JQ Masterlist | Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV
SUMMARY: Eddie wants you to ask him for that kind of help, things don't turn out the way he expects...
WARNING(S): (+18) SMUT, m oral sex, fingering, angst
NOTES: I hope you like it, I think the next one will be the last part.
Part III
You never asked him for help. Eddie was going crazy. Why didn’t you ask him for help? Was it pride, shame? Or even worse, did you not need his help?
It hurt him to think that you didn’t need him the way he needed you, but his ego was crushed, and pride didn’t give him orgasms as delicious as the ones you gave him.
He swallowed all that when he approached you and asked for help.
At first, he thought about asking you once a month, but the mere idea of waiting a whole month to be with you like that drove him crazy, so he decided it would be once a week.
The problem was that he got horny almost every day, and resorting to masturbating with your panties suddenly seemed so bland and empty.
He had tried the real version of you, and it was all he could think about.
He waited two days for things to settle down, cautiously observing that nothing had changed between the two of you.
Then, on a movie Saturday, as casual as any other, in your living room with popcorn, you felt his hardness under the blankets again when you snuggled up next to him
“Eddie…” you murmured.
“What?” he tried to pretend nothing was happening.
“I can do it again, help you.”
“It’s too soon, I have to wait a week…” he muttered, trying to concentrate on the movie, but he wasn’t fooling anyone, not even himself.
“Eddie, you don’t have to wait a week, I can do it now…” you smiled at him.
He murmured your name tenderly.
“You’re too good for me… I don’t deserve you…”
You laughed softly and got under the blanket. He made sure your mom wasn’t coming into the living room, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock.
This time it lasted longer and was quieter between you.
You ran the tip of your tongue over his cock and even sucked his balls.
Eddie felt like he was melting into the couch in your house, the warmth of your mouth made him feel so safe, so loved.
He stroked your hair under the blankets and listened to the sound of your mouth sucking.
You were really good at this. It wasn’t that he had much experience, but it felt so damn good.
He came without being able to control it completely, this time staining part of the blankets, but you managed to swallow almost everything.
“What? You can eat my pussy but not kiss me? How does that make sense, Eddie?”
“It makes perfect sense, kissing is very intimate…”
“I think your concept of intimacy is very different from mine,” you murmured, arms crossed.
He sighed and said your name.
“You need help, but you don’t want to ask me because you’re embarrassed and scared, and I understand…” His voice was soft.
He put a hand on your leg and squeezed. You felt his long, bony fingers on your thigh and let out a gasp.
He parked the van and they both hurried to the trailer. Luckily, Eddie’s uncle wasn’t there.
You went into Eddie’s room, as you had done many times before, but this time the feeling was different. He closed the door behind him and then began to clear the bed, throwing clothes, books, and papers on the floor.
He smoothed out the sheets and blankets and then sat on the edge, patting the spot next to him.
“Come sit here.”
You sat down and waited without looking at him. He sighed, realizing that the situation was too awkward.
“You want to help me, right?” he asked, brushing the strands of hair away from your eyes so he could see them.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he was trying a different approach this time. “I want to try something new, come here.”
He took you by the waist and sat you on his lap. You felt his hardness and sighed.
He moved his hands down to your stomach and then found the button on your pants, slowly lowering the zipper.
You sighed and clung to him, burying your face in his neck. You could smell his cologne, leather, and sweat.
His dark, curly hair was so soft against your face. You heard him take off his rings before continuing, throwing them on the nightstand next to his bed. He slid a hand between your legs, over the fabric of your panties.
“Damn, you’re so wet…” he murmured, surprised and excited. You could imagine a strange smile on his face.
You knew that gave him the confidence to continue, so he moved the soaked cotton fabric aside and caressed your hair.
You shuddered as you felt his fingertips making their way between your wet folds.
He caressed your clitoris gently, and you moaned as you felt it.
“My sweet girl, you’re playing hard to get with me…” He slid one of his long fingers inside you, and you let out a small cry. “Damn, you’re so tight…”
His thumb continued to rub your clit so gently, in contrast to the roughness of his hand.
He increased the pace and you writhed in his lap, feeling his hardness against your buttocks.
“Fuck!” you moaned, trying to break free from him. Eddie held you tighter with his arm.
“Calm down, baby,” he whispered in your ear, and you shuddered.
“I feel like I’m going to pee, I can’t take it…” you complained, squirming at his touch.
The pace increased, his finger sliding so easily between your velvety folds. The sound was so exciting to Eddie.
Wet, sticky, warm.
He smiled at seeing you so out of control, so innocent in his lap, sweating, writhing with pleasure.
“No, you’re just going to cum, baby.” He whispered in your ear with a hint of mockery. “Cum for me.”
You closed your eyes and arched your back, Eddie hugged you against his chest as you stained his jeans.
He kissed your head as you tried to catch your breath. He stroked your hair gently.
He whispered your name and then said, "I love you."
You didn't say anything. It was so surprising that it left you in shock. You just looked at the floor, and he felt like he had been punched in the stomach.
"It's okay... you don't have to say anything," he said, pulling away from you.
Your legs were still shaking, but you stood up and went to the bathroom.
Eddie felt like he had ruined everything... this had crossed the line.
He pulled his hair in frustration and then threw himself onto his bed, defeated.
You came back and looked at him there, throwing yourself down next to him on the bed.
"What's wrong, silly?" you asked, hugging him.
He wanted to tell you so many things.
"Do you love me? Just say it, tell me you love me, tell me you'll be with me forever..."
In the end, he just said,
"Nothing, do you want to listen to music, silly?"
You nodded with a smile as he got out of bed and turned on the cassette player, took out a George Michael cassette you had kept in his caravan, and played it.
He hated that saccharine pop music, but he listened to it for you.
He did everything for you.
He saw you curled up on his bed, a little sleepy.
"Go to sleep, beautiful, you must be tired..." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.
"Thank you, you're the best friend I could have ever had," you said just before closing your eyes.
He slowly lay down next to you, masturbated as quietly as he could while smelling your hair, and fell asleep with his pants unzipped, his head resting on yours on the pillow.
When you woke up and saw him like that, his lips parted, mumbling in his sleep, you moved closer to him and kissed him on the lips, careful not to wake him.
"I love you too," you whispered and snuggled back up next to him.
Then something caught your eye, a baby blue garment, too colorful, sticking out of the bottom drawer of Eddie's closet.
Curious, you got up and went to investigate, opening the drawer slowly so as not to wake Eddie.
They were your panties, all the panties you had mysteriously lost over the last few years, perfectly folded, which was strange. There was also a brush and half-empty bottles of the perfume you always used to wear.
"Why the hell are you going through my stuff?" His hoarse, sleepy voice startled you.
You turned to look at him. He was getting up with his pants unbuttoned and on crooked, and he was coming toward you to kick the drawer shut.
"What the hell is this? Those are my panties! Have you been stealing my fucking panties?"
He covered his face with one hand. He still seemed a little sleepy.
"You shouldn't have seen that..." he growled.
He seemed angry.
"What? Now it's my fault? You're a fucking liar, Eddie!" You pushed him and left his room. Uncle Wayne was already in the living room, drinking a beer.
"Hi, sweetheart," he greeted you. You tried to smile at him, but you just left the trailer crying.
You heard Eddie behind you. Uncle Wayne sighed. He had never seen his nephew really argue with you in all these years.
Eddie shouted your name.
"Wait! Stop!" He grabbed your arm roughly. "Shit, I'm sorry..."
"There's everyone you don't share with me. This has to do with me! Aren't you my best friend? Why do you lie to me?" you demanded to know.
You felt a combination of sadness and anger rising from your stomach.
He couldn't hold your gaze.
"I just... I just don't want to ruin our friendship... that's all." He said with great effort.
He was so closed off, in his fear.
He just couldn't tell you anything else.
"Well, Eddie, you already ruined it," you said as you turned and walked toward the exit of the RV park.
Eddie shouted your name and tried to run after you, but he stopped with his hands clenched into fists and tears in his eyes.
𐙚 eddie accidentally walks in on you changing in the locker room at school and falls in love with the cute pair of panties you're wearing.
WARNING(S) + OTHER INFO: eddie is 19 / reader is 18. unprotected sex.
first period gym is always a mess — half of hawkins high barely awake, the other half already sweaty and irritable. and eddie munson is always both after the first period of the day this year ; a schedule he didn't ask for, rather one that was thrust upon him by the school guidance counselor. he trudges out of the locker room with his backpack flung over one shoulder, muttering to himself about dodgeballs being ❝ weapons of jocks who peaked at sixteen. ❞
he desperately needs to pee before homeroom ; his morning coffee and cigarette are already staging a rebellion.
he tries the boys’ bathroom first, of course.
but finds every single stall occupied.
each one of them echoing with the sounds of boys talking through the stalls, arguing, or pissing for 5 minutes at a time. like, seriously, it takes a guy that long to pee?
eddie huffs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and scans the hallway. he has a thought — despite high school girls' proclivities to linger in and outside of bathrooms together doing god knows what, the girls' bathroom by the female locker rooms has usually emptied by this time ; no normal teenage girl wanted to spend any prolonged amount of time sweaty and gross by the gymnasium. no, they definitely wanted to get the hell out of there so they could go back to gossiping or snogging their boyfriends in the hall.
quickly, practically skipping over that way before his bladder has a chance to explode, eddie hovers by the doorway, listening.
nothing. not even the squeak of a shoe.
❝ two seconds, ❞ he mutters to himself. ❝ get in, get out, don’t get suspended. ❞
he steps forward —
— and realizes the angle of the bathroom entrance gives him a clear view straight into the girls’ locker room.
who the hell designed this shit?
he freezes.
because someone is there.
he really doesn't mean to look. truly. he stops because he doesn't want to get caught trying to get into the girls' room, not because he's a creep.
but you . . . god, he'll blame you for this until the day he dies.
you're just pulling your pink t-shirt on, your plain white PE shirt discarded on the bench beside you. your arms are raised, hair falling over your shoulders in soft waves. and below the hem of that shirt . . . well, any self-respecting man wouldn't have been able to look away from you. and eddie munson certainly would not have described himself as ❛ self-respecting. ❜ his dark gaze hits soft, lacy pink panties — dainty white trim, pink satin bows, something so delicate and pretty they don’t even look real in the fluorescent lighting of the dingy locker room.
eddie’s brain short-circuits and he finds himself unable to move.
his lips actually part.
his heart jumps so hard against his ribcage that it startles him.
his cock strains immediately against the front of his jeans.
god hates him personally, he's sure of that.
and every fantasy he’s shoved down all year — the ones about you, about the popular girl with the smile much too pretty for him — flashes like lightning behind his eyes.
he doesn’t mean to make the sound he makes.
but something slips out anyway — a tiny, breathless little exhale, almost a whimper, definitely a sigh — the kind that only happens when your nervous system completely abandons all dignity.
and you hear it.
you turn.
slowly.
eyes wide.
expression shifting from bored to startled to something sharp and then, offended.
eddie’s stomach drops straight through the floor.
you caught him.
you caught him staring.
at you. half-naked.
and it looks like his worst nightmare. it looks exactly like he’s been standing there purposely to watch you getting dressed.
his face blanches. you've never seen anyone so white before.
❝ shit. hey. ❞ he stumbles back a step, hands up, panic rising. ❝ i — i wasn’t — i mean, i didn’t— ❞
he may have been able to mutter some excuse and just back up and leave, but.
his hard on is what kills him.
because your gaze is sinking lower and lower, your eyes widening.
the fact that you can tell how turned on he is only serves to ratchet his arousal even higher. the penis is a traitorous thing, if it's anything at all.
you quickly snatch up your PE shirt from the bench and use it to hide your lower half. not that there's any point — he's already seen everything there is to see. ❝ pervert! ❞ you accuse. your voice cracks on the last syllable, like you're not sure whether to throw something or hide your face in your hands.
only then does it occur to eddie to look away.
he turns his face away, covering his eyes with the palm of his hand for good measure. but the sight of you is well and truly seared onto his eyelids. ❝ no! i swear, i — i'm not. i was just coming to see if the bathroom was free. everyone's hogging the fucking stalls in the boys' room. i swear to god! ❞
there's a very pregnant pause, like third trimester pregnant, in which eddie separates two of his fingers to peek through at you.
standing there, breathing heavily, still with your PE shirt dangling in front of you. ❝ . . . seriously? you didn't come in here just to . . . try to see girls naked or something? ❞
❝ no! oh my god, no. i seriously . . . i have to pee so bad. ❞
❝ then go! ❞ you shout suddenly, and eddie flinches.
hurrying into the bathroom with a ❝ okayjesusi'msorryfuck! ❞
locking himself in one of the stalls, he pauses, leaning against it. his heart is racing, breath coming fast to match. god, you . . .
your legs, fuck, he can't help it. and those panties, jesus . . .
so pink and cute. eddie's never seen anyone wear such cute underwear, not even the few girls he's been with over the years. well, the girls he's had sex with probably wouldn't ever have been caught dead in a pink top let alone pink underwear.
but you. you had such wide eyes, pretty little lips, long, satisfying legs. not to mention that little sliver of ass that showed just below the lacy trim of those panties . . . eddie licks his lips, head rolling against the stall door.
his cock throbs and he palms himself through his jeans. how the hell is he ever supposed to pee like this?
well, he has to find some way to go ; if he walks out of here still with an enormous erection, you'd probably take the matter to the principle or some shit. and you'd be well within your right to.
god . . .
eddie does his best to piss and urge his hard on down in record time. he thinks of the most unsexy things he can bring to mind — santa clause, sad movies, the nightly news — and then finally feels well enough to leave.
it's only taken him a couple minutes, but he's hoping you've been able to get dressed and head out in that time.
but when he steps out of the bathroom you're still there. fully dressed now, but sitting on the nearby bench with your hands clasped together and your head hung low.
he would feel bad just leaving without saying anything, so he starts, ❝ hey. i really didn't mean to — ❞
❝ you have to promise, ❞ you tell him suddenly. the look on your face is fierce, and eddie has no doubt that you'd absolutely ruin him and his reputation ( what little is left ) and get him kicked out if he doesn't do as you say. you stand swiftly. ❝ promise me that you weren't looking on purpose. swear. like, swear on your mother's grave you weren't. ❞
his hand is over his heart before you can blink. ❝ i promise. and i swear. on my mother's life and her grave. i wasn't looking at you. i mean. that i didn't mean to. i seriously just came to use the bathroom. ❞ bad idea, now that he thinks back on it.
should have just held it.
you chew the inside of your cheek, apparently mulling over his words. ultimately finding him sincere enough, you nod. ❝ okay. you can go. ❞
there's a brief moment where the two of you look at each other, your eyes flicker down to eddie's jeans and then back up again, curious.
but eddie rushes out of there just as the homeroom bell rings.
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the halls between second and third period are always packed — lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, the usual high school cacophony. eddie’s doing what eddie does best after class : leaning against his locker with the hellfire guys clustered around him, ranting loudly about some especially cursed arc he's planning for the campaign on friday.
he’s mid-sentence, halfway through defending himself against wild accusations that he's a sadistic dungeon master, when he feels it.
that prickle down his neck.
that someone’s watching you feeling.
he looks up.
and there you are, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
and there he is, replaying the scene again in his mind for the 17th time in the last two hours ; pink lace hugging such a plump ass, gorgeous hips running down from under your shirt and into those adorable panties.
it's a miracle he doesn't pop a boner right there in front of all his friends.
and a good thing he doesn't, too, because he realizes you are walking straight toward him. you look like a girl who's on a mission, a girl who has the upper hand.
eddie panics immediately, because, he remembers, you do.
his voice cracks halfway through explaining, ❝ guys, your party hasn't really been tested heavily yet — ❞ he can't take his eyes off of you.
he's making no effort to disguise the fact that he's looking at someone across the hallway.
gareth mutters, ❝ what is . . . is she coming over here? to us? ❞
eddie doesn’t even have time to tell them to shut the hell up.
you stop right in front of him.
up close, god, you look even better than he remembers. and he absolutely does NOT look at your legs this time. or your hips. or anything he is scared of accidentally remembering too vividly. no, nothing else he's spent hours in bed at night fantasizing about. even though much of it was on display earlier, right there, just for him, if only you knew him. knew he wasn't a bad guy, didn't worship the devil or any of that bullshit people were saying about him and other people like him, kids who had ❛ weird ❜ interests.
he braces for you to publicly humiliate him. he deserves it, he supposes, for what happened earlier.
you say, very calmly, betraying nothing of what happened earlier, ❝ munson. i've decided you owe me. ❞
the hellfire boys collectively inhale like they’ve just witnessed a murder.
eddie can't decide what's worse — the fact that his friends are looking between the two of you, bewildered, and he's going to have to find some way to explain to them what happened earlier. or would it have been worse if you'd just screamed at him, gotten it all out in the open so the whole school would know what a disgusting pervert eddie munson was, along with being a freak and a devil worshipper?
eddie’s ears go nuclear red. ❝ i — i told you i didn’t mean — i didn’t, uh . . . invade anything or — ❞
you narrow your eyes. ❝ i know. you promised. i appreciate that . . . do you want to make it up to me or not? ❞
eddie nods so fast the ends of his long hair almost hit mike in the face.
❝ good. ❞ you step closer — close enough that he can smell you, something soft and sweet and some perfume that's definitely expensive. the hellfire club — in tandem — takes a step back and away from the two of you, but eddie somehow stands his ground in the face of you. ❝ take me for ice cream. at the mall. friday after school. ❞
there’s a half-second of stunned silence — the kind that doesn’t usually exist around eddie, because he typically fills every spare inch of air with noise. but right now? he’s speechless.
and of course that’s exactly when the club finds their voices again.
mike sputters first, ❝ wait — friday? but — but friday is hellfire. ❞
dustin’s eyes go wide under his cap. ❝ yeah, eddie. you literally said missing one session throws off the narrative structure of the whole campaign — your words, not mine — ❞
gareth throws his hands up. ❝ dude, you made us sign attendance sheets. attendance sheets. for dungeons & dragons. ❞
eddie whips around like a panicked, cornered animal. ❝ guys, guys — shut up — shut up — ❞ he hisses, waving at them without taking his eyes off you. ❝ i’m — busy. friday. okay? very important business. top secret. national security. ❞
mike looks like he’s about to faint. dustin looks personally betrayed.
you arch a brow, arms still crossed, entirely unbothered by the melodrama imploding behind him. ❝ is that a no, munson? you're really too busy fighting demons to buy me a scoop? ❞
and god, the way you say it — mocking him, but warm underneath, like you already know he’s going to fold — it just about finishes him off.
❝ saturday? ❞ he tries to offer quietly.
