Hi, I Have Another Idea, Inspired By The Song Rocket Queen

Hi, I have another idea, inspired by the song Rocket Queen

what if Izzy and the reader were trying to record their audio for the music?

Rocket Queen

Izzy Stradlin X Reader

A/n: Omg! Thank you everyone for your requests and all the follows and likes, it means the world to me. I hope you enjoy this🩷 Also, I love this song(still pissed off w Axl and Adriana tho bcos popcorn for life🍿).

Word count: 823

Warnings: Smut(unprotected p in v(Protect your lightsaber!)), breast play, Oral(F!receiving), fingering and swearing.

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"Hi, gorgeous. Would you mind coming to the studio after you've finished work?" Izzy asked over the phone. "Yeah, is everything okay?" I replied. "Everything is good but we need your help and opinion on something." he said. I could hear Axl and Slash giggling like little bitches in the background. "That's fine. What's up with gingerbread and mop man?" I asked. "They're just being weird." he replied. "I've got to go." I said. "Okay, see you later, princess." he said. "See you later."I replied and out the phone back on the receiver.

"Anna, I'm leaving now." I said to my boss. "Okay, see you on Monday." she smiled, her smile lines appearing. "See you Monday." I waved.

I headed straight for the studio with two things on my mind. One, my heels are killing me. Two, why do they want me at the studio?

"I'm here." I grinned as I entered the studio, seeing the guys talking to each other. "There she is." Izzy said, walking over to me and squeezing me in a hug. "We've got to make this quick because these heels are fucking my feet up." I grumbled. "Oh, it'll be quick alright." Axl said, making Izzy slap his arm. "What?" I asked. "Listen to this song and let me know if you think anything is missing." Axl replied, putting a pair of headphones over my ears.

He pressed play and the song that I was told was 'Rocket Queen' started playing. Now, in my opinion, it sounded great but it was missing something but I had no idea what.

"It is missing something." I said once the song ended. "That's why we were thinking some female vocals." Slash said. "I can't sing." I laughed, slightly awkwardly. "We meant that maybe some female... uh, moans." Izzy replied. "I'm not faking an orgasm." I said. "That's w-". "I'm also not having sex in front of you lot." I said, flatly. "Please, Y/n. We won't watch, we'll have a cigarette outside." Axl begged. "I get Izzy right? It's not a masturbation thing?" I asked, looking at Izzy. "You can have Izzy," Slash said. "Fine. But no one will hear about this or I will bury you where no one can find you." I groaned. "Just let us know when you're done." Axl smirked. They all headed out and I pressed record and grabbed Izzy's hand and went into the recording room.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He said. "Yes. I need this after today." I replied, kissing him. He walked me over to a couch in the middle of the room which I decided not to question. He took my heels, tights and panties off and bunched my skirt around my waist. He suckled my clit into his mouth, making me moan out in pleasure. "Fuck." I whimpered out, lacing my fingers through his hair. He circled two fingers around my entrance and then pushed them in, eliciting a lewd moan. He pumped his fingers in and out of me while working on my clit with his mouth and lips. Pornographic moans left my mouth as I pulled on his dark strands. He pressed a kiss to my swollen clit before standing up and removing his shirt and belt and pulling his pants down. I whimpered at the loss of contact, getting needy for his cock as I saw it spring free from his leather pants. He pumped himself a few times, spreading his precum over his swollen tip.

He sat down next to me on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap, lining himself up with my entrance. He thrusted up into me, making me scream and dig my nails into his shoulders. He pulled me in for a deep and heated kiss as I moaned into his mouth. He moved one of his hands down to my swollen nub, rubbing furious circles as I moaned loudly. Desperate for some extra stimulation, I moved one of my hands from Izzy's shoulder to my breast, kneading the flesh and toying with my nipple. He swatted my hand away and attached his swollen lips to my nipple, sucking it into my mouth. "G-god." I rasped as I felt my climax nearing. Izzy continued his circles on my clit as his thrusts got sloppier as he twitched against my g-spot. I looked into his eyes as he took his mouth off my breast. "I'm gonna- fuck." I gasped. Izzy just nodded his head, acknowledging my orgasm. I came around him, a mix of profanities fell out my mouth soon followed by him burying his cum deep inside me.

We rode out our orgasms before he kissed me and lifted me off his lap. "Let's hope Axl is happy with that." He panted, rubbing my thigh. "If not, I'm always happy to re-record." I said, nuzzling up to his arm. "As am I." He laughed.

Limits

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI OR IM CALLING THE COPS, p in v sex, unprotected sex, underage drinking, weed (obviously, it’s Eddie), slapping, choking, oral (m&f receiving), language

A/N: We finally reached 1,000 followers! I’m absolutely thrilled and couldn’t be happier. Thank you all from the absolute deepest part of my heart for all of the time that you all take into reading these and enjoying them and sticking beside me during that hiatus that I went on. I love writing for you all and this is kind of an early birthday gift for me (9/20) and for you all! As always, any comments/likes/REBLOGS are appreciated and my inbox is open for requests! And as promised, here’s the first part to a new series <3

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Friday March 28, 1986. 6:30 am.

The weather was cold and rainy, your bed calling your name as you brush your freshly washed hair in front of your vanity mirror. The distant sound of your parents arguing filled your ears and frankly, you were getting tired of it. They argued about the same things over and over and it was getting old. Fast.

“You almost ready? Mom and dad are getting on my last fucking nerve and they’re not leaving until they tell you goodbye.” Your older brother Steve whispers through your slightly ajar door.

“What are they fighting about this time?” You groan as he opens the door wider.

“How long they’re gonna be gone. Mom says 2 months, dad says 3.” He explains and you roll your eyes.

“It’s always fucking something with them two.” You spat. “I’m coming.”

You and Steve walk down the stairs and the arguing gets louder and louder. You and Steve stand there, waiting for them to acknowledge the both of you. Your dad’s face was blood red and your mom’s voice was starting to give out. It was like this constantly. Thank god you were 18 so you wouldn’t be dragged to the countless long business trips that they would always go on. Your mom didn’t trust him to go on them alone. There was no trust left in this house. The only person you trusted anymore was your big brother Steve.

You clear your throat and the arguing stops for a moment. Their heads turn to the both of you and your mom wraps you each in a hug, your dad giving you a kiss on your forehead and making sure that Steve knew that there wouldn’t be any parties allowed. They say they’re individual goodbyes before heading out of the door to leave for the airport.

They were never really present in your lives, the only things that they really cared about was your dad’s business and their relationship problems. Because of that, you and Steve had grown closer the past couple of years, especially once he got with Nancy and stopped hanging out with Tommy and Carol.

“God they have got to get a grip on themselves.” You gripe. “Doesn’t make it any better that dad’s a-”

“Grade A asshole?” He finishes your sentence with a chuckle. “I’m just glad that we’re nothing like them.”

“Well that’s what happens when you raise yourself.” You sigh. “You see the damage and you run away from it.”

The two of you watch outside of the window blinds to watch your parents drive off, arguing of course. You grab your lunch and backpack before heading outside, Steve following you behind with his car keys. You place your backpack in the back seat and get comfortable in the passenger seat. Steve turns the car on and backs out of the drive way before driving towards the school.

“So what time are you getting home?” You ask him.

“I get off at 2 but Nancy and I are picking up Mike from the airport. I have no clue how much time’s that gonna take.” He answers and your eyebrow raises.

“So.. how am I getting home?”

“I don’t know, walk. Also don’t forget Eddie’s staying over.” He says. “But no funny business. The last thing I need is my baby sister dating my best friend.”

“Stevie I’m not a baby. I turned 18 2 months ago.” You roll your eyes. “Besides, it’s not like that. We’re just friends.”

“Yeah? Well I know how you feel about him. You’re off limits and he’s off limits.” He sighs.

“That was last year!” You exclaim.

“I can’t be too cautious, right?”

Last year was when Eddie first started coming around. You were attracted to him and one night you let it slip out that you found him attractive. Obviously Steve told Eddie to get back at you when you two were arguing. Since then, Eddie teased you about it any time he could since he was your brother’s best friend.

You and Eddie had became friends, but not close or anything. Just friends, nothing more and nothing less. You really only talked at school and talked at home, but you never hung out outside of school and you never spent time together.

Steve pulls up to the drop off section and lets you out of the car before Dustin knocks on his window. You toss your backpack over your shoulder as Steve rolls his eyes and hands Dustin $10.

“What was that about?” You ask Dustin with a chuckle.

“Oh, just a little bet.” He shrugs off. “Not giving the details.”

“Got it.” You nod.

You walk into the school and head straight into your first class. With the day you were already having, you should have expected a pop quiz. The last thing you needed was failing the pop quiz and having your parents find out.

Half way through the day the rain had gotten harder and colder. You had lunch and then study hall but you decided to skip the remainder of the day. While the rain was lighter than it was, you began walking East. You only lived about 3 miles from school so it shouldn’t take you too long, right? Wrong.

The rain for heavier and heavier the farther you walked. Your clothes were sopping wet, your backpack and everything in it was drenched, and you were still over 2.5 miles from home. A vehicle slows down behind you but follows you, throwing you off.

“School’s the other way, kid.” You hear a man shout through the deep thunder sounds.

You turn around and stop walking, making out Eddie’s face from behind your drenched bangs being in your eyes. He stops the van and you walk up to it, leaning on the open window.

“Need a ride home?” He asks.

“Please.” You frown and he jerks his head back as a way to tell you to hop in. “Sorry your seat’s wet now.”

“Eh you’re fine. Needs cleaned anyway.” He shrugs as he drives off. “Why you skipping?”

“I could ask you the same.” You point out.

“Well if you so desperately wanna know, I had originally planned on spending the day with Chrissy but it didn’t play out like that.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “Now you spill it, little miss perfect student.”

“Just got bored. Robin’s working today, mom and dad aren’t home, so I’ve got plenty of free time.” You explain. “Plus I finished my midterms so I didn’t have anything going on for the rest of the day anyway.”

“What if Harrington found out you skipped?”

“What if he found out you helped me skip?” You toss back.

“Touché.” He agreed as he kept driving. “Home?”

“You got it.” You nod.

“Plan on spending the day with your boyfriend Billy?” He teases and you punch his arm.

“You’re full of questions today aren’t you?” You mention and he hummed.

“Well you didn’t say that he isn’t your boyfriend. You also didn’t say that you weren’t going to spend time with him.” He pointed out.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. He isn’t my type anyway.” You cringe and he took the opportunity that you handed him.

“Oh but I am, right?” He teased.

“Yeah, right.” You roll your eyes as he laughed.

“Lighten up kid.” He chuckled.

He always called you kid. He has since the day he first met you. He met you the first time when Steve was buying some weed from him when your parents weren’t home. Eddie didn’t know you were home so he was startled as he saw you standing there. Not only that, but he originally felt guilty, thinking that he blew Steve’s cover because he hadn’t realized that you smoked with your brother constantly. Since then, the nickname stuck and he’s been more comfortable having weed around you.

He pulled up to your house and put the van in park. You grab your backpack and toss it over your shoulder, inviting him in to give him a break from driving in the worst thunderstorm you’ve had in a while. He agreed and walked behind you as you make your way to your front porch. You unlock the door and walk in, Eddie trailing behind.

“He’s not home but help yourself to whatever.” You say before running up the stairs and into your room.

You make sure to close the door behind you completely before you step out of your soaked clothes. You dry your hair off with the towel you used earlier for your shower and you slip on a clean pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. You open your bedroom door and make your way downstairs, Eddie sits on the couch looking through one of your dad’s magazines that he had laying around.

“So since my plans are cancelled and you’re not doing anything, you wanna go do something?” He asks you when you got back downstairs.

“Wouldn’t you think Steve might find it weird that we’d be hanging out together alone?” You ask.

“We already are, aren’t we?” He points out and he stumped you.

“Well yeah but if he came home early, don’t you think it’d raise some red flags?” You mention and he shrugs.

“Suit yourself. You drink?” He asks as he stands up.

“I mean- yeah. Did you forget?”

“You think little Stevie would be upset if I brought alcohol for all of us to share with your parents being out of town and shit?”

“Of course he wouldn’t be. That’s probably what he had planned anyway.” You chuckle and he grins.

“Noted.” He nods as he leaves through the front door without another word.

You shrug and take your backpack to the kitchen and take all of your books out, allowing them to air dry from the rain. You make yourself a cup of hot tea to sip on while you watch tv. The time flies by and it was already 3:30. You grew bored of the television show that you were watching so you decided to kill some time by smoking.

You groan when you realize that Steve stole your only lighter when he had over 10 that he never used. You make your way into his bedroom and retrieve your lighter before going into your room and lighting a blunt whilst laying in your bed. You bring it up to your lips a pull your breath, the smoke filling your lungs before being released from your exhale. You do this for a while until you looked down, realizing that you had smoked the entire blunt and half of another one.

You put it out so you had some saved for later since you were nearly out and Steve made it clear that you couldn’t buy from Eddie because he didn’t want you to mooch off of him. Through your blaring music and haze, you hear a faint knock at the front door.

8:22 pm. The rain wasn’t ending any time soon and neither was the thunder or lightning.

The knocking went harder until the doorbell kept going off over and over again, getting on your last nerve. You march down the stairs and to the front door, swinging it open. Eddie stood there with soaked hair and brown paper bags filled with unconsumed alcohol bottles.

“He’s not home yet.” You yawn but move out of his way regardless.

“Well I’m not going back out and coming back again. He’ll just have to get over it.” Eddie chuckles as he sits the bottles on the kitchen counter and you close the door behind him. “That’s unless you’re uncomfortable with me being here with nobody else.”

“I don’t mind.” You shrug after you lock the door.

“Seems like you’ve already began partying.” He pointed out with a lighthearted smile.

“Just got bored. It’s almost completely gone though. Accidentally smoked too much of it.”

“How come you never buy from me?” He asks you as he lays his jacket over a chair to dry and leaves his shoes where yours were. “Don’t like me or somethin’?”

“Steve said you were off limits. Something about mooching off of you? I don’t know, all I know is that Billy’s weed just doesn’t hit the same anymore.” You explained and he lets out a small ah.

“What’s with him and limits anyway?” He asks. “And his weed probably has some stupid shit in it since you don’t let him fuck you anymore.”

One thing to note about Eddie is that the man didn’t have a filter. He said what he meant, even the worst of things.

“Wh- How’d you even know about that?” You ask and he shakes his head amusingly.

“I can read people too easily. You were always so uptight but once you started buying from Billy, you changed. Plus you have some weird limping going on after him. You should probably get that checked out.” He explained and your face cringes. “But if you need a new guy, I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Fuckin’ deal.” You exclaim and shake his head with a laugh. “Does that make us closer friends?”

“I still don’t know much of a single fucking thing about you, kid.” He laughs. “You don’t know much about me either.”

