Ruin Me (part 2)
wc: 2.8k || rating: E || story summary: Steve shows up on Eddie’s doorstep with an offer he can’t refuse || chapter summary: Steve explains why he needs Eddie to ruin him. || tags: omegaverse, alpha!Eddie Munson, omega!Steve Harrington, intersex omegas, explicit content [referenced] (see ao3 for full tags) || posted in full on ao3
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Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
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Previously…
That sour scent started seeping out of him again, but then he shuddered slightly and took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he seemed to orient himself. The stench of distressed omega ebbed a little, and then he opened his eyes to stare directly into Eddie’s own with a confidence more befitting the traditional idea of an alpha.
“I want you to ruin me.”
Come again?
What now?
Eddie blinked, just once, and slowly at that. He was certain he misheard what Harrington just said. Or, if he did hear it correctly, then it didn’t mean what Eddie thought it had meant. That was the only explanation.
He was apparently taking too long to formulate a response, however, his brow puckered and his lips slightly pursed in question, as Harrington just bitchily rolled his eyes and slapped the towel over his shoulder to prop his hand on a hip.
“Ruin me, Munson,” he huffed, and though he was still wracked with the occasional shiver, he was no longer clicking his teeth together or stuttering. “Bend me over. Fuck me. You’re an alpha, you should be capable of that much, aren’t you? Knot me and use me and make me your bitch for the night.”
Had Eddie done drugs that night? He didn’t recall taking drugs, but he just had to be hallucinating right now, didn’t he? There was no way that Ice Queen Steve Harrington was asking to be…
And that was the thing. The Harringtons were very traditional. They bought their son fancy clothes, a fancy car, and let him ring up the family credit card however he wanted for the most part. He was an omega but he wasn’t regulated to omega-only activities. However, Harrington never fucked. He was the whole ‘save yourself until mated’ sort of omega.
Oh, the gossip was there, of course. Harrington never let anything in his pussy, but he’d go down on betas and other omegas, would use his tongue and fingers and even his little dick to get his partners off, but his pussy was off limits. Locker room gossip also said he’d let beta boys hit it from behind, but never never never did he fuck with alphas. Alphas were as off limits as his pussy.
Of course, Eddie knew that the gossip wasn’t all true. Harrington was obviously still a virgin in that major way at least, but Eddie didn’t believe half the shit that it was gossiped about he got up to in his free time. Sure, Eddie knew he’d eat a beta or omega girl out, would finger them to completion, because he’d seen it one night at a party he was dealing at. But Harrington never let anyone else touch him it seemed. And never a guy.
Or maybe he did. Maybe he let some pretty girl or boy suck his little cocklet, ignoring how wet he got wanting to be filled. Maybe he had one of those issues where he couldn’t get wet. Nothing wrong with that; Eddie sold drugs to help with dryness and flaccid issues too. Though, if Harrington was telling Eddie he wanted him to knot him up, he didn’t think there was an issue with getting wet.
“Jesus, Harrington, buy a guy a drink first, shit,” he muttered on an exhaled breath, falling back on jokes as he tried to figure out just what the fuck was going on.
Harrington just looked further put out, then he was moving to grab his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a fat enough stack of bills to buy Eddie and Wayne groceries for a month. He stepped forward to drop the cash on the little two seater table by the front door. Eddie tried to figure out if it was ominous or not that a flash of lightning went off just then through the trailer’s curtains.
“I’ll pay you for your services, but I need you to fuck me so hard I can’t sit for a week,” Harrington said in his bitchy little voice, speaking over the roll of thunder, but even though he gave off that posturing of annoyance, there was a curl of something desperate in his scent. Not for Eddie, of course, but…for an escape.
“What the shit, Harrington?” Eddie snarled, flinging a hand out to indicate the cash Harrington so easily dropped. Fucking rich kids. “I’m not a fucking prostitute. You can’t just pay me for sex.”
Another fucking eye roll from Harrington. God, Eddie hated him. Sure, the guy technically hadn’t been one of the bullies that hunted down Eddie and the other freaks before, and Eddie honestly didn’t know him at all outside of reputation and assumptions but…
How fucking entitled was this asshole to think that he could throw money at Eddie and Eddie would fall all over himself to knot Harrington’s precious little virgin pussy.
