy’s lively encouragement, you actually started to loosen up and let yourself have fun. As Whitney Houston’s powerful voice belted from the store’s overhead speakers, you smiled at your reflection as you twirled in front of the mirror.
Mandy was right, you didn’t look half bad.
After settling on a few outfits, you stopped into Lovelace Lingerie on your lunch break and bought yourself a couple of sexy matching bra and panty sets — one could never be too prepared.
Next you decided to tackle makeup, so you made a trip to the department store in the mall and got a demonstration from the nice lady who worked at the cosmetics counter.
As you watched her expertly brush on eye shadow that complimented your complexion for the very first time, you couldn’t help but think you looked amazing.
You ended up blowing a small fortune on lotions and fancy skin care products, then spent hours experimenting with which ones smelled the best and left your skin feeling velvety smooth.
Even though your finances were a bit tight, you justified the indulgence as an investment in your future. Besides, you couldn't put a price tag on true love.
Once you had achieved the look you wanted, that just left sex and dating advice, so you went to Melvald's and bought every women’s magazine you could get your hands on.
You hadn’t been on many dates, other than the night of your senior prom and a quick fling you had with a guy you met the summer after graduation. He’d been polite and very sweet, but for you there hadn’t been any spark, and your clumsy attempts to get each other off had only left you unsatisfied and frustrated.
With Dylan, you weren't going to leave anything to chance.
You spent hours pouring over the magazines as if they were great tomes of ancient wisdom, devouring articles like “How to Have the Best Sex of Your Life” and “10 Ways to Drive Your Man Wild With Desire”.
Surprisingly, some of the articles were pretty detailed when it came to sex advice, and your eyes grew wide as you studied their step-by-step instructions.
You bookmarked the pages that seemed to have the best tips, from kissing techniques all the way to tantric orgasms — something you tucked away for later, more advanced reference.
Your head was swimming from all of the dating advice, most of which contradicted itself. Stroke his ego. Make him feel like he’s important. At the same time all of the articles stressed that you needed to exude confidence. That men were most attracted to women who were strong and knew what they wanted.
So you had to make it all about him, but be confident about it? Sure.
You practiced strutting your stuff in front of the mirror, holding your head up high and pushing back your shoulders. Like a mantra, you repeated the same affirmations over and over to yourself. You were gorgeous. You were confident. You were going to knock Dylan’s socks off the next time he saw you. The men of Hawkins weren’t going to know what hit them.
As your confidence grew and you started to feel more comfortable in your own skin, it didn’t take long before other people took notice. All of a sudden, guys who had never looked your way were paying you loads of attention.
You practiced your new flirting techniques during your breaks in the food court with the guys who worked behind the fast food counters, and you even managed to get yourself asked out on a couple coffee dates.
Those men ended up being boring, which was totally fine with you because in your mind they were all just practice — a test run for when you finally got the guy you really wanted.
Whenever Dylan ended up accompanying one of his dates into Threads, you swallowed down your envy when you saw him sneak into their dressing rooms to watch them try on clothes.
Every time he spoke to you in passing, you’d follow the tips from the magazines, making sure to flutter your eyelashes and laugh at all his jokes. Confidently.
Then one glorious day all of your patience and hard work finally paid off because it actually happened — Dylan came into the store alone.
After pretending to browse the racks for a few minutes, he finally approached you at the counter and after a little back and forth, asked you out to a movie that Friday night.
You were so overwhelmed with excitement that you could barely catch your breath, but somehow you managed to accept and wrote your phone number on a business card with a shaky hand.
The rest of the day it felt like you were walking on clouds and living in a dream. You were dying to tell Eddie your good news, but he hadn’t dropped by or called you in days.
You supposed that if you’d told him about your upcoming date with Dylan, it would have just caused him to launch into one of his fiery rants about the rich and popular people of Hawkins, but still, you missed him.
Without Eddie around, things just weren’t the same.
