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summary You're having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. Good thing your dealer, Eddie Munson, knows of another method that he's willing to to teach you. You get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you. [8.8k]
warnings 18+ only smut, fem!reader, eddie teaches you how to masturbate, p in v sex, light praise kink, mutual pining/lusting, lots of kissing, dirty talk, weed ment, aftercare, they are not so secretly infatuated with one another, eddie is a soft dork but also dirty <3 r implied as dressing very femininely
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Eddie kneels outside his trailer.
You stop at the lip of the grass and wonder what he's doing. His back is to you, covered by a band shirt familiar even from this angle and riddled with rips and moth holes. You're about to call out to him when he speaks.
"You're hot, huh, sweetheart?" Softer than you've ever heard him. "Why don't you go inside? Escape the heat, yeah?"
You approach slowly, footfall smothered by the lush green underfoot. He's scratching behind the ears of a tabby cat.
"It's so hot out! The sun's gonna cook you," he says, whisper-shouting.
Like the tabby can understand what he's saying it stands, stretches tall and then slinks off into the trailer. "Good girl," Eddie says, standing up.
"Are you collecting strays?" you ask lightly.
He turns to you, surprised but not scared. "Don't worry, you're still my favourite."
Good girl. His words ring loud between both ears. "I'm not a stray."
"Uh-huh. What's my shy girl want today?" You spin on your heel and Eddie starts laughing. "Sorry, I'm sorry! Come on, you'll like what I have!"
"You know I can't talk to you when you get like this," you tell him, pouting from over your shoulder.
He pushes a mess of black curls behind his ear and beckons you forward. "Come on," he says, sing-song. "Let daddy set you up."
"Jesus Christ," you mutter, following Eddie into his house unhappily.
You hate when he gets in this mood, not because he's ever really made you uncomfortable, but because you like to be teased, and he knows it. Or he likes watching you squirm. Either way, it's dangerous territory.
"How much did you want?" he asks.
The cool inside of his trailer is a blessing. You hold your naked arms away from your skin and try to take a deep breath of cool air. "I have thirty dollars. So… however much that is."
"Babe, what the fuck do you want so much for?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at you incredulously.
You follow him into his room. "Do you not have it?" you ask, tracing posters you've seen upwards of ten times by now. Eddie's a good dealer – reliable, sweet, and prone to freebies without any pervy requests in place.
He once swapped you an eighth for a cheap charm bracelet. He wears it now, the silver delicate and entirely too sweet for his metalhead appearance. It looks good on him, anyhow.
He pulls open the usual lunchbox you hadn't noticed sitting on one of his amps and pulls out more pot than you've ever seen at one time. "Don't I?"
"Woah."
"Uh-huh. Ern't she preddy?" he asks in a drawing southern accent.
You hold out your hands and he lets you take it. When you open the zip lock bag, the smell isn't awful. The buds are thick with green fuzz, and your eyes water.
You pass it back to him. "How much can I have for thirty?"
"For you? Half."
"Don't do that, Eddie. Gimme what you'd give anyone else."
"But you're not anyone else, babe. You're my favourite customer."
"I'm gonna put you out of business," you say, lightly chiding. "Can I sit down?"
He hums and nods and you sit cross legged at the top of his bed. His bed sheets are pushed away and the space is cold. His pillow under your hand is colder.
Eddie doesn't bother weighing it. You roll your eyes at him but also feel amazingly happy, because it's a lot of pot for not a lot of money, because his favouritism speaks for what you hope might be a small crush. Still, when he passes you the new bag you feel guilty.
"Eddie, I can't take that. I know that's more than thirty."
His eyebrows jump. "I don't care. What's the point in doing this if I can't give pretty girls a little something extra?"
"I don't know. To make money?"
He holds out the bag. You don't take it. "Fine," he says, sighing.
"Thank you." You watch him fish three or four bigger buds out of the bag. He presents you with a much more reasonable amount, his hands stained with the smell. "Thank you," you say again.
"Yeah. Wanna stay and watch a movie?"
You've known Eddie since middle school. Classmates, not really friends, not not friends, though ever since you've started buying a small kinship has blossomed between you.
"What movie?"
"Whatever you want."
You nibble the inside of your lip. "You'll roll up for me?"
"Sure will."
So you end up on Eddie's couch with the tabby cat that isn't his purring heavily on your lap as he rolls a couple of joints for you. You won't smoke anything until tonight so Eddie drops them into your newly acquired ziplock bag with papers and the leftover bud.
He sniffs. "So, you're not sleeping?" he asks knowingly, straightening out with a groan and disappearing out of view into the kitchenette. You're a total overthinker. Pot helps you calm down.
"I'm sleeping."
"After toking up."
"There's…" You scratch the vibrating cat behind its ears, frowning to yourself. "Worse things to do."
"Better ones, though. Hey, do you want a drink?"
You say no and he brings you a glass of water anyways. His hands smell strongly of hand soap and faintly of weed as he passes it to you. You take it carefully, wary of disturbing your cuddle partner.
"Like what?" you ask.
"Cranking one out, for starters."
You wince, afraid to bring the lip of the glass to your mouth in case you choke on it. "Anything else?"
"Running?" Eddie suggests, sitting with you but leaving a more than comfortable gap between your legs.
"Not my thing," you murmur.
It's weird, but anything above murmuring feels like shouting in the calm of his home. The movie plays on the TV and the cat purs, Eddie spreads his legs out and slouches into the cushions, his face surrounded by dark hair. He smiles at you like he always does, amicable if slightly flirty.
"Maybe pot is your only option," he says mournfully. He pulls a lock of hair in front of his face and his eyebrows pinch together. "Make sure you brush your teeth after though. Or you'll get bad teeth."
"Bad teeth?"
"Smoking ruins your pearls."
You put down your glass of water and weave your fingers into the cat's rough fur. Eddie is really nice. Really really nice. And he probably likes you, so… what's the worst that could happen, by asking?
I'm only asking, you decide.
"Eddie," you say softly, disrupting a big tobacco rant that he'd started. "What- when you say cranking one out, that's-"
"You know." He holds his hand above his crotch and squeezes the air. You feel a terrible heat start to collect in your abdomen. "Five to one? Uh- Nulling the void?" He grasps for words at your lost expression. "Making soup?"
His voice goes high. You think he's as embarrassed as you are, and you're not gonna ask again. You giggle. "Oh, right."
He drops his hand heavy against the seat of his pants and leans back. "Crank one out and sleep like a log."
"That works for you?" you ask tentatively.
"Every night."
You sink down into the couch and hide your face in cat fur. Eddie starts asking about how your job is, a genuine, earnest interest that further cements your next decision. You clear your throat.
"Eddie, can I ask you something?" He grins and waves his hand. "When you," you wince, "'make soup', do you just- how do you…" You slink down so far you're almost falling off of the couch. "How do you make yourself-" You gesture to your pelvis and then screw your hand into a fist, self-conscious.
He blinks. "Finish?"
You look at the chain around his neck rather than his face. "Yeah."
"Are you asking me because you want to know how I do it, or because you don't know how to do it to yourself?"
You rub your cheek with your shoulder. "The second option."
"Shit," he mutters.
"Sorry, you don't have to- I just thought-"
Eddie sits up. He looks more serious than he had before but not any less patient, elbows braced on his knees and head propped up in his hand. He parts his fingers over his lips.
"You don't know how?" he asks.
"I must've missed that lesson in sex ed," you try to joke. It comes out awkward. Eddie laughs anyways, a huff of breath.
"Lucky you, I've sat through sex ed three times." He grins brilliantly, but his joking tone softens when he sees your hesitant expression. "If you wanna know, I'm happy to tell you."
"Are you sure?"
"We're friends, right? What are friends for?" You don't miss the sarcastic twist to his words or his ironic smile.
Friends like you and Eddie likely aren't meant to be giving one another lessons on masturbation. But really, he's the only person you know who you could ask and wouldn't feel totally looked down on. Eddie's nice to his core, but better – he doesn't judge.
You struggle to know what to ask.
The cat chooses this moment to wake and jump off of you, strutting out of the trailer's open door and back into the sunlight without so much as a grateful look back.