“Well since he isn’t home, I guess we’ve got time to know each other a little more.” You shrug. “Drink and tell our deepest darkest secrets?”

“Ew even your idea of getting to know each other sounds like a kid.” He laughed and you chuckle. “We’ll think of something.”

That’s where you found yourself here in your room with him sitting in your floor, sipping on a concoction of alcohol that he made. The two of you created a deck of cards that had a question on it and you either had to answer the question truthfully and the other person drank or you didn’t have to answer but you had to drink instead. There weren’t any off limits questions, it’s simply just the two of you getting to know each other better.

“Alright let’s see..” He mumbles as he flips over the card to ask you. “Ah, good one. What’s the most illegal thing you’ve done?”

“Hmm… besides weed and underage drinking?” You asked and he nodded. “Probably skinny dipping at Lover’s Lake.”

“So we’re not too too different so far.” He laughs and you chuckle before grabbing a card from the deck.

“Alright. If you could change one thing about you, what would it be?”

“That’s a hard one. I’m pretty content with who I am.” He answers truthfully. “So I guess I gotta drink.”

He takes your card and shuffles if into the deck before taking a big swig of his drink. He takes the card on top of his deck and grinned devilishly. Your stomach drops at the unknown question hidden behind the card.

“Who’s your current crush?” He asks.

“That card does not say that!” You protest with a laugh.

“Oh but it does.” He says as he flips it over and shows you. His messy handwriting revealed the question.

“I don’t have one.” You shrug.

“Oh bullshit. Everyone has a crush.” He argued.

“Alright well who’s yours?” You confront him and he shook his head.

“Not my question.” He pokes. “So either answer or drink.”

With that, you drank. You finished the drink and shook your cup showing him that you were out. He grabbed it and filled it with more alcohol and refilled his as well.

“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” You read aloud with a laugh and he laughed with you.

“15. Sophomore year.”

You nodded and took a sip out of your cup.

“You?” He asks.

“Not my question, remember?” You remind him with a chuckle and he rolled his eyes playfully.

You both continue asking and answering each other questions until you’ve answered each individual question. You wrote new questions and they were more personal than the previous deck. So far you had learned that Eddie was deathly afraid of failure, his favorite color was red, he loved dogs, and he’s been in trouble with Hopper more times than he could even count on his hands and feet.

“When was the last time you kissed anyone?” You read and he had to think.

“I don’t know, maybe 2 months ago? 3? 4? I can’t keep up.” He answered in thought. “Which of us would have to drink?”

“Hmmm.. let’s call it even and both of us drink.” You suggest and he obliged.

“Last time you slept with someone?” He asked, perking up.

“5 months ago.” You answer immediately. “Dry spell.”

“I could easily say the same.” He shrugged.

Before you could read the next card, the thunder booms and the power shuts off. The two of you let out a collective gasp at the sudden pitch black and eerie room. You get out of your bed, tripping over Eddie’s leg and face planting before you could even find a flashlight. He apologizes and helped you up. You looked up and down the entire house but you didn’t have a single flashlight nor a candle.

You feel your way up the stairs down the hall, bumping into a few things before finally making your way into your room. Eddie made himself comfortable as he relaxed back on your bed, smoking a blunt.

“Are you smoking my last blunt?” You ask him with your arms crossed, not like he could even see you.

“Yeah. You weren’t kidding, that’s some shitty weed. Here, sit beside me and I’ll show you the best weed in town.” He said as he pats the bed.

You sit on your knees and face towards him, your silhouette revealed from the lightning flashes.

“God you even sit proper.” He complained and you slap his thigh. “Here, try it.”

He hands you one of the blunts he had rolled earlier in the day. You take it and light it, taking a deep inhale before exhaling slowly.

“Oh shit.” You blurt out.

“Good, right?” He laughs as he takes it from you.

“You’re officially my dealer.” You giggle and he snickers.

The two of you pass it back and forth, your high overcoming your tipsiness from the alcohol. It didn’t take you near as many but from his weed to get you high than it did with Billy’s.

“Oh! We may have some candles or flashlights in the garage!” You exclaim suddenly, handing him the blunt. “Can you come with me in case they’re too high and I can’t reach?”

“You’re needy.” He joked before he follows you into the garage.

It was near impossible to see anything anything in the garage, especially anything on the shelves. You didn’t want to move anything too much in fear of moving something of your dads, or worse, break something. With your luck you didn’t have any flashlights or any candles. You sigh in frustration.

“We can go to my place and grab some candles, flashlights, more weed, anything we need that you don’t have.” He suggests.

“But you’re high and I’m crossfaded.” You point out.

“We’ll be fine, I promise.” He swears. “Or you can just stay here.”

“But it’s storming!” You whine in protest. “I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Would you rather come with or stay here?” He asks.

“Fine. But you’re driving slow.” You say and he nods.

“God, you’re whiny when you’re high.” He chuckles and you punch him in the arm.

The two of you go back into the main part of the house. You both put your shoes on and he throws on his jacket before grabbing his keys before the both of you walk out to the van. You make sure to buckle your seatbelt and made sure his was buckled too. He drives off and makes his way into town.

“I think we’ve spent more time together today than Steve and I do normally.” He mentioned with a light chuckle.

“I still don’t think he’d be too happy knowing that we’re together alone.” You sigh.

“Well I’m the one dragging you everywhere. So if he says some shit, he can take it up with me.”

“Aw you’d stand up for me? You’re too sweet, Munson.” You tease as you poke your tongue out at him.

“This is my castle.” He exaggerates as the two of you walk inside. “Sorry it’s a mess, maid took the day off. And frankly, I wasn’t expecting any girls.”

“No need to impress me.” You smile.

Most of the trailer park was without power, whereas Eddie’s trailer was one of the only few that still had power. You didn’t know how long the power would be on, it was already 11:26. Eddie searched high and low and tossed a couple of flashlights, a few baggies of weed, and a change of clothes into a backpack. As soon as the two of you get back into the van, his power shuts off. You both laugh since you got out at the perfect time and you make your way back home.

“You think he’s home?” You ask as you all ride down the road.

“It’s Steve, it’s a surprise that he’ll be home before 1.” He laughed and you chuckled as your agreed.

He pulls back into your driveway and Steve had yet to be home. The two of you walk up to the front door and much to your dismay, the front door was locked. You actually locked the both of you out and you facepalmed. You walk around the house and whistle at Eddie to grab his attention.

“Push me up?” You ask him.

“Your window unlocked?” He asked.

“Eddie, that’s the only way I can get around with my parents. Obviously it’s unlocked.”

He handed you the backpack and you place it on your shoulders before he hoists you up so you can push open your window. The rain was making the window slick and it was hard to get your grip on it at first but you succeeded. Your ass was in Eddie’s face unwillingly and his hand slipped from your leg, accidentally grazing your ass. Because of that, it was awkward for a few minutes as you both stood in your room. But you quickly brushed it off as the two of you sit across each other on your bed, the flashlight sitting on your dressed aimed towards to both of you so you could actually see.

“I mean we fucked around a little bit just for fun. There weren’t any feelings, no relationship. Nothing.” You shrugged.

“That’s how it was with me and Chrissy at first. But then, I don’t know, I felt something there. And then we got together. But then 2 months ago she leaves me for Carver out of all people.” He huffed, flicking his lighter. “But that’s just how it goes sometimes. Don’t let that scare you away from finding someone.”

Somehow the topic of conversation was your failed relationships and the situationship that you and Billy had. Eddie hadn’t been in many relationships, the only serious being with Chrissy, and she even cheated on him with that. A lot of your relationships were rocky, mainly because you didn’t have the best taste in men. You and Eddie spent half of the night knowing each other more and more but you were both slowly lowering your walls with one another.

One major thing that you both had in common was your difficulty to trust others. He’d been through the wringer with his parents and you had too, only he ended up with Wayne when it got too bad and you were still with your parents.

“Besides, you’re only 17. Who knows, maybe you know that person but the universe is putting it hold.” He shrugged.

“I’m 18.” You correct him.

“What? No way. Since when?” He asked.

“January 20th.” You laugh. “How can you not remember? I was taking care of you at my own birthday party!”

“Ohhhh, that’s what Steve meant when he said the girl were off limits.” He laughed and your eyebrow raises.

“The girl was off limits?”

“Oh! Yeah it was nothing.” He waved off.

“No, tell me!” You urged and he shook his head.

Your birthday party was January 25th. Originally it was supposed to just be your friends and some of Steve’s but somehow it got around town that Steve was holding a party so there were tons of people. Although you were pretty tipsy, you still had your eye out for your friends in case they needed some help. Eddie had drank more than you ever had that night and he ended up not feeling the best so you helped him to the bathroom to empty his stomach. You even changed him into one of your brother’s shirts and made sure had had plenty of water before falling asleep in Steve’s bed.

“It was seriously nothing.” He refused.

“Edward James Munson.” You warn, using his full name.

“How do you even know my middle name?” He questioned.

“I have my ways.” You shrugged it off. “Now spill it!”

“My god, fine! But don’t let it change your opinion on me, alright?” He said and you crossed your heart to swear. “I told Steve that I wanted the number from the girl that stepped away from the party because she took care of me.”

“Aw you had a little crush on me!” You joke and poke his chest.

It took you by surprise. He was still with Chrissy at that time but he said that their relationship had gone to shit way before that. Now that you knew about that, you could finally make fun of Eddie like he did with you.

“You had a crush on me first.” He laughed as he raised his hands in self defense. “Besides, I was drunk off of my ass. You were sober.”

“Well yours was very recent, mine was a year ago.” You pointed out.

“If you asked me, I think you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find me attractive in the slightest.” He shrugged, lighting another blunt. “Maybe even still have a little crush on me.”

He was almost closing in on you, but you couldn’t let it be known. Sure, every little sister thought that her older brother’s friends were cute, but it usually stopped at age 12. Your crush on him developed more and more each time that you’d see him in the school hallway or when he’d come over and spend time with Steve.

“Why? Cause you like me?” You prod him and he snickered. “You didn’t say you didn’t still have a crush on me.”

“I guess we’ll never know.” He grinned.

“You are a man of mystery, Eddie Munson.” You laugh.

“You didn’t deny it either.” He points out.

“I guess we’ll never know, right?” You mock and he gets off of the bed once he heard the front door open.

“You’re a woman of glass, Y/N Harrington.” He whispers before exiting out of your bedroom door.

You hear Nancy and Steve’s voice as they walk through the front door, Eddie’s voice joining the mix shortly after. You grab the flashlight before making your way down the stairs and into the living room. Steve had Nancy had stopped somewhere and had a couple of drinks, Nancy was a lightweight so she was a giggling mess.

“When’d you get here?” Steve asks Eddie.

“Like 15 minutes ago.” Eddie lied.

“Power out?” Steve adds.

“No I just wanted to sit here in the dark.” You scoff. “Of course the power’s out.”

“Oh fantastic. Well babe, you wanna go to bed? Get some sleep for tomorrow?” He asks Nancy as he holds her up.

“Wanna cuddle.” She smiles up at him. “Are they gonna cuddle to?”

“Nooo! God no, they’re off limits.” He sneered. “Sorry to cut the night short guys. Eddie, make yourself comfortable. But don’t go in my mom or dad’s room. Smoke weed, drink, I don’t care. I’m exhausted. Just don’t break anything and don’t be weird.”

“Night you guys.” Eddie waves.

“Night Stevie!” You shout as they make their way upstairs.

“Night Stevie.” Eddie mocks you and you roll your eyes.

You both say your separate goodnights before you walk back upstairs and make yourself comfortable in bed. You tossed and turned at the sounds of the thunder booming and your mouth had gone dry while your high slowly came down.

3:27 am.

You couldn’t sleep. You tiptoe down the stairs, not wanting to wake anyone, and go into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water before turning around and seeing Eddie stand there. The sudden sight of him scaring you, causing you to drop your cup and spill the water.

“Jesus you really shouldn’t sneak up on people like that Eddie.” You gasp, grabbing a paper towel and cleaning your mess.

“Sorry, wasn’t my intention.” He snickered. “Can’t sleep?”

“Not at all.” You complained.

“Yeah me neither. You’d think that the couch would be comfortable with the amount of money your parents have.” He mentioned and you nodded. “You have an extra blanket or something I could use?”

“Yeah, I’ll grab one from my room after my pour myself more water.”

You pick up your cup and throw away the paper to before refilling the cup and making your way upstairs. Halfway up the steps, the electricity comes back on. You turn off the flashlight before urging him into your room in case Steve woke up. You close the door behind you quietly, the soft orange glow from your lamp lighting up the room.

You rummage through the numerous blankets that you stuffed in your closet before pulling one out and handing it to him.

“Wanna smoke a little bit to help you relax? I know your high’s gotta be wearing off at this point.” He asks.

“I’ll do anything for sleep.” You agree.

The two of you finish half of the blunt that you started earlier, your body immediately relaxing and your eyes getting heavier as you drift off into another mental state.

“I guess I’m gonna go back downstairs, let you get some shut eye.” He says as he stands up and stretches.

You stand after him and open the door, leaning on it as he walks out. He stops and turns around, leaning on your doorframe. Your face mere inches apart.

“Maybe we’ll get to know each other more tomorrow.” He whispers.

“We just might.” You whisper back. “Are we better friends now?”

“I think we’re past that point sweetheart.” He grinned.

The newer nickname caused heat to rise to your face and butterflies to flutter in your stomach. There was no possible way that he could actually read you that easy, right?

“That easy to make you blush, huh?” He teased.

“I’m not blushing.” You protest quietly.

“Like I said, you’re a woman of glass.” He shrugged before walking down the stairs without another word.

You close your door and turn off your lamp before crawling back into bed. The weed gave you the relaxation you needed, helping you fall asleep.

“Wake up.” You hear Steve say as he shakes you. “Y/N, get up!”

“God Steve, what!?” You groan tiredly.

“It’s 9:00. I got called into work. I’m dropping Nancy off and I’ll be gone for a bit. You gonna be alright with Eddie while I’m gone?” He asks.

“Mhm.” You hum as you stretch. “Pulling a double?”

“Brandt called in of course. But hey, more money so we can get the hell out of here, right?”

“That’s one way to look at it.” You yawn as you sit up.

“What are all of these cards on the floor?” He asks.

“Don’t touch them! It’s homework!” You shout urgently and he takes a step back.

“Alright well get some sleep. Pretty sure Eddie’s still sleeping too.” He says as he closes your door.

You lie back down and sleep for a couple of more hours before being woken back up by the sounds of chirping birds. The clock read 11:05. You never slept that late but you were up all night tossing and turning. You push the blankets off of you and waltz downstairs, Eddie was still sleeping on the couch. His hair covered his face and his arm was raised against the side of his face. You spot the tattoos that were displayed on his chest as he threw off his shirt in the middle of the night since he was overly hot.

