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sinnerlillith · 2 years

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Morning backwood

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Includes: voyeurism, male masturbation, slight exhibitionism, praise kink, smoking, slight sub/dom dynamics from both reader + eddie, some dirty talk, Eddie begs [3.3k words]

Eddie wakes up before you do. Stretching, then walking over to his desk with heavy steps. His rolling tray sits on his cluttered area, and he drops to his chair infront of his desk mirror with his guitar hanging from it, quietly starting to roll up something for himself. He yawns, tired despite his obnoxious morning wood in his pajama pants. It was uncontrollable, just something he woke up with.

He rolls his blunt at his desk, occasionally turning his eyes to your sleeping frame on his bed, tucked under his sheets. His eyes go back to his little morning project, and when he's finally done, he pushes his wheely chair away from his desk, swiveling the chair to turn towards his bed and window.

When your tired eyes open and adjust, you see Eddie tucking a blunt between his pink lips, lighter in his opposite hand flickering to life with a rusty sparking sound.

"g'morning." you say to his face, voice raspy.

The blunt sizzles, his eyes dart to yours, then back. He inhales and circles his lips to blow smoke out. His brown eyes stare at the weed while he speaks, "Mornin'. You're up." He says tiredly, examining the blunt in his twisting hand as the smoke leaves, then putting his lighter on the desk. His eyes look back at your own, softly smiling with his dark messy hair framing his face.

Your eyes trail down his bare torso, illuminated by the morning sun. You stare at his tattoos under his collarbones, vision moving down to his happy tail above his sagging plaid pajama pants. He's sitting back into his desk chair, his posture slouches and he man spreads.

His wrist comes down to rest at his thigh, some inches next to his - oh shit, very noticeable bulge in his pants.

Your eyes smile at the thick hill, "And good morning..." you jokingly speak to it. Eddie is confused at first, thinking you're repeating yourself until he sees your glinting eyes stare at his lap.

Oh. He thinks. Then he smiles.

"heh, yeah," he softly chuckles. "Just woke up like that."

You stretch your arms while you lay in bed, waking your muscles. "Too bad I'm too tired to help." You say honestly.

He inhales once more, some smoke escapes from his mouth in thick white strings. "Nah, don't worry." He says, now exhaling. "Maybe I'll wait for it to go down," he shrugs, curls moving on-top his pale, broad shoulders, "not too worried about it-"

"-Eddie, you and I both know you wanna get rid of that a different way." You interrupt. Eddie's morning wood lasts a little while. And even when he isn't necessarily horny, it still ends up irritating him since it feels like forever until it goes down.

You both share a sleepy grin. His head tilts to side as his chin lifts directly to you, a smug yet handsome look on his illuminated face. He stares just barely above his lower lashes.

"And what way would that be, oh smart one?" His voice is practically smiling more than he is with that flirtatious tone. His large, and veiny hand, comes up to his parted mouth, pressing his lips around the blunt while his eyes stay fixed on you. His Adams apple moves under his thick neck.

Your eyes look down to his pajamas, the fabric outlining his hill under them with a faint smile on your face as you come up with a response. “You could always just... show me how you take care of it when I’m not here...”

A lewd suggestion. Just a simple one, but only simple to you. To Eddie, it was heart racing. His face gets warm, slightly tingling from the buzz his weed has given as well as your words.

A quick string of memories flash through his brain. It’s the memories of waking up hard, not having you with him, only fueling his lust with the thoughts of you.

He had to envision your body under him, squirming and shaking while he stares down between your parted legs, where your bodies connect and a ring if white fluid circles around his base from fucking in and out of you. He imagined your body on top of him, bouncing and shining with sweat while your hands squeeze at his chest and neck - all while rubbing one out.

He’d say things out loud while his eyes shut, and his imagination races. Things like “fuck.. so pretty, baby..” , “shit, gimme more...” ,“so fuckin’ hot.” He’d whimper for you in your absence, jaw slack and brows furrowed, then cum all over his stomach with a whine. Sometimes a whine of your name, other times a whine of curses.

He comes back to reality, palming his bulge while staring at you. His elbow connected to his arm that’s holding his blunt, now sits on the arm rest of the seat. He’s cursing in his head as he gropes himself, burning up while you watch. Pretty face of his, hot from the sight of your eyes trained on him.

He opens his mouth, “You wanna take those sheets off then?”

You’re in just a tee shirt with simple underwear underneath, but you don’t mind sliding the sheets down anyway. You kick them off your feet as you continue to lay horizontally and stare at him. Eddie takes a deep breath when he sees your legs- the same legs he loves having his curly head between, or crossed over his waist, or tucked at the sides of his neck when he fucks into you.

He cups his erection, not breaking his lustful stare, already breathing heavy only from seeing you covered in just a thin shirt.

“So...” you speak quietly, “gonna take it out for me, Ed?”

He snaps out of his stare, eyes darting to your own. They’re wide, and then soon wrinkle up from his boyish smile. He laughs weakly through his nose, suddenly bashful, breaking eye contact with you. He tucks his bottom lip under his top row of teeth.

His empty hand comes up to rub his cheek and jaw, covering his embarrassed, yet giddy face.

“Alright,” his hand comes down, grabbing the stretchy hem of his pants, “whatever you want.”

The smoke from his other hand with the blunt in it swirls around his gently moving frame, filling the space he’s in with a hazy glow. His body shifts in his seat as he tucks his pants barely a few inches down, and all you can do is watch.

He doesn't need to slip them that far, only going just above his top upper thigh before tugging his hard, pink tipped, faintly veiny erection out.

He looks at you, but your eyes are far too focus on something else, making you quietly gulp. It almost makes him giggle, the way you look so thirsty for him.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” he asks, voice cocky because he already knows the answer. Your eyes stay focused, never breaking your stare, and when he finally glides his hand to give himself one pump, your eyelashes flutter.

His curly head twists, then cocks to the side. His dimples show as he speaks, “pretty girl... you gonna answer me?”

You feel your mouth nearly salivate, then you nod at his question, not wanting to fully speak. Not wanting to break the tension in the room.

He gives himself another few pumps, and fuck, the noises that fill the room from the wet sounds his dick is already making is enough to make your legs clench. It makes you bring your hand to your mouth, biting one side your finger.

Eddie starts to fuck himself slowly. Painfully slow, paying more attention to how you react rather than how he feels. His breathing is steady and deep, wide palms and thick fingers curling around his firm shaft, rubbing from base to tip.

He looks pretty like this. Man spreading for you while fucking his fist. His hand with the blunt in it is raised next to his calm face, and his curls lay around his neck and frame his sharp jaw, while his bangs hang just above his deep brown eyes. The same eyes that are slacked, heavy with arousal as they flicker from your face to your body, back and forth.

He licks his lips, and you feel your face get hot as you just lay there, watching him like a porno.

His raspy voice interrupts your stare. "Can you, uh..." He speaks, "lift your shirt?"

You feel a smile creep on your face at his shyness, or at least what you think is shyness. He’s actually feeling smug, especially with the way his lips curl when you start to glide your fingers to the edge of your shirt.

Your finger tips curl under the fabric and you slowly drag it up, brushing over your abdomen, waist, ribs, and then finally at the lower fat of your breast. The slowness of your movements makes Eddie impatient.

You finally lift the fabric over your chest, exposing yourself and leaving your shirt on, bunched up under your collar bones.

Eddie exhales a deep straining breath at the sight of you, laying half naked for him with a smile on your face while your eyes stare back at his dick. You don’t touch your chest yet, just wanting to let him see them bare and exposed.

"fuck babe, just like that." He pants, eyes heavy, starting to rub himself faster.

He tries to speak again, voice dominant yet suddenly shakey from touching himself, “Touch ‘em for me - yeah thats it sweetheart..” he groans as you squeeze your chest, tweaking your nipple every now and then. You start to feel stickiness coat your underwear, getting slick from his praise.

His raspy groans make your ears hot, suddenly reminded of the way his morning voice, laced with pleasure, turns you on. You start to squeeze yourself rougher, motivated by his vulnerable display.

"Such a good girl," he praises once more "my good fuckin' girl... you like watching me, baby?" he speaks, voice light and airy as his chest rises faster. His deep brown eyes look at your own as you nod, biting your lip and gently nodding a ‘mhmm’.

Your confirmation gives him butterflies, suddenly grinning at you wickedly, bringing his blunt to his lips again and never breaking his stare. His fist pumps slower as he exhales, rubbing his tip with more attention, stimulating himself as much as he can for now.

The wet sounds from his dick get louder and he produces more and more pre-cum, getting off just by staring at your tits, wishing he was the one squeezing them instead. He remembers how they feel in his hands, and the way you react when he pinches your nipples. The way you arch into him when he sucks marks onto your chest. The way your fingers tug his hair - fuck. He curses at the memory, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back onto the top of the back rest on the chair.

He starts to fuck is fist faster, from base to tip with more and more speed while his jaw is slack, parting his lips with small noises passing through them. You eye his heaving chest, decorated with his fading tattoos, then stare at his thick hand pulsing over himself.

“Slower, Eddie.” you gently command, making him slow his hand down. He obeys without hesitation.

He whines from the loss of the fast stimulation, now having to endure torturous, slow pleasure, igniting his sensitivity. But, now he can actually stimulate his entire dick.

He goes slow for a while, but then starts to get impatient, lifting his head and pleading at you with only his eyes.

“Aw,” your sympathy is fake, “you look like you need something, hun.”

Eddie inhales a short, trembling breath, “...more,” he whispers. “let me go faster..” his voice has lost it’s confidence from earlier, now completely at your mercy.

“Hm.” you pretend to think, eyes now off his own, looking back at his body.

“Please,” you hear him beg pitifully. “Fuck- shit, please y/n-” his voice is so light.

His face actually starts to warm up even more, turned on by begging for you, by being at your command, by you watching him fuck himself - he really is a pervert.

“You need to go faster, baby?” you taunt, already knowing what he wants. He nods quickly anyway, eyes trained on you, waiting for you to give him permission. He groans impatiently, forgetting all about the blunt in his other hand and only zoning in on you.

“Then go ahead.”

Eddie speeds up right at that moment, not too much but just enough to get him to buck his own hips up, almost meeting his pace. Praises leave your mouth, fueling his arousal more, getting off to your voice.

He moans up at the celling, then down at the floor. His wrist with the blunt nearly slams down on the arm rest of the chair, curling his fingers tightly on the arm chair with the blunt between them as his head lolls around as he continues to touch himself.

“Faster.” you tell Eddie, basically challenging him.

He looks at you, a corrupt look on his own face with a wicked half smile while he chuckles darkly, accepting your challenge. He moves even faster, making himself whimper.

It feels good at first, the speed he brings himself, knowing exactly what spots of his to stimulate, but he quickly starts to become too stimulated. His hand gets a little tired, and the pleasure starts to get too overwhelming - but he can’t stop. Not yet. He can’t disobey your orders, he loves when you have power over him far too much to do that.

So he has to beg.

“C-can I slow down... please?” he mewls, “It’s - fuck, s’too much..”

“Aw. What’s too much, baby?”

His teeth grit, he whimpers through them. “Hand... my dick-” he can barely speak straight, “nnggh- fuck! shit- please..” he stresses his words, truly pleading for you like he means it.

“Words, Eddie.”

“Jesus Christ,” a hiss leaves his mouth, “please, gotta let me slow down, it hurts-”

You chuckle a bit, “Okay, okay- you can slow down, hun.”

Eddies head immediately falls back, resting on the chair with his chin all the way up to the celling, allowing you full view of his bobbing throat while his fist slows down on himself.

He utters an out-of-breath ‘thank you’ while he pants. You just stay watching him, playing with your chest, staring through half lidded eyes

He breathes heavy from the returning pleasure in his body. His hand that's holding the blunt comes up to his lips, head still laying all the way back as he smokes and puffs the smoke up to the celling, eyes twitching and fluttering shut.

Fuck, what a sight. His legs spread open, smoke leaving his lips into a cloud over his *almost* fully exposed frame. Hard dick out, pink tip now heavily leaking and shining in the morning light while his large hand circles around it - he's just giving you a full on show.

Lewd noises leave his quickly rising and falling chest while you faintly squirm from the tingling arousal in your body.

His throat vibrates, a deep groan rushing into the air. "Fuck," he whispers under his breath, head still tucked back. "Fuck me..." You hear him whine pathetically.

He starts to pant and gasp, fucking his fist faster now, shoulders starting to twist and jolt from his new speed. You even catch his thighs pulse, twitching just a tiny bit... it's like he's completely forgotten that you're there. It's like he has no damn shame, completely consumed by how good he's feeling.

He truly is 'taking care of it' the way he would have if you weren't here.

He whines once more, and it's a whine of your name. It sounds so meek, it nearly come off as a beg, sounding different from his other whines. His head lolls to the side, eyes clenched shut tightly, and another whine of your name follows out his parted pink lips.

Oh fuck.

He's really in it now.

But what is he thinking about? What is he picturing that's making him whine your name differently than before?

You bite your lip, ready to ask him.

"Eddie baby," you speak gently, "what are you thinking about?"

His head raises off the back of the chair, eyes slowly finding your own, his hair falling back forward automatically, sitting above his pale broad shoulders.

"You." He says weakly. "Fuck-" his eyes close shut again, before reopening, "your mouth, your pussy, even your thighs," his face twists with pleasure, "shit- just you baby..." You keep watching him struggle to speak, "J-just you, fuck you're so hot-" his head immediately falls back again, like it's weak. It's as if keeping it up is just too hard.

You bite your lip as you keep watching him, unable to focus on anything else.

"Thinking about fucking me?" You ask teasingly, and he holds back a moan, the noise that leaves his mouth is something deep and short. He nods quickly.

"Thinking about me sucking you off?" You push further, and he can't hold back his noise. He whines, then nods shyly, with more of a rush this time.

His mouth parts, "yeah..." He huffs, "you're so fucking perfect with my dick in your mouth." Eddie speaks through very heavy and short breaths, the kind of breaths he makes when he's close.

"yeah? Bet your hand isn't as good." You're just teasing, but he shakes his head to the side, completely serious.

He hums, "No, not as good...you feel so much better," Eddie avoids your staring eyes while his stay shut, barley keeping them open. He's too overwhelmed.

You smile. "But you're still gonna cum anyway, huh baby?"

He hums - pretty much moans- a ‘mhmm’ while he nods mindlessly, curls swaying with him. His fist is stimulating himself perfectly, and the feeling of your eyes on him just pushes him more.

His empty fist clenches tight, even with the blunt between his finger tips, starting to feel himself get closer to cumming all over himself.

He whines and huffs through his gritted teeth, nearly sounding like he's gonna cry. His toes curl under his socks, his thighs twitch and his lips tremble. His eyes start to blink open, head falling forward, before his brown irises start rolling to the back of his head, mouth gaping wide before shutting his eyes again.

"Holy f-fuck," he curses, "gonna- shit, gonna fuckin'... damn it-" he can't even say it. He can't finish his sentence at all due to how out of breath he is.

"you're gonna cum, baby?" You finish it for him.

He nods at you, eyebrows drooping downwards and eyelids lazily hanging over his deep brown irises. His curls frame his lazy, pleasured face perfectly while his wet pink lips get tucked under his teeth, poorly hiding his pitchy noises.

His breathing gets faster with every next breath, and his moans get higher and higher until they finally stop, followed by a stiffled gasp.

He cums in several creamy white spurts, launching into the air before messily wetting his abdomen and covered thighs as he groans with relief. The fluid dribbles down his fingers and knuckles, rolling into the back of his palm, but he just keeps fucking himself through it. Making an absolute mess of himself.

You can't stop watching, no matter what. Your body won't let you tear your eyes away. He looks so fucking beautiful.

When his dick empties, he just sits there in his mess, huffing to catch his breath. He blinks at the celling lazily, head moving around like it's full of air. His blunt gets raised to his lips once more, starting to feel more buzzed when he takes another hit. His eyes are dizzy and unfocused from his orgasm, zoning out on anything but you.

"That was hot, Ed." You blurt.

He smiles lazily, eyes now able to focus, staring at you. His pink lips curl, "You don't seem so tired anymore." He jokes.

"You wanna find out?" Smile returning to your face.

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ediewentmissing · 1 year

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Switch!eddie who gets so flustered and frustrated at you edging him he takes control

Eddie was underneath you. He was panting, whining and sobbing, while you smirked at his pathetic features.

You’d been edging Eddie all night. It started off innocent enough, playful kisses and touches, until he became too needy, which set up the perfect opportunity for you to torture him.

You sucked on his nipples, biting on them as he groaned, aching his back as he lazily rutted his hips up.

“Please, mommy…” You could tell by his tone that he was getting impatient, but you were far from done.

You tease his cock, running a finger from base to tip, following his veins, fresh precum leaking from his slit.

He moans shallowly, “Please…” He repeats, more sternly this time. You ignore him, grinning sadistically down at his marked up body.

He was overwhelmed with irritation. All he wanted was to cum, and you denied him release.

You got up and sat on his lap, slowly grinding against his shaft. His dick twitched as it slid through your wet folds. He silently begged you to ride him, his dilated pupils looking up at you miserably. You wrap your hand around his throat, and he whines.

“Bitch.” He mutters. Your eyes widen, and you cock your head to the side.

“What’d you say?”

In one swift, almost-dance like motion, he flips the two of you around, and pins your hands above your head.

“I said, you’re a bitch.” He spits.

You struggle in his hold, thrashing your legs until he sits on your lap, holding your legs to the mattress.

“Been playing with me all fucking night. You’re such a slut. Getting off of my neediness, yeah?” He lines his member up with your entrance, not making eye contact with you, too angry.

“Now it’s my turn. I’m gonna cum in your pretty little cunt, and your gonna take whatever I fucking give you, understand?” You nod hesitantly, submitting to him.

“Good girl.” He whispers. And without warning, he slams himself into your pussy, hitting your cervix. You moan loudly, tightening around him. He chuckles, biting his lip.

“God, you like it rough, don’t you?”

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mimixmunson · 18 days

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eddie munson piss kink 🤭 it’s perfectly fine if you’re not comfortable with it!! love u - anon

Eddie Munson has a piss kink. Eddie Munson x reader. Smut. Blurb.

Hope you enjoy anon, love you too!

🍒 “Please Eds” you begged in a desperate tone, your eyes shut tightly as you struggled to not let go of your bladder. He knew making you drink 3 bottles of water would make you so pathetically submissive for him. Eddie had complete control of your bladder, he enjoyed the desperation, the way it made you feel so uncomfortable that you’d beg so quickly, but most of all, he enjoyed the eventual release. The moment when he finally gave you mercy and allowed you to relieve your bladder. You were stood in the shower; he’d turned the water on to add to your neediness. The sound of the water hitting the shower floor nearly tipped you over the edge the moment he’d turned on the shower head. You were desperate to piss. Eddie knew that he smirked as he watched over you, one hand wrapped around his cock pleasuring himself as you squirmed constantly writhing in your place.

“What’s the problem sweet girl?” He teased, his hand reaching out to caress your tear-stained cheek. “You need to pee, don’t you? Oh, darling we’re going to need to get you some diapers, aren’t we? You have no control of that little bladder, do you?” His words were vicious but his hand pressing down onto your stomach was worse. Your task was simple, don’t piss yourself until you had permission. But his palm pressing onto your bladder was inducing it, he was right, you did have no control no matter how hard you tried. You knew that if you disobeyed Eddie’s orders, he really would buy adult diapers just to humiliate you more, it was all a part of his sadistic little kink game. Watching you doing the ‘desperate to pee’ dance, his cock was leaking with pre-cum. The pearlescent bead falling from his perfectly pink tip and dangling from his hard on.

He dropped to his knees, his hands steadying himself onto your hips with a tight grip. “You can pee, but not before I make you cum.” He grunted, his voice hoarse and firm. With those words, his tongue found your clit. He swirled the tip of his tongue in circles around your sensitive bud, spelling his name repeatedly. Your body didn’t know how to react, you’d never been so desperate to urinate and cum at the same time. You didn’t know what feeling to prioritise. Eddie’s hand travelled back to your lower stomach, massaging over your bladder once more as your orgasm grew closer, pleasure washing over you like a tidal wave.

