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Series } 🌻 (fan favourite) 🌿 (my favourite)
Opposite Ends } - Enemies to lovers 18+
➢ Chapter One - Welcome To Hawkins High
➢ Chapter Two - Newest Members Of Hellfire Club
➢ Chapter Three - A Shock And A Low Roll
➢ Chapter Four - The Freak At My Door Step 🌿
➢ Chapter Five - Brown Eyes And Too Much Weed 🌻
➢ Chapter Six - A Deal, Harsh Words & A Mistake 🌻
➢ Chapter Seven - What's Worse Than Death? 🌻
➢ Chapter Eight - A Brief Moment of Happiness 🌻 🌿
➢ Chapter Nine - My Mixtape 🌿
➢ Chapter Ten - Doomed love
➢ Chapter Eleven - I'll stay if you stay
➢ Chapter Twelve - My girl
➢ Chapter Thirteen Pt 1 - Together 🌿
➢ Chapter Thirteen Pt 2 - Together
➢ Chapter Fourteen - I’m done running
➢ Chapter Fifteen -
➢ Epilogue
✷ Ongoing
Mean } Rude Eddie x fem!reader 18 +. 🌻🌿
➢ You're being mean |
➢ Why are you so mean Pt 2 |
➢ I know why you're mean Pt 3 |
➢ Mean to the bone Pt 4 |
➢ Mean to everyone but me Pt 5 |
Brothers Best Friend } Eddie x fem!reader 18+ 🌻🌿
➢ Untouchable Pt 1 |
➢ Off limits Pt 2 |
➢ No date Pt 3 |
One Shots }
➢ Bated Breath | Eddie x virgin!fem!reader 18+.
➢ Bated Breath Pt 2 | Eddie x teaching fem!reader 18 +. 🌿
➢ What are friends for | Eddie x fem!friendship x experimenting. 18+. 🌻 🌿
➢ Two truths & a lie | Eddie x fem!friend drunk hookup 18 +.
➢ Faster | Eddie x fem!reader race car driver!angry 18 +
➢ Boy Next Door | Eddie x fem!reader neighbour caught out 18+
➢ My side, your side | Eddie x fem!reader slight enemies, soft Eddie 18 + 🌿 🌻
➢ Show me what you’ve got and I’ll make you a deal | Eddie x Stripper fem!friend 18+
➢ Born Bitch | Dom Eddie x Sub mean y/n 18 +
Requests }
➢ Here to stay | Soft Eddie x fem!reader comfort
➢ Dirty Little Secret | Virgin Eddie x Stripper fem friend 18 +
➢ Eyes for only you | Rockstar Eddie x returns from tour 18+
Summary: last week with Eddie and Steve was everything you could’ve dreamed of and yet you can’t seem to shake these feelings of inadequacy at your lack of experience. Getting it in your head that they must be so bored with you… but surely they would tell you if they felt that way… right?
Warnings: Smut (18+), Masturbation (female), Voyeurism, Oral sex (f&m), angst (don’t hate me)
Word count: 12K
a/n: omg it’s finally done!! I have been working on this for years trying to get it right while also having life happen. I really hope it lives up to expectations and I can get the next part out wayyyyy sooner (also massive thank yous to my babies @andvys @wroteclassicaly @usedtobecooler for all of your help ily all sm)
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 4 // Part 4.5
You slide your hands along your thighs slowly, feeling goosebumps rise as your fingers barely graze your skin. Rub your hands up your thighs, yeah, just like that, Steve’s words replay in your mind. You move your hands higher, one coming to cup your bare tits as you replay Eddie telling Steve how gorgeous they were.
You’re going faster than they showed you, you know that, but you’ve been so desperate all day at work you need to relieve some tension now. The events of a couple of days before replaying in your head on a constant loop.
You tweak your nipple, stifling a moan as you feel heat pool at your core. You bring your other hand to gently rub your clit over your panties, gasping at how wet they feel already.
You’re desperate to feel how wet you are again as you move your panties to the side, lightly grazing a finger up your soaking core. That’s it, pretty girl, nice and slow, you can practically hear Eddie say breathlessly.
You spread your wetness all over your clit before pumping a finger inside, crying out at how good it feels, your thumb coming up to rub fast circles in your clit. You know Eddie would chastise you right now for going too fast, but that image alone has you plunging another finger inside your dripping core.
God, look at you, wish you could see how pretty and needy she looks right now, and so wet, you remember Eddie moaning to Steve. The coil inside of you tightening as your mind is focused on nothing but your boys.
You realise you have been neglecting your nipples and give one an accidentally hard tweak at the realisation, causing you to arch your back at the mix of pleasure and pain.
You’re so close, you can feel it as you moan out “I’m so close” to your empty room. You imagine Eddie and Steve calling you their good girl again as they desperately tell you to cum for them.
That’s the final push you need before your orgasm crashes into you. Not as hard as it was with them but definitely the hardest you’ve ever made yourself cum on your own.
Your back still arches and your legs still shake as you continue fingering yourself through your orgasm.
You slump against the mattress when your orgasm finally fades. All too aware of the lack of Steve’s chest behind you or Eddie’s hands on your ankles. No, you think to yourself, I can’t get used to them always being here for that. The thought making your chest tighten but you’re too tired to unpack why.
You quickly throw your pjs back on, climbing under the covers as exhaustion takes over. Your dreams travelling to your usual thoughts of Eddie and Steve.
*****
You strut down your hallway with an extra pep in your step as you hear three quick knocks on your front door. Tonight is your usual night to hang out with Eddie and Steve which always makes you excited. But tonight brings an extra promise of continuing your lessons. You decided for a similar outfit as last time, something comfortable but still cute. You still feel like you excessively cleaned and moisturised but you’re definitely less nervous, excited this time even.
You swing the door open much faster than you had intended, slightly startling Steve in the process. Your eyes quickly scan for Eddie, but assume they must have decided to drive separately. You beam at him as you motion him inside, throwing your arms around him in a friendly but tight hug.
“Hello to you too honey,” he laughs fondly, returning your hug with just as much enthusiasm. “You’ll have to settle for just me for a little bit though,” he explains, letting your hug go to search your face for a reaction but still holding your hands in his warm palms, suddenly self conscious you’ll be disappointed in Eddie not being with him, “Eddie got caught up with doing something for Wayne, I couldn't catch the details, but he promises he’ll be joining us soon.”
“Of course that's okay Stevie,” you say reassuringly, giving his hands a squeeze, “what do you want to do in the meantime?”
You mean your question innocently, and Steve knows that but he can’t help but selfishly want you to himself just for a second while Eddie is preoccupied.
“Wanna sit?” He asks, letting go of one of your hands when you nod yes, holding the other tightly as he leads you to the couch. You can’t help but get butterflies in your stomach as you have every time you’ve sat on this couch since that night.
Steve’s still holding your hand as you both sit next to each other, knees grazing as you angle yourself towards him. You find yourself staring absentmindedly at your interlocked fingers, teeth nibbling at your bottom lip as you feel nerves creep through your body.
Steve can tell how tense you are as you sit rigid on the couch and grip his hand tighter than he thinks you realise. He hates seeing you like this around him, but can understand how you feel, doing this with someone he cares about is all new to him too after all.
He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb in a comforting way. You look up at him as you realise you’ve been staring for a weirdly long time. You’re met with his warm amber eyes when you look up and you can feel yourself melting in them, earning yourself a warm smile from Steve.
“Tell me about you honey,” his voice is as sweet as honey, “I feel like we haven’t properly caught up in ages, the last time we hung out we were a bit… preoccupied.” He says with a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows. You laugh at his ridiculous joke, thinking how he’s definitely been hanging out with Eddie too much, but can’t help the blush that creeps onto your cheeks.
You and Steve talk for ages, you catch him up on the latest things that have happened in the last couple of weeks, which isn't much seeing as the most exciting things involved him anyway. He chats to you about his latest film, going into more details than he usually did, you realise. It leaves a slight pang in your chest but you’re glad he seems more comfortable sharing that part of his life with you now.
You also don’t miss how certain details go straight to your core… and Steve doesn’t miss how that makes you squirm. As he continues his story he starts to gently trace your knee with his free hand, fingertips grazing you slightly, causing you to shudder from his touch. His fingertips inch higher and higher ever so slowly, leaving goosebumps in their journey towards where you need them most.
You decide to chance a glance down at his fingers but realise too late that that's a bad idea when you find yourself unable to take your eyes off them. You watch his long slender fingers dance against your thigh, entranced by the way the veins and tendons tense and move with every movement. You stare intently at his fingertips, trying to will them to your core.
Steve notices pretty quickly that you’re no longer listening to him so he asks you a question about work instead, wondering if just how preoccupied you are. You barely register that he’s asked you a question when you stare up at him blankly. He gives you a knowing smirk in return as he asks again, “How has work been babe?”
“O-oh,” you stammer, swallowing thickly as you try to get your brain to work.
You stumble your way through answering Steve, all while his fingers graze higher and higher. “A-and then my boss- ah,” you're cut off with an involuntary moan as Steve's fingers finally graze your core through your thin shorts.
“What did your boss do?” He replies, tone casual, as though he’s completely unbothered by the situation and not already painfully hard in his jeans. You’re just so responsive, he really doesn’t know if he can contain himself until Eddie gets here.
“O-oh well, um, she —“ you try to continue but your brain is so foggy, Steve's fingers increasing in pressure send shocks throughout your body. You clear your throat, “well, she was — um,” god he has pretty lips, you find yourself distracted again as you stare at them. You try to will your brain to form a coherent thought, one that doesn't involve Steve's lips, and fingers, and pretty eyes and how good his hands felt on you and how thick he is and oh how you can definitely see the outline of him straining against his jeans.
Oh fuck it. You surge forward, suddenly capturing Steve’s lips with your own. The small surprised sound that Steve makes gets swallowed by your greedy mouth as he kisses you back with just as much intensity. You try to deepen the kiss, Steve letting you take control, loving how confident you are when you’re so turned on like this.
You lean up on your knees, desperate to feel more of Steve, moaning as you feel your chest press against his. Steve needs you closer as well, grabbing your thighs and pulling you onto his lap. You squeal at the feeling, finally breaking away from his lips, but it quickly turns into a moan as you feel Steve’s hardening length pressed right against your core.
Steve’s hands come to knead at your hips, not holding you still but not moving you either. As much as he would love to throw you onto the couch and bury himself deep inside you over and over again, or at least feel your hips grind against his, he would never let himself go faster than what you're ready for.
Luckily for Steve you snake your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape and finally moving your hips against his. It’s sloppy and without rhythm, the angle not quite right but it offers at least a little bit of relief for him.
You stay like that for a while, kissing and moaning and grinding against him. Your hips pick up their pace, needing something but you can’t seem to make it feel as good as you need it. You break the kiss, forehead resting against Steve's as you both pant.
“Steve,” you whine, and god it’s one of the most beautiful sounds Steve has ever heard.
“What do you need, beautiful?” He whispers.
“You, more, just something, please.”
He chuckles fondly at you, he can’t get over how fucked out you are already. “I got you babe, just, here, like this.” Steve takes hold of your hips more firmly, angling them down and grinding you against him, moving his hips up against you at the same time.
You let out a shaky groan, finally feeling the pressure deliciously against your clit. Steve attaches his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there as he continues to grind you against him.
He can feel your thighs start to tense, shaking ever so slightly and as much as he would love to watch you come apart in his lap, he knows you should both wait for Eddie.
“That feeling good huh baby?” He asks cockily.
“Mmhm,” you moan, nodding your head vigorously, eyes screwed shut tightly as you try to chase that feeling. Just then Steve stops moving your hips, keeping you still as you try to squirm. You open your eyes then, bottom lip protruding in the cutest pout Steve has ever seen.
“Don’t you think we should wait for Eddie, baby?”
You take a deep breath, “Fuck, yeah, yeah you’re probably right.”
Steve rests his forehead against yours as you both catch your breath. He nudges his nose against yours, stealing a quick, soft peck against your trembling lips.
“I was so close though, shit,” You breathlessly laugh.
“Oh trust me babe, I know.” He laughs with you, foreheads still pressed together.
“I hope Eddie gets here soon,” you whine and as if he heard you, you hear the familiar sound of Eddie’s van pull up out the front. You sit up straighter in Steve’s lap, an excited smile on your face. Steve returns your smile but tries not to focus on the jealousy creeping up inside him at your excited reaction to Eddie.