That Friday night, just as you finished getting dressed in the new outfit you’d bought for your date, you were surprised to hear a soft but persistent tapping on your bedroom window.
You still lived in your parent’s basement to save on money, which wasn’t all that bad because it had been converted into a nanny-suite by the home’s previous owners and was just like having your own little apartment.
Ever since high school, Eddie would show up most nights and knock on your bedroom window, then he’d either crawl inside or you’d run around to the back door to let him in — something that happened less and less once Stacy was in the picture.
When you looked up and saw Eddie’s familiar silhouette through the glass, you were surprised. You hadn’t heard a word from him all week.
You gestured for him to come in and he crawled inside, lowering himself onto the chair you kept under the window for that purpose.
Ignoring him, you finished pulling up your thigh-high stockings then twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the way your short plaid skirt lifted just enough to reveal a tease of your new underwear.
“Where’re you going dressed like that?” Eddie asked, his voice thick with disapproval. You got a little rush of satisfaction from the stunned look on his face.
“For your information, I’m going out with Dylan tonight. He finally asked me out.” You pouted at your reflection in the mirror as you reapplied a touch of lip gloss.
Eddie frowned as he looked you up and down, dark clouds brewing behind his eyes. He didn’t like your new outfit at all, especially the way it hugged your curves and showed off your hips and thighs. Since when had you started wearing such revealing clothing…and was that makeup?
“Seriously? That guy’s such a dick,” he scoffed, walking over to your mini-fridge and helping himself to a can of beer.
He cracked it open then sat down on your bed, taking a sip as he looked at you over the top of the can. “You really think you can keep up with a guy like that?”
You whirled around to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
You could feel your face getting hot as irritation tightened your chest. Eddie could have at least pretended to be happy for you. It wasn’t like you’d ever been rude enough to tell him what you really thought of Stacy.
“He’s been around the block a few times. Just be careful, that’s all.” Eddie stopped himself before he said the rest of what he was thinking.
He knew you had an idealized version of Dylan built up in your head and believed he could do no wrong, but Eddie could tell the guy was nothing but a player.
He would see Dylan around town from time to time, always with a different girl on his arm, and Eddie didn’t want you to get hurt.
You weren’t oblivious to the fact that Dylan had a few notches in his belt, and even though it made you a little nervous, you weren’t going to let that detail ruin your date.
You had lusted after him for years and now that you finally had him in your grasp, you weren’t going to waste the golden opportunity. You had big plans.
You had decided that you were going to go all the way with Dylan after your date. Soon all those times you’d fantasized about him while touching yourself under the sheets would finally become a reality.
“I’ll be fine,” you sniffed, then pointed at Eddie’s beer. “He’ll be here soon, so you need to finish that and leave.”
Usually you wouldn’t have been so curt, but you couldn’t help but be irritated by Eddie’s presence. He’d been ditching you for Stacy all week and the night you finally had plans with Dylan, he decided to show up and try to make you nervous?
You figured Stacy must have been busy and you were Eddie’s second choice once again, a thought that made you even more annoyed.
“Where’s Stacy tonight?” you asked, voice light despite your irritation. She could have been lost in outer space for all you cared.
“I dunno.” He shrugged, and you raised a curious eyebrow at the vague response.
“You don’t know where your girlfriend is on Friday night?”
“Nah, she broke up with me a couple days ago,” he delivered the news so nonchalantly that it took you a moment to register what he’d said.
“She what?” You spun around, your mouth hanging open in surprise. “And you’re just mentioning this to me now?”
You were shocked. Stacy had been all over Eddie when you’d met up with them the week before. And he was acting so strangely casual, it almost sounded like he didn’t care.
You eyed him suspiciously. “What did you do?”
He shrugged again and took a long sip of his beer. “It’s really not worth mentioning.”
You placed a hand on your hip in an attempt to give him your sternest frown, but to him it just looked like an adorable crinkle of your nose.
“Tell me what you did, Eddie.”
He shook his head. “Nah, it’s stupid. Can we talk about something else?”