“Eddie..please. Can’t take it.” You spoke in nothing but a whisper, in fear that if you spoke louder, your body would take over in need. His teeth scraped over your clit so gently as he sucked over it, it was all too much. “Please.” You begged. “Please what? Do you want permission to cum or to piss yourself? Silly girl, you need to be more specific.” He teased, his big brown eyes looking up at you through your mound of public hair that was drenched by now.

“Both. Please. Eds please.” Whining, you pulled at his curls, pushing his face deeper into your cunt as he licked around your hole, his nose rubbing against your overstimulated clit. He licked stripes from your hole, up to your clit and back down again and took your clit into his mouth again. Still holding eye contact he smirks, “Go on angel, you have permission.” In an instant, the familiar knot in your stomach came undone. Your orgasm taking over your body for a few seconds before Eddie pushed down on your bladder once more and you let go.

The liquid came streaming out as you moaned in ecstasy, unsure if your groans were from your overwhelming orgasm or the relief. Finally, being able to piss felt incredible, but nobody was happier about it than Eddie. His face still nestled into your pussy, still working his tongue over your clit but now tasting your cum and piss. It was truly filthy, the way he was rutting his hips into your leg as he drank up your warm liquid, savouring the taste he craved so much. Eddie’s grip on your hip was sure to leave bruises, as your piss soaked his face he began to cum too. No stimulation needed, he orgasmed, hard. Warm ropes of cum spurted out of his cock, he smiled looking up at you. The money pieces of his hair were dripping, soaked from your mess. He licks his lips, not wasting a single drop.

“Fuck baby. Thank you.” Eddie beams as you pet his hair, helping him get up onto his feet. Pulling him into a hug, as the warm water from the shower blessed the both of you. A few kisses later and you finally spoke, “Let's get clean now huh? That got a bit messy, doing this in the shower was the right idea Eds.” He laughs, flicking his wet hair back like a dog that’s just run into the sea. “Right?” Eddie wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and then in front of him. Grabbing the bottle of body wash and lathering the both of you up, playfully groping your breasts as he washes you.

“Did so well princess” he says as he scrubs the soapy loofah over your thighs, taking extra special care when washing in between them. “You did better babe, drank me all up.” You responded with a smile. Your sex life was many things, but it was never boring. 🍒

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catherinnn · 1 year

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Exes with benefits

summary: Exes to fuck-buddies to lovers. After a year of trying to get over each other, you meet again purely by coincidence and aren't able to resist temptation. But still, you weren't going to date him again, it was all for the sake of how good you were together, or at least that's what you told yourself.

warnings: SMUT +18, pnv, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, degradation & praise kink, switch! Eddie (but mostly dom! Eddie), jealously, alcohol and drinking, language.

words: 5k

Eddie and you had been broken up over a year now. And it hadn’t been your best year, it wasn’t like you spent it crying the whole time, but the expectation of being newly single was different than the reality. You didn’t go out every single weekend and made out with a different guy every night out, you hadn’t had a proper date in months and you haven’t had sex in an embarrassing amount of time. But it wasn’t like it was the worse year either, you became really good friends with Robin and Nancy, who before used to be only acquaintances, you got a raise at the café where you worked, and you really learnt to be more by yourself and actually enjoy it.

That’s why tonight you were going to have dinner out by yourself. You started doing it sometimes to out for coffee and just sat there alone reading, it was so comforting that every now and then you needed it, and tonight felt like one of those times.

“Hello there, can I help you?” the waiter at the entrance said to you.

“Hi, yes, I’d like a table for one please?”

“We will have one available in about 20 minutes, would you like to wait at the bar?” he offered.

“Yes, that’d be great”

You sat at the bar and ordered yourself a drink, it surprised you sometimes how the barmen wouldn’t ask for your ID any longer, did you really look like 21? It wasn’t that you weren’t, because you did turned 22 a few months ago, but you didn’t know if it was a good thing to look your age, your mom had always told you that it was better to look younger than to look your age. You decided to stop thinking about it that much because it could turn into a new insecurity really quickly.

When you got out of your own thoughts for a second and started to look around, you were welcomed by a very familiar face. Eddie was sat at the bar too, a few seats next to yours, you saw him looking at you too and a surprised expression on his face showed up later to be changed by a smile and a hand-wave. You waved back but then saw how he stood up with his beer on his hand and walked over to you.

“Hey!” he greeted you.

“Hi, Eds” It slipped out of you, the nickname, it was what you always called him, but that was while you were dating, you didn’t know if it was too affectionate to use it now, you actually didn’t know anything about how to treat him now, after everything, where you supposed to forget about anything that happened between you two and just act like he’s a friend who you say hello to every time you see him? It wasn’t that you wanted to ignore him but that did sound less awkward than this fake niceties. I guess this is the price you pay after such a long relationship, where the confidence between both of you used to be the biggest you’ve ever had with anyone. After three years and a half of heaven. No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you, and you know you’ve hurt him too.

“What were you doing here?” he asks while sitting down on the bench seat next to yours. This took you out a little, was he really going to stay here and talk as if nothing? Have a drink together? You didn’t know how to feel about that, you liked to see him but you had a feeling you shouldn’t like it.

“I just felt like going out for dinner tonight, nothing special, and you?”

“Well, I did make plans with Gareth to come have dinner together but I’m starting to think he stood me up”

“Oh, wait, really?” you laughed.

“Yeah,” he laughed too. “I was about to call him actually and ask what happened, but then I saw you… and got a little distracted” was the comment a little flirty or was it your imagination trying to trick you?

“Oh, well, sorry for the distraction, you can still call him if you need”

“Yeah, will you wait a second? I’ll be right back”

“Yeah, sure” and he went to ask the waiter for the phone, after a few minutes you saw him hung up and walk back to you.

“Well, turns up he’s not gonna make tonight, do you mind if I… stay here with you or is it too much?” he asked and you could detect the hope on his face and his voice. Also his attempt to evade the puppy eyes he gave you every time he wanted something. You thought twice about your answer, you should say no and avoid a potential awkward evening, but at same time you were a little curious.

“Sure, why not? I’d be good to catch up, right?” you gave him a smile and he smiled back, sitting down and ordering more drinks for you two.

The night went on with a lot of more drinks for you two, and fortunately for you, this helped to get out of the awkward phase, but maybe a little too out of the phase.

“Wait wait, but I wanna know, Steve, did anything happened with him after us?” he asked in between you laughter after you confessed you always felt a little jealous over his deals with Chrissy. “Cause I swear, he had crush on you”

“He sooooo did not!” you said trying to stop laughing. “But you know who did had a crush on me back then? Dustin”

“Oh my god, he so did!” he laughed harder. “I remember he used to get all nervous when you came to our meetings, and blushed every time we kissed or when I talked about you”

“Anyway, that was before that bitch Suzie stole his attention” you joked faking annoyance but then when Eddie started laughing your lips went upwards again and a giggle escaped.

And after even more drinks were ordered by the two of you, Eddie had the idea to dance to the great songs the bar was playing, since there was a space to dance and some couples were swinging to the music.

He took your hand and walked over there. Then his other hand went to your waist and yours went to his neck while the both of you laughed at the way you were dancing. Then, he pulled you closer and didn’t break the eye-contact, faces inches away from each other and you think you never felt hotter.

The next morning presented itself with you waking up with an important headache, not really able to open your eyes from all the light in the room. You sat down and slowly started to see more. Like the window on the wall next to you and the Corroded Coffin poster next to it.

Wait, Corroded Coffin?

This was Eddie’s room, you realized.

Looking down next to you on the bed, you saw him asleep on his stomach but his face turned to your side, his hair a mess. You looked down to your body and were met with that the only thing you were wearing was the tangled sheets on his bed, under that…nothing.

Flashes of last night came back to you, the kiss at the dancefloor, the kiss on his car on the way here, all the kisses that were shared from the front door to his bedroom door, and all the kisses that happened after that on his bed, and the memory of those kisses that weren’t only on the lips but on the rest of your bodies who were all too familiar with each other.

Eddie moved next to you, he opened his eyes slowly and was met by the sight of you tangled in his sheets with him, your hair was messy and your neck and chest were covered in hickeys. He smirked proudly.

“Morning” he said with his raspy morning voice.

“Yeah, hi” you responded and started looking for your clothes.

“Come back here, stay a little longer” he pouted and released his best puppy eyes that he had tried so hard to hold back last night when he asked you if he could stay.

“Stay? Eddie, how are you not freaking out about this?” you questioned him.

“What’s there to freak out about? The reason why we stopped doing this in the first place?” he said sarcastically

“The reason is because we broke up! We’re no longer dating so we shouldn’t be doing this anymore” you said seriously.

“Says who? Cause if they felt like we did last night, they’d change their minds”

“Well, I’m not” you stood up and put on your shirt and underwear.

“Hey, don’t go” he asked while getting up and tried to stop you from finding your pants.

“Eddie, this is not going to change because of last night” you signaled between you and him referring to your relationship.

“Why not? You felt it, you were there! You don’t just have that with anyone”

You didn’t answer and picked up you pants that were under the chair of his desk, and put them on.

“We can’t just forget about this” he fought.

“Well, we’re gonna have to try” you simply said and walked out of his house.

The rest of the day followed slowly, you didn’t like it when you were wrong, and you liked it even less when you had to admit that you were, but Eddie was right. You couldn’t stop thinking about last night. The memory of his lips on yours, on your neck, on your chest, on your breasts. His touch everywhere, like the way you could still feel his hands on your hips while you sat on top of him, probably leaving bruises on either side of your hips, you didn’t dare to see, it would just add fuel to the fire that was your body right now.

The next morning you heard a knock on the door, when you opened to check who it was, the person entered your house before you could kick him out. Eddie, of course.

“Please, do come in” you joked.

“Sorry, but I wanted to talk to you, that’s why I didn’t call before, cause I knew you’d hung up”

“You should take the hint maybe”

“Please, just think about it! Give it another chance, Princess, we’re so good together” He walked closer to you.

“I-I don’t know, Eddie”

“Could you forget about last night? Like you said we should” he asked you.

“Well, it’s only been a day-“

“But could you forget about it for even a second of your day?”

“You’re so dramatic”

“Don’t change the subject, princess” he mocked, but he was right, again. And not only did you hate the fact that he was right, that you weren’t able to focus on anything else now, but also you hated the way you could feel your panties get wet at the sound of that nickname he just called you. And also, how pretty did he look begging before?

“You can’t stop thinking about it even now” he whispered and softly pulled you closer to him, really close. “Are you thinking about how this hickeys ended up here?” he made a path with the touch of his fingers from your neck to the valley of your breasts. “Or how my hands felt holding you again, touching you everywhere again? How they held you while you jumped on my cock again? And moaned into my mouth cause we couldn’t stop kissing? How deep I was inside of you and how fucking hot it was?”

He touched his lips with yours to give you time to pull back, but when you didn’t, he kissed you, slowly and passionate. One of his hands on the back of your neck and the other moved down to your ass while yours pulled his hair just how he likes it, he moans into your mouth. He bites you lower lip as he gives you his biggest smirk, you pull him down to you again and start making out with your guidance.

“Fuck” he moans as he pulls out of you and lays down next to you on the couch, both trying to catch your breaths.

“My god” you sigh and pass your fingers through your hair.

He looks at you and smiles. “You look so hot I could do this even one more time” he tries put you stop him.

“We’ve already came three times, give me a rest!” you laugh.

“See what I told you? We’re so good together”

“You sound so cheesy” you mock him and he laughs too. “We can keep doing it, but I don’t want anything romantic, not a relationship, just… two exes… enjoying…how good they are together” you find trouble trying to define whatever you wanted to be.

“Exes with benefits” he jokes.

“Yeah” you laugh.

Thanks to this new agreement with Eddie, you didn’t only get the mind-blowing sex, but also, this meant that you could hang out with the whole group again. In your relationship with Eddie, you became good friends with the kids and you had to admit that you missed them after the break up, but they were Eddie’s friends first and you had to respect that.

But now, when you were certain that neither you nor Eddie would be awkward hanging out, you decided to accept Steve’s invitation to join him taking the kids out for pizza. He had warned you that Eddie would be there too and you let him know that it didn’t matter.

He picked you up telling you that Eddie was in charge of picking the rest of the kids up.

“So, you sounded pretty sure over the phone when you told me that it didn’t matter to see Eddie again” he said keeping his eyes on the road.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I was gonna have to see him again eventually if I wanted to still hang out with you guys, and I felt that it was about time now” you lied.

“That’s really mature of you, I’m not used to that” he joked.

“You’re one to talk” you joked back.

“Hey!” you both laughed. “But you know, Eddie gave me a similar response when I asked him if it was ok to invite you”

“Oh, did he?”

“Yeah, he said that it was only fair since you haven’t seen the kids in a while and they miss you too”

“Ohhh, do they?” you changed the subject so he wouldn’t think about you and Eddie too much.

“Are you kidding? They’re always telling me that you were so much more fun than me” You laughed again.

When you got to there you had to wait a few minutes because obviously, this is Eddie we’re talking about and he’s always late, so after they all arrived, the boys gave you a big hug, it surprised you that Max also came along, she was secretly your favorite, and she knew that.

The night went on great for you, you never realized just how much you missed them until tonight. Obviously, you had to act a little distant towards Eddie, it had to seem believable.

But Eddie was not having his best night, not because you two had to act distant, but because the waiter you had tonight wouldn’t stop flirting with you, every single time he came over to table.

The first time he came to give you all the menu, he would only look at you while he talked, then when after he took your order he winked at you before leaving, he also asked for your name, but only yours! Not even anyone else’s at the table! But what was definitely too much for the evening was when he asked for your number.

It was when you all stoop up from the table and walked to the door.

“Oh, could I ask you just one thing before you leave?” he asked you.

“Yes, of course” you answered.

“Could I- ask for your number?” he said kind of nervous.

“Oh” you were surprised and of course all the group behind you heard, they were probably paying even more attention to the waiter’s question than you. “Sure, yeah”

Eddie could feel the stares of his friends while you wrote your number on a napkin for the other guy. It was indeed an awkward moment for him, but not for the reasons they thought. It wasn’t because his ex-girlfriend was giving her number to someone in front of him, but because his ex-girlfriend with benefits — as you had defined your relationship now — was giving someone else her number and he couldn’t do anything to stop you, not now nor later when you’re alone, he couldn’t just tell you that he was mad because of that, the agreement was: this is not a relationship, this is just fucking. So he just had to swallow all of his jealousy.

But he wasn’t the only one with this problem. It happened a few weeks after, Steve was going to a party some senior was throwing and invited you with Eddie, Robin and Nancy.

The night had started rather greatly, Eddie had come over to your house an hour before the party, said he wanted to "help you pick the outfit" but it was just his excuse to see you dressing and undressing and also modeling the outfits.

"I prefer the other dress, the black one" he gave his opinion from your bed, laid there watching you.

"Of course you like the black one better" you commented remembering that it's his favorite color.

"You look more metal" he joked. You laughed and took the dress off, you could feel his eyes staring at you, and you turned around and looked back at him.

"What?" you asked innocently.

"Come here" he whispered.

You walked to him with a smug smile and straddled him. "Hi"

"Hey, pretty girl" his hands start caressing your legs, thighs, hips, waist.

You lowered yourself on him and kissed him, his hands go to your ass and moves you. You can feel his hard-on through your underwear and through his pants.

"Eds, wait" you interrupted. "We don't have much time, I still have to get dressed and do my hair and make-up-"

"I'll be so quick, baby" He cuts you to then unbutton his pants and lowers them with his boxers, he moves your panties to the side and touches your cunt with one of his fingers. "Are you always this wet for me? Always ready for me to use you whenever I want?"

And you almost moan at his words, you nod your head and he laughs.

He passes the tip of his cock through your folds covering it with your slick. "Ready?"

"Yeah, please"

"Mmmh" he moans as he enters you slowly.

"Ohh" you moan when he is fully inside. He starts moving you up and down on his cock, guiding your movements and honestly that's exactly what you wanted right now, just him using you.

"Fuck, that's right baby, God, feels so good" he groans, you can't stop your moaning as he increases the speed, he grabs your hips and keeps you in place as he stars moving his pelvis up and down, thrusting into you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, play with your clit, princess, do that for me please" he tells you and you obey. You throw your head back and moan his name amongst some other curses and nonsense.

"Yeah? Are you about to cum, baby?"

"Yes! Eddie!"

His breath begins to uneven even more than before as he enjoys the sight of you jumping on top of him, your tits bouncing in your black laced bra and you pretty face as you're cuming on his cock. He feels your walls clenching around him and that's enough to make him cum inside you, creaming all of your walls and filling you up, moaning and grunting your name.

You laid on top of him, your head on his chest and his hands holding you so you don’t fall, both breathing heavily.

“I’ll clean you up now so you can put on that pretty little black dress, and put on some make-up, maybe that red lipstick you know it’s my favorite, and then we can get going, right?” he asks, you nod your head not being able to form words just yet.

After you got cleaned-up and ready, you got in the car and drove there, when you arrived and walked in, you quickly greeted Nancy and Robin who were later joined by Steve.

You passed the first few hours doing shots and playing games, that’s how you ended celebrating with Robin because you had won a game of beer-pong against two other guys you didn't really know. Then you two walked back into the kitchen to pour yourselves another cup and went to the living room — where most people were. You were chatting and dancing with her when you saw Eddie at a corner of the room talking to a blonde girl, he was laying his back against the wall with her in front of him, smiling, laughing, and clearly flirting.

You tried to ignore them and the uncomfortable feeling in your belly this had caused you. Since you and Eddie aren't dating — you had made that very clear — you weren't going to let yourself suffer or let this give you any kind of reaction whatsoever. You kept dancing with Robin as if nothing happened but every time you glanced over at him again, you could see that they were much more closer that before and she had started to play with his hair while they kept laughing.

Fuck, there's that uncomfortable feeling again.

You wanted to go over there and push her from him, and then ask him what the fuck does he think he's doing. But then obviously, you didn't. You just drank some more until you were properly drunk and danced some more until Steve offered you and Robin a ride home. You didn't see Eddie again that night, luckily for you. Because when you woke up the next morning and started thinking about it again, you came to the conclusion that if you had seen him again while you were that drunk, you would have probably said something that you would now be regretting.

So luckily, you just woke up with a hungover, no regrets and decided that you weren't in any place to feel jealous, he had every right to flirt with others girls, even if it was right in front of you. It's too bad that you had declined the waiter’s offer to go out last Friday, but then again, he wasn't really your type, and you would only be doing that to get even.

Because of course this was all just an attempt to convince yourself that you didn't care what Eddie did outside of your little affair, and an attempt to make you stop thinking about the blond girl so close and touchy with him. But luckily, you were able to ignore that uncomfortable feeling in your gut for a little longer.

A few weeks after that, everything went back to normal for you both, or as much as normal it could be to be having an affair with your ex-boyfriend. So this weekend, after Eddie had told you that he was going to be busy, you invited your friends to sleep over.

"Did he really ask for your number?" you asked Nancy surprised.

"Even after I told him I have a boyfriend, he kept asking and asking"

"What a dick" Robin commented. "But for what I have heard, there's another one who's also having a lot of game lately" she said signaling to you.

"What are you on about now?" you asked her.

"Steve might have told me that a certain waiter flirted with you the whole night and then he asked for your number"

"Oh, god, he’s such a snitch!”

"Not only that, but the waiter even did all of this in front of Eddie" she finally said, Nancy gasped and your face went red.

"And you gave it to him?"

"What was I supposed to do? I can't say no, it would have been so awkward"

"For him! What does that have to do with you?"

"I don't know, it just felt weird"

"And Eddie didn't do anything?" Nancy asked.

"And what would he do? He's not her boyfriend anymore" Robin responded before you could.

"I don't know, it must have been weird for him" Nancy insisted.

"I think he's gotten over it at the party with that blonde girl who couldn't keep her hands off of him" you said before thinking about it, it just escaped off of your mouth. The girls looked at you with a funny expression and you got even redder. "Sorry, umm... should I get more ice-cream? I'll go downstairs to grab it" you quickly offered to change the subject.

What you weren't expecting, neither did the girls in your room, nor the boy climbing up your window to sneak into your room: was what ending up happening.

"Surpriiiii-" Eddie started before he could put his feet on the ground and turned around from your window.

He stopped when he saw that it wasn't you that was on the bed, and the girls who actually were there stared at him with surprise.

When you went upstairs to announce that you only had strawberry left, you were indeed surprised too.