❝ i'm busy saturday. ❞
eddie straightens up, tries to pretend he has even one ounce of swagger left. ❝ uh — yeah. yes. absolutely. ice cream. friday. consider it . . . owed. ❞
dustin makes a noise like he’s swallowed a kazoo. ❝ you’re canceling hellfire for a girl? you've never cancelled hellfire, not even once. we still came to club even when you had bronchitis! i mean, what even . . . ❞
eddie doesn’t even look back this time. he just sticks an arm out and shoves dustin’s face gently away like he’s silencing a toddler. ❝ priorities, henderson. ❞
you almost smile — not fully, but enough that eddie feels it like a punch straight to the gut. he thinks he might actually die. it's almost better than seeing your ass in those delicious panties.
almost.
❝ good,❞ you say again, nodding softly. stamping an official seal on the arrangement. ❝ friday. after school. we can leave from here. don’t be late. ❞
and then you turn, disappearing back into the crowded hall without so much as a glance over your shoulder.
eddie stands there frozen, locker at his back, heart somewhere near his shoes, friends staring at him like he’s just announced he’s defecting to soviet russia.
mike is the first to break the silence, whispering, horrified, ❝ dude . . . what the hell? ❞
but eddie? eddie just stands there, feeling like a lump.
because he now has a date with one of the most popular girls in school and has to figure out how to explain to the boys exactly how that happened.
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the food court at starcourt always smells like an oil spill baking in the desert heat — fryer oil and fake cheese and that intense, cloyingly sweet smell from the pretzel place. you must, on some level, be immune to it by now, because you're sitting there like you own the place, leaning back, relaxed, a melting cup of roasted strawberry ice cream in front of you. you must come here every weekend with your friends.
eddie, however, is hyper-aware of everything else.
the way every table feels too close.
the way half the kids from hawkins high are filtering through, doing double takes.
the way two girls at the scoops ahoy counter that eddie recognizes as hawkins cheerleaders whisper behind their straws and stare.
one freshman boy literally almost falls into a trashcan because he’s so busy gawping, and apparently mesmerized, at the sight of you sitting pretty with eddie "the freak" munson across from you.
you don't seem to notice.
or maybe you do — maybe you're just pretending this is normal, like you come here all the time with the losers of the school.
eddie stirs his own ice cream, two scoops of mint chocolate chip, tapping the plastic spoon against the cup. ❝ so — technically — i don’t actually play, ❞ he says. he's clearly passionate about this game, this D&D — he's talking about it like it's something sacred and ancient. ❝ i’m the DM ; the dungeon master. i run the story. the monsters. the world. the . . . uh, chaos. ❞
you blink. ❝ so you don’t actually . . . fight anything? like, as a character? ❞
he snorts. ❝ no. hellfire is my kingdom. i’m basically a god. but, like, a very stressed out, underpaid god. ❞
you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding — a tiny, relieved little exhale. you look down into your soft serve like it just told you a secret.
eddie tilts his head. ❝ what? ❞
you hesitate, fiddling with your spoon before murmuring, ❝ i . . . thought D&D had something to do with, like . . . satanism. ❞
eddie chokes on absolutely nothing. seriously, he's not even swallowing any ice cream when he does.
and he really chokes.
full body cough.
a kid at the next table over jumps.
❝ jesus christ, sweetheart — ❞ he wheezes once he recovers, leaning in toward you, ❝ satanism? seriously? i mean, i like metal music, but we don’t, like, sacrifice goats in the woods on friday nights. i’ve barely got the energy to stay awake during homeroom. ❞
you laugh — a cute little tinkle that makes eddie's head spin — and shake your head. ❝ i know. i mean, now i know. it’s just . . . people say things, i don't know if you've heard. and the news . . . and one girl told me that your club played with actual spellbooks, so i kind of assumed . . . i don’t know. that you guys were doing something dangerous. ❞
eddie makes a face like you've personally offended him, and maybe you have. ❝ yeah, the most dangerous thing those kids do is eat an entire pizza while we're taking a break. dustin once drank a two liter of mountain dew in one go and almost died. that’s the level of danger we’re dealing with. ❞
your shoulders relax, and you look at him with those clear, bright eyes that eddie could just fall into.
❝ i thought you’d be mean, too, ❞ you admit quietly. ❝ or scary. you know. the whole ❛ freak ❜ thing . . . the rumors. i figured you’d be . . . intense. or angry. i don’t know. i mean, you are intense. clearly. ❞ you laugh gently to show him you're not being rude, just making an observation. ❝ but you’re not mean. you’re actually . . . nice. surprisingly nice. ❞
eddie’s face goes pink — not the dramatic blush from earlier in the week, but something subtler. warmer. his ringed fingers twitch like he doesn’t know what to do with them.
❝ well, uh . . . thanks? i try not to be a jackass unless provoked. or unless someone insults my van. or my band. or my campaign. ❞
you grin into your spoon. ❝ so . . . often? ❞
❝ okay, wow. rude. ❞ he points at you with his spoon. ❝ i buy you one — extremely overpriced — cup of ice cream and suddenly i’m the punchline. ❞
you frown. ❝ i'm not a bully. ❞
❝ coulda fooled me, the kids you hang out with. ❞
your frown deepens, and you both look at each other for a long minute.
and that’s when you notice it — the stares. the looks. the not-at-all subtle curiosity of your peers.
a group of basketball players walks by, whispering. one of them lifts his brows at you like he’s silently asking if you're doing this as some kind of dare.
two sophomores pass by and giggle.
a girl from your math class keeps glancing between the two of you like she’s witnessing an honest to god miracle.
eddie shifts a little, shoulders tensing, but he doesn’t get small the way you expect. he doesn’t shrink. he just sits up straighter, tapping his rings against the table, pretending that the entire food court isn’t buzzing about the freak sitting with a girl way, way out of his league.
after a moment he mutters, ❝ you can leave, you know. if this is, uh . . . too weird. i mean, i know you asked me, but. ❞
you look up.
really look.
his eyes are dark and nervous and hopeful in a way that makes your chest do something uncomfortable. goodness, you realize he has the longest eyelashes you've ever seen on a man.
❝ i’m not leaving, ❞ you say, soft but firm. ❝ it’s just ice cream, munson. people can stare if they want. i don’t care. ❞
eddie blinks.
like he wasn’t expecting that.
like he doesn’t quite know what to do with the fact that you’re still here, that you’re not afraid being seen with him might turn you into a total social pariah.
you take another bite of your ice cream, pretending your heart isn’t beating too fast.
then: ❝ besides . . . the rumors were wrong about you anyway. you’re not a freak. ❞
eddie swallows, hard.
he doesn’t say anything for a second — just watches you, stunned, like no one has ever said something like that to him before. maybe they haven't. it's quite possible no one has ever been nice to eddie munson in his life. the hellfire club boys, sure. they've been friendly with him. but maybe what eddie needs is someone sweet, someone to baby him — just a little.
finally, he clears his throat. ❝ well… don’t say it too loud. people might think you actually like me or something. ❞
you look at him over the rim of your cup.
❝ maybe i do. ❞
eddie pulls a face. ❝ what, from one conversation over some ice cream? ❞
❝ do i have to remind you what happened earlier this week? ❞ eddie's entire face goes blood red ; he's remembering as you talk. ❝ i believe you. i know you weren't looking on purpose. i think you handled it better than most of the popular guys at school would have. they probably would’ve kept staring until i threw my backpack at them or something. and . . . ❞
you mull over what to tell him, how much to reveal. ❝ . . . maybe i noticed you before that. saw you in the halls between class, at lunch with your club. maybe i was . . . curious. ❞
eddie scowls, dark brows pulling close together over even darker eyes. ❝ even though you thought i was mean? that you thought i was an evil, satan worshipping freak? ❞ he says it like he thinks you're trying to pull the wool over his eyes, like he's trying to catch you in a lie.
❝ sure did. but . . . was hoping you weren't. was hoping you were secretly sweet, that you were even better than most of the boys i hang around with. they suck. ❞
eddie doesn’t know what to say, so he just very slowly eats another spoonful of his ice cream.
does he believe you? you hope he does. everything you’ve said is nothing but the truth.
❝ anyway, ❞ you sigh, playing idly with your ice cream and thinking of how to change the subject and make things less awkward. ❝ . . . i never knew D&D was just like lord of the rings. maybe i would’ve played sooner. ❞
there’s an aborted little movement from eddie’s side of the table that startles you. ❝ you’ve read the lord of the rings? ❞
❝ i’ve read just about every fantasy series there is to read, ❞ you explain with a shrug. ❝ i just . . . like reading. ❞
the look in eddie’s eyes changes now, becomes darker ; it looks like he has a secret he’s unwilling to tell you. ❝ jeez, princess. if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were the perfect girl. ❞
you try hard to just take what he’s said as a compliment. it’s hard, though, with that little caveat he snuck in there. ❝ oh, and you do? know better? ❞
your hand and eddie’s hand are laying side by side on the sticky tabletop. eddie’s fingers twitch toward yours. when he speaks, his voice is low, probably to avoid being overheard by any of your passing classmates. not because he’s ashamed of what he’s about to say, but because he doesn’t want to embarrass you. or have people start to spread nasty rumors about you the way they do about him.
❝ i know you’re pretty. very pretty. what i don’t know is why you’re sitting here with the school outcast giving people a reason to hate you. especially after i . . . y’know, on tuesday. ❞
in a microscopic movement, your fingers meet his, your knuckles now laying together. you aren’t sure who moves first, but eventually your fingers are brushing, back and forth, against each other’s, in the smallest of movements. even just that little bit of affection is enough to make you melt.
you lean toward him, trying to keep your cool and not just crawl all over him right here at the mall. ❝ eddie. in a year, none of these people will matter. their opinions, what they said, the things we did, it’ll all just be history. so let them talk. who gives a fuck? ❞
eddie blinks at you like you’ve just said something groundbreaking. your words — the way you just cursed casually, the confidence, your edge of defiance — they hit him straight in the gut. because that's not how you present. he feels it in a place he knows he shouldn’t, in that exact same traitorous spot from tuesday morning. his fingers twitch against yours, restless, and you let your thumb curl around his index finger, comforting. eddie looks at your entwined hands and then away, scanning for anyone still paying attention to the two of you.
❝ remember what i said, ❞ you mutter, pinkie extending to lay against his warm wrist. ❝ fuck ‘em. ❞
❝ jesus, you’re something else, you know that? ❞ his voice is low too, private, just for you.
you smile a mischievous smile, taking a slow lick of your ice cream, making sure his eyes are now locked on yours. ❝ something good? ❞
eddie swallows so hard you can see his throat working through it, because yes. very good. good enough to make his stomach twist and his cock throb in his jeans. ❝ yeah . . . definitely good. ❞
he leans closer, slowly, still careful not to attract any more attention than is necessary, though he can’t quite hide the way his entire body has gone taut as a bowstring. god, you want to make him come undone. ❝ so . . . uh . . . this is going to sound insane, but . . . jesus, please don’t call me a pervert again, but. ❞ his voice dips lower, teasing you, but still uncertain. ❝ those panties. tuesday. they . . . they were kind of . . . distracting. ❞
you pause, spoon frozen halfway to your lips, eyes flickering down to where he’s turned his hand over in yours, fingers full on skimming back and forth over the sensitive palm of your hand now. there’s a faint flush in your cheeks, and maybe — maybe — a smile that hints you’re enjoying the game he’s playing. ❝ distracting, huh? ❞ your tongue darts out, slices through the mound of soft ice cream on your spoon. ❝ oh really, eddie? kind of distracting? ❞
eddie’s teeth sink deep into his lower lip. ❝ yeah . . . kind of — no. you know what? not kind of. very. very distracting. don’t think i’m gonna forget what i saw. ❞
still his fingers sweep over your palm ; there are goosebumps prickling your entire arm.
you shiver in spite of yourself. ❝ eddie? ❞
your eyes are so wide, your tone so desperate . . . he panics. ❝ hm? hey, what’s wrong? did i say something? i still swear — i didn’t mean to look earlier, i promise it wasn’t on purpose. I would never — ❞
❝ eddie. take me somewhere we can be alone together. please. ❞ you’ve turned your hand over, effectively pinning his to the table. you are desperate, desperate for him. desperate for the way his lashes brush his cheeks every time he blinks, the way his lips move, the perfect timbre of his voice.
you’ve never wanted anyone this badly, and you’re sure he can tell.
he doesn’t have to be told twice. with a nod, he grabs your hand and starts to lead you back through the food court, abandoning your ice creams as you slip past curious glances and whispers until the large glass doors of the mall’s main entrance come into view.
but eddie doesn’t lead you there. he takes a hard turn and pulls you down a side hallway that looks like it might be just for maintenance.
you trust him, though, so you let him keep going, pushing through a small side door and into the brisk night air. into a world of abandoned furniture, wooden tables stacked crookedly, couches leaning against the wall, metal shelving scattered like a maze. the powerful docking bay flood lights hit the dust motes floating in the air, catching on your hair, making eddie catch his breath.
❝ wow, ❞ you sigh, looking around at all of the furniture. ❝ what is this? ❞
eddie shrugs, starting to pick his way past a garish settee. ❝ you told me to take you somewhere private. ❞
you can’t hold in a well-meaning giggle. ❝ yeah, i figured you were gonna take me back to your place. ❞
❝ oh. damn. well . . . i can still do that. ❞ he turns back, ready to leave.
❝ wait, wait. i wanna explore back here now. this is cool. i never knew this kind of stuff was back here.❞
❝ oh, yeah. back of the furniture store. i’ve only been here a couple times, but didn’t take me long to find this place. they don’t guard it very well. clearly. furniture graveyard back here. ❞
❝ you can hardly call it a graveyard, most of this shit is brand new. ❞ you stand on a plush red velvet footstool, trying to track eddie’s movements through the maze of furniture.
he seemingly picks out a suitable armchair the size of a small car, motioning you over.
grabbing your hand and helping you maneuver through the wreck of items, he makes sure you’re safe before taking a seat in the armchair.
eddie pats his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like of course this enormous abandoned armchair was meant for this — for you, for him, for whatever this is turning into.
you roll your eyes good-naturedly. ❝ seriously? ❞
eddie’s grin goes crooked, boyish, a little smug in that way he can’t quite hide around you. ❝ yeah. seriously. unless you’d rather sit on . . . ❞ he gestures vaguely at a nearby plastic patio chair missing one leg, the saddest item at the party. ❝ . . . that. ❞
you sigh, but it’s useless — you’re already moving toward him. already letting him guide you by the waist as you settle onto his lap.
his hands are warm. too warm, scorching your skin wherever they touch.
you sink into him, into the solid feel of his chest against you, the curve of the massive armchair cupping you both like a secret. you shift a little until you’re comfortable — which is sort of a lie, because there’s nothing comfortable about the way your heart is slamming around in its cage, nothing comfortable about the way his breath hitches when your thighs brush his.
eddie exhales through his nose like he’s trying very, very hard to be chill.
❝ well, hey there, princess, ❞ he murmurs, voice low enough to vibrate against your side. ❝ makin’ yourself right at home. ❞
❝ you told me to, didn’t you? ❞ you tease, turning halfway toward him. in this position, your legs are thrown over the side of the armchair, your bum seated comfortably atop his lap.
eddie’s eyes flicker briefly to your mouth. ❝ yeah, but i honestly didn’t expect you to be so . . . obedient. ❞
you shove his shoulder lightly. ❝ shut up. ❞
❝ no, i mean — ❞ his fingers flex on your hips, steadying you when you shift. ❝ — not complaining. definitely not. ❞
you can feel him adjusting under you, just slightly. enough that you know. enough that he knows you know.
your skirt drapes over your thighs, soft against his jeans, and when you move again — just a tiny test — eddie makes a noise like someone hit him with a truck.
you pretend you didn’t hear it.
he pretends he didn’t make it.
his hand — the one with all the rings — drops to your bare knee, barely touching. just fingertips. just testing. when you don’t flinch away, those fingertips glide up an inch. warm. slow. deliberate.
❝ you okay? ❞ eddie whispers, and you nod. your eyes feel hot, almost like you could cry. but it’s only that this is such a new sensation for you. you’ve never let anyone touch you like this, never trusted anyone to, not even some of the popular guys you’ve known for years.
why is eddie different?
instead of asking or saying any of that, you purse your lips. ❝ are you okay? ❞
❝ oh, sweetheart, ❞ eddie murmurs, thumb brushing the soft, tender underside of your knee now, ❝ not even close. ❞
you shift again — not on purpose, probably — but it doesn’t matter. his hand tightens on your knee, just enough to hold you still. just enough to tell you he feels everything.
you swallow, heat curling low in your stomach.
❝ eddie… ❞
❝ yeah? ❞ he nudges the side of your jaw with his nose, like he’s testing how close he can get before you push him away.
you don’t push him away.
his fingers slide higher, tracing the warm skin of your inner thigh, disappearing under the hem of your skirt like he’s trying not to rush but absolutely is.
your breath stutters.
eddie feels it.
he leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice a rasp.
❝ you tell me to stop if you want. otherwise . . . ❞ his thumb strokes higher, bolder, ❝ . . . i’m gonna keep going. ❞
your hand covers his on your thigh — not to stop him.
but to guide him.
eddie makes another noise, this one even more alarming, though you don’t know how that’s possible.
you pull back a bit, just enough to look at him, to make sure he’s okay.
eddie looks like he’s drowning, dark eyes melting into yours as you continue to push his hand higher. ❝ gonna let me see those pretty panties again? ❞ he demands to know. ❝ gonna let me touch ‘em? ❞
your hand stops. and so does his. you’re shivering, breathing heavily, feeling like you could shake apart if he left you right now.
❝ not here, ❞ you mumble pitifully, and eddie nods.