A part of Eddie couldn’t help but wonder why Harrington was here trying to proposition him like this, however. Harrington had been staunchly into keeping his virginity for his hypothetical future alpha, so why was he here now at Eddie’s trailer trying to lose it? Surely there were plenty of knotheaded alphas who would be more than willing to do that job for him.
Harrington flushed then, his cheeks now rosy from something other than the cold, and had the good grace to look mildly ashamed. He rolled his tongue between his lips as he looked away for a moment, his shoulders hitching up slightly again, and for a moment the only sound was the rain pelting the roof of the trailer and the occasional thunderous rumble.
“Look, I…” Harrington trailed off with a small shrug and a huff. He then straightened up and looked Eddie directly in the eyes again. “Please. Look, you can brag about it at school. In fact, I’d love for you to. To tell everyone how you cracked the Ice Bitch and had him begging for your cock like a needy little omega slut. How I begged you to fill my pussy until it was bruised and abused. Until it was so used up everyone would be able to tell what a whore I am.”
What.
The.
Fuck.
Seriously. What the fuck. What the fuck was wrong with Harrington? They had never once interacted and suddenly he was in his living room begging for Eddie’s knot? And definitely not under any heat or anything like that, that much was obvious by his scent which was slowly filling up the space of the trailer. The sour notes of distress turned Eddie’s stomach. Harrington spoke about being a begging slut but there wasn’t even a hint of arousal in the air right now.
“I’ll pay you whatever you want, do whatever you want,” Harrington kept saying, and soon the scent of his desperation was rising as well. “If you don’t want cash, I’ll find something else. Anything else. Anything to make you agree to this.” Harrington’s voice grew in desperation as well, and Eddie figured it was only by will alone that it hadn’t risen up into a whine.
Eddie brought both hands up to rub at his face, letting out a small groan. He dropped his hands to stare at Harrington with obvious confusion and exasperation. “Tell me why you want me to fuck you, Harrington. Give me one good reason why I should fuck you and give you my knot, why you showed up here in the pouring rain and pounding on my door like the bats of hell itself are after you. Then maybe I’ll give you what you want, but I want the truth, Harrington.”
Harrington stared at Eddie, his bottom lip now caught between his teeth, his brown eyes staring at him with that beseeching desperation as his fingers moved to curl in the sleeve of his Henley. When he finally spoke, it was barely more of a whisper, his voice cracking.
“Because I trust you.”
And if that didn’t take the wind out of Eddie’s sails. Because seriously, once again, what the fuck.
Harrington didn’t know Eddie any more than Eddie knew Harrington, which was not at all. Sure, they had the occasional class together, not that Eddie went to a lot of them, but they’d never actively spoken to each other before tonight. And sure, Harrington had been part of his rants on the lunch tables, but only in the way that Harrington was a jock and Eddie ranted about jocks and their place in social hierarchies. They were strangers, through and through.
So why the hell was Harrington here, begging to lose his V card, and saying he trusted Eddie?
Harrington’s eyes were guileless, however. There was not a single trace of deceit there, nothing hidden or mocking. He was speaking the truth, and Eddie…well, he wasn’t immune to a pretty omega, okay? He scoffed at alphas who fell over themselves about omegas, but he wasn’t an asshole who ignored someone in need.
Especially not one that looked at him like that, something primal in Eddie waking up to tell him to protect and take care of, which he thought was a load of bull. Harrington didn’t need him like that. He just wanted his cock.
Why he wanted his cock, Eddie still didn’t know.
“Why?” he questioned again, and though he’d meant to snap the word, it came out softer than intended.
Harrington swallowed again, dragging his damp forearm over his nose with a sniffle from the cold, obviously debating on telling Eddie the truth or not, looking like he might very well flee at any moment, until…
Until it was like the strings holding him up collapsed on him and he curled in on himself, wrapping his arms around himself. Harrington squeezed his eyes shut with a wince.
“My parents are mating me off,” he muttered, barely audible over the rain. Eddie stiffened at the words, but Harrington kept going. “They’re traditional, my parents. Their mating was arranged, as were their parents’ before them, and so on and so on. Always to get a better deal, a transaction to get something out of it for themselves and to hell with the kids they’re selling off to the highest bidder.”
