Lila Hopper Mayfield has always lived in the shadows, her father's, her secrets', and most of all, the shadow of a love she's never truly forgotten.
Gifted with electric powers she hides from the world, she leads a nearly normal life in Hawkins, between her two best friends, Nancy and Barbara, and the silence she's learned to carry.
But when a boy disappears, when a world beneath Hawkins, a girl, and faceless monsters rise again, lies unravel, hearts waver, and Lila discovers that some truths are more dangerous than darkness itself.
And Steve Harrington?
He never really stopped loving her.
But in Hawkins, love isn't always enough to survive.
request: from @xxbookdrunkdemigodxx; reader has been testing eddie’s patience all day, and then she acts out during hellfire club and after everyone leaves. he punishes her. he rolls a 20 sided die to decide how many times she’ll be edged before he takes her home.
warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; angst, dom eddie + sub reader, pet names, choking, kinky kinky, cum denial, edging, rough play, biting, “master” dynamics, (f receiving) oral, public sex, etc.
word count: ~2.1k
note: oh my gerd. yes. 1 million times yes. let’s annoy the fuck out of eddie until he fucks us. let’s go! first request ever so i hope i interpreted your thoughts right or i wrote okay 👌🏼 my anxiety poppin off today!
Eddie has always driven you to school. He enjoys seeing your sweet face fresh and early in the morning. He loves the cinnamon smell that follows you as you carry your hot chocolate. He loves how passionate you are. How you make him feel like he is the only person in the universe. How your body fits perfectly against his. How he never thought of soulmates before he met you. He loves that you were each other’s firsts and that you will be each other’s last. He loves how much of a freak you are. How you both share the same love for music. How you look in just his Hellfire shirt the morning after. How open minded you are and willing to talk about the craziest of things. He loves how your eyes scan over his body. How he will never have to doubt how you feel about him. How you happily will be missus Munson before you know it. He loves you with every fiber of his being, through all your goods and all your bads. He will love you forever.
One of the things he loves about you is the way you somehow always forget things. He likes to be your knight and shining armor, finding a solution to all your simple problems. Most days, he enjoys being the person in your life to remind you of the mundane things. Like, “Don’t you need your backpack?” or “Did you bring your lunch?” But today? No. Today, he fucking hated being that person.
Today began with an ask for a pencil. You needed a number 2 pencil for your English exam. Eddie happily shared his. However, he also remembered how many times he reminded you about bringing in a pencil for the exam.
Before lunch, you asked to borrow his jacket between classes. He didn’t mind sharing his jacket. He loves seeing you in it. You wear it so well. He did mind the part where he reminded you to bring a jacket and you said you wouldn’t be cold and not to worry. He did mind that it was winter in Hawkins, Indiana and all he had underneath was his hellfire shirt.
During lunch, you managed to return the pencil - snapped in half. He had no clue how that could have happened and he had no intention of finding out. Any reason given would just piss him off more.
Despite your absolute natural ability to annoy him, Eddie would drop everything to be there for you. To be that knight. Your protector. Your lover. And sometimes, even your master. Your forgetfulness is just a fault he is more than willing to accept and love if that means he has forever with you.
All members of the Hellfire club meet after school on Fridays. You rest in one of the auditorium chairs as you watch Eddie’s latest campaign develop in front of your eyes. You always enjoyed how the Hellfire boys would react to Eddie’s crazy plot lines. As the entire group settles at the table, Eddie converses with his sheep and discusses the next steps of the night’s DND session.
All of a sudden, he calls on you. “Y/n, can you bring up the handbook?” he asks as he gestures for you to join them on stage. You immediately sink into your seat, realizing you left Eddie’s DND player handbook on your bed after trying to learn more about the different character classes.
With the hesitance of your movement, Eddie tightens his lips once again and slams his palms against the table. You shudder at the loud sound, knowing that whatever follows will not be good. Now, Eddie is an incredibly gentle, loving man. But he most definitely has his own way of punishing you, and fuck are you going to get it.
“We’re ending early today,” Eddie struggles to say calmly. The entire Hellfire club watches with wide eyes. They slowly begin to pack their things and leave the auditorium, careful not to do anything to further piss their dungeon master off. You gulp as you watch him pace back and forth on the stage. “Eddie?” you whisper. He gestures for you to be quiet as he continues to ponder how he can express exactly how much you’ve tested his patience today.
Several minutes go by but they feel like forever. You keep your head down, only flicking your eyes up every so often to try and interpret Eddie’s facial expressions. “Y/n, come on up here, please,” he instructs with a monotone. You take a deep breath before standing and accepting your fate.
As you reach the stage, Eddie pulls out his 20-sided die. He rolls it across the table towards you with a quick flick of his wrist. “What does it say?” he asks without making eye contact. You reach for it, holding it up to read the number. “Seven?” you respond, confused. “You’re lucky,” he mumbles under his breath.
Eddie nods very slowly as he places his hand to his chin. Although it feels like he is deciding your fate, you cannot help but to smile at the sight of him. His curly brown hair, gliding over his shoulders. His hellfire shirt, rolled up to his elbows. “Come here,” he demands as he points to his end of the table. You walk over solemnly, unsure of what is to come.
“Pull down your pants,” Eddie says as he places some distance between you two. You shoot him a wide eyed expression, gesturing for him to look at your surroundings. “We’re in the auditorium,” you mutter. “Pull down your pants,” he repeats. You roll your eyes as you unbutton your jeans and slide them down to your ankles. With one of your legs, you reluctantly flick your pants over towards him. Knowing full well if he repeats himself for a third time that he will make you pay for it three times over.
Eddie slowly walks up to you. His hands quickly grasp onto your ass cheeks. He grips on so tightly that the muscle pours from his ringed fingers. A gasp escapes your lips as you watch him lean firmly against your body. “You have tried my patience too many times today, my darling,” he mumbles. His hand slowly raising up your stomach, between your breasts, and lightly onto your neck.
“I’m sorry,” you pout as you watch him with those doe eyes he loves so much. “It’s too late for that,” he hisses through his teeth. With a quick movement, he picks you up and places you atop the table. His other hand provides firm pressure onto your neck. He holds you down, pressed firmly against the table. You peer back at him, a devilish smirk paired with those innocent chocolate eyes.
“Stay,” Eddie demands. When he gets like this, you know it’s your place to just button up and stay quiet. You are no longer a being. You do not get a say. You are his play thing, and for him to enjoy in any way he pleases. Exactly where and who you want to be in this moment. He shimmies your panties down to your knees. You rest, exposed for him. Vulnerable to him.
Eddie abruptly grabs your dangling legs and props your ankles onto the table. Your legs wide for him, just for him. You rest your head against the table, looking up to the dimmed stage lights. All your senses focus simply on touch. Where will he start? Where will he touch you? What will he do to you?
