word count: 2.0k (idk how we got all the way up here)
content warnings: kissing, eddie annoys reader, they're happy in this one! popular!reader but it's not really mentioned, second person pov
summary: you and eddie make out in a school bathroom, much to his surprise
A/N: thank you for reading!
divider by @chrisssiren
There was absolutely nothing that turned you on about having sex at school.
You had a nightmare about it once, in fact. Being caught bent over a desk that some poor kid would be sitting at less than an hour later, bottoms around your ankles and dignity nowhere to be found. Your foot collided harshly with Eddie's calf with how you jerked awake.
Eddie knew this. Not the nightmare- you told him you forgot he was staying over and thought he was an intruder. But he knew you'd never let him ravage you within a three mile radius of your abhorred school building.
Which was why he was so incredibly surprised when he found himself following you down the long stretch of the mostly empty Hawkins hallways.
He knew your tells- only natural with the amount of time he spent not so inconspicuously staring at you. He knew what you looked like when you were zoned out. When you were thinking about him.
For a minute, he thought he had read you wrong when he realized you were walking to the bathroom, and not one of the perfectly good and empty classrooms. He was quickly reassured when you'd noticed the echo of his steps had slowed in the empty hallway, turning to face him with your head tilted in a silent question.
He wasn't complaining. Just curious. It was gloomy out today, maybe practice got cancelled and you were in a particularly good mood.
“Ms. ‘no sex on school grounds’ have a change of heart?” He hummed as he trailed in behind you, hands clasped behind his back.
“We're not gonna have sex,” you chided, words a bit hushed as you checked to make sure that each stall was in fact empty.
Oh. “No?”
“No.” You affirmed, lifting yourself onto the counter and adjusting yourself as much as you could without falling into the sink. “I just wanna…” you paused, jumping a shoulder.
He'd caught on, head tilting into a mocking pout.
Your mouth opened before his to cut off whatever thought he was seconds away from spewing. “Don't be cute,” you warned, eyes narrowed.
You watched as he walked to the door, toeing the door stopper out from the corner and kicking it into the crack.
“You're cute,” he smirked, “you wanna kiss me?”
“I'm reconsidering,” you muttered.
You weren't. He looked good today. Like, overwhelmingly good. Sometimes you were glad a bulk of the student body acted like they wouldn't touch him with a six foot pole. It meant he was all yours to ogle.
He scoffed, turning on his heel and crossing the short distance over to you.
“And you don't want me to do…anything else?” He raised a skeptical brow.
You shook your head, sitting up straighter.
He smiled as your neck craneed expectantly.
A peck.
Your eyes open, perfect brows snapping together in confusion.
He was amused, at least. Grinning down at you.
You groaned in annoyance, planting your palms on the counter so they were ready to help you hop down.
He ignored your silent action of a threat, licking his lips, "Raspberry fizz,” he nodded confidently.
“Strawberry rush.” You corrected, unamused.
He shrugged. “Close enough? I was half right, I get a kiss,” he stated, so matter of factly it was almost like he was right.
“You weren't even a fourth right. And you could have gotten plenty without irritating me.” You hope your attempt at indignation was convincing enough. It was difficult, though. To feign peeved while he pushed your knees open, moving to stand between your thighs. “You have to know how much you suck at this. I don't think you've ever been right.”
Eddie didn't suck at Guess the Gloss. It was a game he invented, it'd be impossible for him to suck at it. He just liked being wrong so he could “guess again”.
“And you wanna kiss me anyway.” He teased, pressing an obnoxiously loud smooch to the crease that formed just above your nose when you glowered at him. Like a cute little gremlin, he'd told you.
He continued that line of kisses down until they finally reached your lips. You seemed satisfied then, barely maintained fervor quickly taking the place of your annoyance.
Your lips were softer than they looked, which Eddie had thought to be impossible. Soft and warm and sweet, even as they devoured his own.
You weren't the only girl Eddie had ever kissed, a fact that had surprised (and for some reason you couldn't place, disappointed) you when you'd first heard it.
Eddie liked how you kissed him, though. Like you'd been waiting all day to.
You liked how Eddie kissed you, too. How his hands situated on the base of your hips, hesitant to move lower or higher until you gave him the okay.
You weren't supposed to kiss at all. It was a rule you had made, and a rule you had broken concerningly quickly. Not dissimilar to the sixteen other “boundaries” you'd set.
Your kisses were never like this, though. Public. Or at least semi public. Not with your arrangement. It was different, sure. But he wasn't gonna question it. He couldn't, either, with how your teeth clung onto his bottom lip whenever he'd try to pull away even slightly.
His hands twitched when your leg bumped against his hip, pushing him closer to you. He tried to stay planted. Any closer and you'd notice the stiffness he'd been trying to hide from you. You said kissing only, and he'd respected that. His lower half just wasn't doing a great job of conveying how much he respected that.
His lips twitched when you'd pulled away at the rattle of someone attempting to enter through the expertly barricaded door. Eddie had almost huffed at the loss of contact as he was left staring at the side of your face. You were so cute, all focused and irritated and trying not to show the itch of nervousness you felt. He could just eat you up.