Harrington’s words were bitter, sarcastic, but when he opened his eyes to look at Eddie again there was a fire in their dark depths. “My parents were fine with me dating Nancy. She wasn’t quite up to standards for them, and just a beta, but she was good enough. Then she broke up with me, and Hargrove became the new talk of town, and my grades were slipping because—” Harrington cut himself off with a shake of his head.
“It doesn’t matter. It just matters that I’m no longer good enough for my parents to ignore any longer.”
Harrington grimaced then, running an anxious hand through his still wet hair. “He’s more than twice my age, my intended alpha. He gets me, gets my purity, and Dad gets a promotion and raise. He’s a business partner or something, I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying much attention after they effectively told me that my life was over tonight.”
Eddie felt…frozen. Sick. Of course he knew that this shit still happened. Traditionalists were fucking monsters, but when the President of the United States was one of them too, it wasn’t like you could do anything about it. Just had to roll over and accept it.
Unless you were Harrington.
Unless you were willing to do whatever it took to take matters into your own hands.
The Harringtons were very traditional. Everyone knew that. The ‘save yourself until your mated’ type. Shit. At least for omegas. At least for their kids they raised to be nothing more than a bargaining chip to make their own lives better, never mind the living, breathing child who would be sold off to some sweaty old alpha only interested in taking taking taking.
And breaking breaking breaking.
Eddie knew the type. His father might not have been from an affluent family who did arranged matings, but he had a traditional mindset about certain things. He had loved Eddie’s mother, that was beyond a doubt, but Eddie was under no misunderstanding of how much shittier his life would have been had he been born an omega. For the traditionalist, that was the worst fucking disgrace.
“So you want me to make you damaged goods,” Eddie said in growing understanding. “You want me to…”
“Ruin me,” Harrington agreed, giving a short nod. “It has to be real. It’s the only way to stop this.”
“And what about afterwards?” Eddie asked, because there was always an afterwards. The Harringtons wouldn’t let the insult stand, he knew that. He had thought the Harringtons, though traditional, still…cherished their son, or whatever. But people who sold their kids off for a raise at work weren’t the sort to let something like this go.
Harrington’s jaw trembled ever so slightly, but he raised his chin all the same, swallowing it all down. “They won’t disown me. Not immediately, at least. I have some money saved up too, I can leave.” He grimaced. “Unless you want that too. I don’t care. Like I said, I’ll pay anything. But I’ll figure it out. Anything is better than that.”
Eddie’s lips quirked up. “What, don’t want to be barefoot and pupped up for the rest of your life?” he asked a little meanly, though his mind was mostly still just reeling from everything Harrington just told him. Practically everything he had assumed about Harrington being rewritten.
Harrington bared his teeth and growled. “Look, are you going to fuck me or not, Munson. I haven’t got all night.”
Eddie snorted. “No? You seemed pretty desperate to me, barging in and begging for my cock.”
Flushing slightly, Harrington let out a little sneer before turning away. “Forget this. This was a mistake,” he muttered.
Stepping forward quickly, Eddie grabbed the sleeve of Harrington’s shirt, noting how wet it still was, how cold Harrington’s skin was beneath it, and made Harrington stop. “Just…tell me. Why me?”
Harrington looked over his shoulder at Eddie, his eyes taking in Eddie’s expression which only spoke of genuine curiosity and confusion, and sighed. He offered a small shrug. “You’re kind of an ass, but you talk about…about lack of conformity. About being whoever you want because you want it, not because society is telling you who to be. About not letting your secondary gender control who you are in life. About choosing your own freedom. Your own future.”
Eddie’s brows rose to hide in his bangs. He wouldn’t have expected Harrington to pay all that much attention to his lunchtime rants. Most of the jocks just ignored him. At least the ones who weren’t trying to shove him into lockers or whatever. Very cliché, in his opinion.
“So you want my knot because I talk about…not being ruled by my knot?”