Without saying a word, Eddie bites into your inner thigh. Another gasp escapes your lips as you instinctually raise to grip his soft curls. Your legs clench together, which Eddie must not have liked. He harshly places his cold hands against your inner thighs and pushes down until you are spread wide open for him again.
“Do not do that again,” Eddie instructs sternly against your inner thigh. You feel his breath as he speaks lowly against your sensitive skin. It leaves you shaking, feeling completely overstimulated with the smallest touch. You nod, as you firmly place your head against the table. He trails his tongue up your thigh, leaving shivers and electricity throughout your body. “I didn’t hear you,” he mumbles. With a gulp, you respond, “Yes, master.”
Eddie slowly brings his tongue to the delicate space where your leg meets your groin. He places a light kiss before indulging in another monstrous bite. The pain of his teeth digging across your skin leaves you heaving for breath, but it also makes your entire body hot and excited for more. The air intensifying the pain of the bite once he’s left behind that reddened, bruised spot. Your nipples harden as he sloppily licks closer to your lips.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he mumbles as he drags his tongue across your folds. You desperately try not to clench your legs as the sensation almost pulls you over the edge. You whimper as he laps his tongue lightly against your clit. “Hmm, you taste so good,” he moans against you. The vibrations of his low toned words feel incredible on your most sensitive bits.
Another wince lets out as his finger makes its appearance. Your waist jolts at the unexpected feeling, but you quickly try to keep yourself planted to the cold wooden table. Eddie smirks as he rubs a thumb against your thigh. “Good girl,” he murmurs before diving back into you.
With each tensed lick, you find yourself struggling to hold on. Struggling to keep your legs down, your hips, your head. You want to see Eddie. To see those beautiful eyes peer over you as he laps up your wet pussy. But this isn’t about you. This about him, taking whatever he wants from you. You are still trying to understand where your punishment will come into play.
Your body tenses as Eddie circles his tongue around your hole. “You going to cum for me, dirty girl?” he asks as he grips tightly against your thighs. He feverishly pulls you closer onto his mouth with a huge gesture of his muscles. “Yes, m-master,” you say as you whimper from his touch. He gradually dips his tongue within you. You suck in as much breath as you possibly can. So close you can barely stand it. But how can you communicate? When you’re only allotted the words “Yes, master” without consequence.
Eddie dives himself deep within you. His hardened tongue dragging in and out of you. His thumb softly flicking your bean as he extends deeper within. “I can feel how close you are, baby,” he mumbles against your folds. “You want to cum, don’t you?” he mutters as he lathers his two fingers with your slick. He slowly pushes himself within you. He curls the tips of his fingers to brush against those familiar bumps. “You’re so tight for me, baby. I can feel you tightening around my fingers,” he mumbles as he breathes in heavily.
Eddie’s eyes close as he shifts his focus towards the feeling of his fingers. Your eyes close as you hone into that frivolous pit in your stomach. The way your toes desperately want to curl. How your thighs want to collapse around him, squeezing him against you forever. How you have to split your attention in two by remaining still and enjoying this oncoming mind numbing orgasm. With just one more thrust of his fingers within you, you whimper, “Please can I cum, master?”
“No.”
Your eyes quickly shoot open. Your body so close to the edge, yet told you cannot jump into the pleasure below. Almost leaving you without a choice, Eddie quickly shifts his speed by slowing his thrusts. Slowing his rubbing of your clit. Almost as though he was starting all over again. His lips gently kiss upon your thigh. “That’s one,” he mumbles against your skin.
“No, fucking way,” you loudly express. Finally, you understand where his punishment begins. You are swiftly met with a light slap of your inner thigh. You gasp once again to the burning sensation on your leg, met with the hotness of the air meeting your new love mark.
Eddie places a sweet kiss upon the top of your knee as he leans between your legs. He rests on his hands beside your waist. His hips tight against yours. A sweet feeling of his denim against your groin. “Six more to go,” he whispers. That beautiful smile returns to his face. He gnaws on your knee, finally showing some kind of empathy for your pained pussy. As your clit throbs and your body aches, you slowly lift your head to make eye contact with Eddie Munson. With a huff, you lightly rest your head back and widen your thighs once more.
“Did I really annoy you that bad today?” you ask.
“Yes,” Eddie answers.
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the boy in the band is backstage after the show on ao3
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Pigs might as well start flying. The sun could rise in the west and set in the east. Everyone could start ageing backwards.
All those things would make more sense than Steve Harrington blowing him backstage at a gay bar.
summary: there’s nothing like falling for your weed dealer. you find yourself in an unexpected situation during your next meet with eddie.
warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, adult language; mention of drugs (weed), mention of mental health (anxiety), smut, oral (f receiving), grinding, groping, dry humping, etc.
word count: ~3k
• stories of eddie munson •
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“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Eddie yells in front of the cafeteria. You quickly turn your head to the sudden noise. The rest of the Hellfire boys begin to laugh and shush their king. You roll your eyes. You’ll never understand how someone could be so confident as to willingly draw all eyes toward them. Eddie was always an ambiguous creature. He struck curiosity within you. However, your anxiety would never let you explore a relationship with Eddie that didn’t consist of buying weed. One part of you wants to better understand his confidence, his ability to be loud and be heard amongst all people. The other feels a sense of envy.
You keep your eyes on Eddie as he laughs and makes another dramatic gesture. You scan his body. You always enjoyed his style. He wore things you could only dream of wearing. You always enjoyed the way his shirt raised and exposed the skin of his stomach. Pro tip: any movement of his shirt and you’ll spot a new tattoo. You love how he’s let his hair grow out. The brown, frizzy curls you idolized running your fingers through. Before you know it, you’re finally able to take in his face. His jaw line was something to die for. You hope his lips are as plump and soft as you have imagined. You make it to his eyes and realize that they’re looking right back at you. Before you could look away in extreme embarrassment, Eddie smiles. Another sight to see. He mouthes to you, “I’ll see you at 1:00p,” with a nod towards the back of the school.
You skip English class to get some goodies. It’s definitely a better use of your time. Life proves difficult when anxiety isn’t a welcomed discussion in your home. Next thing you know, your psychiatrist and pharmacist are now a third-time senior at your high school. The walk through the football field and forest remains familiar. You have completed this trek at least once weekly for the past 5 months, starting right after your 18th birthday.
Of course, Eddie had found a deserted area to conduct his business on campus. You have never once seen another soul on your way to him. You recognize the tightness in your chest as you walk towards the clearing in the trees. You try to take steady breaths, but they are impossible. You lay your eyes on Eddie playing with a strand of his hair. He looks perfect doing absolutely nothing as he sits on the picnic table.