"Hi..." Eddie said nervously when he saw you. "I- didn't know you had company"

"Wwwwhat is he doing here?" Robin asked amused.

"Umm, he's..." you tried while he looked at you as if asking you what to do. Only if you knew.

"Don't try to lie to us" Nancy warned.

"Fuck" you sighed and gave up.

"I'm sorry" Eddie said to you as if ignoring the other girls would make them disappear.

"What are you doing here anyways? You said you had plans" you asked getting angry.

"Jeff canceled, so I thought I could sneak in and surprise you?"

"It would have been very clever to call before!"

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore"

"I didn't want a surprise-"

"Okaaaaay" Robin interrupted. "Stop fighting and explain yourselves"

"Uh, okay, we- are- ummm" you tried.

"Back together?" Nancy tried to help.

"No!" you quickly denied.

"No need to act so disgusted about it" He added.

"I'm not! It's just- what did you call us the other day?"

"Exes with benefits" he said and the girls looked as if they couldn't decide whether to be excited or to laugh at the situation.

"You're both idiots, that's what you are" Robin finally ended it. "Is he going to join us for the sleep over?" She asked you.

"Can I?" He asked you too.

"Ugh, fine" you sighed.

Of course you ended up explaining how it happened and of course you expected them to tell the rest of the group all about the news. What you didn’t know is what happened now, do you keep doing it but without hiding? That sounded a little too serious. So when Eddie met with you at your house again a few days after that, you knew you had to talk.

"Steve and Dustin already interrogated me" he announced.

"I know, Max and Lucas did the same to me" you told him. "I don't know Eddie"

"What?" he asked confused.

"How does this continue? What does this mean for us?"

"Does anything have to change?"

"I don't know... do you want it to change?"

He took a few seconds before answering, like he was debating something in his head.

"Alright, don't freak out, but this wasn't exactly what I wanted from the beginning" he confessed and you did in fact started to freak out.

"Wait, what?!"

"No, no, no, wait! I didn't mean it like that, I just- listen, when I first saw you again in that restaurant I got so fucking excited, I wanted to spend the rest of the night with you, cause if I didn't I got this feeling that I was going to regret it”

"But... you did spent it with me" you said confused.

"Do you remember that I told you that Gareth had stood me up, and that I called him to ask him?" you nodded. "I actually had called him to ask him to not come at all, he had told me that he was running late but I told him that you were in the restaurant too and you were alone and that if I didn't get a chance to talk to you again I would regret it my whole life"

It was your turn to take a few minutes to think, to take in this new information.

“And what do you actually want?”

"I want to get back together. I don't only want the sex. I want a relationship too" he admitted.

"And why did you agree if you knew that I didn't want that?"

"I thought I should take the opportunity, even if it wasn't completely what I wanted, it was still you. That and I was kind of hoping I could make you fall for me again"

You slowly shook your head wondering how you didn’t see this coming, it sounded so… Eddie.

"Could I?" he whispered.

"My God, Munson" you sighed. "You are unbelievable"

He softly smiled and suddenly you ran to him, jumping so he could catch you and take you in his arms. You stared at each other only to make yourself surer that this was the right decision. So then you softly grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

And after the first news your friends got that you two were having an affair, came the second news that you were finally back together, and with that, a second interrogation from every one of your friends. But this time, they were sure you were doing the right thing.

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spaghettiddy · 2 years

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I could stare at your back all day

♡ Eddie munson x fem!reader ♡

Summary: Eddie’s trying to smoke the last cigarette but you’re ferling very clingy and don’t want to take your hands off him, in any sense.

Contents/warnings (18+ MINORS DNI!!): smut, handjob, (quite a lot of) spit as lube, switch!Eddie (sub! leaning), mention of oral (m recieving), cigarette smoking, a foot appears but not in a fetish way, fluff, lots of hugging, aftercare [1.8k words]

A/N: sorry for the misleading Mitski lyric beacuse this is quite filthy. English isn’t my first language so, please be kind and any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated :)

“Please Eddie, stay a bit more. Here? With me?” you ask him with your face buried in his curls, between his shoulder blades.

Hes's leaning on the windowsill to smoke outside your window and you’re holding him from behind. Even if you can't see his face from there and his hair tickles, you don’t want to let go of him. You don’t want him to leave, leave alone in your room. Not this evening.

He could stay there, halfway outside your window, all day. Blowing little clouds of smoke, waving shamelessly at clueless passerby and neighbors.

An everlasting last cigarette.

You could stare at his back all day if it meant that your brain could slow down just a little bit and that your to-do lists seemed a bit less overwhelming, just because of his presence. Having him around helps, being in an energy bubble different from yours. You like when he gestures for you to lift the book you’re reading so he can lay in your lap with his.

You like observing him pace around your room, humming a song and fiddling with one of your knick-knacks. You like seeing him kick off his shoes right at the doorstep, like a kid ready for a playdate.

Eddie’s ribcage expands for a huff, pressing against your cheek “Last cigarette and then I have to go sweetheart, I told you”. Now you’re the one huffing when you throw yourself back on the bed.

“Eddie come on,” you say with your sweetest voice, “you’ve been working away in that garage all summer. I feel like a barely saw you. Stay a little longer.” He turns his hesd just enough to look at you: pouting lips and exaggerated pleading expression, with a leg stretched out towards him.

He turns back to take another drag. He's shaking his head, but the burning edge of the cigarette faintly illuminates a smile.

You take a good look at his back profile. Shoulders wide enough to fill nicely the double layered metal attire, a slim bit solid waist. Black tight jeans hugging his lean legs and butt, black bandana hanging from the back pocket.

However, your eyes are fixed on the slice of exposed skin between the hem of the shirt and the elastic of the blue checkered boxers.

The white eyes of the creature printed on his back patch seem to judge you for what you’re about to do. You know he’s thinking about staying he just need a little push in the right place. So you scoot forward on your elbows, until your foot makes contact with his inner thigh.

“Hey. Watcha doing back there?” he asks, amused curiosity in his voice.

You rub your sock clad foot up and down his leg an come to a halt right at his crotch.

“Nothing.” The sweetness in your voice replaced with malice.

Finally, he turns around. “Nothing” he repeats, cigarette still in one hand while the other comes down to your ankle, to stop your movements and pull you towards him.

His warm fingers squeezing your leg having the same effect on you, as the foot pressing on his zipper is having on him.

“You won’t even let me finish this huh?” The feeling of his hand on your leg shooting straight the apex of your thighs as you watch him let the half cigarette hang from his lips to grab your calf with the other hand. Before he can drag you off the bed, you free yourself from his grip to get up and take the two steps separating you.

He flicks away the ash without even looking, studying your face with an amused half smile, waiting for your next bold move.

Instead, you star showering him with feather light kisses, all over his mouth, jaw and neck. Body pressed against his, you feel his cock stir to life to your apparently innocent touches.

Growing impatient Eddie tucks his shirt under his chin to unbuckle his jeans, giving you full access to run your hands over his lean torso. Your fingers wander lower, lightly tracing his happy trail up and down, up and down until you're palming him through his underwear, accomplice of the heat pooling low in your belly.

“No no, wait,” he says, tone almost shy. You would worry something is wrong if it isn’t for the way he’s grinning “Can you do the thing with your hand? Like last time?”

“Oh. So yo’re the one making requests now.” You know exactly what he means, still remembering how pent up your new little way of teasing got him.

“Come on. You’re the one eho threw yourself at me, baby.” You’re quite literally holding him by the balls and he’s still making snarky comments. He’s lucky you want this as much as he does, if not more.

You bring your right hand up to your lips and lick a long, slow stripe from the base of your palm up to the middle finger, flicking your tongue on the fingertip.

“Fuck.” he exhales, blowing smoke out of the nostrils. Hypnotized.

Without breaking eye contact you repeat the movements for the index finger then you move to the skin connecting the palm and the thumb.

His eyes follow your hand as you slowly move it where he wants it most. He gasps even before you touch him, stopping millimeters away from his shaft. He looks at you almost with worry, almost losing the focus that stops him from moving his hips forward and meet your touch.

“If you want this so bad, the least you can do is cooperate.” The palm shiny with your spit is placed in front of his face, his heavy breathing fanning over it.

“With pleasure.” His soft muscle drags along your palm and fingers. Goosebumps erupt on the skin of the same arm when the tip of his tongue slips between your fingers.

When he’s finished, he takes the last drag of his cigarette and waits for you to touch him, blowing the smoke from the side of his mouth. There’s no way he doesn’t do it on purpose. He's aware of the effect he has on you.

In a moment you take him in your hand slicking up his length with your combined spit and he almost chokes on the last part of that provocative exhale.

“Shit. Your hands are –ah- always so soft.”

You start jerking him with one hand while the other comes down to caress his balls. Not one inch of him left untouched.

You push yourself against him, leaving enough space for your hands to move. His hands are immediately all over you, pawing at your chest and your hips thorough your light cotton shorts. He squeezes your ass so hard, you have to lean forward not to lose balance and he catches your lips in a sloppy kiss. When he squeezes again you feel your pussy lips spreading a little and you swear you can almost hear it with how wet you are getting.

Now he’s gripping the back of your neck, still sloppily kissing you and moaning in your mouth. “Always making me feel so good,” he whispers against your lips, voice low and husky “so eager too”.

You regain control. Shutting him up with another kiss and tightening the grip around his length. Your heavy breaths and the obscene noise of your combined spit mixing with the little drops of precum leaking from his slit, the only sounds filling the air of the small bedroom. All dangerously close to the open window.

Without free hands to move it, you dip your nose in his hair, to get as close as possible to his ear. “Do you know how pretty you are like this?” you ask lowly against the reddened shell of his hear, “with these pink lips. They match the tip of your cock, y’know that?”

“Oh fuck”, is the only thing he manages to get out.

“Which one should I kiss?”

He whimpers, too far gone for a verbal response.

You turn your head downwards, resting your forehead on his shoulder, to watch as his abdomen contracts each time your fingers slide to gently cup his tip.

You feel him twitch in anticipation as you lean back down. But as soon you’re close enough for him to feel your hot breath, you get back up. You plant two tender kisses on the corner of his mouth, open in stupor and pleasure.

“Maybe next time, pretty boy”

His eyes are flicking back and forth from where you’re working him with your hand to your satisfied face. Almost to make sure that it’s you. You’re the same person teasing him and the same person making him feel this fucking good, with those damn soft hands.

Your pick up your speed, keeping your thumb upright so it catches on his slit with every stroke. You watch him unravel in your hands, wheezing between moans. Losing his grip on the windowsill and on your neck.

His eyes screw shut and his head is tossed back, almost hanging outside the window. “Shit, shit, shit.” he pants “I'm gonna-”

He comes with choked groan. His spent leaking all over your fingers and landing on his pants, your shirt, his stomach.

He slumps back forward, forehead on yours, coming down from the high.

You step away to fetch something to clean yourself with, as he tucks himself back in his pants, not bothering with the handcuffs shaped belt buckle.

You start wiping your shirt and his pants, both ruined. You see his hand move to cup your cheek. “You know I would've stayed anyway, right?” he finally speaks, almost whispers.

You nod, freeing your hands to hug him. Your throw your hands around his neck, with a bit too much force, because Eddie has to catch you with a little humpf, before hugging you back, tight.

From this position you can watch the sky darken with Eddie’s slowing heartbeat as a background. “I meant what I said”, you mumble against his shoulder.

“About what? Next time?” he chuckles, shaking you slightly.

“Don’t ruin the moment.” Swatting him doesn’t work with your hands clasped behind his head “You are pretty. Handsome if you prefer.”

“i like pretty”, you hear him directly with one hear and feel his voice rumble through his chest where the other ear is pressed “But you’re making me blush, sweetheart.”

You move just enough to face him, faces so close your eyes almost cross. “This makes you blush and not what we just did? Just take the compliment”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” he says with the shyest smile you've ever seen on him.

You step back and walk towards your wardrobe. “I’m giving you something comfortable and clean to wear. You’re not getting under the comforter like that”

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #stranger things fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #sub!eddie munson #switch!eddie munson

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buckymydarlingangel · 2 years

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Loving you in the morning // Eddie Munson

Summary: Soft morning sex with Eddie.

Word count: 875

Warnings: mature themes, PinV, mommy kink, switch!Eddie, switch!reader, sub/Dom!Eddie, sub/Dom!reader, dry humping, titty sucking, aftercare, pet names (darling, sweetheart, baby, baby boy)

Minors do not interact.

I could feel his deep breathing on my neck. His curls tickled my cheeks. His whole body weight was resting on me. It was a comforting feeling.

I gazed down on him. His soft features were highlighted by the slivers of sun peeking through the partially closed blinds.

He always looked so at ease while asleep. Like nothing was plaguing his mind. Just as it was supposed to be.

I brushed a tuft of hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. I've always been so envious of his hair, it looked so effortlessly perfect.

I reached over to the bedside table, grasping for the polaroid camera that I kept there. Wanting to save this moment.

His eyebrows furrowed when the flash went off. Grunting, he pushed his face deeper into my neck.

"Sorry, darling." I whispered into his hair, shaking out the film.

He just grumbled, shifting to peer up at me through his eyelashes. Whimpering when the sun shown into his eyes, he turned his head back into my neck.

"You wanna get up?"

"Hmph"

I giggled at the grunt I got as reply.

I felt his arms tighten around me. He moved downwards shoving his face between my boobs, letting out a content sigh.

I ran my fingers through his hair, staring up at the ceiling.

He moved around, until I felt his mouth enclose around my nipple through my (his) shirt.

"Eddie!" I scolded, pulling on his hair to tug his head away from my chest.

He grinned at me, pulling up the hem of my shirt before shoving his head inside.

He sucked hickeys around my chest, up my sternum.

"Need you, mama. Please." He whispered, peeping through the neckline.

I nodded, rubbing over his head. He let out a needy sound, latching onto my nipple.

I let him do what he wanted, not wanting to ruin his fun.

Eddie straddled my leg, grinding down onto my thigh. His hands gripped my ribcage to keep him steady. He let out a little whimper, sucking harder.

I moaned at the feeling, tugging the shirt up and over my head. Pulling on his hair just made him let out even more pretty sounds.

"You sound so pretty, baby." I told him. He shuddered, humping my leg faster.

He's always loved being praised. To be told how good he's doing, it reassured him.

"Mama." He moaned, looking up at me. Whimpering at the look in my eyes.

"What is it?What do you want, baby?"

"Need you, wanna fuck you. Please, I've been good. Wanna fuck ya so bad, baby. Need it, wanna pump you full of my cum. Make you drip with it."

He hadn't stopped humping my leg, infact he'd started going faster. Working himself up with his words.

"Go ahead baby boy. Fill me up. Use me."

He scrambled to get on his knees, flipping me over onto my stomach. He shoved a pillow under my hips, flopping down on my back.

He humped my ass trying to find my hole, too delirious to think of positioning himself.

His head caught onto my entrance, slipping in the tiniest bit. It was enough to make Eddie moan, humping forward, trying to push in even more.

After a few thrusts, he was completely seated inside me. He let out a pathetic moan, immediately starting to move his hips.

Blinded by pleasure, he didn't care that he was loud. Didn't care that the whole trailer park probably knew what they were up to. He couldn't care, because he was inside beautiful girlfriend. Fucking her. He still couldn't believe that she blessed him with this privilege.

"Gonna pump you full'a my cum. Make you a real mama. Gonna mark you, oh, make sure that everyone knows that you're mine." He muttered hotly into my ear.

I moaned at the thought of him spilling his seed inside me.

"Yes, baby. Cum in me, make me yours." I begged.

He reached beneath me, furiously rubbing my clit.

"Cum y/n, cum all over my cock. Wanna feel ya. Feel what I do to you, how good I make you feel."

"So good, so good. Please don't stop. Gonna cum. Oh, Eddie. Gonna make me cum."

He growled in my ear, pinching my clit. It sent me flying over the edge, head first into an ocean of pleasure. Waves of sensations engulfing me, pulling me under. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. Stars dancing in my vision.

Eddie moaned behind me, hips stuttering against my ass. He pushed up till the hilt and stilled. I could feel his dick twitching as rope after rope filled me up.

We stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow.

Eddie got up, moving to the bathroom to get a wet cloth. He came back, gently cleaning me up.

He threw the cloth somewhere in the room, getting back in bed.

He kissed all over my face, ending on my lips.

"Morning sweetheart." He mumbled against my lips. Pressing light kisses over them continuaslly.

"Hi handsome." I whispered back.

He pulled back, smiling down at me. Rolling over, he pulled me into his chest and sighed. We both fell asleep after awhile, holding one another close.

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strangerthedevil · 2 years

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can i kiss you now? (part 2 to “i fucking hate you”)

part 1 part 3

eddie x fem!reader

summary: reader is trying to recover from whatever tf happened yesterday and eddie is getting a litttlleee too jealous seeing reader with other guys.

warnings: jealous eddie, switch!eddie, switch!reader, unprotected piv sex, oral sex f receiving, eddie is down bad, praise kink, public sex, violence! mentions of blood, cuts, bruises, wounds, kissing the devil (billy) SORRY!! ANGST, eddie is in denial, but so is reader honestly. reader and eddie are actually dumb.

5.2k words of filth and angst.

a/n: i’m really proud of this one, i hope you enjoy! please reblog and leave feedback, don’t just like!! i’m really enjoying writing this series, i have lots of ideas in my head and i just gotta find the motivation to keep going😭.

it’s been a few hours since whatever the fuck happened between you and eddie and he hasn’t looked at you once, he’s been avoiding eye contact, and you just have had enough of him pretending like he didn’t fuck your brains out and just leave you alone,

after he left you alone you slowly got up, you were a little sore, limping slightly to your class, you told the teacher you were on your period which is why you were late and got off with a warning,

when you finally got home, your parents weren’t home again, you haven’t seen them in so long, it’s like you live here alone at this point. you walk upstairs and take a shower, cleaning eddie off from between your legs, it hurt to think about him just leaving but sure you liked the roughness and everything he was calling you, but you still wanted him to stay with you after.

it’s just sex it’s not like you wanted him to be your boyfriend right? fuck no god he would be such a horrible boyfriend, all he cares about is himself that douche bag god how could you even think about being with him in a relationship. it’s totally reasonable for him to just get up and leave it’s not like you guys are dating or anything…

you leave the shower and dry off sighing looking at the bite marks eddie left all over you, you feel conflicted about this whole situation, is it gonna happen again? are you guys friends with benefits now? or is it enemies with benefits? you sigh walking out the door with just your towel, you were home alone after all.

you walk into your room and your telephone rings, you look confused at it and walk towards it. you pick it up and answer, “yes? whose this?”

“it’s chrissy! can i come over? we need to get ready for your date with billy tomorrow!” you sigh into the phone forgetting about that. fuck.

“i- chrissy i don’t know about that date i might cancel…” you can hear her pout and you almost feel bad, but she’s the one who put you in this situation.

“why not? is something wrong? i’m coming over okay?” you take a deep breath and just let her come over, it’s better than thinking about eddie all night.

chrissy knocks on your door 10 minutes later, she doesn’t live very far, you head downstairs and open the door for her, she was still wearing her cheer uniform and you were wearing a sports bra and shorts,

chrissy walks in and hugs you “is everything okay?” she gives you a concerned look and sighs. “if you don’t want to go on that date with billy i totalllllyyy get it but i feel like you’ll regret it because he’s the hottest guy in hawkins i mean have you seen that ass?” you laugh and look her in the eyes wanting to tell your bestfriend about eddie but was scared of her reaction.

she tilts her head and her eyes soften “you know you can talk to me about anything.”

you almost tear up you felt so stupid for sleeping with eddie, your whole highschool experience you’ve been hating him, and you still do, but how did you guys get to this point?

“chrissy- i-, i have to tell you something, please don’t judge me, it just happened and i don’t know how it happened it all just happened so fast i don’t know what to do and i feel so shitty and i just need to tell someone.” you pant out.

chrissy grabs your hand and takes you to the living room, sitting down on the couch “what happened? i promise i won’t judge you.”

“me and eddie… we um-“ you close your eyes, you haven’t said it out loud yet. chrissy nods in understanding and waits for you to continue.