❝ okay. ❞
unable to bear it anymore, you close your eyes.
and that’s when he kisses you.
eddie kisses like he’s been wanting you like this for years.
not timid, no longer even a touch hesitant. just hungry — that kind of desperate, relieved hunger reserved only for starving men faced with a meal and drug addicts who just got their fix.
his lips crash into yours, hard and warm, over and over, and your whole body jolts. you realize you’ve been hungry, too. starved for touch and affection and anyone who truly cared about you. he cups your jaw with one hand, thumb sweeping your cheekbone, the other arm locked tight over your legs like he thinks you might leave.
you melt instantly.
you don’t mean to — it’s instinct. the second his mouth opens against yours, your fingers go to his chest, clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer even though there’s nowhere left to go. he’s already pressed against you everywhere — chest firm, thighs solid under yours, the heat of him pushing up through the underside of your skirt.
the kiss deepens fast — too fast — like he’s been imagining it, like you’ve been torturing him just by existing. his breath tastes like the mint chocolate ice cream he’s been enjoying and something bitter underneath, but not unpleasant. something unmistakably eddie.
his nose bumps yours when he tilts his head, clumsy, eager, borderline messy, which only makes this more real. his mouth fits against yours in that perfect, greedy way that makes your thighs tense and your stomach leap into your throat.
eddie groans — a low, rough, startled sound — the second your lips part from his. it vibrates through his chest and into yours, and you swear you could come undone from that alone.
and then he’s pulling you up, hands strong on your waist. you gasp as he lifts you bodily and sets you down with your thighs now on either side of his. you can feel him now. really feel him. underneath your skirt, your underwear — similar to the pair you wore on tuesday, just with less bows and more lace — come into contact with the rough material of his jeans, tented by a very obvious erection. you really hope you’re not making an absolute mess down there.
his fingers slip into your hair, tugging gently, guiding your mouth open under his once more. his rings are cool against your neck when he cups the back of your head, holding you exactly where he wants you.
and you kiss him back with the same needy, aching urgency — because you want him, too. because you’ve wanted this longer than you’ll admit. because nothing has ever felt like this.
eddie breaks away just an inch, your foreheads pressed together, breathing hard.
❝ i have to admit something, ❞ he breathes.
you make a tiny sound, questioning. please don’t admit you’re actually a pervert who really does love spying on girls in the locker room, you think desperately.
❝ you said — ❞ he has to stop, catch his breath, swallow thickly. you soothe him with a hand at his jaw, thumb stroking over his heated skin. ❝ you said you noticed me before, in the halls at school? i noticed you, too. fucking everywhere, baby. in the halls, in class, at assembly, during PE. i’ve thought about you . . . fuck, i’ve thought about you so much. never thought i . . . i mean, what chance did i have with you? the freak of hawkins high? ❞
❝ don’t say that, ❞ you chide, grabbing for one of his hands, which you bring to your lips so you can kiss the inside of his wrist. that area smells so strongly of him you almost pass out. ❝ if we had just . . . i dunno, been paired for a project or . . . sat at the same lunch table, it sounds like this would have happened sooner. ❞
eddie’s dark gaze is cemented to yours, and his voice drops as he continues, like he’s afraid his words might shatter the moment if he speaks them too loudly.
❝ when i saw you standing there in those lace and bows, babe, you looked like — ❞ he exhales, shaking his head a little, disbelief curling at the edges of every syllable. ❝ like a fuckin’ elven princess straight out of one of my campaigns. swear to god, you looked all soft and pretty and . . . fuck. those panties. ❞
his fingers dig suddenly into the meat of your thigh, just under the edge of your skirt.
❝ pink lace. little bows. like you stepped right out of my brain and into that locker room. ❞ he kisses you again, softly, and against your lips he asks, ❝ . . . do they all look like that? or were you wearing those for like . . . a special occasion? ❞
you huff a laugh, smiling into the kiss. ❝ most of them. ❞
he pulls back and his brows lift, hope flaring.
❝ i mean, i have some normal pairs. but most of them are cute like that, yeah. ❞
eddie makes a sound that’s halfway between a choke and a moan and you grab anxiously for his fingers again, slipping them up and under your skirt. ❝ eddie, you can. you can touch. i just . . . i wanna wait until we’re back at your place to have sex. ❞
❝ we don’t have to, ❞ eddie tells you, and at your disappointed look he squeezes your thigh again, reassuring. ❝ i just mean, we can do whatever you want. i’m happy using my fingers or . . . my tongue. don’t feel like you owe me anything. ❞
❝ i want to, ❞ you let him know, urging his hand as high as it’s been now.
eddie watches you carefully as his fingers crawl up the tender skin of your thigh, and just as his thumb presses into the rough lacy edge of the cute lavender pair you’re wearing tonight —
❝ jesus christ, ❞ he mutters. ❝ you’re so fucking pretty, i don’t even deserve to look at you, let alone touch you. ❞
he’s suddenly tense against you, shoulders locking like he’s remembered who he is, where he stands in the pecking order of hawkins high. his hand falters under your skirt, like he’s about to pull it away entirely.
wanting anything in this moment but to lose his warm skin against yours, your palm slides to his cheek, warm and steady, fingers threading into his hair — which is surprisingly soft — to keep him right where he is.
❝ hey, ❞ you murmur. ❝ i told you not to think like that. or talk like that. ❞
his eyes flicker to yours, dark and uncertain.
❝ i’m not . . . too much for you? ❞ he asks quietly. ❝ or — i don’t know — wrong? ❞
you lean in and kiss him again, slow this time. not frantic. not rushed. just enough to make your meaning unmistakably clear.
when you pull back, you keep your nose brushing his.
❝ eddie munson, ❞ you whisper, ❝ i wouldn’t be letting you kiss me in the back of this mall if you weren’t exactly right for me. ❞
something in his face breaks open at that.
he swallows hard, then blurts, ❝ were you really gonna go to the principal? ❞
you blink. ❝ what? ❞
❝ after tuesday, ❞ he admits, embarrassed. ❝ i kept thinking you were gonna ruin my life, expel me or something. ❞ he may hate school, but there’s a reason he hasn’t dropped out yet.
you smile — remembering how you had indeed threatened to take the matter to the principle if eddie didn’t take you out. ❝ no. ❞
his eyes widen. ❝ no? ❞
❝ no, ❞ you repeat. ❝ i was just hoping you’d ask me out. ❞
eddie stares at you like you’ve just told him gravity isn’t real.
❝ you’re kidding. ❞
❝ i’m not. ❞ you shrug lightly, thumb again tracing the line of his jaw, that place you can’t stay away from. ❝ i figured if i scared you a little, you might actually do something. ❞
he lets out a breathy laugh, stunned. ❝ you are . . . terrifying. ❞
❝ worked, didn’t it? ❞
his answer is another kiss — deeper, slower. that thumb finally pushes its way beneath the band of your underwear, stroking the sensitive skin of your waist now. which leaves his other fingers reaching around, clenching at your backside.
you shiver, pressing in close to him. ❝ eddie? take me home now? ❞
eddie nods and stands immediately with you still in his arms.
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the drive to eddie’s place is . . . tense, to say the least.
he keeps drumming his fingers nervously on the steering wheel and glancing over at you until you sigh and reach over for his hand, place it on your thigh for him.
only then does he seem to calm, hand ghosting back and forth over your leg, although he does still look over at you periodically, like he’s still expecting you to scream for him to stop touching you.
when he makes the final turn, he takes a sharp breath and says, ❝ guess i shouldn’ve mentioned i live . . . here. ❞
the van rolls to a stop in front of a trailer — porch light humming, dirty metal stairs leading up to an even dirtier front door.
❝ mhm, and? ❞ you already knew eddie lived here with his uncle, it wasn’t a secret. it was one of the many things jason carver and his goons liked to make fun of eddie for.
❝ well, it’s not exactly a house. ❞
❝ duh. ❞ you tug on his hand and whine, ❝ eddie. come on. ❞
luckily, he obeys without much more obstinacy, hopping from the van and coming around to your side to open the door for you.
❝ my lady. ❞ he speaks in a very good british accent, bowing low, clearly putting his D&D skills to good use.
with a giggle, you take his hand and let him lead you to the door.
it’s gotten fairly cold out, so you stand shuffling from foot to foot as eddie unlocks the door.
even after you’ve gotten inside, you waffle by the entryway, shivering as eddie flits around turning on lights. ❝ if you’re hungry, i think there’s some pizza in the fridge. i also always have pretzels lying around here somewhere. ❞
he’s coming back for you down the hallway where he’s turned on a side light, mumbling something about, ❝ sorry it’s kind of a mess in here. my uncle works nights and — ❞
you greet him with a kiss, giving meaning to the phrase ❛ throwing yourself at him. ❜ his mouth is wet and hungry under yours, steadying the two of you as he stumbles back with his arms around you.
yours are flung around his shoulders, on tiptoe in order to be able to continue kissing him properly. ❝ eds. touch me. ❞
eddie makes a low sound into your mouth — one you can only describe as needy — and his hands find you instinctively, both under your skirt, suddenly gripping your ass.
❝ goddamn, is that . . . ❞ his breath catches in his throat and you step forward to latch your lips to his adam’s apple. ❝ is that . . . silk? ❞
❝ satin, ❞ you correct him with a smile, worrying your teeth over his skin. he’s going to have one hell of a hickey on his throat monday at school.
❝ god, ❞ he murmurs. ❝ you’re gonna kill me. ❞
you smile against his neck. ❝ bedroom, then? ❞
that does it.
he laughs and takes your hand, tugging you down the narrow hallway. he stops halfway down to bang on the thermostat. ❝ sorry it’s kinda cold. heating system’s ancient. it should warm up in here soon. ❞
you merely run your free hand down his arm, trying to convey the sentiment that you don’t care, that there are more important things to be taken care of.
eddie’s room is lit but dim, familiar, lived-in ; band posters, scattered clothes, the faint hum of something electric in the background.
the door barely clicks shut before he’s kissing you again.
slow and deep, eddie memorizing every single one of your gasps and moans.
his hands are careful but everywhere — skimming up under your shirt, on your waist, under your skirt again — grounding himself in the reality of you standing here with him.
at some point, foreheads pressed together, he exhales shakily.
❝ can i ask you something? ❞
you nod, nose brushing his again.
❝ are you . . . ❞ he takes a lock of your hair and places it gingerly over your shoulder, stroking your tresses like you’re a doll to be pampered. ❝ is this your first time? ❞
you nod.
eddie’s hand stills in your hair. ❝ really? figured you’d have guys throwing themselves at you. ❞ his hand meets your waist again, squeezing as if to say ❛ how are you a virgin, looking like this? ❜
❝ guys try, ❞ you admit. ❝ but i really need to trust someone to want to do that with them. ❞
he studies you for a long moment, thumb tracing slow circles at your hip.
❝ and you trust me? ❞
another nod ; you’ve never been more sure of anything.
something in his chest visibly gives.
❝ jesus, ❞ he whispers. ❝ you have no idea what that does to me. ❞
he kisses you again — reverent now — starting to shuffle you back toward his bed.
❝ we’ll go slow, ❞ he murmurs against your lips. ❝ okay? ❞
❝ okay. i trust you, ❞ you tell him again.
❝ thank you. ❞
the both of you toe your shoes off and when he pulls you down with him onto the bed, it’s with care, letting you scoot up the bed until your head is on his pillows. everything smells so much like him now you never want to leave.
he flattens the messy covers around you and when he opens his mouth, you can tell he’s about to apologize again. for what, this time? for how disorganized his room is? for how cold it still is? just for being eddie munson?
you cut him off before he can. ❝ shh. don’t apologize. ❞
you pull him down over you by his shoulders, and eddie covers your body with his.
and though you’ve never done this before, your legs instinctually know where they should go — right around eddie’s tight waist, squeezing, never wanting to let him go.
eddie braces himself with a hand beside your head, while the other cups the outside of your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin.
❝ what you’ve been waiting for, ❞ you sigh, reaching for the zipper at your side.
eddie doesn’t answer, seemingly transfixed by your skirt or whatever’s beneath it.
tugging that zipper down, you let your skirt fall open around you and eddie takes a deep, sudden breath.
you’re encased in a pair of soft lavender satin panties tonight, the whole pair edged with lace with one big white bow at the front.
eddie has stopped moving.
his eyes drag slowly over you, dark and hungry and stunned, like he’s trying to convince himself you aren’t some cruel hallucination. his hand tightens on your thigh. ❝ baby . . . if this is some kinda prank, something your friends put you up to, you need to tell me now. ❞
❝ it’s not. ❞
❝ fuck, ❞ he breathes, barely louder than the hum of the heat finally kicking on. ❝ you’re . . . ❞
he’s seemingly unable to finish his sentence.
his fingers come to brush the lace edge just at the crux of your right thigh, tentative at first — still reverent, like he’s afraid he might ruin these delicate things just by touching. the satin, when he runs his fingers a little higher, is cool beneath his fingertips, smooth, impossibly soft.
❝ jesus christ, ❞ he mutters to himself.
his thumb now traces the line of lace, slow and deliberate, following the curve of your hip up to your waist. you hear him swallow above you.
❝ do you have any idea what you look like right now? ❞
you want to make a joke, you really do, but eddie looking at you like this, touching you like this, like you’re some precious thing, it takes away your ability to do much more than say his name.
❝ eddie? ❞
❝ i know. ❞ his big hand spreads out on your hip. ❝ i know, baby. ❞
you don’t know when you started shaking, but you realize eddie’s trying to soothe your tremors by scooping an arm beneath you, gathering you up against him as he presses a kiss to your neck. ❝ going too fast? ❞
❝ n-no. i mean, i didn’t think so. maybe . . . you show me something now. i can’t be the only one getting naked here. ❞ you knee him in the ribs as gently as you can.
with a grin, eddie pulls back.
when he does, you can see the very obvious tent in his jeans. just like in the locker room. if you were curious then, you’re very curious now.
eddie's grin widens at your words, his eyes darkening with pure lust as he looks down on you. ❝ oh sweetheart, aren’t you playing with fire now . . . ? ❞ he growls playfully, and leans in to nip at your lower lip.
his hands roam your curves possessively, squeezing and caressing every inch of exposed skin. he can feel the heat radiating off of your body and it makes his cock throb with need. ❝ you wanna see what you do to me, baby? how hard you make me? ❞
with a swift movement, eddie stands up and starts unbuckling his belt. his jeans fall to the floor with a soft sound as he kicks them aside. he's left standing there in his shirt and a pair of black briefs, which are straining against his massive erection.
he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear teasingly. ❝ like what you see so far, princess? nothin’ fancy like yours, but i think this works for me . . . ❞
and it definitely does work for him — the midnight black of those briefs against the pale porcelain of his thighs makes you want to attack him.
instead, you pull him down atop you once more, legs around his waist, one hand in his hair and the other snaking between the two of you to palm him through the thin cotton of his underwear. ❝ eds. you're so hard . . . is that all for me? ❞
your hand cupping his aching cock earns you a deep-seated groan, the worn, flimsy fabric of his boxers doing little to hide how hard he is for you. he grinds against your hand, wanting more. ❝ fuck yes, baby girl . . . all for you. every thick inch of me is yours. ❞
he captures your lips in another searing kiss, tongue diving into your mouth to taste and claim every inch. his hips rock against yours steadily now, the heat of your bodies mingling as you rut together.
❝ you feel that? feel how much I want you? how much i’ve been wanting you? ❞ he pants between kisses. ❝ i'm gonna fuck you so good tonight, sweetheart. gonna take my time and make that little pussy mine. ❞
one large hand slides down to grip your ass possessively while the other reaches up to tug at the hem of your shirt. ❝ got somethin’ pretty on up here, too? i wanna see, wanna suck on your nipples until you're begging for my cock . . . ❞
eddie's words make you shy ; you’ve never heard someone talk that dirty before. a soft pink blush starts at your cheeks and drips all the way down to the top of your chest.
you also realize that, if what eddie says is true, he's lain in this very bed before touching himself to the thought of you. ❝ oh god, ❞ you whisper, leaning up to take the bottom of your shirt in hand and yank it off.
laying it aside, you hear eddie exhale sharply. you’re wearing a matching set, so your bra is a nice soft purple too, with satin cups and lacy trim, another big white bow right in the middle of your chest.
eddie's eyes darken with lust, the sight of you in such a dainty set making his cock throb painfully. he licks his lips hungrily. ❝ fuck, you look so good like this . . . like a goddamn princess, i swear. ❞
he leans down to nuzzle at the swell of your breasts, pressing open mouthed kisses along the tops of them before reaching behind to unclasp your bra. his hair tickles you as the lacy garment falls away and eddie groans at the sight of your bare tits.
❝ so fucking perfect . . . ❞ he murmurs reverently before taking one pert nipple into his mouth. he suckles and laps greedily at it while he rolls the other between his fingers.
his hips continue to grind at your center, both of your underwear now soaked with your arousal and some of eddie’s precum. eddie can feel how wet you are even through the fabric. ❝ you're dripping for me already, aren't you, baby? such a needy little thing . . . ❞
you’re squirming, loving all the attention eddie's giving you, all the sweet things he's saying to you. ❝ eddie . . . ❞ you love saying his name, too, loves the way it feels in your mouth, between your teeth.
once eddie sucks that nipple between his lips, you let out an embarrassing moan, fingers scrabbling for purchase against the hard, lean planes of his back. ❝ eddie, eddie . . . want you. want you so bad! ❞
at your desperate plea, eddie groans around your nipple, the sound juddering against your sensitive flesh. he releases it with a wet pop before kissing his way to your other breast to give it the same treatment.
❝ fuck, i want you too, baby . . . want to bury my cock in your tight little pussy and make you scream my name, ❞ he growls, nibbling playfully at your breast.
he sits up suddenly, drawing your legs wider around him as he reaches down to hook his fingers into the waistband of those soft lavender panties. ❝ as much as i love these, ‘m gonna take ‘em off now . . . wanna see all of you. ❞
slowly, like he’s savoring every inch of you being revealed to him, he pulls those panties painstakingly down your legs before tossing them aside. he takes a moment to drink in the sight of you laid out naked beneath him, a feast for his eyes.
you’re embarrassed again, now only because he can see what he’s done to you. your little pussy is a mess, smeared with your own juices.
❝ so fucking gorgeous . . . can't wait to taste every inch of you, ❞ he murmurs, sliding suddenly down between your thighs. ❝ gonna eat this pretty pussy until you're shaking . . . is that okay? ❞
eddie's cheek is pressed to your thigh and your hand is in his hair, petting. more to soothe yourself than him. you nod, less embarrassed now and more nervous. what if eddie doesn't like how you taste? what if he thinks you’re too wet? what if —
eddie’s nuzzling into your thigh, hands sneaking around to cradle your hips. he can feel your nervousness and it makes him want to take extra care of you. ❝ shh, it's okay, baby . . . just relax for me. i’m gonna take such good care of you, i promise. ❞
he places a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh before trailing his lips lower. his breath ghosts over your slick folds and you shiver. ❝ you smell so good, sweetheart . . . can't wait any longer to taste you. ❞
eddie leans in and licks a slow stripe up your slit, groaning at the taste of your arousal. ❝ fuuuck, you taste amazing . . . so sweet. fuckin’ delicious. ❞
he seals his mouth over your pussy and starts lapping at you eagerly, tongue delving between your folds to collect every drop of your essence. eddie focuses on teasing around your clit with the tip of his tongue while sucking gently.
you’re really squirming now, breathing heavily, writhing on eddie’s bed and tightening your thighs around his head. ❝ e-eddie . . . oh god. ❞
❝ that's it, baby, ❞ he mumbles against your slick cunt, ❝ just let go . . . wanna make this pretty pussy cum all over my face. ❞
one particularly insistent swipe of his tongue over your clit makes you thrash, but eddie is holding you down by your hips. ❝ unh . . . eddie. fuck, i'm gonna — ❞
your thighs start to tremble around his head and he doubles his efforts, alternating between flicking his tongue rapidly over your clit and sucking at your entrance.