After much deliberation, he decided against taking the opportunity to lick a long, thick stripe up your cheek, though he was a bit more than sure you wouldn't have stopped him. You'd done worse.
He should take this opportunity to ask what's up with you today, he thinks. Yeah, you might just be incredibly horny- but if that's the case then why would you only want to kiss him when he could have made you cum four minutes ago?
The sound of rattling was replaced by the retreating steps of someone venturing to find another bathroom. Or a janitor. You relaxed a bit. Slowly, so he couldn't tell you were holding in a breath. “What? What's that face?” You hummed, focus returning to him.
It wouldn't be terrible if he just asked. You'd likely laugh him off, worst case.
“Bit nervous, huh? Maybe we should've hung an out of order sign,” he diverted.
“Oh, didn't know you were such an expert on bathroom debauchery. Maybe next time i'll have you-”
“Debauchary, she says,” he threw his head back in playful exasperation. “This is probably like, the least debauched you've ever been in my presence. Look at you, all fully clothed and nice to me.”
“I'm always nice to you,” you rebutted, smoothing his tee. “And I'm far from debauched. I'm a perfect lady.” You took your time leaning forward again, until he got the hint and bridged the gap.
He was slower with it, this time. Almost like he was trying to melt his lips into yours.
As much as he tried to, Eddie couldn't ignore how your hands held his head. Like you needed him there. He could have very well been projecting, though. Because he definitely needed you to keep touching him like that.
He should ask what's up with you. All serious-like, too. Throw you off balance as retaliation for making him feel like some middle schooler wondering if his crush likes him back.
Before he could amp himself up to, though, your hands slid down, gripping his ass through jeans and effectively pulling him out of his head.
He slapped your hand, not pulling away when you laughed into his mouth.
“Pervert.”
You gasped at the accusation, finally giving him a moment's rest.
You were smiling when he opened his eyes, and Eddie couldn't help the itch of smugness he felt when he realized your focus was solely on his lips.
Then, you snickered.
“Oops” you stifled a laugh, swiping your thumb over the corner of his lip.
He looked past you and into the water stained mirror you sat in front of when you turned to wet a paper towel.
Raspberry rush, or strawberry bash, or whatever glitter packed gloss you'd coated your lips in was now smeared across his lips and a decent portion of his chin.
His smirk didn't waver, still cocky and trying.
“You don't need to mark your territory, sweetheart. I know you want me all to yourself.” His nose nuzzled against yours when you turned back toward him.
You muttered something, grabbing hold of his chin to wipe the specs of glitter littered around the bottom half of his face.
“Yes, Eddie. I wanna be yours forever,” he squeaked. It was risky to say, blatantly joking or not.
“That's not what I said.” You informed him, assuming the annoyingly high voice he was attempting was supposed to be yours.
Not too risky, then. That gave him room to play. “No? Is that why you're so eager to clean me up?”
You kissed your teeth, “I'm helpful, twinkle lips,” you pointed. “You don't get to call me eager,” you cocked your head, eyes flickering down to his crotch.
Eddie's lip pursed, smirk finally dropping.
“Leave it alone, he’ll go down.”
He booped your chin when your face scrunched at the use of the title.
“You're like a little capybara when I gross you out,” he smiled, the few specs of glitter left on the side of his mouth revealing themselves under the awkwardly dim artificial lighting.
“Capybara?” You dragged the damp paper towel across his lips, “Been looking at my environmental science notes?”
Hopping down from the counter, you missed Eddie's frown as he was released from the warmth of your legs.
The absence of you was oddly effective in getting his hard ons down, a discovery he was grateful for as he turned to track your next move.
Your hand was wrapped around the door’s handle, head peeping through the crack a bit to make sure the hall was still as empty as you left it.
“And she's so vigilant,” his arms wrapped around your center. His chin came down on your shoulder. “My very own ward,” he swooned. “We all clear?”
You let out an affirming hum, turning in his loose hold, “Off you go, Dionysus.” You tried to fix his hair a bit before letting the door swing fully open.
Dionysus. God of wine, fertility, theater, and whatever else. Ecstasy. Pleasure.
You'd learned it in Latin, and used the name whenever you felt impish.
Eddie was flattered that you thought about him enough to associate him with anything. He'd teased you about it so much you regretted ever bringing it up.
“Yeah and uh,” he paused, leaning against the chipped doorframe. How would he even ask? ‘What was this for, again? Not that you need a reason for kissing me. I'd actually prefer if you did it more.’
“I'll see you tonight?” Not what he was supposed to ask, but knowing when he'd be able to get more of you was also a pressing matter.
You were doing that thing with your face. That look.
Eddie would strike a bet with anyone who insisted that they could stand face to face with you for seven seconds while you looked at them like that without combusting. He'd probably win a small fortune, too. He believed himself to have built a pretty good tolerance to that look and he still had to stop himself from biting his knuckles.
“Sure, Eds,” you smiled.
A/N: hiii! like and comment if you wanna! cringed a bit while writing i hope you didn't cringe too much while reading...this is pre echolalia verse but can def be read as a stand-alone!