And now you're alone with him.
"How's your anatomy?" he asks. You shake your head slowly. "You know, grade wise? Are we passing? B? B-? C?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Munson."
"Do you know what's what?" he asks concisely.
You sit up and press your knees together, suddenly very aware of your 'anatomy'. "I think so."
He purses his lips for a few seconds before shrugging. "Alright. We can work with that." Eddie pushes his cheek into the couch and looks at your face unflinching as he says, "You know what your clit is?"
You cringe. Full body.
Eddie shrugs. "What? That's what it's called. You don't have to be embarrassed about it."
"I know what it is."
"And you can't make yourself-"
"No."
He doesn't miss your frustration. "Hey, hey, it's fine. Some people think that it's, like, a magic on-button, but it's not. There's a whole process."
"How do you know?" you ask genuinely.
His answering smile is wolfish. "I'm in a band, babe. Fucking a guitarist is like, a bucket list thing or some shit. Girls will tell you exactly what they want if you're willing to listen."
Something about his knowing look has your heart skipping a beat. Maybe two. He pushes his hand across the couch and you're not sure if it's on purpose or accident, only that he's leaning in, a small smile on his face.
"And I'm a damn good listener."
You meet his eyes and know what he's offering. He waits, ring heavy fingers splayed wide in the space between you. It's the sight of them – thick, long and adorned in string-wrought calluses – that tips you over the edge.
He's already pulling back with a reassuring smile on his face, lips parted to likely say something too nice when you interrupt him.
"Will you teach me?" you ask quietly.
A split-second of surprise is quickly overtaken by enthusiasm. "You're not high, are you?"
"No."
He gets up to close the door and starts for his room. You linger on the couch uselessly and he doubles back, hand on the wall. "Are you coming?"
The noise from the TV fades as you walk down the hall and into his room. Your socked foot nudges into a tower of books close to the door and you reach out to steady them. Eddie pulls the sheets back into place and flicks on the lamp. He pauses by the stereo before turning that on, too.
A song you don't recognise starts to play. Eddie climbs up onto his bed and stands there for a second, suddenly very tall. "You wanna take off your jacket?"
"It's a cardigan." You peel the thin white cotton off of your shoulders and shift from foot to foot, unsure of yourself.
Eddie settles on his knees, pulls off his rings. "It's pretty. Come here," he says, holding out his arms.
You slide onto the bed cautiously, naked calves rubbing against the sheets. You feel as though every sense has been dialled to eleven; you're thinking about every brush of fabric, every small sound that they make.
Eddie takes one of your hands and you sit with one leg crossed and the other hanging off the edge of the bed, surprised at his soft touch. He soothes your hand and brings it to his lap, eyes on your now-bared shoulders.
"You dress real pretty." He says it with his usual dramatics, though there's enough sincerity there to make you smile.
You look down at your delicate clothes thoughtfully. "You think so?"
"Mh-hm. It suits you," he says as he drums his thumbs against the back of your hand.
He pushes one palm up the length of your arm and pulls it towards him at the same time. You've never been touched like this before and you want it bad, shuffling towards him with a shameful speed. He takes it in stride, hand bumping up the hill of your shoulder. His index finger slides under the skinny strap of your top and tugs at it playfully.
"You look sweet. Really sweet," he says, his voice more hushed than before. His eyes drop to your thighs. "You'll have to take those off, though."
"My shirt too?" you ask weakly, eyebrows pinched up at the starts.
"Not if you don't want to." You hesitate. He takes your thigh into a big hand and gives you a small shake. "It's okay. Take your time. Or, if you changed your mind, that's totally cool."
"No, I haven't," you deny, voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. You kick your legs out in front of you one at a time and ease your shorts over the slopes of your thighs and calves, pushing them off of his bed with your feet.
“If you change your mind at any point-“
“I’ll tell you,” you say, nodding as you pull your knees together.
Eddie manoeuvres so he’s close, twisted toward you with his hand braced by your thigh. The cold metal of the charm bracelet you'd swapped him bites into your skin. If you leaned back and he leaned forward, he could kiss you. You think maybe he has the same idea as his eyes dart to your lips.
They linger.
He blinks and it’s gone.
“I’m gonna rub your leg,” he says quietly, “and when I get to the inside, I’m gonna touch you. Okay?”
As he says it, his hand moves onto your thigh. Down to your knee.
Slowly, so slowly, back up. His fingers caress the inside of your thigh. He pauses.
“‘Kay,” you whisper.
His fingers flex over your flesh as he draws in. Then, like a shock, his fingertips press to your underwear.
“I’m not surprised,” he says steadily, fingers brushing over your cunt, ghosting but never truly touching where you want him to.
“By what?”
“That you wear such cute panties.” He strokes the hem with the tip of his finger and you hold your breath as he slides it under the elastic, running the fabric over his digit gently. “S’exactly the kind of thing I pictured you wearing.”
“You’ve pictured them?”
He looks up from his teasing and your panties snap into place. You gasp on instinct and his eyes narrow, his lashes kissing in the corners. “Does that bother you?” he murmurs.
You shake your head. His lips quirk up, a smugness that makes your heart race ever faster.
"Do you do anything like this with yourself?" he asks.
"I'm never this nice."
"That's a crime," he says, and he laughs loud, momentarily shattering the distilled atmosphere that had settled over you both. "Thighs like these and you don't touch them?"
"Is that what you do?" you ask, insecure.
"No, but it's different. I don't need to get warmed up like you do."
"Warmed up?" you whisper. Having to ask these questions feels so embarrassing.
Eddie being so soft about it makes it easier. "Relaxed," he whispers in turn, laughing towards the end.
His thumb rubs the elastic of your underwear and drifts slowly inward until he's pushing over your folds. You gasp and it's slightly startled, sounding too close to panic for Eddie, who's hand flinches away.
"Didn't like that?" he asks.
You rush, "It's okay. Surprised."
One big hand holds your thigh, the other strokes your cunt. He's a little firmer now, pushing the breadth of his thumb over your panties until he touches something very sensitive. "Here?" He pushes up a little higher and your breath catches. He makes an almost inaudible cooing sound and flattens his hand, rubbing the length of your cunt without finesse. It feels good anyway. It surprises you how much you like it.
He pinches your panties.
"Ready to take them off?" he asks.
"Yeah."
You lift your hips and peel your underwear down, folding your legs to pull them off of your ankles. You clutch them in your hand, unsure.
Eddie sits back and pulls you towards him. You let him manhandle you with a small gasp, his hands pressing into the soft of your tummy. You can't see his face anymore.
"Alright," he murmurs, pulling your thigh over his lap and spreading you wide. His voice is loud in your ear because of his proximity, and you resist the temptation to turn your face to his.
"Let's just-" he works your underwear out of your hand and tosses them aside.
His hand lands on your knee and moves down fast.
You lean back heavily into his chest with your hands pulled to your sternum.
"Eddie," you say, "what do I do?"
He hums. "Touch yourself."
You seize up and he's quick to soothe, fingers closing around the crook of your elbow.
"Hey, I'm gonna show you. I'm gonna show you," he repeats. He pulls at the lip of your cunt and spreads you open, groaning softly. You wouldn't hear it if his lips weren't so close to your face. "How'd you have a cunt this sweet and never touch it? I mean, fuck."
His fingertips whisper past your pubic hair like he's going to say something more, but he only asks, "Hand?"
You put your hand into his, the back to his palm.
He sets it to your thigh. "Do what I did before, okay? Slowly…" He drags your hand up and down the length of your thigh.
Your heart is racing. Every time you crawl close to your cunt the burning longing to be touched, to touch yourself, and to have him touch you intensifies.
Eventually he pulls your hand to your clit. "You're so sensitive. Is it always this bad?" he asks sympathetically when you jump, tickled at the feelin.
"I haven't tried in a while."
"Oh, I see." Eddie encourages you to push your fingertip into the squishy bead, drawing slow circles. "Poor baby. Just desperate to have someone take care of you." His voice is so low, so ridiculously soft, you find yourself sinking into his hold. He squeezes the crook of your elbow with one hand, the other still guiding your ministrations. You bite your lip at the sensation that's begun, the tiny spark of pleasure.
