Ruin Me (part 3)
wc: 4k || rating: E || story summary: Steve shows up on Eddie’s doorstep with an offer he can’t refuse || chapter summary: Eddie lays out ground rules and tells Steve exactly how he’s going to ruin him. || tags: omegaverse, alpha!Eddie Munson, omega!Steve Harrington, intersex omegas, explicit content (see ao3 for full tags) || posted in full on ao3
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Previously…
“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.”
Harrington’s eyes widened at Eddie’s words, his breath shuddering, and in the space of the quietude between them as they stared at each other, another peal of thunder shook the walls of the trailer.
Eddie licked his lips, a small thrill going through him at the way Harrington’s eyes followed the movement, and quirked his lips up into a smile.
“C’mon, Harrington. Let’s get you out of those wet things, shall we?”
“Steve.”
Eddie blinked. “What.”
“Steve. If we’re doing this, call me ‘Steve,’ Eddie,” Harrington said pointedly. “I’m not going to fuck someone who calls me by my last name in bed,” he complained with another little nose wrinkle of annoyance.
Eddie tried not to find it cute.
“Steve, then,” he snorted, and he hoped it didn’t sound fond. He was going for annoyed, put upon, anything other than soft. “C’mon, Steve. I’m curious about this magic pussy I’ve heard so much about.”
Harri—Steve flushed at that, rolling his eyes again, but let Eddie tug at his arm to lead him back towards the single bedroom. “You know, you’re not as cute as you think you are,” he muttered, causing Eddie to grin.
“You know I’m adorable,” he teased, flashing his pearly whites over his shoulder at the other boy, causing H—Steve to look away quickly as though embarrassed. He tightened his fingers around Eddie’s when he slid his hand from Steve’s wrist to his palm, trying to portray a confidence he didn’t really know if he was feeling at the moment.
This was Steve Harrington he was leading to his bedroom. To have sex. To fuck his no doubt tight little virgin cunt and knot him and absolutely ruin him for any alpha wanting to take his alleged purity.
Eddie didn’t really care much for the whole concept of ‘virginity’ of course, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he got a little thrill at the thought of taking Harrington’s. Steve’s. Whatever.
Following Eddie into his bedroom, Steve didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was looking around and taking everything in. Well, everything except the bed. He very studiously avoided looking at that, which Eddie thought was amusing. He was about to be splayed out on it, legs spread and pussy filled, just like he asked for. Or, rather, demanded.
“You on birth control, pretty boy?” Eddie asked, letting go of Steve’s hand to shut the door behind them. They might be alone in the trailer, but one could never be too careful. “I’ve got the morning-after pill if you need it too.”
Steve's flush deepened. “I…no, I’m not,” he mumbled. “I’ve never needed it, and my parents would never agree to put me on it. Said it encourages deviant behavior.”
Eddie grinned, moving to take the towel still draped over Steve’s shoulder and tossing it beside the bed. They could use it later for cleanup. “Well, sweetheart, if you ever need some, you know where to get it now. Since I’m about to be balls deep inside you, I’ll even give you a discount,” he winked.
Steve rolled his eyes with another small grimace. “Are you always this vulgar?”
“Depends on who you ask.” Eddie’s eyes skimmed over Steve’s body. He could feel the flare of interest igniting in his gut now that the decision to do this had been made. “Now take your clothes off, precious, and tell me your limits.”
Steve had started to comply, seemingly eager enough to pull his damp clothing off, but he paused for a moment with a frown, shirt halfway off. “Limits? Why would I have limits? I gave you permission for whatever.”
Eddie tried not to frown at that. He didn’t like wherever Steve’s thoughts were going, and it just made him even more glad he hadn’t sent the dude off to some other alpha who wouldn’t care about anything beyond getting their dick wet. Instead, he shook his head and shucked off his own shirt, stripping the rest of his clothing easily.
Steve’s eyebrows shot up, his eyes taking in all of the exposed skin Eddie was now displaying, moving lower and lower until his gaze snagged on Eddie’s cock. His eyes widened.