“Wanna put on a show for him when he walks in?” Steve asks mischievously. You nod excitedly in response.
*****
Eddie pulls up at your place, practically leaping out of his van and running up to your door. He uses the spare key you gave him, not even bothering to knock, assuming you probably both heard his van anyway.
He resists the urge to yell ‘honeys I’m home’ as he enters. When he sees that you're both not in the kitchen he rounds the corner, the sight of you both rushing straight to his cock as he swallows hard. You’re perched on top of Steve’s lap, both of you making out fervently, each swallowing the soft moans you both make. He can see the plush of your ass in between Steve's fingers as he grips it to move you against him.
I could get used to coming home to this.
Eddie quickly pushes that thought out of his mind. It was a stupid thought to have anyway. He watches how relaxed and in sync you both look, both lips swollen and red from obviously a long makeout session. This realisation settles in Eddie's stomach, envy bubbling deep inside. This feeling only grows as he realises neither of you have even realised he’s there, so he thinks.
You and Steve continue to put on your show for Eddie, thinking he’s completely dumbstruck at the sight before him, this only spurring you both on further, deepening the already sloppy kiss and rutting against each other with even more desperation.
Eddie clearing his throat finally breaks you and Steve apart. Any annoyance Eddie felt at the situation was quickly dispelled as he was met with two excited, fond and smiling faces.
“Hey you two,” he coos, coming to stand behind you in front of the couch.
“Thank god you’re here man,” Steve sighs, “If we’d been making out any longer I don’t know if I would’ve been able to stop myself from bending her over this couch and fucking her.” He playfully bites at your neck causing you to blush and giggle in his lap.
Eddie thinks your blushing, already fucked out face is adorable, coming to sit down next to steve on the couch. You waste no time in climbing into his lap instead, snaking your arms around him in a tight hug, finishing it off with a quick peck when you both pull away.
A peck that Eddie quickly deepens, one hand coming to rest against your waist and one holding the back of your head. You moan at the feeling, easily submitting to Eddie as he slips his tongue through your awaiting lips.
Steve can’t help but miss the feeling of you on his lap but would be lying if he said he didn’t love watching you and Eddie make out. You can’t get over the difference between how they kiss. Steve is controlled and intoxicating where Eddie’s is messy and all consuming.
You and Eddie kiss for a little while longer before Steve stands up abruptly, not being able to handle the tightness of his jeans any longer. He holds his hand out to you.
“Should we move this somewhere more comfortable?”
*****
After a giggly makeout session down the hallway to your room, all three of you running away, pulling the other two back, pushing each other against the wall and drooling at the sight of the other two making out, you find yourself sprawled out in front of Eddie and Steve. Both shirtless and palming themselves through their jeans as they take in the sight of your once again naked before them.
Before they left in the morning last week you had all talked about “the plan” moving forward, both telling you they think the next time should be them eating you out. Both of them “getting to show you how hard we can make you cum” — as Eddie had said cockily through a mouthful of toast.
“So… who’s going first?” You ask nervously. Eddie and Steve’s eyes snapping up to yours. They hadn’t really thought about that.
“We’ll seeing as you got her all to yourself this afternoon it's only fair I get to taste her first huh Stevie?” Eddie winks at you, causing you to giggle.
“What?” Steve questions, “No way man, if anything I had to endure making out with her all afternoon without getting to taste her, I’ve earned first taste!”
“What? Bullshit!” Eddie retaliates.
You can’t help but laugh at both of them, never in a million years did you think you’d have two guys, let alone Eddie and Steve fighting over who gets to taste you first.
“Well…” You start, causing both of them to glance back at you, “Steve did get to help me cum last time… I think it should be Eddie. I-if that’s okay Stevie?”
Steve smiles warmly at you, this is about you, he reminds himself. “Of course that’s okay honey,” he whispers sweetly, shooting playful daggers at Eddie when he snickers.
Eddie comes to settle between your legs, gently spreading your knees until he is face to face with your already dripping cunt. You shudder when you feel his hot breath ghost over you. He kisses your inner thighs, gripping the plush of them gently as he maintains eye contact with you.
It’s a bit surreal for a second, seeing your best friend, your Eddie, in between your legs, but you’re also certain you'd never feel more comfortable with anyone else, other than maybe Steve.
“Ready sweetheart?” He practically purrs.
You know better than to not give them a verbal answer, breathing out a soft yeah in response. Pleased with your answer Eddie gives you his usual wicked grin before dipping down, pressing a soft kiss to your throbbing clit, causing you to jump, even at the soft gesture.
He spreads your folds for him more, licking a broad stripe from your hole and up to flick your clit softly with the end of his tongue, causing you to whimper at the foreign feeling. He repeats his actions, gathering all of your slick on his tongue before smearing it all over your sensitive bud, moaning softly as your taste invades his mouth.
“Oh? Ohhhh, oh fuck,” you whimper and moan through a range of reactions. It feels weird and nothing like you expected but also good and everything you’d hoped for. Completely different to your ex and infinitely better with a guy who can actually find your clit and extra sensitive with the vibrations from Eddie’s moans.
Steve comes to lay down beside you, propping himself up on his elbow as he cups your jaw. You gaze up at him and grip his bicep as Eddie starts to gently suck on your now swollen clit, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot through you.
“How is he honey?” Steve asks with a chuckle, loving your sweet reactions.
“So, so good,” you moan, lightly laughing too when you feel Eddie smile between your legs.
You feel yourself getting lost in the feeling of Eddie’s tongue between your legs, your thoughts failing you as your mind can only focus on Steve and Eddie.
You feel the telltale signs of your orgasm fast approaching as Eddie’s skilled tongue starts to lightly breach your twitching hole.
“Fuck,” you whimper at the feeling, throwing your head back at how intense it feels just to have half of Eddie’s tongue inside you.
“Oh baby,” Steve coos, “You feeling that good from just his tongue barely fucking you huh?”
You nod and whimper, the condescension in his tone making your walls clench around Eddie’s tongue, earning an even louder moan from the curly headed man between your legs. Eddie wasn’t sure who was loving this more.
“Oh fuck, youre getting close huh honey?” Steve asks, leaning down to kiss along your jaw, “Fuckin’ sound so sweet when you’re ‘bout to cum for us.”
“Y-yeah,” you breathe between whimpers and tiny moans, “Ed-Eds is good, so so fucking good.” It’s the most coherent sentence you can manage at that moment. You can feel one of the most intense orgasms of your life rapidly approaching, all other thoughts and words failing you.
Eddie moans cockily from between your legs, the low rumbling seemingly shooting through your entire body, adding to the already intense pleasure you're feeling.
Steve continues to babble in your ear, sweet nothings of “you're being so good for us sweet girl.” and “you look so beautiful like this.”
Your hand flies down to tangle in Eddie’s hair, any previous apprehensions you had about touching him before and doing the ‘wrong thing’ completely gone the closer you get to reaching your peak. You realise too late how hard you're pulling on Eddie’s curly locks, but before you can apologise you see Eddie’s eyes roll in his head, his fingers gripping your thighs impossibly tighter.
You mentally take note of the fact that Eddie loves his hair being pulled. Of course he does, you think.
You don’t get to think about that for much longer when Eddie starts to suck on you clit, hard. Your legs start to tremble, your thighs clenching around his head.
“That's it, let go baby, make a mess of Ed’s pretty face.” Steve whispers in your ear. It’s enough to send you flying, hurdling over the edge as you cum harder than you ever have before. Your back arches, your whole body trembles and you practically scream Eddie’s name as you drench his face.
Eddie doesn’t relent, sucking and licking you through your orgasm, only stopping when your back slumps onto the mattress, your body only trembling slightly from the aftershocks of your orgasm.
As soon as you feel your senses return to you you look down in between your legs. The sight is almost enough to have you cumming again. Eddie is watching you with a warm smile, stark contrast to his beautiful, chocolate eyes gazing at you with intense lust. His soft lips and honestly half of his face soaked in your translucent, creamy cum.
“You back with us sweetheart?” You hear Steve whisper in your ear, your head lulling to the side to face him as a dopey smile forms on your face.
“Yeah,” you laugh, “shit that was amazing.”
Eddie gives you a cocky smile at that. “Mmm, and you taste divine sweetheart,” he moans out, using his thumb to wipe some of your slick off his chin before sucking it into his mouth with a groan. An involuntary whimper leaving your lips as you watch him.
Eddie and Steve chuckle fondly at your reaction before Eddie turns his attention to Steve.
“You’ve gotta have a taste of her man, fucking incredible.”
Steve is quick to move to kneel next to Eddie between your legs, leaning in to get a taste right from Eddie lips but Eddie stops him with a hand on his chest. Instead wiping more off of his chin with his thumb, before gently wiping it against Steve’s lips teasingly.
You sit up on your elbows, wanting to get the best view you can.
Steve is quick to open his mouth, sucking on Eddie’s thumb like it’s his favourite flavour of ice cream, theatrically moaning at your taste as his eyes roll.
“More?” Eddie asks him knowingly, removing his thumb.
Steve barely gets to say please before Eddie is smashing their lips together. Steve impatiently deepens the kiss, his tongue invading every inch of Eddie’s mouth, both of them moaning into each other.
When the taste of you starts to dull in Eddie’s mouth, Steve pulls away, licking a broad stripe from Eddie's chin all the way back to Eddie’s slightly gaping lips before connecting them both again. It earns him a slightly surprised moan from Eddie and causes you to squirm, trying to close your legs but being unable as the two boys are still between them.
“What did I tell you?” Eddie asks Steve breathlessly when they finally break away.
“Mmph, you were right — fucking devine,” Steve moans, Eddie’s eyes dart to you, giving you a quick wink, causing your cheeks to burn.
“Think you could handle more, sweet girl?” Eddie asks. You nod your head apprehensively, craving more but also always unsure of what mischief Eddie is planning.
But before you can dwell on that thought for too long, Eddie is gently guiding Steve’s head to your still dripping cunt. Watching you both for any signs of apprehension, smirking to himself when he finds only wonder in your eyes and pure lust in Steve’s as he gets himself comfortable on his stomach.
You jolt when Steve licks your cunt, apologising to him but you just feel Steve smile against you and moan at your taste in response. Steve is slower and more gentle than Eddie. You’re not sure if he's going easy on you because he knows how overly sensitive you must be or if he is usually just this gentle, but you hope you get to find that out another time.
Eddie keeps his hand on the back of Steve’s head, pulling the hair slightly, knowing how much it makes Steve squirm. Steve moans at the pressure on his scalp, hips absentmindedly rutting against the bed, desperate for some kind of relief.
You continue to moan and flinch from the overstimulation to your swollen clit, Eddie’s mouth practically salivating at the sight. As if reading Eddie’s mind, Steve suddenly brings his hand up to cup the back of Eddie’s head, pulling him to join him down at your dripping cunt.
You sit up higher on your hands now, not wanting to miss a second of this and spreading your legs impossibly wider to accommodate two people between them. Eddie darts his tongue out, licking slowly along your clit too, tongue bumping Steve’s as he does. Eddie drops his hand from Steve’s head, letting the other take control.
You make a sound between a scream and a high pitched moan as you feel two separate tongues on you. Your hand coming to cup your mouth instinctively as you start to feel self conscious of the sounds you’re making.
“Ah ah, sweetheart,” you hear Eddie’s deep voice as he grabs your hand, pulling it away from your face, “let us hear your pretty moans.”
You nod in response, still gripping Eddie’s hand and tangling your fingers together as he goes back to devouring you, your eyes screwing shut at the intense, overstimulating pleasure. You feel them both move slightly, one tongue dipping lower, circling your hole as the other continues to circle your clit slowly, deliberately.
You gasp as you feel the tongue start to breach your hole, head snapping down to see both sets of eyes on you. You see Eddie’s eyes brimming with mischief as you realise it’s his tongue that’s slowly thrusting inside you again, this time as far as it will reach with Steve’s head in the way.
Your mouth hangs open in a silent gasp, eyebrows furrowing together as you watch them intently. You whine when Eddie pulls away from your cunt, taking his hand back from your tight grip as he sits up. However he is quick to replace his tongue with one of his fingers, barely pushing it into you up to the first knuckle.