“Hey Eddie. How are you?” you say with a small smile and hesitation in your voice. You join by awkwardly sitting next to him on the table. Eddie turns to look at you, a smile forming across his face. “Hey, y/n! Yeah, I’m alright. How about you?” he says with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. You laugh with a closed, tight smile. “I’m good, uh. Do you think I can get like a gram this week?” you say quietly and quickly. The question taking longer to leave your lips that you would have hoped. Eyes strictly to the floor as you spoke.
Eddie smiles and grabs a bag from his back pocket. While maintaining eye contact, he stands up. He bows towards you and extends his arm with the gram at the tip of his fingers. “Your wish is my command,” Eddie whispers. You smile and grab the baggie out of his hand. You place your twenty on his open palm.
At this point, you usually made a mad dash back to the field with a clear wave and yell of “Thank you!” in your exit. Before you have the opportunity to stand up, his hand slowly closes around your wrist. The comfort of his hand left you frozen in place. Not a bone in your body was intending to move. Your eyes surprisingly seeking his own, but he maintains his gaze on your hands.
“Y/n, I’m curious about you,” Eddie says while rubbing his thumb on the inside of your wrist. “We see each other almost every day, but I don’t think we’ve ever actually talked.” You look into his dark chocolate eyes, his eyebrows furrowing in genuine confusion. He slowly releases his gentle hold on you and beings to walk away. Your body aching for his touch, as if the distance was physically painful. “Also, I have no idea what to think when I catch you staring at me all the time,” Eddie looks back with a smirk.
You sigh, fully prepared to accept the unbelievably awkward consequences of this experience. “I’m not going to deny it. It’s pretty confusing for me too,” you say, quickly darting your eyes to the trees behind him. Eddie places his hand to his chin, his other hand wrapped around his torso. “See? I didn’t expect that answer from you,” he says with a smile. “Well, there’s no use in lying,” you say, placing your gram into your front pocket. As your eyes finally meet his, you could tell he was deep in thought. You recognize his eyes are observing different parts of your face and neck. You keep quiet as to not disrupt his thought process. “Y/n,” Eddie says as he takes a step towards you. “I’d like to know you more.”
You breathe heavily, unsure of what that might mean to him. You stand up and lean back onto the table, now feeling unsure of the situation. This was new territory for you. “What do you want to know, Eddie?” you ask softly. Eddie takes his jean vest off and neatly places it onto the table. With another step, he is finally close enough for you to grab him – if only you were capable of doing something like that. “I’m positive I’d like to know more,” he said. You nervously laugh aloud, partly due to that unbelievable statement and, also, the fact that that was the cheesiest line. “Oh really?” you chuckle. Eddie takes another step, finally closer than you would have ever hoped.
“I think I’d like to know what would happen if I just leaned down and kissed you,” Eddie says with a slight bend to his neck, peering down at you. Your cheeks immediately redden. Before you have the chance to overanalyze your next words, Eddie’s lips are on yours. His warm, gentle hands upon your cheeks. Shock runs through your body. The signals almost painful as they reach the tips of your limbs.
Then something shifted within you. You felt a burst of adrenaline rush through your chest. Suddenly, you are leaning into his kiss. You slowly trace your tongue along Eddie’s lips. His lips begin to part ever so slightly. Your arms circle his neck, pulling him closer. He lowers his hands down from your cheeks, tracing the tips of his fingers down your torso, and finally onto your waist. You feel a gush of strength pull your waist forward, closer to Eddie’s belt line.
You feel his hands travel underneath your shirt, exploring your lower back. The hands you expected to be cold, now confirmed to be as smooth and tender as you dreamed. As you continue to pull him closer, you feel his hands reaching towards your ass. You take small, rapid breaths between each embrace. Eddie’s tongue meeting yours with an increasing force. He grabs the back of your upper thighs, picking you up. You adjust your arms around his neck to better support yourself. He promptly drops you back down on the table, onto his vest. You let out a gasp.
You have imagined this moment, accepting that it would never be true. Eddie holds your waist so tight it almost hurts. You wrap your legs around him, bringing him closer. Finally, Eddie leans over you with his hands on your waist. His breath heavy against your lips. You can feel a bulge rub against your thigh. You moan, finally leaning away from your thoughts and into your instinct and needs. You begin to rock your hips back and forth against his waist.
Eddie begins to take sharp breaths, looking down at your hips and back at your eyes. There is a sudden hesitation in his touch now. “I’m sorry,” he said. “This doesn’t really happen,” he stumbled over his words, pushing a piece of his hair back from your face. You finally feel comfortable enough to give him a true smile. “You have nothing to apologize for,” you say while grabbing the back of his hair and pulling him into a deeper kiss.
Eddie begins to dig his hips into your own. You are so wet. You can’t stop thinking about the fact that he had to know. He moves his kisses from your lips, falling to your chin, and finally onto your neck. You moan into his ear, moving your hands from his hair to his upper back.
Eddie finally found his hands under your shirt again. He slowly crawls his hand to your nipple. You gasp as he places it between his two fingers and gives an abrupt squeeze. Your hands begin to lower to his hips, determined to feel him. You distinctly feel how hard his cock is. It was so evident through his jeans. You begin to rub the base of your palm against him, wanting nothing more than to touch him skin to skin. Eddie leans closer to you. You could feel his pick necklace hitting your upper chest with each grinding thrust.
“Eddie,” you say with an exasperated breath. “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep going. I won’t be able to stop.” He pulls his mouth to your ears, kissing closer to your cheek. “Do you want to stop, beautiful?” You laugh half-heartedly, “Fuck no.” You slowly lean up, using your arms as support and guiding Eddie with you. You drop from the table, keeping your eyes on him. You turn around, leaning your back onto his chest. Your chin held high, exposing your neck. You hold his hands back. His body feeling perfect against your skin. His hair brushing alongside your shoulders. Eddie releases a sharp breath that blows the hair past your face.
Both of you breathing heavily as you begin to unbutton your jeans and grind your ass further onto him. You slowly lean forward, creating distance between you both. You lean onto the table, almost resting fully on top of it. You slowly pull your jeans down, shimmying the waistband side to side. You reveal your panties. What an unexpected introduction to this part of yourself. You slowly move your hands back to the table, allowing Eddie to do the rest if he so chooses.
Eddie begins to tug on your jeans. He struggles between slowly bring them down and forcefully ripping them off. With grace, he pulls your jeans down in a swift motion. Euphoria rushes through you. You feel his hand on your lower back. Eddie pauses, almost to take in the sight of you bent over for him. “Fuck, y/n,” he says in shaky, quiet tone. He takes in a quick shot of air.