You quietly brew a pot of coffee and examine your nearly dry school work on the kitchen table. You hear Eddie groan from the living room before he sat up. His head turns to you and his eyes are squinted, the sunlight causing his sensitive eyes to hurt.

“Coffee?” You chirp.

“Sure.” He mumbled as he stretches. “Steve around?”

“No he had to leave for work and he dropped Nancy back off at home.” You explain before bringing the cup of coffee over to him.

Both you sip on your coffee in silence as you wake up a little more. Once you were both done, you put the cups in the sink.

“Any plans today?” You ask him.

“I was planning on going over to Gareth’s and go swimming over at Lover’s Lake but he canceled last night. You?” He mentioned.

“Not a damn thing.” You laugh and he chuckles.

“Well, I guess that just leaves the two of us then.” He pointed out obviously. “What do you feel like doing?”

You shrug.

“Just wanna drive around or something?” He suggests.

“You’re playing with fire, you know that right?” You smile and he shrugged.

“What’s so wrong about two friends hanging out?” He asked truthfully.

“Just don’t want him getting upset.” You explained.

“Why? Because we’re ‘off limits’?” He questioned. “Fuck the limits.”

“But-“

“We’re adults, aren’t we? We can make our own decisions, right?” He indicated, you acknowledge him. “We can set our own limits. I love your brother, don’t get me wrong, but he’s got a stick up his ass when it comes to certain things.”

“You’re right. Let’s just set our own limits. I’m tired of following everyone else’s rules.” You exclaim and he grins.

“Whatever happens, happens.” He quotes with a smile.

You both get dressed and leave the house to drive around while coming up with things you all can do together. You grab a bite to eat before arriving in the trailer park. You both walk into his house and sit around. He showed you his guitar collection and told you the names of each one, his collection of rocks, and his record collection.

“I’ll be back, I’m going to run to the bathroom and grab something that I think you’ll appreciate.” He announces and you give him a thumbs up.

You pull over the photo album that laid beneath the chair beside his bed and you flip through the pages. Eddie had always looked like a wild child, even since birth. You chuckle to yourself as you see him holding up the middle finger while dressed for Halloween as a toddler.

“I see you’ve found the hidden treasure.” He snickers as he walks over to you.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t wanna go through your things. I was just curious.” You apologize and he shook his head.

“That’s one thing I’m going to teach you, stop apologizing.” He laughed and you give him a soft smile.

“Sorry.” You respond immediately and he shoots you a look.

“If you’re gonna be friends with me, you’ve gotta stop apologizing. Own that shit. Just be authentic.”

He showed you the photo album, explaining each picture the best he could but skipping the ones of his dad. His smile was big when he told stories about him and Wayne when he was younger, even before Wayne took him in. You enjoyed seeing this side of Eddie. This side of Eddie was inviting and vulnerable, something you’ve never really seen before.

He handed you a picture of the time you subbed for Mike during hellfire a while back, something you had totally forgotten about. That’s the first official time that you and him had met, but he didn’t know Steve like he did now and he definitely didn’t know you. He wasn’t inviting when you subbed and made it very known that you were only temporary.

“So what now?” You ask him as you both sit in a vacant parking lot.

“Wanna go swimming?” He suggests.

“It’s getting cold out and the sun’s setting.” You mention.

“So? That makes it even better!” He cried out with excitement. “C’mon, don’t make me regret spending the day with you if you’re gonna be boring.”

You sit and think for a minute. He would be the person to push you out of your comfort zone and stop living for everyone else.

“I don’t have a bathing suit.” You say.

“I’ll let you wear my shirt.” He offered.

“What about bottoms?”

“I’m just swimming in my boxers, your underwear will be fine.” He shrugs. “Plus you’ll have my shirt, it’ll cover you.”

“Alright, let’s go.” You smile, his face matching your grin as he drives off.

Eddie’s music blares in your ears as you drive down to the lake. He pulls into a gravel driveway before turning off the van. The sun was barely peeking over the trees and the air had gotten cooler. He stands outside of the van and rips his shirt off, throwing it to you.

“Where am I supposed to get changed?” You ask him and he shrugged.

“Anywhere. Rick’s not home so he won’t mind if you wanna go in there.” He said but you shook your head no. “Uhh.. you can change in the van?”

“Alright well turn your head.” You shoo him and he turns around, his attention directly on the lake.

His muscular back caught your attention and he could feel his eyes on you so he snickered. You quickly threw your shirt off and covered yourself up with his.

“Um.. what about my jeans?” You ask and he turns around and faces you, leaning against the car.

“You can take them off down there if you want.” He smiled politely and you hop out of the van.

The two of you begin walking down the steep heel, you slid on the mud and Eddie immediately grabs your arm to keep you from falling completely. You laugh at the situation, which nearly knocks the both of you down. Eventually you get to the dock and sit on the edge, placing your feet in the freezing cold water and immediately pulling them back out in response.

“Cold?” He laughs at your reaction as he slides out of his jeans.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you see him standing there in his boxers. You tried not to stare so you quickly turn your attention on the water.

“Freezing.” You laugh lightly, your voice shaking from the cold and your adrenaline.

“You wanna get in?” He asks and you nod after a slight hesitation.

You stand up and unbutton your jeans before slowly taking off them off, pulling his shirt down to cover your ass. He eases himself into the water and shouts at the coldness, you laugh at his sudden reaction while you sit back down, dangling your feet in the water to get used to it.

“You coming in or just sitting like a bump on a log?” He asks, bobbing up and down from the waves.

“Give me some time, it’s cold!”

He didn’t respond with words, instead he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you into the water, not listening to your protests. You grab onto his torso to help you get back up to the surface, gasping once you reach air. Eddie grins, his hold still on you as you get the water out of your eyes.

“Oh my god I’m freezing!” You squeal, he laughs.

“You’ll warm up.” He snickered, swimming away from you.

You stayed close to the dock at first but eventually make your way closer to where he was. He ended up chasing you through the water, you splash him trying to get away from him but he grabs you and pulls you into him. He wraps your legs around him and gives you a smile.

“Hold your breath.” He says and you do just that.

The two of you sink into water, hitting the bottom of the bottom of the lake. You both sit there for about 30 seconds before you tap him and he brings you back up to the surface. He shakes his head and smoothes his hair back, taking the one hand that wasn’t on your back and moves the hair out of your face and eyes.

“Having fun yet?” You ask him with a grin and he nodded.

“Y’know, you’re pretty this way.” He mentions casually, the butterflies in your stomach flying around uncontrollably.

You didn’t respond, frankly because you didn’t know how. His eyes were soft and his demeanor was kind. He was just as surprised as you that he said that. It just kind of slipped out, but he meant it.

He held you close to him but his grip released once he saw a car pull into the gravel driveway. He nodded his head over in that direction and began swimming back to the dock. You swim behind him before he hoisted you up, you stand on the dock and wait for him to get up with you.

“Your friend?” You point out.

“Friend, mentor, supplier.” He nodded. “Plus we probably need some towels, don’t we?”

“Why didn’t we think of that.” You whine.

“C’mon, let’s go get dried off.” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up the hill.

“Hey motherfucker.” Eddie chuckles as he sees his friend. “This is Rick.”

You pull down Eddie’s shirt to cover you but the water causes the shirt to cling to your body. You and Rick make eye contact, his eyes wondering up and down your body and he looked at Eddie impressed.

“Girlfriend?” He asked and Eddie shook his head.

“Steve’s sister. So basically my sister.” He shrugged, your heart dropped. “She’s off limits, keep your eyes and hands to yourself.”

“Will do.” Rick winked. “Come on in.”

You grab your shirt from the van and wring out the bottom of your shirt before you follow them inside. The house was dim and things were scattered everywhere. Eddie shows you the bathroom and hands you a towel, you close the door once he leaves.

His comment threw you in for a loop. He just called you pretty and then the previous night he told you that he had a crush on you a couple of months back, but now he’s saying you’re practically his sister. Maybe he didn’t actually like you but just called you pretty. But just like you said, he was a man of mystery.

You dry yourself off completely but had to take off your underwear and your bra, making you wear your shirt and jeans with nothing underneath. You walk out into the hallway and see him buying stuff off of Rick but smiling at you once he saw you come back in. He changed into his jeans and he took his shirt from you, tossing it over his shoulder and wrapping up the conversation he was having with Rick.

“So what now?” He asks once you had gotten into the van and you shrug, staring outside of the window as he drives down the road. “Do you wanna come back over?”

“Sure.” You mumble.

“You alright?” He asks and you hum a yes.

He didn’t ask anything else, he just kept driving until he reached the trailer park. He pulls up to his trailer and turns off the ignition, unlocking the front door as you both walk into the trailer. He turns on the lights in the living room and kitchen so you could see and you pour yourself a glass of water while he changes into comfier clothes.

You sit on the couch, your feet were propped on the coffee table as you flips through one of the thousands of magazines that Eddie had put away under the coffee table. He comes back out and sits on the opposite side of the couch. You didn’t greet him like you usually did which confused him even more.

“You wanna smoke or something?” He asks, trying to get rid of the awkward tension.

“Sure.” You shrug and put down the magazine.

You follow him down the hall and into his room, he pats a part on the bed beside him and you sit, avoiding his gaze.

“Alright, bowl or blunt?” He asks, showing you the options.

“Bowl’s fine.” You answer back, a little snippier than intended.

He shrugged and packs the bowl before handing it to you. You take the bowl and the lighter, you place the bowl to your lips and light it. You pull your breath in and the smoke fills your lungs, you exhale before handing it over to Eddie.

The phone rang and he held up a finger telling you to hold your thought as he hands you the bowl. You hear his voice through the hallway, the phone call being cut short as he walked back into the bedroom.

“We’ve gotta get this situation under control. Your brother called and asked if I knew where you were at.” He mentions from the doorway.

“Shit, he probably knows I’m here then.” You huff, running your hands through your hair.

“Well I told him that you were staying over at Jennifer’s and I haven’t seen you since I left. So take that information how you will.” He mentions as he jumps back onto the bed.

He didn’t tell Steve where you were, he didn’t even tell him that you had spent the day with him.

“Did you have a fun day?” He asks you, just wanting you to say something more than a one worded sentence.

“Wasn’t too bad. Did you have fun spending it with your little sister?” You ask him, finally making eye contact with him.

His eyebrow furrows but it finally clicked.

“Is that what this is about?” He asks amused. “Are you seriously upset that I told Rick that you were like my little sister?”

You shrugged in response as you exhaled the smoke into the air.

“Wow, you must really like me, huh.” He teased.

“I never said that.” You shake your head with annoyance.

“Like I said Harrington, you’re a woman of glass. Why else would you be upset?”

“You’re the one who called me pretty.” You pointed out and he snickers amused before putting the bowl to the side once you two were at a good high level.

You bask in your high, your body relaxing against his sheets as he lights up a cigarette. His stereo played music at a low volume, his lamp being the only thing to light up the room.

“What time is it?” You ask him and he checked his watch.

“Mmm.. 10:35.” He answered. “Why, you want me to take you home?”

You answer with a shrug. The day flew by spending time with Eddie. You couldn’t remember the last time you had that much fun, or the last time you’ve been that flabbergasted. Did you want to like Eddie? Not exactly. But did it happened out of your control? Abso-fucking-lutely.

“Or would you rather stay the night?” He suggested, catching your attention. “You can wear my clothes if you want, I don’t mind.”

“You sure?” You verified and he nodded. “Cool.”

“Just go through my closet and drawers to get whatever you want.” He permitted. “You can have the bed or the couch. Or the floor. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

You stand up and go through his clothes, holding up a Metallica shirt with a look of question. He nodded with permission and you tuck it under your arm.

“What about bottoms?” You ask and he gets up and looks in his drawers.

“Thought I had some shorts laying around.” He mumbled to himself. “You can use my boxers as shorts if you want.”

He handed you a pair of black boxers and you take them. You make your way to his bathroom before jumping in the shower and rinsing off the lake water from your hair and skin. Your hair smelled like him and secretly you wanted to smell like him. Whether it be his cigarettes, his cologne, his shampoo, it didn’t matter. You were obsessed with his scent.

“Less crabby now?” He asks you when you walk back into the room, his legs were crossed as he lays on the bed.

“More tired.” You smile before sitting at the edge of his bed.

“You look good in my clothes.” He smiles.

“You’re so confusing.” You sigh quietly before laying on your belly, your head facing him.

“How am I confusing?” He laughed and you rolled your eyes playfully. “Tell me what’s going on in your mind.”

Your feet kick in the air and you hold your head in your heads, staring at him blankly. He matched your energy and stared at you blankly, determined to get whatever it was off of your mind.

“What made you upset with my comment?” He asked bluntly.

“You called me pretty and then told him that I was like your little sister. It’s just confusing, I don’t understand you.” You explained truthfully.

“Let me ask you something.” He says, physically turning your head to face him instead of the headboard.

“Hm?” You hum.

“If I saw you just solely as a friend or a little sister, would I do this?” He asks.

Eddie’s face inches closer and closer to you, it was almost painfully slow until his lips finally landed on yours.

Your heart stops, your breathing stops, you were jelly in his hands. It felt like it lasted a lifetime, though it only lasted a second before he pulled away with a smile.

“You still upset?” He asks and you shake your head no while blushing.

“So you do like me.” You giggle and he grinned.

“And I know you like me.” Eddie snickers. “So, what are our limits?”

You sit there and think for a moment.

“Do we have any?” You ask him.

“We don’t have to.” He whispered. “Just see where things go.”

“Can we still keep it between us? Don’t want Steve to get upset.” You frown and he pokes your nose.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” He smirked and you nod.

“So.. what does that make us?” You mention and he say there and thought for a moment. “Still just friends?”

“Start off as maybe friends who like to make out at times?” He suggested.

“I like the way you think, Munson.” You agreed.

That was all he needed to place his lips back onto yours. You kiss him back, starting off as short pecks before they get longer and slower. Your lips began moving in sync, you sit up without disconnecting from him. Eddie pulled you into his lap and you wrap your legs around his waist, one of his hands displayed on your lower back and the other on the back of your neck.

His tongue prods at your bottom lip, you open to allow him entrance. His tongue glides against yours, fighting for dominance. His hand slid from your neck to your throat, holding it firmly but not squeezing it. You buckled down on him, bringing you in even closer to Eddie if physically possible. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his teeth pull on your bottom lip, pulling away from your face as he kisses the soft skin down your neck. You whimper when he licks a broad stripe on the side of your neck and he smirks as he brings your face back to his.

“Any limits with this?” He asks you as he presses a kiss to your lips.

“Do you have any?” You reply with a small smile, secretly melting his heart.

The entire time Eddie was teasing you about having a crush on him, his crush on you quickly developed. While he was with Chrissy, their relationship was rocky from the start. They hardly spent time together and hardly went out on dates, she was too uptight for him. When he came over more to spend time with Steve and when you’d talk in class or the hallway, it went from him finding you attractive to him needing to get to know you more. You occupied his mind constantly and little did he know that he stayed on your mind 24/7. You’d stay around downstairs when he was over or you’d linger around his locker just to look at him and see his smile.