“What’s stupid?” You narrowed your eyes, not letting him change the subject. Eddie might've hated talking about his love life, but you desperately wanted to know what happened and you weren’t going down without a fight.
He rolled his eyes and lowered his gaze to look down at the floor. “Fine. But then you have to promise you’ll drop it.”
You nodded, and he took a deep breath before clearing his throat. “I might’ve said the wrong name…one time,” he rushed to add, as if that somehow made it any better.
Your eyes grew wide. “The wrong name? Do you mean, like…in bed?”
When he gave a sheepish nod of his head, you almost let out a scream.
“Oh my god, Eddie! Whose name did you say?” You plopped down next to him on the bed, knocking his leather-clad arm in disbelief at the unexpected juicy gossip.
“Ouch.” He chuckled softly as he rubbed his arm, then looked back down at his beer. You could see his cheeks were starting to get a little pink. “It’s not important. Just forget it, ok?”
But he was crazy if he thought you were going to let it go.
“Was it Cindy?” You tapped your glossy bottom lip with your finger as you wracked your brain, trying to picture the girls you always saw flirting with him at the Hideout.
“Oh wait, I bet it was Samantha!”
He let out an exasperated sigh. “C’mon, you promised you’d let it go. Doesn’t matter, anyway. It’s over and she’s fucking pissed.”
You nodded, biting back a smile. Stacy had every right to be upset, but you couldn’t find it in you to pretend to care. She had been horrible and you were glad she was finally out of the picture.
As promised, you dropped the subject and went back to primping in the mirror while Eddie finished the rest of his beer in silence. Then he said his goodbyes and crawled back out your window so you could finish getting ready.
But the whole time you waited for Dylan, you couldn’t get Eddie’s confession off your mind. It was like it was impossible for you to focus on anything else.
Even though you were relieved that he and Stacy were finished, the thought of his mystery crush still nagged at you. He must have really liked them to make that kind of mistake.
At least you knew one thing for sure — if you were ever lucky enough to be in that position with Dylan, you’d never be thinking about anyone else.
Eddie knew it was wrong.
He wasn’t under any false impression that what he’d done was forgivable. He knew there would be no hollow redemption waiting for him at the end of the line.
He was ashamed of his behavior — acting like some kind of perverted creep. But in his defense, it hadn’t been entirely his fault.
It had all started a few months earlier on a crisp autumn evening in October; the time of year when the air in Hawkins is filled with the comforting scent of warm, earthy decay.
You and Eddie had plans that night to have a horror movie marathon at your place, a spooky tradition that he looked forward to every year. Cuddling with you on your bed and watching scary movies while smoking copious amounts of weed? In Eddie’s opinion, life didn’t get much better than that.
But before he could meet up with you that night, he had a band practice that he couldn’t miss. Corroded Coffin was playing in an upcoming Halloween show at the Hideout and the guys had some kinks they needed to work out in their set.
Eddie had promised he’d head over to your place as soon as practice was over, and assured you that he wouldn’t be too late.
He hadn’t anticipated that Gareth would end up with food poisoning and cancel practice at the very last minute. How could he ever have predicted something unexpected like that? It wasn’t like he’d asked his friend to eat those stale week-old leftovers.
With nothing left to do, Eddie had decided to pick up the movies and head over to your place early. You had the night off work so he figured you would probably be home and happy with the surprise.
When he arrived at your house, he parked his van along the quiet tree-lined street like usual, then walked down the short gravel driveway until he reached your secluded back yard.
It was the same thing he’d been doing almost every night since you started hanging out back in high school. It wasn’t his fault on that particular evening you’d forgotten to close your blinds.
As he approached your glowing window, dry leaves crunched beneath his feet while he juggled the movies and snacks so he could free up a hand to tap on the glass.
Before he could knock, he stepped back suddenly, startled by the sight of you entering your room wearing nothing but a fluffy towel that you had clutched around your chest.