Suddenly, Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you up. He spins you around faster than you thought possible. He drops you onto the table and slowly got on his knees with eyes fixated on yours. You take shuttered breaths as he slowly lowers your panties and frees them from one of your legs.
Eddie takes one good look at you and inhales a shuttered breath. He licks lips and twists the rings on his fingers. His eyes strictly on his hands. You find comfort in his nervousness. He slowly places his thumb onto your clit, softly beginning a circular motion. You breathe heavily, never having someone explore your clit before. His breathing became heavier the more he felt you. He squeezes your naked thigh. “You’re so damn wet, baby,” Eddie says in an almost disbelief.
With more circles, you catch yourself leaning further back onto the table. Your bare ass laying on his jacket. It’s rough, slightly uncomfortable texture providing an additional sensation to the experience. As you laid back onto your elbows with eyes closed, completely vulnerable, Eddie adjusts his hand and begins to circle your entrance with one of his fingers. With every new movement, he watches your expression to ensure that you are enjoying yourself and he did not go past what you’re comfortable with.
You continue to let out low moans. Your thighs continue to close, wrapping around him. Eddie whispers, “God damnit, you’re so tight.” You let out a whimper and try your best to keep your thighs down so you could feel everything. Eddie begins to kiss your inner thighs. It becomes harder and harder to stay quiet - as if anyone would be walking around in these woods anyway.
Eddie notices the shift in your body language: the movement in your hips, the way your hands brush through your hair. “I want you,” he says with a squeeze of your upper thighs. “Please,” escapes his lips. You whine as your clit aches for his tongue. “Eddie,” you whisper as you gently push his head down.
Eddie’s kisses get closer to your pussy. You’re dying under the pressure from your clit. You need him. You need all of him. His hands grip your thighs and pull you closer to him. His lips finally clasp around your clit. You let out a moan, increasing your volume. His tongue lightly flicks your bean. You continue to be impressed by how gentle he really is, as though you initially perceived him to be rough. Two fingers begin to circle your opening now, slowly pressing in. Your hands now tangled in and tugging on your hair. You need him. You desperately need him inside of you.
Eddie quickens the flicks of his tongue, while pushing his fingers deeper. You slam your thighs together as his fingers curl within you. You feel a sensation you’ve never felt before. A sensation you couldn’t possible achieve on your own. Eddie begins to suck on your clit, driving you mad. Your hand now deep within his brown locks. Fingers gripping his curls at the root. Eddie slowly thrusts his fingers within you, all while sucking your clit and maintaining a consistent rhythm. You feel a tightness in your stomach. You feel your toes begin to curl...
“Oh, Eddie. Please don’t stop,” your grip on his hair tightens. Eddie feverishly sucks and lightly nibbles on your clit. His fingers pressing in and out with quick motions. His other fingers circling your nipple. Your breathing begins to quicken. Your body begins to tremble and becomes overwhelmed with any new affections. Eddie thrusts deeper into you, harder now, continuing to curl inside of you. His breathing heavies as he increases his speed. He watches with adoring eyes and a gaping mouth his fingers disappear within you.
“Eddie, I-I,” you’re unable to complete your thought, so overwhelmed with a rush of pleasure. “Cum baby, I want it. In my mouth. Please,” Eddie says with a smile. His eyes fixated on you, determined to see your face as you cum for him. He quickly returns to his rhythm, leaving you weak. The quick thrusts of his fingers and tongue lapping of your clit leave you with a strong rush of release. You quickly clasp your hand around your mouth, never allowing yourself to be too loud. Although, a moan loud enough for you both to enjoy escapes from your lips. Your other hand deep within his beautiful hair. Your thighs tight against his ears, leaving him little to no air.
Eddie moans alongside you, enjoying your muscles tighten around his fingers. His unoccupied hand pulling one of your thighs closer to him. His body stiff against your body. Without hesitation, Eddie begins to lick away all of your release, taking his time. He slowly pulls away from your throbbing pussy. He begins to kiss your thighs again. You find yourself thankful as you are so close to being overstimulated. Never wanting his touch to become painful. As your back flattens against the table, you feel Eddie’s hand traveling up your stomach; still wet from you.
“Y/n?” Eddie said in an almost whisper as he began to stand up. You look down towards his face with such exhaustion, as if you had just woken from a nap. It was enough to make him chuckle. You could see your release glistening from his shaven chin. You shoot up and kiss his chin, leading your kisses towards his beautiful thick lips. “Eddie,” you pull away while shaking your head, “that was-” “Amazing?” he interrupts with a nervous laughter. You quickly nod, releasing a quick breath. Eddie smiles. He pushes back a strand of your hair before landing his hand perfectly onto your cheek. “Are you going to be okay for the rest of the day?” Eddie says. You giggle. “I may need a new pair of panties, but I think I’ll manage.” Eddie laughs alongside you. “I think I know what you mean. I can feel all this pre-cum.”
You smile and place your hand onto his chest. “Well let’s at least make it worth it,” you say softly. Your other hand reaches down to the tops of his thighs, feeling a rock-hard cock pressing tightly against his jeans. That oughta hurt, you think. A smile comes across your face as you revel in how girthy his cock feels. You let out a breath, desperately wanting his cock in your mouth.
As you trace your fingers to his belt buckle, Eddie stops your wandering hands. You look at him with clear confusion on your face. Eddie takes a good look at your expression and laughs to himself, such a devious laugh. He slowly shakes his head “no,” with a smirk on his face. He leans in for the softest kiss you have ever experienced before, while helping you put your panties back on. He then reaches down for your pants. Reluctantly, you follow Eddie’s lead as he supports your balance when you put your jeans back on, one leg at a time. With a furrow to your brow, Eddie smiles to himself again.
“Don’t worry, I’ll see you again next week.”
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summary: nothing beats your first day at hawkins high. you meet your guide, munson, along the journey
warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, adult language; fluff comfort, bullying, reader nicknamed "j," heavy petting, fist fight, pb&j?, slight eddie dom, disgusting cafeteria food, peer pressure, etc.
word count: ~2.8k
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• the banished ones • part one •
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It’s your first day at Hawkins High. Why your family decided to move out of Chicago and into some random ass town in Indiana, you’ll never know. Let alone that they moved the summer before your senior year. Well there goes all those happy senior memories you have with your friends before graduating and never speaking with them again.
You walk through the halls of your new found school. The first thing you notice is the entire student body wearing a collection of bland colors, as if no one’s wardrobe had been updated in the past five years. You stuck out like a sore thumb - not only as the new kid, but now as a highlighter standing amongst all the pale colors.
A sigh escapes you as you accept the daunting fact that this is going to be a shit year and an even shittier couple of weeks. You continue to walk through the halls, searching for your locker. As you walk, you catch the eyes of many strangers. You watch as they makes side comments to their peers. They were always just out of earshot. Suddenly, you bump into someone.
