dazed and confused
Summary: Eddie has been making sexual innuendos at you for months without making a real move. You decide you've had enough.
Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader (but no pronouns used)
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: smmuuuut. dirty talk bc eddie has a filthy mouth, oral (m receiving), cursing
A/N: I saw this pic and was punched in the face with this fic idea. ANYWAYS
"You want a beer or anything?"
Eddie peeked around his shoulder at you as he opened the fridge, his free hand running his fingers through his curls.
"Yeah, I'll take one."
The two of you had just entered Eddie's trailer after a night out with Steve, Robin, Jonathan, and Nancy. The six of you started hanging out a few times a month after everything with the upside down had finished, and you loved it. Keeping in touch with friends was hard as adults, but they made it easy. Truthfully, your giant crush on Eddie made it the easiest.
You and Eddie were only friends, but the more time you spent together, the more that line between friends and something else seemed to blur. Except every time it started to get too real, Eddie chickened out. He deflected. And he'd do it by way of making sexual jokes.
At first, it excited you, the knowing that he thought of you that way from consistent comments that always had your other friends groaning in exasperation. You'd even heard Steve mutter a "just fuck her already, man," to Eddie, which Eddie responded to with a swift smack in his friend's chest.
But now? Now it frustrated you. You were growing tired of the constant comments and no action. You were tired of having to take care of yourself with your vibrator when you could have him between your thighs. You couldn't take it much longer.
Eddie had invited you back to his trailer tonight after the dinner, and you saw this as your opportunity. He'd never had the balls to ask just you over, so you immediately agreed, hopeful that tonight would be the night.
The tension in the air now was so thick as he passed you the beer that you may as well have suffocated on it. His fingers juuust grazed yours as he handed you the bottle, and you were about to crawl out of your skin from the desperate want that needed to be freed. You needed more. You were tired of dancing around one another. You just needed him to make his move.
Eddie cleared his throat, watching you take a swig of your beer. You knew he was staring at your mouth, admiring the way your lips wrapped around the rim. The way they pursed as you pulled the bottle away, a stray droplet of the liquid gathering at the corner of your mouth. The way you swallowed, the action moving his attention towards your bare neck.
Your heart was pounding. "What?"
He blinked, as if out of a trance. He begrudgingly moved his eyes upwards to yours. "What."
For Christ's sake, Eddie, make a move, you screamed in your head. "You're staring."
His expression began to change until he settled into one of his easy, flirtatious grins. "Ohhh, I was just thinkin'."
"About...?"
He put his beer down on the counter and crossed his arms. "How good your lips would look wrapped around something else."
Alright. That's it.
You huffed, walking over to set your beer down next to his before stepping into his personal space. He backed up a step on instinct, his back hitting the wall as his eyes widened in surprise.
"What are you--"
"Do you mean that, Eddie?" you asked. You were done. Done playing the games, done pretending like he wasn't completely serious about wanting you. You were no longer waiting for him to make a move--you were demanding it. And making one yourself.
Eddie looked like his brain was malfunctioning. He blinked several times as he looked down at you. You were so close, your nose almost brushing his. "Wh-uh, mean what?"
You placed your hands on his lower abdomen and smirked at the way his eyes fluttered before focusing in on you. And then you slid your hands lower, until your fingers gripped his belt and pulled him closer. "Do you really think my lips would look good...wrapped around something else?"
His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly. "Uh. Yeah--yeah I mean..." His eyes were nearly bugging out of his head now that you were unbuckling his belt, sliding it through the loops with ease before tossing it onto the floor. He trailed off, mouth hanging open, unable to form a single coherent thought at what was happening.
Your fingers worked on the button of his jeans before moving to the zipper, sliding it down devastatingly slow. You batted your lashes at him, giving him the biggest doe eyes you could muster as you bit your lip. "I could show you what it looks like, Eddie."
Eddie's chest began to heave with anticipation, adrenaline coursing through his body at your words. There's no way, no way that you could be serious, that you could really want him. Like this. Right now. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, desperate to touch you but too terrified to commit to it. "I..."
Your hand snuck past his pants, cupping him through his boxers. Your eyes fell shut at the feel of him, the weight of him hardening in your hand. You'd dreamt about this moment so many times.
Eddie's head fell back against the wall with a thud, his eyes screwed shut tightly. He was damn near panting and you'd barely touched him. "Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath.
"It's just...you always talk so much, and there's never any action," you continued, your hand squeezing him briefly before you began stroking him through the cloth barrier. You leaned in closer, nuzzling your nose against his, your lips barely touching. "And I'm tired of waiting."