“This okay sweet girl?” He asks breathlessly, wasting no time to slowly push his finger in when you whisper out please.
You moan and gasp at the foreign feeling of having someone else’s fingers inside of you as Eddie continues to pump further into your dripping heat with every thrust.
As soon as he’s got one finger pumping in and out of you slowly you turn to him, begging for him to add another finger which he happily obliges.
“Aww, sweetheart,” he coos with a fake pout as you whimper at the delicious sting of his second finger being added, “that too much for your tight little pussy?”
“N-no,” you stutter out, “fuck, no, its good. It’s so fucking good Eddie your fingers are so thick.” You don’t have time to register how out of character it is for you to talk like this, but you’re hurdling too fast towards your second orgasm — something that once felt impossible — to notice. “So much thicker than mine, fuck. A-and Steve, your tongue feels, oh god, so good. It’s so much and so perfect, shit.”
Steve’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he lets out a guttural moan at your words. Eddie looking at you in a mix of surprise and awe as he mutters a “Fuck, princess,”. His free hand coming to palm himself through his jeans.
You watch Eddie touch himself, suddenly getting the overwhelming urge to have him deep in your throat like you’ve been imaging for the past week.
With you knew found confidence you shakily ask, “Y-you look so hot when you touch yourself Ed’s, fuck. C-can I?”
Eddie finds your vague question adorable. He’s got an inkling of what you’re asking for. But he needs to hear those words fall from your bitten lips. Eddie slowly removes his fingers, still careful to not hurt you, although you're so wet he's sure he could slide his dick in with no resistance at this point.
He comes to kneel beside you on the bed. “You’re gonna have to ask better than that princess, what do you need from me?”
“Your cock.” You mumble, flushing a little, “Please, can I, — can I suck it again?”
Eddie would give you the world if you asked with the way your lust blown, glassy eyes are staring up at him. He wastes no time undoing his pants, shoving them and his boxers down in one swift motion.
“You sure you’re up for this sweet thing? It’s hard to concentrate on pleasing whilst getting pleased, ya know?”
“Mm I’m sure, please?” You beg, reaching out for him with one hand, the other keeping you half upright.
“Eager,” he chuckles at you, “here, keep your head still like that and focus on keeping yourself upright, I’m gonna thrust into your mouth, I promise I’ll be gentle, okay?”
“Okay,” you breathe, eyes focused on Eddie’s cock mere inches from your lips, your mouth salivating and opening on instinct as you finally get what you so desperately crave.
The musky taste of Eddie invades your senses as you finally feel the head slip past your lips. You go to bob your head but Eddie grabs your hair, holding you still. Instead feeding you his cock slowly, inch by inch before moving out and gently thrusting back in. He continues this until he’s set a good rhythm that’s still slow enough for you.
“That’s it,” Eddie sighs at the relief of you lips and tongue, “good fucking girl.”
You feel Steve’s fingers breach your hole suddenly, two fingers sliding in with ease due to the stretching from Eddie moments ago. You feel Steve curl his fingers, reaching a spot deep inside you that you’ve never been able to reach on your own.
The feeling causes you to gasp around Eddie’s cock, accidentally gagging in the process. Steve stops licking and sucking at your clit when he hears you, stilling his fingers inside you. Eddie is quick to remove himself from your mouth, although he couldn’t hide the moan that left his lips feeling your throat constrict around his cock like that, resisting the urge to completely ruin you.
“You okay little one?” He asks, wiping a tear that’s escaped your glassy eyes.
“Yeah,” you assure him, turning to Steve, “you can do both at the same time?” You ask innocently, awe and surprise written all over your face.
“Yeah,” Steve replies with a chuckle as Eddie smiles.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.”
Steve can’t stop the smile that spreads on his face, you are so cute it hurts.
“You okay if I get back to it?” He asks, diving back in gently when you nod your head vigorously.
“Ready for me too, sweet girl?” He asks, thumb rubbing gently against your cheek. You respond by opening your mouth, your tongue hanging out, inviting Eddie’s cock back in.
Eddie thinks about chastising you for not using your words, but decides that can wait for another time. He instead gently grabs the back of your head, angling it back towards him and thrusting slowly into your eagerly awaiting lips.
You moan around Eddie’s length, the overwhelming sensations of Steve’s tongue circling your clit, his lips sucking gently on you every now and then, his fingers thrusting, curling and stretching you and the weight of Eddie’s cock restringing dizzyingly against your tongue, dragging over it and slipping slightly down your throat becoming all too much.
But you never want it to stop.
Steve is completely lost in you, your taste, your smell, the beautiful sounds you're making all because of him. He’s been desperate since he got you in his lap, this just sending him into a frenzy, straining to keep his control so as to not overwhelm you and completely in awe of how well you’re doing. He can’t help but grind against the bed, right in time with the thrusting of his fingers, imagining it was his cock stuffed deep inside you instead.
He looks up at you, completely mesmerised by the way you’re taking Eddie’s cock so well. How hot you look with your eyes half lidded, staring up at Eddie, drool coating the corner of your mouth and no doubt the other side he can’t see.
Eddie looks just as beautiful, his long waves cascading down his back and sticking to his forehead. His eyes are screwed shut, brows furrowed and Steve can tell he’s trying so hard to be gentle with you, knowing just how hard Eddie usually likes it. It has his dick throbbing, begging for release.
He’s so lost in you both that he doesn’t realise he’s starting to rut against the bed faster and consequently, fingering you faster as well.
You feel Steve speed up, the dizzying pleasure causing you to choke on Eddie again. You moan at the feeling, already addicted to the feeling of gagging on Eddie’s thick cock.
You’re somewhat annoyed when you feel Eddie start to pull away again, no doubt to check on you once again. Although you appreciate how caring and gentle they are being, you feel like you might die if he pulls away again.
You quickly grab the back of his thigh, pulling it closer to you again and making you gag as Eddie wasn't expecting the force in which you pulled him closer. You moan again at the feeling.
“Oh fuck sweetheart,” Eddie moans, “you like that huh? Like choking on my cock baby?”
Both you and Steve moan at his words, you moaning out a “mmhmm” as best you can around his cock.
“Shit look at our dirty fucking girl, Stevie,” he continues, stomach muscles contracting from his fast approaching orgasm whenever you gag and moan around his length.
Eddie throws his head back as he feels you bob your head in time with his thrusts, taking him deeper in your throat than he thought you would be able to.
“Jesus Christ sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up,” he almost whimpers breathlessly. The moan that leaves your lips at his statement is pornographic, sending Eddie hurdling faster towards his orgasm.
“You like that huh? Want me to cum in this slutty throat?” He asks, and he’s met with more moans and gags.
He cant take it anymore, your mouth feels absolutely sinful. He grabs your hair harder, still trying his best to be gentle with you but failing slightly. He makes the mistake of looking down, he’s met with your half closed, beautiful eyes staring up at him as his cock disappears between your lips and the image of Steve being completely lost in your pussy, rutting shamelessly against the bed as his hand grips your thigh.
Those two things are what finally sends him hurdling over the edge.
“Oh god just like that y/n, oh fuck, m’gonna — I’m gonna fucking cum, shit-” Eddie cums with a silent moan, hips stilling completely, one first balled by his side, the other tangled in your hair. It takes everything in him to keep still while you gladly milk him dry with your mouth, moaning at the taste.
When Eddie feels his orgasm subsiding he quickly pulls out of your mouth with a pop, the feeling verging on overstimulating.
The feeling of Eddie’s thick ropes of cum covering your tongue and sliding down your throat are enough to bring you to the brink of your second orgasm of the night. As soon as Eddie’s cock leaves your mouth you throw your head back, moans and whimpers now free to spill past your swollen lips.
Eddie bends down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, tasting himself on your tongue as you moan into each other's mouths. You break away as Steve starts to suck on your clit, hard, your hand coming down to tangle in his caramel locks as you make eye contact with the sweet boy between your legs.
“Oh fuck, Steve I’m so close,” you practically scream, “Your tongue is so good, fuck your fingers are so thick it’s so good, fuck you’re stretching me out so good baby.”
Steve and Eddie moan at your words, surprised but pleased with how wrecked they’ve gotten you, so much so that you finally seem to have no problem telling them exactly how you feel. All previous anxieties melted away as your brain fogs and your legs start to shake.
They can tell you’re right on the edge. Eddie leans down slightly, bracing you with a hand on your back to keep you upright as your arms start to wobble, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder as he mumbles encouragements and praises of ‘good girl, we’ve got you, come on and let go for us, make a mess of Stevies pretty face like you did mine.’
Your orgasm crashes into you and you soak Steve's face with a pleasured scream. Your whole body shakes and your vision blurs, you’re thankful for Eddie holding you up or else you feel as though you’d sink through the mattress.
Feeling you clench around his fingers and tasting your cum has Steve cumming as well, he hadn’t realised just how worked up he’d gotten until it was too late and he was cumming in his pants like a teenager. He groans into your cunt, continuing to lick and finger you through both of your orgasms.
“I think that’s enough Steve,” you both barely hear Eddie. Steve had gotten so lost in his own orgasm he hadn’t thought to ease you through yours, thankfully though, he hears Eddie enough and does stop, and you finally start to catch your breath.
You slowly start to open your eyes, blinking at the brightness, your vision finally focusing again. You see Steve between your legs still, resting his head on one of your thighs as he massages the other, staring up at you lovingly.
“Welcome back little one,” you hear Eddie whisper as he continues to plant soft kisses on your shoulder and rub your back.
“Hey,” you say with a giggle, “damn that was… intense.”
“It wasn’t too much?” Steve asks you.
“Definitely not,” you reply.
“Good,” Eddie replies for him. You all stay like that for a second, all basking in the afterglow of your orgasms and the boys letting you come down from your high further.
After a couple of moments you feel a slight change in Eddie’s demeanour. Unbeknownst to you Eddie had realised Steve had cum while eating you out. And there was no way Eddie was going to pass up the opportunity to ‘punish’ him for it.
“Now,” he starts, “can you move over here for me, gorgeous?” He asks, gently moving you up and over so you're now on one side of the bed instead of the middle, your head resting gently on the pillows.
You turn to get a better view of what Eddie’s planning, grabbing a pillow and hugging it between your arms, resting on your stomach with one leg bent, your chin dipping into the pillow in your arms.
Steve was quick to hop up when Eddie moved you, now sitting on his knees, his hands resting perfectly on his thighs. He looks almost submissive, you think, no doubt sensing the change in Eddie too.
Eddie crawls back over to the younger man, kneeling in front and towering over him, using his pointer finger to tilt Steve’s head back to look him in the eyes.
“Poor little Stevie,” he says with a fake pout, “cumming in his pants like a teenager again from the pretty sounds our y/n was making huh?”
You don’t miss how your heart leaps at Eddie calling you our y/n, but you’re way more preoccupied on the fact that you made the Steve Harrington cum in his jeans.
“You did?” You ask in surprise, sitting up as much as your laxed body will let you.
Steve nods sheepishly in return, avoiding eye contact as his head drops. Eddie is quick to grab his chin harshly, forcing Steve’s eyes back on him “She asked you a question,” he hisses.
“Yes, I did.” Steve says, eyes never leaving the metalheads black orbs.
Eddie tuts in return, “What are we gonna do with you huh?” He asks rhetorically, “Lie down.”
Steve obeys quickly, coming to lie next to, but still slightly away from you. You’re completely hypnotised by the dynamic and how they're acting. You’ve heard all of their stories of doing scenes where they’re ‘dominant’ or ‘submissive’, but seeing what you’re pretty sure is Eddie being Dominant while Steve is Submissive for him is something entirely different.
If it didn’t feel like your whole lower body was numb, you know you’d be feeling your heartbeat in your core at the sight in front of you.
You watch as Eddie undoes Steve’s jeans, pulling them and his boxers down in one go, Steve’s half hard, sticky length resting against his tight stomach. Steve whines as it comes in contact with the cool air, finally free from the confines of his tight jeans after what seems like hours.
Eddie is quick to take Steve firmly in his grasp, slowly tugging on him as Steve hisses, whimpers and squirms under his touch.
“Shit, Eddie, fuck, ‘s sensitive,” Steve whines out, trying to squirm away from Eddie’s grip.
“Ah ah baby,” Eddie tuts, snaking his other hand around Steve’s back, circling his hips and pulling him back closer, holding him down. He leans out and spits on the head of Steve's dick, the drool dripping down onto Eddie's fingers as he continues to pump Steve.
