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auroradamned · 9 months

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Date Night - Steve Harrington x fem!reader

18+ MDNI, NSFW

Summary: Steve had taken you out for dinner, but you could barely control yourself as you begged him to take you.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, porn with v little plot, afab reader, reader is called girl, kissing, swearing, car sex, dry humping, riding, unprotected sex(please wrap it up people), reader is crazy horny, kind of insane, mentions of alcohol(reader has a glass of wine, she isn't drunk), reader and steve both at least 21, steve harrington has a big dick, established relationship, steves nicknames are so sweet(my back is arching). lmk if there's any i missed.

Word Count: 1.7K

You swallowed thickly, ears buzzing as Steve spoke. You were barely listening to him, too focused on him. The way his perfect lips moved, his tanned skin, strong arms bulging in his fitted, dark blue polo. Below the candle-lit table you both sat at, a pair of denim-clad thighs were begging to be squeezed by you.

A large glass of crisp looking rosé had been placed in front of you, beads of condensation trickled down the curve of the glass onto the smooth table linen. You practically snatched up the glass and took a large gulp in a feeble attempt to cool your searing flesh.

His large, tanned hands were clasped on the table, fingers drumming lightly against soft flesh. One moved up to run through dark, clean hair. Steve Harrington was going to be the death of you. In the two years you had been going out, you had never felt this out of control before, you were unsure how to react. Your head was spinning, almost salivating like a wild animal. Yes you were sure, Steve Harrington was going to be the death of, as he placed a calloused hand over yours, softer, smaller. Running a gentle thumb over the back of your palm. You watched it move, entranced, as your thighs clenched together in anticipation, trying to relieve some pressure on your thrumming clit.

‘What do you think?’ you heard him ask, muffled by the blood rushing in your ears.

‘Um.’ you stuttered, fuck, what had he asked. You felt like such a terrible girlfriend. How could you have listened to nothing he had been saying.

You glanced up at him and you swear your heart stopped for a second as you gazed at his soft features. Deep brown eyes watching you endearingly. You felt like you had been punched in the gut, stomach tightening as you tried to subtly rub your legs together.

‘Everything good, baby?’ he implored.

Your voice strained against your vocal chords as you fought out a meek, ‘Yes.’

He stared, first at your face, your cushiony lips pressed together in a tight line, a slightly furrowed brow, before slowly travelling down to your practically heaving chest moving the fabric of your pretty dress, the one he had helped pick. He moved his eyes further down to your hands, shapely fingers, clean-cut nails painted a dark red, placed firmly on the table top. The soft pouch on your stomach was the next target for his relentless gaze, he inhaled a harsh breath of air as he examined your plush thighs squirm under his watch.

His eyes narrowed at you, ‘Sure everything is okay? You look…warm.’ he spoke, softer this time, taking his time with his words as you kept eye contact with you.

The cogs turned in your brain as you tried to guess whether or not he was teasing you. Your ears were hot, and the ache of your cunt was starting to become unbearable.

‘I’m gonna go run my wrists under some cold water,’ you uttered, as if it would help, ‘won’t be long.’

You stood, pulling at the hem of your dress to straighten it, looking anywhere but Steve. He was still observing you with the same steadiness as a lion watching its prey, even as you walked away you could still feel the blistering stare.

The car was quiet as Steve drove you both home. You still felt as hot as ever, but your breaths were more even now.

One of Steve’s hands was on your thigh, the other gripping the steering wheel with excessive force, his knuckles nearly white, as bone pushed against skin.

You kept your head against the window, cooled by the evening air, steamed up by your hot breathing. Soft music played through the stereo, something Blondie, you couldn’t find the wherewithal to listen properly, especially as a certain hand crept further up your thigh, a pinkie grazing the hem of your dress.

‘You look so pretty in your little dress, Y/N.’

That was it, that was the last straw. You couldn’t handle feeling like this anymore, your hands gripped the side of your seat as you ordered, demanded Steve stop the car this instant.

‘What?’ he sputtered, taken a little aback by the volume at which you had commanded him.

‘Pull over Steve, please.’ you begged, desperate tone which would usually embarrass you, but you were so goddamn needy, so needy and he could tell. ‘I need you please, please Steve.’

That was all he needed to hear. The car came to such a sharp halt that if you hadn’t been gripping the seat for dear life,you might’ve whacked your head on the dash.

The road was desolate, save a few shrubs and one streetlight, it was his favourite shortcut. Usually you hated driving in streets so dark, passenger or not, but tonight, you couldn’t be more grateful.

Steve wasted no time unclipping both yours and his seatbelts, before pushing his seat as far back as it could go.

‘C’mere baby.’ he pleaded

You hitched up your dress so it was around your waist before mauvering yourself onto his lap as fast as you could without hurting either of you. Seated in his lap you could feel the strain of the rough denim against your damp underwear, it made you groan in anticipation and yearning.

‘You a little desperate for me tonight, honey?’ he asked, tone slightly patronising, teasing you.

You nodded, quickly, hair bouncing.

‘Yeah?’ same tone, it shouldn’t work but it was, your hips began grinding down onto his hard card, ‘A little pent up?’

You nodded again, a whine escaping your throat, moving your hips faster. Steved helped you, pushing his thick fingers into the plush of your hips, moving you back and forth, back and forth, again and again and again. Your mouth fell open and your eyes screwed shut, breathing hard and moaning.

‘I think I can help you with that, pretty baby.’