❝ that's it, baby, cum for me. wanna feel this pussy fuckin’ pulse against my mouth. ❞ he’s growling against you, dark gaze trained up on your heaving chest. ❝ gonna lap up every drop of your cum. ❞
eddie suddenly has two of his thick fingers plunging deep into your tight, hot channel. he pumps them in and out steadily, curling them just so.
as close as you are, you can’t hold back.
those fingers, his tongue, his voice . . . fuck, his voice might be your favorite thing about him. and he certainly knows how to use it in the bedroom.
you scream his name one last time, fingers tight in his hair as you give one last violent spasm atop his comforter and then start to flood his mouth.
he moans as you come undone, your pussy clenching around his fingers, release dripping down his chin. he laps eagerly at you, drinking down every drop just like he said he would.
❝ fuck yes, just like that, princess. cum all over my face. ❞ he keeps his tongue and fingers running in tandem to work you through your high until you come down.
then, gently, he eases those fingers out of you before kissing his way up your body.
eddie takes a moment to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. ❝ you did so good, sweetheart. came so hard for me. ❞
your trembling arms embrace him, and you turn your face to meet him for a tender kiss, still breathing hard as eddie holds you close.
but it isn’t long before he’s reaching down, palming at himself through his briefs. ❝ fuck, that made me even harder. i wanna bury my cock in that tight little pussy and fuck you until the only thing you know how to say is my name. ❞
with the way he's started to suck so gently on your tongue, it's a miracle you can even speak when the two of you part again.
❝ y-you said you'll be gentle, yeah? ❞
❝ yes. ❞ he nods, leaning back to take you in, hands worshipping you on their way back down to your hips. ❝ told you, i’ll take care of you. ❞
almost before you know what’s happening, eddie quickly strips out of the remainder of his clothes, revealing his lean, tattooed body and the thick erection jutting from between his thighs.
your heart starts to race and eddie goes for a condom from the bedside table while you try not to think about why he needs those there, what other girls from town he may have been with.
then you reach to still his hand, shaking your head. ❝ no. please? ❞
eddie’s eyes flicker with surprise. ❝ . . . you sure? i mean, i’m clean, to my knowledge. but i have . . . been with some other girls. ❞
you huff, cheeks going red with embarrassment. ❝ i figured as much. i just . . . don't wanna use one, ❞ you finish lamely.
you know it's stupid, know it's risky. but god, if you don't get to feel him sliding bare into you you’re going to lose your mind.
looking as though he knows it’s a bad idea, but wanting to make you happy anyway, eddie sets the unopened condom back on the table and comes to hover over you again. ❝ okay. anything for my princess. ❞
another soft, doting kiss shared between the two of you has you seeing stars.
just before eddie reaches down to line himself up with your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through your still-slick folds.
his gaze meets yours and you nod and with a subtle push of his hips, the head of eddie munson’s cock pops right into your tight cunt.
❝ fuck . . . i dunno how long i’m gonna last, baby. you feel . . . nngh, god, fuck! you feel so fucking good. ❞ his fingers are bruising on your hips, though you’re sure he doesn’t mean them to be.
you know how he’s feeling, like it’s too much and not enough all at once.
❝ eddie? do i feel . . . do i feel better than those other girls? the — the ones you’ve been with before? ❞ silly, jealousy at this point, when he’s already inside of you. but you can’t help it, can’t help imagining what girls eddie munson has fucked up until now. probably sammy from your fifth period history class. she’s alternative enough. or — god — heather in band who loves to paint her face like those KISS guys. she’s exactly eddie’s type.
elbows now cushioned on either side of your head, eddie pets your hair back from your sweaty forehead. ❝ what are you thinking about? ❞ he questions softly, a smirk on his face like he knows exactly what's going through your head. ❝ there’s no contest — you’re the best fucking thing i’ve ever felt in my life. including the first time i heard metallica. ❞
your eyes go wide. ❝ wow, that's. you mean that? ❞
eddie nods solemnly. ❝ i do. and if you don't believe me, then maybe i should fuck you until you do. ❞
hips inching forward, eddie slips another inch or two more of his aching cock inside of you.
the noise you make is embarrassing, to say the least. it feels way too good to be filled up with him and there are still a few more inches to go.
he grunts, sinking into your tight heat, face buried in the crook of your neck.
❝ you’re so tight, baby. like a vice around my cock. ❞ slowly, he begins to rock his hips, easing more and more of himself inside of you with each thrust. at the same time, his hands roam protectively over your body as he fills you up completely. ❝ i think . . . you were made for me. no one else could ever feel this good. ❞
❝ i honestly . . . i expected it to hurt. fr — from what i've heard from my friends. but. it just feels good, eddie, so good. ❞ you’re surprised, completely blissed out on his cock as he starts to speed up.
eddie chuckles breathlessly against your neck. ❝ i promised i’d be gentle . . . and i always keep my promises. ❞
it doesn’t even hurt when he starts to fuck you harder, slamming deep inside of you with each snap of his hips. his hands slide down to grip your ass, canting your hips up so he can fuck you that much better. ❝ does it still feel good, baby? d’you like feeling my cock stretch this tight little pussy out? ❞
you nod fervently, sure that your fingernails are doing quite a number on eddie's back by now. ❝ you're so big, eds. i feel s — so full . . . ❞
eddie’s movements stutter and he chokes a little. ❝ mm, baby, i’m sorry — i’m so close already. but i want you to cum again first, wanna make you cream on my dick. ❞ in an effort to make that happen, eddie’s calloused fingers drop between your thighs, rubbing at your clit in tight little circles.
and that just makes you go absolutely ballistic, blindsided by your second orgasm of the night as you shake underneath of him, holding him as close as possible.
eddie practically whimpers as your pussy clamps down around him, inner walls fluttering and squeezing at his pistoning cock. and though he must be teetering on the edge as he does so, he thrusts through your orgasm, drawing it out until you’re a shaking, whimpering mess.
❝ god, you’re perfect. so fucking perfect . . . gonna fill this pussy up now, babe . . . mark you as mine. ❞
a few more hard thrusts and eddie buries himself to the hilt inside of you with a guttural moan. his cock pulses as he spills his hot spunk deep into your aching cunt.
you hold him as he cums, breath coming hot and damp against your shoulder, making the prettiest little noises you’ve ever heard a man make.
eddie collapses on top of you, his softening cock still nestled inside your quivering walls.
he nuzzles into your neck with a contented sigh. ❝ feelin’ okay? ❞
when you nod with a giggle, he rolls you onto your sides so he's no longer crushing you under his weight, his arms wrapped protectively around you. he presses a kiss to your shoulder before letting out a satisfied yawn. ❝ i could stay like this forever . . . just you and me. ❞
and wouldn’t that be nice? just you and eddie here in his room, making out and having sex forever.
but, you remember specifically the conversation that was had in the hallway on tuesday. ❝ i don’t think hellfire would take too kindly to that. ❞
❝ i’m gonna make it up to them next friday with an extra long session. but i did have to give a reasonable explanation for why i missed tonight. fair warning. ❞
you tilt your head. ❝ yeah, that you had to take me on a date. ❞
the look on eddie’s face is mischievous, dark eyes glinting. ❝ yeah, sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but that’s not a suitable explanation for my boys. ❞
frowning, you mutter, ❝ what exactly did you tell them? ❞
❝ the truth. ❞ he apologizes by way of another wet kiss to your shoulder, mouthing at the skin there.
you groan, hiding your face in eddie’s hair. ❝ that’s embarrassing . . . ❞
❝ hey, more for me than for you. i’m the one who comes off as a pervert. ❞
❝ and i’m the one who forced you to ask me out after you were a pervert, oh my god. ❞
eddie shushes you, a hand at the back of your head, cool rings ghosting back and forth over the nape of your neck. ❝ they won’t ever say anything to anyone. and i promise they don’t think less of you because of that. my boys are . . . they’re cool. ❞
nerves calming, you listen to the chilly breeze blow past outside, rattling the trailer windows and sending a draft across the bed. eddie wrestles with the tangled blankets, pulling them higher around you, although it is starting to heat up a little now that the heat has clicked on.
❝ stay? ❞ he mutters against your shoulder.
you tuck yourself in closer against him, skin to skin like eddie is your own personal space heater. ❝ i wasn’t planning on leaving. ❞
This is as all my works are, very self-indulgent. And I'll admit this got away from me very quickly. This was supposed to be shorter and more just period sex focused but then it grew organs and limbs and now I have a baby universe in my head where Eddie and reader take care of each other. But anyways, this one is about period sex, (fem)reader is really insecure about being physically intimate while on their period. (Same ✌️)
This has an obscene amount of fluff and Eddie being just so cute and understanding. The guy just wants you to feel loved. And this also has some relationship building and establishment, like I said I’m envision future drabbles so if you have suggestions that fit the theme send them my way! And finally, as always I’m open to advice, criticism, love, etc. I want to be an author when I grow up, no joke, this is kind of a test drive. So feedback is always welcome.
If period sex / blood (nothing graphic) are not your thing no worries, I have plenty more works in the pipelines for this page. So stay tuned, and enjoy.
Content Warnings:
This is an 18+ fic so MDNI. P in v sex, mentions of menstruation, period, blood, mood swings, heightened emotions
You and Eddie had been seeing each other for a while but both of you would consider things pretty casual but neither of you was seeing or pursuing anyone else. You'd slept together a few times in the past six months but really you had bonded over your shared taste in music and your budding interest in DND.
Today though Eddie knew something was up when he picked you up for school. You were quiet and kept your head down, picking at your nails as he drove seeming to not even notice the guys who made way too much noise in the back of the van. Eddie didn't make a show of it but he'd put his hand on your thigh, bumping your fidgeting hands. He's done this before, not that he cares if you pick your nails but he knows you really just need something to do with your hands, and if given the opportunity you secretly love to trace his rings and the lines of his palm. He started this when he took you to a movie once and your thumb was bleeding by the time he parked outside. "Testing to see if there rumors about me being as vampire are true?" He'd joked, making you giggle as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. The silence in the van made the pucker of his lips against your skin amplified in the dark space. You'd been embarrassed that he'd noticed the bad habit, making it difficult to meet his eyes in the moment. But later, standing in line to get into the theater you'd gone right back to picking your raw skin. He looped his big hands between yours, stopping the picking and before you could get embarrassed again, or drop his hand he nudged you gently. "Just keeping your hands busy." It was such a simple thing to say but it was one of the things on a growing list that had you falling for Eddie.
Today was no exception, he sacrificed his ring clad hand to your fidgeting, driving along without bringing any attention to your somewhat odd behavior. When he parked in the school lot the guys piled out of the van but he kept his hand on your thigh and you felt no urge to leave the cozy front seat.
"You ok, sweetheart?" The softness of his usually theatrical voice was usually only reserved for when you are alone. It's almost heart wrenching the way he's looking at you right now, big brown eyes soft at the edges, eyebrows slightly pinched together. "I'm good, just tired." You half lie, giving him a hopefully reassuring grin. Eddie chews on your words for a moment before he responds, leaning in to press his full lips to your cheek. "You need something, you let me know, ok?" A surge of emotion burns up your throat which you quickly swallow back down. You nod vigorously, blinking the annoying tears out of your eyes.
Your period always made you stupidly emotional and sensitive, quiet, moody etc. You'd had cramps all morning and were dreading sitting through seven hours of boring classes being surrounded by annoying teenagers. Your breasts were tender inside your bra and you could feel a headache coming on. It was going to be a long day.
You and Eddie didn't normally hold hands in public, not that you had anything to hide just neither of you were a fan of PDA. But today, Eddie offered you his hand as you walked towards the school and you took it, seeking any level of comfort.
Eddie didn't press you further for the rest of the morning but at lunch he asked if you wanted to ditch and go to the picnic table in the woods, offering a blunt and a ride back to the trailer park to start your weekend early.
"You warm enough?" Eddie asks, watching you fidget with the zipper of your jacket, feet shifting amongst the fallen leaves scattered across the ground behind the school. "Yeah, I'm great." You lie and he scoffs. "Liar." He declares, holding the blunt to his lips while he lights the other end. He inhales deeply and a submissive part of you wants to whine out loud, pout and ask for a shotgun but he reads the slight dip in your brow as just that. Holding your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, he brings your lips just an inch from his to blow the smoke into your waiting mouth. The action has you squeezing your thighs together, wondering if you're ovulating.
You pass the blunt back and forth for a few minutes in silence, enjoying the wind rustling the trees, birds chirping, but by the time the blunt has been smoked and Eddie's red-rimmed eyes are roving over you, you're feeling much more relaxed. "You wanna tell me what's going on?" He asks, his fingers tracing an invisibly pattern on the jeans covering your thigh. Now subdued by the weed the frustration isn't as sharp as before but it has you almost sad. Why did you have to go through this once a month? And why was it worse some months and like nothing at all others? Hormones suck.
"I just don't feel great." You admit, sheepishly. "I could always take you home, you don't have to come to mine this weekend." He offers and you sigh. Eddie's uncle was away on a fishing trip with some friends this weekend, leaving you and Eddie with the trailer all to yourselves. Eddie was never one to push for sex, he knows he can catch more flies with honey when it comes to you. So you know his offer is genuine, he would take you home, no pouting or whining.
"No, I still want to come over, I'm not like sick or anything, just-" You hesitate, this feels deeper than the casual status the two of you have maintained. Eddie waits patiently, making you want to spill your bloody guts even more. "girl stuff." You mumble the words and he shifts beside you on the bench. Instead of shifting away like you expect his arm encircles you and he presses his lips to your cheek. "Really?" He asks and you glance at him sideways, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Sweetheart, blood doesn't scare me." You can hear the smile in his voice but it still makes you cover your face with your hands as he presses a series of kisses to the side of your head. "Remember the vampire rumors?" He teases and you fall out in a fit of giggles. Some of it is the weed, some of it is Eddie's disarming nature but regardless you do feel silly keeping this from him. When he gently preys your hands from your blushed face, he cups your cheeks so you can't look away from him.
"Blood doesn't scare me." He says, his big brown eyes boring into yours. The intimacy of the moment surprises you and has you wiggling on the wood of the bench seat. "Neither do cramps or mood swings." The corner of his mouth ticks up ever so slightly. "Eddie." His name slips between your parted lips in an arid whisper. You watch his pupils dilate ever so slightly, his expression twitches in confusion. "Wait a second, are you- are you turned on right now?" You pinch your eyes shut in pure embarrassment, giggles pouring out of you.
"Eddie!" You curly your fingers around his, feeling the fuzzy effects of the weed all the way down to your toes now. "I-." You stop yourself as he winds his arms around your middle, pulling you against his side, your fingers folding into his many layers of denim and leather. "Hmmm?" He prompts you, bending to the side, pressing kisses down the side of your jaw, "You were saying, sweetheart?" he nips gently at your ear lobe. "How I have you all flustered and turned on, all needy and squirming." When his lips brush your collar, a soft gasp close enough to a moan leaves you and Eddie responses with a sigh of his own satisfaction. "So," He pulls his head of wild curls back away from your exposed throat to give you his signature goofy-ass grin. "back to mine?" He asks, and past the dilated pupils, slightly flushed cheeks and stretched denim in his lap he is actually asking. He'd take you home, no questions asked, in a heartbeat. "Yeah," You agree easily, "back to yours." You say and he bends to press the tip of his nose to yours in a sweet Eskimo style kiss.
You make your way back to his van in the full lot, at least two more hours of classes the two of you are bypassing today, you'll pay the consequences for this Monday, but that is a long way away right now. You tend to live by the idea that you only live once, and skipping a class or two, here and there is healthy. You're not a troubled youth, your grades are fine, even Eddie's have improved since he's started seeing you. By the time Eddie is turning into the trailer park any worries about school or your parents are long behind you.
"Hungry?" Eddie asks, stepping aside to hold the front door open for you. "Sure." You say, toeing off your shoes by the door. You've spent a fair amount of nights and weekends in the Munson home in the last six months. You're comfortable here, you know where most things are, and feel like you can help yourself to pretty much anything. You've met Wayne, he's polite to you but overall a pretty quiet guy. You're comfortable here, even now when you feel uncomfortable in your own skin. "Why don't you go get comfy, I'll bring you some mac n' cheese." You look at Eddie already retrieving his favorite pot from the cupboard. He shrugs, smirking. "My specialty." You roll your eyes and grin to yourself as you make your way to his room. It's been a week or so since you've been here, the last time you were over you were planted on the couch for a movie marathon.
Eddie's room is a disaster zone but you're slowly learning where things are in here. You waste no time ridding yourself of your bra and jeans, letting the swell of your slightly bloated stomach breathe. You pull on the pajama shorts you brought with you, kicking yourself for not shaving your legs this morning, feeling the slight prickle on your calves. Self consciousness begins to creep up your spine thinking about the bloating between your hip bones, the stubble on your legs, the sag to your aching chest….
It’s like he knows, tapping his knuckles against the door frame snapping you out of your self-hatred spiral. “Hey, I’m out of smokes, do you mind watching the stove for a minute and I’ll run and grab some?” You nod easily, following him back to the kitchen where he swipes his keys off the hook. “Want anything?” You shake your head. “I’m good.” You say, wanting to tell him to hurry back but not wanting to sound needy.
Eddie is only gone for roughly seven minutes, not that you were counting. When he comes back inside he slips a chocolate bar into your hand while he gently scoots you away from the stove. “Dessert before dinner.” He winks, pressing a quick peck to your cheek. “I got this, go find something on tv.” It’s not in you to not comply.
You’ve never looked for someone to take care of you but Eddie just makes things easier for you. Like when he picked up on your fidgeting hands, giving you a little distraction. And knowing something was up with you today but not pushing too hard and now the chocolate bar… The Munson’s couch is perfectly broken in and comfortable, the movie marathon that brought you by last and to this couch had you fighting your heavy eyelids during the third movie. You settle in and pull the throw blanket off the back to pull around your shoulders. The chocolate is nice. Really nice, actually. You think about it but you can’t remember if a boy ever bought you chocolate before, and of any of them ever did it wasn’t because you were on your period. That fact you’d always managed to keep hidden from boys who were close in your orbit.
You flip through the basic cable channels and land on some haunted house show really just for background noise, your stomach rumbling in competition with the theatrical screaming on the flickering screen. When Eddie joins you he brings two heaping bowls of gooey mac n’ cheese. “Did the chocolate miraculously heal you?” He teases around a mouth full of pasta. “Oh yeah, I’m cured.” You remark back with heavy sarcasm. He chuckles and bumps his shoulder against yours gently.