Eddie slowly licks the head of Steve’s length, groaning at the leftover taste of his cum before suckling lightly on the head. Steve continues to squirm. Even the light touches making him thrash in Eddie’s hold.
Eddie finally starts to take Steve in his mouth, causing Steve’s hands to shoot out. One almost ripping a hole in your bed cover, the other trying to pull Eddie off by his hair.
Eddie pulls off of Steve with a chuckle, grabbing Steve;s hand and holding it still by his side with the arm that's still behind Steve’s back.
“God you’re such a fucking brat, hold still,” Eddie hisses. The words give you butterflies and they're not even directed towards you.
You watch as Eddie continues to suck Steve off, their moans and Steve's whimpers completely hypnotising but as you continue to watch them interact you can’t help the annoying words of self doubt that start to creep into your mind.
The smile on Eddie's face when he was telling Steve what to do and the look on Steve’s face as it contorts in so much pleasure, as he’s giggling and whining and moaning at the overstimulation. It seems carefree, like they are not having to hold back with each other, like they know the other person can actually handle what they're doing, not having to check in every 5 seconds because they know the other would be able to tell them to stop if needed.
It looks fun. So much more fun than what they’ve been doing with you.
Steve cries out as Eddie lightly plays with his balls, his second orgasm fast approaching. They can feel your eyes glued to them, knowing your watching only egging them on more, adding to the pleasure they are both feeling. God, they can’t wait to do this with you, but they know you need some more time before they can.
They don’t care though, they're willing to wait for as long as you need.
You watch as Steve’s hips start to meet Eddie’s pace, thrusting fast into his mouth. You watch in awe as Eddie hardly even gags, managing a lot better than you did. You look at how much more Steve is enjoying this, so much more than when Eddie had to hold back to show you how to suck Steve’s dick. How boring is it going to be for them when they take your virginity?
“Fuck, Eddie I’m gonna cum, you want it huh? Wanna taste my cum?” Steve tries to tease, earning himself a smack on the thigh from Eddie. The sting only turns him on more.
“Shit, yeah like that, exactly like that, oh my go-,” Steve cries out as he cums, thrashing even more in Eddie’s grip as he fights away and towards the pleasure. Eddie gives Steve mercy, barely sucking on him and stopping as soon as he’s sure Steve’s finished cumming.
Eddie is quick to crawl up to Steve, crashing their lips together in a sloppy kiss. You watch behind hooded eyes as they swap fluids between their mouths, the pink of Steve’s tongue poking out to lave at Eddie’s, swallowing drops of his own cum.
Steve’s the first to break away, “Okay that’s enough, fuck,” he pants, flopping back onto the bed, “gonna make me pass out Eds.”
Eddie hops up, stretching as he chuckles at you both, tired and spent on the bed.
“C’mon,” he murmurs fondly, tapping Steve’s thigh, cocking his head in your direction “we gotta get this one to bed.”
They both look at you as you give them a tired smile, all negative thoughts gone from your head as their kind eyes meet yours. It's much easier to just be here with them anyway, for now at least.
“‘M’not even tired,” you slur purposely with a giggle.
“Mhmm sure, sure,” Eddie replies, coming around your side of the bed before picking you up bridal style, laughing at the small scream you let out as he picks you up.
“Eddieeee,” you complain half heartedly, wrapping your arms around him and snuggling into his neck as he starts to walk you down your hallway to the bathroom “I can walk myself.”
“Honestly princess I don't know if you can.” He tuts.
“Yeah, I mean I did make you cum pretty hard, way harder than Eddie did at least,” Steve teases as he follows you both. Yours, his and Eddie’s pjs in his hands. Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve playfully as you giggle at their teasing, squealing as Eddie pops you down on the cold bench.
“Eds, ‘s cold,” you pout.
“I know baby just one sec, gotta get the shower ready for you.”
As soon as Eddie and Steve decide that the shower is the perfect temperature (with more bickering of course) they pop you on your feet, being extra doting as they make sure you can stand and taking their time to wash your body and hair for you.
As much as you try to bury it, your insecurities arise again, thinking about how much more wrecked you are compared to Steve and how he doesn’t need his body washed for him because his arms feel like jelly.
Unbeknownst to you, Eddie and Steve are absolutely loving this. Getting to touch your body, pamper you, be soft with you. It feels just as soothing to them as they hope it does to you. It’s something they never get when they are working: intimacy. It’s fun and they always unwind with the actors after, to make sure everything was okay and they enjoyed themselves but it's not like this. It's not with you.
You all crawl into your bed after the shower. Getting cosy with each other just like you did last time. Eddie on his side facing you and Steve, you in the middle again, your head against Eddie’s chest and Steve’s head just above yours on Eddie’s arm, almost tucked under Eddie’s chin, his arm slung tightly over your waist. Eddie’s arm that’s under Steve’s head is bent as he plays with Steve’s hair, his other hand resting on the side of your face, playing with your hair and stroking your cheek, soothing both of you.
It doesn’t take long for you and Steve to drift off to sleep, Eddie still playing with both of your hair. He watches you both, fondness and sadness settling in his stomach.
He cares about you both so much, never wanting these moments with you both to end. But he knows they have to, he knows one day these moments will end for good. When he and Steve have shown you all they can. When your confidence is up and you finally find someone who treats you right, someone you deserve. And when Steve finds another girl who loves him better than Nancy ever could.
He knows you’ll both move on from this, from him some day. Eddie knows he should move on from this too, but how could he? When the only things he's ever wanted are cuddling up to him as they sleep softly in his arms.
*****
You sigh in frustration, pulling a pillow over your head and letting out a groan. You peek out from under it to see the time, your clock reading 12:03am, way past when you wanted to go to sleep… and meaning you’ve been trying to make yourself cum for over 2 hours.
This is the third time you’ve tried to make yourself cum after your last encounter with the boys last week. The week before was so easy, you were able to make yourself cum in no time and practically whenever you wanted thanks to the boys (and the memory of their pretty moans).
But now, everytime you start to get close your head, of course, wanders to the sight of Steve’s cock shoved down Eddie’s throat. A sight which would have had you cumming in 30 seconds in the past but instead it just raises those awful thoughts of how much more fun they seemed to have without you. How much easier it was for them to just have fun together without having to worry. How it must be so boring with you.
You admit your defeat, getting yourself dressed and dramatically flopping back into bed. Your mind swims with a billion thoughts. You’re nervous about seeing them again tomorrow, even more so because of how weird the morning after was.
Something was off. Mainly with Eddie, you couldn’t put your finger on what but he just didn’t seem like the overly flirty, annoyingly confident, super sweet guy he usually was. Steve had noticed it too, finally asking Eddie what his deal was.
“Just tired I guess,” he’d replied with a shrug, “Didn’t completely pass out like you two, I mean I only got to cum once last night.” He had joked, with not enough enthusiasm in his voice.
You remember slumping in your seat, thinking of how much more fun he would have had if you weren’t so tired, maybe you could’ve made him cum again, or made him cum harder if you’d sucked his dick better or if only you could’ve made him cum again as you rode him.
You push your palms into your eyes. Trying to squeeze the negative thoughts out of your brain.
It doesn’t help that you never really talked about what to expect tomorrow. You’d tried to bring it up and Steve had seemed keen to talk about it but the conversation never really went anywhere. The idea of the next time being you losing your virginity had been floated around but nothing had really been decided. But they hadn't said no.
The nerves of losing my virginity tomorrow, maybe, must just be getting the better of me, you decided. Yes you're obviously less experienced than them but they knew that from the start. They knew what it was going to be like with you and they agreed, they wanted this.
A thought you’d been reasoning with all week. One that at least seems to help you finally get some rest. A thought that seems to be overcome by your insecure thoughts as soon as you wake up.
You finally close your eyes, sleep slowly pulling you in as you hold on to one thing: Surely they’d tell you if they weren’t enjoying it anymore, right?
*****
Steve jumps into Eddie’s van with an extra pep in his step, overly excited to spend another fun night with his two favourite people. He greets Eddie with an excited hey man, but only gets a grunt of a hey in return.
“Whoa, what's up with you, cranky pants?” Steve teases, face turning serious when Eddie doesn’t reply, instead keeping his eyes strained on the road.
“Hey, Eddie,” he tried again, softer this time, worry evident in his voice, “talk to be babe, what's wrong?”
Eddie doesn’t miss how Steve calling him babe sets butterflies off in his stomach. Butterflies that die and wither in the depths of his chest when he thinks about what he’s about to say next.
“It’s just… all wrong,” Eddie whispers, the right words not coming to him.
“What's ‘all wrong’?” Steve replies, tone serious and soft as he places his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, waiting patiently as Eddie tries to gather his thoughts.
“Just this whole arrangement, it’s… just not how it was supposed to go.” Eddie tries to explain, hoping Steve won’t make him say it.
“I understand, it’s moving too fast huh?” Steve tries, thinking he’s understanding what Eddie means.
“Yeah I mean, I guess.” Eddie sighs, Steve’s just not quite getting it, “I just wanted things to be different with her and w-with you.”
Eddie holds his breath, hoping Steve is understanding now.
“I understand Eddie,” Steve whispers, “just tell her how you feel, I’m sure she won’t mind.”
“Really?” Eddie asks, he thought Steve would be more upset about him wanting to stop, “You’re sure she won’t be mad?”
“Of course not Eddie!” Steve replies, “ Trust me she won’t mind”. I mean what’s another week Steve thinks… still not quite getting what Eddie means.
*****
You race to the door like you always do, excited to see your boys but also nervous that if you don’t get this over and done with you’ll end up pretending you aren't home. The nerves from last night still swimming around in your head.
As you open the door you throw yourself into Steve’s arms as he was closest to the door, him returning the hug with the same enthusiasm. However when you go to hug Eddie it feels like you’re hugging a brick wall. You step back from him awkwardly, looking at the way too forced smile on his face.
“Hey, are you okay?” You ask sweetly, and god it almost kills him, knowing you have no idea what's about to come.
“Yeah, fine.” He says unconvincingly. He’s about to tell you but it seems wrong, he needs a second to collect himself first. “Just, um, need to go to the bathroom.” He grumbles at himself, slightly shoving past you and down the hall.
You look at Steve, confused.
“Is he okay?” You ask.
“Yeah he’s alright, he um, we just need to talk to you honey.” He says sweetly, too sweetly, and with a hint of condescension.
Oh no.
Your mind goes full throttle on all of the horrible insecure thoughts you’ve been having for the past week. We need to talk. You knew it, you knew they were sick of you!
Okay, okay, you tell yourself, it’s probably nothing, just hear them out. Trying your best to try and calm down before you have a full blown panic attack.
Steve can tell you’re getting nervous, he’s about to lead you over to the couch, reassure you, he’ll you can’t down so you can all talk about this calmly but Eddie comes back before he has a chance.
“This needs to stop.” Is all Eddie says as he enters the room, arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face.
When those words leave Eddie’s lips you feel weirdly calm, you were right, they are sick of you. All of the insecure voices stop, why would you need them now anyway when they were right all along.
You just scoff at him, mirroring his body language.
“J-just for like the week though right?” Steve asks, confused, this isn’t what he thought Eddie meant in the car.
“No,” Eddie replies, “I mean for good.”
Steve is surprised and a bit hurt, but if Eddie isn’t comfortable doing this anymore then yes they should probably stop.
They both look at you, waiting for your reaction.
“I fucking knew it,” you finally reply with a roll of your eyes.
“You knew it?” Eddie replies with some malice in his voice, confused as to why this is your reaction. He didn’t want to hurt you but he had hoped there was some part of you that was as upset about this stopping as he was.
“Yeah. I knew you guys were getting fucking bored, I could tell cause you were using your porn star ‘acting’ on me”. Okay, ouch, that was maybe too far. But right now you didn’t care. How could you care when the two people you cared about most were standing in front of you and telling you all the horrible things you had been thinking were true.
They don't want you.
“Pornstar acting?” Eddie practically spits.
“Yeah,” you continue, on a roll now and being consumed by your anger, “I could tell you were faking it; you’re both not that good.”
They both look at you, shocked and a little hurt. You start to feel bad but before you can apologise Eddie opens his big mouth again.
“Yeah? Well you didn’t seem to be complaining about our ‘pornstar acting’ when you were fucking screaming our names.”
