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absolutely dying this is so good

i need one where the readers dad walks in on them and eddie going at it. like all fours hand around theirs neck, pulling them back on his cock. and they just keep going whether they hear him come in or not

OKAY BUT IMAGINE THIS WITH CATHOLIC!READER—

they’re just going the fuck at it in her room. i mean, they are not being quiet at all—she’s moaning, the headboard is banging when they get around to fucking, he’s saying some filthy & blasphemous shit, you name it. i’m thinking her parents were at a late church function, so no one was home and they weren’t expected to return for a long time. she’s in nothing but the guitar pick & rings necklace he gave her a week prior, and he’s got his head between her legs for awhile as he eats her pussy so wildly & messily that she’s seeing stars. it’s probably some of the craziest sex they’ve had, absolutely no question about it; her guard is coming down more & more, and she’s able to really let loose now. it fucking shows, and eddie is loving every goddamn second of it.

when it’s time for them to have sex, he says that he wants to try a new position with her. he calls it the “god position,” because she’s on all fours while he absolutely pounds her from behind. she’s fucking loving it, too; his hands around her throat, choking her as he slams into her at a fast pace, one hand moving to occasionally slap her ass, both of his hands grabbing her hips and crashing then into his as he fucks her. he’s got her hair wound in his freed fist at one point, yanking her head up with a grin.

“has your god ever made you feel this fucking good?” he rasps in her ear, snapping his hips against her ass. “has he ever stuck his long, thick cock inside of you like this and made you scream?”

“no,” she manages around the grip he has on her throat, her eyes rolling back as he rams into her g-spot. “never. fucking never.”

“that’s what I thought,” he says, biting her neck after he let her go. “tell me you’ve sinned. tell me you fucked up because you were praying to him. say it just the way i fucking like.”

“f-forgive…mmm…forgive me, father, for i have sinned,” she pants, moaning as he reaches around to rub her clit. “it’s been…three days since my last…my last confession…”

“and what did you do, hm?” eddie asks, spanking her hard when she doesn’t speak. “tell me, or i’ll get the paddle.”

“i worshiped a false idol,” she breathes. “i…i prayed to a false god, one that wasn’t you.”

“and what else?” eddie asks, his hand wrapping around her throat again.

“i don’t—“ she begins, but he cuts off her air before she can finish.

they’re so caught up in everything that she doesn’t hear her dad coming in downstairs. she doesn’t hear her mom coming in behind him, talking excitedly about the function they just returned from. all she can hear is the sound of slapping skin, of eddie’s moans, heavy breathing, and his spanking, of the deliciously blasphemous shit he’s saying in her ear as he mercilessly fucks into her dripping pussy. the headboard is somehow banging on the wall, and eddie is not being quiet at all when he says his next statement.

“do you think your false god is watching you right now?” he asks, choking her hard as she gasps around his grip. “think he can see his little angel getting her shit fucked up? what do you think he would say? personally, i think he would be jealous that i get to sink my dick into such a sweet, wet pussy every day.”

he lets go of her when she claws at his hand, and his lips press against the small marks that form on the sides. he kisses it hard, moaning against her neck as he slams her onto his cock. she’s moaning more freely now, sounding like something out of one of those dirty movies the two of them often watched together. she’s loud and careless, and he’s calling her a filthy little harlot as he drills into her cunt with both hands around her throat yet again. she’s drooling, practically cock drunk as his necklace beats against her skin with every thrust.

“gonna make you forget that asshole exists, baby,” he purrs in her ear. “gonna make you know & worship only me. i don’t care how long it fucking takes; i’ll do this forever, if i have to.”

“eddie,” she moans, trying to fuck herself further on him. i—“

but she never gets a chance to complete her sentence. at that time, her bedroom door is thrown open rather violently, and her father is standing in the doorway. he looks angry, his eyes blazing and fists balled at his sides as he looks at the scene in front of him. she screams and tries to cover herself, but eddie isn’t pulling out. he’s still balls-deep inside of her, his dick & parts of his thighs wet from just how drenched her cunt is, a look of shock on his face that soon turns to indifference. his thrusts stopped the moment her dad walked in, but now they’re slowly starting again as she buries her face in embarrassment.

“don’t mind us, sir,” eddie says with a smirk. “just breaking her into a new religion, that’s all.”