That’s another thing about Eddie, you’ve noticed the closer you’ve gotten he loves to touch you, even when he’s stepping around you in the halls at school he’ll press his hand to the small of your back. At first you didn’t pay much attention to it, thinking maybe he’s just a handsy guy but you noticed he didn’t do it with everyone. Especially girls, you watch him nearly fall over once when Nancy rushed past him in the hallway. It seemed he liked touching you. And this is where the conversation got complicated, neither of you were seeing anyone else, you’ve had sex a handful of times and today felt like something even slightly deeper. In a lot of ways you feel out of commission, most guys hear words like period and menstruation and scrunch their nose up, saying they’ll call you in a week. But Eddie leaned in, kissed your face and bought you a chocolate bar; he made you dinner and still invited you to stay for the weekend.
Suddenly you realize Eddie is staring at you, head tilted slightly, like he’s patiently waiting for you to answer. “What?” You mumble and he smirks. “I asked if you had enough to eat.” He says, nodding down to your half eaten bowl of cheese and pasta. “Oh, yeah I’m done- um thanks.” You feel your face heat up again as he slips the bowl out of your fingers and takes it back to the kitchen. How long were you stuck in your head?
“You look so cute when you do that.” He says, plopping down on the couch beside you again. You look back at him most certainly like a deer in a set of headlights. “What?” You say again, still confused. “When you blush like that, you’re really pretty, I mean you’re always really pretty but when you get a little shy-.” He clears his throat, clearly trying to recover. “You’re pretty.” He shrugs and you smirk in disbelief. You certainly don’t feel pretty today. You look down at your hands, absentmindedly picking at the side of your thumb when Eddie drops his big hand into yours.
“Can I ask you something?” He asks, and you look up to see his own cheeks turning a soft pink. “Something pretty embarrassing.” He clarifies and you giggle, squeezing his hand between yours. “Sure, I’m all ears.” You say and he grins, using his free hand to brush your hair back and tuck it behind your ear. The gesture giving you goosebumps. “I don’t care about labels and stuff and I know we’ve been keeping things pretty casual but-.” His words take you by surprise which shows all over your face “-and I don’t care, really but I mean I don’t know-.” He trails off, his neck turning pink now.
“You want me to be your girlfriend?” You clarify, the word feeling like a buzz against your lips. Much to your annoyance on top of the cramps raging through your abdomen butterflies flutter up your chest. “Only if you want to be my girlfriend.” He says, giving you a soft look that ultimately shows him in full vulnerability. You look down at his hand in between yours and twist the emerald ring that you deemed your favorite around his finger.
“You want a girlfriend?” You ask, unable to mask the smile forming on your lips. He scoots impossibly closer to you on the couch, “I want you to be my girlfriend.” He clarifies, flexing his fingers around yours. You’re smiling down at your intertwined fingers when it dawns on you. “Were you actually out of cigarettes?” He laughs, bringing giggles out of you, too.
“No, I wasn’t out. I guess I was buttering you up.” He teases and you turn to him and press your lips to his. He quickly cups your face, deepening the kiss. It always surprised you how soft Eddie’s lips were, soft and skilled. Your fingers twist up into his curls and his hands pull you onto his lap, knees pressing into the couch on either side of his hips. Eddie kisses you like he can’t get enough, making you dizzy and fuzzy in the head.
When you finally pull back to catch your breath you realize you had started rolling your hips, rubbing your core over his bulge covered in denim. “So, you’re saying yes?” He asks, his hands stilling your hips, his eyes searching yours. You nod and giggle when he smiles back at you. “It was the chocolate bar.” You tease and he rolls his eyes, leaning in to kiss your cheek and leave a trail of kisses down your throat. A soft moan leaves your parted lips as you let your eyes close, feeling how sensitive you are to his touch right now. He moans into your collar, fingers pulling the neck of your t-shirt down, to nip at your shoulder.
“Can I take this off?” He asks, gently curling his fingers under the hem of your shirt. You nod vigorously and lift your arms up but he pulls back to look at you. “Tell me, baby.” He whispers and you feel the shiver of excitement run up your spine. “Yes, Eddie.” You murmur and he hums, pleased as he pulls the fabric up and over your head.
He peppers kisses across the top of your chest, his hands moving around to cup under your breasts and much to your annoyance you flinch. “What’s wrong?” He asks, pulling back immediately to see your flushed cheeks, wanting to cover up and hide. “M’ just a little sore.” You mumble, leaning into him, pressing your chest to his, hiding against his shoulder, breathing in the smell of his detergent, shampoo and faint nicotine. It’s like he reads your mind, his arms encircle your waste and rub a soothing path up and down your exposed spine.
The insecurity creeps up the back of your neck but Eddie doesn’t make any move to get away from you, he hugs you and presses his lips against your temple. “You want to just watch the movie?” He asks, and you feel your heart drop and the back of your throat burns. You’re never like this until you’re on your period. Then you hesitate, feel horribly ugly, can’t get your words out, and just don’t feel like yourself. And worst of all right now you’re horny but you’re afraid to say anything. Ever since Eddie clocked it in the woods behind the school earlier this afternoon you’re panties have felt sticky between your legs. Just thinking about it reminds you that you’ll need to change your tampon soon.
“Being a girl is stupid.” You mumble against his shoulder. He laughs before you can recant your statement. You’d mention for that thought to stay inside but it has Eddie laughing and hugging you a little tighter to his chest. “You should try being a guy, talk about stupid.” He teases, pulling back trying to get a look at you. “We can do whatever you want, sweetheart.” He brushes your hair back with one hand so he can see at most half of your face. “I’d be more than happy to help you out with your cramps.” He winks and you turn your face away , hiding the blush and devious grin that has cracked across your face. “Or we can just watch the movie, I could roll another joint, really whatever you want.” You sigh into his shoulder wishing he’d just tell you what to do.
You’re horny, crampy, and self conscious wishing Eddie could just read your mind. “Hey.” He murmurs, his voice deeper now, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin. “I can make you feel good, sweetheart.” You feel your thighs tense at his words and feel his lips turn into a smile against your skin. His hands roam slowly up and down the sides of your waste, his thumbs brushing lightly against the sides of your sensitive breasts, your breath catching in your throat. “You know I can make you feel good baby, you just need to tell me.” Your hips move of their own accord, seeking friction against him. His hands stop at your hips, holding you still causing a frustrated whine to come out of the back of your throat. Eddie chuckles, darkly.
“Use your words, and I’ll do it for you.” He offers and you sigh, giving in, feeling the impossible heat on your cheeks. “Please Eddie?” You mumble barely above a whisper. “Please, what?” He teases, gently twisting his fingers up the hair at the nape of your neck. He tightens his fist and pulls gently, forcing your head up so he can look you in the eye. “Please, what sweetheart?” He prompts you again. You feel like you’re on fire from head to toe. Without a doubt this is how Eddie charmed you into bed the first time and every time after that. This soft dominance he can wave around like a magic wand.
"Please Eddie, make me feel good." You say the words finally earning yourself as full smile from him. "Good girl." He murmurs, pressing his full lips to yours. He releases his hold on your hair and grips your hips again to guide your rhythm over his denim clad bulge.
"That is, sweetheart, use me." A shameful whimper leaves your lips between kisses. You let yourself fall under his spell, let his big hands drag you back and forth over his hardness. You let each strike of friction to your clit spark up your spine. "You're doing so good sweetheart, let me take you to bed." He says it like he's asking but you both know he really isn't. You nod, vigorously as Eddie scoots you both towards the edge of the couch and you remember your tampon that needs changed. Fuck.
"Eddie." You grip his forearms, stopping him, pushing back to stand up but as you do the evidence is all over his lap. Blood stained in smears across the denim. "Hey, it's ok." Eddie's voice cuts through the static clogging your ears. "Oh my god." You mumbler, your voice not sounding like your own, you feel blood rushing to the surface of your skin ten fold, now. You'd bet even the tips of your ears are aflame. "Hey, don't panic, it'll wash out." He says as you take in your own clothes also stained. You wiggle, trying to get out of his lap but his big hands hold you steady. "Where are you going?" He asks, leaning to try and meet your eyes.
"Let me up, I'm so sorry-." The panic is rising in your throat along with the burn of emotions and you know any second tears will begin to prick the corners of your eyes. "Sweetheart, I said it earlier, I'm not afraid of blood." He holds your chin like he had earlier when you were smoking. "I'm more than capable of doing a load of laundry, but first I want to get back to making my girlfriend moan." He's looking at you like you didn't just ruin his favorite pair of jeans, he's looking at you like you spilled a glass of water or something simply fixed. "You're in your head about this, it's no big deal." You look back at his big brown eyes and feel his words wrap around you in the air. He means what he's saying to you. You're just struggling to believe it.
"I'm embarrassed." You mumble and he shakes his head, his hair moving in the corners of your vision. "You don't need to be, I'm not mad, honestly it's kind of hot." He grins and you blink, trying to clear your head. Did he just say this was hot? "What?" You mumble.
"You're hormonal right, horny, you got so worked up you just couldn't help but rub your little cunt on me-." You gasp softly at his words, a new kind of shame zipping up your spine, how was he able to make this sexy? "Eddie." You mumble, somewhat horrified, pressing your palm over his mouth making him laugh, collecting your hand in his. "Come on, let me get a towel, let me take you to bed." He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your warm cheek. "Let me make you feel good."
Eddie slides you off his lap and stands to meet you, smiling warmly. "Come on." He twists his fingers with yours and leads you down the hallway to his bedroom. When he leaves to go to the bathroom you cover your exposed chest with your arms. Eddie quickly returns with a black bath towel and missing his ruined jeans just in his boxers now. He smooths out the towel on the bed before he turns back and he takes in your reluctance.
"Come here, sweetheart." Eddie holds his arms open for you, and you easily step into his embrace. "You want to do this?" He asks, his hands roving over your back, soft eyes scanning over your face. You shift your weight from one foot to the other a few times, letting your arms down to wrap around his waist. There is an undeniable ache low in your belly from the fire Eddie has lightly stoked over the last hour or so. And as insecure as you feel in this situation Eddie just keeps looking back at you with not single sign of disgust or hesitation.
"Yeah, I want to do this, Eddie." You say with only a slight waiver in your voice, he smiles and presses a soft kiss to your lips. "Please?" He groans when the whisper slips from your open mouth. "Good fucking girl." He says, walking you backwards slowly towards the bed. When your knees hit the edge of the mattress he stops and takes a half step back to rid himself of his shirt. His hands are quickly back on your skin, running the waistband of your shorts. "If you don't like something, tell me to stop." He says, dropping all machismo from his demeanor for a moment. Damn, it'd be so easy to fall head over heels for this man. You nod as he pulls your shorts down and lets his finger tips trail back up your legs. His right hand slowly slotting between your legs, pressing up at your core, causing a whimper to fall from your lips.
Eddie hums, making your head feel fuzzy, the sound deep, rumbling from his chest. "Do you have any idea how this is about to feel for me?" He asks, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly. You feel your breath catch as his fingers hook around your panties and finally touch where you need him the most. His finger tips start working lazy circles over your swollen clit. "How wet and warm you are right now, and you're so sensitive, bet I can make you cum three times." He says and you exhale, realizing you'd been holding your breath. Your brain won't form a full thought let alone a sentence so you just nod dumbly back at him and he smirks. "Gimme your leg, sweetheart."
His free hand helps you bend your leg up and when you wobble your arms lock around his neck seeking stability and a kiss. He’s all to happy to grant you one as his fingers still toying with the top of your sex slip down between your lips and you gasp when you feel the sudden gentle tug on your tampon string. His eyes meet yours, silently asking permission. The taboo of it all has you shy and biting down on your lip, but the burning in your belly, the static in your clit have you nodding, ready to beg. Lucky for you he doesn’t make you beg, he holds you steady and eases the tampon out of your clenching hole, discarding it in the trashcan beside his nightstand. Your body wants to flinch away at the odd feeing, but it’s quickly washed over when his fingers return to your sex.
“Fuck, that’s better.” His fingers glide through your soaked lips now, mapping out your entrance while you loose control of your breath and lean harder against his body. “S’that feel good, sweetheart?” He asks but it almost sounds like he’s farther away. “Come on, use your words.” His finger slow and begin to pull away making your head snap back up. “Yes!” You say too loudly, too quickly making Eddie chuckle, but he rewards you with a soft kiss to your trembling lips.
You wiggle your hips impatiently, wanting his fingers inside. “So impatient.” He calls you out and you let your forehead fall against his shoulder, the shame zapping up your spine no longer anything you’re afraid of. “You want it so bad huh?” He nudges you gently off his shoulder so he can look at you again.
“Let me lay you out, I wanna take care of you.” You’ve never felt so dumb, reduced to a whimper and an open mouthed nod as Eddie leans you back on his bed. He adjusts you so your head rests comfortably on his pillows and he’s on you again, kissing your skin, making you feel like you’re in a haze barely realizing he's pulling your panties off. You almost feel drunk on the lust. His hand moves back between your legs, giving a few quick rubs to your puffy clit before descending to your waiting slit. He presses his lips to yours as he swallows the moan that rips from your chest as one of his fingers presses inside. He’s slow, gentle, it makes your heart sing.
His finger pumps in and out a few times before he presses in a second one. Your pelvis arches up against his arm, your fingers digging into his bat tattoo. He’s watching your face for any sign of discomfort. He works his fingers in and out until he settles them inside and starts curling them up causing your nails to bite into his inked skin. “Fuck that's it baby, you’re doing so good for me.” Your knees pull up and fall open giving his more room to work, his eyes rove down your body, taking in the way your breasts move with the movements of his hand, the ways your toes curl and how your hips rut up, helping him hit that perfect spot at the back of your pussy. “Such a good girl for me.” His lips press to your chest, inching towards your peeked nipples.
His lips enclose your nipple and you feel tears rush to your eyes. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He pulls away noticing the way you flinch. “No, please,” you whimper pathetically on the bed. “Please Eddie don’t stop.” Tears begins to trickle down the corners of your eyes and you watch his pupils dilate. “Fuck, sweetheart you are a dream.” He gives you a devious grin before returning his mouth to your chest. More gentle this time his tongue laves over your nipple, giving the sensitive skin soft kitten licks, and you feel that building pressure in your belly. Eddie has made you feel good every time you’ve been with him but this is more intense, this hyper sensitivity is making your head spin.
“You think you can cum for me?” He murmurs, paying your other nipple the same gentle attention. “Wanna feel you squeeze my fingers.” He whispers against your skin, and your hips buck harder up against him. “I can feel it, you’re getting close. Come on sweetheart, show me how good I make you feel.” His words are your undoing. Your back arches up off the bed, your hearing cutting out for an unknown number of seconds.
“Good girl.” Eddie’s voice is your first sign that you didn’t in fact leave this plain of existence. “You did so good for me.” His lips press tenderly to your wet cheek, his fingers slowly begin pulling from you, an embarrassing wet suction sound coming from between your legs. “Fuck.” You breathe and he laughs, whipping his fingers off on the leg of his boxer shorts. “Damn you’re so hot,” he says and you breathe a laugh, turning on your side to curl into his chest. He drapes his arm over you and lets you hide to recover against his skin. You feel like you just ran a mile but the thoughts of the blood have left you completely.
“You ok?” He asks after a few minutes of silence, you’d zoned out, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I’m great.” You grin into his skin and he chuckles again. “What can I say? I’ve got talent.” He teases and you pinch his side earning you a kiss to the top of your head. “You want some water?” He asks, his fingers combing gently through your hair. “Maybe a shower and we get back to that movie?” He asks and you lean back to shake your head at him. “No?” He looks confused. “No.” You parrot back to him and he searches your face for the right answer. “I want you to fuck me now.”
The smile that spreads across his handsome face could win an award, you’re sure of it. “Is that why you just pinched me? To let me know I wasn’t dreaming?” You giggle but roll your eyes. “You’re a dork.” You mumble and he presses you back against the bed. “A dork who gets to fuck you.” He murmurs into the side of your throat, his teeth nipping down across your collar bone.
“Do you want me to-.” You trail off, feeling his cock press to the insides of your thighs. “Honestly?” He asks and you nod, arching your back into his soft nips across your chest. “If you touch me I’m probably going to bust.” He says and you giggle at his boldness. Its adorable how unafraid he is to tell you truths like that. “So, please just this once spare me.” He breaths a laugh into your skin. He stands for a moment to pull down his boxers, your hips wiggle watching his cock bounce back up against his stomach. He fishes a condom from his nightstand, you don’t miss the staining on his fingers as he rolls the condom over his blushing cock. He hums, stroking himself spreading a bit of lube over the latex.
“God now you’re making me blush.” He looks down at you staring and you feel almost proud for having such an effect on him. “You’re pretty.” You say and he bends to kiss you, before climbing back up on the bed. His hips slot between your thighs and he watches your face carefully as he pushes his arm under your lower back, helping you arch perfectly. His other hand takes hold of his cock and brushes the spongy tip up against your clit making you jump. “Easy sweetheart.” Eddie murmurs, his own breath becoming faster.
You bend your knees up giving him easier access to your center as he brushes his latex covered tip from the top of your sex down to your waiting hole. One more brush up at your clit has you whimpering for him and he begins pressing inside of you. Eddie is big, there is no denying that, he takes some adjusting at first. When he brings his hand up to cup your cheek you lean into it, feeling his hips take over where you both connect. “I know baby, I know.” He whispers, his eyes boring into your own. He gives you shallow and slow thrusts at first, letting your body adjust. You’re breathless, dizzy again, trying to process the stimulation you didn’t even know your body was capable of. Eddie moans softly with every inch he works his way into you. “Doing so good sweet girl, you feel so good.” His praise distracts from the pinch you feel deep inside. Nothing like the first time you let him in but still a bit present.
When he fully settles his hips against yours, he presses a deep kiss to your lips. “Good?” He asks, his thumb brushing your cheek. “Good.” You parrot back, and he smiles. “My good girl.” He praises as he pulls his hips back just a bit before giving it back to you only slightly faster. But you still feel it, the shock in your teeth of his cock hitting that spot deep inside of you. He builds a steady rhythm, his breath rushing over your face. The care Eddie pays you is overwhelming. It's this careful obsession that draws you to him, when he looks at you he isn't just looking, he's studying. He's learning you, learning how to make you gasp, how to make you blush and most beautifully how to make you comfortable.