“Eddie,” Steve tries, trying to stop this before it gets too out of control, but Eddie interrupts him.
“Besides, do you think anyone else would do this with you? Who else would’ve taken care of you like how I’ve had to all these years?” His anger completely taking over at your completely unfair reaction.
“I knew it!” You practically scream, “I knew you resented having to ‘take care of me’ all those years in highschool! I wish you never had then!” You mean that you wish Eddie wouldn't have if he was just going to resent you for it, but to Eddie it sounds like you wish you hadn’t been friends for all these years, that you regret his friendship.
“Oh really?” Eddie retaliates, “Who were you gonna hang out with instead? King Steve?”
Steve looks at Eddie in shock, how is any of this his fault?
You scoff at him again, “At least I wouldn't have had to hang out with the freak.”
That statement shoots right to Eddie’s heart, completely ripping it to shreds. He was right, he really was just a third wheel, this whole time. No wonder you were so nervous to hang out with Steve all those years ago. He was a fool to think that maybe he had a chance, you were friends for all of highschool, if you wanted him you would have made a move, gave some sort of indication you felt the same, but you never did.
“Yeah and Steve and his fuckwits were better?” He asks, expression cold and unforgiving.
“At least I wouldn’t have been bullied everyday.”
“Yeah you would’ve been the bully!” Eddie shouts.
Steve, having been silent in shock this whole fight finally pipes up at that, hurt and anger running cold through his veins as well, “Whoa whoa, that’s not fair, we weren’t bullies?!”
“Yes you were!” Eddie and you shout at the same time.
“You and your whole group made my life awful,” you add, just to add to the pain from you that Steve was already feeling.
There's silence that seems to stretch on for eternity. You and Eddie are breathing heavily, angry at everyone and especially yourselves. Steve feels like he's standing on the outside, he’s tried for years to get rid of his reputation from highschool, he thought you and Eddie understood that.
“Don’t try to stand here and say that the only reason you never got fucked in highschool was because you hung out with me,” Eddie finally breaks the silence.
“That was all you baby,” Steve mumbles, eyes cast downward, the baby coming out like an insult.
What would he know? You think angrily.
“God I'm so sorry for having standards Steve and not wanting to be another one of your conquests or something.”
“Well at least you wouldn’t have been a fucking virgin in your twenties.” He spits back at you.
Too far Eddie thinks, his anger now being directed towards Steve, as if he knew what it was like for you and him during high school, “Oh yeah, and being one of the many girls you fucked and got rid of is better?”
Of course, Steve rolls his eyes, he can dish it out to her but as soon as I say one thing i'm the bad guy he thinks
“You're just pissed ‘cause you never made a move.”
‘Made a move’? What does Steve even mean by that? It's stupid, you know it is, but there's a little part of you that perks up at that, some part of your broken heart holds on to just a sliver of hope. Did Eddie want to make a move on you all those years ago?
“I would never do that.” Eddie says with no emotion, tone final. She's my best friend, she's so much more than that he should have added, but he didn’t. Instead it comes across like he's disgusted. Like the mere thought of ever asking you out makes him want to gag.
“Wow thanks Eddie, cause you’re such a catch,” you spit back.
Steve laughs at that, boy he really was wrong, he really felt like such a third wheel this whole time, he really thought you would’ve jumped to date Eddie given the chance but maybe not.
But of course Steve’s laugh comes across like he agrees, like he also thinks Eddie wouldn’t stand a chance with you. Eddie’s face falls at that. The look on his face making you just as mad with Steve.
“Don't act like you’re any better,” you retort. Like he wouldn’t have just flirted, seduced, fucked and left you if it wasn’t for Eddie.
“You’ve always been closer with Eddie! You only barely tolerated me for him.” Steve’s completely taken aback by that, is that how you really felt? All this time while you were one of Steve's closest friends you thought that he only tolerated you?
“That's not true.” He says through a clenched jaw.
“If it wasn’t for Eddie you would look at me like you look at all the other conquests, remember when we first met and you couldn’t stop flirting?” You ask, tone condescending, Steve does remember, “It was only when Eddie told you to stop that you actually treated me like a person.”
“What and Eddie was treating you like a person this whole time?” Steve shouldn’t say this, god he knows he shouldn’t, “The whole time through high school everyone thought you were fucking, anybody who even dared look at you was met with a deathstare from Eddie. He acted like you were his fucking property.”
What? You physically recoil backwards at his words. There’s no way anyone thought that right? You feel like you’re back in high school, everytime everyone looked at you weird, was that why? Because they thought you were just Eddie Munson’s slut?
Eddie sees red at Steve’s word and especially the reaction you had to them. “That's bullshit and you know it, Harrington. At least I’m not revelling in the fact that I finally get to fuck a virgin unlike all of those other easy girls you got with.”
Your head feels like it's spinning, you could be physically sick at their words. Is that a thing? Do people like ‘getting with virgins’? Is that all they saw this as?
“What, so I was just a fetish to you both this whole time?” You mean for it to come out angry but there’s a wobble in your voice, “You’re both fucking freaks.”
The insult hits harder for Eddie than it does Steve, who’s started to notice the cracks in your anger. Before he can think the words are spilling out of his mouth “At least I’m not a freak who's still a virgin in her twenties, it’s not cool to be such a cocktease at your age.”
That reignites a little bit of anger in you, enough for you to push down the tears that are threatening to fall for a little while longer. “At least I didn't flunk high school and have to become a pornstar in my twenties to get by. Is swinging your dicks around all you two are good at?”
Eddie and Steve look like you just punched them both in the face. They’ve had to deal with a lot of judgement from a lot of people for doing what they do, they’ve both lost friendships and relationships over this. But you were always there for them, the whole time and you never once judged them. Until now.
“God, you’re such a bitch,” Eddie sighs, shaking his head, “no wonder your last boyfriend dumped you.”
That. That was it. Right there. The last thing you could handle from them both as a single tear slipped down your cheek. Causing a tiny sliver of regret to wash over Eddie and Steve instantly.
“Get out,” you say, voice wavering as you try to keep it together, not wanting them to see you cry.
“What?” They both ask softly.
“I said get out.” You repeat, slightly more sure of yourself this time, “I don't want to see you, either of you anymore, being your friend has been painful enough.”
You don't mean to let that last part slip but you can’t stop it. It’s true, having to be so close to them yet so far, having to watch them flirt and go home with other girls, having to listen to their relationship troubles and about all of the films they’ve stared in, it’s been hell.
You thought you were doing a good job of pushing your feelings down this whole time, but deciding to fool around with them, to maybe lose your virginity to them, it was a mistake. Getting to touch them the way you’ve wanted to for years made all of your feelings arise. Yet you hadn’t realised just how much you were falling for them, not until they were yanked away from you once again. This time further than they had been before.
Your words don’t convey the emotions you were hoping they would, instead it sounded like you regretted being their friend because you didn’t like them, not because you were falling for them.
Eddie scoffs, “Don’t act like it’s been any easier for us.” You don’t realise it, but his words hold the same meaning as yours do. But instead, like yours, his words come across as a rejection.
It couldn’t have been easy being friends with someone as shy as you, someone as needy as you, someone who hangs on their every word and someone who is a loser virgin in their twenties is what you think Eddie means.
The rejection is enough for the dam to finally break, your bottom lip wobbling as you fail to try to stop your tears from flowing freely down your cheeks. Before you can stop yourself a sob rips it way out of you, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself for some sort of comfort.
You look so small, helpless and broken, they think. Looking at you, their girl, their y/n, being so distraught because of them, it makes them regret everything. They should've told you no, they should’ve figured out another way for you to lose your virginity, or maybe done it with less emotion. They should’ve stopped themselves from falling so hard for you and each other.
Eddie rakes his fingers through his hair in defeat. He feels helpless, he’d promised you all those years ago to protect you and he’d failed. He steps toward you slowly, hands out as if you were a scared little animal, and to be honest, you looked like one right now.
“Little one,” he whispers as he steps closer, hoping the old nickname will bring you some kind of comfort.
“Don’t.” You snap at him before he gets a chance to say anything else, finally meeting his eyes, the hurt written all over your face, “You don’t get to call me that anymore, I want you to leave.” You manage to say in between sobs.
“Honey,” Steve tries, both of them hating the thought of leaving you alone when you’re like this.
“Just get out!” You yell, arms flailing. You look at them both when they don’t move, “Please.” You whisper, eyes begging. You couldn’t bare to be around them for another second. The two people who have always made you calm and happy now just felt like an intrusion in your space. You needed them gone.
They finally nod, their shoulders slumping in defeat as they slowly make their way to the front door. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.
*****
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Post summary | After getting a little taste of why Eddie Munson has such a bad reputation, y/n can't help herself (and hates herself for it) when she goes back for more.
What to expect | Eddie being a dominant, selfish ass. 18 + so minors DNI.
Post Warnings | Pure Smut 18 +, Slapping, spanking, orgasm denial, F masturbation, choking, p in v, consensual forcing, forced A (Kinda) & degradation.
Word count | 4 K Word Count.
Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
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Authors Note | Those that were waiting, thank you & I hope you enjoyed this, I've had a hectic week so thank you for your patience 🌻 - I maybe or maybe not have set this up for a part 3 👀
Eddie smirked as his front door swung back with a loud smack, the thick cloud of heavy smoke swirled in my face as he pulled the cigarette from his lips, throwing it past me onto the dry grass outside his trailer.
“Y/n.” he sneered, leaning against the door frame. He was more relaxed here compared to the last time we met, in the comfort of his house, but he was still extremely guarded, his dark eyes watching my every move as I stood outside his front door in the dark, fiddling with my short skirt.
I had corned Dustin at his locker at school and forced him to give me Eddie’s address under the pretence of buying from him, but since I could barely stutter out the word ‘weed’, the kid had pressed his lips together and given me an embarrassed look. I’d blushed and ripped the paper from his hand that had a name and number quickly scrawled on it, and fled from the hall, shoving the note deep into my pockets while I prepared my plan of attack.
I’d fought with myself the entire drive over to the trailer park, telling myself that I was being an idiot for going back to him, questioning why I would even want to after the last time. But every night since it had happened, the feeling of Eddie’s hand wrapped around my throat and my hair while he had his way with me in the back of his van, forcing me to bend to his will in every way he wanted, had plagued me. Trickling into my mind at the worst times, during family dinners and tests in class. I had to cross my legs every time I seen Eddie at school because of the damn memories that came flooding back.
It had gone far enough.
I needed to do something about the growing need that was taking over my life.
I’d promised myself that it would be the last time, just to get it all out of my system and then I’d be done with Eddie Munson.
“Can’t stay away can you?” A slow smile that didn’t reach his eyes, spread across his face as he ran his gaze up and down my body. I crossed my arms over my chest self-consciously as I trembled under his stare.
“Why are you such a dick?” I snapped, hating his smug expression as he blocked the doorway, his tight shirt straining against his arms as he mimicked my stance.
“Because I have a huge one.” He retorted, laughing as my face dropped in surprise, my cheeks burned at his words.
“What? That’s what you’re here for isn’t it?” He bit when I didn’t respond, watching me as I swayed from side to side uncertainly.
“Drugs actually.” I countered, taking pleasure that I managed to catch him off guard. I shivered as the icy night air swirled around my thighs and up my skirt, riffling it up dangerously. I gulped as Eddie’s eyes watched the movement.
“You’re telling me that Hawkins Highs ‘Good Girl’ is here to buy drugs?” He scoffed, raising his brows disbelievingly. I didn’t trust me voice to respond so I just nodded ferociously.
“Now are you going to be a gentleman and invite me in Munson?” I peeked over his shoulder at the messy living room behind him, taking note of the cassette tapes spread out across the couch.
“I thought you’d learned by now that I’m no gentleman y/n.” But he stood back from the door anyway, sweeping his hand in front of him as I stepped through. I hesitated in the middle of the room as he slammed it close behind me, brushing past me roughly down the hall. His wild hair blew out behind him as he took long strides away from me, calling out over his shoulder as I stayed rooted to the spot.
“Are you coming or what?” He shouldered his way through the room at the end of the hall, exposing colourful posters plastered on the wall behind him. I followed with slow steps as my heart hammered loudly in my chest and my slick palms slid across the hem of my skirt.