“we had sex” you blurt out.

chrissy’s eyes widen and she rubs your shoulder back and forth and you start to tear up wrapping your arms around chrissy’s shoulder. “it’s okay…” chrissy kisses the top of your head and you sigh into her touch. “i’m such an idiot” you pull back from the hug and the tears stain your cheek, you look up at chrissy and chrissy shakes her head “no you’re not, let’s take a deep breath what happened? tell me how it happened okay? let’s figure it out together.” she wipes the tears off your cheek.

you tell her how it happened and chrissy was fuming. “what the fuck is wrong with him? so he just left you? no aftercare at all? what an asshole my god. we have to get him back”

you laugh at her anger “god no i don’t want to even look at him.. i’d probably break down.”

“but we need to make him pay! god he’s such a dick. it’s not your fault you know? he’s such a manipulative douchebag. i have a proposition, you might not like it but hear me out.” chrissy grabs your cheek and rubs back and forth with her thumb.

you wipe the singular tear falling off your cheek and nod your head for her to continue.

“chrissy are you sure about this?” you look at yourself in the mirror and flatten the little black dress chrissy let you borrow, it was short, it laid right under your ass, it was tight showing off your curves and low cut just enough to show some cleavage, you don’t really wear stuff like this so you we’re definitely feeling weird, but you felt good, confident. it was the next day and 6:55 pm 5 minutes before your date with billy.

chrissy’s plan was to go on the date with billy at the hideout, she said that eddie’s band plays there all the time so eddie would see you both and probably shit his pants. you loved concerts so even if you had to deal with billy’s insistent flirting, then so be it, you just needed to get him jealous.

“of course i’m sure! you look so hot” chrissy walks up from behind you and wraps her hand around your waist putting her chin on your shoulder looking at you through the reflection of the mirror.

you smile and nod, “okay” you sigh out “do you think this’ll work?”

“i mean yeah, and you don’t have to go to prom with him, or even date him, im sorry i forced you into going to prom with him… but that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun tonight! if you need me please call me, i’ll pick you up, call me as soon as you get back home! ” chrissy puts your hair on your shoulder and smiles.

a honk from outside cuts your conversation short, and you both take a deep breath. “you ready hot stuff?” chrissy grins at you and grabs your hand to take you outside.

you open the door and find billy in his car smoking a cigarette looking straight ahead. you speed walk towards his car turning around one more time to wave at chrissy, she smiles at you and waves back mouthing “have fun!” and you open the door, smiling nervously at him.

“hey!” you fidget with your fingers and look at him.

“hey gorgeous… i like your pretty dress, you wear it for me?” he looks you up and down and grabs your thigh, throwing his cigarette out the window.

you shiver and think of how eddie said that yesterday too. why do men think you wear everything for them?

“umm sure, you ready to go?” picking at your nails.

“course i am, let’s go.” billy let’s go of your thigh and you sigh in relief.

you walk into the hide out and smile widely looking around at everything. it was a dream, people were talking, and drinking, and dancing, and a band was playing metal music, your favorite.

“you sure you wanna stay in this shit hole gorgeous?” billy touches the small of your back and you nod.

“are you kidding i love it here!” you run to the dance floor to dance and jump up and down with the crowd. the song ends and you sigh standing waiting for the next song, it was a slower song, but you still loved this song. you smile and tell billy to come next to you. he doesn’t have an expression on his face but he walks towards you anyway grabbing your hand, you turn around so your back is facing his chest and grind your ass against him, he groans, grabbing your hips and guiding you. you feel his erection pressed on to your lower back and sigh against him.

you couldn’t help but wish it was eddie behind you, so you close your eyes imagining it was him touching you like this, him grabbing your ass and kissing your neck, heat pools between your legs at the thought and you quietly moan under your breath,

you open your eyes slowly and find yourself looking at eddie, he was standing in the corner of the backstage for the next band, and you almost fall forward but continue to dance with billy. jesus fucking shit you thought, this is really happening. the song ends and you already know eddie’s band is next.

“and let’s give it up for corroded coffin!” everyone cheers loudly, and you stop dancing with billy. eddie walks out and he makes eye contact with you, his big smile fades and his wander to see billy behind you wrapping his hands around your waist and his jaw clenches but he looks away and starts the song, riffing his gutiar.

you stare at eddie and think of all the things he did to you yesterday, and how he just left you there, how he ignored you for the rest of the day, acting as if nothing happened.

you feel the anger pool inside your stomach and you grab billy’s cheeks and kiss him wanting to forget about eddie, and make him watch.

billy groans into the kiss and his hand on your waist trails down to your ass and squeezes you moan into the kiss. billy bites your lip and you let him inside your mouth, your tongue’s intertwining. you pull his hair and he bucks his hip into yours and you feel how hard he is.

“you wanna get out of here gorgeous?” billy sighs into your mouth.

“mm not right now” you smile into the kiss and your eyes wander to see eddie’s eyes shooting daggers at you both. you keep making out with billy, and want to spice things up so you tell him to kiss your neck.

he obliges immediately, leaving kisses all around your neck and you fake a moan. making direct eye contact with eddie as billy leaves marks on your neck.

eddie’s jaw clenches and he sings the song in pure anger, you could see the air coming out of his nose. and his face getting red. the song ends and eddie’s band is dismissed. eddie gives you one last look before heading backstage you smile in accomplishment pushing billy off of you and saying you’re heading to the ladies room. you just wanted to touch up a bit. you turn your head and find billy already talking to a different girl, not like you care, you’re just here for eddie.

you head into the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror, you check yourself out in the dress and you’re really, really, happy chrissy let you borrow it because it made you feel good.

as you open the door to walk out, eddie is walking in, you stumble back, he looks you up and down and locks the door behind you both.

you smile at him sweetly, “this is the ladies room munson, if you didn’t notice”

“oh yeah? did you like my show?” he holds back his smile and walks closer to you.

“mmm not really i’d give a solid D for performance. A for effort though” you hold up a thumbs up. “did you like mine?” you laugh slightly and eddie’s eyes soften a bit.

eddie laughs in disbelief his tongue poking the side of his cheek. “could’ve done better than that sweetheart, i’d give the make out a 2/10, not enough ass grabbing in my opinion.”

“oh yeah?” you smirk and put your hands on your hips.

“did your date like the show?” he sniffs, and lifts his chin up, lifting up his eyebrows in question.

you smile knowing you got to him. you roll your eyes jokingly and start to walk towards the door,“mm not sure lemme go ask him-“

eddie stops you, extending his arm so you can’t walk any further. “nuh uh, you’re staying right here with me sweetheart.”

“and what if i don’t?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“you will, now why don’t you go ahead and tell me what the fuck you’re doing with billy piece of shit hargrove out there huh?” eddie’s jaw clenches as he says his name and you back up so you’re standing right in front of him.

“and why on earth would you, eddie pretentious asshole munson care?” you challenge him crossing your arms together, your cleavage showing more, you don’t miss the way eddie’s eyes flicker between your chest and your eyes.

“uh uh,” you snap your fingers in his face “eyes up here munson”

eddie rolls his eyes and rubs his forehead like he was trying to get rid of a headache, “i wasn’t looking-”

“mm yeah you keep telling yourself that sweetheart.” you call him the pet name he always calls you.

“you’re a fucking brat, sometimes i wish you would just shut the fuck up and listen to me.”

“why don’t you make me then?” your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek and you smile waiting for his reaction.

eddie shakes his head and laughs in disbelief. he feels all the blood rush to his cock and he walks closer to you, putting your hair behind your ear, “you sure you want that sweetheart? isn’t your little date waiting for you outside?”

your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, “oh him? don’t worry about him, he’s a big boy.”

eddie hums in approval and leans into your ear, “and what am i?”

“you? well you’re my little fuck toy baby, what else would you be?” you run your fingers up and down under eddie’s shirt, and eddie’s breath hitches.

“yeah? i’m your little fuck toy now? f-fuck.” you nod and lean up to whisper in his ear,

“can i touch you eddie?” you scratch eddie’s stomach, he nods quickly, you smile at his submission and your hands reach down to palm him through his black skinny jeans.

eddie moans quietly and you continue touching him, you grab his now hard cock and squeeze. “now what’s got you all worked up like this baby?”

“y-you” eddie starts to breathe heavily when you unbuckle his belt, and unbutton his jeans, you reach your hand down in his boxers and start to stroke his length slowly,

eddie chokes on a moan, “f-fuck sweetheart, what’s gotten into you?”

“nothing, i just think… you need a little punishment.” you bite eddie’s neck and lick the area to soothe it.

“punishment for what?” eddie arches his neck to the side to give you more access and you smirk against his skin,

“for being such an asshole all the time.” you take your hand away from his cock and back away, jumping onto the sink and sitting.

eddie gives you his big puppy dog eyes and whines at the loss of your touch. “w-why’d you stop?”

“i said this was a punishment didnt i? now come over here and make me feel good.” eddie gives a small smile and walks towards you, he tries to kiss you but you hold a finger out his lips touching your finger. he kisses your finger and you pull your finger away.

“no kissing.” you sigh out and straighten out your dress.

“no kissing huh? is that my punishment baby? really?” he smiles and shakes his head,

“oh we’re just getting started with your punishment sweet boy.” you open your legs wider and let him take a look at the black lace thong you were wearing. “take it off for me?”

“g-god jesus h. christ sweetheart, that’s so fucking hot.” he grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him so his clothed crotch can rub against your panties. he bucks up into you and you moan grabbing on to his neck to grind back against him.

“you’re so big eddie fuck…” eddie whimpers at your praise and he kisses your neck, trailing down your whole body, he moves the dress to wrap around your waist snapping the black thong string against your skin, you cuss at the sting.

he gets on his knees and kisses your cunt through your very, very thin panties. you gasp and buck your hips against his face, grabbing his hair and pulling him to get where you want him.

eddie groans at your hair pulling and takes off your thong slowly it was slick with arousal and he took it off with his teeth, he takes it and put it in his pocket. “gonna use this to jerk off later…”

he leaves another wet kiss on your now bare cunt, and then licks a big fat stripe up your pussy making you cry out in pleasure. “fuck eddie don’t be such a tease.”

you could feel eddie smirk against you and he finally takes your clit inside his mouth and sucks. you moan loudly and pull his hair, “fuck just like that baby, yes god my good boy keep doing that.”

eddie moans against you and you hum at the vibration, your eyes close shut and you feel so good, like you’re on euphoria with eddie on his knees for you like this.

you wrap your legs around eddie’s head trying to get him impossibly closer to you, and you can see eddie humping the air trying to get any type of relief, you moan at the sight and continue to buck your hips into his tongue.

“s-shit eddie your tongue feels so good, make me cum yeah?” eddie hums in approval and you sigh in pleasure pulling eddie’s hair so hard you could pull it off when he licks that sweet spongy spot inside of you.

“i-im so fucking close don’t stop.” eddie adds two of his fingers on you circling your clit adding pressure onto you with his tongue and fingers, you could scream at this point but you bite your hand to keep quiet.

you moan loudly and clamp down on eddie’s tongue, cumming all over his face. eddie stands up with a smile on his face licking whatever he can reach with his tongue.

“can i kiss you now?” he smirks and wipes his face with a finger and shoving it inside your mouth. you suck on his finger and look at him holding eye contact the whole time.

you stop sucking on eddie’s finger and look him up and down, “take your shirt off,”

eddie smiles excitingly and takes his shirt off quickly, while he’s doing that you take off your dress and he finally sees you, in just your black lacy bra, which wasn’t doing much in covering your nipples.

“fuck i- god sweetheart you have to be the most gorgeous person i’ve ever laid eyes on…”

eddie tries to palm his cock through his jeans to relieve the pressure, he was so painfully hard.

you tilt your head and laugh sweetly, “does it hurt that bad baby?”

“f-fuck yeah it does it hurts so bad, eddie looks at you and keeps palming himself, choking on a moan when you open your legs wider and unclasp your bra, finally being fully naked in front of him.

eddie’s jaw drops and he sighs out, taking his pants and boxers off and pants in relief at his length finally being out of his confines.

“are you gonna fuck me? or am i just gonna have to fuck myself?” you give eddie a serious look and put your hands on your clit rubbing circles.

“f-fuck no let me do that,” he slaps your hand away and replaces your hand with his. rubbing small circles, “you’re so wet, i-i cant” eddie leans down to your tits and starts to kiss and leave love bites there, he sucks on your nipples and plays with and twists the other with his finger.

“fuck me already.” you whine and buck your hips against his fingers.

“m’ getting there sweet girl, let me take my time, let me enjoy you being spread wide open for me like this.” eddie fingers you faster and you sigh out in pleasure,

“i just want you inside of me… be a good boy and fill me up please…” eddie’s pupils widen and he immediately turns you around bending you over the sink so you can look at yourself.

“you see yourself right there? you’re my little whore.” eddie places his cock at your entrance, and shoves inside without warning.

“look at yourself getting fucked by me. you like that?” eddie grabs your hips and fucks into you at a fact pace. you moan loudly at the intrusion and grind back against him.

“you see yourself in that mirror and what do you see baby?” he slaps your ass waiting for your response.

“fuck- i- i see you fucking me,” you drop your head down and moan.

“i see my pretty girl getting fucked by me” eddie grabs your chin makes you look at yourself “eyes on you.”

“you’re my pretty girl huh?”

“f-fuck yes eddie” you hold eye contact with him in the mirror and scream when eddie hits your sweet spot repeatedly.

eddie pulls his bandana from his pocket and gags you with it, putting it inside your mouth.

“stay quiet for me yeah? be a good girl.” you nod and almost scream when eddie hits your g-spot making you see stars.

“shh shh, i know baby, i know..” he coos.

eddie reaches around you and rubs slow circles on your clit with his fingers and you moan loudly, biting down on the bandana,

“you sound so pretty like this baby… fuck yes god you’re so tight.”

“faster” you try to mumble through the bandana, eddie takes the gag out and asks “did i hear you right baby? did you say faster?”

you nod and look back at him pouting.

“be careful what you wish for sweetheart.” eddie pounds into you at a relentless pace and you choke on a moan, you couldn’t even fully moan you’re mouth was just open in pleasure and you grabbed the sink for a grip and kept saying eddie’s name like it was a prayer.

“i-im gonna cum eds.” you drop your head down.

“me too baby, f-fuck you can come sweetheart.” as soon as you get eddies permission you cum on his dick and his cum shoots inside of you at the same time, you whimper and eddie pulls out of you, he grabs his shirt and cleans you both up and he places a kiss between your legs before standing up.

“can i kiss you now?”

you laugh in disbelief and pull your dress back down. while eddie puts his pants back on, he only puts on his leather jacket since he used his shirt as a cum rag. “shit can i have my panties back? this dress is too short to be walking around like this commando”

“mm i know” eddie grabs your ass and squeezes harshly. “all mine.” you think about questioning the fact he’s calling you ‘his’ but you decide against it.

he takes out your panties from his back pocket and waves it in your face. “finders keepers” he shrugs and you try to reach for it but he’s too tall.

“eddie!” you whine.

“i’ll give them back to you, if you let me kiss you…” he widens his eyes and smirks, laughing a bit.

you roll your eyes. “ha! no way.”

“mmm then i guess you’re never getting em back.” he shoves them back in his pocket and you shrug.

“and i guess you’re never gonna kiss me” you raise your eyebrows in amusement.

“mm i think you want your panties back more than i want to kiss you…” he smiles down at you, grabbing your cheeks and closing his eyes, it looked like he was trying to regain his composure, he takes a deep breath, opens his eyes, and meets face to face with your soft eyes,

he lets go of your cheeks and puts his hand in his pockets. “i-i should go… um uncle wayne is gonna beat my ass if i’m not home soon! so i’m just gonna-“ he starts to back away from you and couldn’t believe he was just going to leave like that, again.

“why the fuck do you keep doing that” you snap at him, suddenly pissed off. you step closer to him and point at his chest, he stumbles back.

“doing what?” he grabs your finger to stop from poking his chest again.

“just fucking me and then acting like nothing happened? do you think i’m just some hooker you’re gonna fuck whenever you wanna get your dick wet?” your eyebrows furrow and you snatch your hand back from him.

“what do you think this is? what do you think i’m in love with you or something?” eddie’s eyes widen in anger. “did you think i was gonna take you on a date after? tell you how much i love you? this isn’t a fucking relationship.”

ouch.

“no i didn’t think that but you could at least have some common decency! you cant just act like it didn’t happen! when are we gonna talk about it?” you yell at him.

“talk about what?! there isn’t anything to talk about! this-” he points at both of you, “is nothing!” he turns around grabbing and pulling his hair.

“oh you cannot be serious!” you cross your arms and have the urge to slap him. “you really are the most self centered, most arrogant, most pretentious, most infuriating person i’ve ever met! it amazes me how much you don’t care about anyone but your fucking self.”

“i don’t understand how it’s my fault that you’re in love with me and i’m not in love with you! i’m not going to cuddle you after sex like we’re dating, and if that’s what you want then … i- just cant give that you.” he sighs and turns back around to face you,

“i’m not fucking in love with you, and i never will. i don’t want cuddles and goodnight kisses, i understand better than anyone that’s not how you roll, you’re just not a sweet guy, i don’t want anything more with you than a nice fuck. is that what you want to hear? because it’s true. god i fucking despise you. you are my worst nightmare!” you scream at him and pace around the room.

“i can only give you sex. and if that’s not good enough for you then maybe we shouldn’t do it anymore.” he sighs in defeat and rubs his headache away with his thumb and index finger.

“fine.” you look down at your heels, you felt overwhelmed with this situation, you didn’t know how to feel.

“fine.” he crosses his arms together, and leaves walking out the door, leaving you alone. you hear the concert still going on outside and sigh.

you need to call chrissy to take you home, you doubt billy is still here, he probably left with some girl.

you go outside straightening out your dress, you look around looking for a phone box, you hear a sudden loud commotion going on and a crowd gathering up there. you gasp and run over there trying to see what’s going on,

billy and eddie were fighting. eddie was on top of billy and he was punching him ruthlessly, billy’s face was fucked up thrown back and forth, he was spitting out blood and you scream trying to get eddie off of him.

“eddie!”

eddie stops his punch half way and turns around to look at you. it’s like your voice stood out the most within all of the cheering.

“eddie? stop it, get off of him.” you step closer to him slowly. billy was on the floor close to dead basically. he was coughing out blood.

“you didn’t hear what he said about you.” he looks down at him.

“it doesn’t matter what he said. let’s go okay?” you grab eddie’s shoulder and encourage him to stand up, he does but not before he spits on billy. “you’re piece of shit. don’t ever talk about her like that again.”

you grab eddie’s shoulder and push him outside. “what the fuck was that? are you trying to get arrested for murder? you almost killed him!”

“j-just let’s go okay? let me take you home.” he grabs his nose and groans in pain. you step closer to him to inspect his face, his nose was bleeding and he had lots of bruises. he also had a few cuts on his face, and his eye looked like it was gonna become a black eye soon.

“you’re an idiot you know that right?” you laugh and eddie laughs with you.

“you should see the other guy,” he winks at you and you push his shoulder playfully.

“shut up, let’s go back to my place, i have a first aid there.” you both walk towards eddie’s van and you both sit in silence on the way to your house. neither of you wanting to talk about what happened tonight.

you couldn’t help but wonder what billy said that made eddie want to kill him like that. you look at eddie’s knuckles on the steering wheel, they were covered in his blood and you shivered.

“can i ask you a question?” you glance at eddie.

“i don’t know, can you?” eddie reaches into the glove compartment for a cigarette, lighting it up to take a drag, opening the windows.

“umm what did billy say?” you fidget with your fingers and look back at him again.

eddie’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and you curl up.

“he said he couldn’t wait to fuck your-“ he takes a deep breath and continues “he said he couldn’t wait to fuck you at prom. and said some other shitty disgusting stuff about you.”

“oh. what made him say that shit to you anyway?” you feel disgusted you kissed that asshole and recoil into your seat.

“he didn’t, i-i um overheard.” he clears his throat and tightens his grip further on the wheel. his knuckles turning white.

“well thank you… you know for defending me like that.” you look out the window not wanting to see his reaction to your appreciation.

he looks at you staring at the window and he smiles softly. his heart flutters at your hair flying through the wind and your eyes closing as the wind hits your face. the moon reflecting off your face perfectly. you were so beautiful to him.

“yeah. you’re-“ he clears his throat, “you’re welcome.”

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hvreticz · 2 years

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STUDY SESSION (S. Harrington x Reader x E. Munson)

WARNINGS : light smut (-18 dni), fem!reader, swearing, teasing. switch!steve, switch!eddie, switch!reader, dry humping, thigh riding.