"I can feel you baby, you're so close. Give it to me, cum for me. I wanna feel you." Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, breathing heavier through your nose. You feel it, from the curl in your toes, to the coil wrapping tighter around itself in the pit of your stomach. And you want to, more than anything give him what he wants. You'd give him anything. The coil snaps and your eyes pinch closed and jaw falls open, a wail ripping from your throat. "That's it baby, fuck you're squeezing me so tight." You hear his voice but it feels so much farther away. "I've got you." He says while he fucks you through the clenching of your muscles, when you eyes open as your high wanes he's pressing kisses to your face. Your ankles cross behind his back, clinging to him, wishing you could soak into his skin.
"You think you can give me one more?" Your eyes meet, yours beginning to blur with tears. "Hm?" He prods, "I want you to cum with me." Its not in you to not agree, so you nod, and reach towards his lips and he kisses you, his tongue brushing against yours as he pulls his hips back and begins to build a rhythm again. "Eddie." His name is a whisper like your body is verbalizing who is making you feel so good, so cared for.
You feel the sensations building faster in your body this time. And you see it in Eddie's face, how he's holding back for you, wanting to get you there one more time. You let one hand free of his hair and let it slip between your bodies, seeking out your clit. The tips of your fingers draw circles in a similar rhythm to his. Each circle and thrust sending shock waves through your body, and Eddie's blazing gaze has you hurtling towards your third climax of the night.
Eddie gasps when you both tip over the edge, his cock twitching inside your constricting walls, his chest presses down on yours, panting. "Holy shit." He breathes and you giggle, feeling boneless and still a little out of it. But you feel good. Eddie always make you feel so good. He moves to get up but your fingers grip onto him, he uncurls them, pressing kisses into your skin. "I'll be right back baby, I gotta get something to clean you up with." You let go, not that you want to but because Eddie tells you to.
You lay there feeling like a jelly fish, but not for long, Eddie is back quickly with a wet rag that makes you hiss when he presses it between your legs. "I know." He murmurs, as he continue to gently clean you up. You watch his face, the way his eyes move over your skin, and feel the way his hands treat you so delicately. When he finishes he pulls his boxers back on and sits on the edge of there bed, bending to kiss you, inviting a warmth in your chest. "Hey." He smirks and you smirk back. "Hey."
"You want me to start the shower?" He asks and you shake your head, your hands flexing as they reach for him. He smiles, curling into your side, wrapping his inked arms around you. "Want this first." You whine against his neck. His fingers comb through your hair and you feel him sigh, it's a relaxed, happy sound. "I can do that."
SUMMARY: Eddie can't take it anymore and asks you for help, you give it to him.
WARNING(S): (+18) SMUT, male oral sex, explicit description
NOTE: 👀👀👀 more porn without a plot, just what I need right now (If you want me to tag you in the next chapter, leave it in the comments)
Part II
You were watching him closely, as if you wanted to discover what was underneath that curly hair.
More heavy metal, more D&D, more tattoos and rings.
What was there? A world full of chaos.
He tried to pretend he didn’t realize you suspected something, reading the same page of the book over and over again until he couldn’t stand your gaze on him.
“Enough,” he threw the book aside. “I don’t understand a damn thing, and your eyes look like deadly rays that want to lacerate me. What’s going on?”
You smiled at him.
“I could ask you the same thing…”
“Oh no, don’t try to turn things around, miss. You’re the one looking at me like that… as if you wanted to open my skull and see all my thoughts.” He waved his hands around and jumped up from the floor.
You knew Eddie Munson was never still. When Correded Coffin played at The Hideout, he jumped around the stage like a rabbit on a sugar high.
“That’s exactly what I want to do! You’re weird.”
“I’m weird, that’s nothing new,” he defended himself.
“Weirder than usual, like super weird.”
Eddie rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. You were sitting on the carpet, all your books and notes on the floor—well, your notes, he hadn’t taken a single note during the entire midterm.
He saw you there in the same skirt you wore to school, sprawled out on the carpet, he knew your butt was exposed, nothing covered your legs.
There was nothing to save him, he didn’t even have to look too hard to see your panties because you didn’t take care of yourself when you were with him.
You trusted him too much. Sometimes he wanted to yell at you for being so naïve and innocent.
“Don’t leave me alone in your room! Don’t hug me when we watch a movie! Don’t tell me I’m the best!”
You moved away, and he could imagine that his face was the carpet.
All he could think was, over and over again, I’m a carpet, I’m a carpet, I’m a fucking carpet.
His mind was racing, trying to keep an erection from appearing.
“Are you angry?” you finally asked him.
“Yes, I’m very angry!” He turned around and pulled his hair, looking so childish when he did that.
A little boy learning to control his emotions, you tried not to laugh.
“With me?”
“Yes! With you!” He pointed at you dramatically.
And you touched your chest, pretending to be offended.
“But what did I do to you?”
“You wore that damn skirt!” he shouted as if you had committed a crime.
“What?” You couldn’t take it anymore and started laughing out loud.
He started putting his things in his backpack, looking really angry. You stopped laughing and approached him.
Eddie smelled your vanilla perfume and started salivating like a hungry dog. Then you touched his shoulder and he couldn’t take it anymore; his pants felt so tight.
He said your name like a plea and also like a threat.
“Don’t touch me!” he growled.
You slowly backed away, surprised by his reaction. He looked at you and felt so bad; you were scared of him.
“I’m sorry…” Eddie whispered. “I’m really sorry.”
He cautiously approached you and knelt beside you, his large doe eyes making you feel calm.
“I just want to understand what’s wrong with you, that’s all…” you murmured. He put one of his hands on your cheek, and you felt the coldness of his rings against your skin.
“It’s just… sometimes it’s hard… that’s all…” he stammered.
Eddie thought. Sometimes you make me so hard I can’t think.
You nodded and moved closer to him, hugging him.
He couldn’t react quickly enough, and he knew it was too late when you wrapped your arms around him and pressed your body against his.
You felt something hard hit your belly. At first, you didn’t understand, but when you heard him gasp your name in your ear, you understood.
“Eddie?” you asked without letting go of him.
You couldn’t have done so because he hugged you so tightly that he almost knocked the wind out of you.
He said your name again.
“I need… help… please,” he begged you.
You wanted to help him; he was your best friend.
“Yes, of course… just tell me how I can help you,” you said, trying to pull away from him, but he wouldn’t let you. “Eddie… I can’t help you like this…”
He was panting.
“You can, just… promise me that our friendship will never be ruined, no matter what happens.”
You laughed against his shoulder.
“Don’t be so silly…”
He held you tightly against his body, as if he were afraid you would disappear.
“I’m serious, just promise me.”
You were scared; Eddie Munson rarely spoke seriously.
“Yes, I promise, nothing can ruin our friendship.”
Eddie sighed, smelling your vanilla perfume on your neck, and left a small kiss on your soft skin. You shuddered, but you didn’t pull away.
“Eddie…” you murmured, closing your eyes.
His erection was so obvious that you weren’t even going to ask about it.
With one hand, he stroked your hair, and with the other, he reached down to his pants and unbuckled his belt.
You heard the zipper go down, he slipped his hand under the fabric of his boxers, the sound of friction was viscous, wet, desperate.
“Shit,” he growled in your ear as his movements increased. “This is what you do to me… you do this to me… you always do this to me.”
His voice was so raspy and needy that it made you tremble. You lowered your hand without thinking, feeling the rough texture of his hand and then something else, soft, wet, warm.
It was thick, your hand couldn’t wrap around it all. He let out a growl with your name on his lips as you slid your hand along the length of his cock.
“No… you don’t have to do that, I can do it…” he said with what little sanity he had left.
“It’s okay…” you murmured. “I can do it.”
He pulled away slightly to look into your eyes, his large doe eyes red, the skin on his neck flushed, his jaw tense.
“Do you really want to do this?”
You smiled at him.
“Yes, it’s okay, I want to do it…” you whispered, and he sighed, letting you go and lying back on the carpet. He still seemed completely tense, but he tried to relax.
The tip of his cock glistened and dripped, small drops of semi-transparent liquid reaching the base, his balls.
You stared at him for a moment, surprised. You hadn’t seen Eddie’s penis since you were 11, and it had changed so much in size.
Thick, long, big.
Too thick. Full of veins.
You were sitting on your legs.
“It’s okay if you changed your mind…” He tried to sit up and cover his erection with his hands. He was so embarrassed.
You reacted.
“No, no, it’s okay,” you said, pushing his chest lightly to make him lie down. “Close your eyes.”
“Really… it’s not necessary.”
“Just close them,” you ordered this time.
He closed them and moved his hands away.
With both hands, you touched his member to get more of it, and he growled your name.
“Fuck!”
His moans made you feel better; you were doing well. Without thinking too much about it, you licked the tip, and he writhed on the floor as he felt the wetness of your tongue. He opened his eyes and saw your beautiful, juicy lips around his cock.
Not even in his wildest dreams could he have imagined something like this.
“What the hell are you doing?” he growled, unable to stop you.
“I’m helping you…” you licked even more.
It’s not like you’ve done it before, but it was something that came naturally to you, you wanted to do it, you wanted to suck Eddie’s cock like it was a fucking watermelon popsicle.
The tip was red and shiny, it tasted salty, and the best part was Eddie’s moans and gasps. Deep, uncontrollable.
You took it all the way in and felt yourself gagging, he noticed, and grabbed your shoulders.
“Easy…” he gasped, taking your chin so you could see him. “You don’t need to do that, you’re doing great, I’m about to cum…”
He wiped the corner of your lips with his thumb, there were traces of saliva and precum. Your red, swollen lips were so exciting, the blush on your cheeks, the sweat on your forehead, your messy hair.
He caressed you tenderly and you continued sucking. He grabbed your hair and pulled it roughly when everything exploded. His hips thrust forward and, without warning, he came in your mouth.
You choked and spat out some of his semen, staining your shirt and the skin of his abdomen.
He sat up, looking worried.
“Damn, I’m sorry, are you okay?” He came over to you and wiped the mess off with his shirt sleeve.
You nodded, trying to smooth your hair and skirt, knowing you looked like a mess.
“Really?”
“Yes, Eddie, everything’s fine.”
He hugged you desperately, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You felt his soft member against your belly.
“Thank you, you’re the best friend I could have ever had.”
You hugged him back.
“It was nothing…” you murmured, your voice still raspy from gagging.
“What? You just sucked my dick, it was everything…”
“Well, you needed help, didn’t you?” you smiled at him.
“Yes, I did… Hey, when you need help, just let me know…” He pulled away from you and started to get dressed.
“Sure, I’ll let you know,” you looked at your shirt and thought about changing before continuing to study.
He said your name and put a hand on your shoulder.
“I mean it, just let me know and I’ll be there for you.”
His huge doe eyes, his huge smile. It was the Eddie you knew and loved so much.
You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, sure, I’ll come to you…” You got up from the floor, took off your shirt, and looked for another one in your drawer. “Hey, we’re still studying, right?”
He looked away at the books on the floor. He would never get used to seeing you in your bra.
“Sure, now I can concentrate.” He joked, picking up the book from the floor.
Eddie was happy; the two of you hadn’t ruined your friendship, he felt like you had added more layers to it.
kissing lesson (perv!eddie x inexperienced!reader)
summary: you tell eddie you’ve never made out with anyone before so he offers to teach you.
cw: f!reader , a little dumbification , heavy petting
an: as requested by a lovely nonnie , inspired by this hc list! banner pics just for funsies, no descriptive language used for reader!
you’re sitting at the table in eddie’s kitchen, spinning the stem of a cherry between your fingers. there’s an empty soda can between you and a half eaten bag of chips by him, and neither of you are doing a damn thing except talking shit and wasting time.
“what’s the worst kiss you’ve ever had?” you ask, tossing the cherry stem toward the trash and missing completely.
eddie smirks, leaning back in his chair like he’s just been waiting for that question. “oh, easy. mall parking lot. ninth grade. swear the girl tried to lick inside my nose.”
you laugh. “what the hell—was she confused?”
“maybe just ambitious,” he says, shrugging. “what about you?”
you hesitate. twist a ring on your finger. “i… don’t really have one.”
“what, never had a bad kiss?”
“not really. i haven’t had enough to compare.”
that makes his eyebrows lift. “how many have you had?”
you give him a pointed look. “none of your business.”
“oh, so like… one?”
“maybe.”
he leans forward on his elbows, voice dropping. “maybe?”
you sigh, cheeks warming. “fine. i’ve kissed people. just—not like… like that.”
“like what?”
you glance away. “slow. messy. with tongue. whatever.”
he blinks. pauses. and then he’s laughing, loud and delighted.
you cross your arms, suddenly flushed. “shut up.”
“wait, seriously?” he says, grinning. “you’ve never made out with anyone?”
you shake your head quickly. “i mean, not properly.”
he whistles low. “christ. you’re tellin’ me no one’s ever sucked on your tongue a little? licked into your mouth, nice and slow?”
your face burns. you look at him, eyes wide. “should they have?”
eddie’s already shifting in his seat, spreading his thighs wider under the table. “jesus, sweetheart.”
you roll your eyes. “stop acting like it’s a crime.”
he grins, all teeth. “it kinda is, actually. that’s like… a public service someone’s failed to provide.”
you scoff, leaning back in your chair. “so dramatic.”
he hums, low and thoughtful. “that’s tragic.”
“you’re being dramatic.”
he licks his lips. leans in. “i could show you.”
your eyes snap to his.
he shrugs, like it’s no big deal. like he hasn’t already seen every thought behind your eyes. “just a lesson. nothing crazy. i’m very professional.”
you laugh nervously. “professional?”
“mm hmm. top marks in tongue sucking 101. hands on instruction. or, uh—mouths on.”
you shove his shoulder but don’t lean away. “you’re such a perv.”
“and you’re curious.”
his voice dips. eyes flick to your mouth. “just one kiss, sweetheart. we’ll go slow.”
you try to laugh it off, but your voice comes out softer. “you’re so full of shit.”
he shrugs. “maybe. but you’re the one sittin’ here thinkin’ about it.”
you hesitate. your thighs press together.
you open your mouth to argue—don’t get the chance.
“c’mere,” he says, already pushing back his chair. “lesson one: come sit on my lap.”
“…okay,” you whisper.
and that’s when he pulls you into his lap—and the lesson starts.
you step between his knees and he guides you down with big, warm hands, settling you on his lap like you belong there. he smells like leather and weed and old laundry detergent. his rings are cold where they brush your thighs.
you sit still, a little stiff. your heart’s beating way too loud.
he doesn’t kiss you yet.
instead, he tips your chin up with two fingers and leans in close—close enough to feel the heat of his breath on your lips, the brush of his nose against yours. his voice is barely above a whisper.
“just relax, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “i’ll go slow.”
your mouth parts slightly. he smiles.
“don’t think,” he tells you. “just follow me. easy.”
then he kisses you.
and it is easy—because he makes it that way. slow and soft at first, just lips. he pulls back slightly, then nudges in again, coaxing your mouth to open a little more with the barest brush of his tongue. his hand moves up, cradling your jaw, holding you steady as he kisses you again, this time deeper.
your lashes flutter.
his tongue licks into your mouth—gentle, steady, warm. you copy the motion without thinking, and he hums like you’ve done something right.
“good,” he whispers, nose brushing yours. “just like that. don’t rush.”
your hands grip his shoulders, clinging for balance as he kisses you again—longer this time. messier. your lips part wider, your tongue starts to move, and something clicks in the way he groans into it, like he feels it too.
“that’s it, baby,” he murmurs, tongue dragging wet and heavy over yours again. “you’re such a fast learner.”
before you realize, you get lost in it— his lips are sticky with your gloss. spit’s smeared at the corners of his mouth, and more drips when he pulls back just a little, panting. your tongue chases his. chases the mess. he chuckles, cupping your cheek in one hand and wiping your lip with his thumb, then sucking it into his mouth.
“fuck, you taste good,” he says, voice all warm and gravel soft. “what is that? cherry?”
your breath stutters. “guess.”
his hand slips under your skirt, big and warm on your bare thigh. his other hand slides around the back of your neck, tugging you close again, his nose bumping yours.
“focus, sweetheart.” his voice drops an octave. “i’m tryin’ to teach you.”
you blink, dazed. your thighs clench over his. he’s already hard underneath you, has been since the second time you sucked his tongue into your mouth, slow and messy and eager. you’re still not sure if you’re doing it right, but eddie keeps groaning and twitching under you, so. probably.
“open up,” he whispers.
you do.
his tongue pushes into your mouth again, slow and thick. not kissing, not anymore—just licking, deep and lazy, like he’s savoring you. you whimper, hips twitching forward without meaning to. he’s palming himself now, slow under the table where you can’t see. you can feel the movement, the tension in his arms. feel his cock pressing up under your soaked panties through both layers of denim. he huffs a laugh, pulling back just enough to speak.
“jesus,” he breathes, lips brushing yours. “you gonna kiss every guy like this now?”
you shake your head fast, eyes wide. “n-no—just you.”
he groans. his grip on your thigh tightens, jaw flexing.
“yeah, baby. fuckin’ right just me.”
his tongue’s back in your mouth before you can say anything else. sloppier now. your chin’s wet. his spit’s in your mouth and yours is on his. he keeps it going—licking, sucking, breathing you in. you think you could come from this alone, from the heat of him under you, from the way he keeps muttering—
“god, that’s it. sweet fucking girl.”
“so eager, bet you’d let me fuck your throat just to practice.”
“you feelin’ dumb yet, baby? you look it.”
your lashes flutter, and he smiles against your mouth.
“there she is,” he purrs. “knew you’d get stupid on my tongue.”
you try to kiss him again but miss, mouth sliding over his cheek instead, and he lets out the filthiest laugh—then grabs your face with both hands and kisses you. rough. filthy. his tongue everywhere. all spit and noise and heat.
you’re squirming now. moaning into it. trying not to grind down but failing. he groans again, hand flying to your ass and grabbing, dragging you hard over his cock like he needs the friction or he’ll die.
you barely manage a word. “eddie—”
“shhh,” he says, licking at your lips again. “lesson’s not over yet, baby.”
he cups your chin. tilts your head. keeps kissing you like it’s his fucking job. you never want it to end.
you think you’ll beg if he stops. you think he’d make you.
Different anon, but to follow up, what’re your thoughts on perv!eddie?
GOD I HAVE SO MANY. so so many.
✶ perv!eddie who…
teaches you how to kiss properly. slow. messy. lets you practice sucking his tongue and licking into his mouth while he palms himself underneath the table where you can’t see. “that’s it, baby. you’re such a fast learner,”
✶ perv!eddie who…
jerks off into your dirty panties like it’s a scheduled event. folds them up, presses them to his nose, and grinds into his hand while moaning your name into his pillow. “fuck—fuck, baby, it still smells like you—”
✶ perv!eddie who…
takes pictures of your tits while you sleep. not even nudes — just soft, messy, blanket half off kind of pics. blurry flash photos at 2 a.m. with his cock in his fist and a guilty smile on his face. saves them in a locked folder labeled “homework.”