“Not necessarily,” Eddie vocalizes. “But I want you to be comfortable. I know you’re worried about your brother.”

It was odd knowing that he cared about your feelings. The two of you weren’t a couple or anything, but any guy that you would mess around with previously, or even in a relationship with, never cared about your feelings. Especially with how fast the two of you had gotten close.

“Why set any then, right?” You perk up and he grins.

“So, no limits?” He double checked and you concur. “Even with sex?”

“Even with sex.” You beam, that smirk creeping on his face.

He flipped you over onto your back before attacking you with kisses, making you giggle before his lips join yours. His hands rub up the sides of your legs and your hips, pulling you into him. His cock ghosts over your cunt once his hips push into yours.

His hand trails up the shirt you were wearing, eventually cupping your breasts. He slides the shirt over your head and bites his lip once his eyes laid on your perked nipples. He kisses down your neck and now your chest before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. You sigh with contentment as his tongue swirls around your nipple. You grew needier for him the more his attention was on your nipples and his fingertips traced your skin. He was getting just as needy for you, his aching cock being held back from the thin fabric of his boxers.

“Can I?” You ask him sheepishly and he sits back on his knees.

“Can you what, baby?” Eddie asks curiously and you look down at his cock, he smirks. “You wanna suck it?”

“Mhm.” You hum shyly and he nods.

He stands on the edge of the bed and you make your way onto the floor, hurrying to your knees and looking up at him with that sweet smile that drove him crazy. Your fingers hook in the band of his boxers before pulling them down his thighs, your eyes widen at his large length and girth hits his stomach.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him being hard just for you. It should be weird, but it felt natural between the two of you.

You grab him by the base of his dick before licking stripes from the base to the head, Eddie groans in response to the light licks. You take the tip in your mouth, your tongue running circles around him before taking him in deeper. You relax your throat and take him in the farthest you can. You pull back before taking him in again, sucking in your cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re good at this.” He groans, your eyes flick up and meet his. “And god you look so fucking perfect on your knees for me, too.”

Your head bobs up and down his length, the tip of his cock prodding at the back of your throat. You gag around him, sending vibrations to his cock and causing him to groan quietly. You pull off of him and use your hand to jerk his cock while you tend to your already aching jaw. Your eyes never leave his until your mouth is back on him, his eyes flutter closed and the feeling of your hot mouth and spit being everywhere.

“I don’t wanna cum yet but it’s hard when you have such a good mouth and lookin’ so pretty like that.” He breathes out, fighting the urge to finish so quick. “You’ve been thinkin’ about this for a while, huh?”

You continue to suck his dick, spit dribbling down your chin and chest while you hum with satisfaction. His curses cause you to squeeze your thighs together, trying to relief that aching feeling in your cunt, but it was no use. He noticed how fidgety you were getting and knew you needed some relief too.

“On the bed baby, c’mon. I’ll take care of you. I promise.” He demanded, but gently.

He pulls out of your mouth and you get onto the bed, laying on your back. He didn’t waste a single breath before he ripped the boxers you were using as shorts off, your legs close at the sudden drop of temperature.

“No underwear, hm?” He teased and you roll your eyes playfully.

“They were still wet so I left them to dry!” You answer.

“Well it looks like that wasn’t the only thing that’s wet.” He rasps as your legs fall open.

Your face grew hot and red as he lays on his belly, his breath ghosting across your wet core. He planted kisses to your inner things before licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. You gasp immediately in response, earning a chuckle from Eddie. He did that pattern for a few moments before focusing on your clit.

His tongue flicks your sensitive bud fluidly, something he’s definitely had practice with. He sucks on your clit gently, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your fingers immediately cling to his hair and he continues flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue before easing a finger into you.

“My god.” You moan out as his finger hooks into you and moves in a come-hither motion.

Just hearing those words were enough to have him falling for you even harder. He thought about this a lot, especially when he went days without seeing you at school or at your house. You thought about this more times than you could even count yourself. You’d think about him sneaking into your room and fucking you senseless while Steve slept in the other room.

“Jesus fucking Christ- Eddie.” You whine out, he looks up to your face with a smirk.

“What is it baby? What do you need?” He coos up at you. “Need my cock?”

“So bad.” You pout and he comes back up to your face.

“Don’t need to pout baby, I said I’d take care of you, right?” Eddie soothes you, you nod. “Feel like you’re ready?”

“‘M ready.” You sigh with a smile and he kisses you once more.

He drags his cock from your clit to your opening before sticking the tip in. He splits you wide open and sinks into you. Once he reaches the hilt, he doesn’t move so you could adjust to his size. The two of you observe the other person’s face as you comfortable and you smile at him.

“You’re perfect.” He exclaims. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re perfect too, Ed’s.” You smile up at him, melting his heart at the cliché but loving nickname.

“You want me to move, now?” He asks in a caring manner and you indicate a yes.

He pulls his hips back before slowing sinking back into you completely, you whence quietly at the feeling of him stretching you but the pain quickly subsides. His thrusts start out slow, his forehead pressed against yours for comfort. Once the sudden shock of his length and girth had worn off, his thrusts had picked up pace.

He held a steady rhythm at first, planting soft kisses on your lips and neck. Your whimpers escaped you with each rock he gave into your body, it was nearly enough to make him cum right then and there.

“How do you usually like it?” You ask him, earning a snicker.

“Honestly? Hard, rough, painful with pleasure.” He answered, continuing to thrust into you at the steady pace. “You strike me as a girl who likes it soft and sensual.”

“Me?” You scoff. “Have you met me?”

His thrusts stop and he looks at you with an inquisitive look.

“Alright princess, what do you like?” He smirks. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Just like that, you had grown shy, maybe even a little embarrassed. But why? It’s only Eddie.

Yeah, it’s only Eddie. The guy that you’ve been dreaming out since last year, the guy who sleeps over a ton when your parents are home but mainly when they’re out of town, the one who teased you for having a crush on him in the first place.

“Any specific names you like to be called? Anything you want me to do sensory wise?” He interrogates.

You still don’t answer.

“Speak to me when I’m talking to you.” He demanded.

Your cunt fluttered around him as a reaction to his assertiveness, that cocky look back on his face.

“Ah, you like being told what to do, don’t you?” He sneered.

“Y-Yes.” You shyly agree.

“There’s that voice.” He coos. “Like being degraded?”

“Mhm.” You hum as his hips began rocking into yours again.

“Pain?”

“Please.” You gasp at the deep, sharp thrust.

Your plea took Eddie by surprise. He was initially asking what you liked with pain, but you gave him a completely different response.

“What’s off limits with pain, baby? Tell me so I can make sure I don’t hurt you.” He urges.

“Just don’t kill me or break a bone and we’ll be good.” You giggle and he laughs lightly.

“You like slapping? Choking? Spanking? Pinching?”

“All of it.”

“Say ‘limit’ if it’s too much and we can stop, ‘kay?” He said and you acknowledge it with a kiss.

He pulls out nearly all the way, only the tip remaining in, before snapping back into you harshly. You let out a loud cry which only made his loss of control worse. He had total control over you and you both loved it.

His hands grip your hips as he thrusts hard again, and again, and again, over and over. Your tits bounce with each thrust and your fingernails rake down Eddie’s torso, leaving a mark. His hand meets your face with a harsh slap and you moan.

“Of course you’d like that, fucking slut.” He growls. “That what you are?”

“Uh huh.” You whine out.

“Say it. Say you’re my slut.” He orders.

“‘M your slut.” You mumble.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. What was that?”

“I’m your slut.” You answer louder.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” He grunts.

He fucks into you relentlessly and hard. Your cheek was red from the numerous slaps he gave you but you loved it. You craved it. You craved him in every aspect.

“Don’t fight me, baby. Open.” He ordered, his tone dark which excited you even more.

You open your mouth for him and he spits, you swallow instantaneously with a smile.

His cock is buried deep in you, he was a perfect fit. His grunts gave you butterflies and made you fall for him even more.

“Please daddy.” You whimper as your fingernails carve moon shapes into his back.

“Aw, daddy’s girl getting all needy on me all of a sudden?” He mocks. “I don’t think you deserve to cum. Not yet, still not done using you.”

He loved the look of frustration on your face when he denied your orgasm. You were already so built up and it was getting harder to control, but you couldn’t disappoint him. You didn’t want to get punished.

Or did you?

Your curiosity of his form of punishment was getting to you. You didn’t have your doubts, but you didn’t know how he would punish you. His hand squeezes around your throat while his spit drips into your mouth.

His cock repeatedly pounds into you, your walls gripping around him the closer you get to your release. He continues choking you as he fucks into you roughly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure as his hand goes from your neck to your clit, rubbing circles around it as he continues thrusting.

“I’m so close.” You shudder against his touch.

“Don’t even think about it.” Eddie ordered with a deep laugh. “Don’t fight me on it.”

His fingertips continue working against you and couldn’t hold it in any longer. When his palm meets your cheek again, that’s what threw you over the edge.

“Oh… f-fuck!” You draw out, your back arching off of the bed.

You clench around him as your orgasm plows through you at full force. Your toes curl as you scream his name, the only thing you see is stars.

His thrusts didn’t slow down any. You hear him growl before his hips snap into yours even harder than before.

“Don’t fuckin’ listen to me when I tell you to do something, huh?” He spits. “You’re gonna be sorry.”

You were in pure bliss, tears spilling down your face at the intense pleasure. Your eyes open and you see Eddie staring down at you as he chases his high, you smile up at him to let him know that you were fine. His thrusts grow sloppier overtime, his groans and moans getting louder and louder.

He quickly pulls out of you, his cum spilling onto your lower stomach as he moans with each drop. Once he had finished he grabbed a towel and cleaned off your belly, kissing your forehead.

“Such a gentleman.” You giggle and he smiles.

“Gotta take good care of my girl.” Eddie hums with a smile. “But you’re still getting punished.”

You both clean up and get dressed, you wrap your arms around Eddie’s torso as you both stand in the middle of the room. You look up at him and he pushes a piece of hair behind your ear. He sees his hand prints on your cheek and holds up a finger, telling you to wait there.

He leaves the room before coming back in, he brings you an ice pack as you lay down. Before you could even put the ice pack on your face, he gently kissed the areas that were slightly raised from his hands and gently placed the ice pack on your cheeks.

“You okay?” He asks you tenderly, caressing your long hair.

“Never better.” You breathe out with a chuckle and he grins. “Better than I imagined it would be.”

“Oh yeah? You’ve thought about that?” He snickered and you hum in response. “Since it’s the hour of honesty, I’ve thought about it many times and it was so much better than I envisioned too.”

The two of you lay there just taking in each other. Your legs were intertwined with his and you doze off with the ice pack on your face and your head on his chest.

You wake up to quiet mumbling and hanging off of the edge of the bed. You turn your head to see where the mumbling was coming from and you see Eddie sleeping. He talked a ton in his sleep, full blown conversations, which you also did yourself.

“Ed’s?” You whisper, gently shaking him. “Ed’s.”

“Hm? You alright sweetheart?” He rasps tiredly, not opening his eyes.

“It’s 9:30. You think you could drop me off?” You ask, laying your chin on his chest.

“It’s so early.” He complained as he places your pillow over his head.

“I know but Robin’s coming over later.” You pout and he sighs.

He removes the pillow and looks down at you, even though he had sleep lines and sleep in his eyes, he was still the most perfect man you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Hi.” You whisper with a grin.

“Morning, baby.” He replied, kissing you firmly. “C’mon, let’s get going.”

You climb off of him and let him get out of bed. He uses the bathroom while you slide on your jeans, not even bothering to change out of his shirt or boxers. He comes back into the room and jumps into a pair of jeans and throws on a torn shirt, not even brushing his hair. You put your shoes on and follow him out to the van.

“You still coming over later?” You ask him and he nodded.

“Have I ever missed one of Steve’s parties before?” He answered with a laugh and you shrug amused. “Might make a trip upstairs while I’m there.”

“Oh really?” You question slyly and he smirks.

“You still have a punishment, doll.”

He drives into town before pulling into your road, stopping at the stop sign just before you get to your house. You agreed that he’d drop you off there that way in case Steve was outside, he wouldn’t suspect anything.

“I’ll see you tonight.” You smile, kissing his lips.

“See you tonight, sweetheart.” He winks before watching you walk up the road, making sure that you were at least on the edge of your driveway before taking off.

You walk into the house and see Steve and Nancy enjoying their breakfast.

“Where you been?” Steve inquires.

“Jennifer’s.” You respond before making your way up the stairs.

“Why does that shirt look so familiar?” Nancy buts in and your stomach drops.

“This?” You ask as you look at her from the staircase, looking down at Eddie’s shirt. “Oh! It’s this band that everyone loves, everyone has this shirt. You should check into it.”

You run up the stairs without another word and immediately close your door once you reached your room. You sigh to yourself before crawling into your bed, your heart pounding.

You just had sex with your brother’s best friend and you didn’t know where it was going to go between you and Eddie. Only time will tell.

Peeping Tom

18+ MDNI (just don't, ok?)

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader x Perv!Steve Harrington

WC: 6k

CW: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, masturbation, slight persuasion, use of degrading pet names, use of praisey pet names, posessiveness, voyeurism/exhibitionism (one party doesn't know it's happening, sorry), Steve being a huge secret pervert, Eddie being a little gross and pervy himself towards the end, semi public sex, kinda Dom!Eddie, all characters are 18+

Please let me know if I've forgotten anything and I can update it.

A/N: This was just a little something that came to my mind randomly a while ago, I've had it on my "to write" list for ages and decided to finally check it off, now that I'm actually starting to put some content out there. Enjoy! Please leave feedback, I always like to hear how people have enjoyed my writing.

Smut under the cut

"Hurry up, Eds, come on. We don't have long" you giggled as you held your boyfriend's hand, leading him around to that little spot behind the gym block that you had both claimed as your little makeout spot. It was down a nice little alley, secluded apart from the two openings at either end. One of which was a brick wall that meant you could only go right or left and those little pathways leading off of it were rarely used by anyone, if ever. So it was pretty prime makeout spot material. You were surprised no one else had found it before. Unless you just didn't know about it.

"Oh don't you worry sweetheart, I'm coming alright" he said from behind you with a big smirk that you could literally hear, grabbing your hips and leaning around to nip at your ear, humming against your warm skin.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, turning to face him, taking his hand again as you turned the corner and walked backwards further into the alley. "Stop being such a pervert babe, just hurry up and kiss me" you said, biting your lip as you slowly backed towards the wall, squeezing at his hand.