Eddie was a little smug, he could admit that. He knew he didn’t have much of an ass to speak of, but he had a slightly bigger than average sized alpha dick, and most importantly of all, he knew how to use it.
It was still mostly flaccid at the moment, his mind still coming to terms with his body on the fact that he was about to pop Steve Harrington’s cherry, but it was still a sight to behold.
Eddie carefully removed the rings from his fingers and set them on his dresser before spitting in the palm of his hand, leaning back against his dresser as he took himself lazily in hand. He used the other to gesture vaguely at Steve.
“Go on, sweetheart. Finish undressing. Let me look at what’s mine for the night,” he grinned.
Steve swallowed, his flush moving down his chest, something Eddie only knew as Steve revealed more of it to his watchful gaze. His eyes never strayed from where Eddie was stroking himself off, working himself to full stiffness as he watched Steve undress.
He might have felt self-conscious, being so exposed in front of Steve’s Adonis-like physique, but the look in Harrington’s eyes as he gazed at Eddie wasn’t disgust. Far from it, in fact.
Stepping out of his squelching shoes, Steve’s pants and socks joined the pile on the floor, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark navy blue underwear. More butch than Eddie was expecting, he could be honest about that, having half expected something lacy and skimpy beneath.
Steve’s thumbs hooked under the waistband of his underwear, hesitating only a brief moment more, and then those too joined the clothes on the ground, and…oh.
Eddie felt a vague flare of annoyance. Of course Steve would be beautiful here too. His cocklette was a little bigger than Eddie had expected at first, and to his everlasting surprise, it was already hard.
Now that his rain-soiled clothing was stripped from him, Eddie could take in the more unadulterated scent of the other boy, his mouth beginning to pool with saliva at the heady scent of not just aroused omega, but aroused Steve.
Steve was into what he saw, his little cocklet twitching ever so slightly as his gaze followed the slow movement of Eddie’s hand on his own dick. Interesting. Not at all expected, but thoroughly appreciated. He’d been a little worried that Steve’s preferences would make it harder for him to enjoy tonight’s activities, but it seemed that worry was in vain.
“Get on the bed, sweetness. On your back. And spread your legs for me. I wanna see all of you,” Eddie ordered, though he kept his tone more neutral. While a part of him would have quite enjoyed something a little firmer, he needed to get the important thing taken care of first.
Steve once more hesitated only a moment, wavering slightly and then he was obeying once more, moving to settle back against Eddie’s pillow and spreading his legs wide. Though there was a bit of shininess to Steve’s labia, his cocklet had wilted some, Steve’s eyes screwed shut and his fingers curled into the sheets beneath him.
Eddie released his own dick to move to stand before the bed, watching the way Steve’s muscles twitched as he tensed up. He let out a small snort. “Look at you, trembling already. You really are a virgin, aren’t you?”
Steve’s eyes shot open with annoyance, just as Eddie had predicted they would. “I’m not a liar!” he huffed. “Can you just hurry up and get this over with?” he added with a snap.
Smirking, Eddie shrugged one shoulder. “Oh sweetheart, I’m going to take my time with you. If I’m going to ruin you, I’m going to make certain I ruin you for every alpha after me. By the time I’m done with you, I’m going to have you drenched in your own slick, your pussy red from being stretched for hours, and your muscles putty in my bed. But only after you tell me your limits.”
That delicious flush was taking over Steve again, his flagging cocklet twitching once more with renewed interest, before confusion suffused Steve’s expression. “But…I don’t understand,” he frowned.
Eddie quirked a brow, letting his gaze linger on Steve’s cocklet and pussy just beneath it, before raising his gaze to Steve’s own. “What don’t you understand?”
“I…” Steve let out a small annoyed huff, though it was obvious the annoyance was more aimed at himself than anything. “You just need to knot me. You don’t need to…do all that other stuff,” he mumbled as he glanced away.
“Stevie, baby,” Eddie purred, causing Steve’s gaze to shoot back towards him. “You said I get to do whatever I want. And I want to take you apart, sweetness. Slowly, and repeatedly. After all, I have to make certain I ruin you. A quick dicking isn’t going to do that nearly well enough.”