I distracted myself by looking around at the physical pieces of himself as I headed in after him, carefully avoiding the piles of clothes on the floor as he rifled through the top draw of his dresser. “Have you ever thought of being, I don’t know, nice… or gentle?” I asked softly, watching the outlines of his back muscles as he bent over.
“If you wanted nice or gentle… you wouldn’t have come to me. So stop fucking lying to yourself. Here.” He stood up straight and turned to me, tossing a small bag into my surprised hands. I tried to keep my face neutral as I turned over the little green buds in the plastic baggie, trying to act like I’d done this plenty of times before.
“You do know how to roll right?” He smirked as panic shot across my features.
‘Mhmm.” I lied.
Eddie sighed and crossed his room in seconds, ripping the bag from my grasp and wrapping his other hand around my arm tightly as he tugged me towards his desk. I stumbled as I tripped over discarded nudie mags and even more cassette tapes strewn across the floor. Eddie threw me into the side of the desk, the sharp corner of it stabbed into my hip and my arm throbbed as he let go of me.
He folded himself into the open chair, leaning back and raising his hips in the air slightly as he adjusted himself, swiping his arm across the tabletop to clear it as he placed the bag of weed in front of him.
“Sit.” His voice was stern as he nodded towards his lap, scowling as I hesitated with an outraged look on my face.
“Who the hell -.” I was cut off as his hand shout out to wrap around my wrist, yanking me down roughly so that I practically fell on top of him.
“I said sit.” I gasped quietly as I placed both my hands on his knees to rebalance myself, leaning forward on my toes so that I wasn’t pressed so tightly against his lap. My skirt was loose around my waist, so that it was just my underwear separating me from the roughness of his jeans. He wasn’t erect, but I could still feel him pressing up into my clothed slit, his belt buckle pushing into my ass.
“I don’t like repeating myself y/n. Don’t make me say it again.” His warm breath tickled my ear and sent a shiver down my spine as he leant closer to me, his arms snaked around my waist as he reached out to grab the bag of drugs. Nerves flooded through me as the contoured lines of his body pushed into me from every angle, hiking up my breathing as the room became hotter.
“Just like this” His arm rubbed up and down against the side of my chest as he cut up some of the weed. I stopped breathing as I watched the veins in his hands flex back and forth as his deft fingers sprinkled the bud into a rolling paper. He leaned forward to rest his chin on my shoulder as he rolled the joint up. Blood rushed into my cheeks as I turned my head to the side slightly, seeing that he was already watching me.
“Are you paying attention?” I nodded meekly as my eyes flashed up from his parted lips to meet his briefly. He paused for a second as we stared at each other, electricity zapping in the space between us.
I cried out in pain as his free hand grabbed a fistful of my loose hair and wrenched me forward, turning my head back to the joint in his hand that he held close to my face.
“I said pay attention.” I whimpered as his grip tightened, and clenched the fabric of his jeans from where my hands where resting on his thighs beside me as my pain subsided into pleasure, letting him guide me forward slowly.
“Now, you need to lick it.” I listened without complaint this time, opening my mouth to let my tongue drag across the paper as he pushed my head forward. I looked up into the dirty mirror hanging on the wall in front of us, meeting his dark and heavy gaze in the reflection as my ass pushed into his hard boner.
Our harsh breathing was the only sound in the room for a weighted second before Eddie dropped the joint on the desk and pinned my jaw between his hand, pulling my face against his as I sat half turned in his lap. His plump lips assaulted mine as I melted into him, reaching up to twist my fingers in his curls. As I moaned his name against his mouth he bit my bottom lip hard enough that the metallic taste of my own blood swirled around my tongue.
I ripped myself from him in shock as he reached down to pull my leg over his waist so that I was straddling him. He smirked as he reached up to smear the blood across my lips, his rough fingers pushing against them painfully as I stared at his flushed face angrily, his dark eyes gleamed with excitement.
Without thinking, I pulled my hand back to slap him clean across his cheek, the sharp sound echoed off the walls as his face snapped to the side. I dropped my hand instantly as I realised what I’d done, my blood running cold. Eddie cupped the side of his face, staring back at me in shock as he licked his lips.
“Bitch.”
“Eddie I-“ A resounding crack deafened me as the hand he was holding his red jaw check with, flashed across to backhand me. Blind spots danced across my vision as I cowered over, tears springing to my eyes as my ears rang and my raw skin stung. His strong hands circled around my upper arms to pull me up straight, pulling me forward against his chest as his dick twitched underneath me.
“Don’t ever put your hands on me like that again y/n. Or I’ll make you regret it. If you can’t handle me, then get the fuck out now.” Cold air bit at my arms as he dropped his grip, leaning back in the chair as he waited for me to leave. Something close to regret shot through my frame as he turned his head away from me, clenching his jaw as his eyes darkened.
I threw myself forwards against him, hopelessly pawing for attention as I kissed the underside of his jaw, pressing my lips against the red welt my hand had left as I traced my fingers over his shoulders and up into his hair. He sat as still as a stone-cold statue, as the noises of my mouth against his warm skin echoed into the air.
I groaned as I nibbled at his ear lobe, moaning as I despairingly tried to erect some kind of response from him.
“Please.” I whined. With an animal like growl, Eddie groaned and gave in, turning his head to meet mine. His hands moved to my waist to grip my hips painfully, guiding me back and forth over his hard cock as I moaned against his lips that devoured me. The feeling of him was otherworldly, nothing like I had ever experienced. I had never physically needed something more.
I’d beg for him if I had to.
Like he was able to ready my mind, he snarled against my mouth. “I’m gonna have you begging all night y/n.”
“Do you-“ His words sent a thrilling shock through me, Eddie rolled my hips down onto his lap, making me gasp.
“Have any-“ I cried out as his lips moved to my neck, biting down painfully on my soft skin.
“Condoms this time?” I choked out in between the gasps of air as I broke apart from him to catch my breath.
His stilled under me as he pulled back to look at me, his dark eyes were burning with raw excitement as he laughed at me. I squirmed uncomfortably as I tried to stand up from him, hurt pulsing through me at the disgusted look on his face
“I knew you were a fucking whore.” He grinned, his arms snaking around my waist in an iron grip as I tried to leave.
“Don’t try to deny it y/n. I can feel you; you’re soaking my jeans from how wet you already are.” I hesitated as my words failed me, Eddie glared at me knowingly as he waited for me to argue it.
I was never a good liar in the best of times, and the way his hard body felt under me right now, his large strong hands gripping me to him as my pussy throbbed painfully each time he grinded his hard cock up into me through our clothes.
Fucking Jesus.
“I hate you Eddie Munson.”
“Join the club sweetheart.”
I gasped as he wrenched us up both from the chair, gripping onto his shirt as he stormed over to his bed. With rough hands he reached up to free my hands from around his neck, the air rushed from my lungs as I fell onto the covers painfully. Eddie smirked at me as he palmed his boner through his jeans.
“Look at you.” He scoffed as I raised myself up on my elbows to watch him rip his shirt over his head. The sight was even more glorious than last time, his Hellfire shirts did him no justice, he always looked skinny, but there was strong, intimidating and unyielding muscle under his soft skin.
“You’re pathetic.” He spat, running his eyes over my shivering frame as I sprawled across his bed, crossing my arms over my chest as the position left me feeling too open and vulnerable. His eyes were sharp and unblinking as he made slow, purposeful movements towards me, watching me with a sick sense of pleasure – like a predator corning its prey – as I scrambled away from him to the top of the bed. In a flash he trapped me beneath him, pushing all of his weight into me as the hot tips of his fingers skirted just above my skirt, he grabbed the hem of my shirt and tore it over my head, tossing it into a corner of his room as I gulped.
Without even looking at my exposed breasts, he jerked my hands above my head, Eddie looked at something above me as he leant up over me so that I had to stare up at him. I gasped as the cool metal circled around my wrists, the light clinking of the hand cuffs sounding in my ear as he trapped me against his bedhead.
“Now… you’re gonna take everything I do to you without whining, alright? You had your chance to walk away.” His eyes flashed and sent a stab of fear through me.
“Your body is mine.” He ran his gaze down my trembling frame as he spoke.
“And I’m going to use you how I want.” Silence rang loud as his admission hung in the air between us for a charged moment.
He ducked his head to bite my breasts, leaving red angry marks behind in his wake as I cried out and he made his way to my sensitive nipples, his warm wet tongue made circles around them as I moaned and wiggled under him, pulling against my restraints hopelessly.
An embarrassingly loud whimper of pleasure slipped past my lips as he grinded his harden cock against my pussy, making Eddie pull back to look at me with a smirk on his face.
I dropped my eyes as his dark stare sent a wave of heat through me.
“Awww.” He taunted, gripping my chin in his hand as he wrenched my face back to look at him.
“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” My eyes filled with tears as my lips trembled, Eddie’s gaze fell slowly from mine to watch my mouth. War waged within me as I thought about leaving, I didn’t know what it was about him that held me here, but there were a thousand alarm bells ringing in my head that warned me away from him.
“I don’t want to do this.” I snapped, pulling hands against the cuffs as they banged menacingly against each other, my tits bouncing with the movement, but the wet patch in my panties and the throbbing between my legs betrayed me.
He cocked his head to the side as he slowly removed his hand from my face and ran it down my body, slipping it up under my skirt and rubbing rough circles against my swollen clit.
“Yes you do.” He grinned, the wetness seeping out of my pussy coating his fingers.
“St- stop.” I gasped, arching up into his fingers as he buried them inside of me.
“You want me to stop?” He hovered over me as he rubbed between my legs with his thumb, pumping away as wet sounds filled the room in between his grunting and my loud moans. He tilted my head back, gripping my chin so I had no choice but to look at him.
I opened my mouth to speak but as he thrusted his arm further into me, I screamed out in pleasure.
“That’s what I thought. Spit in my hand.” He pulled himself from me to shove his hands down my throat as I stared daggers at him, using his free hand to quickly undo his belt as I choked on his fingers, the tangy taste of me swirling around my tongue as I gagged. Eddie’s hulking form towered over me and blocked out the little moonlight seeping through his bedroom window, I gasped as he pushed my legs apart and rubbed my saliva from his hand on my pussy. He tapped my ass and guided me upwards to allow room between our bodies, his free hand snaked down under my skirt to grab his cock, I watched him as he pointed it in the direction of my entrance.
He roughly ploughed forward into me, the long, thick length of him filling me up painfully as he grunted and pressed his forehead into mine, biting my lips as they fell apart in shock. A low murmur of a cry slipped out of me as he wrapped his arms around, moving our bodies together roughly.
“Fuck… you’re tighter than I’ve heard.” I stared at him with angry eyes through wild pieces of hair as my shoulders throbbed, my hands pulling at the restraints that held them there.
“Shut up Munson.” I snapped, chagrin flowing through me as my chest bounced outrageously beneath him.
“How do you think I knew you were a whore? I’ve heard the stories about you y/n. Not such a ‘Good Girl’ are you?” He groaned and swore as he grinded forward into me as far as he could go. “But I know none of those idiotic jocks are as big as me.” He grinned cockily, grunting into my neck as I wrapped me legs around him and dragged my nails across the skin of his back.
“You’re taking me so good y/n.” I blushed up at him in the dark through my lashes, watching his jaw clench as I caught my bottom lip between my teeth.
The handcuffs cut rang out as my hands slammed back and forth into the bed with each thrust Eddie fucked into me, his hands wrapped themselves in my hair as he buried me beneath him, the scent of him was everywhere as he pounded me into his mattress. Sweat, hair and lip-gloss got lost between us as I pressed my lips to his skin, biting down as he left bruises on my soft skin as he gripped me tightly.
“Wait, you put a condom on right?” I gasped as he pulled back to pinch at my breasts.
“You think I’d fuck you raw?” He scoffed, sitting up. My eyes flew down to his red, throbbing cock that glistened in my wetness, a drop of it dripping from the top of the plastic that covered him.
In a split second he flipped me over so that I was face down into his mattress, reaching over me to unlock the cuffs, I gasped as his intention hit me. Without missing a beat, he wrapped his hands around my hips and wrenched my pelvis backwards against his waist, his hard cock pressing against my drenched pussy, slipping in easily with a wet noise, his pace increased dangerously until he slipped out and thrusted back into the wrong place.
“Ow Eddie OW.” I shot forward into the pillows as I withered in pain, but he shot forward to lean over me, pressing back in against me.