"Here, let me-" He lifts your hand away from your clit and you whine involuntarily. "Shh, sweetheart, I'm only gonna give you something to work with."
You turn your head to him and watch as his mouth opens. He sucks the very tip of your finger between his lips, the heat of his tongue a momentary flash. When he pulls it back, your finger shines with his spit.
Your eyes are half-lidded, watching through the crush of your lashes as he presses it back to your clit. "How's that? S'that better?" he asks, crooning. His tone sports an underlying mockery, a light-hearted teasing that's slowly turning intense.
It is better. It's different. Your fingertip searches for purchase against the slick skin and struggles to find it, the wetness allowing for freer, faster movement.
You push a second finger against the first.
Eddie stops helping. You pause, confused.
"No, you got it, sweetheart. You keep going," he reassures, grabbing a hold of your thigh again. He teases the dough there, never cruel but maybe close, fat moulding under his fingers as he squeezes.
Your breathing builds with pleasure. Still, it's hot enough; there's no sign of an oncoming climax, no tightening coil in your tummy. You huff with exertion and frustration. "Eddie, it's not working."
"I'm not done." He sounds almost stern. Your stomach flips. "You have to think about what you want."
"What I want?"
"What turns you on."
You think of his hands and their rings. His happy trail.
His voice. Good girl.
You slam your eyes shut.
Eddie gives you another mean squeeze. "What do you think about, when you-"
You don't let him finish. "What do you think about?" you ask, too loud.
He stills. His nose pushes into your shoulder, his hair tickling your skin as he asks, "Are you sure you wanna know?"
Your breath catches. Your fingers stutter where they work into your clit and Eddie starts you right back up again. His lips brush your shoulder.
"Yes," you say, gasping as pleasure like little shocks of heat shoot to your core.
The hand at your elbow starts to rove, tickling your arm as he strokes downwards. "You first," he murmurs, teasing your wrist. You swear you can feel his smile against your shoulder.
You breathe in through your nose. "Uh, I think of- of somebody…" You try, but you just can't say it.
Eddie's fingers push down your crease. Stop right before your entrance. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah."
"Mmm…" He circles your entrance. "Now what does a pretty girl like you think of when she's touching herself?" You don't think he wants an answer. His middle finger brushes across the slick well and pushes in. You squirm and he holds you in place.
There's something very hard digging into your spine.
"Something sweet as you… Let me guess. Boy next door comes around to mow the lawn, you invite him in for a drink, one thing comes to another-" He pushes his finger in deeper. "And he's fucking you.
"That sound about right?"
You shake your head. His own perks up where it rests on your shoulder. "No? Huh."
Your circles have grown slow and staggered, distracted by his touch as he eases his ring finger in beside his middle. "Something more romantic? Wedding night, love of your life. Guy that's gonna treat you like a diamond. Way a girl like you deserves." He pushes in, stretches them out. You moan as he curls them, as his arm works back and forth. "Gives it to you gentle." His movements slow to match.
And sure, that sounds nice. But it's not what you think about.
"No," you manage to get out through shallow breaths.
"No? You don't want it gentle?"
"Not- not all the time."
"How about right now?"
"Please."
Slowly, slowly, the shape of Eddie's hard cock against your back starts to move in time with the thrusts of his hand. He pushes in deep, fingers searching emphatically for the sweet spot, the thing that's gonna make you-
"Fuck," you whimper.
His cock jumps. You feel it.
"You keep rubbing that pretty little clit of yours, sweetheart."
You do as he asks. You're desperate enough now that you imagine you'd do most anything he says, your climax a tangible, physical possibility. Your tummy feels heavy and aching with want, worse when he probes deeply and marks your sweet spot again. His lips press to your shoulder, soft enough that you worry you're imagining it.
"You see what I'm doing here? See what fingers I'm using?" he asks. You open your eyes reluctantly. His wrist turns. You watch his fingers sink into the gummy heat of your cunt. "Tight little hole's just pulling me in, fucking clinging to me, baby, she's greedy."
You gasp, a hiccup of scandalised sound.
"Want you to try, okay? You gonna do that for me?"
"Yeah, Eddie."
"Good girl." You moan, you don't mean to, but he's fucking into your quick and your finger pushes into your clit roughly. Eddie revels in it. "You like that? You like being called a good girl? I fucking knew it."
You frown and start to turn to him. He presses his cheek to your head so you can't, stuck looking down the length of the bed at your trembling legs.
"You looked so flustered, standing all sweet and quiet by the van out front with your thighs squeezed together. You think I didn't see that shit?"
You're limp against him, thighs spread wide as you work into your clit, chasing this new feeling. You can hardly breathe, every exhale a keening moan that has you shame-faced and weepy. You roll your hips to meet his fingers, his hand slapping against your cunt with a slick slap.
"You looked so sweet. Y'always do." He turns his lips to your ear and curls into you until your squealing. "Guess looks can be deceiving."
You're so close, so close. Tendrils of heat curl heavily at your core. "Eddie, I'm- I'm-"
"You wanna cum?"
"Yes," you pant.
He pulls his fingers from your cunt and you're so confused that you stop, your climax slipping away in seconds.
"Sorry, but you have to do it yourself. This is all pointless if you can't get there on your own," he says.
Your chest heaves. "That's mean. You're mean."
"I never claimed otherwise. Here, middle and marriage, babe." He guides your hand to your entrance. You push your fingers inside, your tongue between your lips in concentration. Your fingers aren't as thick as his, they don't feel quite the same, but Eddie pushes your thumb into your clit. "Move your wrist. Feel that? Feel how soft you are? How fucking warm you are?"
You're not nearly as good as he was but every clumsy touch feels electric. You push your thumb into sweeping circles and pant your frustration aloud, feeling close to tears.
"You wanna know what I think about, when I jerk off?" he asks unexpectedly.
You nod, your head moving back into his collar. He rubs the lengths of your arms leisurely, his lazy demeanour in total juxtaposition to your desperation.
"There's this girl that comes to see me," he starts, coloured by a smug amusement. "Sweet thing, soft-spoken, always wearing these pretty clothes looking like something straight out of the movies.
"I think about a lot of things. Her thighs-" One of his hands falls to your thigh in time, massaging, "fuck, just wanna bury my face in them and never come out. Pull down those cotton shorts she's so partial to with the dainty stitching and-" He laughs and his lips part over your shoulder. His teeth scratch up, up, up. "Make her fucking cry my name. Feel those thighs tense up around me."
You're so close your entire body shudders. You slow without meaning to, holding your breath in wait for Eddie to finish his story
He gives you one final push. "Always wondered if she sounds as pretty as she looks when she cums." He kisses the small graze he'd given you mere seconds ago and everything is blue-white with heat. "Gonna clue me in, sweetheart? Gonna cum for me?"
Your eyes close hard and you breathe out, an exhale ragged and weak and mewling. You don't moan so much as sob without tears, tensing up in Eddie's arms as bliss blooms. You pull your hand from your sopping cunt and feel your walls contract around nothing as you cum.
He pulls you close, throbbing cock pressing hard into your back. "Fuck," he hisses, hands placating where they lay.
You go lax, head tipping back as you suck in air that had felt elusive moments ago.
Eddie rubs your arms without saying anything. You cover his hands and try to summon up words.
"Just as pretty as you look," he murmurs.
He's so fuckng nice. So fucking nice, and what? He thinks about you when he jacks off? Since when?
You sit up and drop your chin to your chest, panting still.
"You okay?"
After a few seconds you smile and turn to him, intent on saying, Yes, thank you, and maybe something with more gratitude, something silly, just something. But you can't speak.
His face is close.
Eddie brings a hand to the slope of your rising shoulder, follows a line to the curve of your neck. You look to his eyes and find him staring at your lips unabashedly.
He pulls you into him. You close your eyes.
Eddie Munson tastes like lots of things as he kisses you.
Cigarettes, unavoidable. Under that, sugar. Something sweet but heavy as bourbon vanilla. Your lips part and close in tandem with his, slow and hungry. Your heart races and your fingers are still wet as you twist in his arms and take his face into your hands.
You climb up onto your knees and Eddie doesn't know what to do with you.