"Dude, watch it!” the blonde boy yells, pushing you away aggressively. You look towards him in disgust. He seemed a bit too young to be the asshole of the school, yet here he is - making a scene in front of everyone. His entire crew hyping him up as they hide behind his back. “It was obviously an accident. Calm the fuck down,” you say, rolling your eyes.
As you begin to walk away from the interaction, the boy grabs onto the back of your shirt. “What the hell are you wearing?” he spits out. “You look like a lit up clydesdale!” His band of idiots laugh alongside him. You stare back at him. “And what the fuck are you supposed to look like?” you say with a monotone. The laughing quickly stopped.
The boy walks closer to you. You keep your stance tall and strong. You have dealt with pricks like him before. He gets closer to your face and grips onto the front of your shirt. You raise your chin and look down towards him. He says in a whisper, “Don’t ever fucking talk to me like that again, bitch. Watch your bitch ass.”
He loosens the grip on your shirt suddenly. You brush off the wrinkles he left behind. He walks off with his rag tag team of douches. You instinctually say under your breath, “Bite me.” And yet, this boy must have supersonic hearing because here he is throwing a punch.
His fist slammed into your jaw. His movement was too unexpected that you weren’t prepared to defend yourself. Your body follows along with the inertia of the punch. Your tongue immediately runs over your teeth, insuring that they were all still intact. You raise your arms up to protect your head, just in case he tried to swing again when you were down.
Before you knew it, you heard a sarcastic, condescending tone appear within the hallway. A voice you have yet to hear. “What the fuck are you doing, Jason?” the stranger says. “Get the fuck out of here, Munson,” the boy retorts. He shifts his feet towards the stranger, as opposed to you. “Unless, you’d like one too?” The stranger gave off a laugh. “You’ve made your point. We get it - you’re cool, don’t mess with you, you’re rich, don’t touch me with your poor hands, blah blah blah,” the man says sarcastically. You slowly place some distance between the boy and yourself. Your arms begin to lower and your torso begins to raise.
You watch as the boy, Jason you’ve learned, is face to face with this stranger, Munson. You assume to show off some kind of bullshit high school dominance. You look towards the stranger but couldn’t see much with how close together they are. You could only see brown curly locks, frizzed to the sky. You note that he was wearing a white shirt with black sleeves. There was a red icon in the middle that you could not discern. At least his taste in fashion is interesting.
“Back the fuck up, boy,” Munson demands sternly and slowly. You continue to watch, alongside everyone else in the hallway. Your mind is so focused on what is going on in front of you that you barely feel the pain emanating from your jaw. Jason grinds his teeth, but backs off. Surprising, you think to yourself.
The bell begins to ring an obnoxious, high-pitched sound that almost makes you cover your ears. Jason walks through Munson, hitting his shoulder as he passes. Munson takes the hit, falling a few steps back. All you care about is that you can finally are able to look at his face.
Munson’s eyes are something of your dreams. His deep brown irises, somehow both hardened and soft. They resemble chocolate and happiness. His pale skin looked beautiful against his thick, long, dark hair and pink lips. You notice his fingers are full of rings. The top of his forearm inked with bats.
Those eyes you’ve been staring at suddenly peer back at you. You weren’t at all prepared to make eye contact. He starts to walk your way. “Hey, you okay?” he asks with sincerity. “Yeah, I’m fine.” As you speak aloud, a wave of pain shoots through your lower cheek. You wince, reaching your hand to your jaw. “You sure?” he laughs as he asks. You grin and nod your head, “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before. I’ll be okay.”
Munson puts his hand to your shoulder, gripping onto it. It almost hurt, but his eyes are fixed down the hallway. “I’m glad to hear it. I’ll find you around at lunch.” His eyes return to yours. He looks you up and down in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. “That really is a lot of really bright colors, dude.” He pats your shoulder once more, shaking his head with a laugh, and walks away.
You take a deep breath. What a way to start the day, you think to yourself. You move your jaw, making sure nothing is actually damaged. It’s definitely going to hurt like hell for a bit, but it’s something you know you can bear. If you even thought of leaving now, that asshole will think he actually did something here.
Fortunately, it appears this school isn’t all bad. You got to meet this incredibly, handsome boy. You were saved by him. Although truthfully know that if he didn’t show, that Jason kid would be knocked on the floor so hard he’d be crying for his mom. Still, it was nice to be “saved” for once.
You reach into your back pocket and pull out the crumpled school schedule that the front office gave you. “Okay, so English first,” you whisper to yourself. “Room 103.” You look towards the classrooms within the hallway. They’re all littered within the 100s. You start following the hall until you reach 103.
Opening the door, you are immediately faced with the teacher and all the students in their chosen desks. One desk in the front remains unoccupied. You turn your wrist to read your watch. You note that it was barely 8:05am. What the hell? No one’s ever fucking late here?
You awkwardly raise your hand to wave, “Hello.” The teacher looks your way and waves you in. Before you are able to take a seat, the teacher squeals in that upsetting, cheerful tone, “You need to introduce yourself first! What’s your name?” You stop as though you were a deer caught in headlights. You look back at her, half of your backpack laying on the desk. One of its’ handles still wrapped around your shoulder.
“Um, my name is y/n, but people call me J.” You continue to settle into your desk, but slow down as the teacher walks towards you. She gets excited, asking, “Why do they call you J?” You can’t help the rolling of your eyes. “They just do.” The teacher clears her throat as she rifles up her excitement once again. “And ... where are you from?”
You thin your lips, expressing annoyance throughout your face. You hear snickering from the back row. “I am from Chicago,” you say emotionless. “And why did you move to Hawkins?” The teacher asks, making her voice as exciting as possible to grasp the attention of your fellow classmates. You deadpan, watching her attempts. “Because my family moved here,” you say. She smiles and claps her hands together. “Wonderful! Nice to meet you, J. My name is Miss Barry! Today, we are going to discuss ....” She continues to speak, but you are too busy disassociating and waiting for the moment when you can go home.
You endured three different classes before you were able to get to your lunch break. You sat through two additional introductions to the class. One teacher had you stand up in front of the class as he sat down and watched. Hawkins High is proving to be more irritating than you could have possibly imagined.
You think back to that one girl in AP Chemistry. You were so thankful for her. She was way too busy being a “know-it-all,” answering all the questions, that the teacher didn’t have the time to randomly call on you.
After 5 minutes of searching once class had ended, you are at your locker. You open it, finally being able to unload all the books you had been tirelessly carrying. You close your locker and sling your backpack over your shoulder. You unintentionally let out a sigh as you find comfort in your backpack again.