“That felt fucking good, c’mere.” I struggled to turn on my back away from him as he tried to slide back into me, my ass throbbing in sharps pains.
“Eddie I’m being serious, stop it.” I held my breath as I half waited for him to ignore me, but he just groaned like he was a child I was denying his favourite toy, his hands snaking back to my waist as he thrusted deep back into my pussy, the tears brimmed in my eyes stained his pillows.
The friction between our bodies was starting to hurtle me towards the familiar desired edge of ecstasy, Eddie must have recognised the sounds tumbling from my lips because his hands tightened on my hips as his paced turned into a frenzy.
“Eddie I’m gonna c-“
“Wait.” He commanded, slamming into me as I cried into his pillow, my shoulder pressed into the mattress painfully as I reached between my legs to rub my clit intensely. He smacked my hand away as I faltered on the edge of exploding, burrowing my head down as I groaned in frustration.
His last few thrusts finally hurtled me over the edge as I convulsed and clenched around his cock still throbbing inside of me, his pants of pleasure and exhaustion sounded far away as my orgasm crippled me and roared in my ears.
He laughed at my expression, pulling himself from me and falling against the pillow next to me, turning away to grab a cigarette from the pack on his bed side. I slumped into his sheets, face down, as the wave of ecstasy slowly faded and the familiar, sickening feeling of being used settled in the pits of my stomach.
I turned my head to face him as he lit up his cigarette. “Why are you so mean?”
He blew a cloud of smoke above us. “I treat people how they treat me.”
I paused while I considered his words. “I don’t treat you like that.”
He swung his head around to meet my gaze, his dark eyes searching for something in mine. “Yeah well, you’re full of surprises y/n. I didn’t think you were like this.”
“Yeah well, I wish I could say the same thing about you Eddie.” I retorted, my mixed feelings towards his abrasiveness fighting each other, now that I was swimming in the bliss of an orgasm aftermath, my logical was painfully clear and the reasonable side of the argument was winning now.
There was a hollowed pause as the only sound was our beathing starting to even.
“….I wasn’t always like this.” He admitted, the hardened cocky tone slipping from his voice.
“You weren’t?”
“No y/n, I wasn’t…” He trailed off before the words tumbled from his lips, rushing out like he was worried he wouldn’t get another chance to say them.
“But when our hometown decides I’m some satanic, devil worshipping, trailer trash, no goodteenager. Well… figured I may as well live up to my reputation.” My mouth fell open as I saw the world from Eddie’s eyes.
He coughed and sat up, shaking his thick head of curls “Now did you want the drugs, or did you get what you came for?”
As his dark, sparkling eyes stared me down unblinkingly, nerves and panic twisted through me as I battled over the truth that I had been lying to myself about for the past week.
I’d already developed an addiction.
And nothing was going to save me from it.
“I got what I came for…” I mumbled, shuffling to the edge of the bed in the dimness, sliding an oversized random shirt over my head as I hurried to escape, preparing myself to never darken Eddie’s doorstep again.
His warm hand shot out to trap my wrist in a firm grip, his husky voice reverberated around the room as I turned to meet his eyes glinting in the darkness.
“You don’t have to go.”
Part Three
Also Readers - if anyone is looking for a slow burn Eddie x y/n, check out my Opposite Ends series.
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Series Summary | Eddie’s a cocky outcast with soft heart and a dominant side, a perfect mixture for the cold hearted ice queen to fuck out her frustrations with.
What to expect | No use of y/n, Porn with some plot (kinda), Slight enemies to lovers, Mean reader, Cocky Eddie, Dom Eddie, Sub reader, Eddie playing the hero, fucking out frustrations
Post warnings | Fem oral, M oral, Consent kink, Belt usage, Spitting, Slapping, Voyerism, Choking, Face fucking, Begging, Cream pie, Unprotected S, After care, bullying, drug use, swearing
Word count | 4.4 k
Authors Note | *play slim shady*, yes I am back, I was never truly gone. Shoutout to those that read this, if you’ve been a follower of mine, just know I appreciate you and I’m back for you. Ghosting reason here 💗🫠
(yes the monster dog is is Dart - enjoy the Easter egg)
Any & All comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿
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“Did you fucking see that?”
As I rounded the bleachers, the smell had tipped me off to the presence of Hawkins High oldest student before his grunt of shock and swearing had. My hand shot up to cover my nose from the swirling clouds puffing from the corner of his mouth, the fabric of my shirt pressed against my lips as I followed his line of sight.
I blinked through the new onslaught of tears brought on from the stinging haze of the weed, mixed with the stained ones against my cheeks, at the distant figures darting through the trees that outlined the edge of the school field.
“It’s just some middle schoolers messing around.” I coughed, quickly wiping at the corner of my eyes as I watched the dark hair of Nancy Wheelers brother, disappear after his friends.
“No I swear it was some sort of monster dog… whatever.” Eddie Munson shook his head and snapped his jaw shut as he listened to how crazy his own words sounded, dropping his joint to the soft ground beneath him as he squished the red hot cherry to ash with his shoe.
“I see you’re working hard to pass your second attempt at senior year.” My tone was surprisingly icy, even for me. Eddie pushed himself away from under the bleachers, striding out into the full sunlight until his dizzying height was towering over me, his face full of contempt. I’d turned away as he’d closed the distance between us, but I caught his glimpse of surprise as he noticed the splotches on my cheeks.
“I didn’t think my attendance record was any of the ice queens business.” His voice drawled off as I snapped my neck back to face him, expecting him to lower his gaze.
Eddie stared me back down unflinchingly, and suddenly I was filled with embarrassment that he didn’t shy away and my tears were on full display. Not that I’d asked for the reputation of being a cold hearted bitch, but I had grown accustomed to it after being branded with the title in my freshman year.
I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked me in the eyes and not flinched or looked away eventually, and here he was with a smirk playing around on the corner of his lips while I tried and failed to hold back tears.
“Piss off Munson.” I spat, twisting away from him as I wrapped my arms around my chest. I’d never had an actual conversation with the outcast metal head before, everyone else seemed to think he was dangerous. No good. Bad news.
It made me realise how shallow and single track minded everyone in this town really was. Did they really think that this soft haired, wide brown-eyed boy who collected bullied freshman to protect them, was some kind of devil worshiper who would sacrifice them if they even dared to look his way?
If I hadn’t of been so consumed with my anger towards Steve Harrington, I would have been surprised at how much attention I apparently paid Eddie, that I’d somehow seen past the drug usage and cut off vest to the kind soul beneath it, considering my acknowledgment of his existence never extended past coincidental looks in class.
“Only if you tell me who pissed you off first…” Eddie dug around in his jacket pocket until he pulled a cigarette from the depth of it, keeping his eyes on mine and taking longer than necessary to light it as I contemplated his question.
I traced the outline of his frame as he bent his head low to the flame, taking a deep breath as I tried to even my voice. Eddie shook his hand that gripped the lighter as I fought back the foreign urge to tell everything to him, narrowing my eyes at him like it was his fault I was strangely comfortable around him.
I couldn’t see how telling him would be a bad thing, he loathed Steve and his idiot friends even more than I did, and I was sure the whole school would hear about it by lunch, Eddie included.
“… Steve the hair Harrington asked me on a date, when I told him ‘no’, that asshole Tommy has made it a fact that I gave them both blowjobs behind the boys toilet before school this morning.” I paused to let it sink in, admiring the way Eddie barely flinched.
“At the same time.” His couldn’t contain his reaction this time, his eyes widening as he coughed on his cigarette smoke and pounded his chest.
“Even took it upon himself to spray paint it on the sign so everyone could see it when they walked in.” My nails bit deep enough into my palms until I wrenched them open with a gasp of pain, suddenly regretting my decision to say something, almost like I didn’t want to disappoint Eddie.
“… And did you?” His voice was filled with curiosity and his eyes watched me with judgment before his hands flashed up to his chest, backing away from me like I was a dangerous animal.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Of course not.” I scoffed, pissed at myself for thinking he’d have more sense than the rest of the sheep at our high school.
“You’re a virgin?” He grinned, attempting to ease the tension as I blushed without permission.
“I’m not a whore, but I’m definitely not a virgin.” I grunted through my teeth. Eddie’s smile widened impossibly further at my admission, nodding to himself.
“You seem frustrated, wanna roll up and relax a bit?” I waited for the disgust to flare up since I’d never touched weed before or had any interest to do so, but my snappy retort died on my tongue as the sunlight glinted off the chain around his wrist, catching my attention to how strong and deft his fingers looked as a whole body shiver rolled over me. I swallowed hard as unwarranted thoughts of how I could get my frustrations out, ran rampant in my mind.
“I’ve just never seen you show any emotion before.” He shrugged, taking my silence as a no. Eddie breathed in a long draw of his smoke as I rounded on him, shaking my head free of thoughts I’d never expected to associate with Eddie Munson, but I shoved whatever feelings were fluttering between my legs to deal with later. If what he’d said had come from anyone else, I wouldn’t have even thought twice about it being a dig at me. But his voice was genuine and his carefully guarded face hinted at concern for me.
But fact that we’d both been slammed with unearned reputations, didn’t save Eddie from my false one. I only faltered on my surprise that Eddie had seemed to pay just as much attention to me as I had to him, before my harsh words broke the space.
“Not all of us have smoked away all of our brain cells to the point we had to repeat senior year Munson, some of us are still smart enough to have an emotional range.” His wall went up faster than mine ever could, a glare of loathing sliding into place on his handsome features.
“Yeah, and not all of us were born bitches.”
I could feel his eyes on my back the entire time it took me to cross the field back towards the orange bricked school building, hating my reputation - and the way I undoubtedly deserved it - for the first time ever.
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The feeling of a hundred pairs of eyes on me had never bothered me before, whatever whispers and rumours spread behind my back, rarely made it to my ears. But my anger had been poked and prodded by everyone and every interaction today, so by the time that Tommy. H, Steve and his normal crew walked past me at my open locker at the end of the day, whispering Whore loud enough to be heard by everyone at either ends of the corridor, I snapped.
I slammed my locker hard enough to break it off its hinges, twisting around to face them with my lash of words burning on the tip of my tongue. It slipped into loud laughter as Tommy tripped backwards over Eddie’s outstretched ankle, crying out in pain as Eddie reached down to yank him to his feet.
“Sorry about that dude, didn’t see you.” Eddie’s teeth flashed brilliantly under the fluorescent hallways lights, but his eyes were cold as he brushed non-existent dirt roughly off Tommy’s shoulders. Steve tugged his ass of a friend away from his grip as they half jogged down the hallway, muttering the exhausted insult of ‘freak’. I didn’t blame them, considering Eddie had had to lean away from his locker and extend his leg halfway across the hall to trip him over.
His amused smile followed them until he turned back and caught my questioning eye, nodding at me like I owed him some kind of thank you.
I pressed my lips together and returned the slightest nod, it was as much appreciation I could offer, considering they had forgotten about me and their bullying in their rush to escape Eddie. I’d dropped my gaze from his, but I heard him slam his locker shut a little too forcefully, flooding shame through me that he’d stood up for my honour in his own way and I’d brushed it off like it was nothing.
My skin prickled as he stormed past me, close enough that the tail end of his jacket brushed the bare skin of my legs, by the time I’d swallowed my own pride and emptied my books out of my arms, I looked up just in time to catch the glimpse of the handkerchief in his back pocket disappearing around the corner of the back exit.
I didn’t think it through before I let my legs carry me after him, my panties dampening in success as my body’s urges outweighed my logical side. I swore under my breath as I caught the door swinging back, slipping through it as I peered after him striding back towards the bleachers.
His long legs strode across the entire length of the field in seconds as I sped up to catch him, waving away the clouds of smoke that drifted behind him and clung to my clothes.
“What are you doing here?” Eddie rounded on me like he knew I’d followed him, no sign of surprise anywhere on his face as I rocked back on my heels, fidgeting with the waist band of my shorts.
“You offered to smoke with me right?” I glanced over my shoulder to see that the car park was thankfully quickly dwindling of lingering students.
“Sure.” Eddie’s voice was thick with contempt, and low as his eyes followed the curve of my legs. “But I’m not giving you what you actually came for if you smoke that.”