He smiles so hard he has to pull away. Not smirking, smiling, a cheek-aching, too-happy smile that softens everything in your chest.
You rub a shaking thumb over his cheek. You don't know if it's because of the post-orgasm rush of hormones or because he just kissed you and now he's smiling like he might do it again.
He does. He kisses you and grabs your waist. His fingers mess with the hem of your shirt and he breaks the kiss short to say, "Take it off?"
You sit back on your knees, feel the mess of wet between your legs spread as you grab at the edge of your shirt and pull it up. Eddie helps though he doesn't need to, and just like that you're shirtless.
"Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening," he says, voice weak in what you suspect is one of his dramatics.
He slides his hands up your sides and stops just below your breasts. His thumbs grace the undersides and his brow puckers. "Fuck," he mouths appreciatively.
You flush head to toe. "Yours, too?" you ask gently.
Eddie reaches back to pull off his shirt. His hair's in total disarray and he runs his hands through it, biceps flexing with the movement, torso taut. The black ink of his tattoos move with him and your eyes eat up every single one.
He catches your eyes where they linger on the volley of bats. "You like that one?"
"I've always liked that one."
He grins and it's honey thick, hands at the small of your back and tugging. You spread your knees wide on impulse and find yourself flush to his chest, his arms locking you into place as he dives in for another kiss. Again you're surprised at how deeply he kisses you, how it ebbs and flows from slow to fast like he's both savouring and gorging himself on your closeness.
You've never been kissed like this. You're weightless. You feel every contiguity between you, the hot and wet of his mouth, the crook of his elbow against the nape of your neck, your nipples peaked against his chest and the length of his dick pushing up into your aching cunt.
"Fucking pretty," he says, pulling back just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth, your chin. He kisses your jaw over and over and over, lips pulling into crescents and then the same word. Pretty.
His mouth opens wide at your throat, teeth scratching lightly as it closes. He sucks your skin between his lips and rolls it, hand spreading wide and palm flat at your shoulder blade. Steadying. .
"That's cute," he says when he pulls away, lips shining.
"What?" you ask, hand drifting up. You poke at the quick-forming contusion.
He nudges it aside with his face as he moves in to further mark up your neck. "You're so fucking pretty," he says, each word separated by a nipping kiss.
His hands are everywhere.
Everything is warm and you can't breathe. You plant your hands at his shoulders and push away from him, and he stops you from falling flat on your back, levelling you with a worried glance.
"Is it too much?" he asks.
"No, I'm just hot. Really hot." You take a big breath and wipe your face with the back of both hands.
"That's true," he says, leaning back against the wall. His hands fall to your thighs. "Are you okay?"
You drop your hands abruptly and can't believe the fondness you're feeling. "You're pretty, too," you tell him. Honest if very shy; meek, entirely sincere. "I'm okay. I want…"
"You want?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I have this fantasy," you begin.
Eddie widens your legs to move from under them. It doesn't surprise you when he comes to lie on your chest, holding his weight off of you with an arm at the side of your ribs. His hair falls and hides the room from view. All you can see is his face, and it's beautiful.
"Tell me about it."
"It's- okay. It's…" You drift off as he dips down to kiss your collar, only chaste pecks but enough to distract you. "It's kind of like this."
"Yeah?" His breath warms your chest. More ditzy kisses.
"I get here and you're coming out of the shower-"
"Tasteful."
"With a towel low on your hips," you add pointedly. It's useless, his sarcasm has pinned you spot on. "And you- you touch me."
Eddie kitten licks the skin he's just nibbled and looks up. "Like this?"
"Like this."
"And after that," his hand moves between you to the zipper of his jeans, the sound of metal clicking metal ringing through the room, "what do I do?"
"You push me down into the bed, and-" You feel the fabric of his jeans rub your thighs as he pulls them down. "You…"
"What do I do, sweetheart?"
"You push my legs up and you fuck me," you confess.
He scrambles back towards his nightstand, a hand on your ankle that says, I'm not going far. "How do I fuck you? Am I rough?"
"Not at first."
There, in his hands, the red plastic of a condom wrapper, bright as a maraschino cherry. He holds it up and you nod.
"Not at first," he murmurs, ripping open the condom, hissing as he pulls it over his weeping cock. It's big – not too thick, but big, surrounded by a thatch of dark curls trimmed neat. "But eventually?"
He rolls it on tight and then there's nothing but this admission of your guiltiest fantasy. You spread your legs without thinking and he pulls you towards him, thumb collecting slick where it's pooled and pushing it up towards your entrance. What's left on his fingers he smears over the length of his shaft. You watch him rub at the head and sigh.
"Eventually," you agree.
His cock rubs up against you as he leans down and pinches your chin between his fingers, lips parted from a sharp gasp and opening further. "Can I fuck you? Is that what you want?"
You nod voraciously.
He gives you a very firm kiss at the highest point of your cheek. "In words."
"Yes, you can fuck me. That's what I want," you say without hesitation.
"You tell me if I do something you don't like," he says, lining up.
"I will," you say earnestly.
Eddie pushes your leg up towards your tummy and holds it there. "Good girl," he praises, and pushes in.
You're already worked open by his hand, your own hand and your climax, and still it's a snug fit. You cross your arm over your chest with your lips bitten hard to stop from making what you anticipate to be a very great and mortifying sound. He takes it slow, real slow, towering over you with his brows furrowed just slightly and his back arching. Every move he makes is accompanied by a careful thrust of his hips. He's rhythm in motion.
"Fuck," he mutters, more than once. He's halfway when you feel that stretch, your pulpy walls accommodating him with little complaint and a lot of pleasure.
You drop your head back against the bed sheets and hug yourself.
Eddie reaches for your hand where its cracking your breast absentmindedly and squeezes your fingers. "How's that?" he asks. "How's that feel?"
You close your eyes. "S'good, Eddie." You lay out your own roll of expletives as he pushes in ever deeper. "You're really- oh," you gasp, "really deep."
"You should see it, babe, pretty pussy gripping my every fucking inch." He leans down and his cock fills another inch of you. Your fingers ache with how hard he's squeezing them, and you look up to find his eyes on yours. "I'm gonna fill you up, okay? You gonna be a good girl for me and take it?"
You blink and your lashes feel heavy with tears. "Yeah. I can take it. I can take it."
"I know," he says, hovering over you, close enough to hug if you wanted to.
He grabs your side and his thumb pushes into the soft swell of your breast, his grip tightening as he fits those last inches of his cock inside you. You rub your cheek against his bedsheets, your head fuzzy from being so full. He takes your bared neck as an opportunity and ducks into the juncture of it and his face fits there like it was made to, his nose bobbing against the column of your throat as he starts to fuck into you. His hips roll, a mess of his sticky pubes kissing your clit.
This close you can smell him, the heavy scents of pot and smoke, the sweet nutty smell of oil clinging to his hair. Sweat, as you imagine you smell of too, and sex. The room is filled with it, the smells and the sounds of his thighs thudding into yours.
"Eddie- Eddie," you whimper, muffled by the sheets beneath you.
He pushes in deep and rubs his nose into your skin emphatically. "What's wrong, hm? What's got you all wound up?"
You wrap your arms around his back. You're not sure if you're allowed to but you're hardly thinking ahead – you can't. Every thrust, every movement he makes is at the forefront of your mind, commanding all of your attention. The tickling of his hair against the side of your face. The skipping of the chains of his necklace where it teases your neck.
"Babe?" he asks, pulling back to turn your head. He stills inside you.
You protest, loud and completely unlike yourself. "Eddie, don't stop. Please don't." Your hands push into his shoulder blades. He ruts in at your request, thumb rubbing your cheek. "Feels so good," you say. You trip over your praise, voice breaking.
He starts up again, whispering, "Do you want me to hold your leg up, pretty girl?" and, "Taking me so well- taking it so fucking well," and, worse, "Fuck, sweetheart, just like that," when you tigthen around him.
You weave your fingers into the messy crush of black curls surrounding his face, careful not to tug as you covet the back of his head and nape of his neck, scratching his scalp lightly with one hand as the other strokes his side.