On your voyage to find the cafeteria, you notice someone wearing a white shirt and black sleeves in the hall. You then realize the younglings behind them were also wearing it. You make it a point to analyze the shirt’s icon this time. You see a red devil with yellow ears and large horns. There’s a sword on fire and some spiked thing floating about. You see dice, but they are in a shape that you do not recognize.
You read quietly, “Hellfire Club.” The font chosen seems close to the covers of the cassettes your dad likes to play for you and your sister. Your subconscious demands your body to follow this group. You nonchalantly overhear them discussing a “campaign” that a certain “Todd” created. They were going to start it sometime this week. You note that they seem extremely excited.
You walk through a set of double doors into a bustling cafeteria. Your hearing is overwhelmed by the many conversations occurring. You take a look at all the tables and the kids sitting in them. You see the line for the food. It is pretty long for some disgusting food. You see the cafeteria lady slopping some meat substance onto kids’ burger buns. She has no emotion within her face whatsoever. You shutter, disgusted by the food.
You begin to imagine how long that meat substance has been out. You try to guess what kind of meat is in it by its looks but you had absolutely no clue. This made you even more disgusted. You are pulled from your train of thoughts when you hear a loud, obnoxious laugh from an entire table at the other end of the room. You recognize the white and black shirts, somehow now a beacon of light in this cruel world. You notice that they are all wearing the same shirt as though it was a uniform. No originality, you make note.
You see a sudden movement from the table. Munson creates exaggerated, huge gestures to tell you to walk his way. He had spotted your clueless ass. He sits in the middle of a table with two other boys at his side. You follow his lead with a loss of appetite. The laughing begins to increase in volume. As you approach, you see Munson stand up suddenly and slam the table three times. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” he yells. The group becomes silent. You watch with wide eyes, unsure of what the hell was going on.
“Hey guys,” he says gently. “This is my friend...” He stops with his hand extended towards you. He slowly turns your way. He whispers to you, leaning closer into your space. “Aye, what’s your name?” You whisper back, “It’s y/n, but friends call me J.”
Munson clears his throat as he nods. “This is my friend, J! He’s going to be joining us. Welcome my new friend, boys!” The group abruptly began a cheer with laughter. The man at the head of the table providing you with a firm welcomed shake. You oblige, still completely confused.
Munson sits back down. He leans into the ear of the boy next to him. He shifts closer to the end of the bench without complaint or hesitation. The group naturally begins their own individual conversations. Munson pats the newly unoccupied bench seat beside him. You slowly walk over and take the seat.
Pulling out your water bottle, you place your backpack in between your feet. He continues to observe you, in a way that your very aware of your own movements. “No food?” Munson says, with some crumbles tumbling out of his mouth. He attempts to catch what is dropped, but he is not fast enough. “No, I don’t know how I feel about the caf food,” you say unsurely.
Munson follows your eye line towards the cafeteria line and lady. “Ooo, yeah. That’s a good call. Sometimes Miss Margery over there can be a hit or miss. And you don’t want to deal with a miss on your first day,” he says with disgust.
You nod, agreeing with him nervously. You take a sip of your water. Munson watches you as you do. “Hey, have some of my food. My uncle Wayne makes the best PB&J’s. He adds fluff to it.” He says, handing you the other half of his sandwich. “No, no, its okay. I don’t want to take your food,” you say, putting your hands up. “I appreciate the offer.”
Munson’s eyebrow raises in suspicion. Almost as though he was offended by you denying his offer. “Do you even know what ‘fluff’ is?” You smile, confused by the intensity of his question. “Not really, but that’s not why I won’t take your food,” you answer with a laugh. “Try it,” he says sternly. Your eyebrows furrow. You’re confused why this man is trying to make you eat his fluff. “Common, try it,” he says again, lifting the sandwich closer to your hands.
“Okay, okay,” you say, holding the sandwich. His deadpanned face immediately switching to a huge smile as he claps his hands together to get rid of his crumbs. His smile almost makes this entire awkward interaction worth it. A smile so big that it resonates throughout his face. It is something you find yourself wanting to see for the rest of your life.
“Why do you want me to have this fluff so bad?” you ask. Munson turns towards you. “Because no one denies the fluff,” he says without affect. You look at him, even more confused. You keep your eyes on him as you take a bite. His excited eyes just watching you.
The taste of jelly rushes your mouth. You taste the crunch from the peanut butter. Then, you taste some marshmallow? But somehow this marshmallow, peanut butter, and jelly comes together to make an unexpected delicious combination of taste. Your eyes grow wide. With your mouth still full, you mutter, “What the hell?” Munson laughs, getting more excited. “It’s good, huh?” You nod slowly, still expressing confusion with a hint of wonder.
As you take your final bite, the man leading the table slams his hands down and stands up slowly. You jump at the sound. Why does this club like to slam their hands down so much? “Alright, boys. As you know, our next campaign starts on Friday. It’s called, drum roll please,” he says as he nods towards the two sitting closest to him. They immediately drum roll their hands against the table’s surface. “‘The Ruins of the Demon’s Stronghold,’” he announces with a loud booming voice. All the boys at the table began to snicker and express excitement.
Munson is gripping onto his friend’s shoulders and shaking him wildly. You look around at everyone’s reaction, unsure of what they are talking about. Suddenly, you hear, “Munson, you are J’s guide. You are to help him in his first campaign.” You turn towards Munson. “Wait what?” Without responding, Munson stands and nods his head. “I will make sure he is ready, Todd.” He and Todd sit down slowly.
Todd’s demeanor quickly changes. In a higher pitched tone, he says, “I’m so excited for you guys to hear the storyline! I think I really nailed it for my last year.” The boys sitting across from him responded and snickered in encouragement and excitement. You, again, turn towards Munson. “Can you explain what the hell is going on?” He smiles, “You just joined the Hellfire Club.”
You shake your head, “Woah, woah woah. What the hell is the Hellfire Club?” Munson grins, placing a hand on top of your thigh. You look down at his hand in shock and back at him. “It’s the best thing that has ever happened to you,” he says softly. He gives your thigh a squeeze, despite having his eyes completely fixed on you. His confidence is astounding. You feel a bit of white heat flood down to your stomach.
And just like that, the bell rung its annoying alarm again. You immediately place your bottle back into your backpack. His hand now removed from your thigh. As you raise your eyes towards Munson, “I’ll meet you at the auditorium at 6. I should have your shirt by then,” he says with a smile as he steps out of the table bench. “What shirt?” you say, but Munson was already gone. You turn towards the others, but they are deep in conversation with each other or packing up their food.
You stand up and place your arms through your backpack. You step away from the bench, digging into your back pocket for another look at your schedule. You read that math, AP history, and science will be your last classes of the day. Then you can finally go home ... just to come back and meet Munson.