Harrington’s nose wrinkled up at that, but the roll of his eyes seemed almost amused instead of annoyed. “I want your knot because I trust you not to take advantage of me in a way I don’t want. I trust you not to force a bite on me, making me suffer through an incomplete bonding dissolution. I trust you to not damage me too greatly, though I won’t object if you want to slap me around a bit. I can take it.”
Eddie recalled, last year, the busted face Harrington received courtesy of Byers. He then thought about how Harrington had looked before winter break, with the rumor mill stating it was Hargrove that had rocked Harrington’s shit next. He wondered, suddenly, if the occasional bruise on Harrington’s face over the years hadn’t been from roughhousing during sports a little too much but maybe from a disappointed father.
He wanted to be offended, annoyed, pissed off that Harrington thought he would pull that shit in bed. Sure, he liked a bit of adventurous sex here or there, and he definitely liked the thought of leaving bruises, but only the consensual sort. He wanted to be upset, but all he could do was stare at Harrington’s resigned expression and wonder just what the hell he was doing agreeing to all of this.
Because he was. What else was he expected to do? Eddie didn’t prescribe to the whole biology thing about alphas and omegas, but there was no denying that Harrington was hot, that Harrington was willing, even if it wasn’t quite in the way that Eddie preferred. Mostly, he knew that if he denied and rejected Harrington now, the dude was just going to try to find it elsewhere. And who knew if the next alpha he asked would be as considerate as Eddie was.
“Pick up your money, Harrington,” he murmured, causing Harrington’s face to crumble again before flattening out into an annoyed mask. Harrington shook off Eddie’s hand still on his sleeve, moving to snatch up the bills next before turning towards the door, but Eddie reached out again and grabbed him by the wrist this time.
“Pick up your money, Harrington,” he repeated, more slowly this time, stopping the other boy before he could move away. “Because I’m not a prostitute, but I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart. I’ll give you my knot and ruin you so good.”
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Author Commentary:
Everyone get that blink-and-you-miss-it reference to the Upside Down shenanigans? Poor Steve, while he may be scraping enough grades to graduate, he never did get enough to enter into any of the colleges his father wanted for him.
But then, getting your clock cleaned twice a single year apart and then having to process the fact that you not only helped facilitate the death of a classmate/friend but also ended up having to face down even more monsters and the possession of a kid? Yeah, I barely graduated and I just had regular depression to deal with.
Anyways, this part here is basically the scene I had in my head that started this whole mess, of Steve coming to Eddie to ruin him because his parents were trying to mate him off to some older creep who got off on the idea of purity and virginity. Very old school and traditional. And then it sort of snowballed from there.
I would say that in this AU the acceptance of same-sex relationships is definitely anachronistic due to a/b/o dynamics making primary gender no longer important in regards to pregnancy and the like, with most accepted forms of bigotry instead pertaining to secondary genders, though sexism is still rampant even for female alphas.
In my mind, queerness is not exactly normalized either, but I would say it’s more aligned to how it is in US today. Such as, Steve’s parents are definitely homophobic, but they keep that shit behind closed doors to keep up appearances, and they’re not against selling out their son to a man twice his age. Hawkins is definitely a little more prejudiced and bigoted in general too, but same-sex matings/marriages are technically legal, so it’d be more like how same-sex couples are treated today in certain states.
Overall, however, this story does take place otherwise firmly in canon, set between S2 and S3 towards the end of the school year.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention it in the previous part when it was mentioned more, but I also I saw a post talking about about in fics people are able to recognize specific scents weirdly well, so in this fic I wanted to make Eddie (and most others) unable to get specific scents, just kind of being able to more realistically generalize things, with maybe a little more focus on the different components of scents than regular people. Though alphas and omegas are typically better at identifying scents than betas as well, if they’re familiar enough with the scents in question.
While writing Steve’s scent, I kept thinking about the vanilla bean scones sold at Starbucks lol, and remembered celebrity chef Ina Garten talking about how a bit of fresh lemon juice/zest can bring out the sweetness in vanilla and desserts. And then I threw in a dash of something like cinnamon and cloves for that kind of spiced addition, thinking of a kind of savory sweet dessert because I liked Steve not being overly sweet like most omega scents are portrayed as. But Eddie can’t recognize all that so he just makes a generalization.
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