Your moans become a half-sobbing sort of mess, quiet and desperate, drawn out of you with every tap of his cock into your soft spot. When he finds it he can't not search for it, rutting into it over and over until you can't produce anything but an unintelligible stream of babble and happy sighs.
He laps lazily at your neck, the stretch of skin dampened and stinging from love bites. He thrusts in hard and hits something sweet that has you clinging to him.
"You smell good," he says into your skin.
Your hips ache with pleasure. "I must taste pretty good," you say. What, with how he's willing to nibble on you like this.
He squeezes your neck and narrows his eyes at you playfully. "I intend to find out." He moves down until your lips are a hair's width from touching. "Bet you taste as sweet as everything else."
You lift your chin and kiss him, dedicating your affections to his top lip. He groans into your mouth, hips moving slow and thrusts shallow when suddenly they're not. His cock drags out slowly and slams in deep, his pelvis hitting into yours.
You keen into the kiss, gentle and at odds with his fucking. His fingers find your ear and his thumb follows down the shell until he's pinching your earlobe, a split-second touch that melts you into putty. He pulls away from the kiss and inhales loudly, his fingers under your ear and pushing your face to the side so that he can wade in from a new angle.
You curl your fingers around his wrist and let yourself be kissed and fucked and touched. Anything he wants to do, he can do.
Eddie breaks the kiss.
"What did I taste like?" you ask breathlessly.
He traces an invisible teardrop down your cheek with the back of his pinky finger. "Oh, sweetheart," he says quietly, lowering his lips to the shell of your ear. "That's not where I meant."
Another hard thrust. You gasp at the dull aching spreading through your tummy and Eddie softens slightly, not so deep but just as fast, faster, his cheek to your cheek as he works you open. His rugged panting in your ear is everything you need. You force your hand between your body and Eddie's and search for the wet mess of your clit, chasing quick circles into the swollen bump.
Eddie realises what's happening and his fucking turns desperate. "You gonna cum again? Shit- keep touching, I'll get you there, fucking promise you." He's hardly pulling out an inch before he's rutting back in, kicking up the speed until all you can feel is pleasure again.
Eddie slows down as you cum, moaning as you tighten around him. He pushes away from you to kneel between your legs again, eyes locking onto your cunt obstinately, his panting loud as he drags his cock in and out.
"Insane," he mumbles, hands coasting down your legs until he's grasping the fat of your thighs and pulling you back onto his cock. "You're insane."
As if proving it, his hands rove the hills and troughs of your torso, your skin clammy underhand, his hips moving mindlessly. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and blink back into focus.
"Are you close?" you ask him, whispering.
You're lucky he can hear you with the music he's playing and the sounds of your slick hole being stretched. Eddie tucks a lock of sweat-dark hair behind his ear and his eyes pause in their reverential searching to meet yours.
He peels your hand off of your mouth and holds it.
"Fucking teetering, babe. Been close ever since I felt you wrapped around my fingers." He pulls your hand and you take it as a cue to try and sit up. Eddie helps you into his lap, your thighs straddling his thighs, slipping down his length until you're stuffed to bursting.
You hide your face in his shoulder and he rubs your back. "You're okay," he says sympathetically, "I got you. You just sit pretty, there's a good girl."
You wrap your arms around his neck and try your best to bounce on his cock as he thrust up into you, a steady pace that turns sloppy. You rake your hands through his curls and kiss at the curve of his neck down to the slope of his shoulder, dizzied and cock-drunk, totally fucked out. You hum into your kisses with every prodding of his mushroom tip against your deepest spot, rambling nonsense at him in a way you hope is making a difference.
"Fucking me so good," you mumble, equal parts tearful and euphoric, lips wet and spreading a shine like frost in the sun over his lean shoulder. "So good, Eddie. Thought about this too much."
"Yeah?" he asks, sounding like a different person. Voice rough as hewn stone and hands bruising where they grip you, his heavy sack slapping into you with every sluggish rock of his hips. "Good as you pictured? M'I fucking you like you wanted?"
"Better," you say sincerely.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he says, and he's close, you know he is.
You roll your pelvis in circles and try your hardest, aflame as you plead, "Cum for me, please? Please, Eddie, wanna feel it."
Despite your shy intonation Eddie goes rigid. He fucks in with one final thrust that sends shocks deep to your core and spreading out, cutting your happy little gasp short as he pulls your head tight to his neck. His hips twitch underneath you and he's making sounds that are going to haunt you, whiney, begging moans over your head.
Eddie's tight hold on you slowly loosens. You're breathing fast, finally out of motion. Your thighs burn where they're spread over his lap and you squirm unintentionally.
He pulls your neck back from his shoulder and looks over your face, concern lining the soft set of his eyes. He cups your cheek in question.
"I'm okay," you say softly. "I'm more than okay. That was amazing."
"It was amazing," he agrees, caught off guard.
"Yeah."
You shift backwards and the two of you wince at the sensitivity. You ease your legs open and Eddie pulls out, pumping the sticky shaft once. His eyes flutter closed.
You move off of his lap and turn to the side so you can stretch out your aching legs. Eddie follows suit, collapsing off of his knees and onto his back, the pillow behind him keeping him propped up.
You watch him ease the condom off of his cock curiously, White cum has smeared and drips down the length of him, his pubes tangled by a mixture of your slick and his.
He spots you watching and smiles. "What, sweetness? What are you thinking about?"
"I made you cum."
His eyebrows jump but quickly smooth. "I think I went blind, for a second."
You giggle at his hyperbole and he pulls you down against his chest, your side pressing into his navel. Your cheek to the space shy of his heart.
His hand comes to rest on your forehead.
"Do you really think about me?" you ask, knowing the answer.
"Every night."
You close your eyes and hide your smile in his skin. He chuckles and wraps you up in one arm, his hand a firm pressure as he massage the dipped plane of your back.
Nestling your cheek into his chest, you say, "I think about it, too. All the time."
"Uh-huh. Maybe we can make some more of those racy thoughts a reality. What was that one about me coming out of the shower?"
You like this casual conversation and decide to try and make him laugh, stretching your words out low. "Well, you're coming out of the shower, and your towel slips open-" There, his bumping laughter at your over the top salaciousness.
"That's awful. Most cliche, overdone, cheap porno concept ever," he chastens.
"I never said I was creative."
"What happens after that?"
"The towel gets swept away by a sudden gust of wind, so I have to cover you. With my body."
He bursts. There's no other word to describe it, his back arches with the force of his laughter and he holds his fist to his mouth, shaking and giggling like an idiot.
"Where's the wind coming from?" he questions incredulously.
"I don't know! The window?"
"Oh my god," he says. He hooks his hand under your arm and pulls you up his chest, dotting a fond kiss to your forehead as you near. "And after that?"
"Well, I told you that part."
"Right, we hook up, but after that."
You clench your fists, insecure. "After?"
He brings the hand that isn't loving the length of your back to your face, stroking the skin under your chin with the backs of his index and middle finger, the flat of his fingernails sliding gently in a soothing back and forth.
"I guess it's kind of like this," you answer eventually.
"Does fantasy Eddie get another kiss, too? Or does he- do they stop, afterwards?"
"It's a fantasy. The kisses never stop," you tell him. Adrenaline must linger in your veins; you can barely speak.
His expression becomes impassive, and a lull in the conversation blossoms. He searches your face for something and you don't know what, but he must find it, because he dips down and kisses you chaste on the lips.
Your hands are back to tentative as they explore his neck. Your fingertips grace the curves of his throat and then sink behind, into the dampened mess of his hair.
He stays chaste, dainty kisses, pulling back to dot them against your lips over and over.
"Eddie," you say softly, "what are you doing?"
"It feels like kissing," he says, tone a mirror of your own.
You huff a laugh against his lips and kiss back.
Later, after more kisses than you could ever count and an hour dozing on his chest whilst his hand rubbed circles into your tired back, you get dressed into your clothes that he likes so much and slip your goodie bag into the belly of your strappy purse.
"Don't go over the top with it, alright?" he says, watching the green bud dissappear.
Jeans back in place and still bare-chested, Eddie sits on the end of his bed and scratches the back of his neck. You give him a grateful smile. "No, I won't. I actually think I might sleep really well tonight without it."