You shake your head, completely confused as to what had just happened. How did you join a club without even knowing it? Do guys normally grab onto another dude’s thigh in Hawkin’s? And how do you get him to do that again? You shake your head and sigh as you make your way down the hall to your next class.
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series summary: reader is exploring her relationship with mr. munson, and, in turn, better understanding herself.
warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, adult language; canon divergence, series spoilers ahead; smut heavy series with a whittle plot, oral (m&reader receiving), pet names, continuous sub and dom roles being switched, choking, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, delayed gratification, bondage, p in v, shower time (the best time), (semi)public sex, etc.
mental health warnings: drugs, alcohol, toxic family dynamics, brief insinuations of suicidal ideation, derogatory use of the word "bitch"
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summary: you wish you could turn back time, live without regret. but why go back when you can leave him wanting more this time?
warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, adult language; mental health discussed (anxiety), mention of dwugs (the weed), fluffiness, heavy petting, hickeys, teasing, vivid imagination, pitching of a tent in one’s pants, etc.
word count: ~2.7k
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Any minute, any second where you let your mind wander, you’re brought back to that table in the woods. To the feel of his hands around your waist. To the unforgettable moans you made together. To the feel of his pick lightly dragging across your sternum with each of his thrusts. If you let yourself think too much longer, you begin to ponder about everything you weren’t able to do. You weren’t able to lean over his body and kiss him until you both were lightheaded. You weren’t able to kiss his jawline, something that you desperately want to do. You weren’t able to see him, in all his glory. However, this is around the time where your thoughts take a turn for the worst. You remember how you left him that day...
As soon as you lifted your pants to your waist, your eyes were on him. “Don’t worry, you’ll see me next week,” Eddie says with a smile. You let out a nervous laugh. You look towards Eddie to guide you out of this encounter, but he seems to be just as unsure. However, he holds that beautiful smile so effortlessly. “I guess, I’ll get going now,” you say as you straighten out your shirt. You give him an awkward, quick smile before you begin to walk towards the field.
You get a few steps in and turn around for your usual wave and show of gratitude. “Thank ... you,” you slowly say, realizing that he may misinterpret that thank you. Did you just thank him for eating you out?! Your eyes widen and your face expressing disgust. Eddie chuckles to himself, completely enamored with you. Somehow his smile got wider. “You’re welcome, beautiful,” he says with a bow. You try to laugh at yourself, but it is incredibly forced. You walk away, at a healthy speed, hell bent in getting the fuck out of there.
It always leaves you wondering: where was the girl that bent over on that table for Eddie? It was almost as though she disappeared right as he stopped you from going further. As if that sudden halt popped you right back into reality. It’s been six excruciatingly long days since you felt his body. Since you were able to be the girl you wished you could be. The girl who deserves someone as undoubtedly beautiful as Eddie Munson.
Getting yourself to school is becoming more of a chore than ever before. Now, you get to watch Eddie from afar. Knowing how great he can make you feel. How he somehow knew exactly where to touch you to make you moan and cum for him in ways you didn’t know possible. In those six days, you have only been able to make eye contact with him twice.
The first time your eyes connected after the “picnic table” experience was during history class. Eddie always sat by the windows. His eyes scanning what’s going on outside. You assume he enjoys the escape from the boring lectures and repeated warnings about submitting assignments late. Luckily for you, you managed to get the seat diagonally behind him, a few rows down. The perfect spot for you to enjoy your escape from those same troubles. The ultimate view of his long hair resting messily against his patched jean jacket. His shirt rising, exposing his low back and thick black belt. His legs bouncing. His hand twisting the pick around his chain. There is a certain calming energy that you receive from him. You feel joy, excitement, hope; above all, you feel safe.
“Y/n, are you done day dreaming or can you go ahead and read paragraph two, page seventy-one?” the teacher yelled across the room in a condescending tone. Your vision darts to the teacher with annoyance. You slightly roll your eyes and direct yourself to the reading. You hate reading aloud to the class. You take in a deep breath and follow the teacher’s bullshit instructions. When you’re done, you look towards the asshole teaching for the class’ next steps.
As the teacher picks on another student, you find your eyes wandering towards Eddie again. You lock eyes. He’s been the one watching you this time. He gives you a quick smile as his eyes scan over you slowly. You attempt to make an effort to smile, but find that you were already smiling. He slowly pulls his eyes away from you and back toward the window. You could still see the side of his smile. You could hear you heart beat through your ears. It was hard to get a steady breath.
The second time you made eye contact with him, you were both eating in the cafeteria. Eddie was loud as ever with his friends. You watch, curious as to what they could possibly be talking about. What would invoke such loud reactions within them? You found yourself smiling any time you heard his laughter. It was such a sweet, melodic, yet childish, laugh. You saw the way he made sure that every one was included within his Hellfire crew. It really seemed as though grades, seniority, age, all that high school bullshit did not matter. You always wished you could find a group of friends that valued each individual, as opposed to focusing on that social crap. You felt comfort knowing that Eddie was able to have that connection with others, even if you never will.
A boy, seeming to be a freshman, suddenly dropped his tray near you. A girl sitting behind you screamed. The once bustling cafeteria now abundantly quiet. With a crescendo, the cafeteria began to laugh at the boy who was quickly picking his food off the floor. The girl’s surprising scream pierced right through your heart. Your breathing increased, adrenaline beginning to pump. You began to feel lightheaded. You looked out to the crowd, seeing others pointing and laughing.
Everyone’s eyes were on this boy, except for Eddie. His eyes were fixed on you. You tried to maintain eye contact but it was difficult given the sudden onset of panic. Worry became clear upon his face. He stood up from his seat to keep his eyes on you, while the cafeteria returns to its chaos. The tightness in your chest started to become overwhelming. You had to close your eyes and focus solely on your breathing. Breathe in ... Breathe out, you thought.
By the time your breathing slowed and you opened your eyes, Eddie was sitting across from you. “Fuck,” you said under your breath. “You move quick,” you breathlessly laugh. “I try to,” he replied with a smirk. He quickly shifted his demeanor, eyebrows raised with worry. His eyes looking for something within yours. As if he would be able to know how you were feeling just by staring into your eyes. “Are you alright?” Eddie spoke softly. You smile, putting your hand to your chin, thumb hooked under your jaw. “Yes, I’m alright. Thank you for checking.” You appreciated that he knew something was wrong without you having to say a word. His worried expression, slowly turned to one of joy and pleasure. “Why are you smiling?” Eddie chuckled.