He grinned at you and obliged, his palms grabbing you by both sides of your face and smashing his lips against yours, making your back hit the wall a little harder than he'd intended, mumbling a small apology to you. You just melted into the kiss though, sighing into his mouth as you rested your hands on his biceps, slowly rubbing them up and down and gently squeezing. You loved Eddie's arms, all that lifting amps and guitars and music equipment from his band's shows and practices really paid off. He didn't look very strong to most people, but he definitely was. You for one knew it by the way he lifted you with ease and threw you around in his bedroom or the back of his van. Or one time The Hideout bathrooms.

"I've been waiting for this all day, I always miss you so much when I have to go to these stupid fucking classes" your boyfriend hummed against your lips, his hands now moving to your waist and gripping at you, pulling your body against his as he crowded you against the wall. All you could do was nod your head and make a soft noise of agreement, not wanting to stop kissing him even for one second.

You lived for moments like this, however small they were. When you had Eddie all to yourself, even if it was just a quick makeout session when you'd both left class early feigning stomach aches because you'd missed each other too much. It didn't matter that you'd just saw each other at lunch, you were inseparable and you both really noticed the others absence when you weren't together. Even if it was something as simple as Eddie going to the store to grab some snacks for your movie night, you'd find yourself launching your body at him as soon as he came back, kissing him like he'd been gone for a lot longer than 10 minutes. And he was just as bad sometimes.

Eddie's hands began to wander, gripping at the soft cotton of your little black tank top, bunching it in his hands as he flicked his tongue across your lips, begging you to open up and let him in. You obliged without even thinking, your arms moving to wrap around his neck, your lips parting to which he took full advantage of, licking into your mouth with a small groan coming from him.

You could tell he was getting a little worked up, with the way your tank top was slowly riding up a little more each second, his greedy hands possessively gripping at it and trying to slyly move it up your skin. Your hands moved to his to sort yourself out a little, trying to pull the top down again. But his hands continued travelling upwards over the material, now cupping your breasts and squeezing. You weren't wearing a bra, so the slightest of friction on your nipples made you gasp a little into his mouth.

"Eds.." you said quietly, breaking the kiss and sounding slightly whiny. "Come on, we said this would be a quick makeout, you can undress me when we get back to yours later" you giggled, feeling his lips latch onto your jaw and suck a little mark into your skin, making you close your eyes and relish in the sensation.

"Baby, I can't help it. God they feel so good.. I gotta see em, please?" He groaned again, his lips now travelling down your jaw in little wet kisses towards your chin and moving to the other side. "Come on, show me your gorgeous tits and then that'll be it, I promise. Just flash me a little bit and I can hold off till later". He sounded desperate, but not in the way where he was whiney or pathetic sounding.

You didn't respond, hoping that if you just ignored it, he'd hopefully not push it any further. One of your hands found his face, gripping his chin gently and guiding him back to your lips, kissing him harder and deeper, your tongues fighting for dominance in each others mouths as you let out an involuntary soft moan into his mouth. Fuck. That wasn't going to help matters. And it didn't.

He groaned and pressed his body against yours, slotting his thigh between your legs and pushing you further into the wall as his hands moved down and slipped under your top, his rough palms now fully engulfing your bare tits, his thumbs gently flicking over your peaked nipples. A shudder ran through you as he did so, gripping onto his arms a little harder as he palmed at you and squeezed the soft skin of your breasts.

"Jesus, please show me 'em sweetheart. Just gotta see em for a second, promise" he said, his voice sounding rough and a tad fucked out as he began trailing his kisses down your neck, finding that one sensitive spot you had that he knew you wouldn't be able to resist and sinking his teeth in, latching on and sucking another bruise into your skin. It made you gasp and grab at his shoulders, looking up at the sky as your eyes fluttered closed from how he was sucking on that spot of your neck and working his thumbs over your nipples, hands shoved up the fabric of your tight top and definitely stretching it out. You tried to swallow down the little whimper that escaped you as he sucked particularly hard, he fucking knew just how to make you give in to him.

You knew he wasn't about to let this go. And when Eddie really wanted something, he got it. You tried to think of an excuse, one worthy enough of Eddie Munson and his stubborn ass. But you were shit out of luck. There wasn't one. You closed your eyes for a second, letting out a sigh as he squeezed a little harder at your tits, slightly pinching your nipples between his thumb and index finger, your back arching a little against the wall as he did so. "Fine" you said, trying to sound annoyed but how could you when he had you like this? "But I swear, just for a second and no more. I don't need someone coming around the corner and seeing me standing here with my tits out"

He let go of your skin from his mouth with a wet pop, kissing the now dark purple mark on the juncture of your neck which made you whimper slightly again, before he pulled back with a shit eating grin on his face. He palmed at your tits once more, biting his lip and nodding down towards them. "Go on then princess. Show me the goods" he winked at you, taking his hands out from under your top and resting them on your hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into the skin just above where the waistband of your cute little plaid skirt lay.

You rolled your eyes at him, trying hard not to let the smile on your face crack through. You didn't want him to think you were enjoying this. But you kinda were. Even if you were terrified of someone catching you and seeing you indecent at school, it was sort of exciting. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you moved your hands down towards the hem of your shirt, grabbing at it with your fingertips gently and slowly sliding it up your body, almost as if you were teasing him.

He looked at you completely entranced, his eyes widening as you revealed your tits to him, watching as you lifted the tight fabric up and over and both of your breasts bounced out from underneath, jiggling as they settled where they naturally lay. You held the top up just at your collarbones even though you didn't have to, gulping as you looked side to side, making sure no one was coming. If someone did appear, then you could quickly cover yourself up again.

Eddie's gaze was completely and utterly on your chest. His mouth hung open wide, eyes almost popping out of his skull as he stared at them like he'd never seen them before, like you were showing him for the first time that night in his bedroom when you'd confessed that you had a crush on him. He was a complete sucker for your tits. He swears he'd never see a better pair. Not even in nudey magazines or pornos he'd sometimes smuggle home from Family Video.

"Okay, is that enough? Can I put them away now and we can get back to smooching a little more?" You giggled, about to move the top back down and cover yourself up again. What you didn't see was Eddie moving without thinking, grabbing both your tits with his hands and his mouth latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and flicking his tongue over it as you looked down and gasped. "Eddie! Come on, we can't do this here" you hissed at him, watching as he looked up at you and then closed his eyes, pinching your other nipple as his teeth grazed at the one his mouth was currently attached to, a muffled groan coming from him.

You couldn't help but bite your lip and moan a little as he moved to the other one quickly, your hands coming away from where your top sat bunched up against your collarbones, one moving into his hair and tugging at it, trying to get him off of you. But it was no use, it just made him suck harder at your nipple, biting at the sensitive bud as his tongue flicked faster.

"E-Eddie.. not here..." you complained pathetically, your cheeks now completely red and flushed with embarrassment, the thought of someone coming around the corner and catching you with your boyfriend with his mouth quite literally glued to your chest making your heart thud harder than it normally would when he did this. His free hand had started to wander too, fingers running up the inside of your thigh under your skirt, the cool rings on each of his fingers making you shiver a little as they brushed against your skin.

"Why not? No ones here, no one ever comes here baby, come on.. let's just have a little fun hm?" He said as he looked up at you with his big brown eyes, fluttering his damn long lashes at you while his tongue peeked out of his mouth and circled each of your now stiff nipples, paying equal attention to them both as his hand under your skirt moved higher, your leg instinctively lifting up for him as he cupped your pussy gently and rubbed his fingers over the damp lace of your panties, a shaky quiet moan coming from you as he did so, your hand flying to your mouth to cover it. You didn't need anyone who was nearby hearing that kind of noise and suddenly getting intrigued.

"We can be quick, I promise, I just.. fuck, I need you so bad. And I know you need me too, I can feel how wet you are already" he grinned up at you, teeth grazing over your nipple as his fingers moved up and toyed with the elastic at the top of your underwear, sliding his hand down into them, two of his fingers parting your folds and stroking you teasingly, gathering up some of your wetness from your entrance on his middle finger. "Oh, my little slut really is fucking dripping for me"

Your eyes rolled back a little, another moan coming from you muffled by your hand. He knew he had you right where he wanted you, he knew you wouldn't be able to resist much longer, especially when he was talking to you like that. So he moved his mouth back onto one of your peaked nipples and sucked at it again, groaning and finding your clit with his fingers. As soon as he started to rub slow circles over it, you shuddered and fell forward a little. Your hand coming away from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut and then looked down at him. He was making you feel so fucking good, his fingers were well and truly skilled, as was his mouth. You cursed past you for all those nights you spent teaching him exactly how you liked it, all those nights he discovered a new way to make you crumble. And this was one of them. Sucking your tits while rubbing your pussy was always one way Eddie could get whatever he wanted. And he always looked so fucking pretty while doing it, even with a shit eating grin on his face because he knew exactly what it did to you.

"Fine. Okay, fine. But be quick, please Eds, I don't wa-" you were cut off by Eddie suddenly unlatching from your nipple, both of his hands suddenly under your skirt and pulling your panties down your legs. A little dumbfounded by how quickly he was getting them off you, you stepped out of them and watched him stuff them into his back pocket as he stood up again. Grinning at you devilishly, he was suddenly lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as you grabbed at his shoulders and let out a surprised squeal, one of his hands holding you up under your ass and squeezing, his other hand down at his belt unbuckling himself and making quick work of undoing his jeans.

Now he had you giving into him and giving him what he wanted, he'd do as he wanted. "I'll be as quick as I want to be. Or maybe I'll take my time. Make you late for class cause you're too busy being stuffed with my cock" he chuckled darkly, licking his lips as he freed his cock from his boxers, shoving them and his jeans down underneath his ass and moving closer to you again, rubbing his cock against your drenched slit as your boyfriend pinned you against the wall with his full body.

You could feel the fat head of him dripping with precum and nudging against your clit, making you whine a little. Eddie was long and thick, definitely the biggest you'd ever had. At first you'd been intimidated by his cock, but that was long gone now. You loved it, you begged for it sometimes too. You bit your lip and looked up at him, watching as he smirked and groaned, his nose slotted beside yours, letting your slick coat his cock as he made you needier for him. "Eddie please.. just.. just..."

Without another word, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly started to push himself inside you, holding you up against the wall with both hands under your ass. Both of your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, one hand on his back and the other in his hair, your mouth hung open as he stretched you out slowly, a choked moan coming from you as he bottomed out, stilling for a moment to let you adjust. You'd been with Eddie for months now, but you still needed a second to get used to him when he was fully inside you.

"Jesus FUCK angel, so fucking tight and so wet. And it's all for me ain't it?" He groaned, burying his face into your neck as he all but lost his mind, feeling your warm velvety walls clench down on him at his words. He slowly drew back and thrusted in again, making you bite down hard on your lip so you didn't moan too loudly as the sting of the stretch turned into burning pleasure, nodding slowly to agree with him that you were infact all his.

You were still absolutely fucking terrified of being caught. Of another student who was also ditching class stumbling across you both while trying to find somewhere secret to smoke or something. Or worse.. a teacher who'd been on the lookout for ditching students. The thought of it made you come to your senses a little, looking around cautiously as Eddie started fucking into you slowly but hard, mumbling curses into your neck and squeezing your tits, making you mewl under his touch. Maybe no one would come out here. Maybe you could just enjoy your boyfriend fucking you at school, when you should both be in class.

You were just about to look back at him and stop worrying so much, when suddenly you saw something move out of the corner of your eye and your heart almost fucking stopped. Your head snapped to where you saw the movement and you gasped loudly. You saw a little piece of brown wavy hair and an eye peeking out from the corner.

Someone was watching you.

Someone was watching Eddie fuck you right now. You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your throat, your mouth opening to try and speak, but only being able to let out a strangled noise as Eddie fucked you a little harder and squeezed at your ass, his fingers digging into the globe of it. You were about to slap his shoulder, alert him to something being wrong, when the person watching moved out of the corner a little more and pressed their finger to their lips and shaking their head, telling you to be quiet as their mouth moved in a silent "Shhh". It was then that you saw exactly who it was.

Steve Harrington.

Steve fucking Harrington was watching your boyfriend fuck you right now against a wall behind the gym block. Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High, the captain of the basketball team, the beer keg champion. The pervert.

You looked at him in complete confusion, wondering what he was doing. How long had he been there? How much had he seen? You shook your head a little at him, waving your hand at him as if to shoo him off. But it was just as the head of Eddie's cock nudged at your g-spot in the right way and made you cry out in a moan, your head falling back against the wall that he was currently rutting you into. "Oh, there she is, is that good baby? Let it all out, let me hear all your pretty noises" Eddie mumbled, kissing up your jaw with his eyes clamped shut, mouthing at you sloppily as he moaned himself completely unabashedly. He clearly wasn't caring if you got caught. And he clearly wasn't aware of Steve's presence right now.

He'd always thought you were hot, you were insanely pretty and he'd always imagined what your tits looked like, maybe he'd even jerked off to your yearbook picture a couple times too. So when he had been walking around the school to cool off after Billy Hargrove pissed him off one too many times in gym class and he happened to stumble across you flashing your tits to Eddie, he absolutely couldn't pass up this opportunity. He immediately got hard as a rock and.. well he just couldn't help his 'manly urges'. He had to help himself out. And he definitely didn't want to stop watching when things got hotter and heavier.

You looked over at Steve again in a slight panic, seeing him watching you both intently, his eyes completely open wide in awe, licking his lips like he was concentrating hard on something. You quickly registered the fact that he looked like he was a little flushed. And then you saw his gym shorts were pushed down a little, his hand wrapped around his thick pink cock while he gripped at himself tightly, his other hand lifting his shirt up a little to let you see his toned stomach. You didn't think he was as big as Eddie from where you could see, but shit he definitely had a big dick. A little bit of precum dribbled from the slit of it and he immediately swiped it away, using his thumb to rub it into his cock and making eye contact with you, stroking at himself faster and smirking. He was enjoying that he'd been caught watching you both.

You couldn't fucking believe this. Not only was he watching Eddie fuck you, but he was getting off to it too. You were livid. You were absolutely disgusted. You were more soaked than you'd ever been. You're not sure why.. but having Steve watch you two was making your cunt flutter more around Eddie and your juices drip out of you. Eddie always usually had you soaked, but something about being watched like this, about someone seeing you completely indecently, your tits bouncing every single time Eddie thrusted his hips harshly into you.. yeah, it was fucking hot.

"Faster Eddie.. please.. god, please fuck me faster" you gasped, tugging at his hair and nibbling at his ear, keeping eye contact with Steve the whole time, deciding that if he wasn't going to shy away in embarrassment now that he's been caught and he was gonna continue to watch, then you better give him a good show right? Eddie, of course, obliged, cursing under his breath as he grabbed you under your thighs and shifted you up the wall a little, his hips snapping against your thighs hard enough to definitely leave bruises the next day.