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Joseph Quinn light of my life

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but daddy i love him

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pov: as part yearbook club, you were assigned the task of taking pictures for the 1986 yearbook, but you find yourself a little distracted by your friend (and crush) eddie “the freak” munson

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boyfriend eddie through some polaroids <3

credit to @zerlinity again for the last pic

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STRANGER THINGS 4 VOL. 2

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Vampire Eddie can have my children 😩

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me asf :)

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Scotty Doesn’t Know

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

tw- 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, cheating, car sex, very graphic smut, penetrative sex (fem receiving), oral (m receiving), dom!Eddie, sub!Reader, sex toys, voyeurism/exhibitism, rough sex, swearing, drug references, degradetation, light dumbification, like two religion references, very very light dacryphilia, masturbation?? (i’m not sure if it technically is or not), not beta read, Jason🤮

a/n- thinking of making this a series, with each bit focusing different parts of the song? Lemme know if y’all are interested!

It had all started perfectly innocently. Well, kind of. Between cheerleading, starting senior year, demanding perfectionist parents and an ever dying PR style relationship with Jason Carver, you have found yourself in desperate need of some relaxation. Relaxation that no amount of spa nights, movie marathons and shopping could achieve. And so you had found yourself out on the picnic bench behind school, waiting for Hawkins High's most infamous student; Eddie Munson. Once he'd finally deigned to show up, he'd nearly quelled over in shock. Y/N, cheerleading captain, two time prom queen and girlfriend of his worst enemy? Wanting to buy from him? He needed a damn joint himself to get over the shock. But once he started talking to you, it was blindingly obvious how much you needed a break; and how much you needed someone to actually talk to. You'd gotten over your nervousness within a few minutes of talking to Eddie. He was so different from how you expected him to be, and he actually seemed to give a crap about you. He even offered to smoke with you, something about 'princesses needing protection'. Or something like that. Honestly you were too busy staring at his rings to remember. You ended up taking him up on that offer, and soon you found yourself spending more time with Eddie Munson than your actual so-called friends. Hell, he knew you better than they ever had. It was a few months into this friendship that you found yourself on the floor of his trailer, sharing a joint while you played truth or dare like a couple of middle schoolers.

"Truth!" You'd said with complete confidence, doubting there was nothing he didn't know. 

"What's big bad boy Jason like in bed?" It had taken you so by surprise you choked on your own smoke. 

"Honestly? Pretty shit. He's never made me cum. But that's what I have a vibrator for," you'd shrugged once you could breathe again.

This was a travesty of the highest order as far as Eddie was concerned, and your perfectly innocent chat quickly turned to screams of pleasure, your best friend eating you out like he was a starving man. From that point on you were hooked. There really was no drug more addictive than Eddie Munson. 

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The vans windows had already steamed up, the whole thing rocking with every movement the pair of you made. Metallica played in the background as you and Eddie practically ripped each others clothes off. 

"How long do we have?" His face was already a dusty pink from kissing you so hard. 

"All morning. I told Jason I'm at church." Eddie threw his head back laughing. You giggled too, all too aware of the irony. 

"Well you're definitely spending the morning on your knees."

You hit his chest, feigning offence "Eddie!"

"What? It's true princess," he smirked, pulling you firmly against him. With a roll of your eyes, you pull him in for a searing kiss. All tongues and passion, breathing no longer an option. You could feel Eddie’s smile against your lips. His hands gripped your waist like you’ll float away, pulling you as close as possible to him. You tangled your hand in his hair, tugging at it ever so lightly. God forbid anyone touches his precious curls, but you? He’d rather replace all of his cassettes with Madonna and dunk his guitar in Lovers Lake then deny you. He pulls away after a minute, a small string of spit still connecting the two of you. There's that damned smile again.

"I got you a present princess," he nipped at your neck, nearly biting hard enough to leave a mark before turning to rummage around the van. You whimpered, rolling your hips against his thigh in a desperate attempt for some friction. A jewelled hand gripped lightly around your throat.

"Don't act up." It was a simple command, but with the rings on your throat and the slight growl in his voice? He could've told you to spread your legs for the whole town and you wouldn't have thought twice. Eddie passed you a small box, entirely plain apart from a hot pink bow on the top. You looked at him warily. He merely smiled, gesturing for you to open it. Sliding the box open, the contents made your head spin.

A glittery pink dildo, 6 inches long and as thick as your wrist. At its base was a suction cup, a feature that you had no doubt Eddie had great plans for. It wasn't as big as Eddie, but it still made your mouth water. He leaned into you, kissing your neck leisurely.