Beads of water still glistened on your skin as you walked over to your desk to turn on your stereo. Soon after, he heard the faint synthetic beat of some shitty pop song start to drift through the glass, but your questionable taste in music wasn’t what held his attention.
You walked over to your mirror and leaned in close, furrowing your brow at some invisible blemish.
No, no angel, he’d thought as he watched you frown at your reflection. You’ve got nothing to be unhappy about.
In that moment, he knew he should walk away but it was like he couldn’t move; trapped like a deer in the headlights, he was frozen in place.
All noble thoughts of giving you privacy soon vacated his brain when he saw you straighten up, quickly dry yourself off then let the towel drop to the floor.
Eddie was no blushing prude and had seen his fair share of nudity over the years. He was a hot-blooded guy with a healthy sex drive and didn’t see anything wrong with the growing collection of porn he kept under his bed.
Still, as he watched you through the window, he’d sworn that he’d never seen anything in his life that even came close to your absolute perfection. Nothing else in his twenty-something years could even compare.
His fingers dug into the plastic VHS cases when he saw you grab a bottle of lotion off your shelf and squirt a dollop in your hand. Then he held his breath as you’d proceeded to rub it all over your skin until every single part of you was slick and soft and glowing.
Once you were finished, you turned to open your dresser drawer and started rummaging through your clothes, leaving the soft curve of your ass on full display.
As his eyes drank in the sight, he thought about giving that supple skin a firm spank and watching the recoil of the flesh beneath his hand. Would you cry out? Would you beg him for more?
He’d pictured lying back on your bed with those soft thighs framing his face, his fingers gripping them tight while you were riding it. Grinding on him. Fuck. He could almost taste it.
You took out a pair of panties and pulled them on in one fluid motion, running your fingers under the bands to lay them flat against your skin.
Strangely enough, he found the sight even more erotic than your prior nudity. Seeing that delicate baby pink lace wedged between the smooth cheeks of your ass made him weak in the knees. What he would have given to be that little strip of material.
Before that night he’d only been able to vaguely picture how you might look underneath your clothes, and he tried to memorize each and every inch of the glorious sight.
His cock was getting uncomfortably hard, so he reached down to adjust himself in his jeans. You must have noticed the slight movement outside because you turned your head in his direction, and a sudden icy panic gripped Eddie’s chest.
Thankfully it was dark out by then, a mercifully cloudy moonless night, and he backed up slowly praying to whatever god that might listen that you wouldn’t see him.
Once he got far enough away, he turned and rushed to the safety of his van, quickly putting it in gear and speeding home in a daze.
He phoned you a little while later and told you he wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be able to make it to your movie night — which hadn’t been a total lie. He was in a special kind of pain.
“That’s ok, Eddie. I hope you feel better soon.” The disappointment in your voice made him feel awful.
And he was. Awful. He was disgusted with himself and he took that guilt out on his cock with vigor, fucking his fist to the memory of your naked form more times that night than he ever thought was possible.
Every time he came, he felt more and more ashamed, but never quite bad enough to make himself stop. And over the coming days he did it again and again.
And again.
It wasn’t like he’d never thought about you before in a rare moment of weakness. You were his best friend and in a lot of ways you were just like one of the guys. At the same time, he couldn’t ignore the fact that you were also a very pretty girl — one who sometimes made him feel a certain type of way.
He’d always been able to push those thoughts aside in the interest of self-preservation, but after seeing you in your room that night his strategy no longer worked.
In the days and weeks that followed, his cock would get so fucking hard just from how good you smelled or the little, innocent touches you gave him in passing.
You had this way of distractedly playing with his hair that always sent shivers down his spine. He loved nothing more than getting high and lying with his head in your lap, the soft rake of your fingers through his curls sending little electric tingles cascading everywhere.
Sometimes when his hard-on got too obvious he’d excuse himself to the washroom and try to will it away with unsexy thoughts and cold water splashed on his face. He might have been horny, but he was still respectful enough to never take care of himself at your place.