Steve's eyes widened more and he raised his eyebrows as you spoke, lifting his hand up to his mouth and spitting into his hand, before going back to jerking himself off, trying to match the speed of which Eddie was fucking you now. He bit his lip to stop him from moaning, his eyes flicking from your face, your tits and Eddie's ass rutting into you. He couldn't help but imagine exactly how Eddie's length looked sliding in and out of your tight cunt, biting down on his lip harder as his head fell back for a second, before reminding himself that it was happening right in front of him and he could look. His head snapped back up, and he looked at you with a dark look in his eyes, his tongue darting over his lips and wetting them, moving out of the corner a little more and letting you get a good look at him and what he was doing.

No one knew this, but Steve liked being a bit of a disgusting pervert. Everyone thought just because he was "The King" and got any girl he wanted falling at his feet that he wouldn't need to be. He kinda liked the thought of spying on people when he thought they were alone. He'd never done it before, not until now. He'd thought about doing it plenty of times at parties, hiding in closets and waiting until some unsuspecting couple came stumbling into the room looking for somewhere private to fuck each others brains out. But he'd always chicken out and never actually acted on it. Not until this perfect opportunity presented itself and literally fell at his feet.

You gasped as you watched him, still a little in disbelief, moaning into Eddie's ear as he continued ramming into you. "Oh god, yeah, that's it baby, just like that, keep doing that, fuck that cock feels so good" you moaned out, keeping eye contact with Steve and licking your own lips slowly as your head fell back against the wall again, one hand coming to grab at your own breast and toying with your nipple, feeling yourself get closer to your orgasm. You weren't sure if you were playing it up on purpose now because Steve was watching, or if Eddie really was just making you feel that good. You felt his hand slide between your bodies, immediately finding your clit and making you cry out his name as he began furiously rubbing at your sensitive bud.

"You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Gonna gush all over this big dick, hm?" Eddie panted into your neck, groaning as he felt you clamp down on him. "That's it, come on princess, let me see you cum all over my dick" he said raspily as he lifted his head and looked down at the way your cunt swallowed his cock whole, holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself up as he parted your legs wider and held you there.

You nodded your head, your eyes flicking to him and then over to Steve again who was now tugging at himself furiously, standing on his tiptoes, hoping to get a tiny glimpse of your soaked cunt. He had to quickly cover his mouth as he caught sight of Eddie's fingers moving rapidly over your clit and sucked a breath in, stopping himself from making any noise and ultimately being caught by your boyfriend. He wasn't quite sure how Eddie would react, probably not in a great way since he saw how possessive he was over you, how he'd give death stares to any guy who's eyes lingered on you a little too long. Definitely not in the way you had reacted. He was still surprised at how you didn't even say anything, how you didn't rat him out and seemed to actually enjoy him watching you two. And God was he grateful. You're not sure why you didn't say, and you're even more unsure of why you're enjoying him watching your boyfriend about to make you cum.

"I'm.. I'm gonna cum! Eddie, fuck! I'm cumming!" You moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut tight as you felt your back arch and that knot in your stomach break, your orgasm washing over you with a loud gasp, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your head lulled forward and you opened your eyes, watching yourself squirt all over your boyfriends dick, his fingers rubbing at your clit making it a little more messy than it should have been, your fingers digging into the back of his neck, your nails leaving little half moon marks as he hissed at the feeling.

You'd never done that before. Eddie continued looking down as he felt the liquid spill from you, his eyes widening as he realised what had just happened. "Holy shit.. holy fucking shit" he said with a gasp, looking up at you and fucking into you faster, grabbing your jaw with his fingers covered in your release and kissing you hard, moaning into your mouth as he made out with you filthily, chasing his own high. His movements started to stutter and you opened your eyes, looking over as you watched Steve tug harshly at his now angry looking cock, his face screwing up as he looked at the puddle of your cum underneath you both and the way he was fucking into you. You moaned back into Eddie's mouth, your eyes half lidded and your mind fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Cum for me baby, want you to cum for me please" you whimpered out against Eddie's lips. A small part of you was talking to Steve too, wanting to see the face he made when he orgasmed out of curiosity more than anything else. He knew you were talking to him too, nodding his head as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and his brow furrowed, letting you know he was close, his chest heaving as his eyes glazed over.

"M'cumming sweetheart, don't you worry, m'gonna fill you up baby, oh fuck, shit!" Eddie grunted out, his voice cracking as he did just that, panting against your cheek as he gasped and moaned your name, his eyes squeezing shut tight. His forehead rested against your temple as he slowed down his movements and twitched a little, thrusting into you shakily as his cum spilled into your now oversensitive pussy, the sensation of it making you whine.

You watched as Steve's own face scrunched up and he gasped quietly, his eyelids fluttering a little as he fought to keep them open so he could keep looking. His mouth was hanging open, his hand rubbing at his length as he shot thick ropes of cum out onto the ground, his body jerking forward a little and making him stumble, cursing under his breath silently as his head fell back and he milked every last drop from himself. He looked down and watched as the last few drops of his cum dribbled out, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. You're really not fucking sure why you find watching him cum so hot, why it made you whine just as Eddie did when he came inside you. You can't believe how much he came too, blinking slowly as you looked all of it on the ground in front of him.

"God baby.. you.. you fucking squirted" Eddie said in a breathy chuckle, opening his eyes and grabbing your jaw, guiding you back to kiss him, this time was much softer than before. He was being gentle with you now. "You've never done that before, my filthy girl. Was it really that hot, getting fucked behind the school where we could be caught? It was the hottest fucking thing that's ever happened to me, that's for sure" You giggled into his mouth and shrugged your shoulders. If only he knew.

"Maybe a lil' bit. Maybe you just turned me on that much" you said with a grin as you kissed him back, wincing a little as he slid himself out of you. He slowly lowered you down, rubbing gently at your tits and slowly lifting your top down for you, not before he kissed each of your sensitive nipples, which made you squirm and push at his shoulders gently in protest.

"Goodbye girls, I'll miss you" he said to your boobs with a big fake pout, looking at them and smoothing the fabric of your tank top back down your body as you watched Steve putting his cock away into his gym shorts. He was nodding his head with a grin on his face, almost like he was agreeing with Eddie. And it made you giggle just as much as Eddie's fake pouting did. You held your hand out expectantly, raising your eyebrows at Eddie. Who just looked up at your hand and then at you, cocking his head to the side with a dumb smile on his face. "What baby?"

"Um.. my underwear maybe? I kinda need those. Unless you want everyone to see your cum dribbling down my legs" you scoffed, already feeling some of it sliding down the inside of your thigh. You watched him as he squatted down in front of you and lifted your skirt up fully again, holding it bunched in his hand at the waistband. You felt your cheeks get all hot and looked over at Steve again who was smirking and leaning against the wall, his eyes glued to your pussy as Eddie lifted one of your thighs with the hand not holding your skirt up, spreading you out and revealing your creampied messy cunt to him. And to Steve.

"Keep your leg up just like that for me, Princess. Just like that, need to have a good look at my pretty pussy" he said, his voice low and gently commanding. You did as he said, keeping it held up and looked back down at Eddie, watching as he hummed and scratched his chin with a smirk on his face, like he was thinking about something. He took your panties from his back pocket and wiped up the cum from your leg slowly, grinning up at you. He gently wiped over your cunt a little too, chuckling darkly when you jerked and hissed with how sensitive you were.

Steve thought he was going to blow his load again as he watched on. He hadn't really seen just how perfect your pussy was. So pink and wet, your clit practically throbbing still. And it looked so fucking good filled with cum too. He began to wonder if Eddie did in fact know he was there and was just trying to make him jealous, showing him that it was his cum inside of you and not Steve's. Either way, he wasn't particularly fussed, he still got a great view of your legs spread and what lay between them.

"There. That should do it. I don't think you need panties anyway, considering I'm just gonna have you on my cock in a couple hours again anyway" he shrugged and winked at you, standing up to his full height and letting your skirt fall back down around your thighs, both of your feet firmly planted on the ground again as he shoved the now soiled panties back into his back pocket. You rolled your eyes at him and slapped his chest gently with a hand.

"You're disgusting" you laughed, shaking your head and smoothing your skirt out. "Come on, we're already late for class since someone decided me flashing them wasn't enough" you said with a small sigh as you reached out for his hand and pushed yourself up off the wall, smiling wide at him.

He grinned at you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. "You love that I'm disgusting" he winked at you, making you roll your eyes again. It was true. You kinda did love it when he was gross like that. "It's never enough, sweetheart. You know I can't resist you" he said as he kissed your cheek sloppily and loudly, accentuating the Mwah! sound of his lips smacking against your skin. You giggled and looked over your shoulder, watching as Steve stood there and winked at you, kissing the air towards you and flicking his tongue at you lewdly.

"That was fun though, Eddie. Maybe we should do it again sometime. Was kinda hot thinking we might get caught" you said, watching as he turned back around the corner and walked away, smirking as he heard what you said. Eddie simply chuckled and looked down at you, right as you turned to look up at him, smiling wide and melting into his side.

"Oh my girl enjoyed that did she? Are you a little exhibitionist baby? You want one of the jocks to catch us and see what they're missing out on and can't ever have cause you're all mine?" He said as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, making you giggle.

"Maybe a little bit..." you shrugged your shoulder, blushing at the fact that you know one of the jocks had already caught you. And it was Steve fucking Harrington nonetheless, who stood there and jerked off right in front of you, totally uncaring. Steve would definitely think about what he'd just witnessed later. Your jiggly round tits and your puffy dripping cunt was firmly embedded in his wank bank as jerk off material now. Or for when he was sleeping with some chick who was a little less skilled than he was used to and he needed something to get him off.

And maybe every now and then you'd think back to it too, to when you'd thought you had Eddie all alone behind the gym block..

But instead there was a peeping tom named Steve Harrington, watching your completely oblivious boyfriend cum inside you as you licked your lips at him and watched him stroke his cock.

Razor’s Edge

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four

Summary; Reader moves to Woodsboro for her senior year of high school. This story take place in the setting of the Scream 4 movie. This story is dedicated to all of the girls living through the current Rory Culkin revival. I love and see you. <3

Also available to be read on AO3 here

It's imperative for me to mention MAJOR trigger warnings for this story; blood, violence, sexual content, alcohol usage, and mentions of abusive situations and suicide. I will add and edit tw's as needed.

WC; 5851

Notes; thank you to everyone who has shown their support so far and taken the time to read my work, you are the ones who truly keep me motivated to write. much much love <33

(Not Beta Read)

You woke the next morning in the same t-shirt you had worn the day before, clinging to your skin from cold sweat. Your pants had been kicked off at some unknown point during the restless night of sleep you had. It was hard to recall the exact time you had eventually passed out on top of your bed.

Your phone was ringing somewhere underneath your pillow, causing your entire head to buzz. You groaned, wiping the sleep from your eyes. Irina’s name flashed on the screen as the caller on the other line. You answered the call, pressing the speaker button before dropping your phone on your chest.

“Hi honey, just wanted to let you know my flight made it into Sacramento.” Irina spoke. The passersby’s in the busy airport nearly muffled her voice. 

You picked up your phone again, looking at the time. How late had you slept in? The digital clock read 11:03 am. 

“Okay, I’m glad you made it safely.” You were certain your aunt could hear the rasp of your morning voice.

Irina hummed on the other line. “Just give me a call if you need anything while I’m away.” 

“Will do, love you.” You replied, clearing your throat before responding. 

“I love you too.” Irina replied before ending the call. 

You stared up at your ceiling for a moment, thinking over the events of last night. 

You couldn’t help but feel horrible for Charlie. Were he and his father close? Was his mother around? Did he have any siblings, relatives he was close with? So many questions seemed to fill your thoughts. Though, you knew they were questions that would more than likely go unanswered. It would be an awful choice, you decided, to bring up this suspected trauma unprompted. 

Maybe you could try to divulge more information from your aunt. Based upon her reaction, she must have been relatively close to his father at some point in time. Remembering back to the somber expression your aunt wore last night, you decided against that idea as well. 

You thought back on the relationship you had with your own father. He was an objectively miserable man. How would you have reacted, though, if you had lost him under the same circumstances? It would have surely still been devastating to some degree. 

You’d keep your newfound information to yourself for the time being. It was the only reasonable option you could think of. You were certain Charlie wouldn’t want you to treat him any differently after finding out about what had happened.

The familiar buzz of your phone’s ringer pulled you momentarily from your running thoughts. You grabbed your phone, pushing yourself up into a sitting position on your bed, your legs crossed closely in front of you. 

A message from an unsaved number appeared on the screen. You recognized it almost immediately as being Charlie’s from the group chat the night before. Only he hadn’t messaged both you and Robbie. It was only sent to you. 

You sucked in a sharp breath as you unlocked your phone. The message read, “Hey, Robbie wanted me to let you know he woke up feeling sick and won’t be able to make it tonight.” 

Your face fell into a frown as you read over the message again, your thumbs hovered over the keyboard as you thought up a response. 

Another message from Charlie arrived moments later. “He said he’d take over any revisions if you and I would still be willing to finish the presentation tonight.”

The corner of your lips twitched up into a half smile. Now that you and Charlie were on seemingly good terms again, there shouldn’t be any issue with just the two of you working on this together. 

Your fingers unknowingly found themselves twisted through your hair as you typed your response. “Works for me. Same time and place?” 

Charlie sent his response almost instantly. “Yeah, sounds good.” 

You had quite a bit of time to spare until 7pm rolled around. You went through your weekend routine as usual, cleaning up as you went throughout the home. By 6pm you had showered and pulled yourself mostly together. As you stood in front of your bathroom mirror, running your fingers through your drying hair, a new thought crept into your mind. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers through Charlie’s mess of hair. 

Your skin burned hot as you dropped your hands at your sides. You couldn’t bring yourself to look back up at your own reflection. 

You couldn’t shake the thought as you made your way into the kitchen downstairs. You stared blankly into the pantry, your thoughts elsewhere. 

Of course, you had always believed there was something charming about Charlie’s character. He was objectively good looking, at least you had thought so. But, thinking back on those few moments you shared alone with him on the porch the night before, there was just something- something about him was strikingly beautiful. 

You bit at your lip, squinting your eyes as you pulled your thoughts together. You reminded yourself that the last thing you wanted to do at the moment was become wrapped up in unrequited crushes and feelings similar to the sort. It was just easier on your own. You had come to this conclusion years ago. It was understandably difficult to trust others, impossible to let anybody in. 

Just as you were about to shut the pantry door, your eyes caught a glint in the back of the pantry, just behind a bag of sugar. You reached forward, grabbing the bottle in your hands. 

You turned over a bottle of red wine, scanning the label quickly. 

You hummed to yourself, setting the bottle on the kitchen counter. You stared it down for a moment, tapping your foot against the hardwood flooring. 

You had no clue how long it had been stuffed away back there. Surely your aunt wouldn’t miss it too terribly. You glanced up at the clock above the stove which read 6:44pm. A small glass wouldn’t hurt anything, just something to dispel your faltering nerve. 