"I figured," he whispered directly into your ear, words sweeter than honey, "you could ride it while you suck me off, princess. Maybe then I can actually cum in that pretty mouth of yours before you start begging me to fuck you like a whore."

Was it possible to cum from words alone? You smashed your lips into his, moans getting lost in each other's mouths. You only stopped for him to pull off your shirt, barely even taking a breath. His hands trailed up your now naked body, landing on your tits and pulling them out of your bra. His fingers expertly pinch your nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they pebbled. He pinched them both tightly, clamping them between his fingers and pulling roughly. You fell forwards, eyes rolling back as you moaned into his neck.

"I didn't hear a thank you," he pinched even harder.

"I'm sorry Eddie," you panted, staring up at him, "Thank you so much for my present, I love it so much, thank y- oh!"

While you were babbling he'd reached down and pulled your nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling with abandon. 

"Better than any gift he's given you?" Eddie's voice was muffled by your tit still in his mouth, but you still caught every word. 

"So much better baby, so much better. It's even a better cock than his."

This seemed to be the perfect answer. Eddie let your tit go with a pop and offered you that damned devilish smile. 

"Prove it then."

You pulled away for the first time since you got in, Eddie reclining against the back of the driver's seat. Lifting the dildo out of the box, you brought it to your lips. Two can play at this game.

Never once breaking eye contact with Eddie, you slowly pushed the toy deeper and deeper into your mouth, not stopping until all 6 inches were nestled in your throat. You gagged slightly, letting out those annoying yet adorable mewls that only having a cock halfway down your throat can produce. The look on Eddie’s face was to die for; his gorgeous eyes were almost black with lust, chest heaving as he watched you hollow your cheeks and suck on the toy like your life depended on. With your free hand, you tweaked and twisted one of your nipples, playing yourself while you fucked your mouth with the toy. 

Eddie's eyes were trained on you and only you, ringed hand reached out to play with your other still pebbled nipple. You whined around the toy, some drool slipping out and onto his hand. This was the last straw for Eddie. He surged forward, taking the toy in his own hands and shoving it as far down your throat as it could go. You gagged around the toy, barely able to breathe as he fucking your mouth mercilessly with the fake cock.

"Such a fucking slut for me princess, drooling all over your little toy like this," he pulled it all the way out of your mouth and shoved it back in, ignoring your gags, "Think it's ready for that greedy pussy of yours?"

You nod as best you could, your mind already starting to float away from you. Eddie smiles. He pulls the dildo from your mouth with a pop, setting it down on the floor right in front you. You don't even hesitate. Pushing yourself up on your knees, you line yourself up with the spit slicked dildo, sinking down onto it with ease. Your eyes rolled back as you bottomed out, moaning as the fake cock filled you up. It wasn't Eddie, but it'll do. It took you a minute to find your rhythm, but soon enough you were riding the dildo like there was no tomorrow, tits bouncing and wanton moans filling the van. The squelch of your pussy was so loud it nearly drowned out the music. You were sure the van must be shaking at least a bit by this point. What if some busybody came knocking and found you, riding a dildo like a pornstar all for the enjoyment of a man who was definitely not your boyfriend while you should be in church? Eddie hadn't exactly parked in the most secluded of spots. The lewd squelch of your pussy got even louder, one particularly hard bounce drawing an even louder moan out of you. In all honesty, part of you wishes someone does come knocking. Let them see the head cheerleader fucking herself all for the pleasure of the local drug dealer/suspected cult leader.  

Eddie watched on in absolute awe, having a hard time deciding between watching the tits that you kept playing with or your pussy swallowing the whole dildo every bounce. He was practically in heaven. He was so caught up in your little performance in fact, that he nearly forgot the entire point of this.

The sound of jeans unzipping brought your head down from the clouds briefly, managing to focus your eyes on Eddie. Your mouth literally watered at the sight. His eyes were practically black, blown out with lust, his face a deep pink. He'd taken off his signature hellfire club shirt, lounging against the driver's seat with his oh so sexy tattoos on full display. But the best part? His cock, rock hard and leaking precum as he leisurely stroked it. You couldn't help but whimper at the sight, wishing it was Eddie's cock in currently buried in your cunt.

"Aww poor baby, you want this cock?" His tone was mocking, almost mean as he stood up and starting walking slowly towards you, "You want this cock fucking your tight little pussy, filling you up with cum? Is that what you want, baby?"