That was always for later — on his back in his bedroom, sheets crumpled in a pile around his feet as he braced them on the mattress, lifting his hips to meet the slow thrusts of his hand.
Sometimes he’d edge himself like that for hours with teasing yet firm tugs on his cock, precum leaking over his thick fingers while he thought about you.
He imagined you so many different ways.
Down on your knees sucking his cock. Back arched on his bed, crying out his name while he pounded into your tight cunt from behind. Sitting on his face, grinding your pussy over his eager mouth and nose. Or riding him in his van while your perfect tits bounced in his face — the scenario didn’t really matter. Thinking about you always got him there.
Fresh guilt would bloom in his chest every time you looked at him with trust and adoration. You had no clue about the disgusting habits of your supposed best friend. You didn’t think of him that way. How could you? You were in love with someone else and that was never going to change.
He knew he needed to get over his fixation. Find something else to distract himself. Porn wasn’t doing the trick anymore, so the next logical step was to try dating.
Eddie worked at the music shop downtown and Stacy would always come into the store, pretending to be interested in the collection of Fender guitars on display.
She was aggressive in her pursuit, straightening his work-mandated tie and fluttering her eyelashes while giving him a sultry grin. When she asked him to take her out, he shrugged and figured, what the hell?
The problem was, even when he was with her, Eddie would find himself thinking about you.
It had been a mistake when he’d said your name while they were fooling around in his van. It had just rolled off his tongue when she’d unzipped his pants and wrapped her hand around his cock.
He hadn’t even realized what he’d said until she’d slapped him across the face, opened the back door and stormed off into the night, leaving him sitting there with his mouth hanging open and his dick out.
The worst part was that he didn’t really care.
He was pretty sure you had bewitched him, mind, body and soul, because even after what happened with Stacy, he still couldn’t stop.
And now you were about to go on a date with the actual guy of your dreams. The thought of you with Dylan was eating him up inside.
When Eddie got home from your place that night, he was restless as he paced the trailer floor. He tried to keep himself busy, but all he could about was you. About how you were probably out there with Dylan having the best night of your life, smiling at that vapid jerk while he put his big, dumb hands all over you.
Eddie could only hope that somehow your date would go horribly wrong and the disappointment would finally break Dylan's spell. That it would drive you into the comfort of your best friend's waiting arms.
Maybe then you’d finally see what was right in front of you.
At precisely eight o’clock Dylan pulled his sleek red sports car up outside your house, its spotless exterior gleaming in the warm glow of the setting sun.
When you opened your front door, you were nearly blinded by his famous megawatt smile as he handed you a single, long-stemmed rose. “You look really nice.”
You felt your face heat up and you shyly lowered your eyes. “Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
After you put the rose in some water, he took you by the arm and led you outside to his car. He even ran around to open the passenger door for you and helped you inside like a true gentleman.
On the drive to the movie theater he talked about himself and his job quite a bit, and you kept giggling at everything he said until you wanted to kick yourself to make it stop.
When you walked into the theater, he reached out to grab your hand and your heart swelled with happiness and pride. You couldn’t believe you were finally the lucky one on Dylan’s arm, and as you surveyed the other girls in the theater, you imagined they all wished they were you.
You were barely able to concentrate on the movie, and kept stealing glances at Dylan in the dark. At one point he took your hand in his, which eventually got a bit uncomfortable and made it next to impossible to eat your popcorn. Despite that, you held on tight and reminded yourself that it was what you’d always wanted. What was a temporary sweaty palm compared to lasting love?
On the ride home you were distracted as you watched the lights of Hawkins pass by your window, your mind a swirl of anxious thoughts as you anticipated what would happen next.
Sleeping with Dylan was something you’d waited for such a long time to experience, but you were still a bit nervous.
You reminded yourself that you were ready. You’d worn your fancy underwear. You’d bought the condoms. And thanks to the articles you knew exactly what to do. As an added bonus you had the entire house to yourself because your family was away for the weekend. It was going to be magical. A night you’d never forget.
When Dylan pulled up outside your place, he got out and walked you to your front door.