You dug through the kitchen drawers, searching for a bottle opener. Just as you popped the cork, a knock at the front door rang through the home. ‘Shit.’ You steadied yourself, nearly knocking the bottle off the counter. 

You thought you would have had at least a few more minutes to yourself. You quickly made your way to the front door, taking a deep breath before turning the handle. 

Charlie stood in front of you. One hand buried in his front pocket, the other holding the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. You held the frame of the door, following his line of sight to your bare legs. You felt your face grow hot. You hadn’t realized just how much of your oversized t-shirt covered the small shorts you wore underneath.

You quickly pulled your t-shirt up, holding it against your stomach. “Shorts, promise.” God, why were you acting like this? 

Charlie swallowed, looking up to meet your eyes. “Yeah, right.” There was a moment of quiet passed between the two of you. Charlie’s eyes drifted just past you into the entryway.

“Oh, right. Come in.” You pushed the door open further for him. He followed you inside, stepping beside you as you locked the door behind him. 

He turned to head towards the living room. Without giving it much thought, you interjected. “We can go up to my room.” You motioned up the stairs, watching as Charlie stopped in his tracks.

“Your room? Your aunt won’t mind?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he kicked his shoes off.

“Oh no, she wouldn’t mind. She’s out of town this weekend, anyway.” You replied.

Charlie froze for a moment, looking up the stairs past you. He met your eyes again before responding. “Cool, yeah. Your room sounds great.”  

You smile down at him, leading him up the staircase. 

“Well, this is it,” you shrugged. “Just put your stuff anywhere you’d like.” You finished, motioning around the room. 

You picked your bag off the ground and climbed into your bed, moving close to the wall. Charlie placed his stuff on the desk beside your bed before dropping himself into the adjoining chair. You began pulling out your things, watching as he intently did the same. He seemed so incredibly focused on the things in front of him. Neither of you spoke. 

As you opened your laptop to access the shared group presentation, Charlie spoke up.

“Okay, I actually went ahead and got everything finished up earlier today.” Your breath got stuck in your chest as you met his eyes. “I figured we could just work on any revisions together.” You could tell from just below your line of sight that he was nervously messing with the corner of a piece of his notebook paper. 

“Oh,” you weren’t sure what to say. “Well, thank you. You totally didn’t have to-”

“No, I know. I wanted to.” Charlie interrupted. 

You nodded, sucking in your bottom lip. You scanned through the presentation. It really had been finished. It must have taken him hours. 

There was an uncomfortable silence, making the air thick and heavy around you. You wished you could think of something else to say. An image of the opened bottle of red wine in the kitchen flashed in your mind. 

“Would you like something to drink?” You asked so softly, you couldn’t have been certain you had actually asked it aloud. 

Charlie’s eyes snapped up to meet you. Relief almost played itself across his expression. “Yes, please. If it’s not any trouble.” He rubbed his palms flat against the denim against his thighs. 

You shot up, crawling out of bed. “Not at all.” You gave him your most reassuring smile. 

You rushed downstairs, throwing open the cabinet where you knew Irina kept her best glasses. You grabbed two by the stem and held the bottle in the other hand. 

You made your way carefully up the stairs, stopping in the doorway of your bedroom. 

Charlie peered behind himself, eyes falling to the bottle in your hand. 

“Oh,” he began, “I didn’t realize…” 

You suddenly felt incredibly stupid. Did he even drink? 

“I’m sorry, I should’ve clarified. I can go and grab some water or something-” You began turning on your heel. 

Charlie was quick to rise to his feet. “No, no, this is great.” He carefully took the glasses and bottle from your hands. You inhaled sharply and nodded as his fingers brushed against your own. 

You climbed back into bed, watching him fill each glass, respectively. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hand slightly shook as he passed you your glass. 

You took a long drink, watching him do the same. It felt so warm in your throat. You sighed, sinking further into the bed. Charlie seemed to relax a bit in his spot as well. 

A few minutes passed by in a much more comfortable quietness. 

You couldn’t help but become distracted by the man sitting beside you. He just felt so far away. You wished he’d have sat on the bed next to you instead. Every once in a while, you’d feel him glance over at you as you reread the same passage over and over again, still for some reason, unable to comprehend what it said. 

You peered up from your notes, watching Charlie slide a scribbled over sticky note that sat stuck to the base of your lamp. 

You recognized it immediately, feeling yourself shift awkwardly. It was one of the lists you kept from film club, filled almost entirely with movies that Charlie had mentioned in passing. 

“Are these…?” Charlie asked, eyes widening as he made his way down the list. 

You rolled over onto your stomach, reaching over to pull the list from Charlie’s hands. 

“Mhm,” you nodded. “I’ve almost gotten myself caught up.” You tried your best to conceal the shyness you felt at being found out. 

Your heart picked up quickly as he looked you over. There was something about his expression that felt so heavy, it was an unfamiliar sight. 

“What’s next on your list?” He asked, picking up the glass you had set down and refilling it alongside his own. 

You read over the scratched out mess of your handwriting. “Dawn of the Dead, but the 1978 version. Not the remake, of course.” 

A smirk spread across Charlie’s lip, as if he’d taught you well. He held up your glass to take from him. You took it from him slowly, feigning to be worried about spilling a single drop. By this point, your head was already beginning to feel fuzzy. It was a comfortable warmth. 

You slipped the note into your backpack, trying to focus once again on the presentation in front of you. It was useless. 

Before giving it much thought, you spoke up, “You know, I’ve already rented it.” 

Robbie could manage the revisions on his own, right?

“Oh yeah?” Charlie asked, turning in his chair to face you. 

“Yeah,” you began, trying to convince yourself that this next question would actually be a good idea. “Would you want to watch it with me?” 

“Tonight?” Charlie’s hands were back against the top of his thighs. His eyes flashed between you and the T.V. that was mounted above your dresser on the opposite side of your bedroom. 

“If that would be okay with you, I’m honestly not getting much work done over here.” You replied, getting up from the bed. 

Charlie cleared his throat before answering. “Yeah, yeah, that sounds cool.”

You smiled over your shoulder at him as you made your way over the DVD player that sat on top of your dresser. 

You messed with the CD case, popping it open and inserting the disk. You picked up the remote, waiting until the title screen flashed on the T.V. above you. You noticed the top drawer of the dresser was pulled halfway open; you slid it closed, scolding yourself. It contained the clothing you’d dread any guest seeing. You swore you were always so careful about keeping these things in order.

You flipped your bedroom lights off, dimming the lamp that sat on the desk beside Charlie before finding your place back in bed. 

You pressed play, finishing the last of the wine in your glass, before setting the remote and glass on the desk beside you. 

A few moments passed by uninterrupted. You looked over at Charlie. He was sitting so unbelievably stiff in the chair, it just seemed so uncomfortable. 

“Charlie,” you called out to him. He snapped his eyes to meet your own. “You don’t have to watch the entire movie from my desk.” You half laughed.

He stood quickly, nearly knocking things about your desk. You tried your best to hide your smile as he laid down on top of the mattress; the bed dipped under his weight. 

You both kept a fair amount of distance between each other. The movie was well underway. However, you found yourself becoming increasingly more interested in the uneven way Charlie’s chest rose and fell with each breath than what was happening on the screen.

You wished you could just reach over and touch him, move the hair out of his eyes, trace your finger over the arch of his nose. 

You could barely take notice of the way your vision had fixated on him as your head grew blurred and warm. 

You wished he’d turn and face you, say something. He seemed to be frozen in place, legs and arms held in a way that’d rival a statue. His face was fixated on the T.V., as if he were too nervous to move even an inch. It was so warm. The room felt so warm.

You could barely catch the small glimpses he’d spare towards you from his peripherals. You wish he’d just reach over- your eyes trailed down to his hands resting on his stomach, watching the veins in them roll as his finger flexed and twitched. 

You reached up, placing a hand against your face. Your skin was cold to the touch. Why did everything feel so warm?

Your clothing suddenly felt increasingly more suffocating. You were growing desperate for some form of relief. You pulled at the collar of your shirt. Your shorts felt so tight, nearly restricting. You couldn’t explain why you felt so hot. The t-shirt you had on could almost be a dress, anyway, right? 

You climbed over Charlie, one hand on either side of his chest. You steadied yourself on the ground, your head thoroughly swimming. You tried your very best to focus forward on the movie. You unbuttoned the waist of your shorts, carefully stepping out of them.

You heard a heavy sigh from behind you; the sound made the hair on your skin raise. 

“I’m sorry, moving out of the way. Promise.” You laughed, turning back to face Charlie. 

You slid into the bed, finding your spot in the small space between Charlie and the edge of the mattress. Opting not to try to climb over him again in your current state.

Charlie froze in place beside you as you shifted on to your side, trying to find the most comfortable spot between him and the screen. He was warm, so warm. You had just felt as though you were burning up moments ago, but the thought of him moving any further away made your body ache. His warmth was soothing. 

You could feel Charlie’s uncertainty as he began to shift away from you in the bed, providing you with more space presumably. 

You couldn’t explain why you did what you did next. You reacted without giving it much thought at all. You reached behind you, pulling Charlie’s furthest hand towards you until it rested on top of your hair. 

The new position forced him to shift in bed beside you until he was lying on his side as well. His hand flexed under your touch. You wished you could pull him closer. 

His fingers stretched throughout your hair and you sighed, feeling your back sink closer to his chest. You could nearly feel his heart pounding against you. Your hand fell to rest on your side. 

His other hand shifted, moving into a more comfortable position below your neck. “Is this okay?” He whispered right behind your ear. The feeling of his cool breath sent chills up your spine. You nodded, the words lost from you.

You reached up, tracing the veins wove through his forearm. His fist closed and flexed at your touch. The film, just as the presentation, was now lost on you. 

It was just him beside you. The way he smelt, his fingers carefully sliding through your hair and across your cheek, the unsteady beat of his heart against your back. You found yourself sinking further and further into his arms. A heavy sigh slipped from your lips as he pulled through the mess of your hair. 

At the sound of your voice, Charlie shifted his weight, wrapping his arm under your neck further to pull you around to face him. 

You both seemed surprised at his sudden movement. You were now face to face, just inches apart. The movie murmured faintly off somewhere in the distance. 

Even in the dark, his blue eyes were so incredibly clear. You reached up, brushing the hair that had fallen in front of his face away. His eyes flitted between your own eyes and lips. You had never noticed before just how full his own lips were. His lips were tinted a deep red from the cherry wine you had shared. You couldn’t help but imagine how sweet he’d taste. 

If you’d just move a bit closer- 

Both of his large hands wrapped throughout your hair again in near desperation. 

You returned the gesture, pushing your thigh through the middle of his own. Lips crashed against one another. 

It was unlike anything you had experienced before. This brash kiss fell into a soft rhythm, gentle exploration as you rocked into one another. 

It didn’t take long until the slow movements devolved into a harsh quick pace as you both grew more comfortable in each other’s arms. There was an air of near violence as your tongues wrapped around each other.

You needed more of him, needed to be impossibly closer in any way you could. Sensing this, Charlie wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top to straddle his waist. 

You sat back, smiling down at him as he unintentionally bucked his hips up closer to you. It was wonderful seeing the state he was in. You knew you were in just about the same shape. 

You were quick to meet his lips again. He held you steadily against himself, continuing to rock himself against you.

Your hands hazily fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. You needed to feel more of his skin against you. The barrier of clothing that separated you from him made you miserable. 

Once the last button was popped, he sat up in bed. Pulling you up with him, his arm clung around your waist. He shrugged the shirt off of himself, throwing it on the ground. You were quick to bring your lips to his again, running your hands up his now bare stomach. He was impossibly toned, felt hard to the touch. 

“Fuck.” He groaned against your lips as your hips rolled against him. You could feel him getting hard below you. A blush crept up your skin. The sound of his voice like this built up an indiscernible feeling inside of you. You wanted to hear him make that sound again. 

His hands were quick to find themselves under your t-shirt, his thumb brushed against the outer lace of your bra. He reached behind you, fumbling with the clasp. You leaned your head against his, smiling softly as he gazed at you in wonder. 

You reached behind yourself, helping him with his work uncertain work. You slid the bra off yourself, throwing it next to Charlie’s discarded shirt. You grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it swiftly over your head. 

You could hear Charlie’s breath audibly stuck in his throat as his eyes darted wildly across your body. The full weight of this situation nearly hit you at once. You brought your arms shyly across your chest. You had never been in front of a man this way. 

You could barely meet his eyes. He was quick to pull you back in to kiss him. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.” He whispered against you as he kissed your forehead. Your arms melted down to your side as his hands traced the curve of your waist. 

You could feel his hands shake as he cupped your breasts, his fingers softly grazed against your nipples. You sighed, pulling him closer to you. That frenzied feeling returned in full force. 

You needed impossibly more of him. He was quick to act, laying you back down on the bed. He hovered over you, eyes burning into your nearly naked body in front of him. 

His right hand reached down, fumbling with his buckle. You watched intently as his hand slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers to adjust himself. Your eyes fluttered back as you traced your fingers mindlessly over the defined v-line that led further down his hips. He shook at your touch. 

His lips found themselves trailing kisses down your neck and chest. He was so gentle with you. Painfully gentle. Your hands wove through his hair, arching up into him as his pace quickened. He slid further down the bed, wrapping his arms around both of your legs, holding them open to kiss down your thighs. 

You were practically already coming undone below him. He’d come so close to the spot you wanted him to be. Every time he’d pull back away, you’d whine in frustration. He’d hum back against you in response. 

You couldn’t handle the pressure building up inside you anymore. Your right hand traced slowly underneath the lace of your panties. You stopped just before slipping through your folds, looking up to meet Charlie’s eyes. His expression seemed nearly pained, completely desperate. 

“I don’t know- I’ve never…” Charlie could barely get the words out from between his lips. Even in the dim lighting, you could tell he was flustered, embarrassed at his own lack of experience. It was reassuring to you though, you had practically no experience with all of this either. It was sweet, how shy he seemed at that moment. 

“It’s okay. I’ll show you.” You gave him a reassuring smile before carefully intertwining your fingers with his own. He followed suit, hooking his free hand around your panties before sliding them off you. Your desperation for him drowned out any insecurity you could have possibly felt with him above you in that state you were in. 

You brought his fingers against you, sighing into him as he carefully let you guide him in slow circles against your clit. The knot deep inside you only grew as he became increasingly comfortable. Your hands dropped to his shoulders as he became familiar with the pace and direction you wanted. 

His free arm wrapped around your back, gripping your sides with bruising force as you started to writhe below him. His head dipped beside your ear, “Please, please let me taste you.” He practically begged. 

You could only nod, sucking in a sharp breath as his fingers moved faster, losing their rhythm. 