"Y-yes," you fell forwards as if you were trying to reach it, palms splayed in front of your carpet burnt knees, "I want it daddy, please, I want it I want it I want it!"

You were too far gone to notice the name, babbling and rambling and entirely fixated on Eddie's cock. His eyebrows shot up at this; that was absolutely something to ask about later. But for now…

"How badly do you want daddy's cock baby?"

"So ba-badly, s-so badly daddy, please I'll b-be so good, ple-please please pleas-"

Your begging was cut off by Eddie shoving his dick in your mouth. It hit the back of your throat instantly, making you gag. Eddie just laughs, digging his hand into your hair and pulls you off just as quickly as he shoved it in. 

"Thank y-you," you managed to stutter out, still riding the dildo like a madwoman and eyes fixated on your lover. 

"What a good little whore you are," he cooed, fucking your mouth painfully slowly,  "Fucking yourself on a dildo while I face fuck you? That's downright pornographic princess. You let Jason use you like this?"

He thrusted extra hard when he mentioned Jason, making you gag so hard you could feel in your stomach.

"No, no, ne-never daddy," you could barely get the words out between thrusts, "Only you, only ever you."

"Good girl. You're my fucking whore," he thrusts hard on each word, so hard it brings tears to your eyes. He buried his cock right at the back of your throat, so deep that your nose was touching his pelvis. Eddie held you there, deepthroating his cock while you kept fucking yourself on the dildo. It's times like this that he wishes he kept a camera to hand. 

When he finally released you, you were gasping for breath but it didn't slow him down. He fucked your face wildly, fucking you in a maddening line with the dildo. Grunts of 'good girl' and 'take it' were all you could hear over your own moans. Your brain was utterly fried; all you could think about was Eddie's cock. He was fucking you entirely dumb, any last resemblance of a thought having left the minute he started fucking your mouth so deliciously.

It wasn't long before you felt that familiar knot in your stomach, growing stronger with every bounce and every thrust. You could feel Eddie's cock twitching in your mouth as you sucked. He can't last much longer now either.

"Dby," you tried your best to speak with a mouth full of Eddie's cock. He pulled you off with a smirk.

"What's my dumb little cockslut trying to say?"

"I'm r-really cl-close," you could barely get the words out, mouth feeling like it was made of stone. You could barely even close your mouth.

"Good," he slipping back in with ease, going right back to his punishing pace, "I want you to come baby, come all over your dildo like a fucking whore." Even he was having trouble speaking now, growing more and more out of breath.

Your vision goes white. You come with a scream, muffled by Eddie's cock still pounding your mouth, eyes rolling into the back of your head. If it wasn't for his hand on the back of your head, you would've fallen straight to the floor. Your whole body shakes, nerves short circuiting as all you can feel is pure orgasmic bliss. Eddie is still fucking your mouth with abandon, the force of his cock making you still bounce around on the dildo. This only prolongs it, making every part of you feel like you're on fire. The floor beneath you suddenly feels soaking wet. Did you squirt? 

You don't have time to think about that before Eddie's thrusts get sloppy. Through your orgasm induced haze, you see him throw his head back as you deepthroat him one last time. He comes with a guttural groan, shooting his sizable load into your mouth. The sheer pleasure of it causes you to have a second mini orgasm, your whole body shaking as he comes. It takes him a minute before he pulls out, keeping his hand in your hair to keep you upright.

"Don't swallow," his voice was shaky, but still no less dominating. You open your mouth for him, presenting your cum filled mouth like a prize. He slapped his cock against your cheeks, smearing spit and cum all over your blissed out face, devilish grin only growing wider. You didn't even flinch, staring up at him with teary eyes and mouth now leaking cum.

"In church my fucking ass."

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eddie

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get out. hes so perfect

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hi! <3

Welcome to my blog!! I'm Minthex, and after many many years of reading fanfics, I figured it's finally time to write some :) hope you enjoy!

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🌷Key       🌹= Fluff       💔= Angst        💋= Smut

                         Eddie Munson 🌸- Ice Lolly (🌹/💋) Eddie gets turned on by you merely existing. So when he finds used panties in your bathroom.....

🌸- Scotty Doesn’t Know (💋) Scotty doesn’t know, that Fiona and me do it in my van every Sunday

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      🌸Piss kink in detail; I’m happy to reference it or have it be very light, but I won’t write full on piss kink fics

      🌸Aged up characters; nothing wrong with it, I just don’t feel comfortable doing it!