That feeling began to whoosh over you - the confidence of the girl in the woods. “You just make me smile,” you said, lifting your eyes from the table up to his. Eddie reacted as though something cold blew right through him. It was clear that your eyes must do something for him. He quickly began to twist his ring around his finger. He bit his lip and stood up. His quick movements were jarring. “Tomorrow at 1:00, right?” You nodded, unsure of what had just changed. He nodded back and walked right past his Hellfire table. His body tensed. They also looked puzzled as he did not make eye contact with any of them. You watched him, confused as to what had just occurred. Eddie promptly walked towards the restrooms.
You look at yourself in the mirror. You try not to overthink the next 15-minutes. It’s almost time to take your walk through the field. You try to keep breathing. Your eyes locked on. “It’s going to be okay,” you say. “You’re wearing your black, lace panties. You’re groomed. You’re going to see him again.” You see the smile grow on your own face. “You get to touch him again. You’re ready.” You take one last deep breath, and you’re on your way.
You are finally at the clearing. You see him sitting on top of the table, his feet resting on the bench. His elbows rest on his thighs. You see him spinning his rings again, eyes fixed to the ground. “Eddie?” you ask. He looks up at you, a visible change in his face and body language once he meets your eyes. Eddie smiles, “Y/n, long time no see, beautiful.” You giggle, “You’re a dork.” Eddie tilts his head, an eyebrow raised, “No shit.” You join him in sitting on the table, keeping some distance.
“How was your week?” you ask, in an attempt to fill the silence. Eddie turns towards you, “It’s better now.” You place a hand on his thigh gently and shift your body towards his classic Hellfire shirt. He looks down at your hand and back at you. You muster the courage to say, “I have to admit something.” His eyebrows raising, worried of what you might say next. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since, um, since ... uh, well you know!” Your words fail you and you break your eye contact. A wave of red hot embarrassment rushing through you. Eddie begins to blush and hide behind his hair. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear you say that.”
Eddie smiles and gently places his hand on your cheek, bringing your eyes back towards his. He bites his lip. You watch his eyes shift as he takes pleasure in looking at you. Finally, his eyes meet yours. Eddie whispers, “There’s something here, right?” You try to speak, but your breath is gone. Your mouth gapes open. Your eyes wide. You feel your heart float into your throat. It’s as light as a feather. He must feel it too. Before your breath returns, Eddie scoffs, "Maybe it’s just me.” He slowly attempts to drop his hand. You quickly place your hand on his, keeping it cupped to your cheek. “It is not just you, I promise.”
A huge smile falls upon Eddie’s face. His eyes begin to squint with how high his cheeks rose from his smile. You can’t help but smile alongside him. Not only do you find him unbelievably sexy, you find him down right adorable. “Let’s meet. Tonight? I can pick you up after I lead us to through the next part of the campaign,” Eddie starts to speak so quickly. He jumps up from the table, so suddenly that it shocks you. He seems excited, you take note. “Please,” he says, grabbing hold of your hands. You scoff, gripping his hands tightly. “Of course, dork. I’ll see you then?”
Eddie bit his lip, realizing he wasn’t ready for you to go. “Yeah, but first, do you want some goodies?” He nervously laughs and reaches into his jean jacket’s pocket for what you assume would be another gram. His shirt rising to reveal the smallest peak at his happy trail. You laugh, a true laugh. Not worrying if you sounded stupid or goofy. You were finally living in the moment, with him.
“How much you got?” you say. He smirks and says smoothly, “More than you can handle, baby.” You stand up, putting your hands around his waist. His body initially tenses, as if you caught him by surprise. It relaxes as you pull him closer to you. “I think I got it, Eddie,” you say in a loud whisper. Eddie’s smile grows larger. “Now, give me those goodies,” you say as you lean up to his lips. You give him a gentle peck. You pull back, leaving your mouths a few inches away from reach. You look up to him, just to see his eyes watching your every move.
You press your lips into his. Eddie’s hand is gripping the back of your hair. His soft lips hard against yours. You are no longer phased by the quick of his movements. Your hands travel underneath his shirt. He leads you backwards to the closest tree. Both of your feet shuffling, trying not to trip over the roots. Eddie pins you against the rough bark, moving his lips towards your cheeks, and down to your neck. You grab the back of his hair. You love how curly and soft it wraps around your fingers. You start to feel his teeth, nibbling at your neck. His mouth surrounding this spot and beginning to suck. “Oh, fuck, Eddie,” you whisper. He’s leaving his mark on you. Your arms tighten, bringing him closer to you. Your head laying against the tree. Your eyes opening and closing with each deep breath. You begin to feel that all too familiar bulge in his pants. You reach down and begin to palm his cock.
Eddie must have been caught off guard because he quickly lifts his head from your neck and lets out a deep moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers. He tries to breathe deeply, as if he’s attempting to slow his heart beat. His eyes shut tight. You lighten your pressure onto his inner thigh, carefully watching his body language. You press your hand against him with a faster beat. His breathing quickens against your neck. You see his mouth slowly opening, quiet groans escaping his lips. His hand now plastered against the bark. You hear an occasional smack against the tree as he struggles to keep his cool.
You have him. You’re in control now. You lean up to his ear and whisper, “Louder, Eddie.” He gives an audible sigh, as you deepen your pressure. You begin to kiss his neck, small pecks, leaving cool breaths as you pull away each time. You start to lean in, baring your own teeth onto his skin. Eddie starts to lose his internal battle. His moans louder, more consistent. Each moan leaving your knees weak. You struggle to stay in control. His cock getting harder and harder with each push of your hand.
Oh, there comes that feeling again. The need to see him, in all his glory. You close your eyes, imagining what that might look like, maintaining your rhythm. A girthy, long cock resting against his stomach. The feel of him inside of you. The sounds he might make once he is inside. Him slowly thrusting, your bodies slapping against each other. The moans you would both make, cumming together. You needed him inside of you ... but not here.
Eddie notices the slowing of your pulsating rhythm on his pants. His eyes gradually opening. “Y/n?” he says. “You-you okay?” You giggle as you recover from your thoughts, “Yes, why?” Eddie smirks, confused with eyebrows furrowing together. “It feels like you were going to stop doing that thing that you were doing down there,” Eddie says with a raised eyebrow and pointing his finger towards his waist. “Oh, right. Yeah, I figured I would just stop,” you say tauntingly. A loud scoff rang through both of your ears. “You figured you’d stop,” he repeated slowly in disbelief. “Yeah, so you have something to look forward to tonight.”
Eddie laughs, his face slightly shocked but definitely impressed. He presses his tongue to his cheek as he lowers his hands from you. He steps away from the tree, but eyes continuing to watch you. You shine a bright, confident smile his way. “I’ll see you then?” you say softly, grabbing his hand and giving a squeeze. He squeezes your hand back, biting his lip hard with a tent excruciatingly pitched in his pants. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that tonight,” he chuckles. You leave, comforted in knowing that both of you will be walking away with marks on your necks.
“I’m counting on it.”
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