He smirks. "I bet you will."
Eddie walks with you to the front porch. You'd linger if you didn't have to go, and you're pretty sure he'd let you. There's a fraction of awkward silence.
"See you later," you say, walking sideways down one step, another.
Eddie catches your hand. It takes you a second to realise what he's done: forced your crumpled thirty dollars back into your hand. Your heart misses a beat and you feel your stomach plumet – you hadn't fucked him for the free pot.
"Eddie-"
"My girl can't pay for her own supply. That's not happening."
You take one step up. "Your girl?"
He has the good graces to look nervous. "If you wanna be."
You don't know how to answer. He looks pretty like this in the last dregs of sunshine, big brown eyes waiting patiently for you to say something, hand clutching his elbow. It doesn't feel entirely real.
You step on tip toes and work your hands behind his neck to kiss his cheek before rubbing your forehead against his chin. "I'll come by tomorrow?" you ask hopefully. He relaxes under your weight.
"Any time you want. I'll take you some place nice, if you're up for it."
You set back on your heels and pull away. "You don't need to go all fancy on me, Munson." You're happy to get stoned and eat burgers on the couch.
He looks you up and down, eyes catching on the flanks of your thighs before he takes in your face. His smile is almost dorky when he says, "No I- I think I do. I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl."
You nod with an aching smile and are a little ways away when he smugly calls, "Sleep well!"
After the lesson he just gave you, you're sure you will.
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Contains: genderbending, praise kink, slight dom/sub undertones (dom!eddie), jewelry kink? (steve likes eddie rings), choking to the most minor degree, aftercare -let me know what I missed!
Summary: “This is cute.” Eddie says with an impish grin up at Steve. She’s paused her advance to hover over Steves hips and toy with the little black bow at the waistband of her blue and black laced underwear. Steve shoves at her shoulder with a scoff and mutters a “Shut your mouth, Munson.”
“What,” it’s annoyingly -endearingly- drawn out, “I’m serious sweetheart, it is cute as fuck.” And as if to punctuate the statement she leans down to press a kiss to the little thing before taking it between her teeth and tugging it up, the waistband coming with it and then letting it snap back against Steve’s hips.
Word count: 4.2k
Notes: Genderbending isn’t really usually my thing but I had this very specific scenario snippet in my head and also I’m fixated on Stranger Things rn. I have brain rot so fuck me here we are. I didn’t change their names tho cause idk feels weird so… cope ig? /JK lol
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They’re at Steve’s house, tangled up with each other in her bedsheets and watching some weird horror movie that Eddie had picked up from Family Video earlier that day when Steve was on shift.
It was a slow burner kind of movie and Steve was starting to get bored from sitting so long- and if she’s being honest, the movie kinda sucks. Her leg had started rocking back and forth like 20 minutes in, but now her hands are getting antsy too, unconsciously playing with the rings on Eddie’s hand that’s clasped in her own. She twists and slides them around, and taps them to make them clink dully against her bitten off nails.
She loves these rings. She tells Eddie all the time how pretty her hands look all decorated up, but she’ll probably never directly admit just how much she loves them.
And they make great little fidget toys, so yet another plus to add.
Preoccupied with slipping the ring on Eddie’s pinkie off and on, Steve doesn’t even notice when she looks down to watch her with a dimpled grin. That is until she wiggles her fingers and teases, “Having fun there Harrington?”
Steve jumps a little and looks over to Eddie, her face tingling with the beginnings of a blush, “Oh, sorry Ed’s, didn’t mean to bother you or anything.”
“You’re not bothering, love, just thought it was cute.” She says, pulling Steve’s now stilled hand up to press a kiss to it. “Are you getting bored? I didn't think the movie was that bad.”
“Oh no! I mean it's not great but I’m okay. Just happy to be here.” She says, squeezing Eddie’s hand and smiling at her.
“Jesus, I could eat you Harrington. You’re disturbingly sweet sometimes.” Eddie rumbles, leaning to kiss all over and around Steve’s nose.
Steve scrunches up her nose and tilts her head back, “Ed’s,” she drags out the S, “I thought I was badass? What happened?”
“Oh you can be both darling, you are definitely both.” Eddie’s kissing at her jaw, “Sorry I picked a bad movie,” and as an afterthought, “and also for interrupting your ring obsessing.”
“It is not obsessing! I just think they’re pretty and also fun to play with.”
“Mhm,” she grips Steve’s jaw to bring her face back down, said rings digging softly into Steve’s skin and making her lips pucker slightly, “well, you’re pretty and fun to play with too, what a great pair.”
Steve is effectively bright red, fumbling and mumbling as she tries to form words.
Eddie kisses her. Slow and sultry, sucking pecks at her lips, and Steve is immediately responsive and pliant, lips parting to breathe Eddie in, taking everything she gives as it comes. Eddie nibbles on her bottom lip as she slides her hand down her jaw to rest at the base of her neck, applying only enough pressure to make the presence known. It makes Steve lightheaded either way.
Pulling away she says, “Look at that, my rings look even better here. Like a pretty little necklace for my pretty girl.” Her eyes are half lidded and hungry as she looks down while squeezing a little firmer, smirking as she meets Steve’s eyes again when she hears her punched out and breathless whimper. She’s very pleased at how gone looking the brunette is staring back at her in shocked arousal, her jaw hanging slightly open to pant out little puffs of air and her pupils blown wide.
Steve swallows thickly, glancing over to the still playing movie and breathily stating, “Well, this is certainly much better.” Giggling cheekily, she leans up to kiss Eddie this time, tilting her head just right to allow Eddie in and groaning when their tongues meet.
Eddie shifts up to kneel over Steve while she sucks on her tongue, hand from her throat now resting beside her head and the other already snaking under Steve’s sweater to pet down her side. Steve’s hands are wrapped around her neck and buried in her hair, tugging at her as if she can pull their mouths closer somehow.
“Eager are we, babydoll?” Eddie whispers breathily against her lips, her eyes squinting from the coy smile plastered on her face.
Dragging her nails over Eddie’s scalp in warning, Steve grumbles under her, “I could always change my mind.”
“Oh no-no-no princess, trust me” Eddie’s quick to backtrack, licking over Steve’s lips and sinking her teeth into her bottom one, gripping her hips to tug them up firmly against her own, “I’m eager too.”
Steve shivers, immediately letting go of any pretend defiance as she wraps her legs around Eddies waist and merely whispers “You’re such a dork Ed’s” against the elders lips before letting her mouth fall compliant and inviting to Eddie's insistent tongue.
It’s filthy, Eddie’s tongue darting between her lips and soothing over her lips every time she nips at them, and Steve is so happy to let her have her way and do as she pleases, letting out frequent little gasps and pleased hums.
Eddie’s hands have returned to fumbling under Steves sweater, scratching her nails gently down her back and sides and gripping firmly to drag Steve’s hips to press against her own. Eventually, she shoves the soft fabric up to Steve’s throat when she deems it in the way of her hands path up, up, up, to their destination of Steve’s breasts, flesh soft and barrierless from her lack of a bra in her pajama attire.
Eddie’s eyes are dark and focused when she pulls back and teases with slow featherlight touches on Steve’s chest, barely dragging her fingertips over sensitive skin, teasing around and over her quickly pebbling nipples. Steve arches up to meet her every touch and she’s looking up at Eddie with big, brown doe eyes swimming with want, begging for a firmer touch. And a firmer touch does finally come- in the form of Eddie leaning down to sink her teeth into the fat of the top of Steve’s left tit as her other hand cups around the right to roll her nipple harshly between her thumb and pointer.
Steve moans wantonly, her legs tighting their hold around Eddies hips. Her fingers dig into Eddie’s shoulders, pulling closer as Eddie begins to lap and suck soothingly at the indents in her chest, before deciding to drag her mouth down to nibble and lick over her nipple while her fingers work at twisting and tugging roughly on her other one.
She stays like that for a while, pawing at Steve’s chest, switching between mouth and hand on each breast. She’s enjoying her squirming and desperate gasps for more way too much, but eventually she starts to tug at the shorts resting at Steve’s hips.