Wide brown eyes stared back at him, the unmistakable scent of aroused omega filling the air once more. Eddie licked his lips almost as though he could taste it, feeling that thrill again as Steve’s gaze once more locked in on the movement.
“Now…limits, Steve. Tell me your limits. Then I’ll reward you.”
Though he still looked confused, and entirely out of his depth, Steve’s fingers were no longer curled quite so tightly in Eddie’s sheets. “I-I…I don’t know,” he mumbled, embarrassed and ashamed. “I’ve never…I’ve only ever…” He trailed off, though Eddie could guess how that sentence ended. I’ve only ever taken care of someone else before.
And it was high time to change that.
“How about this then, sweetheart. If I do something you don’t like, no matter what it is, you can either tap anywhere on my body three times and I’ll stop, or squeeze me three times. You can also tell me with words, either pick a word of your own or you can use the traffic light system.
“‘Red’ for stop, where we stop everything and I check in on you, offering aftercare and easing you back to feeling safe. ‘Yellow’ for slow down, check in, you’re still enjoying it but it’s getting a bit much for you and you’re approaching your limit. ‘Green’ for enthusiastic consent, you’re enjoying it and want to keep going. Got it?”
Steve blinked, a confused furrow to his brow, but his lips worked soundlessly over the information he was just given. He carefully, cautiously, moved to prop himself up on his elbows to stare at Eddie.
“I don’t get it,” he murmured, and Eddie was about to find another way to explain it to make it more understandable, when Steve continued. “I told you that you could do whatever you wanted to me, to use me, and you…want to make certain I enjoy it too?”
Eddie froze, mouth partially open for a simpler explanation, realizing with mounting horror that that wasn’t what Steve was confused about. Surely he didn’t expect Eddie to…what…pump and dump without any care to what his bed partner was enjoying, or if they even enjoyed it at all? That he’d simply take and break and use without wanting to bring his partner pleasure.
The want to be offended rose in him again, but there was no malice in Steve’s confusion; he was simply genuinely uncertain about what he had even demanded of Eddie.
“If I do what you want me to do, fuck you and knot you, without you being aroused and interested, I could greatly harm you, Steve. The whole point of this is to escape an alpha who does that.”
“Well, yeah, but…” Steve shifted uncomfortably on the bed. “It’d just be the once. And it’s not like you like me or anything. I trust you won’t hurt me too much, but…the idea of making me hurt, of getting, I don’t know, some sort of payback against rich jocks doesn’t interest you?”
Eddie snorted at the way Steve tilted his head like a fucking dog. It shouldn’t be as adorable as it was, Steve naked and spread out like that on Eddie’s bed. “Oh, making you hurt would be a great honor of mine, Harrington. But I only like consensual hurt.”
“Steve,” Steve snapped in correction, before frowning. “Consensual hurt?”
Eddie grinned then, finally placing a knee to the mattress as he climbed on top of the bed, enjoying the way Steve’s eyes widened slightly, tracking his movements.
“Holding you so tightly you bruise, carrying my mark with you long past the time we part. Maybe my fingerprints, maybe my teeth. Fucking you so hard you still feel me tomorrow, or the next day. Maybe longer. Just enough so that when you feel the ache, it makes you wet for me again. Maybe a little light spanking if you’re really naughty.”
Making Steve flush was quickly becoming Eddie’s new favorite thing. He smirked, slowly reaching out to press a palm to Steve’s ankle, sliding it up his shin to just over the cress of his knee as he inched his way closer to the other boy. Steve’s muscles were tense beneath him. In fact, he scarcely seemed to breathe.
“Besides the fact that I would never do that, why would I need to get payback against you, sweetheart? You’ve never personally caused me trouble. If anything, I should be thanking you for the bountiful feast before me,” he murmured, sliding his hand up next to Steve’s thigh, feeling as much as hearing Steve’s stuttering breath.
He moved in closer, sliding his thumb to rub small circles over Steve’s inner thigh. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby boy, I promise. Do I have your permission?”