✶ perv!eddie who…
convinces you to let him to off on you. not your tits. not your stomach. you. thighs, back, cheek — anywhere. he says it’s ‘cause you’re so pretty he can’t help it. but really, it’s because seeing his cum on your skin makes him feel like he owns you.
✶ perv!eddie who…
gets rock hard just from you calling him out. you pull his hand out from under your skirt and say “jesus, eddie, you’re so gross” — and he smiles. eyes blown wide, lips parted, cock twitching in his jeans. “you’re just now figuring that out?”
✶ perv!eddie who…
asks you to let him just put the tip in your ass, swears it’s just to see what it feels like. he’s panting already, thumbing at the stretch, whining “you’re so tight back here, baby, f-fuck—just wanna feel you squeeze.”
✶ perv!eddie who…
asks if you’ll let him hump between your cheeks the first time you say you’re not ready to take him there. “s’fine, sweetheart, really—just lemme fuck ‘em, yeah? promise I’ll be good.”
✶ perv!eddie who…
calls you bunny in that sweet, sugary tone right before he ruins you — “s’that all it takes, bunny? just a few fingers and now you’re all dumb for me?” while you nod with glassy eyes and moan into his palm.
✶ perv!eddie who…
makes you repeat “i’m your bunny, i don’t need to think” while the chubby head of his cock bullies your cervix, his voice wrecked and filthy as he praises you for taking it — “that’s it, dumb girl, you love this cock, huh? my bunny loves it stupid.”
✶ perv!eddie who…
asks if he can practice tying you up — “just for DnD, swear, need to make sure I get the knots right.” and when you let him, he spends way too long adjusting the rope, murmuring “you’re so pretty like this, bunny. you don’t even know.”
✶ perv!eddie who…
lets you straddle his thigh and ride it for the first time because you’re not sure you’re ready to go further yet — and he just pets your hair and whispers filth in your ear while you grind yourself stupid. “you’re doing so good, bunny. makin’ such a mess on me. wanna see how dumb you get when i really fuck you.”
Summary: Your boyfriend happens to be a foot taller than you...or Eddie is afraid to stick it all the way in, afraid to hurt you
Warnings: Minors DNI, size kink, pure smut
Pairings: Boyfriend!Eddie x Girlfriend!Reader
A/N: watching Sex and the City and couldn’t stop thinking about the size difference between Carrie and Aidan. As a 5'1 they/them I'm drooling. Literally finished this a while ago but couldn't find a good gif, I'm gonna start making my own banners
Like Eddie holding you up, your thighs wrapped around his waist, his big hands on your ass. His tongue in your mouth as he kisses you more and more aggressively until you can’t breath and your head is spinning. The way he manhandles you, impaling his thick cock inside you as he grits his teeth trying to control himself from being too rough. But his cock only fits half way and you’re clinging onto his shoulders moaning like a ghost in a haunted house.
You heave for air as his cock knocks the wind out of you. He lays you out on the bed, your hair fanning out as he yanks you to the edge of the bed.
“Fuck sweetheart” he groans looking at the way his cock disappears inside of you. His neck straining as he holds himself back.
“More Eddie, fuck give me more” you gasp, your nails digging into his back.
“S-shit baby, don’t wanna hurt you” he grunts, slowly pulling out and back halfway in. As he refuses to go deeper, his eyes already rolling back as your tight velvet walls grip onto him.
“Please Eddie” you whine, pressing the heels of your feet into his ass forcing him deeper into you. Your jaw slacks as you’re stretched open by your boyfriend.
“S-shit s-so fucking big” you moan pressing your chest into his.
“F-fuck you’re gonna kill me” he groans voice higher pitched then normal. He hisses, teeth clenched tightly as he tries to remain still. However you don’t give him the chance, you dig your feet deeper into his pale ass. Pushing him inch by inch slowly into you until his hips are flush with your ass.
Eddie knows that he needs to be the one to slow down, but it's hard when you feel this good - especially when you're moaning like that. He hasn’t even moved and yet you’re already cock drunk. You’re drooling and moaning incoherently as Eddie’s cock fits like a puzzle piece inside you, nice and deep.your pussy struggles to accommodate the stretch. Your walls pulse around him almost like it’s trying to push Eddie out.
His arms shake as he shallowly thrusts into you, little grunts leaving his lips.
“Fuck Princess, so fucking tight” he whines.
“S-shit it’s like you’re fucking choking my cock” he grunts out, looking at the slight bulge in your lower stomach every time he slides back in. The sight is enough to make him cum right then and there.
“F-fuck fuck fuck ohhhh fuck” you moan underneath him trying to grind into him but his grip on your hips tightens. You know he’s gonna leave bruises on you but you fucking love it. Love that he’s practically whimpering “princess” under his breath like a broken record, like he needs to burn the feeling and imagine in his head.
“More, Eddie please-” you whine, your pussy pulsing around him desperately trying to drag him back in. He shakes his head vehemently, his jaw tight as he grinds his teeth. No girl could ever take his full cock before and much less someone so petite.
“So fucking perfect Princess. Your pussy’s taking me so fucking good. Fucking stretching out to fit my cock baby” he grunts out starting to lose his reserve. His hips move slightly faster as he feels the burn deep in his gut.
“Made f’you Eds” you nod, eyebrows pinched together as he pulls the rubber band tighter. You flex your stomach trying to keep it together. Your moans getting louder as his his resolve starts to slack more and more.
It isn’t long until he’s snapping his hips into yours looking like a man possessed. He’s fucking feral, hair wild, pupils blown out, neck flexed. His whole body is tense as he pounds into you fast and hard completely breaking you down.
You’re more than cock drunk at this point. Babbling gibberish, writhing under him, pulling at the sheets, your eyes closed shut as you’re in your own little world taking Eddie’s thick cock.
“Jesus fucking Christ” Eddie moans at the sight of you. Most girls would’ve cried in pain, he always needed at least an hour of stretching and foreplay to get half way in and yet here you are taking it.
“M’gonna cum!” You cry, stomach flexing harder, your muscles tightening almost painfully.
“Fuck- cum on my cock, Princess,” he pants, his balls slapping into your ass, hand pressing into your stomach feeling the bulge of his cock.
“Ohh fuck- fuck- fuckkk fuckkk” you all but scream as you let go. You tremble under Eddie’s body, face contorted, jaw slacked, drool dripping down your chin. It’s like you’re high and drunk at the same time.
“That’s it Princess milk my fucking cock. Taking me so well, begging for my fucking cum” he grunts. His eyes rolling back as he clenched his jaw and comes hard. Thick white ropes paint your velvet walls already dripping down to your ass. Your pussy too small to accommodate both his cock and cum.
“Shit” he heaves, slowly pulling out not trying to hurt you further.
“I’m not gonna be able to walk am I?” You groan as he nuzzles into your neck.
He chuckles,”probably not.”
“You’re the worst” you mumble lightly nipping his bottom lip.
“Not what you were yelling two seconds ago” he murmurs against your lips. That’s dimpled grin on his face as he presses for a kiss and another and another.
Summary: Two freshman convince you to join them at Hellfire despite you never having played before. You're weary at first, but jump at the chance once you learn that Eddie Munson, who you've been crushing on all year, will be there.
“Can you please, please, please come play DND with us tonight?” a voice came from right behind you.
You were pretty sure that they weren't talking to you, but when you turned around, two sets of brown eyes were staring right at you.
You found yourself staring back at a pair of Freshmen who you’d never spoken to before in your life. One of them, you were pretty sure, was Nancy Wheeler’s little brother.
“Do I know you?” Your brows pulled together.
“Probably not.” The taller of the two said, looking far too hopeful. “But we really, really need a third, and nobody else can do it.”
“So you’re just asking everyone?” You tilted your head slightly. “I don’t even know what that is. I don’t know how to play.”
“At this point, we’re desperate.” The smaller one spoke with a heavy lisp. “It doesn’t matter whether or not you can play. Eddie’s gonna kill us if we show up one man short.”
“Eddie Munson?” You perked up a little, and both boys looked shocked.
You’d always had a bit of a crush on the older metalhead but found him too intimidating to approach.
“Yeah…” little Wheeler trailed off, “He’s our DM.”
“DM?”
“Dungeon Master.” His friend clarified.
“You’re making this sound like some kind of sex cult.” You raised a brow and chuckled when they both turned pink. “Explain.”
“It just means that he runs the club. Hellfire club.” They gestured towards their shirts, still blushing. “We play Dungeons and Dragons.”
“I still don’t understand.”
“You haven't said no yet.”
“You’re right, I haven’t.” You nodded, looking amused.
“Please?” They gave you the puppy eyes, and you sighed dramatically.
“You’re sure they won't mind you bringing some rando?”
“No!”
“It’ll be fine!”
They spoke at the same time.
“Yeah, I guess. It’ll probably be more fun than the stupid basketball game.” You shrugged finally and flinched when they started jumping up and down and cheering.
You almost regretted agreeing when you found yourself holding a massive book full of information about the game and how to play, but the prospect of breathing the same air as Eddie Munson and having him know that you exist kept you from running for the hills.
The boys, whom you now knew as Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson, were talking a mile a minute, trying to explain things to you while you desperately tried to absorb even a shred of information.
When it finally came time to ditch the basketball game and follow your newfound teammates down the hallways of Hawkins High, you were a little nervous.
You really had no fucking clue what you were about to walk into and the brief, yet extensive rundown you’d gotten hadn’t really left you understanding anything outside of it’s a game, not a sex cult, and that there are a shit ton of different dices.
What you had not expected was to walk into the drama room and lock eyes with Eddie Munson, perched on a throne.
Yes, a throne.
His brows immediately pulled together in confusion, and your cheeks started to warm.
He knew you. You were in a few of his classes this year, and he’d spent enough time staring at you to know that you were not dorky enough to be willingly standing there with two of the freshmen he’d taken under his wing.
“Uh, what’s this?” He tore his gaze away from you to look at the boys.
“You asked for a sub.” Mike gestured towards you, “We delivered.”
“That’s not a sub,” He groaned after a minute, “That’s a hostage.”
“Jesus Christ, she looks like she’s being held at knifepoint!”
“She is not a hostage.” You interjected, unable to help but laugh. “I am a willing participant. Just, for the record.”
Eddie opened and closed his mouth a few times like he didn’t know what to say.
“Wheeler, Henderson!” He called the boys over to the throne, finally, “Get over here.”
Dustin gave you an encouraging thumbs up before crossing the room, leaving you standing there awkwardly.
“What the hell is this?” Eddie hissed lowly once the boys were standing in front of him.
“Nobody else wanted to play!” Mike exclaimed
“So you kidnap the poor girl?” His eyes darted over to you, then back to the younger boys. “Absolutely not.”
“We didn’t kidnap her!” Dustin insisted, “She was all for it when she heard you were gonna be here.”
“What?” He faltered, looking genuinely taken aback. “Why?”
“She’s like totally into you, man!”
“She is not.” He looked over again.
“She is too.” Mike corroborated, “Lit up like a Christmas tree, and that was before we clarified that this is not a sex cult. She wants you. For real.”
“Really?” Eddie still looked like he didn’t fully believe them, but it was clear that his interest had been piqued.
“Yes!” They both cried at the same time.
“Does she know how to play?”
“Kinda.” Dustin shrugged, “As much as we could teach her between lunch and now.”
“Good enough.” Eddie sprang out of his throne and nudged them aside to saunter over to you and hold his hand out for you to shake.
“Welcome to hellfire.” He grinned.
You slapped your hand into his and almost jerked away.
It was like an electric current had flowed through every nerve that made contact with his skin, and when you locked eyes, it became clear that he’d felt it too.
Neither of you let go, though.
Not until the other players started clearing their throats and giggling amongst themselves.
You looked away at the same time and gathered around the table.
The prospect of embarrassing himself in front of a pretty girl did not stop Eddie Munson from getting into full Dungeon Master character, especially when he saw how entertained you looked.
It very quickly became apparent that you did not know how to play, but your enthusiasm, despite being completely lost, more than made up for it. To everyone’s surprise, he allowed the boys to play for you help. And let you just throw the dice whenever it was your character’s turn, even if you had no clue what the numbers meant.
The rest of the players were happy to let you sit there and look pretty, even if it was proving to be a bit of a distraction.
“The hooded cultists chant,” Eddie narrated the game so dramatically that he had you fully engrossed, at the edge of your seat.
"Hai, Lord Vecna. Hail, Lord Vecna."
“They turn to you, remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin shriveled, desiccated.”
“And something else.” Eddie rose from his throne theatrically, growing louder, “He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!”
The boys all started screaming, and despite having no idea why, you gasped as if you did.
Eddie found it incredibly alluring.
“Vecna’s Dead!” Dustin shouted, eyes wide in disbelief.
“He was killed by Kas!”
“So it was thought, my friends.” Eddie lowered himself back into his throne, laughing maniacally, “So it was thought.”
“But Vecna lives.”
He waited for the clamouring to die down before continuing.
“You’re scared. You’re tired. You’re injured.” He murmured, drawing them all in.
“Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight?”
You looked at the rest of the players, very much aware that you didn’t know enough to cast a vote, and Eddie took the oportunity to stare.
He couldn’t believe you were sitting across from him.
You, with your kind eyes and dazzling smile.
You, with your genuine enthusiasm and lack of judgment, despite this being one of the nerdiest games in the world.
You, getting along with his friends as if you’d been in the fold for years and not just mere hours.
You, whom he’d been eyeing since the start of the year, but he was convinced would never go for him.
Eddie couldn’t believe that you not only knew who he was, but had agreed to get dragged into a game you knew nothing about by two freshmen just because he’d be there. Wasn’t sure if he fully believed it really.
Maybe you were just too kind and had taken pity on the poor boys.
He’d been swindled by the puppy dog eyes once or twice himself. He knew how persuasive they were when they wanted to be.
There was no explaining away the feeling of shaking your hand, though.
That was something.
Surely, you’d felt it too.
The look you’d shared may as well have been a mirrored image.
He was torn from his thoughts by the chanting of the club.
They’d decided to fight.
You were so invested in the game that you almost felt like you understood what was happening.
You cheered when your teammates landed a hit and cried out in frustration whenever Eddie cackled and slapped a figurine off the board to signal a miss.
It came to a point where you were down to two players left on the board, and Gareth called for a timeout as if it were a sport.
Somehow, you were one of the two.
“Guys, I hate to say this.” Jeff grimaced. “But we’ve got to flee.”
“I concur.” Gareth immediately agreed.
“Whoa!” You gasped, “What happened to ‘to the death’?”
“That wasn’t literal!”
“Vecna just decimated us.” Doug shook his head. “We can’t kill him with just two players.”
“You too?” Dustin groaned, “He only has 15 hit points left. Don’t be Pussies.”
“Pussies?” Jeff hissed, “Really? Cause we’re not Delusional?”
“Hey!” Eddie shouted from his throne, drawing all of your attention. “If I may interject, Gentlemen, Fair lady.”
You bit back a smile, trying to be serious and failing miserably.
“Whilst I respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the Great’s concerns to heart. There is no shame in running.”
“Don’t try to be heroes,” He pouted condescendingly. “Not today, ‘kay?”
You all blinked at him for a moment.
“One sec.” Dustin held out a finger, and the huddle resumed.
“What do you think?”
“How many hit points do you guys have left?” Mike turned to you and Dustin.
You glanced down at the little notebook you’d been keeping track in and answered at the same time as Dustin.
“Twelve.”
“It’s risky as hell.” Mike shook his head thoughtfully. “But you’re the ones on the battlefield. So, it’s your call.”
“What do you say?” Dustin asked you.
“I say fuck it.” You shrugged, smiling mischievously, “What've I got to lose?.”
“Screw it.” Dustin nodded, breaking the huddle “Let’s kill the son of a bitch.”
“The chances of success are 20-1,” Doug argued when you all crowded around the table.
“Never tell me the odds.” Dustin held a hand out to stop him.
The boy turned to Eddie with a determined look on his face and muttered,
“Give me the D-20.”
Eddie threw it, smiling in pure amusement.
He clearly didn’t think that the rest of you would be winning anything.
Dustin shook up the dice in his fists, blowing into them for luck.
It rolled across the table, and you all watched with bated breath, screaming ‘NO’ collectively when it landed on an 11.
“That’s. A. Miss!” Eddie banged his head to emphasize each word, cackling while you all absorbed the loss.
“Shit!” Dustin slapped his figurine off the table angrily.
“It’s all you, princess.” The Dungeon Master watched you through Strands of long hair with a crazed look in his eyes.
“You trying to distract me with your sweet talk, Munson?” You cocked a brow, keeping your cool despite your insides melting at the pet name.
“That depends,” He squinted at you playfully, “is it working?”
“Nope.” You tore your eyes away with great difficulty. “I’m feeling lucky.”
“No pressure,” Dustin rested a hand on your shoulder, “But the fate of this party rests on you.”
“Dustin?” You muttered sweetly.
“Mhmm?” he hummed, dreamily.
“Shut up.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded tightly, and took a step back.
“Okay,” You muttered to yourself, plucking the D-20 off the table to cradle it in your hands.
They all watched you cup your hands together and shut your eyes, whispering into your palms as if you were speaking directly to the dice before shaking them.
When you finally let it fly, you felt like everything was moving in slow motion, even the pleas and prayers of the rest of the party.
You held your breath and braced your palms on the edge of the table, gripping it so hard that your knuckles were going white.
Eddie was doing the same thing at the other end of the table, watching just as intently.
The dice rolled to a stop, and the room erupted in screams so loud they made your ears ring, but you didn’t care because a startled, victorious cackle tore its way out of your throat.
20.
“Crit hit!” Dustin howled, throwing his arms around your waist, jumping up and down in elation.
Eddie scoffed out a laugh, grinning like a madman.
“That’s why we play!” He jabbed a finger in your direction, then bowed theatrically while you beamed back at him.
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Part 2
Masterlist
it’s hot and tight where eddie’s thick length stretches you open, your slickness coating him more and more with every careful stroke he makes.
his hand is spread wide on your inner thigh, cold metal rings mark your skin as he keeps your leg pushed back enough to let more of himself sink in. you swear can you feel him growing bigger inside of you- pulsating and hard, his tip is a cherry red as it fucks itself further into your warmth, making himself right at home.