These warnings are here for a reason. If you’re not into that stuff, don’t read.

words count : i honestly don’t know but it’s long

a/n : it’s my first smut writing so i’m sorry if it’s not perfect ! the real smut is actually going to be on part 2, see this first part more as foreplay.

part 2 here (coming soon)

summary : Robin, Steve, Eddie and You are on a tutor session for some math exam next month. Robin leaves and things between the boys and you start to heat up.

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Some song was playing on the radio as background noises while the four of you were focusing on that math exam sheet the teacher gave you earlier that day «as an exercise for what was coming next month» she said.

“you know what ?” said the long haired metalhead, despair could be seen on his face “fuck this !” He spit it out as he was moving his hands around our paper. “I cant even comprehend a single word !” said Eddie, dramatically falling on his back on the ground, a long groan of frustration escaping his lips.

“It’s okay Eddie, what part do you not understand ? maybe i can help you out ?” Said Robin, shifting from a laying down position to a sitting one, pressing her weight on her left arm, her glance moving to Eddie’s copy.

Surprisingly, Robin was the smartest out of us four about math. She was being a real friend and a great tutor on that session because you caught up on things with her you didn’t even understand a word in class. She had a way of explaining things that made everything more easier for everyone -even if some rambling was lost in the process.-

Steve was looking at his copy, chewing on the end of his pen, eyebrows furrowed in a concentrated expression, lost in algebra. “I think Munson’s right, fuck this.” Said steve before throwing his pen on the ground.

“Are you two being serious right know ?” you said in an annoying tone “You can’t give up now guys ! we’re almost on page five-”

“Yeah…out of TWENTY !” said Eddie with a fake angry tone, getting up in a sitting position. You looked at robin with desperate eyes, trying to communicate to her that they couldn’t give up. But she didn’t get the message.

“Okay guys, listen.” She started before exhaling lots of air “We worked on this for like, what ? more than an hour now ?” She glanced at everyone and we all nodded. “And it’s getting pretty late to be honest…We still have a whole month to prepare all of this so…why don’t we take a break and start again tomorrow?”

Eddie and steve’s head lighted up while you made a little smile, agreeing on this arrangement. “I swear Buckley i could totally kiss you right now.” Eddie bursted and Robin made such a face of disgust, it made you laugh. Robin then packed her stuff before leaving your house.

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You were now only in your room with steve and Eddie and while you were comfortable with them being around, you could feel that the air changed once Robin had left your bedroom. It wasn’t the first time you felt tingles in your stomach when you were alone with your best friends. You could just feel it in the air, it was heavier, hotter and thicker. You could feel the tension in the way your cheeks suddenly felt as if they were crimson red or the way your breathing was suddenly going a little faster, heart pounding into your chest.

“Soooo…since we all agreed on giving up..” said Steve, a grin growing on his face as you and Eddie looked at him. “I was thinking maybe we can play a game, you know, to pass time. You’re in ?” Steve asked while looking at you, and Steve being Steve, you knew it would not be only a little game to pass time, that dude was literally a devil. You looked at him then at Eddie. ooooh but Eddie….when that boy follows him in those games, he’s the human version of perversion.

Before you could answer, you heard Eddie’s voice, he was faster. “I’m totally following you Harrington.” The two best friends smiled at each other, as if they knew something you didn’t. You looked at them, eyebrows frowning and brain empty, lips parted in a small o shape when you saw Eddie getting closer to you, his chest hitting your back as his legs spread around your body.

“What’s going on you guys ?” you said as you feel Eddie’s breath on your left ear and you could feel his heart beat faster against your back and yours started to feel like it was going to jump out of your body. You looked at steve who was sitting in front of you, legs spread, his head tilted slightly, a grin on his face. “Ooooh, your poor little thing, don’t even know what she got herself into huh ?” Steve got closer to your body, his arms being on each side of your body and eddie’s legs, your face being inch close and you swear on god you never felt so turned on before.

“Did you lost your tongue sweetheart ?” you felt eddie’s hot breath on your right ear this time, his hands going to your shirt, slightly lifting it, brushing your skin with his hands. You closed your eyes and rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder, the metalhead kissing one side of your neck. Steve saw the opportunity and he tilted his head in the crook of your neck, kissing it gently here and there. you could feel steve’s lips sucking on your sensitive skin while eddie’s ringed hands were traveling more into your chest, his lips eating your neck as if it was the most desirable thing in the world.

“Boys….” a whine escaped your lips, your left hand finding steve’s hair and the other finding eddie’s thigh, gripping strongly on both, your nails digging into’s eddie’s jeans and pulling steve’s hair, a groan escaping from both boys. “It’s wrong….it’s soooo wrong…we shoul- fuck- shouldn’t do this…” You couldn’t concentrate properly with all those hands and lips on you. You opened your eyes to see that Eddie got rid of your top and steve was gently kissing the top of your tits, them being still hidden in your bra.

That’s only at that moment you realized something ; the boys were still fully clothed. You bit your lower lips, pushing steve away from your body before completely loosing it. “You should get rid of that ridiculous shirt Harrington…If i’m getting naked, so are you.”

“Yeah get naked for us Harrington.” You heard Eddie’s voice and you could feel him move in your back, his boner hitting you. You turned to face him. his beautiful big brown eyes meting yours. You bit your lower lip again for him to see and his eyes darted to them, big and pink, he couldn’t wait to taste your beautiful lips. He moved forward but you put one hand on his torso before slowly pulling him on the ground. “You too big boy. Gotta get rid of that jacket you got.” You lowered your gaze on his thighs, tracing them from his knee to the top of his pants and you could feel him tense under your soft touch. “ And maybe i’ll help you with that.” You sat on eddie’s lap, slowly moving your clothed pussy on his boner, getting some friction and the both of you moaned.

You were so absorbed by eddie that you didn’t heard Steve getting behind you and slowly getting rid of your bra before cupping both of your tits in his big hands. His lips found your neck again and he dropped hungry kissed on it. “Forgetting about someone huh ?” His voice hit the skin of your neck and you moaned again, feeling your pussy throbbing. Eddie looked at the both of you, lips parted in a beautiful o shape. Steve made eye contact with him and he had to say, the thought of his best friend looking at him like that, he could feel his dick twitch in his boxer. “Don’t look at me like that Harrington or i’ll fucking jerk off right now.” He sat up again, placing a hand on your waist and grabbing your face with the other. “look at me sweetheart.” So you did, opening your eyes to look at eddie and he was full with lust. He looked at steve who was still hungrily kissing you everywhere. “and share a little, you egoistic bitch.” he said before kissing you. It wasn’t a soft kiss, it was a dirty kiss, with tongues and teeth and muffled moans everywhere. You moved your hips faster on eddie and you could feel your head starting to feel dizzy.

You felt Steve moving his hips forward against your ass, moaning and kissing the back of your neck. The way both of them were using you to release a little bit of friction, it drove you insane and you needed more. “Eddie.” you said, half moaning, his total attention being on you. “I’m going to ride you thigh yeah ? You would like that ?” Just by asking, Eddie felt his dick twitch again in his pants. “Fuck yeah i would like that sweetheart.” You nodded and started to move back and forth on eddie thigh, moaning louder to the friction, your wet pussy starting to form a wet spot on his pants. Eddie hand moved on your throat and he kissed you even more hungrily than before, his hips moving back and forth on your knee.

“Steve.” You said when you could catch some air, Eddie’s lips being glued to yours and moans escaping all your lips. “Keep going what you’re doing, you’re doing so fucking great steve.” Steve nodded and grabbed the side of your waist, gridding even more harder on your ass. He felt the knot on his stomach starting to tense and groans were now filling the whole room. “Fuck, sweetheart, Eddie….Shit- i’m about to cum, i’m about to fucking cum.” You heard Eddie’s raspy laugh and the boys locked eyes ”Me too pretty boy, but you have to hold it for me yeah?” He then looked at you and you bit your lips so hard you could taste blood on your tongue. “Boys im about to cum- oh my god-” Louder moans filled the room. “I want us to cum together.” you looked at both boys and they both nodded, moans, groans and plenty of other things escaped their lips. The three of you could feel the knot in your stomach starting to realease. “Now ! i want to cum, i want to cum- fuck- m’cumming !”

You all came at the same time, shaking, heavy breathing, lips red and parted, sweating and panting. You tried to look at both boy while coming and seeing their beautiful face made you cum even harder. Eddie’s hands on your waist were going to leave bruises because of his rings digging in your skin and steve arms were strongly wrapped around your body, his head rested in the crook of your neck. You all get down from your highs.

“Fuck, We should get study session more often.” Said eddie and you all laughed. “definitely.” said Steve. You then kissed both boys “That was….amazing.”

You wondered if this was going to happen again, and secretly wish it would.

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tittie-lattes · 1 year

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I’m Just Dying to Be Him (18+)

Pairing: bottom/sub!Steve x top/dom!Billy x switch/sub!Eddie

Summary: While Steve and Billy are in the midst of a rendez-vous in the woods, none other than Eddie Munson catches them, and maybe he watches longer than he should.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and a fight. 18+ smut: anal sex, sir kink?, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, threesome (technically) and cum eating. (Eddie’s a perv in this but for now, Billy and Steve will allow it.)

Word Count: 2001

A/N: For my C1 square “Accidental Voyeurism” for @billyhargrovebingo and A3 Square “secret desire” for @harringroveson-bingo . Title taken from the second verse of “Sugar We’re Goin’ Down” by Fall Out Boy. Tbh, the minute a title of a fic I write isn’t inspired by a song will be the day we’re in the apocalypse. As always, kisses to @writer-in-theory for hyping me up and being the best beta reader. <3

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IF YOU CLICK "KEEP READING" YOU ARE ACKNOWLEDGING THAT YOU ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE AND ARE AWARE OF THE CONTENT WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE.

Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington were the rivalry of the century. Steve was the reigning king of Hawkins, the keg king, the most sought after guy in town… until Hargrove moved into town. After that, Billy managed to snatch every golden crown from Steve’s head and make him look like just another ordinary guy. It started with an argument in the locker room after everyone had left the showers.

“Every time you speak, my brain gets angry,” Steve shouts, smacking the handle of the shower into the off position. Billy was still washing the suds from his blonde locks and simply looked at Steve, amused, which seemed to piss Harrington off more.

“What?” he grumbles, taking a towel to dry the water droplets from his chest.

Billy shuts the water off and steps into Steve’s space, gently pushing his shoulder, walking them backwards until Steve’s back is pressed against the chilly tiles. He drew his lower lip between his teeth, murmuring, “Maybe so, but it would seem your body is very attracted to me.”

Steve glares at Billy, ignoring the way the blood rushed straight to his cock with Billy’s mouth just mere inches away from his own. His eyes flicker over Billy’s face and he groans, “fuck it,” just before practically crashing their lips together. It’s all teeth and tongue, but it’s steamy and probably the hottest thing he’s ever felt. Billy’s grasping at his waist, his ass, his thighs, and Steve can not stop from moaning, despite the potential of someone walking in.

Billy breaks the kiss far too soon for Steve’s liking and he smirks, brushing his thumb along Steve’s lower lip, “Meet me in the woods by the Quarry tonight, we can pick up where we left off.”

And that was how Steve found himself being bent over the front of the Camaro that night.

Just nearby, Eddie Munson was closing out a drug sale to some guy on the swim team. Normally he would have done this near the picnic bench behind the school, but the guy seemed too nervous and felt like doing it at night in the middle of the woods. It felt more suspicious, but his wallet was forty dollars fuller. Though, just as he was about to open the door to his van, a drawn out groan caught his attention, and against his better judgment, Eddie decided to go investigate.

Eddie furrowed his brows, slowly navigating the brush as he got closer to the noise. The first thing he could see was a familiar burgundy BMW and blue Camaro. What the hell were Harrington and Hargrove doing out here, let alone out here together? They were rivals, the talk of the school, of the town. He could hear a loud grunt, making his heart rate pick up. Were they fighting? Poor Harrington. He lost in a fight to Jonathan Byers, how was he going to fare against Billy Hargrove?

“Fuck!” Eddie just barely picked up on Harrington’s voice above the blood rushing in his ears. He inched closer to the cars, not wanting to make a sound yet. If this was a fight, he wanted the advantage. He caught a glimpse of Hargrove’s golden locks illuminated in the moonlight.

“Shut up, Harrington,” Hargrove grunted, followed by the sound of a slap.

Oh, boy.

Eddie moved even closer, so he could see just what was going on between the two cars. He expected to see Harrington beaten bloody on the ground, not bent over the hood of Hargrove’s precious Camaro, Hargrove’s fist in his chestnut locks, tugging his head back as he thrust his cock into his ass.

“Billy, please,” Steve gasped, clenching his fists, as there was nothing for him to grab on to. Billy’s cock stretched him out perfectly, hit all the right spots, and all Steve wanted to do was watch Billy’s face, see the way he scrunched his eyebrows and set his jaw.

Billy could not conceal the smirk, he knew the effect he had on the fallen king. He slapped Steve’s asscheek again and jerked his head back a little more, “please, what?”

Eddie knew he should walk away, but god damn, there was something about the scene before him. Without even realizing it, he was palming himself over his jeans, stifling a gasp. At this moment, he did not know if he was more jealous of Harrington or Hargrove.

The sound heard next was something akin to a cry, enough to make any guy cream his pants, “please, sir,” Steve licked at his drying lips and reached back to grasp Billy’s hand, “Wa- Wanna see you,” Steve whined, making the tent in Eddie’s pants harden even more.

Billy smirked, pulling out of Steve long enough for the man to lay on his back against the Camaro. He grabbed ahold of Steve’s legs, lifting them up to rest on either of his shoulders before pressing a kiss to his right calf.

“What do you think they’d say if they found out you were such a cock slut for me, huh?” Billy’s tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he grabbed ahold of his cock with his other hand and slowly slid back into Steve’s ass before grabbing hold of his muscular thighs.

Steve gasped, head falling back against the cool hood of Billy’s car as Billy bottomed out into him.

“Ah, shit,” he grasped at Billy’s hand, fingertips turning white from the grip, “do not care.”

Eddie carefully unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans before pulling his cock out. He wrapped a fist around it, stroking it slowly as he imagined he was fucking Harrington’s little asshole. Fuck, this was filthy. Eddie put his free hand over his mouth, stifling any noises threatening to spill from his lips. He knew this was wrong. He knew he should just get the hell out of there and rub one out in his van or wait until he got back to the trailer, but this was doing far more for him than his imagination could ever.

There were so many times after Steve and Billy had it out for each other during basketball days in gym class, Eddie would go home and jerk off to the thought. He would close his eyes and picture being above Steve like that, the pretty boy sweaty and frustrated, and whining. Meanwhile, beside them was Billy pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to Eddie’s shoulder while he went down on Steve.

But now? He could be ashamed later. This is the next best thing and he can commit this scene to memory forever. He pumped his cock in time with Billy’s thrusts and it felt so good, too good, in fact. Just as Eddie was about to cum, his stomach sank for a completely different reason. Billy Hargrove’s baby blues were staring into his own. Eddie’s fist stilled, orgasm running for the hills. Fuck.

He quickly shoves his cock back into his underwear and prepares to run, but before he does, Billy winks at him. He fucking winks.

Billy only smirks, bending down to capture Steve’s lips in a kiss. It was not sweet and tender, but sloppy and desperate, showing Eddie what he could not have. He stops thrusting into Steve, causing him to let out a lewd whine. He then whispers something to Steve that Eddie can not hear. Steve startles a bit, looking around until his eyes land on Eddie hiding behind the brush of the woods.

Double fuck.

Steve turns back to Billy, nodding slowly. For what, Eddie has no idea.

“Hey Munson, c’mere,” Billy calls out, tone commanding.

Great. Either Eddie faces the consequences of his own actions right this moment, by getting scolded for watching, beat up, or both, or he just waits until tomorrow at school. Well. Best get it over with, then.

“God dammit,” Eddie mutters, walking out from behind the brush to the clearing where Hargrove and Harrington were parked, “Look, I’m-”

Billy interrupts him with a tsk, merely beckoning him over with a motion of his hand, “I said come here. Do not make me ask again.”

Eddie picks up the pace and walks over to Billy, pretending the blush on his cheeks does not exist. He’s mortified he got caught, but something about it being by Billy Hargrove made it worse. He was dead meat. “You wanna watch so badly, all ya had to do was ask,” Billy snaps his hips forward, making Steve gasp, “Wanna watch me fuck Stevie here?”

Eddie swallows the lump in his throat and simply nods, not trusting his voice. Billy seems satisfied enough with his answer and begins thrusting into Steve again, working himself back up to his previous rhythm. He grunts, ready to cum with the way Steve keeps clenching around him.

Steve peers into Billy's eyes, moaning with each thrust, each one getting more broken. Eddie bites his lip and tilts his head a little to watch the way Billy’s cock keeps disappearing into Steve’s ass. It’s a wonder how Steve takes the whole thing.

“You wanna touch him, Munson?” Billy hums, feeling himself get closer to his own climax, as he watches Steve’s face scrunch tighter with each passing moment, “That okay with you, baby?”

Steve nods his head, reaching out to dig his fingertips into Billy’s hands as they held onto his thighs, “Jerk me off, Munson.”

Eddie did not have to be told twice. He stepped closer, taking Steve’s cock in his hand. It was pretty, just like him- shaven, smooth, and pink. Eddie jerked Steve off slowly at first, not wanting to overstimulate him so quickly. What an experience it was, though, watching King Steve be fucked like this, watching him slowly fall apart by the hands of Billy Hargrove and Eddie “the freak” Munson.

“Fuck! Don’t- don’t stop,” Steve moans loudly, head falling back against the hood of the car, knowing damn well he was spurring Billy on. Eddie’s own cock was straining against his pants more than it already was. Watching this up close? This was going to ruin his porn mags forever. Seeing the way Steve’s cheeks were pink, feeling his warm, leaking cock in his hand, and seeing each and every little mole that kissed his skin. Then Billy… his tone, tanned chest he always galivanted around gym class, his thick cock fucking Steve Harrington senseless.

Eddie whimpered quietly as Steve came undone beneath them. He shuttered, spilling cum all over Eddie’s hand, clenching around Billy’s cock. Billy was close behind, grunting for a few more thrusts before stilling as he moaned lowly. He pulled out of Steve, cum seeping out of Steve’s ass. Eddie lets go of Steve, ready to wipe Steve’s cum on the hem of his shirt, but Billy catches his wrist.

“You’re gonna be filthy, you’re gonna act the part,” Billy smirks, “lick up every. last. drop.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, but he complies, licking up Steve’s warm release, his dark eyes boring into Billy’s.

“Good. Now fuck off, if I catch you pulling a stunt like this again, I’ll pound you until you’re seeing stars. Got it?”

Eddie nods stiffly and scurries off, disappearing into the brush to head back to his van. He was most certainly going to jerk off the moment he got to his van. Billy glares at his disappearing form and finally pulls out of Steve, cock slowly softening. Steve whines at the loss of contact and reaches out for Billy, pulling him in for a needy kiss.

“Christ on a cross, it’s not everyday you learn somethin’ new ‘bout yourself,” he mumbles, climbing up onto the car so he could lay between Steve’s thighs while they made out. Steve made a non-committal noise, but he was not registering words, still in the post-orgasm haze. Tonight was certainly a new discovery. Billy was more less trying to psych Munson out, he hadn’t expected the sex to be that much hotter. They may just have to invite Munson to join more often.

NSFW: Masterlist

SFW: Masterlist

Harringroveson Bingo Masterlist

Billy Hargrove Bingo Masterlist

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emsgoodthinkin · 10 months

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Heartbeat| Eddie Munson x Ex!Reader

Based on Childish Gambinos “Heartbeat”

Summary: after ending your 6 year relationship with your ex-boyfriend Eddie 10 years ago, you both just happened to be stumbled into the same bar for the same reason; loneliness and touch deprivation.

Warnings: mdni | SMUT, unprotected piv, rough sex,(both fem!reader and Eddie are dom/switches) oral, pet names, choking, ass play, drugs, alcohol, angst, offensive language, talks of cheating, anxiety and depression, crying, breakups, fluffy-ish—

Coming soon….maybe. 💀 would y’all be interested? 🤔

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson smut #dom!eddie x dom!reader #joseph quinn #Eddie Munson x ex #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #switch!eddie munson

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maladaptive-day-dreams · 1 year

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Wet Dream

Eddie x fem!reader, smut 18+, 2.8k words Inspired by these lyrics from Wet Dream by Wet Leg: What makes you think you're good enough / To think about me when you're touching yourself?