Steve gave a very jerky nod, causing Eddie to tut. “I need your verbal consent, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I know you asked for this, but I need to hear you say you want this. That you want to have sex with me, with your words.”
Steve stared at Eddie, pupils blown wide from both the low lighting in the room and his obvious arousal. He wet his lips, and the once cold skin was now all but burning beneath Eddie’s palm. “Yes,” he whimpered. “Yes, please.” Steve swallowed thickly. “Mark me.”
Eddie grinned, basking in the permission. He couldn’t deny that he was interested, not with Steve looking as good as he did on his bed like this. For him. Yeah, it was a bit of an ego stroke, okay? Having Steve Harrington wet for him, desiring him, the scent of his arousal washing away any of the earlier sour distress.
More than that, however, was the fact that Steve trusted him. They didn’t know each other from Adam, and yet here Steve was, baring himself for Eddie and telling him that he trusted him with this ploy of his. Steve wasn’t just popping his cherry here; he was irreversibly ruining his reputation and whatever social status he had once held.
Steve Harrington wasn’t anything like how Eddie had assumed him to be. He was a bitch, sure, but there was something in his gaze that spoke of something other too, something…fragile. Something lost, and god if Eddie wasn’t one to find little lost sheepies and protect them from the wolves.
He had thought once that Steve was a wolf, and maybe part of him was. Maybe part of him was a sheep too though too. Or maybe Steve was just…Steve.
It didn’t matter. Not right now. No, Eddie wasn’t going to start waxing poetic about some guy he didn’t even like, not when he could have his fun and make Steve remember this night for years to come.
Eddie pushed everything else out of mind, pushed away why they were doing this, focusing instead only on the fact that he had a naked, wet, wanting Steve Harrington in his bed and he was going to do his damned best at giving Steve the night of his life.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty,” he breathed, hating it was true. Everyone knew it was true. No, Steve wasn’t some ethereal beauty or anything, yet something about him drew everyone in, whether they wanted to be or not. Hell, it had even drawn Hargrove in, which Eddie had appreciated for a moment because it kept Hargrove from taunting any of the freaks and geeks at school.
Of course, then Steve had returned to school with a busted face and Hargrove in an even worse mood than before, which was when the latter did start up his harassment of others he deemed lesser. Which was just about everyone. He steered clear of Steve for the most part after that though, which was a relief.
Hold up.
A relief?
Christ, apparently all Steve had to do was bat his pretty brown eyes and flash his pink wet pussy for Eddie to fall all over himself about the dude. For his alpha to want to protect this exposed omega before him. That was annoying.
Yet, as Steve stared up at him with widened eyes and a flush staining his cheeks and sliding down his chest, Eddie couldn’t find it in himself to be too annoyed at the moment. For a guy who no doubt got complimented frequently, Steve was acting like no one had ever called him ‘pretty’ before.
“Now, what’s your color, baby boy?” Eddie murmured, scooting closer between Steve’s legs which parted even more for him naturally. Christ. He let his hand slide fully to Steve’s thigh then, his thumb lightly caressing the inner skin as Steve’s muscles jumped at his ministrations.
Steve swallowed thickly, wide gaze still on Eddie, though his brows puckered a little in confusion again, though they quickly smoothed out in understanding. He drew his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze skirting down to wear Eddie’s cock bobbed in the air between them, before quickly looking back up into Eddie’s eyes with a brighter flush to his face.
“G-green,” he stammered, clearly nervous, but the rush of aroused omega scent spoke of the truth behind his words. He hesitated a moment with an almost wry smile to his lips. “And…maybe a little yellow,” he hesitantly admitted as he looked away again.
Which…probably shouldn’t make Eddie as happy as it did. But it did make him happy to have Steve admit his reservations, to be truthful about how he was feeling, and about what they were about to do.
“Good boy,” Eddie murmured, causing Steve to start and return his gaze to him with a small part of his lips in surprise. He tried to offer a reassuring smile, as weird as such a thing was to offer to Steve Harrington of all people. The guy everyone wanted. The guy currently naked in Eddie’s bed. Shit.