“I had a really great time,” you gushed, giving him your most seductive smile.
“Me too.” He gave you a cocky grin then leaned in close. Without hesitation you eagerly shut your eyes, awaiting the sensation of unfettered bliss. You couldn’t believe the moment you’d been dreaming of for years had finally arrived.
Dylan pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, then quickly pulled away. When you opened your eyes and blinked in confusion, he gave you a playful wink.
“Well, I’d better get going. I’ll see you soon.” Without another word, he turned and headed down your front steps and back to his car.
You stood there frozen in disbelief as you watched his taillights fade into the distance.
Dylan had been with so many girls, there was no way he was shy. In fact, you were pretty sure he’d slept with most of girls he took out, or at least that was the rumor around town.
Tears stung the corners of your eyes as you stepped inside and let the front door slam behind you. Unsure of what to do, you rushed downstairs to your room to call Eddie.
He answered the phone on the second ring, and you choked back a sob when he asked you what was wrong. You told him you’d explain everything when he got to your place, and also asked him to bring a little weed. You need to relax and get Dylan’s rejection off your mind.
When Eddie arrived a short while later and saw you through the basement window, sitting on your bed with tear-swollen eyes, he was engulfed in a blinding rage.
Once he got inside, he rushed over, his mouth held in a grim line. “Did he hurt you? What the hell did that asshole do?”
His normally soft eyes flashed with anger as he clenched his hands into fists at his sides. All he needed was one word from you and he was ready to rip Dylan apart.
“He didn’t do anything. That’s the problem,” you told him, your big eyes brimming with tears. “He just gave me a peck on the lips and took off. He didn’t even try to come in.”
Eddie could hardly believe his ears — Dylan had just left? He hadn’t touched you? Relief washed over him an instant, uncoiling his muscles and cooling the fire in his veins.
You crossed your legs and his gaze trailed down to the soft press of your thighs against each other, before he looked back up at you with a satisfied grin on his face.
“See, I told you he was a jerk. Now do you believe me?”
You sniffed. “But he wasn’t a jerk. It was going so well and then…nothing. I don’t understand what went wrong.”
Eddie knew he shouldn’t tease you, but he couldn’t resist a little good natured ribbing. It was just in his nature.
“I dunno. Maybe you had bad breath?”
His eyes twinkled with mischief as you scoffed in outrage at his joke. You grabbed a pillow off your bed and tossed it at his smirking face.
“You’re so mean,” you pouted. His jovial mood was getting on your nerves. “Come on. Can you actually try to help me?”
He chuckled and flopped onto his back next to you on the bed and threw your old stuffed teddy in the air, then caught it. “Well, I dunno. Are you a bad kisser?”
You had kissed a few guys before, and none of them had ever complained — on the other hand, they’d also never said that you were good.
“I don’t know. Do you really think it could have been bad enough to make him leave?”
He shrugged. “I dunno, maybe. Like, I said, the guy’s a dick.”
“How exactly does someone know if they’re good at it, anyway?” you asked him, suddenly curious. “Are you?”
The bed dipped as you turned your body to face him.
“Yeah, I’m good. Heard it lots of times,” he bragged, and you raised a doubtful eyebrow.
“Lots?” You grinned in amusement when he sat up in a huff.
“Hey, I’ve kissed people. More than you, anyway,” he scoffed. “I just dated someone for almost a month, remember?”
You rolled your eyes. How could you forget? You tried to ignore the twinge in your chest when you thought of Eddie kissing Stacy, his lips all red and kiss swollen, their soft weight pressed against her skin—
“Well, if you’re such an expert maybe you should show me, because obviously I’m doing something wrong.”
The sarcastic words escaped before you could even think to stop them, and when you registered the surprise on Eddie’s face you quickly tried to recover.
“I’m just kidding, Eddie. You should see the look on your—”
“Nah, I mean. It’s not a terrible idea,” he interrupted, stammering to rush out the words. “You could try on me if you want and I’ll let you know if you’re doing something wrong.”