      🌸Age regression and dd/lg; mommy/daddy kinks are entirely fine but I find dd/lg uncomfy to write

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Ice Lolly

tw- smut, friends to lovers, perv!eddie, oral (m receiving) mention, piss kink mention, voyeurism, masturbation, dirty underwear kink/sniffing, corruption kink, cum, nipple play, cheerleader fetish?, implied sub!eddie

minors do not interact/18+ fic

a/n- this is my first ever fic! been reading them for so long now it finally felt time to actually start writing them :) hope its good!!

It had been an ice lolly that set him off that night. You’d invited him over to your house, your parents out of town for the week and not wanting to spend the balmy summer evening alone. It was an entirely innocent invitation; you’d been his best friend for a year or two now, after you’d sat at Hellfire’s lunch table on a dare from the cheer team. It turns out that the cheerleader Eddie had always admired from afar wasn’t just a pretty face, but also exceptionally kind, loving and- most surprising of all- a nerd. He (alongside the other Hellfire boys) had taken to you instantly, discreetly adopting you into Hellfire and giving you a space to finally be yourself. You had to keep up appearances though, never sitting with them at lunch or speaking to them in the hall. Cheerleading was your best route to college and visibly joining Hellfire was a sure fire way to kill all hopes. So Eddie kept your friendship underwraps, spending countless nights with you lounging in his trailer and tumbling into your bedroom through the now permanently open window.

But the only thing he truly, well and truly kept to himself was his ever growing love for you. Before he had always harboured a small crush, not able to forget the pretty cheerleader who never called him a freak,  His small crush grew in tandem with his friendship with you. It wasn’t long before he was completely in love, following you like a puppy dog and bending to your every whim. He treated you like a princess; he even let you sit on his throne during Hellfire and play ABBA in his van on drives home. Eddie was entirely enamoured by every aspect of you. And with this love came the inevitable; the completely and utterly consuming desire to fuck you senseless. 

Now Eddie wasn’t exactly Hugh Heffener, but he wasn’t a total virgin; there was usually at least one semi-drunk person at The Hideout who had fucking a guitarist on their bucketlist. Still, he felt like a teenager looking through his first dirty magazine when it came to you. First, he blamed the cheerleader uniform. The teeny tiny skirt, far too tight vest and perfect ponytail just begging to be ruined? It was like it was designed to make him nuts. The way the skirt flipped and bounced as you moved made it impossible for him to look anywhere but your ass, sometimes even able to catch a quick flash of your pants. He’d started driving you anywhere you needed, after realising that potholes and driving like a bat fresh out of hell made your tits bounce just right in the almost skin tight vest. The damn uniform had even made its way into his dreams; there had been countless nights that he’d woken up with an almost painful boner from dreaming of your ass bouncing on his cock in that pretty little skirt.  

Then it was the v-neck t-shirt you wore to Hellfire one week. It was deep enough he could see the tops of a lace cami poking out. It framed your breasts perfectly, so perfectly he wanted to take a photo and frame it. This alone would’ve been enough, but what really pushed him over the edge was the damn necklace. It was a small and dainty, some sort of flower he didn’t know the name of, and it sat low on your chest. So low that it slotted between your tits perfectly. So perfectly in fact, that he found himself wishing it was his cock slotting between your tits instead. The last thing Eddie thought would happen today was him wishing your damn necklace was his cock, but here he was, desperately wishing it was your tits wrapped around his cock instead of his hand under the table. 

After that it was the time you wore his Hellfire shirt to bed. Sure he saw you in a Hellfire shirt every week, but his Hellfire shirt? A whole different story. He hadn’t slept a wink that night, kept up by thoughts of pounding into you from behind while you wore his shirt, making you watch in the mirror how you fell apart on his cock. It didn’t help that halfway through the night you ended up with your back pressed against him, ass pressing directly into his cock. You even kept squirming, and if Eddie didn’t know any better he’d think you were doing it deliberately. He could barely stop himself from slipping his cock in between your legs and fucking you so thoroughly that you woke up cumming. 