He was quick to shift his weight as he sat up for a moment, pulling off his constricting jeans and socks, leaving him nearly entirely exposed. You groaned at the sight of him in front of you. He was so damningly beautiful. Your vision flitted down to the large impression in his boxers, your eyes widened at the size of him. 

Before you could process this discovery, he was kneeling on the bed in front of you again. One arm snaked around your thigh as you propped yourself on your elbows to watch him make his way through his. 

He kissed just above your clit, eyes looking up at you for approval. 

“Please Charlie,” you urged him on. 

His lips were against your most sensitive spot immediately. You cried out, screwing your eyes shut. Nothing had ever been so perfect as this. He kissed against you a few more times before deciding to explore you with his tongue, “Fuck, it’s so good.” He groaned against you, speaking more to himself than you. 

The vibration of his deepening voice sent shockwaves throughout your body. Your eyes and legs involuntarily worked to screw shut. Charlie acted quick, pushing your thighs back apart with a painful grip. You were sure you’d have his finger prints bruised into your skin the next morning. ‘Good’ you thought to yourself. 

You could tell he was trying his best to emulate the motion you had shown him with your fingers with his tongue. It was maddening, completely perfect. 

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so well.” The words spilled mindlessly out of you. He groaned as you rolled your hips against him. Your eyes trailed down his chest. His right hand found its way inside his boxers. He was palming at himself as if he were in pain. You wanted to be the one to relieve him. 

The sight of him pleasing himself as he worked you over was enough to nearly send you crashing blindly over the edge. You could barely get the next words out of you, “Don’t, don’t touch yourself.” You were trying to keep it all together as he whined against you, following your demands. 

“Fuck Charlie, I’m going to…” you said between broken moans. 

He pulled away for a moment, his entire expression darkened. It could’ve easily been terrifying in any other context, you noted to yourself. The fingers that had just been wrapped around your thigh found themselves quickly against your entrance. Your eyes widened as you connected with his gaze, realizing his intentions. You’d do anything to have him inside of you. 

He kissed your lips. You sucked the taste of yourself off of him, dragging his bottom lip between your teeth. His middle and ring dove forward inside of you. His other hand came up quickly to muffle your screams. 

“Shit, you’re so tight.” His chest shuddered at his own words. A tear rolled down your face as he talked you through it. “So wet for me.” 

His free hand pressed down against your lower stomach. The additional pressure was the last push you needed. Your whole nervous system seemed to snap as his fingers fucked you through your high. You could barely hear his praise as your ears rang out with incredulous force. You were sobbing out his name, vision white and spotted at the blinding pleasure. 

He pulled out of you carefully, slowly letting you come back to yourself for a moment before diving his tongue back against you. 

You writhed up against the footboard. It was too much, too overstimulating. Your hands pulled at his hair to push him away. He grabbed both your wrists with one hand, holding you in place below him. You were babbling, stuck between ‘It’s too much’ and ‘please don’t stop.’ 

Within a matter of moments, you were coming undone again against his face. Your mind was shattered, your body a wreck under his touch. 

He fell back against the headboard, catching his breath as he watched you ride out your high. 

As soon as you could partially catch your breath again, you sat up, watching him shift uncomfortably from his pressing erection. 

It was his turn to be taken care of. You crawled your way up to rest between his thighs. His eyes darted across your face, as if he were trying to read your thoughts.

You couldn’t hide your smile as you leaned into him. You kissed him slowly, licking across his lips. Your lips slowly made their way down his chest as your fingers grazed across the fabric against his cock. He whimpered above you at the pressure. The sound made your stomach clench. You’d give anything to hear it again. 

He slid further down the bed as your lips trailed kisses and shallow bites marks further down his stomach. 

Once you could tell he was in a more comfortable position, you hooked your fingers into the waistline of boxers. He lifted his hips, helping you pull them down his thighs before discarding them on the ground below. 

You sat back on your heels, mouth agape at the sight in front of you. You could do little to hide your shock at the uncovered size of him. 

You glanced up at him, willing yourself to put on a face that feigned at least a hint of experience. He smirked down at you, as if he could tell exactly what thoughts were passing through your mind. 

“You don’t have to…” he muttered, eyes still full of adoration for you. 

Before giving him the opportunity to finish his sentence, you wrapped your fingers against the base of his cock. You could feel him pulse under your touch. His next words were stuck and gone in his chest. 

You held his gaze as your hand carefully twisted its way up to the tip of his cock. You gathered his precum on your fingers and circled it around the length of him. His mouth fell open as his stomach flexed under you. 

“Does that feel good?” You asked softly. 

He bit his lip, nodding his head yes. You were quick to pick up your pace at his approval.  

His hands were desperate, switching between grabbing at the bedsheets and headboard and any of your skin he could get ahold of. Stunning whimpers and pleas spilled out of him as you found the motion and speed he needed. 

You pulled away for a moment, moving yourself further down the bed. You held him still in one hand again as you kissed a trail down from his navel. Your eyes met with his as your lips hovered above the tip of his cock. You gathered spit on the tip of your tongue and let it fall slowly onto him. He cursed a string of expletives, his eyes rolling back into his head as you took him into your mouth. 

You thought carefully over each motion, keeping your teeth back, hollowing out your cheeks. The sensation was entirely new, but the way he began to convulse below you let you know you were doing something right. You wanted nothing more than to make him feel the same way he had made you. 

His hands wrapped almost painfully through your hair as he bucked further and further down your throat. You tried your best to relax, allowing him to take the space he wanted. 

Your throat burned, tears and spit covered your face and chest. You wouldn’t have possibly wanted it any other way. 

You were both becoming increasingly sloppy and starved in your movements. His right hand grabbed at your throat, pulling your face up to meet his eyes. You stilled, letting him fuck your throat as he pleased. It didn’t take long before his movements stilled and stuttered. 

You felt him pulse in your mouth; you were flooded with his release, warmth coated your throat and tongue. The taste and sight above you made your entire body shudder. It was heavenly. You felt truly blessed to be the cause of it all. You could vaguely make out your name being spilled from between his lips.

His chest heaved as you carefully pulled away from him, his cock falling against his stomach. 

You caught his eyes again, making a show to swallow what he had given to you. He pulled you into himself, kissing all over your face until you were laughing in his arms. 

You dropped into the bed beside him, watching him shift his weight and stand. He scanned the room before spotting the bath towel that hung beside your bedroom door. He made quick work of cleaning the two of you up, tracing kisses across you as he did so. 

Your nerves were all shot. Your entire being was exhausted and heavy. 

He dropped the towel next to the discarded pile of clothing that had accumulated on your bedroom floor. Charlie slid back in bed beside you, lifting the disheveled duvet over you both. He pulled you up onto his chest. You sighed as he swept the hair out of your face. 

You were in a complete haze, halfway into a deep sleep. 

“Thank you,” Charlie whispered above you. 

You hummed, reaching up to kiss under his jaw. “Thank you.” You replied, pulling a sore a leg over his thighs, resting your head back down against him.

The movie’s title screen music played on repeat in the background; you couldn’t be the least bit bothered to turn it off. 

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 1

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader

Kink: Semi-Public

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Eddie and Steve have a last show tradition and you're the lucky audience member.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (nipple play, teasing on all three parts, making out, hickies, throat fucking, oral sex (m! receiving), protected sex (they wrapped it before they tapped it), riding, double penetration (mouth & vagina), vaginal sex, semi-public sex), flirting, bra throwing, no panties, rough!Eddie, soft!Steve

a/n: Here is Day 1 of Kinktober! It's the first thing I've written in a while so I hope it's good!

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This was their last day of tour and per tradition, they would choose one front row audience member to bring to the green room, and usually Steve and Eddie would give her or him the time of their life. You had been coming to Corroded Coffin’s gigs for a year since your ex-boyfriend was obsessed with them but halfway through their tour, your boyfriend left you for some chick that was working with the band. You were pissed and heartbroken and just wanted to get a plane ride home so you could wallow but then you locked eyes with the lead guitarist, Eddie Munson, and you had melted. He was one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. His drummer, Steve, also made you melt when he tore off his shirt showing off his fuzzy chest and he was drenched in sweat. It made you want to let them do anything to you. 

So there you were at their last show of the tour and you had scored first row tickets and you were front and center to Eddie. You two made eye contact the entire time and the tenison was brewing as you unhooked your lace bra and pulled it off before throwing it to Eddie who caught it with a blinding smirk and hung it from his wrist. You wore a cropped band shirt with a pair of black jean shorts, lace thigh highs, and a dark makeup look to complete the outfit. Eddie thought you looked like someone straight out of one of his wet dreams and he threw a look over at Steve and they knew that you would be going backstage with them. 

The show had ended with one of their covers of Master of Puppets by Metallica and they had cleared the stage and you made your way through the crowd to the bar onsite of the venue and you sat on the stool on the edge and ordered yourself a beer. You sipped it as you saw Eddie strut up to you and lean against the bar with your bra still hanging off his wrist and he locked eyes with you. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Loved the souvenir.” Eddie purred and ordered himself a beer as well and you smirked at him. 

“I mean, I’ve bought enough of your souvenirs, figured you could use one.” You giggled as you scooted over to him. “And I heard that you liked lace.” You winked and Eddie smirked as his ringed hands slid onto your thighs and gripped your soft flesh gently. Your body broke out in goosebumps at the cool metal of his rings and you purred softly and placed your hands on his shoulders and moved your hands up to the nape of his neck and combed through the soft hair there. 

He smirked and leaned into your touch, “Well, I do like lace and I can’t wait to find out what other lace is under these little shorts of yours.” He hummed and you purred and leaned up to his ear. 

“You won’t find any under them.” You whispered in his ear and a wolfy grin spread across his lips and he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder making you squeal and giggle. He carried you to the green room and kicked open the door to reveal Steve and the rest of the band. You blushed as Eddie continued to carry you to the couch and plopped you down next to Steve. 

Eddie had you introduce yourself to the group and Steve smirked down at you as you looked up at him and he pulled your legs over his. His strong hands teased up your thighs and you leaned over to cup his cheek and kiss him passionately and messily. He growled against your lips making you smirk against them and he yanked you onto his lap. The rest of the band watched a bit as you and Steve made out but they turned away to continue talking and Eddie walked over and sat next to you two and brushed your hair  over your shoulder and kissed on your exposed skin.

“This okay, babygirl?” Steve whispered against your lips and you pulled away to run your fingers up his chest.

“Honey, if I didn’t want this, I wouldn't be sucking face with you.” You chuckled and tangled your fingers in his hair and yanked him down to kiss him passionately and his hands fumbled to get your shorts undone. Eddie’s hands slide up your waist from behind to cup your breasts under your shirt as Steve’s hand slipped into your shorts and growled against your lips as he felt your bare cunt.

You gasped as Steve’s calloused thumb circled your clit and moved down to collect your wetness and bring it back to your clit. You moaned against his lips as his fingers played with your bud and Eddie kissed on your neck leaving dark marks on your skin. His skilled fingers pinched and played with your nipples creating stiff peaks under his large palms. Steve quickly yanked your shorts off as your hands undid his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his pants and boxers and gave him slow, teasing strokes, making him groan against your lips. 

You pulled back to look down at him, panting softly. “Condom?” You hummed and he nodded before grabbing his wallet and pulled one out. You took it from him and ripped it open with your teeth and smashed your lips against his as you slid the condom down his cock. 

“God, babygirl. You’re a fucking dream.” Steve hummed against your lips as you stroked him slowly, lining his cock up to your hole. 

You smirked at his statement, “This is my dream.” You purred as you slid down on his cock and you threw your head back as his thick cock stretched you out and he bottomed out in you. He groaned and leaned down to latch onto your neck and you heard the clinking of a belt buckle and looked up to see Eddie’s firm length hovering over your face making you purr and you smirked up at him. “Eager are we?”

Eddie chuckled lowly as he tapped the tip of his cock against your lips, “You have no idea.” He smirked and you opened your mouth for him and he slowly slid his cock into your mouth. You hummed around him as you licked up the shaft of him and suckled at the tip gently as Steve started moving your hip up and down making you moan around Eddie’s cock. 

Your knees pressed into the couch cushions as your hips moved up and down on Steve’s cock as his lips marked your neck and down to your chest and he pushed your shirt up to reveal your breasts to him. He smirked as he leaned down to suck on each breast leaving dark marks on your skin. You moaned loudly around Eddie’s cock but it was muffled with only whimpers leaving your lips from around his cock. You felt the coil in your belly tighten quickly as Steve moved your hips faster and his calloused thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit as Eddie slid his cock down your throat making you choke a bit. Tears welled in your eyes and you pulled off his cock with a small cough but you sucked at the tip and spat on the tip before bringing your hand up to stroke his cock slowly and your lips wrapped back around the head. Eddie groaned and ran a hand through his hair and he cupped your cheek with a smirk. 

“Such a good fucking girl. Isn’t she, Stevie?” Eddie smirked as he looked down at Steve who was lost in his own world of pleasure as your cunt squeezed him. Steve looked up at Eddie with a matching smirk. 

“Hell yeah. Squeezing me like a vice. She’s close.” He smirked as he pinched your clit making you squeak and jolt as Steve moved back to bite on your neck. 

You moaned as Steve’s hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to his chest. Eddie tangled his hand in your hair and thrusted deep in your throat making you choke but clench around Steve. You felt the coil tighten then Steve bit down on a sensitive spot on your neck and pinched your clit and you cried out as the coil snapped and you came. Your hips grinded on Steve’s cock, moaning around Eddie’s cock and Steve groaned as he felt you cum and thrusted his cock deep into you as he came hard, spurting cum into the condom, moaning your name against the soft skin of your neck. 

After you two came down from your orgasms, Eddie yanked you off of Steve and slumped on the couch with you on his lap and he leaned down to kiss you passionately while he whispered, “My turn.”

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AN | So…what if you moved to a new apartment and Eddie Munson was your neighbor? What if he also had an adorable little black cat? Things could get interesting! 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Older!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 5.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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You grunted, an admittedly unattractive sound, as you dragged the last of your boxes out of the elevator and towards your new apartment. It was down the hall, at the end naturally, but it was so close. You’d managed to do pretty much everything by yourself, except for the new furniture that had been delivered, you’d let the delivery people handle that. But at the end of the second day of moving, your body was tired and you were ready to crash and call it a day. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.

It was just these damn boxes that needed to be brought. You hadn’t labeled them, a silly mistake on your part, and you weren’t sure if it was items you actually possessed or if somehow you’d acquired several boxes of rocks. With a groan you resorted to sliding them down the hall, thanking whatever was out there in the universe that the floor was smooth tile. It would take a few minutes but then it would all be done and you’d be all moved into your new apartment in New York City. 

“You alright there?” the inquisitive voice caught you so off guard that you almost tumbled over the boxes laid out in front of you. You felt an arm wrap around your waist before you could collide with the floor, and were hoisted back to your feet, “easy there.”

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