Eddie couldn't even get a word out before you pulled away and lowered yourself onto your knees before him, your hands yanking his jeans down, his boxers in tow. He forced himself to lift his head off the wall so he could see you, because he was certain this was a dream, and he was about to wake up and have to jerk off to the thought of it. Because there's no way this was really happening. His eyes were wide and laser focused at the sight of you kneeling before him, his teeth biting into his plush bottom lip. He wanted to speak, needed to say something, anything!, but he was speechless.
And he was fucking beautiful, exactly the way you always pictured. Standing at attention against his abdomen, he was the perfect size, his pink tip leaking freely. Desire hit your lower belly like a truck--you'd thought about this probably as often as he did, and the anticipation had you nearly squirming. No more hesitation; you leaned in and showed him exactly what you'd both been dreaming about.
The moment your lips wrapped around his tip, Eddie let out the most pathetic, needy whimper you'd ever heard, the sound hitting you right in your cunt. "Oh my god," he groaned, eyes rolling in the back of his head. His hands remained clenched into fists at his side as you sucked sweetly on his sensitive tip, his hips twitching in an effort not to buck forward.
The racing of your heart was pounding into your eardrums, your cunt on fire with need. "Touch me," you breathed against him, pulling away to look up at him. If he didn't put his hands on you right goddamn now you felt as though you could die. "Please fucking touch me."
"Jesus," he exhaled, features softening but eyes wild with desire. His hands moved to card his fingers softly through your hair, gathering it up in the back as a makeshift ponytail. One hand held onto your hair as the other slid down your scalp, the side of your head, to rest against your cheek. You nuzzled into him on instinct, your hand still holding his rigid cock. "Can't fuckin' believe this is happening."
You began stroking him again, achingly slow, just to draw this moment out a little longer, your eyes locked onto his.
"You're so gorgeous," he mumbled, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth at your movements. "You have no idea...how long I've wanted this."
You leaned in again, the tip of your nose gently sliding up the length of his cock, a smirk forming on your lips at the shaky, stuttering gasp that escaped him. And then you replaced your nose with your tongue, licking a broad stripe up the length of him before wrapping your mouth completely around him. Your tongue flatted against the base as you took him all the way in, his tip reaching past the back of your throat.
"Oh--oh my god," you hear him groan above you, his fingers tightening in your hair.
The moment you began bobbing your head up and down on him, something in him snapped, like the floodgates opened, and he couldn't stop talking. Confessing.
"Fuck, yeah, honey, just like that," he chanted, hips bucking forward and sending him deeper into your throat. "So fucking gorgeous, look at you. Can't believe we didn't do this sooner, wanted you since the moment I saw you." You tried to focus on what he was saying as you fought your gag reflex, tears pooling in your eyes. "C'mon, baby. Look at me, angel." You obeyed, blinking tears away and looking up at him as you choked on it.
Eddie swore he had died and went to heaven.
"Takin' it so well, you were made for this, weren't you?" You groaned in response, your wetness painting your thighs at his words of encouragement, at the way his grip on you was borderline painful. "God, I could've been fuckin' this mouth for months if I hadn't been such a pussy." You whined around him, jaw beginning to get sore in the most delicious way. Eddie grinned like a cheshire cat. "Yeah you'd like that, wouldn't you? Wanna be mine so you can choke on it every day?"
Yes yes yes.
Unable to voice a response, you lifted the hand that wasn't gripping his thigh and cupped his balls, the movement causing him to twitch in your mouth.
"G-god," he choked out, eyes glazing over as his head hit the wall once more. "I'm gonna come soon if you keep doin' that," he warned.
So you continued, never missing a beat in the rhythm you'd set up with your mouth and your hand, your fingers gently squeezing him as you worked your jaw to open wider for him.
Eddie whined, hand almost yanking your hair at your ministrations. "You want me to come in your mouth, sweetheart? That what you want?"
You groaned around him, and the vibrations from it were his undoing. He choked out a quiet Jesus Christ and a moan of your name as his hips stuttered, painting the back of your throat white. You greedily swallowed everything he gave you, fingers and mouth never ceasing until he finally came down.
"Holy fucking shit, sweetheart," he panted, gently pulling you off of him. Eddie looked straight up in love as he took in the sight of you--you, still on your knees and wiping your mouth with a lazy grin, dried tears and mascara smeared down your cheeks.
You stood up wordlessly and stepped closer to him again, taking his face in your hands. He immediately wasted no time and leaned in, finally kissing you, groaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. "You're a fuckin' angel, you know that?" he mumbled in between kisses, his hands wrapping around you and squeezing your ass.
Your cheeks burned crimson at his compliments. "Maybe."
He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes. "I'm sorry I've been such a coward till now. I never thought you could actually...want me like that."
You smiled, fingers toying with his curls as your arms wrapped lazily around his shoulders. "'s okay. I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me."
Eddie quirked a brow at you, a wicked grin slowly spreading across his face.
"Better start now, sweetheart. We got a lot of lost time to make up for."