CW: mutual masturbation, sub!Eddie and then not so subby Eddie(so technically switch!eddie?), praise, enemies to lovers vibes, hate sex (unprotected p in v, wrap it up kiddos)

here ya go ya filthy animals (me included bc I wrote this and am feelin a lil depraved rn)

Eddie Tags: @eddiemunsonfuxks

You and Eddie Munson have had a rivalry since he started at Hawkins Elementary in 5th grade. Neither of you are sure how it started or why but both of you were always so annoyed with each other whenever you were in the same room with each other—so much so that the Principle was on a first name basis with your parents and Eddie’s Uncle Wayne, and they were on a first name basis with each other.

You won’t deny that Eddie is hot. You even agree to it when your girlfriends all fawn over him and his hair and his voice and his waist and his hands, god his hands. But you only ever admitted to you slight attraction to Eddie in the secrecy of girl’s night—and all your gal pals know not to say a word about it to anyone.

And then, Eddie started dealing drugs once you both started High School and Reefer Rick stopped selling to you and other high schoolers since he had an inside guy now. Taking away your go to dealer gave you a new reason to dislike Eddie. Now your attraction was annoyance and while picturing his lithe body and rough hands had definitely become a part of your ‘self care’ routine, just the thought of him soured your mood.

Your friend Paul was happy to be your little deal mule once you offered to throw in an extra $20 for his ‘services’ though. But then Paul got a lil greedy and only gave you half of your order the last two times you asked him to get you weed from Eddie. You obviously gave him a lil knockabout that might’ve resulted in a black eye and a busted lip, and you having to get your weed yourself now.

So that’s why you’re here. Pounding on Eddie’s trailer door at 11pm on a Friday night after you worked up the guts to get your own weed since you smoked your last mini joint—your attempt at making your last ounce last—yesterday night. But Eddie won’t open the fucking door.

“Eddie!” you berate through the door as you knock again.

No answer.

“Stupid, fucking asshole, he probably won’t open the door because it’s me. What a dick,” you mutter under your breath. “Paul mentioned a key somewhere on the porch for in case Eddie was asleep or in the bathroom or something when he came by. But where the fuck did he say it was?”

You lift up the doormat, nothing. Check in the mailbox by the door, nothing. Raise up one plant, nothing, next plant, nothing. The only thing left is a giant stone that looks way too heavy, but as you go to lift it it comes right up.

“Styrofoam with a wood insert for weight. Clever,” you laugh as you remove the key from its spot under the fake rock.

You knock three times again before giving a warning, “Eddie I’m coming in! You’ve got 20 seconds to put away any porn magazines!”

Putting the key in the handle, you turn it until theres a click and open the door. Stepping inside, you notice that it’s surprisingly clean compared to what you thought Eddie’s place would be like. You walk further inside and drop the key on the table by the door. Shoving your hands in your jean jacket pockets you call out again.

“Eddie? I know you’re here, your van is parked outside.”

You don’t get a response but you do hear noises coming from a room down the hall. Curious, you move towards it. The giant DIO poster on the door obviously means it’s Eddie’s room, but you could also tell because the door was cracked just enough for you to see Eddie face twisted up in concentration, forehead a little slick with sweat.

Realizing what he’s probably doing, you turn around quickly and start to step away and towards the front door but you stop dead in your tracks because Eddie just moaned your name.

“Y/N, fuck me, yes.” His voice was rougher than usual, laced with lust. You squeeze your thighs together, because even though you despise him that was fucking hot as hell to hear. But then you remember that you despise him and instead of walk away you swing open his door and ask a very hard and very surprised Eddie a question.

“What makes you think you’re good enough to think about me when you’re touching yourself?”

Eddie’s eyes are wide as he removes his hands from his hard dick and quickly tries to cover himself with a blanket.

“Fuck! Y/N what the fuck are you doing here?” He asks frantically.

“I came to get weed because I ran out and can’t trust Paul to give me what I pay for anymore.”

“You could’ve fucking knocked!” he yells in annoyance.

“I did! A lot! For like 10 minutes straight! It’s not my fault you were horny and too busy thinking about me to stop touching your cock and come sell me an ounce of weed!” Your chest rises up and down quickly after your outburst. “And again, Eddie. What makes you think you’re good enough to think about me when you’re touching yourself, huh?”

Eddie shrinks beneath your domineering gaze, trying to curl away from you. “I–“

“Ah ah ah,” you tsk, shifting closer to the edge of his bed. “Look at me, and answer my question.”

Eddie’s eyes meet yours and you can tell he’s a little subby baby, which brings a smile to your face.

“I–I’m sorry. I just, I won’t, I–“

“Why are you such a nervous lil boy, Eds? Do you think I’m mad at you?”

Eddie looks at you slightly confused, “you’re not mad?”

“Oh no baby, I’m not mad. I’m just surprised, and a little upset you didn’t ask for permission first.” His eyes go wide as you toe off your shoes and sit in front of him on his bed.

“‘m sorry,” he whimpers, bowing his head. “Can I?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you say, running a hand up his bare leg towards the blanket bundled on his lap. “Do you think you deserve to imagine me sucking you off when you rub yourself?”

His leg twitches under your soft touch and you can see his lower stomach muscles tighten at your dirty question.

“Tell me, Eddie baby, do you think of my mouth on your cock or my pussy?”

He groans and bucks his hips into the blanket slightly, muttering a silent apology.

“Answer me.”

“Both,” he gasps as your hand finds its way under the blanket, fingertips brushing his balls.

“Good boy,” you praise and Eddie whines. “I think I’ll let you finish fucking your hand.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide again, big brown eyes searching your face for a lie.

“But,” you pause. “You have to follow my directions, and look at me the whole time. Ok?”

He nods silently and eagerly.

“Words, Eddie. Gimmie your words.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Now take off the blanket and let me see you.”

Eddie’s hand reaches for the blanket covering himself and removes it slowly, dick jumping as he does.

“Fuck, your cock is so pretty Eds,” you say shifting a pillow behind you so you can sit comfortably, legs criss crossed. “You wanna touch yourself?”

“Please.”

“Ok, go ahead and stroke yourself, but keep it slow. Don’t want you cumming too soon.”

He does as you say, his dominant hand coming to grip himself at the base of his dick and slowly bringing it to the tip. He repeats the motion three times, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

“Good, now squeeze at the top this time.”

He does, and lets out the deepest groan you’ve heard from him yet. It grows from the center of his chest and releases as he squeezes his sensitive tip. You shift your hips at the sound, slightly grinding yourself on his bed. His eyes flick to your center as you do so and you decide in that moment to give him some fodder for his imagination. His eyes follow your hands as you reach down to rub yourself over your jean shorts, your strokes matching Eddie’s speed.

“Slow down baby,” you say as you unbutton your shorts and pull the zipper down. He doesn’t follow your directions and instead moves a little faster, so you halt your own movements. “Hey, Eddie, eyes up here.”

His eyes flick up immediately to meet yours. “Good boy. Slow down.” He nods and does as he’s told.

“Eye’s up still okay?” you half say, half ask. Once you’re certain he won’t look away, you resume your movements, placing your feet on the bed and lifting your hips to remove your shorts and panties. Settling back into the pillows with your legs butterflied to make sure Eddie can see you, you nod at him, allowing him to watch your hands as they trail down your clothed stomach to your mound.

You lightly trail your pointer and ring fingers down your lips, and run your middle finger through your slit on the upward stroke, Eddie sighing at the sight and sound of your arousal. You tease and circle your clit a few times before giving him his next instruction.

“Play with your balls while you watch me.”

Eddie’s free hand that was previously strangling the sheets to his side reaches below his dick to play with his heavy sack. The two of you stay like this for a few minutes, watching each other intently. Eddie touching and teasing and squeezing his balls while you circle and pinch your clit, working yourself into a heady haze, the coil in your belly starting to tighten.

“Ok baby. Stroke yourself to my rhythm,” you gasp shifting your fingers from your clit to your entrance. You circle yourself once, twice, before inserting a finger.

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters at the sight of you fingering yourself. His hand resumes it’s place on his throbbing cock. You match each other’s pacing, Eddie fucking his hand as fast as you ride your own.

Both of you are panting as you watch each other, Eddie’s eyes glued to where your fingers disappear into your cunt, and yours glued to the rough fuck of Eddie’s hand on his dick. “I–fuck–I’m close baby. Are you almost there? Are you ready to let go?”

Eddie can’t talk, his hazy desire covers him in want, but his eyes meet yours, his mouth dropped open in a moan. “Let go, Eds.”

He does, covering his stomach in his release as the coil in your stomach snaps and you coat your hand with your own release. Your moans echo through the room, paired with the wet sounds of you finger fucking yourself through your orgasm, Eddie’s eyes still glued to your glistening cunt.

“Fuck,” you say, pulling your fingers from your pussy and wiping them on Eddie’s now very dirty comforter. A sigh falls from your lips as you smile at Eddie.

“I want to be in you so badly,” he admits in his post-nut haze.

“Is that so?” you tease, shifting your legs behind you and getting up on your knees. “Wanna feel my pretty pussy on your cock? Squeezing you so good?”

“I fucking hate you,” he laughs as his dick begins to harden again.

“Mmm but you were such a good boy just a few minutes ago. Doing as your told? Such an obedient baby.”

Eddie’s eyes flick to yours as you crawl closer to him on the bed.

“I wouldn’t mind riding your pretty cock,” you say.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You hover just over his dick, hands braced on his bare chest, and you can feel the heat of it on your pussy as you slowly lower yourself onto him, running your wet cunt over him. He hisses as his tip catches your hole.

“Just fucking ride me already, Y/N. Stop fucking teasing,” he says through gritted teeth.

“What happened to my nice boy that was just begging for permission to think about me while he touched himself?”

“He came. And now he wants to fuck you.”

“Ah what a real gentleman. This is why I don’t like you,” you spit out, rubbing yourself over his cock again to rile him up.

“You don’t have to like me to ride me,” he smirks up at you.

“Yeah but I don’t know if I want to give it to you now. I kind of want to make you beg—oh fuck.”

Eddie didn’t let you finish. He grabbed your hips and slammed up into you, knocking the air from your lungs in a throaty moan.

“Not so hot when you’re not in control huh?” he teases. Smiling up at you as he fucks up into you. You move your hands from his chest to his thighs behind you, and start to bounce on his hard cock.

“Fuck Eddie, you’re so fucking big,” you gasp as his mushroom tip hits your g-spot with every bounce. Eddie’s hands grip your hips tightly, sure to leave a bruise.

“Yeah? Do I feel good?”

“Shut up.”

“Awe but I wanted another compliment,” he laughs as one hand leaves your hip to find your clit. He rubs circles around the engorged bud and lets you ride him at your own pace now.

“I still despise you Munson.”

“Feeling is still mutual, Y/L/N. We’ll just fuck and go back to hating each other. No big deal.”

Your thighs begin to burn and your movements slow. Eddie notices and lifts you up and off of his cock.

“What are you–?”

He flips you on to all fours and kneels behind you, lining himself up and entering you again, slowly this time. You squeeze around him once he’s buried to the hilt, and then he’s pounding into you at a relentless pace. His body engulfs yours as he leans over you, hand pushing your upper back into the bed as he continues to bottom out with every thrust into your wet pussy.

The sounds in the room are animalistic. The squelching from his dick moving in and out of your cunt, your moans muffled in the comforter, Eddie’s hot and heavy breath coming out in puffs on your shoulder. He leans back up, wrapping one hand in your hair to bring you up with him. Untangling his hand from your hair he wraps it around your stomach to keep your back to his chest while his other hand reaches down to give attention to your clit again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you pant out, coil in your belly tightening again. “I’m so close.”

“Yeah,” he laughs teasingly. “I can tell, your cunt is gripping me so hard right now.”

“Shut it, Munson, and make me cum.”

“Fuck, fine, but god knows I’ll bust as soon as you do so where do you want me?”

“Inside, I’m on the pill and impatient.”

“Shit,” he mutters into your neck. Eddie puts more pressure on your clit as his thrusts become sloppier. “Cum, come on, let go.”

And you do. You both do. As soon as Eddie feels your release cover his cock, his release coats your walls. He ruts up into you a few more times before pulling out of your warm, wet cunt and leaning back on his headboard. “Never took you for a domme-type, Y/N.”

“Never took you for a hard switch. I definitely prefer you as the sweet little obedient sub from earlier though.”

“Not a word of that to anyone, okay. I’m the dom with most hookups, you just caught me in the moment.”

“You really think I’d admit to people that we fucked?” You reach for and grab your panties and shorts before sliding off the bed to slip them on. “I can’t let people know I caved,” you laugh. “So, how much for an ounce?”

Eddie laughs, “not gonna lie, I forgot that’s why you were here.”

“How much for an ounce, Munson,” you sigh slipping your shoes back on.

“Why do you want so much?”

“The fewer times I have to see you outside of school the better.”

Eddie feigns heartbreak, “ouch, Y/N, that hurts.” He pouts as he reaches into his bedside table and pulls out a bag of weed. “I’ll do it for $80. We can call it the Wet Dick Discount.”

“This is another reason why I don’t like you,” you mutter, handing him the money.

“Listen, I got off, you got off, I got money, you got your weed. I think it was a solid interaction.”

“Yeah well, don’t expect it to happen again.”

“Have $160 next time then. Or plan to see me a little more often in your free time.”

…it definitely happened again…a few times…of course the Wet Dick Discount was only ever given to you…

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sinnerlillith · 2 years

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teenage dirtbag

Summary: “I got 2 tickets to Iron Maiden baby, come with me Friday, don’t say maybe.”~ you and your boyfriend finish your record store date late at night. The van doors are open, Iron Maiden is playing, and the empty schools parking lot is in view. and thank goodness it’s empty [10k words]

Includes: van sex, pervy eddie, masochist eddie, power sub eddie, (he’s in a submissive position, but he’s in charge sometimes. so semi-switch eddie too) eddie has scars from ST4, reader smokes a cig, finger sucking (reader), briefly choking eddie, praise kink, some nipple play, some dirty talk, safe sex, slight exhibitionism, eddie being a dorky metal head

The proof that summer is ending in Hawkins shows in the cool night air. Tonight really is cooler than most nights, which is why Eddie made sure to bring an extra blanket for the van. You’re both sitting across from each other with the 2 large back doors swung wide open, letting in the crisp air and exposing the starry night sky with the yellow glow of street lamps.

Your legs are straight, and slightly parted on top of his, one ankle on each side of his hips. His lean and black ripped jean covered legs are also parted, letting you sit between them as his back rests against the inside wall of the van. His scuffed white rebook shoes occasionally tap your sides as he rolls his ankles open and closed, side to side. He really can’t keep his whole body still at all.

The blanket stretches across both pairs of legs, while a picnic blanket is laid out underneath you both. The van smells of cigarettes and weed, and the sounds of metal guitar solos from Eddies portable radio, on his left side, fill the occasional short silence. You two have a lit up cigarette in-between your pointer and middle fingers, chipped with black nail polish.

And if you didn’t think Eddie could get any hotter while smoking something, you were very wrong. He’s even hotter when he can have a cig in his hand, paired with a well done outfit, his glittering accessories, and dark messy hair falling down his broad shoulders.

He’s wearing a white diy cut tank top made from and old Megadeath graphic tee, underneath his leather jacket and battle vest. The neckline is cut so low that you can see all his chest tattoos clearly, and the deep line between his pectorals that his pick necklace dangles over. Every time he inhales the smoke from his cig, his chest expands into the cloth of his shirt, pressing up against it, making it look 10 times tighter than it really is.

Makes you want to drag your tongue over his chest, but instead, you just take a drag of your cig and exhale the smoke out your lips. You hear Eddie take out the new Iron Maiden cassette he just bought and flip it to the other side, closing the tape holder to his portable radio with a click.

A new tune fills the smoky night air of the van, and you listen to it closely.

“Alright, so which song is this one?” Eddie questions you, brown eyes watching your thinking face. He’s been quizzing you like some sort of gameshow host, asking you to name each song being played.

You sit and ponder, noticing the familiar lyrics and instrumental. Your face changes from thinking, to noticing, to realizing.

“Number something, uh... the beast? No- number of the... The Number of the Beast!” you finally say enthusiastically, eyes looking up to meet his with a big, confident smile on your face.

Eddie claps multiple times, flattening his lips into an excited smile and scrunching his eyebrows together. He’s careful not to drop his cigarette as he celebrates your mini victory.

Cute.

“Yes- yes! Finally! You got it,” he says excitedly, but also exhaustedly because you finally guessed right after being wrong about some other songs. “took you long enough.”

You roll your eyes at him, “It’s not my fault you’re playing songs I’m not familiar with!”

He chuckles at your argument, shaking his head a few times, hair swaying side to side with each shake. “Yeah, whatever.” He brings his cigarette up to his pink lips, circling his flattened mouth around the butt taking another drag with a smile.

He talks with smoke coming out of his mouth, “Just wait, the guitar solo is gonna come up, it’s-” he mimics the noise of an explosion, both ring adorned hands coming to the side of his curly head, gesturing his mind blowing up. His chain bracelet falls down his wrist as he brings it up next to his face, and the smoke from his cig clouds around him.

You sit and wait. About 2 minutes later, the familiar guitar solo comes up and he’s right, it’s as intense as you remember. It only got better and better.

“Damn.” you mutter appreciatively, barely audible over the music.

Eddie turns the volume up, music sounding even louder now, and he starts doing a cute air guitar solo with the cig dangling from his lips. His head bangs and shakes around, making that long hair of his move wildly and the smoke from his cig leaks all around him, and fuck does he look hot.

A little dorky, but very hot.

His chain bracelet dangles and glimmers with every flick of his wrist on his air guitar strings. His chipped, black, painted nails, finger the pretend neck of the guitar, dancing along the air frets.

You laugh at him, but then realize its a little too loud, and its late at night. You don’t want to draw any attention to you guys this late. The wrong person could see you both, and then the police would soon show up.

You motion for him to turn it down, and he shakes his head, taking his cig out and mouthing the word “Nope!” to you, with a dimple showing grin. He returns to his solo, shaking his hair around with his cig now in his ‘strumming’ hand.

“Stop- you dork!” you shout and giggle, failing to be serious because he’s too cute.

“Make me, sweetheart!” he yells over the music, lifting his pretty head up to you before turning away to finish his solo.

You snuff out your cig and pull your legs off him, moving the blanket off you both. You crawl up on your hands and knees, getting to the side of him that the radio is on, bending to the right and turning the volume of his radio down. You can still hear the music, it just plays much quieter.

“Aww babe, c’mon-” he fake whines, turning his head to you and ceasing his strumming. His hands drop, falling to rest on the curve of your knees. You ignore his whine, smiling as you move your legs to the sides of his hips, spreading your thighs to straddle his knees. You sit on his lower thighs, far back from the crotch seam of his black jeans and lift your head to look at him.

“Not trying to have the police called on us, Ed.”

He shrugs a ‘fair enough’ type of shrug, and brings the hand with his cig off your knee and up to his lips, taking another drag. You watch the lit end of it burn brighter with his inhale, and die down when it’s pulled from his lips. He holds the smoke in his mouth, not letting it into his lungs yet.

His other hand lifts off your other knee, gently bringing your chin towards him as he leans his torso forward so your lips are less than centimeters away. He then blows the smoke into your parted mouth, and you start to inhale what he gives you. Your lips barely touch, ghosting over each other, but it still gives you a flutter in your stomach at the intimacy.

Your hands slide onto either side of his neck, and one sneaks to the back of his skull, resting in his frizzy hair as you finish inhaling. Then, you lift your chin to blow the smoke out above his his head, making sure his face doesn't get a load of your puff.

He looks up at you licking his lips at the sight, finding you incredibly attractive when you smoke for some reason. Bringing his head forward, his hot lips meet the warm skin of your exposed neck under your lifted chin, planting a kiss. He pulls back and your head turns down to look at him with a smile, which he silently returns.

You feel his large palm of his empty hand now grip your clothed waist. The heat from his hand is felt through your shirt.