“you’re- so fuckin’ soaked, baby.” his voice is strained and his face holds a grimace that tells you he's doing his absolute best to hold it together and not totally blow his load- it'd been hardly a few minutes of kissing you and he's ready to go. so lovesick it's pathetic.
seating himself as deep as he can, he finally halts any movement until he's sat cozy and snug inside of you, right where he belongs. "feel so full, eds. your dick's so big- fucking me so good, baby." your leg twitches where you wrap around his waist, locking him into place. you're no less lovesick or pathetic, either.
"i've barely got to fuckin' you yet, sweetheart," he purrs, cupping your face with his free hand.
"so- good." you babble on while he lowers himself to leave kisses on your neck, stroking your cheek with his thumb, it somewhat helps to ground you to earth.
it's when you start to let out more of those sweet sounds that he starts to lose some of that self-control; you tug at the hair on the back of his neck while his sucks a mark onto your skin causing you to whine out "eddie, please!" you feel him twitch inside of you, and he lets out a noise that sounds like a growl, when he happily relents and begins to pound into you. "shit. think i can fuck some more pretty moans out of you, baby? get you all loud and riled up for me, hmm? let me make you my pretty girl and cover you in my cum. that okay?"
"yes, eds. want it all from you, need it all," you croak out, "always wanna be your pretty girl."
and it doesn't take long for you to unravel one another; between his feral thrusting and dirty words- your moans spurring him on and tits bouncing right beneath him. he makes sure you come first, and after your intense release, feeling heavy and hazy- eddie gets his wish and paints your pretty body with his cum.
"my sweet girl," he pants out, kissing your shoulders and chest while you lie in your blissful haze, safe in his strong hold and warm embrace. "thank you, thank you, thank you. my perfect girl. always my pretty girl, no matter what, sweetheart."
୨ৎ if there is anything simon riley wants after a mission, it's to come home and get his hands on you
୨ৎ to get to play with him like this oh my god
୨ৎ being his pretty princess and letting him fuck your pretty holes
୨ৎ holding hands while he's eating you out is a must. he needs to know he's making you feel good, taking his time to get you ready for him
୨ৎ he is so handsy. has to have his hands all over you as you bounce on him, helping you move
୨ৎ wanting to take care of him after he's had a rough day at work
୨ৎ simon has a size kink. he doesn't care about weight, just height. he loves feeling bigger than he already is
୨ৎ mans is big. we know it. he knows it. so playing with him is always a nice fun treat
୨ৎ he would be a messy lover. getting his cum absolutely all over you. just wanting to see how pretty you look covered in his loads
୨ৎ you were being mouthy so he has to remind you who the lieutenant is
୨ৎ i 100% believe this is how feral i would be with simon. wanting him to breed me so bad omg
୨ৎ i just know this man GRUNTS when he's taking you from behind WOOF WOOF
୨ৎ he loves measuring to see how deep he'll be before fucking you
୨ৎ having to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road because he can't go a second without having his hands on you
୨ৎ when he eats you out i just know he eats like he's never going to eat again, like a starved man depraved of food
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PART I
you and carl had been best friends for as long as he can remember but lately he's feeling new emotions towards you, ones he doesn't think are too good for a girl like you. as if the world had been listening to his sins, they let him stumble upon your panties, left idly in your laundry basket.
PART II
carl decides to go through with this weeks saturday sleepover. so far, he's been able to control himself. until, that is, he hears you whimper his name in your sleep.
PART III
after the perverted thoughts consume carl whole, he realises he needs to act on them and soon finds out that you need him to act on them just as badly.
PART IV
ever since carl showed you how good it felt to be touched, you'd been iching for more. luckily for you, carl's got one more thing up his sleeve.
𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - carl decides to go through with this weeks saturday sleepover. so far, he's been able to control himself. until, that is, he hears you whimper his name in your sleep.
𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, slight angst, somnophilia, thigh riding (kinda), fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, wet dreams, sex dreams, innocence kink, corruption kink, dom!carl, sub!reader, noncon, heavy manipulation, use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷
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"you sure you don't wanna come?" rick questioned as he took a box from his son, landing it inside the back of the truck. "we could use the help."
carl watched his dad place a hand on his hip before shaking his head, hand on his hat. "no, i promised y/n i'd stay over. can't miss saturday sleepover can i?" he'd laughed yet he knew he wouldn't wish to miss it for the world, either. rick gave him a look, lips slightly perking up as if he knew something. "what?"
rick wasn't born yesterday either. he was well aware what it was like to have a silly crush, especially at that age. but this... this was much different. "nothin'" before packing in the last box. "you be good, alright? don't ruin the house while glenn and maggie are gone."
the two were going on the supply run with him, along with many more of the fighters. "bye, dad." watching him get into the rusted car.
and so, the day went on.
by the time lunch rolled around, carl still hadn't seen you. however, he wasn't entirely alone. he soon found ron who decided to help him look for you. in return, you'd also be looking for his also missing girlfriend, enid.
"they're always running off." ron muttered under his breath. he knew enid was close with you, possibly your best friend had carl not been thrown into the mix. enid was always running off with you, slinging you around by the arm. "hey, what's the deal with you two anyway?" carl's head peeked up, brows knitting together. "is she like your girlfriend or something?"
his mind moved like puzzle pieces. girlfriend. carl had never had a girlfriend before but he was pretty sure you had to kiss and all that to actually be in a relationship. then again, you don't touch yourself with your 'friend's panties sitting on your dick. he cleared his throat. "no... no we're not together."
saying you were his friend didn't seem all too right but saying you weren't his girlfriend didn't seem right either. you were something.
but ron didn't look convinced, rolling his eyes with his brows raising slightly. "whatever, dude." was it really all that obvious to everyone aside from you? carl thought that if there was a competition on the most oblivious person alive, you'd win.
but perhaps that was the easier option. would he have preferred you to know? everything seemed so easy with the fact that you were so oblivious. it was like a reminder that he could do anything he wanted right under your nose.
"finally." hearing the mutter from ron, carl looked up. this was when he was met with the sight of you, as pretty as ever, sat next to enid on a bench near the town's pond.
carl could barely look at you. the way you sat with your legs folded, smiling away innocently, completely unaware of what he'd done last night. you wore a pretty skirt, enough to slightly hike up your legs, giving carl a view of the pretty plush of your thighs.
he could only imagine digging his hands around the plush, holding it and kneeding the skin. he could only imagine grasping your thighs, holding them close while he rammed his di―
"there you guys are!" ron exclaimed causing carl to shake his head, ridding himself of the thoughts he'd been having. "carl and i were looking all over for you." he had this voice he used when he spoke to girls, one that carl could guarantee was not the voice he used with him.
enid only rolled her eyes. the sight of her boyfriend and carl was enough to have her smile drop. "well, we weren't looking for you." she mumbled. some may say she didn't like anyone aside from you, not even her own boyfriend. carl didn't think there was much of a point of being with someone that you didn't even like. "hence the getaway pond."
ron must have thought she was joking because he came up to pinch her side and kiss her cheek. the sight alone had carl's stomach turning.
however, the sweet sound of your lulling voice was enough to bring him back. "hi, carl." you beamed at him, smile as wide as ever. he hadn't even registered you moving from the bench to his side. all he remembered was the feeling of you snaking in next to him, your body so close. suddenly, he felt so dirty. "we were feeding the ducks." smiling like a child on christmas. you always smiled like that, like you had a thousand things to be smiling about. it always made carl wonder if you were truly made for this world at all.
when he was around you, he was fighting off his own smile. yours was so contagious. the way his lips curved upwards told you he was happy for you, he always was. "that's great ba― y/n." correcting himself as his expression faltered, smile wavering.
he watched as your entire face fell.
he was unable to bring himself to call you those cute names. baby, sweetheart, like an old couple who'd spent their entire lives together. he couldn't bring himself to say such things after he imagined himself fucking you just the night before. it didn't seem right, not when you were so oblivious to the dirtiness behind his words.
the smile wiped clean from your face, carl was sure you could have cried.
you reminded him somewhat of a kicked puppy.
he'd been the one to kick you.
he never called you y/n, unless speaking to someone else like his father or even ron. this was because they'd hardly understand who you were if he was referring to you as sweetheart.
the point was, he only used your name if it was wholeheartedly necessary.
you wondered what'd changed.
your mind ran back to the night before. when he'd entered your house, looking awfully suspicious and at the sight of you, he practically rushed out the door. had you done something wrong? your heart ached at the idea that you may have upset him. a heart of gold, some people said you had. carl had to beg to differ. the look on your face explained all he needed to know, a heart of mere paper.
he regretted it the moment he said it.
he knew how you got, how all up in your head you could be. he could only imagine how you'd be for the rest of the day, going over every interaction you've ever had with the boy and wondering where everything went wrong, where you messed up.
the moment your name slipped from his lips, he thought it may have been better to call you anything else in the entire world. even if it was laced with the dirty undertone.
he felt your body move slightly away from his, eyes cast down on the ground to avoid any glances. "'m gonna go see aaron." you announced, rather loudly too.
"okay." enid responded, her eyes glancing you over before turning to carl, a slight glare, if you will. she didn't particularly like carl, though carl hadn't the foggiest idea why. perhaps it was because she was so protective of you. carl had to roll his eyes, if anyone knew what was good for you, it was him. "don't stay out too late."
you didn't respond, grasping your bag that sat at the bench before turning onto the footpath.
carl had to purse his lips. "wrong way." he said, just loud enough for you to hear.
with slightly wide eyes, you realised he was right. spinning around on your heel, you began walking left instead of right. "thanks." you mumbled under your breath before continuing your walk to one of your favourite people in the entirety of alexandria.
back at the pond, carl was cursing himself under his breath before turning around to find two accusing pair of eyes sat on the bench. one pair belonged to enid, the other to ron. "what did you do?" was enid's accusing tone, her face hard as stone. carl was on the receiving end of this look very often, he didn't fear it... well, he feared it a little but not as much as before... okay he feared it.
"what do you mean what did i do?" he instantly fell to defending himself. despite the fact that he knew he was the reason for your declining mood. "i didn't do anything."
whether it was to intimidate carl or that she smelled the sort of fish smell of ron that carl had smelt earlier, she perked up on the bench, loosening her boyfriend's arm across her shoulder. "she looks like a deflated balloon." she argued.
"yeah." ron nodded his head. carl couldn't stop the glare he sent his way, what did he know. "everyone knows aaron's like her very own guidance councillor, his boyfriend too." he shrugged his shoulders. "whatever you did, i'd say fix it quick."
the brunette boy only glared at the couple. "thanks guys, for that enlightening advice. but i don't need it, okay? i didn't do anything."
on the contrary, he was well aware that it was his fault. he needed to fix it and he needed to fix it fast but he didn't need enid and ron whispering in his ears. nobody knew you like carl, they didn't know what they were talking about. they hadn't seen you crying over some stupid movie you watched. they didn't see you smiling the way he did, they didn't take notice like him.
they'd never understand what it was like to know you. only carl would. and he'd make sure of that.
the sun was setting by the time carl had made it to your house. you'd opened the door, taking him in with your eyes before allowing him inside. maggie and glenn were on the run so the two of you headed straight towards the bedroom where'd you'd begin the movie night. however, carl was more focused on the fact that you'd spoken barely four words to him tonight rather than which disney movie you'd force him to watch this time.
he knew you were in your head but you wouldn't utter the words because what were you meant to say? hey carl, why didn't you call me baby? something so simple had ruined your entire day.
however, carl couldn't keep it in anymore. "are you okay?" he blurted out after many moments of silence as he sat atop your pink bed sheets.
you, at the foot of the bed pursed your lips. you pressed play on the movie and allowed the credits to begin. you weren't the type of person to insist that you were fine if you weren't. carl liked that about you, he never had to guess. "are you mad at me?" voice meek, like a childs.
the realisation hit carl that despite what he was feeling for you, he'd have to push it down in order to continue your friendship. at least, he couldn't take it out on you. "'course not, baby, c'mere."
the name fell from his lips like sweet relief.
it suddenly occurred to the boy that you needed him. desperately so. something as simple as calling you by your first name had thrown off your entire day. carl should have been worried, concerned even. instead, his heart fluttered a little.
you truly did rely on him.
with a sigh of relief, you found yourself crawling up to the boy. today had been so long with you being in your own head so when you felt the feeling of his hands sneak around your waist, it was like coming home after a long day at work.
you couldn't see his face but if you could, you'd see the sheer nervousness on his face. he needed to control himself but he wasn't sure how that was possible while you cuddled up against him beneath your bed sheets, clad in your pretty pale blue shorts and your white spaghetti strap top.
your knee was bent, extending over the top of his legs. there was a sharp intake of breath as your knee gently bumped against the prominent bulge in his shorts. you hadn't noticed, he knew you hadn't noticed and to make sure you wouldn't notice, he reached over to switch off the light, clearing his throat. "so, uh, what are we watching?"
"the princess frog." you answered, turning your head up to look at his face as he groaned.
a look of displeasment was evident on his face. "it's so boring!" he practically gushed.
offence hit you like a truck. "excuse me!" you battled. "i'd like to see you opening up your own restaurant all by yourself." even carl had to admit, you got him there.
carl never understood why you picked movies that you fell asleep so early during.
he heard your soft snores and your gentle breath hit the crook of his neck within the first half hour of the movie. though he couldn't blame you. truthfully, he could only blame himself in how he had your head messed up, practically knocked off your shoulders for the entire day.
it took until almost a full hour into the movie for you to stur.
at first, carl thought he'd misheard it. a little noise falling from your lips. then, he heard it again.
he held his breath as he heard the whimper leave your lips.
then, he felt it.
the gentle roll of your hips against his thigh had him practically seeing stars. the boy glanced to the tv hoping for some kind of a distraction from his obvious hard on. he couldn't wake you up, not because he actually couldn't. but because he wasn't too sure if he wanted to.
admitting it sounded like nails on a chalkboard but he'd be lying if he said he did want to. the little whimper you let out, sleepily and lowly albeit, into his ear was enough for him to almost completely loose his control.
it was like he was dreaming, it was everything he'd dreamed of, especially the night before.
you sounded even better than he'd thought.
he shouldn't have laid so still. you weren't aware of the way your hips bucked onto his leg, a little whine stretching from your lips. he reminded himself that you were too busy sleeping to understand what was going on. he couldn't engage with you, that'd be wrong.
so... wrong.
then he'd swore he heard it. "carl." a mumble in your sleep, enough for him to not know whether or not you were actually sleeping. he took a glance at your face, eyes screwed shut.
he was imagining things, he had to have been.
you soon rolled over, leaving him laying very stiffly as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening.
you were having a wet dream, obviously. that'd never happened before, at least not while cuddled up against carl. but he could have swore he heard you say his name. he shook his head, knowing he was wrong, he was so caught up in what had happened the night before that he was imagining you breathe his name.
then, he heard it again.
this time it was more stretched out into a whine. due to the movie on in the background, he could vaguely make out the way your cunt rutted onto nothingness, the mattress maybe but it wasn't enough to cause any real friction.
his mind stirred. if you really were having a dream about him, surely it was only his duty to... help?
but it was dirty, downright perverted.
but your noises were growing needier, obviously the bed wasn't enough for you to create real friction from. he had to help you. "poor girl, can't even get herself off." he mumbled under his breath, not enough to wake you up.
if he were to touch you, it wouldn't be for him. no, he was doing this for you.
he knew you well enough to know you wouldn't wake. on the contrary, you'd sleep through an asteroid should it hit your home.
he reached his hand down beneath the covers, holding his breath. he was helping you, he reminded himself, helping you. this was for you, making sure you felt good as your dream continued. your dream of him.
suddenly, he wasn't the all too dirty one. perhaps you were.
his fingers gently felt the core of your shorts, taking an intake of breath upon feeling just how wet you were. it practically seeped onto his fingers, it was a wonder if his sweatpants didn't have a wet stain on them from how you'd been rolling your hips against them.
he breathed in, gently massaging the area you needed him the most, you all but moaned into the pillow, eyes screwed shut.
carl had dreamed of this moment for as long as he lived, he wasn't ready to give it up just yet.
the way your hips jutted into his hand, creating all the friction you needed and you whimpered again, still stuck in slumber, had carl's confidence through the roof.
it was as if saying his name, he realised you wanted it just as much as he did.
how he ended beneath the covers, he wasn't too sure. perhaps it was the newfound confidence he'd gained.
he'd spent too long dreaming of this moment to stop now. he breathed as shallow as a man could before his fingers travelled back to your shorts, gently pulling them away from your aching cunt. that was when he realised you hadn't been wearing panties. did you do that often around him? had you been... expecting something?
nonetheless, carl was more than willing to give it to you.
his breath fanned your pussy, prettier than his sick mind could have ever mustered. the image would be burned into his head, it'd never leave. one thing was for sure, this boy wasn't leaving the next morning without putting his mouth to your cunt.
and that was exactly what he did.
his tongue reached your pussy, licking a long stripe and feeling your thighs jump and your body jolt. obviously, never been touched.
he knew it'd be him who touched you first. now, it was just him making sure of it.
he licked again, your wetness gathering on his tongue. he tried to hold back the groan that spread throughout your entire body. yet, you still lay sleeping. it somehow only egged him on further. he knew you wouldn't wake. to him, your body was his for the taking. and he was going to take it.
his tongue found your cute hole, hands against your thighs, holding them, trapping them down.
tongue dancing across your clit, he heard you moan even louder, still trapped by slumber. his lips curved upwards, tongue circling your clit. he moved one of his hands, using his middle finger to gently slide into your sopping hole. so wet for him, already.
he cursed enid and ron for thinking they knew you. he cursed all of the people who thought they knew you. the truth was, the only person you could ever rely on would be him, he'd make sure that you got what you needed, make sure all your needs were fulfilled at all times. perhaps this was just him making sure of that fact.
his tongue moved away from your clit, moving his other hand to meet it. he saw the way your body writhed against his hands. he couldn't wait to do this when you were awake.
it wasn't until your thighs actually began to shake that he knew what was happening. "s'pretty." he mumbled, dazed as drool practically dripped from his mouth. you truly were, the most beautiful thing he'd ever encountered his entire life.
mouth moving back to your cunt, he moved his tongue back against your clit at an alarming pace. with his now free hand, he held your thighs down, trapping them under him as your body shook against him, jutting your hips back and practically rolling your hips against his face. he relished in it. you were practically getting off to his pretty face which told him all the more just how much you loved this.
he felt your hips force themselves back to the bed, shaking and vibrating until your juices poured out onto his tongue.
you'd came.
he lapped you up without second thought, tongue dancing over your hole and licking the juices off the single finger he'd pushed inside of you.
licking his lips, he finally rose. he watched your face lull in your sleep, obviously content and finally getting your sweet relief. he gently moved your shorts to cover your pussy again, as if nothing had happened at all.
it took mere seconds for you to roll back over and onto him, cuddling against his side. he couldn't help but feel even dirtier.