Clearing his throat, Eddie didn’t remove his thumb from where it was softly stroking over Steve’s quivering thigh, but he didn’t push forward for more yet either. “I’ll tell you what I’m planning to do, sweetheart. And then you can tell me if you want that.”
He waited for Steve to give him a small nod before continuing. “I’m going to slide my fingers to your pretty little cunt, and I’m going to rub you softly so you get used to my touch. Only then, when I know you want it as much as I do, am I going to slide my fingers inside you.”
“Eddie,” Steve whined—and damn if Eddie didn’t like the sound of that—pressing himself back further against the sad and limp pillow on his bed braced against the wall.
“Then,” Eddie continued, encouraged by Steve’s obvious enjoyment at that thought. “Just one at first, sweetheart, don’t worry. Your little virgin pussy can’t handle all of me without being loosened up first. I bet you’re so tight, so beautifully untouched. I can’t wait to ruin you, precious.”
Eddie slid his gaze down to the thatch of hair that was obviously as groomed as the rest of Steve, his pink and shiny folds evident through it and making Eddie salivate for a taste. He brought his free hand back to his own dick to squeeze as he settled back on his haunches, looking his fill.
“First one finger, then two. Then I’m going to put three fingers inside you, sweetness. I’m going to stretch you wide for me so you can take my big, thick, alpha cock. But first…”
Eddie lifted his gaze to meet Steve’s with a wicked grin. “Before you get to have my cock, I’m going to slip my tongue inside you and taste just how sweet you really are, baby. You want that?”
Steve’s eyes fell shut as he arched back slightly, sliding his feet to press against the bed, effectively spreading his legs wider while also chasing Eddie’s hand on his thigh to slide down further to land at the junction where thigh met hip.
“Fuck, Eddie, yes. I’m green, asshole, I’m so green,” he panted. “Fucking touch me already before I find an alpha who isn’t just all talk.”
That brought a growl rumbling out of Eddie, and he released his dick to lean forward and grab Steve’s jaws between his fingers. “Oh trust me, sweetness,” he said as he leaned in close, letting his other thumb brush into the hair surrounding Steve’s most sensitive bits, skating just along the edge of Steve’s pussy. “I’m going to make you eat your words.”
Though Steve had flinched slightly at the fast grip to his jaw, he stared up at Eddie now with no hint of fear, only challenge and smug satisfaction, his breath brushing against Eddie’s lips. “Yeah? Gonna make me eat something else, Munson?” he lightly jeered. “And here I thought you were the one promising to eat something.”
He didn’t know who moved first. All Eddie knew was that within the space of one moment and the next, his and Steve’s lips were on one another, a needing gasping breath escaping Steve as Eddie wasted no time shoving his tongue into Steve’s mouth as he braced himself above the other boy.
True to his words, he slid his other hand further in, finally pressing his guitar calloused fingers against the slick heat of Steve’s folds.
Steve moaned at the sensation, arching against Eddie as Eddie started rubbing his fingers against him, the slick ease of it revealing just how turned on Steve already was with Eddie’s promises.
Eddie, for his part, had to swallow back a groan at how sweet the air was smelling at the moment now, how fucking good Steve felt even just against his fingers like this as he began producing more slick. His fingers moved easily over Steve, sliding up occasionally to glide over Steve’s cocklet, causing the omega to release another wave of arousal.
Steve was not a passive participant, however. No, almost immediately his arms had wrapped around Eddie’s shoulders and back, holding the alpha close as he lifted his hips to try to rock against the fingers touching him. Though he let Eddie invade his mouth with his tongue, his own was just as active sliding against Eddie’s, moving with him in encouragement.
A needy whine left the omega, one leg leaving the bed to wrap over Eddie’s.
“Eddie, please,” Steve whimpered when Eddie finally had to pull his mouth away, though the alpha couldn’t leave fully, trailing lips and teeth and tongue over Steve’s jaw and neck. “Please, alpha, need you inside me…”
And if that wasn’t just the sweetest sound.