“This starting to feel a little unfair,” Steve says when Eddie’s leans up to finish pulling her shorts off, flushing and motioning to their varying states of undress. She points to Eddie’s dark colored sweatpants, “you too.”
“Okay, but only if you finish losing the sweater sweetheart.”
“But you still have on-“ Eddie lifts a brow at her before she can finish flubbing out the words sports bra, sitting up to help her with her sweater, “fine.”
Eddie makes well on her word and kicks off her pants, grinning down cockily at Steve drinking in the minuscule reveal of flesh like a drowned woman, before kneeling back between Steve’s legs. She gives her lips a chaste kiss before returning to her task of marking up Steve’s abdomen, a pattern of grazing nips of the teeth and soothing kisses trailing their way down slowly but surely.
“This is cute.” Eddie says with an impish grin up at Steve. Her advances have paused as she now hovers over Steves hips, toying with the little black bow at the waistband of her blue with black lace underwear.
Steve shoves at her shoulder and drops her head to the side, hiding her gaze and demurely muttering a “Shut your mouth, Munson.”
“What,” it’s annoyingly -endearingly- drawn out, “I’m serious sweetheart, it is cute as fuck.” And to punctuate the statement she leans down to press a kiss to the little thing before taking it between her teeth and tugging it up, the waistband coming with it, and then letting it snap back against Steve’s hips. Then shes coming back up, and trailing butterfly kisses and the occasional nibble of her teeth all the way back up until she reaches her mouth to devour her yet again.
It’s messier, Eddie now focused on playing with the laced edges of Steve’s panties, and Steve herself thoroughly distracted by the soft touches of Eddie’s fingers pulling and pushing at sheer lace.
Steve pulls away to shudder out, “Eddie.” An attempt to voice her want, her need, but it gets no response, Eddie just moves to mouth at her jaw and grips a handful of her ass under the thin fabric. “Eddie, I swear to god if you don’t-“ she’s cut off by Eddie using her grip on her ass to manhandle her into a harsh grind of their hips.
“Patients, Stevie. Be patient.” She says it in a light tone, but its most definitely a demand so Steve shuts her mouth and lets Eddie do her thing.
Her thing is apparently shuffling back down the bed again to hold herself up on one elbow, the hand attached gripping at her hip, and use the other hand to pull a thigh up and lean in to start sinking her teeth into the skin there, licking over the pink blotches that bleed to the surface of her skin. She trails so close to where Steve really really needs her, can feel her tongue at the edges of her lace and her breath ghosting over her where her panties are soaked and plastered over her core.
She makes the mistake of trying to shift her hips to grind against Eddie’s wandering toungue.
With a click of her tongue and a swift movement to kneel up and away Eddie grips her hips and holds her down hard against the mattress, fingers almost digging hard enough to bruise.
“Ah ah ah Stevie-love, I told you to wait.” Her eyes are bright with fake disappointment, but she can’t hide how smug she is, especially not when her dimples pop as her lips curve into a smirk. Steve wants to bite her teeth into her bottom lip and wipe that look of her dumb face. In a sing-song croon, “Now we have to start over.”
And start over she does, beginning a fresh trail of kisses at Steve’s sternum. Admittedly, she makes much quicker progress this time and soon she’s pulling up Steve’s other thigh and leaning back down to make it match the other.
Steve fights so hard this time to keep still, especially when Eddie’s finally made it back down to the edges of her underwear. Her lip is clutched tightly between her teeth and her eyes are scrunched closed to focus solely on not moving for Eddie- she might even be forgetting how to breathe right with how focused she is on not shifting her hips. All she knows is that she needs to do what Eddie says, she needs to stay still. She needs to be good.
Eddie chuckles, the puff of air shocking Steve and making her jump. “You’re doing so good, baby, thank you.” She mixes the praise with a feather-light run of her ringed knuckles over the concealed seam of her lips, such an easy target with Steve’s underwear completely plastered to every crevice. Steve full on gasps and her legs involuntarily twitch to close, to try and hold and deepen the pressure, but Eddie’s hands are quicker to force them to stay open. Eddie’s chuckling again, it’s mocking. It makes Steve blush and squirm.
Switching to dragging her thumb- still also ringed holy fuck- ever so gently across where Steves clit would be through fabric and the flesh of her lips. Eddies back to mouthing at the top laced edge of Steve’s panties, teeth pulling at the lace and bow.
These underwear were going to be ruined for Steve forever, she’ll only be able to think of Eddie tonguing at the bow.
Eddie leans up when Steve starts whimpering in frustration, her eyes watery with it and her hips shifting to their own accord- well not completely their own but so what if Steve’s playing it up a little. “P-please Eds,” shes got a grip on the wrist of the hand at her crotch now, “N-Need something… need more. Hurts Eds. Aches”
“Aw baby, you need it that bad? My sweet, poor little thing.” It’s said in a completely mocking tone with a faux frown to match, but Steve knows that it’s all for show, she’s already got the palm of her hand on Steve’s lower stomach, slowly but surely slinking lower to slip under her underwear. “I’ll give you what you need Stevie-love, don’t worry.” She whispers in Steve’s ear when the tips of her fingers begin to just barely graze dark, course hairs.
Eddie flips her hand and slips her fingers over to hook into the side of her panties at her hip, slowly unsticking them from her and beginning to drag them down her thighs. They’re nearly off but get stuck on one foot and Steve giggles as she kicks them away somewhere in the room.
“Gotta take these off too,” Eddie says wiggling her ringed fingers in the air, “I know how much you like them, but it's not very sanitary, sorry love.” And she makes a show of it, slowly pulling each ring off one by one and leaving them to find home on the nearby nightstand.
When she’s done, Eddie returns to rest her head on Steve’s thigh as her fingers return to her cunt. She groans at the sight of glistening strands of thick hair, running her thumb over Stves folds again without the barrier of cloth, “Fuck you’re soaked princess.” Eddie growls into her thigh as she prys Steve’s lips open with her thumb. Her gaze is so heavy on Steve’s skin, and so full of hunger when she looks up to meet her eyes again, Steve feels like prey trembling under her, waiting for her to strike and eat her whole. It’s not a long wait before she does.
Eddie secures one thigh on her shoulder and pushes the other up against Steve’s stomach to spread her open. She finds Steve’s hand and presses it to the back of her thigh with a command for her to hold it up, and then leans down to run a flattened tongue through her drenched folds. She’s overwhelmed with the deep and musky scent and flavor, her brain short circuiting a moment and all she can think is Steve, Steve, Steve… It’s only made worse when she processes Steve’s cute little gasp, but she clicks back in when Steve’s back begins to arch up and she reaches up to hold her down.
With her free hand Eddie holds Steve’s folds the rest of the way open while she gets to work, dragging her tongue across core and clit, her lips, chin and cheeks getting absolutely drenched in the process. She knows it’s no where near enough to work Steve up to anything more then further frustration, but if anything Eddie would love that- a crying and begging Steve is always the most marvelous of sights. But she really has been so good for Eddie so she’ll treat her tonight.
She switches the majority of her focus to Steve’s clit, passing her tongue in heavy, languid circles and occasionally dipping back down to tease at her entrance before focusing again. When Eddie suddenly presses a sucking kiss to her clit she is so glad and yet so disappointed for the hand holding Steve down, preventing a hard buck into her face and providing the feeling of Steve’s stomach jumping under her palm. “Fuck,” Steve whimpers out, “do- do that again please.” So Eddie does, switching between sucking and lapping at the swollen nerves.
Eddie waits till Steve is a shuddering and twitching mess before bringing her fingers back into the mix. She nudges two digits against Steve’s entrance, teasing around a moment before sliding the two long fingers inside and smirking a little when Steve moans at the sudden stretch.
She looks up to make eye contact with Steve on the first slow and firm drag of her fingers against her upper walls, disappointed when she can’t find her eyes with her head tossed back like it is. The knuckles of her free hand between her teeth is a disappointing discovery as well, with the way it’s muffling her noises.
“So that’s why you’ve been so quiet,” Eddie says, barely pulling her mouth away to talk, “hand.” She demands, flipping the hand on Steve’s stomach over. When she’s got a grasp on the other girls hand she brings it to her hair, making Steve’s fingers lace through it. She’s firm, but not unkind when she commands, “Leave it there, you know I like hearing you baby. And look at me too, I wanna see your beautiful face.”