“Come closer,” Eddie mutters, “you’re so far away.” he whines, referring to you straddling his lower thighs, rather than his hips.

You smile, deciding to tease him a bit. “But Eddie, I’m right here-”

“Oh c’mon, princess,” he tugs at your waist, attempting to pull you closer. He brings his voice down to a cliche flirty tone, “I don’t bite...” You raise an eyebrow at him. “I mean, not unless you want me to.” he corrects himself.

You scoff playfully, “Oh my god, Eddie. Whatever.”

“Ok ok, no biting.” he raises both hands in a surrender, and you slide forward. You sit on his crotch area and place your hands on his broad shoulders, over his vest and jacket.

“I lied.” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. He giggles cute boyish giggles as he leans in and playfully bites your shoulders and neck, grabbing your waist tightly with both hands, not letting you escape. He’s still holding the cig between his fingers, careful not to burn anything as he holds your squirming body firmly in place.

His head tosses around your frame, feeling his teeth gently nibble at you over and over. You can’t help but giggle and snort at his ridiculous way of flirting. You feel his shoulders shake, and his chest vibrates with laughter.

But then, you feel a particular bite that has your breath hitching. He bites at the spot under your jaw and just above the column of your neck- the soft spot that always makes you react when his mouth shows it any bit of attention.

You try to bring yourself together before he can notice.

“Ok- ok! Eddie-” you say between airy laughs. You lean back, pushing his denim and leather covers shoulders forward. This stops his biting, and he licks his lips to re-moisten them after moving all over your skin. His hands still rest over your shirt, gripping your waist.

You grab both sides of his face and squish them, making his lips puff out and the eyelids of his dark brown eyes wrinkle closer together. He looks weirdly cute like this.

“Stay still.” you tell him, no hint of seriousness found in your voice at all, hands still squeezing his heated cheeks.

He tries to speak to you, but with his mouth and cheeks all forced together, his words come out funny.

“yesh ma’am.” he says, lips unable to actually touch- earning a chuckle from you and a muffled one from him.

You release his face, smoothing your hands back to his ears, both thumbs in-front of them, while the rest of your fingers are resting on his scalp. You rub the pads of your thumbs back and forth on his face as he brings his cig up to his mouth for one last drag.

He’s careful when he exhales, not wanting to blow smoke into your face. His head turns away from to blow the smoke out, and you notice how his pale neck is now exposed to you.

You lean in to place your lips on the thin pulsing skin, giving him a gentle kiss. You pull back, hands still cupping his warm face while he turns his head and looks into your eyes. A smile slowly creeps onto his face while he stares at you, looking as if his eyes are thanking you for your sweet gesture.

Eddie puts out his cigarette, tossing the butt across the van and bringing his hand back to your waist. He looks at your lips, and then back to your eyes.

“So, uhh...” he says, and you can feel his breath hit your face at your close proximity. It smells like cigarettes and his all-too-familiar toothpaste. “..how about a kiss here, huh?” he smiles, and brings his hand off your waist to point a ringed finger at his mouth.

You smirk, “Real smooth, Ed.”

“What? Did it work?”

You ponder. “Close your eyes and find out, charmer.”

He immediately closes his brown eyes, patiently waiting for your lips, cutely trying to hold back his smile. The corners of his lips have faint wrinkles as he attempts to not let them curl up into a grin.

You lower your eyelids half way as you lean into his mouth. The moment your lips touch, you close your eyes completely, slowly kissing him. Feeling his warm lips layer onto your own- which his are just barely chapped, but still as pillowy and welcoming as ever- draws a silent hum from you.

Your lips move slowly against his, setting a gentle and intimate pace, which he follows. Your body feels Eddies hands glide down your clothed torso slowly, inching more and more after every heart beat. Automatically, your heads tilt to give eachother more access to your mouths, both equally thirsting for one another.

Eddies hands have now moved down to the bottom hem of your shirt, slipping his fingers under the edge of the fabric, and placing them on your bare waist. You feel his warm thumbs brush over your skin in a back and forth motion, while the hot air from his nose exhales over your joined lips.

When his tongue slips out to glide over the tip of your own, you lean into his body more. Instantly, your hands become desperate, wildly smoothing around his scalp and accidentally tugging his knots in his wavy hair. He silently chuckles against your mouth at your sudden passion.

Your wet tongues slip over each other even more, opening and closing your mouths but never breaking the kiss. You feel him match your sudden greed by biting your lower lip and tugging it back before immediately putting your lips together again. Your hands push back further into his hair, pulling his body closer to your own, making your chests flushed against each other, and his large warm hands move up from your waist to your back, brushing over your bra strap. They rest somewhere near your shoulder blades.

Your body reacts to his roaming hands and needy kissing by sliding your hips forward, gently grinding on Eddie. With your breasts pressing up to his chest, your hips rolling on his semi under his black denim jeans, and hands smoothing all over his hair and face, he groans into your mouth.

Anytime your breasts press into him, it makes his head spin, even if they’re covered. His perverted thoughts run rampant, picturing how they bounce when you ride him, or how they squish and mold into his hands when he palms them. He remembers the noises you make when he puts his wet lips around your nipples, or the way your hands tug at his hair while you whimper from the harsh hickeys he gives to the swell of your breasts.

All of those thoughts make his face heat up as he kisses you, all just from your covered chest pressing into his barely clothed one.

Another roll of your hips, another second of your chest against his body, and he’s groaning again. He has to pull back and break the kiss, catching his breath and trying to collect himself. Your hips stop moving in response, and you feel his hands come down your back to your butt, resting over the back pockets of your shorts.

“Aw. Can’t handle it, Ed?” you tease, even though you’re equally as out of breath as he is.

His dark eyes peer up challengingly at you, lifting an eyebrow under his messy curls for bangs. His open mouth twists into a teeth showing half-smile.

“And if I can?” he asks with sudden confidence.

“So what? You want a medal, big boy?” you mock him, smiling at his pretty face.

“No, you’ll do.” he says sweetly, leaning in to peck your lips. When he pulls back, he looks at your face and just wants to kiss you again.

“You’re sweet, Ed.” You lean in to plant kisses on his forehead, cheek, nose, and finally mouth. His heart flutters from the affection.

Soon enough, sounds of wet lips moving against each other fill the van again, and you’re both making out. The feeling of his affectionate hands roaming under your shirt, and on the heated skin of your torso is enough to make you forget all about the wholesome moment you had a little while ago. Your own hands roam around his neck and hair. You’re both just lost in the warmth, smell, and feel of each other in his cozy, familiar van.

His hands come up to where your bra hooks together, and he struggles to unclip it, making you giggle against his smiling mouth. Mixed saliva lightly coats your lips when you pull away, lifting your hands under your shirt to unhook your bra. You keep your shirt on as you slide the straps over your shoulders, and slip it under your clothing until the warm fabric is exposed to the cool night air, and Eddies lustful gaze. He watches you like it’s a peep show, and you’re surprised he didn’t jokingly whistle at you.

You toss your bra away, returning back to Eddies mouth, and his greedy hands go under your shirt again. Your tongues roll over each other, heads tilting, and lips entwine together lustfully. Eddies heated palms finally go to your breasts, cupping the undersides of them.

He starts gentle, but that doesn’t last long at all. You quietly moan against his mouth as he squeezes and gropes your chest with determination. His blunt flinger tips graze up your flesh, making it to your nipples and he rolls his thumb over them. They rub side to side, before pinching them between his thumb and pointer fingers, causing you to make a pitchy sound.

You retaliate by biting down on his lower lip and tugging it out, making him groan deeply before rejoining your lips. Your hips grind on him, wanting more stimulation to your aroused body. He continues to desperately palm your chest, large hands never ceasing.

There is a pattern of groping and grinding that’s warming up your bodies quickly, making you forget all about the occasional breeze that comes into the van to lift the corners of the blankets and carry Eddies curls to your face before they fall back down. All of your joined rushed movements and kisses brings you both to a state of sexual need that you can’t turn back from.

Eddie pulls away from the kiss, just for him to put his pink lips elsewhere. His head tilts to the side, leaning into your neck and placing his wet and warm lips there, passionately. Like, really passionately. His kisses to your neck are saying ‘I love you, but I really need to fuck you. I really need to feel you cum on me, beg for me, cry for me, and to just need me back.’

He starts licking small lines and punctuating them with kisses or bites, making your neck crane back and drawing pleasured sighs from you. His tongue is warm and wet on your pulse, his lips are pillowy on your now shiny skin, and his teeth are strong on the skin he sucks.

He finally reaches that sweet spot on your neck, the one that has you gripping his hair and making you groan and whimper. He gives it even more attention, smiling on your skin at your reactions. The sounds of his layered clothes shuffling as he switches over to the other side of your neck, trying to find your sweet spot there, fill your heated ears.

Your head turns to give him access, eyes shutting close as he uses his mouth to further ignite your skin. Your stomach bubbles with lust, feeling those flutters of passion around your core, sinking down to your clothed entrance. You’re getting wet, slicking up your underwear, soon to drip to the fabric of your shorts, sitting right above Eddies hard on.

His neck kisses feel so fucking good, but when you open your eyes and turn your head, you’re brought to the sight of the high school behind the open van doors.

His head is still in your neck, shuffling around to stimulate your saliva covered skin while you stare out the doors, not too excited about them being open. You’re not sure of you want someone to wander and see you on Eddie’s lap, his hands under your shirt and face in your neck.

“Eddie,” you whine, “the van doors..” your voice is quiet, but still loud enough to be heard over the quiet Iron Maiden music, and Eddies kissing sounds.

You feel his lips detach, and head turn up to look at your eyes locking with his.

“Aw babe, what are you worried about?” his eyes look at your face, slightly worried, slightly aroused. His hands under your shirt have moved down to your rib cage, resting there for now. He tries to reassure your nerves. “Look-” he turns his head and gestures to the empty high school. Your eyes follow, once again. “The school’s closed, and the back of the van is facing it too, so no one’s gonna see us.”

His head turns back to you, but yours is still, yet again, focused on the empty building. Your eyes dart over the windows and doors, but while you’re distracted, Eddie leans his lips towards your ear, since it’s easily accessible now that your head is turned. He gives it a sweet kiss.

Then, you feel his breath when he speaks into it, “Plus,” he gently bites your ear lobe, making you no longer pay attention to the empty school. “If some lucky soul did happen to see us- or me fucking the shit out of you-” his voice rasps, lips moving to your jaw to plant a kiss there, “-I think it would be kinda hot.” he moves his smiling mouth down to the column of your throat, kissing you, “Don’t you think?”

You quietly moan at his perverted confession and his warm, skillful mouth.

“They’d see you moaning my name,” he speaks lowly, sucking gently on your neck, “and riding my dick...” he gently bites, hands now squeezing your waist. “...won’t they, dollface?”

He pulls back to look at you, trying to sense any reassurance in your face to let him keep going.

Your eyes are half lidded, unable to keep them fully open, now too heavy with lust. You look at his pink lips, then back to hit deep brown eyes. You’d be lying if you said what his words didn’t get your mind racing. If the images he put in your head didn’t get your face hot.

"Yeah, you would be into that, Eddie." You taunt, trying to keep your composure.

He laughs through his nose, smiling, "And you wouldn't?" He challenges.

You start to lean into his neck as you speak to him, “Let’s find out then, huh?”

His lips faintly curl at your boldness, and once your lips touch his neck, he’s tilting out to the side to let your mouth roam around his skin more. Eddie takes so much pleasure in the feeling of your mouth kissing his skin, and he sighs gently when your tongue runs a stripe from the base of his neck, up to his sharp jaw.

Fuck, why does he feel so warm on your tongue?

You bring your hands to his broad shoulders, tugging at his jacket and vest as you suck a hickey onto his pulse point. He brings his own hands up to peel his layers off, shuffling his arms and torso around to slide his leather and denim off effectively. You feel his body torque and twist, but he tries to keep his neck as straight as he can for you.

Your mouth continues to wetly dote on his skin, making his eyes squint shut and re-open from pleasure. His hands, which you didn’t even notice return to your body, are resting on your hips, starting to squeeze roughly every now and then in reaction to your teeth sinking down on his thin warm skin of his neck. Your love bites make a trail from his neck, to the base of it, then to the skin between his shoulders and collar bones.

His immensely tight grip on you just edges you on even more, beginning to semi-roughly grind onto his sideways erection. You’re in desperate need to get any sort of stimulation to your soaking entrance. You’re pulsing down there, practically feeling your heart beat in your pussy just from making out and being touched improperly all over your tense body -- except where you need it most.

Eddie catches onto your fervor, moving his rough hands to the front on your shorts, letting his thumb rub over the chilled metal-like button of them, basically his way to letting you know he wants to take your shorts off. Your mouth moves from off his neck to look at his face, and before he can say anything, you’re kissing him roughly, and rolling your hips towards his hands, begging him to touch your center.

He uses both his hands to multitask and unbutton your shorts while kissing you back. His black nail polished thumb and pointer finger pull your zipper down. Once the front flaps of your shorts are open, he impatiently tucks his heated right hand into them, sliding over your panties, not bothering to take your shorts off at all. His warm palm cups your mound over the damp fabric, giving it a loving and gentle squeeze. It makes his ringed fingers apply more pressure to your wetness, causing you to moan into his mouth.

You grind into his soft grip, body still greedy for more. His thick middle finger begins to rub the fabric over your slit. Eddie massages it with a gentle pace, simultaneously spreading your wetness underneath. His touch sends heat up your spine and to your face, making your eyes clench tightly. Each stroke of his fingers draws moan after moan from you against his pink lips, and he’s not even making proper contact with your skin.

You continue to kiss Eddie harder, hands gripping at his dark hair, wide neck, and broad shoulders. Anything you can grab onto as you rock your core against his fingers, huffing out through your nose.

Eddie eventually just lets his fingers stay still, allowing you to set your own pace, rubbing yourself against him, whining into his mouth. He’s enjoying your erotic display of neediness. He loves the way you show how much you crave his touch, how much he can turn you on with just his mouth and fingers, how good any part of his body feels against you, even if you’re clothed.

“Eddie...” you whine, tucking your head into the right side of his neck, “fingers...” your words come out as a weak plea.

He lightly chuckles. “What about ‘em?” his gentle voice travels to your right ear.

You rub your clothed entrance once more on his blunt finger. “Inside,” you speak quietly, down to his chest, too embarrassed to use your words. “want them inside me...”

He sucks his teeth, patronizingly. “Aw...” he mutters, head turning to your hair, “Can’t do that too well with these shorts on, though, huh?” He’s talking as if he isn’t the one who kept them on you.

You raise your head slowly, soon to have your eyes meeting his sly face. Any other time, you would make a witty remark to your smug bastard of a boyfriend, but this time, you’re just beyond sexually frustrated. You’re a heated, aroused, aching mess that just seriously needs to be touched, with underwear that gets wetter and slicker with every second.

You lift off your legs to slide down your unzipped shorts, and his doe eyes watch your every move. Eddie watches the denim brushing down your thighs that he loves so much, sliding over your calves, kicking them off your feet. Your underwear follows shortly after, and you slightly cringe at the stringy globs of wetness attached, connecting your cunt to the fabric. He’s practically eye fucking you the whole time. His cute tongue pokes out to lustfully lick his lips while you crawl back onto his lap.

You straddle him once again, this time having a completely bare lower body. He wastes no time in having his hands move to squeeze your bare upper thighs, moulding them under his grip. His curly head tucks into your neck, like second nature, and he places the most passionate, wet, open mouthed kisses all over your skin.

His hands slide from your upper thighs, to your hips, then to the bare globes of your ass. Eddie squeezes them with an aggressive fervor, then adding his teeth to your neck. He sucks a harsh hickey onto your neck, while his warm palms grope at your curves, pulling them apart and squeezing them back together, making you roll forward into his lower body.

“Eddie...” you whine and warn at the same time, but before you can get anymore words out, his ringed pointer and middle finger lift to your mouth, slowly slipping them inside until his rings touch your lips.

“Quiet, please sweetheart.” He says against your neck, causing you to feel his hot breath meet your wet skin, sending a chill to your face. “I’m gettin’ there, I promise.” he reassures you.

His fingers stay in your mouth and you grip his wrist, twirling your tongue around them while you suck, wallowing in how thick they are - wishing they were in you somewhere else. His other hand is still on your ass, continuing to grope you as Eddie’s fingers pacify you. His mouth still roams on your jaw, neck, and collar bone, leaving marks that you’ll wear for the next few days.

All of his attention on you makes you moan against his fingers. Your entrance is still bare and soaked, impatiently waiting for attention, grinding yourself on nothing. He notices your needy muffled moans and rolling hips. It makes him grin a self satisfying grin into your neck, feeling cocky from the way your body craves for him.

“Oh baby, you need something?” he teases, knowing well that you can’t respond with his fingers shoved into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue. You try to tell him you want him to finger you already, but your voice is muffled with the first syllable.

“Why aren’t you using your words?” he looks at you, smiling before he turns his face into a fake sentimental one ,“What’s wrong? Don’t you need something?” he cocks his head to the side, fake worrying and driving you insane.

Little shit.

You impatiently pout against his fingers, moving your hands into the back of his hair and gripping it pleadingly. His head jerks slightly, letting his jaw fall down to chuckle at you- and if your underwear wasn't already all off, it would be even more soaked from that damn chuckle of his.

“Ok, ok!” he says between raspy giggles, “so damn- it’s so damn cute when you pout with my fingers in your mouth...” his fingers slide out before he finishes his sentence, “...and, I’m gonna need you to hold these for me.” he says, slipping his rings off his 2 fingers and lifting your palm. His lips feel hot as he kisses your inner wrist before sliding his 2 rings on.

“Aw.” you speak sarcastically, “Eddie baby, how roma- mmf”

His lips are on yours before you can get all your sarcasm out, but you feel him smile against your mouth. And finally, his thick fingers - wet with your own saliva - slide through your slick folds, sending heat up your body all the way to your face. Your arms cross around his neck and shoulders, wildly griping onto his dark hair and melting into his body.

His wet pointer and middle finger tips slowly rub up and down your slit while his mouth silences any of your moans you want to let out. You grow impatient at his pace, starting to roll your hips into his moving fingers. The night air is cool but your body feels so damn warm, even when you’re practically half naked in just your shirt. You’re so wet that the noises of Eddie’s fingers moving through your folds can be heard through the van, unable to be drowned out by the quiet radio at all.

Every time his finger tips graze over your clit, your body tenses, making your thighs clench and your kiss deepen. His other hand that was once on your ass is now moving up your body, seeking out your tits. His rough finger tips pinch at your nipple while his other finger tips rub at your entrance, stimulating your body’s most sensitive points in the way he knows drives you crazy.

You cant hold your moans back so you tear your lips away from his, head immediately falling onto his warm shoulder. You pant and whimper into his upper body, bawling your fists into his cut up tank top while his finger tips continue to play with you. His head turns to the side to kiss your hair, muttering about how cute you are when you get overwhelmed.

Your hips start rolling even faster, body getting warmer and needier. He eats it up, the way your body begs for him without ever having to use your words. You tug the strap of his tank top down his shoulder, bringing you trembling lips to his skin.

You feel Eddie easily sliding one of his thick fingers into your heat, walls forming around it like memory foam while your lips move over his skin. Your tongue licks up his shoulder, and your teeth mark up his flesh, pulling little groans from him with your harsh mouth while he draws moans from you with his single finger. He feels so good, you cant believe its just a single finger thats getting you this hot and heavy.

But you can believe that your body is still thirsty for-

“More..” you whine, “need more fingers, Eddie...” you finish your begging with kisses to the base of his neck. You then start to suck over the spot you kissed, letting your teeth join in.

“Only if you, shit- yeah keep biting me babe,” he huffs, rewarding you with 2 fingers now to pump you faster “fuck, you better mark me up.” Eddies demand sounded much more desperate than controlling- like he was begging for you to mark him as if he was all yours, like he belonged to you only.

His request, along with his skillful fingers, brings you to a new type of arousal. Your body reacts by roughly gripping the back of his head and taking advantage of his exposed neck, leaving a few small bruises. His hand that was on your breast now grips your ribcage for support from your unforgiving mouth.

You can feel his throat vibrate under your lips as he groans. “ah, fuck-” he hisses when he inhales, “s-shit, there it is...”

His hand on your rib moves down in-between your thighs, letting his thumb circle your clit while 2 thick fingers move in and out of you, making you gush around them.