Then there was the time you asked him to rub sunscreen into your back while you relaxed at Lovers Lake, desperately wishing it was his cum he was massaging into the small of your back. Then one day you were so pissed off by your judgemental, shallow cheerleader friends that you stole a smoke from his pack, alternating between swigging your beer and taking a drag while you went off on a expletive filled rant about your so called friends; this was the day Eddie discovered his corruption kink. Then there was the time you nearly pissed yourself on a pothole ridden drive back to his trailer, helpless and panicked look far too adorable for your own good. Then there was the time he sneaked into your cheerleading practice and found out exactly how flexible you were. Then…. Honestly the list goes on and on. Even the heaving of your breasts when you breathed was enough to rile Eddie up at this point. 

But tonight? Tonight was an ice lolly. You’d been lounging on your bed together, fan running and half naked in a desperate attempt to keep cool. Nothing was working; it felt like the devil had made herself at home in Hawkins and dosed the whole town in actual hellfire. So here you lay, some B movie playing on the tv and damp towels in front of all the fans you could find. 

“It’s too fucking hot,” you whined, dropping your head onto his chest with a huff. He chuckled, running his hand through your hair.

“There’s not exactly anything I can do about that princess.”

Your groan is muffled by his chest. 

“I’m dying here, Eds. I’m a puddle formerly known as y/n,” you turned onto your back, flinging your arm above your head dramatically, “I’m melting, I’m melting!”

Eddie, having narrowly missed being hit in the face by your arm, scoffed and pulled you closer into his side.

“Where’s this Dorothy that's throwing water over you? Get back evil girl, get back!” He tucked you into his side, other arm flapping around wildly trying to fight off the ghost. You giggled, hiding your head in his arm. 

“Dorothy wouldn’t need the water if she was here, the witch would just disintegrate from pure hotness. It’s like being in fucking Mordor.”

Eddie gawked, 

“She’s pretty and she can make Lord of the Rings references? I think you’re the source of this heat princess.”

You scoff, hitting his chest lighty. The blush overtaking your cheeks doesn’t escape his notice. 

“Oh!!” Your sudden exclamation made him jump. You bolted up and down the stairs, leaving a very confused Eddie in your wake. He didn’t even know you could move that quick. You returned to your room as quickly as you left, holding something behind your back. Bouncing back over to him, you landed on his lap and straddled him. 

“Strawberry or cherry?” You beamed at him, ice lollies practically shoved in his face.

“Strawberry,” he plucked it from your hand, mirroring your electric smile with a laugh. You flopped down on the bed, legs still draped over him and head now turned towards the tv. The content, comfortable silence settled between the two of you again as you ate. 

That was when he made a mistake; he looked over at you. He really hadn’t meant to keep staring. He really hadn’t. But there you were, hollowing out your cheeks to suck on the lolly, tongue licking the iced treat far too sensually. The whole ice lolly disappeared into your mouth, undoubtedly hitting the back of your throat. He was barely able to suppress a groan. What he wouldn’t give for that to be his cock, to have you licking and sucking like it was your last meal. 

“You alright, Eds?” The innocent look on your face made him run hot with arousal and embarrassment. Maybe he hadn’t been able to silence himself so well after all.

“Nothing sweets, nothing. I’m gunna to the bathroom real quick,” with a quick kiss to the forehead and passing his ice lolly to you for safe keeping, he was up and headed into the ensuite bathroom. He shut the door, looking down with a groan. The tent in his boxers was entirely unmistakeable. Eddie could only pray you hadn’t seen it, but honestly it wasn’t likely. His hand slipped into his boxers, pulling out his weeping cock and pumping it slowly. He’d lost track of the amount of times he’d gotten himself off in this bathroom. Moving further into the room, he went to settle in his usual spot when he saw them and stopped dead in his tracks. 

They were right there. Just sitting there. Right on top of your hamper. They were practically a huge neon sign, screaming ‘notice me! notice me!’ and dancing around in a gorilla costume. Eddie could barely breathe, eyes almost bulging out of his head. Your panties. Right in front of him, in all their baby-pink lacey glory. There was even an adorable little bow on the front, right above- oh my god. He could’ve busted right then and there. There was a small wet patch, clearly the only remaining part of a once larger wet spot. The glorious stain was so obvious Eddie couldn't help but think you’d positioned them just so to tease him. If he hadn't already had a raging hard on, this would’ve been all he needed. 