“Eddie, stop teasing. It’s not funny.” You frowned and crossed your arms in front of your chest. You weren’t in the mood for whatever silly games he wanted to play.
“No, now I’m curious. I wanna know how bad you really are.” He chuckled to himself, and you shot him a withering look.
“I’m not bad,” you insisted, your cheeks burning with annoyance. Eddie was being a real prick and the room suddenly felt much too warm.
“Then prove it.” He smirked and bit the inside of his cheek as you eyed him with quiet suspicion. If he wanted to be mean and tease you, then you were going to call his bluff.
“Fine. Get over here.” You patted the mattress and he shuffled over to sit next to you on the edge of bed.
When you looked up to meet his gaze you expected to see his joke revealed. Instead, his expression was serious and his dark brown eyes were blown wide as they held yours.
He ran the sharp tip of his tongue along his bottom lip and your eyes dipped to graze its ruby fullness.
“I mean, it could probably help us both,” he reasoned. “I’m sure I could use some tips.”
In the moment, Eddie told himself that he had good intentions. You’d said it yourself that you hadn’t kissed that many guys. It would probably be disappointing. Amateurish. An unsatisfying, sloppy mess that would disgust him and finally set him free.
“What do you want me to do?” you asked, trying to keep your voice as business-like as possible while your stomach tied itself in nervous knots.
You reminded yourself that Eddie liked to joke around and there was no way he actually intended to go through with it.
“Uh, I don’t know…just kiss me I guess?” He chuckled nervously as you shuffled a bit closer on the bed until your thighs were touching and you could feel the frizz of his curls against your shoulder.
“No, you first.” You swallowed hard, determined not to let him win. Your cheeks were on fire, your eyes widened with a dare you knew he wouldn’t meet.
He took a deep breath.
“Ok, here goes.” His voice was so soft you barely registered the sound, but as he leaned in you felt his warm breath on your face, smelling of mint and a faint hint of tobacco.
Your eyes fluttered shut and a second later you felt his lips on yours, their feather-light touch igniting sparks low in your belly. You parted your mouth, letting his warm tongue gently tease your own, and his lips chased yours as you shifted position to tilt your head.
You rested a hand on his tensed thigh for balance and heard a moan rumble in his chest as the muscle flexed beneath your gentle touch.
He brought his hand up to cup your cheek, and a warm, tingly feeling started to spread down to your toes as he slotted his eager mouth against yours — the sensation so familiar and yet, like nothing you’d ever felt before.
A few seconds later he pulled back, his dark gaze dipping to your mouth. He dragged his thumb along the plump fullness of your lower lip, still tasting the lingering sweetness of your cherry lip gloss on his tongue.
You fought to catch your breath, your heart pounding so hard in your ears that you wondered if Eddie could hear it. You pressed your thighs together to try and dull the ache that suddenly throbbed between them, a subtle action that he didn’t miss.
Kissing Eddie had felt like you were floating in a warm, dizzy haze; it had been like a dream you never wanted to end. Even though it had only been on a dare, those few short seconds hadn’t been enough. You wanted him to kiss you again.
He lifted his eyes to meet yours, his voice smooth and low when he spoke.
“Hmm…not bad. But maybe we should give it another try? Just to make sure you get it right?”
You nodded and he crashed his mouth back into yours, his heart pounding a furious rhythm that would have challenged any thrash metal tune.
He’d been wrong. He’d been a fool. His mind reeled as if the room were spinning.
Turned out, his obsession with you was nowhere close to over.
Thank you for reading! 🤍
A/N: This story will have 3 parts and the smut picks up quite a bit in part 2, so please make sure to heed the warnings. If you'd like to be added to the tag list comment below or send me an ask :)
Special thanks to @mrsjellymunson for being my personal 80’s name generator and @littlexdeaths for their Christmas writing game that inspired this fic with the prompt “you find mysterious tracks leading away from your window in the freshly fallen snow.” ✨
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