“Okay,” Steve’s hand finds actual purchase in her hair, “‘m sorry.”
“That’s okay babydoll, nothing to be sorry for.” She presses a sweet kiss to Steve’s clit, then pauses again to wink up at her and poke her tongue out goofily, “and pull as much as you’d like, you know I like it.”
Then she’s back to it, abusing puffy nerves with her tongue and working her fingers at a steady, unyielding pace against Steve’s walls.
There’s a flood of curses and whimpers from Steve now, and a mantra of Eddie’s name or branching nicknames pouring from her lips. Eddie’s stilling hold on her hips is so deliciously frustrating as her hips twitch to move, to try to grind into her face, grind into the sensations, but she can’t and is forced to just take what she’s given.
When Steve’s thighs start to quake and press in around Eddie’s head, and the hand in her hair fists tight and her moans grow breathy, Eddie doubles down on her efforts against her clit and curling her fingertips against the spongy nerves inside Steve. She keeps the motions going steady when Steve’s walls begin to clench around her fingers and she shivers through her orgasm, pulling hard on her hair and crying out “Fuck Ed’s!” as her cunt seeps fluid over Eddie’s face and hand.
Eddie drags her through a lengthy orgasm, not letting up until Steve’s tugging at her hair and pleading. Eddie’s an obscenely gorgeous sight when she sits up, her face shining and a victorious, toothy grin on her face- it makes Steve’s heart clench with unconditional love, as well as her cunt in half-hearted arousal, still too soon for her to actually be ready to go again. She tiredly smiles back at her lover, reaching out to cup her face when she starts leaning back up to her, pulling her in for a slow kiss, humming as she tastes herself on Eddie’s lips.
“Good?” Eddie breaks away to ask in a breath, leaning their foreheads together.
“Mmmm very.” Steve smiles up at her, brushing their noses together. “Your turn?” Steve always asks before reciprocating when they have moments like this, knowing that sometimes Eddie just wants to pull her apart and take care of her and leave it at that.
“Only if you want to princess, I’m fine either way.” She’s smiling and pressing kisses to the corner of Steve’s lips.
“Of course I do.” Steve grins at her excitedly, quickly making a move to flip them and start shimmying down when Eddie stops her.
“We could sit up, but I want you to stay up here with me.”
“Okay.” Steve says, gently smooching Eddie’s nose before wiggling to rest her back against the headboard and pulling Eddie into her lap, resting their foreheads together again.
Their kisses this time are a lot less hungry and messy, more languid and slow now, but still full of fire that continues to go straight to Eddie’s cunt. Before now she had been ignoring the dampness spreading in the thin fabric of the black boy-short cut underwear she was wearing.
Steve’s hands stroke over Eddie’s sides and stomach, tracing the tattoos littered around with fluttery fingers. She breaks their kiss to gaze down at her trailing fingers, finding purchase and tugging at the bottom of Eddie’s sports bra, looking up at her and waiting for approval which comes in Eddie just lifting her arms up and smiling challengingly at Steve, clearly giving the go ahead.
After slipping the fabric off Steve bends to press a kiss to the center of Eddie’s chest, hands slipping up her sides to cup both breasts in her hands. Steve loves everything about Eddie, but when it comes to boobs, especially Eddie’s perfect, little perky tits -pierced, too- Steve is no better than a pubescent teenage boy with a dirty magazine.
She thumbs over pierced nipples, kissing her way to one side and flicking her tongue over one, pulling slightly at the metal jewelry with her teeth and fingers to make Eddie groan. But, she knows she can’t spend too long here, Eddie’s already been waiting for so long and made it clear she wants Steve to be in kissing reach, so Steve gives one last tug with her teeth before leaving it up to her hands as she returns to her lovers mouth.
Continuing to grope her chest with one hand Steve’s other hand begins the decent down Eddie’s abdomen, pausing to let Eddie readjust her knees to be able to kneel higher before -in a mimic of Eddie earlier- Steve snaps the waistband of her black underwear and says against her lips, “These are cute.” Eddie bites the tip of her nose in retaliation, making Steve giggle sweetly.
She rests their foreheads together and makes sure to keep eye contact with Eddie when she scoops her hand under the sticky fabric and starts to trace over her. She covers the outside of Eddie’s cunt entirely with her palm before digging in and dragging her finger up though her folds, catching briefly on her rim and clit. Eddie’s intakes a sharp breath, hips immediately jerking.
Now, Steve knows Eddie is too sensitive to take direct and focused stimulation to her clit so Steve works around it, circling just at the edge of it or using her fingers to cover and gently stimulate the whole area. It’s in one of these whole coverage moves that Steve drops her hand to dip her middle finger inside Eddie, and then quickly slips a second in with the first when Eddie gasps against her cheek.
Steve starts slowly, not dragging her fingers out of Eddie almost at all and instead firmly rocking her hand back and forth, using her palm to continue to gently stimulate her clit and keeping her fingers pressed firmly against the nerves right above her enterance, her underwear now holding taut around her hand.
Eddie huffs punched out breaths and moans against Steve’s neck, hands on her shoulders, and grinds her hips down into Steve’s hand to make the motions deeper and harder. She grips Steve’s jaw and drags her into another kiss, her moans getting tangled in teeth and tongue.
Steve works her hand faster, Eddie speeding up her grind to match pace and they have to pull apart so Eddie can breathe, both looking down to watch the obscene image of Steve’s hand at work through tight underwear and Eddie’s bouncing breasts, Steve’s hand still cupped over one.
“Yes, just like that babydoll.” Eddie hisses out, sounding completely breathless, “Good girl.” Steve moans at the praise.
When Eddie’s orgasm begins to approach she drags Steve closer to her by her shoulders, arching so their chests are pressed together while still leaving Steve’s hand enough room to move at her cunt. Steve’s dedicated-tit-hand till this point moves around to rest on her arched spine. Their foreheads are constantly knocking together as Eddie rocks her hips even faster against Steve’s hand and the air between them grows humid with their shared breaths.
Eddie’s eyes clench shut and her legs threaten to give out on her when she comes, her underwear and Steve’s fingers dampening further as she grinds herself through it. She twitches to a stop when it becomes to much and grabs Steve’s wrist to hold her in place a moment while she breaths.
Steve’s smiling a sweet smile at her and petting down her back with her other hand, waiting for Eddie to come back down. When she’s ready Eddie lets go of her wrist and lets her pull her fingers out, which she then brings up to her mouth to lick clean.
“Fuck baby, you keep that up and we’re never going to bed.” Steve grins at her and makes more of a show of sliding her tongue over every crevice before sucking her fingers into her mouth for extra measure. “God, I should wreck you. Just you wait Harrington.” Eddie says with a pinch to Steve’s hip before slipping out of her lap and off the bed to stretch. “C’mon, lets go shower, unlike you I forgot to clean off my hand so you have your own cum all over your shoulder.”
Now that Steve’s focus’s on it she can definitely feel it dried there. She’s immediately up and following Eddie like a lost puppy to the bathroom.
The shower is warm, and they take turns washing each others hair and bodies, completely trusting in each other to take good care of each. And after, Steve does both of their hair care, combing Eddie’s wet curls now before they dry, scrunching mouses and other hair products in before braiding both their hair. And then Eddie does skin, gently moisturizing both their faces and then rubbing lotion down both their bodies, making sure to massage at Steve’s shoulders and neck where she knows the girl gets sore, and getting cheeky for a bit when she rubs lotion on her ass. It ends with sharing a few soft kisses while they help pull each others clothes on.
They kick the comforter off at the end of the bed to wash tomorrow and crawl in with Steve’s favorite fuzzy blanket wrapped around their tangled forms. They whisper and giggle to each other for a while after, Eddie pressing kisses all over Steve’s face, before settling down to fall asleep, hands clasped together between them.
Nearly unconscious, Steve hears Eddie whisper “I love you my pretty girl.” She can only manage something that sounds like a mumbled ‘Mmmtmm’ before she falls asleep.