He couldn’t help himself. He grabbed them with his free hand, shoving them against his nose as he pumped his dick with a new found ferocity. The smell nearly sent him to heaven right then and there. Your scent filled his senses, driving him into an even more mind numbing sense of lust. His hand was particularly a blur, driven mad by your scent and the images of you that filled his head. If only it was your pussy grinding on his face, invading his every sense instead of your soiled panties. God he felt dirty, sat in his bestfriends bathroom with her underwear shoved in his face while she was just on the other side of the door. His very best friend, innocent little y/n….  He shoved his fist in his mouth, desperately trying to stifle his moans as he came in your panties. Milky cum leaked out the sides, thoroughly soaking them and ruining them beyond repair. He never lasted long when your panties were involved. 

It took him a minute to recover, but he was soon cleaning himself up and putting the ruined pants to one side. He fully intended on taking them home for future use but he didn’t exactly have anywhere to put them. Wearing only boxers has its drawbacks. Placing them on the side, he opened the door and went to fetch his lunchbox. 

“Oh thank god, I’m about to fucking piss myself,’ you bolted up the minute he opened the door, pushing past him and into the bathroom. He smiled, still in a post-orgasm haze, and flopping back down on the bed. The door shut behind you, leaving Eddie alone in the bedroom. His mind was still happily floating, relaxing on the bed completely at ease. Maybe he could get you to go to the pool later? Maybe he’d even get to see you in a little string bikini, or- oh fuck. He’d left the ruined panties in there, just lying on top of the hamper filled with his cum. There was no way in hell you wouldn’t see them. Panic rose up in Eddie, quickly assessing easiest ways out of the room. It’s blindingly obvious you’d never invite him back here again. Oh God, what if you told the rest of Hellfire? Maybe he could move….  Before he could plot an escape, the bathroom door opened.  

“I knew it.” Your smug voice shocked him out of his moving plans. His panicked eyes looked over to the bathroom door. The sight he was met with made them bulge out of his head. 

You stood leading against the doorway, a smirk plastered on your face and eyes twinkling. One arm was above your head and hand in your hair, hip jutting out to make you look like one of the girls in Eddie's well worn magazines. The shirt you had been wearing had disappeared, leaving you entirely topless. Completely and utterly topless. Eddie's eyes couldn’t break away from the sight of your naked breasts. You were mesmerising; he had to pinch his arm extremely hard to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. 

“You knew what?” His voice was surprisingly steady. Your smirk grew even wider, sauntering over to him. Eddie was frozen, feeling like a piece of prey watching a predator stalk them.

“That you’re a dirty perv,” you straddled him with ease, tangling your hands in his hair, “And that you want me.”

Your tits were dangerously close to his face, Eddie barely controlling his urges to run his tongue over your nipples and suck until he couldn’t breathe. He could already feel his cock hardening again. 

“Care to explain princess?”

“You’re not exactly subtle, Eds,” your giggle only making your tits bounce invitingly, “There’s only so many ways you can hide a boner. And you have this very specific expression you make.”

He could feel his face heating up. He buried his face in your neck with a groan, only making you giggle more. 

“How obvious is it?” his voice was barely audible from your neck.

“Only obvious to me, baby. I don’t think any of the guys notice how flustered you get just from me wearing a low cut top or sleeping in your Hellfire shirt.”

Eddie raised his face at this, looking you in the eye with a slightly devilish smile. His hands start gliding over your body, pulling you even closer.

“Those are two very specific things there princess. Two extremely specific things in fact. Were you getting me riled up on purpose?” 

It was your turn to go slightly red with embarrassment. Your smirk remained however, rolling your hips ever so slightly. Eddie's hands gripped your hips.

“Wanted to see how long it would take for you to actually make a move,” you replied with a shrug, placing your hands over his, “I thought particularly grinding on you while wearing your shirt would do it, but apparently not. Instead you just kept staring and shoving my panties in your face.”

You moved his hands up, placing them on your tits. Eddie entirely short-circuited. 

“I like you too, by the way,” you whispered in his ear, lightly grinding your hips on his cock. You nipped at his neck with enough force to leave a small hickey. This snapped Eddie back to reality. He tangled one of his hands in your hair, pulling you into a searing kiss. He kissed you like you were his oxygen. Moans filled the room, hands roaming everywhere as you battled for dominance. Eddie’s free hand played with your nipple mercilessly, pinching and pulling until you mewled. You were the one to eventually pull away, panting and moaning as he moved his other hand to your neglected breast. 

“Very smug for perv,” he emphasised every word with a twist. With yet another moan you pulled him in for a kiss.

“You have no idea,” you whispered, moving his hand to your still clothed pussy. His breath hitched in his throat. 

You were wearing the cum-filled panties.