“Fuck, Eddie! Oh my god..” You moan into his wavy hair.

Your palm comes down to cup his very evident erection, squeezing at his firm shaft under his denim. You want to tease him as much as he’s been teasing you. The noise he lets out is soft, but it still drives you crazy. You can hear and feel how turned on he is, it makes you moan right back.

Your ears begin to heat up from the noises your pussy makes, thinking it sounds obnoxiously wet. But, like the pervert Eddie is, he grins at it while you feel almost embarrassed by it.

“You hear that, huh y/n?” he teases, and you can really hear the shit eating grin in his voice, “Fuckin’ love the sounds you make.” Eddie groans, getting off to his fingers in you, your hand on his jean covered dick, and your mouth leaving dark hickeys on his upper body. He is especially getting off to the wet sounds of your begging pussy.

“I lay awake at night trying to remember this exact sound.” he confesses, lips leaning towards your ear. “Wanna know how many times I fuck myself to it?”

Oh fuck.

“How many times I made myself cum from it?” his raspy voice continues, giving you butterflies as you feel his breath on the shell of your ear. “How badly I want to make it leak on me? I mean, shit- it drives me fuckin’ crazy.”

You can barely handle his fingers stimulating both your clit and your entrance, and now you have to hear his incredibly hot perverted thoughts too?

You whimper, starting to feel deliciously overwhelmed. “hnng, Eddie...”

“And that too,” he rambles, arm still pistoning between your legs “the way you say my name, like it’s all you know how to do,” he pants out a curse under his breath, letting his head fall back, sticking his chin up. “It’s enough to make me blow, like right now.”

You head tilts up, smiling before tugging on his earlobe. “Don’t tease.”

He scoffs.

One hand of yours tugs at his scalp while the other still palms his jeans. Your back begins to arch from his fingers working your clit and walls. Your voice trembles when you moan, telling Eddie how good it feels, begging for him to keep going.

You feel heat pool in your stomach, muscles contracting all over your body. You turn your head to Eddie’s lips, kissing him and pathetically moaning into his mouth. Both your hands slide under the hem of his tank top, fingers gliding over the textured groves and marks of his healed skin.

Scar tissue.

Your hands move over them, rising up to seek out his already hard nipples. Your eager finger tips graze them and roll them under your thumbs. You feel him exhale shakily through his nose at your teasing to his sensitive pink buds. You then put them between your pointer and thumb fingers, slowly squeezing more pressure, bit by bit, waiting until he makes a noise against your mouth. Once he makes a small, high pitched noise, you know you’ve struck gold.

You roll your finger tips together at that pressure, beginning to make him squirm into your kiss, lighting his body into a fire of arousal. You bite at his lower lip, just to drive him more crazy until you decide to continue kissing him again. You feel his plush pink lips vibrate against yours from his whimpers, and his hands between your legs stiffen every now and then from the pleasure he’s feeling, before getting himself back on track.

He tears his lips away, and they now appear to glisten with your combined spit in the van light. His fingers halt on you, thumb leaving your clit while his 2 fingers stay still inside your walls.

“Keep doing that n’ I’m gonna fuck you.” He warns, even though he’s smiling.

“Maybe that’s the point, smart guy.” You smile too.

His eyebrow raises and the corner of his lip follows.

You begin to lift his tank top over his head, dark curls poofing out once the fabric lifts over his face. They fall back onto his neck and wide shoulders, brown hair contrasting with his pale skin covered in faded black tattoos. Your eyes travel down to where the red pick necklace points to, practically guiding your sight down his lean body.

You see his healed scars, starting with small, yet deep scratches, then increasing to violent looking, wide spread marks. The scar tissue is a fleshy white color. Your finger tips slide over the bumps of tissue, and Eddie just stares at your focused face the whole time.

You hear him inhale - just a tiny bit, before he speaks.

“Yeah.. they’re pretty gnarly huh?” he says awkwardly, trying to take your mind off of wherever it’s wandering to. His giggle is forced, but you don’t mind.

Your giggle, however, is real in response to his light hearted remark. “Yes,” you smile, “very metal.” Your eyes break away, looking up into his brown doe eyes, glinting with the lighting from inside and outside the van.

Both your hands rise up, now sitting on the sides of his defined face. Your hand with his 2 rings on your fingers cools his cheek, and you can feel the large ring bands push out, exposing the gap between the steel and your skin.

Before you can lean in to kiss him, your eyes twitch and flutter as you feel his fingers enter you again, and then wiggle in you. Your breath hitches at his naughty way of teasing, not moving them in or out, just keeping them pushed inside you and wiggling them around your stimulated walls.

“Your turn, princess.” he remarks, rasp in his voice. “Take your shirt off for me, huh?”

You scoff playfully before bringing your hands down to your shirt, careful to not let Eddies rings fall off your fingers. You raise it off your torso, exposing your naked breasts first. Your body is now completely bare while you straddle Eddie’s shirtless figure.

Eddie eyes your chest, dark pupils switching side to side between both of your erect nipples. Before you can cover yourself, bashful from his admiring, he leans in to your chest.

“You’re an angel,” he speaks dreamily into your skin, “so beautiful.” His lips place passionate adoring kisses all over your chest, purposefully avoiding your nipples.

Your hands are in his thick waves of hair, resting on his scalp, while you continue to feel his hair brush over your bare skin paired with his warm lips edging closer to where you want them most. Your back arches into his affection, trying to get him to finally suck your nipples.

His face sinks lower, lips moving closer and closer to your bud. His tongue comes out first, teasingly licking it. He swirls around it a few times, adding pressure until he finally wraps his lips and sucks harshly.

Sucking sounds fill between you both, and your whimpers come out every time he uses his teeth. He switches between nipples, and you’re left to grind onto his fingers that slowly return to pumping in and out of you, prepping you for something bigger.

His lips feel so warm, and the attention he’s giving your chest is worth praising.

“mmm- good boy, Eddie...” The way you moan, the praise, and the sound of his name from your pleasured voice pushes him so far. He fingers you faster and sucks harder, the erection in his pants is now insufferable.

With some final licks, sucks, and bites, he pulls away, looking at you while faintly panting.

“Does this mean you’re gonna ride me now?” he asks hopefully.

You grin, looking down at his jeans, hand coming back to his bulge to give it a firm squeeze. “You’re asking me like I could ever refuse.” Your eyes flicker back up to his own, maintaining eye contact as you unbutton his jeans and pull his zipper down.

His fingers pull out of you to rushingly do the rest. He looks down, pulling his dick out and dragging his boxers and pants down to just above his knees. You watch him move quickly, showing a silent display of desperateness to be inside you.

His shaft sits up on his lower scared stomach, towering over his dark happy trail that makes you bite your lip every time you see it. His pink tip is shining in small bits of pre cum, squeezed out from your groping.

While your eyes look at his shaft, his eyes look at your body. He grips his dick, loosely pumping it at the sight of you sitting on him. He looks at your bare thighs, admiring the way they squish out because of the way you’re sitting on him. He’s reminded of they squish and tremble at the sides of his face when he’s tucked between them, mouth about to make you cum. His eyes trail up to your exposed pussy that he loves so much, then up your stomach to your breasts that he was just giving affection to.

“Condom, Eddie?” you ask gently.

“Uhh, yeah- front jean pocket.” he directs you towards his pocket that has the condom in it. Once you grab it, he takes it out of your hand, even though you didn’t actually give it to him, but you don’t mind.

He eyes the square package before bringing the corner of it to his mouth, ripping it down the edge to tear it off in one swift motion. He puffs the teared side of the package between his lips away from you both, pulls the lubed ring out, and disposed the rest of the package somewhere next to him.

He rolls the condom onto his incredibly firm shaft, making sure it’s secured all the way to the bottom. He wastes no time in grabbing your hips, aiding you to hover over his tip.

Your hands grip the warm skin of his broad shoulders, letting your forehead rest on his. Your entrance hangs over him, wet and gaping, and you inhale as you lower yourself, connecting to his tip and slowly sinking down an inch, then 2, then 3.

Your eyelashes flutter and your hole takes more of him in, and Eddie exhales a shaky breath of relief, finally being able to be inside you. The stretch of his dick and the tightness of your walls makes both your mouths hang open.

Eddie hums a deep noise when you rise up slowly, and then sink back down with a forward curl of your hips, repeating the process at your own gentle pace. With every new lift, sink, and roll of your hips, your breath speeds faster and Eddie gets more restless.

He utters an occasional curse, making your ears go hot. Every time you pull your hips forward, he squeezes your hips tighter. His head falls back, gently hitting the van wall as his chest rises steadily, eyes of his closing shut from pleasure. His hands now understand your pace and pattern of movement, so he guides you firmly, and you feel the force of his hands moving you in your set direction. It feels really good, giving you more butterflies.

Your hand with his rings on it move to the back of his neck, pulling him forward to bring your bare chests close together. You kiss him aggressively, using your teeth to bite as his lip, and your tongue to swirl over his own in his hot mouth. Your hands grip his curls at his scalp, further expressing your aroused aggression, letting your pussy clamp onto his shaft with a vice grip every now and then.

Eddie whines into your mouth, squeezing your hips as he forces them to move faster. Your kiss takes both your breaths away, making you both pull back and catch your breath while your hips continue to fuck him in and out of your hole. You’re both panting, hair still in your grip making him shiver from the way the pain turns him on.

You feel him buck up into you, impatiently slamming himself into you, matching the pace he set for you both. You moan over and over again, head tilting back rasing your chin up. Your hand slips out of his hair to cover your loud mouth while his half lidded eyes watch your every move, red ears hearing your every muffled noise, and hard dick feeling the pressure of your walls surround him.

“God d-damn it,” he groans, staring at you, “let me hear you, p-please princess... let me, fuck-!” he’s begging you. How can you refuse such a good boy begging for you?

You reluctantly move your hand away from your mouth, placing both your hands back on his shoulders. Some of your fingers are touching his hair that’s sticking to the skin of his shoulder, nails digging into him while your eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed from pleasure of being fucked so well at the right spot.

Eddie bites his lip at the noises you make, now sounding much clearer and louder. He watches your mouth hang open, and the way you tuck your lip behind your teeth when you say “Fuck”. The way your eyebrows furrow when his name leaves your lips. They way your eyes open to stare at his inked body between your legs. The way your breasts move with your body. The way you tuck your head into his neck, panting and huffing into his hair.

“hnnn, Eddie... feels s’good-” you moan, “Don’t stop” you say, referring to the way he’s holding onto your rising and falling hips while thrusting himself into you.

You tuck his hair away from his neck, then bite into his pulse point again, just the way he loves. You lick the tip of your tongue over the divots forming into his skin, before sucking harshly. He groans loudly, head falling back once more while his eyes clench shut harshly.

“Shiiiit-” he whimpers, keeping one hand on your hip while the other pushes your head further into his neck, his way of telling you he wants you to keep going.

You smile into his neck, “Good boy, keep making noises.” You praise him, making his abdomen clench and dick twitch in you. Each roll of your hips has him squeezing more onto the back of the part between your skull and neck. You lick and bite all the way up to his ear lobe, pulling and tugging it between your teeth, making Eddie sigh a shakey breath into your own ear.

Your head comes back to admire your work on his pale skin, new red marks next to your older ones from minutes ago, sure to feel incredibly sore for the next few days. But Eddie being the freak he is, is going to welcome the side effects of the sadistic pain you inflict on him.

His hand that was on the base of your skull slides to the side of your face. His thick thumb presses on your lower lip, and your tongue comes out to lick the pad of it. The look on your face is teasing.

He stares at you, his thick eyelashes blink once before he lifts his pointer and middle finger up to your mouth. You automatically open it so he can slide them in, welcoming them once again. Your tongue tastes them, swirling around his digits as you continue to fuck yourself on his dick.

Your eyes literally roll back, and you moan a relaxed moan, feeling a sense of relief from his fingers in your mouth. You feel your eyebrows slant down, sounds vibrating around his thick fingers, so turned on by his hands giving you all this attention. It makes you bounce on his dick with more motivation.

Your vision flickers down to his doe eyes, already staring at you with drool coming out of the corners of your completely stuffed mouth. You both can now feel the van slightly recoil, gently and faintly shaking back and forth on its wheels from your rough, fast paced, fucking.

His other hand that was on your hip comes down to the front of your body, sinking to where you’re both connected. His thumb finds your clit making you jolt, and he rubs weak circles on it. His tongue comes out to lick his pink smiling lips - watching you squirm on him with a cocky look on his pretty face. You’re overwhelmed from pleasure, but unable to make much noise about it due to his fingers filling your mouth to the brim.

“Aw. Can’t handle it, baby?” head tilting to the side a little, mocking your own comment from earlier.

Bold coming from someone who’s equally drunk off pleasure. You groan on his fingers, and the vibrations from your mouth, as well as the heat and wetness of your tongue and lips sends a shiver up him. Your hips shift from bouncing to gently grinding, sliding back and forth on his shaft and into his thumb tracing your clit.

You can’t stop whining, and Eddie can’t stop panting. You’re both so turned on by how good you’re making each other feel. His pleasure from your pussy and your noises drives you crazy, and your pleasure, including your muffled sounds from the way he makes you feel, makes his head spin.

He notices how your body is reacting to him. He wants to be a little bit of a tease, he can’t help it. "Feels that good huh, sweetheart?" he taunts. “You like my fingers in your mouth, huh?” he asks, knowing you can’t speak.

You nod, eyes barely able to stay open.

“Such a good girl...” he praises, finger on your clit suddenly moving faster, making your shoulders tremble, “So responsive... it’s s’fuckin’ hot,” he groans, “I love it, give me more baby.”

Your body continues to jolt and shiver at his pressure on your clit and his dick stretching you out, filling you up. Your hips are grinding faster, rolling with a new speed and fervor. Your hand comes up to his neck, lightly wrapping your fingers around the front of it, thumb and finger tips touching your marks on his skin.

Your walls are clenching him, riding him aggressively while lightly choking him as he practically gags you. You’re huffing through your nostrils, thighs slightly burning but your pleasure motivates you to power through.

“Jesus- fuck,” he hisses, "g-good girl, ride it like it's yours."

You moan at his erotic words. He’s so good at talking to you in the heat of the moment. Especially when his words come out shakey and weak from his arousal, it gets you going. You love how he looks like he’s about to fall apart under you.

His fingers slip out of your mouth, heading to your hips, gripping them for support. You exhale heavily through your now free mouth. Your hand leaves off his throat and dig your nails into him elsewhere, near his shoulders.

You now switch between bounding to grinding on him, noises of both your moans drowning out his low volume radio, the sounds of your wetness around his shaft, and even the faint noises of the few cars that drive past the roads in the front part of the van. Your head falls to his shoulder.

“hnngg, Eddie... you feel s’good...” your voice is music to his ears. He needs to hear more of it, more of your praise, curses, moans, all of it. Your voice laced with pleasure that he brings you, it turns him on much more than it should.

“Fuck- say you love me,” Eddie groans, begging you.

Your face heats up at his sudden intimate request, stomach flipping now that you’re suddenly flustered.

Your voice is breathy and light, “I love you, Ed.” you say next to his ear.

He feels like he’s gonna explode right there. “Look at me... please,” his voice sounds soft. Your eyes meet his, trying to prevent them from closing from all the pleasure he’s bringing you. “Say it again, pretty girl” he pleads for you, out of breath. His thumb on your clit slows down, and it wont speed back up until you say it again.

You whine once more, eyes staring into his brown, chocolate colored ones while you ride him, “Fuck... I love you,” and you really mean it. He brings your head close to his face, pulling you in for a very deep kiss, keeping his wide hand on the back of your skull.

Your try to gyrate your hips and make out with him at the same time, finding it difficult to keep your breath steady from doing 2 breath taking things at once. You feel the fat of your ass slapping against his thighs, with his fingers curling around the back of your skull, forcing your face to stay connected to his. His thumb rubs your slippery clit, bringing you more vibrations of pleasure up and down your body.

Your pussy continues to leak and squelch around him, while your tongues stay circling around each other, drawing mewls from you both. Your stomach feels seething heat, making you realize you’re not far from a climax.

Your walls pulsate with heavy arousal, and Eddie feels this through the condom. The way you won’t stop clenching around him, sucking him in, moaning on his lips, even the way you smell, it’s taking over all his senses. He’s worried now because he knows he’s going to finish before you.

You pull off his mouth to catch your breath, but when you see his face, you have to bite your lip to hold yourself back. His eyes are barely open, brows creasing above them as they slant. His mouth can’t close, lips hanging open, exhaling heavily. His bangs are messy, some of the ends attach to his shining forehead. His neck is absolutely covered in bite marks and hickeys, adams apple bobbing in the center.

His tongue comes out to lick the upper corner of his lips, following with a deep breath - at least, as deep as he can get from his overwhelmed state.

“Please,” he half whines, half begs, “if you keep, fuck- if you k-keep going, ‘m gonna c-cum..” he says in the most pathetic way. His voice is pitchy, sounding like a sad whiny mess.

“So tell me to stop.” you pant, testing him. His begging only turns you on more, starting to get you closer to finishing. “I know you wanna cum, pretty boy,” you say to his sweaty, pleasured face, “so let me see it.” Your head comes to his ear, letting you hear how good he’s making you feel, knowing how much that makes him squirm. He still lets you ride him anyway, circling his finger around your bud, eager to make you cum first.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Eddie hisses. “Shit-! mm- like that, j-just like that baby,” he can’t help but be vocal when you’re making him feel so good.

His hand on your clit starts to weaken, halting sometimes too. You bring your hand down to guide his.

“No, no, Eddie- need you to keep touching me,” you breathe out, getting closer to cumming. His thumb circles back on track. “Good boy, j-just like that, there you go...”

He whines from the sound of you praising him, calling him a good boy right in his ear. He ruts into you sloppily, making all kinds of erotic noises with his perfect mouth. Your legs tremble on top of his own, not too far away from your release.

Your head falls back, shoulders shaking and contracting.

“’m close, Eddie..” you whine his name.

His hand that’s holding your hip squeezes very tightly, fingers creasing into your hip, making his nails press little divots into your flesh. Your walls grip his shaft, tighter than ever, this time not relaxing at all.

“You’re fuckin’ clenching.. too damn tight,” Eddie complains with a pleasured noise, “Oh jesus chr- fuck! gonna cum, gonna cu- ah-!”

He’s spilling into the condom before he can get all his words out, and you continues to chase your very close climax with the sounds of his moans pushing you further.

You keep his hand on your clit, letting all the muscles in your body contract one last time for you finally cream all over his dick, listening to him praise you and tell you how beautiful you look when you cum. Your hips still pulse up and down, slowing with every lift. You feel him lean forward to your rising and falling body, placing kisses to your breasts and neck.

His eyes are taking in your whole face and figure. He watched you reach your high and come back down from it, worshiping your trembling body with his lips and words, while his shaft still rests inside you.

You finally come to a halt, still sitting on his dick as you catch your breath. Your bare naked bodies grow still, with the only movement coming from your rising chests- rest of your bodies too tired to do anything else.

Eddie realizes first before you do, that you’re very naked; more naked than he is, given the fact that his pants weren’t fully taken off. They were only pushed down to his knees. He reaches over to grab his battle vest, swinging it over your shoulders and tucking it close to your chest.

“For your modesty, sweetheart.” He smiles.

Your eyebrow raises. “Yeah, because fucking while the van doors are wide open shows how much you care about ‘modesty’.” you smile as you tease him. Your hands grab the sides of his vest, bringing the flaps closer to each other to cover your tits.

He leans in to peck your nose, then your lips, and pulls back to admire how cute you look in his vest.

“And what about your modesty?” Your eyes trail down his torso.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fully clothed soon. Did you at least have fun?” His hands come up to your side, rubbing his palms up and down you, soothingly.

“Yes,” you peck his lips, “this was a fun date.” you peck him again.

He brings his fist up, scrunching his face and shaking his closed hand in a little ‘hell yeah’ type of motion. His clenched eyes glance out the van, then open wide. “Woah- is that a person?”

Your head whips so fast towards the open doors, but you see nothing. Confused, you realized he’s messing with you. You look back at your trickster boyfriend and shove him. “Eddie!” Your little laugh has your walls semi vibrate around his semi soft erection that’s still in you. He smiles at you, trying to hold back his giggles.

“Sorry, sorry!” he jokes. “Too easy.”

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