My stomach flipped and then dropped, the slightly false confidence slipping. I hadn’t perfected the art of seduction, but I hadn’t counted on Eddie’s unfaltering confidence either, I barely knew why I thought fucking out my frustrations with the school freak was going to be anything but a bad idea, so I couldn’t see how he’d know it’s what I’d followed him for.
I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat as Eddie narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side, waiting to see if I’d push through.
“Why not?” I cringed at how small my voice sounded, submissive.
“Because consent is important to me. Especially with the kind stuff you’re into.” He let me escape from his gaze and he flicked the butt of his cigarette away, pausing for a moment to give me one last chance to back out.
“You have no idea what I’m into.” I took a small step forward towards him as a glimpse of the real me broke through for a moment, shielding us further from any prying eyes as I slipped into the shadows of the bleachers. It was all Eddie seemed to need, he moved faster than I did to close the gap between us, his ring clad hand encircling around my throat like he’d done it a hundred times before.
“I can tell exactly what you want.” His fingers tensed around my skin threateningly, sending a tingle to spread across it like fire, the corners of his mouth pulled up at my reaction. I could practically hear his ego inflating as I leaned into his hold.
“Do you want this?” His grip loosened ever so slightly and he stroked the underside of my jaw, his brown eyes prying into mine for the slightest sign of hesitation.
I nodded, hearing the last of the back firing engines roll out of the car park. My knees began to shake from anticipation, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and press my lips against his plump ones, only just now noticing how perfect they were. My gaze moved across the rest of his features, narrowing my eyes at how well they fit together.
Eddie really was handsome, him being an outcast had to be by his choice, because if it wasn’t for the whole satanic rumours and mid lunch outbursts, I was sure he’d have his pick of girls.
I scowled at the thought.
“Say it out loud.” Eddie’s fingers dug into my throat until I struggled to breathe, choking on my words.
“They’re already spreading stories that I’m a whore. I want to give them something to tell.”
Butterflies swirled in my stomach at the look on his face, moving down between my thighs as the truth rung in my words. Eddie’s free hand weaved through my hair as he trapped me against him, his rough clothes rustling against my body as he walked me backwards, slamming me against the cold metal of the bleachers.
He tasted of tobacco and weed, and a hint of mint toothpaste as he forced my mouth open with his, breathing me in deeply as my hands felt around me blindly for something to hold onto. I gripped the exposed bars that held up the seats above our heads, Eddie’s groan drowned out mine as he gripped the back of my neck, allowing him more access into my mouth as he pressed every hard line of his body against mine.
With each inch his hands closed around my neck, the more he took control, smiling against my face as he felt me give myself over to him.
“I bet you’re fucking soaking, show me how wet you are.” I shuddered against Eddie’s touch as his fingers swiftly moved from the side of my neck, pressing down my skin as he cupped the sides of my breasts, he paused there as he pinched at both nipples until they were embarrassingly hard under my shirt.
Eddie bit down on my lip and pulled back with a smirk as I trembled and whimpered, arching my hips up against his hand as he traced his fingertips along my waistband, teasing me as he watched me beg for him.
Eddie angled his legs against mine as he allowed me to grind down on his cock, as hard as I’d ever seen any boy and dripping with enough pre cum it had stained through his jeans. I moaned at the pleasure the feeling of my clit pressed again him shot through me.
At the slightest friction between our bodies, I could feel the wetness between my thighs double, but it wasn’t enough.
“Please Ed-“ He cocked his head closer to my face as he left light bites under my ear.
“Please what?” I could hear the grin in his voice, thick with need but he had his in control, I had become completely undone. I couldn’t even the remember the reason I’d followed him out here. Only the feeling of his body on mine and how it wasn’t enough.
“Please touch me.” I gasped, shivering like I was in pain. His hollow laugh was lost in my moan of ecstasy as his firm fingertips dipped beneath my shorts, finding my clit with ease as I rocked my pussy against his hand. Eddie let me ride his fingers until I was gasping his name, feeling them slip between my folds as I dripped onto them.
“Fuck” Eddie’s groan was almost animalistic as he ripped his fingers from me and dropped to his knees, pinning my hips against the sharp poles behind me with his arm as he tugged my shorts and panties to the side. I barely hard time to knot my hands in his hair and melt against his tongue before he was hovering back over me, leaving me shaking after just a few wild licks against my dripping folds.
Eddie gripped my cheeks hard enough to make me cry out as he tilted my head back.
“You need to know how good you taste.”
I opened my mouth as he angled his with mine, spreading my tongue flat as Eddie spat the mixture of his saliva and my arousal onto it, he devoured my groan as he forced his tongue into me, swirling it around as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
My clit was throbbing with need as he planted kisses down along my neck and across my collar bone, exploring every inch of my skin like it was a map he was trying to memorise.
“Turn around.” It wasn’t a question, his long fingers gripped the tops of my arms until they overlapped as he flipped my body and shoved me forward until I was leaning over a support beam, dropping his hold to my hands as he wrenched them together at the small of my back.
I whimpered at the pain, but not enough for him to stop as he pressed his hard boner against my ass. I bit my lip as I struggled to look over my shoulder at him, melting at the raw and passionate look that had completely taken over his soft face. The clink of metal sounded in the afternoon air as Eddie loosened his belt, tugging it through his pant loops before wrapping it around my wrists.
Eddie’s hand tugged at the base of my hair, forcing me to look through the gaps of the bleachers as he pointed out the blazing sun that shone against my flushed face.
“It’s gonna be a pretty sunset. But not as pretty as you.” I felt my walls flutter at the unexpected compliment, bending my knees so that my ass pushed even further back into him.
A silent beg for him.
The muted sound of his zipper coming undone made my goosebumps crawl across my skin, it felt like an eternity before he pinched both my shorts and pantries to the side again and I felt him nudge his length against my entrance. The first inch slipped in with ease, coated in my wetness as I gasped out in surprise.
“Fuck me, you feel good.” My moan echoed across the empty field at his praise, wiggling back onto his length. Eddie laughed as he pulled back, a stinging pain landing across my back as his palm slapped against my ass.
“You like this big cock?” He voice faltered as his slid further into me, loosing his composure to his own desires. But feeling and hearing him come undone above me, drove me wild.
“I uh - Eddie - please.” I lost all coherent thoughts as nothing but Eddie’s dick and his fingers that found their way back to my clit, took over.
He found my soft spot easily, before even using his whole length. Tears sprung to my eyes as Eddie’s moans grew deeper and faster, matching his thrusts as he kept up a pace that had my legs shaking. I stopped breathing as Eddie’s cock fucked me so hard that black spots danced across my vision.
I didn’t know where my body began and his ended as he slid as far as he could inside of me. The sounds of pleasure from each others body morphed into a melody that I was sure could be heard throughout the whole school, fuck, the town even.
“You are so fucking sexy.” Eddie ripped himself from me without warning, using my hands trapped under his belt to pull me up right and then down onto the hard concrete beneath us. Eddie allowed me a second to meet his eyes, waiting for me to open my mouth slightly before his shoved his cock down my throat, his entire length dripping in my arousal until I was choking on it, crying from the lack of air as he fucked my face.
The sounds from where our bodies were connected was enough to make even a girl like me blush, within seconds my jaw was aching and the tip of his cock brushed my back teeth. Eddie hissed as he pulled back, letting me breath as he wiped the fallen tears with his rough finger. As I gasped for breath, Eddie’s eyes flashed between mine and I gave him the slightest nod as he lined his fingers up.
Eddie pulled them a few inches away from my cheek before bringing them across my face, hard enough to sting, not enough to leave a mark.
“Take this cock like a good girl.” Whatever makeup that had survived so far, was now smeared across my chin and running down my face as Eddie forced himself back down my throat, throwing his head back as his loose curls swirled around his head from the cold breeze.
“I bet everyone’s wished they could fuck this mouth, especially with the shit you say.” My lips tightened around his pulsing cock at his words, earning a deep moan from him.
I groaned for some sort of release as I ground against nothing, blinking up at him through my lashes until he leaned down to unhook my hands. I pulled back to breathe as my aching fingers darted between my thighs, sighing in pleasure as I found my clit. Eddie gripped my cheek as he told me how pretty I looked on my knees, rubbing my skin beneath his thumb as he guided my mouth back to his cock. It was harder than it was before, red and aching for me as it glistened in the setting sun.
My free hand cupped his full balls as I felt him go impossibly harder in my mouth, twitching against the back of my throat as my own fingers hurtled me towards the edge.
My fingers circled around my clit until my knees were shaking, blubbering around his cock as I felt and heard him get closer. Air rushed beneath me as Eddie tugged me to my feet, gripping me by the backs of my thighs as he wrapped my legs back around him and slid deeper inside of me, using the cold metal bars behind us to keep me upright.
I cried out from the loss of pleasure until his hand smacked mine out of the way and rubbed between my folds faster than I could have, keeping a matching pace with his cock as he buried his face into the crook of my neck.
I was too far gone to care about any damage to his jacket I might have been inflicting, gripping on tightly to his shoulders as I came. I came harder than I had before with any other guy, falling to pieces in Eddie’s arms as he pulled himself just far enough that the tip of his cock sat between my folds, drenching me in his orgasm and his moans of my name almost deafened.
The sweet tinkle of late evening birds drifted between us as my gasping breaths slowly evened out, the reality of what just passed between us crashing down on us the further the ecstasy washed away. Eddie softly disentangled himself from me, gripping onto my knees to keep me steady as I shook.
I was barely aware of him as he pulled a skull patterned handkerchief from his back pocket and pawed softly between my thighs, cleaning me up as his face filled with concentration.
I kept my hands on his shoulders, loosening my grip since I could see indents from my nails, as I watched his tongue sit between his lips. I was revelling in the blissful aftermath as I felt embarrassment and vulnerability creeping at the edge.
“Are you okay.” His voice was gentle but it still caught me entirely off guard, he kept his eyes off of mine like he was allowing a private moment to myself.
Eddie intertwined his fingers through mine as he helped me down, subtly tucking the handkerchief back into his pocket.
I was still shivering, but for a reason I wasn’t able to admit even to myself as his eyes trapped mine and he cupped the side of my face.
“Do you need anything.” Eddie pressed his lips to mine as they begun to tremble, holding me softly but tightly to his chest, he pulled back but kept his hold around me as he felt me relax in his arms, my heartbeat slowing to a normal pace.
“You’re so beautiful.” He kissed into the top of my hair, ignoring my limp arms at my side as I seized up and panicked at his words, unable to form a response or proper thought.
“You know, I wish I didn’t trip Tommy over.” His statement brought me out of my shell.
“Why?” I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest as I tried to pin my legs closed around his body but he slid them open again with ease, almost like he didn’t even think about it. I was unsure where this anger was coming from, this entire thing was just about sex, about fucking out everything that had pissed me off today. I didn’t know how, considering I could count the amount of times I’d spoken to him on one hand, but he’d fucked me perfectly, exactly how I needed it.
Eddie cracked a genuine smile, entirely different than the ones I’d seen, he laughed loudly as he smoothed the narrowed lines between my brows, muttering that I was cute when I was mad.
“I should really let this whole thing keep bothering you, because I’d really like to keep helping you get over your frustrations.”
I’m still here. Massive apology to everyone, especially those that followed me for my content and for those mutuals that turned into friends. Every single person that has supported me one way or another.
Bad first lmao
I’ve still been here, long story short. I had my car broken into & my laptop and phone stolen (along with everything else in a handbag) lost all of my saved works.
It really gutted me, and I lost the passion to put the effort in for something that I had worked extremely hard on, for moths. It genuinely broke my heart, my own stupid fault for not having my works saved elsewhere. I think I felt that if I ignored tumblr, I could ignore the pain from what essentially feels like wasted effort. But I was still here, I seen your messages. I appreciate you 💗
My WIP’s (my series) I have not abandoned you, I still have every intention to finish you. I apologise to those of you that have waited (and possibly lost hope that I wouldn’t be back)
Good news 🥲
I met an incredible man, the s*x is genuinely kinkier than the shit we write on here lmao, so I have a fuck tonne of inspo HAHAHA - speaking off, I have a fic I wrote last night at work (first time I’ve even touched writing since this happened), and im about to post it!
Posted!!! I haven’t written for months lmao, I hope it’s good ya’ll
do you ever start talking to someone or make a friend online who’s just SO FUCKING COOL you can’t believe they actually talk to YOU of all people ???? amazing.