“You feel so good, omega,” Eddie whispered with a pant against Steve’s skin, feeling how his own tip was beginning to bead with desire for the boy beneath him. “Gonna knot you up so good. Gonna ruin you for anyone else again ever.”
“Prove it,” Steve growled. “Stop being such a pussy and put your fingers inside me already.”
Who was Eddie to argue with that?
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Author Commentary:
You know, I feel like I’m back on my FFNet grind doing this, but hey, whatever.
Aaaaanyways…
First off, let me say that I have officially listed this fic as part of a series, Ruined and Redeemed. Once Ruin Me is completed here on tumblr, I’m going to begin working on a companion fic that takes place the immediate morning after, told in Steve’s POV. How exciting. Other smaller fics set in the same universe may also entice me. I already have an idea for at least one or two.
This was honestly an important part for me in my writing because it deals with matters of consent. I am pretty chill with certain aspects of dub-con, such as omega heats or sex pollen, but it is still very important to me for there to be a clear line drawn as well. Eddie likewise needs that line to never be crossed, needing fully verbal consent.
Which is, of course, absolutely foreign to Steve. He gets consent, of course. And absolutely follows it himself, but he doesn’t quite get it in connection to himself in this moment. In his mind, he’s giving a disgraced alpha absolute control over him and, from everything he knows about alphas, he’s expecting Eddie to take advantage of that and him.
As well, he knows that Eddie doesn’t like him, knows of his reputation in school, and knows that he used to be a jerk. Maybe not quite like Tommy or Billy, but he did and said things he wasn’t proud of and fully believes that Eddie would get revenge on him because all the alphas he interacts with definitely would.
The fact that Eddie is still gentle with him (in his own way) and fully wants Steve’s consent and enjoyment in sex is definitely one of the things that makes Steve want. He’s heartbroken by Nancy, even though he’s acknowledged that they weren’t good for each other and she has feelings for Jonathan instead, so he is definitely a little emotionally fragile as well and just as emotionally needy.
Eddie giving him clear details on what he’s going to do to him, therefore, being open and honest with him about something he’s nervous about…yeah, it definitely helps him see Eddie differently. And it also makes him horny lmao.
Which was a really fun thing to write. I loved the idea of Steve both being a slut and being a virgin. He happily takes care of his partners, but he can’t do much for himself because of his parents’ strict traditionalist beliefs. They’re definitely the sort to like, check to make certain a hymen is still intact or something, taking Steve for regular checkups to make certain he hasn’t been defiled.
They fill him with heat suppressants even though it can, at least in my version of things, be harmful if used overly much. It can almost make a heat, once had, more extreme and painful if the omega doesn’t have an alpha to knot them, resulting in something similar to rejection or isolation sickness that can make the omega incredibly ill. Suppressing for too long can also affect fertility, though that is something not as widely known in the 80s.
In this particular part, Steve is thus being treated as an active participant for the first time, with Eddie behaving unlike any other alpha he’s ever known. Especially one who should hate him, or so he believes. At the very least, they’re absolute strangers. In his mind, Eddie as an alpha shouldn’t care so much about how an omega feels or thinks.
Similarly, Eddie is realizing that his preconceived notions of who Steve Harrington is are absolutely wrong. Instead, he discovers that Steve is someone who needs to be put first for once, someone who needs to be cared for. While Eddie isn’t quite yet accepting of his own changing feelings for the other boy, the shift is definitely there.
I am a full believer that Eddie and Steve would bicker during sex and positive emotional moments. Steve calls Eddie “asshole” all the time but it becomes something as affectionate as Eddie’s use of “sweetheart” or any other endearment. They snipe and tease and argue in a way that is very much like foreplay to them.
Also, Eddie’s use of “precious” is 100% him making a Gollum reference that he knows Steve won’t get. It’s almost as mocking as Steve’s “asshole” and fake fighting will 100% be part of their love language.
Next part will consist of the actual smut. I’ll try to get it out sooner and also there be only maybe two parts left; the smut part and the aftercare/resolution part. Hopefully. Fingers crossed!
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