Working you down on this clothed cock even faster now you could feel the precipice of your orgasm, a tightening coil in your tummy, twisting, waiting to snap. You dig your nails into his hard shoulders, as you let yourself be glided over him. The rough denim against your throbbing clit, mixed with the hot and sweaty closeness in the car and Steve’s woody and bergamot, a squeeze of citrus. Everything Steve was clouding your senses and you allowed it, allowed him to take over.

‘Fuck.’ you cried, toes curling in your shoes, ‘I’m close, Steve please, I’m so fuckin’ close.’

‘You can do it, pretty girl, c’mon, cum all over this cock, ‘s yours babe, cum f’me.’

You let out a guttural moan as your orgasm washed over you in powerful waves, Steve continuing to rock your hips on him. You sighed as came down from your high, smiling at him with a glassy stare.

You captured his mouth in a heavy kiss, all teeth and tongue, your fingers buried in the hair at his nape.

‘Want you to fuck me Steve.’ you said with a kiss-bitten mouth.

He groaned, ‘Fuck babe, you don’ understand how sexy you sound saying that after you’ve just came.’

You gave him a soft smile, looking at him through your lashes as you undid his thick, leather belt painfully slowly, as he dragged his blunt nails up and down your bare arms, sending sparks down your spine like you’d been shocked.

You ran one finger along the waistband of his black boxers, feeling the heat of what lay beneath.

‘You’re killin’ me sweetheart.’ he hissed watching your pretty hands, but he didn’t rush you, he let you do exactly what you wanted to do.

You tugged at his waistband, letting his cock spring free, it slapped against his tense stomach. You ran your hand over the head, and you could almost feel it pulse in your hot little palm. Pushing yourself high on your knees, you ran his head through your wet, sticky folds, he hissed deliciously at the sensation, hands flying to your hips once again.

‘Pretty girl gonna take this big cock, yeah? Gonna take it like such a good girl.’

‘Yes.’ you mewled as you sunk down onto him, using his shoulders to steady yourself.

‘I know you will, good girl.’

A sigh left both of you as you got him fully in, hands still on your hips, he began moving you gently, allowing you time to get used to the stretch his thick he gave you.

Once you felt comfortable you began rolling your hips on him as he moved you up and down, gradually speeding up. His teeth caught the top of your tit and you let out a moaning yelp in response.

The curls of his dark pubic hair created a delightful friction on your already sensitive nub. One hand left your hip to curl round and hold the back of your neck bridging you flush to Steve’s chest.

‘Lemme see those pretty eyes, angel.’

You did as you were told, popping your lids, looking at him bleary-eyed. Even through your blurred vision, you could still see how beautiful he looked. Pink-flushed cheeks, eyes blown and bright, hair tousled.

You didn’t think it was possible, but Steve began moving faster, pistoning in and out of you at alarming speed. Your moans and whimpers filled the small space, as did Steve’s.

‘Gonna need you to cum again, pretty baby.’ he groaned.

You lolled your head back as he took the skin of your neck in his scorching mouth, nibbling and sucking on your pulse point.

You cried out as once again the tightness was torn apart in your lower abdomen, thighs shaking as you leaned a perspiring forehead against Steve’s shoulder. He moaned as your tight cunt squeezed around him, muscles spasming and contracting.

He came, hard, you felt the hot liquid fill you. Your forehead’s pressed against one another as you tried to catch your breath.

He kissed you, soft and slow, breathing in your sweet scent.

‘Let’s get you home for a nice bath, pretty girl.’

A/N hope you guys enjoyed. i wrote this at work (steal company time). pls like/reblog if you enjoyed. love u guys!!!<3

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auroradamned · 9 months

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Until he did - Eddie Munson x fem!reader

NSFW 18+ mdni

Summary: you think you might be in love with Eddie Munson, but you are convinced he doesn’t feel the same.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fwb to lovers, oral(f receiving), handjob, vaginal penetration, safe sex, nipple sucking, afab reader, she/her pronouns used, swearing, Robin is a sweetheart, kind of anxious reader, mentions of reader being quite lonely, shy reader, canon divergence(no mentions of monsters or canon typical violence), readers thoughts are extremely lovey-dovey, she is a simp. If I have forgotten anything, please lmk<3.

Word count: 6.8K

You pushed your hands into the dark locks atop Eddie Munson’s head, letting out a heavy exhale as he brought his plump lips to your neck, sucking and licking fervently, fingers leaving a bruising grip on your waist.

‘You wanna take this off f’me sweetheart?’ Eddie asked, a little breathless, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

You nodded quickly, lifting your arms above your head, letting him pull it off you in one swift, skilled motion.

He breathed out through his nose, eyes scouring your nakedness, seemingly memorising every inch of you. It made you nervous.

‘I will never get enough of this,’ he teased, tone husky.

Goosebumps pimpled your body as he looked at you. He always made you feel so beautiful.

‘Eddie,’ you say his name with a whine, desperate for his hands to be on you again.

‘Yes, sweetheart?’ he cooed.

‘Please,’ you breathed. ‘Please…touch me’

He had an undeniable ability to make you beg, if it was anyone else you would get flustered at the thought, but Eddie made you different, more confident, alive.

His pink tongue poked out his pretty mouth ever-so-slightly, eyes on yours as he lay his hands on your bare skin, big palms cupping the expanse of your breast, his ring catching your pebbled nipple, you let out a soft gasp, heat rushing to your centre.

His delicate brown eyes swam with stars as he listened to your nosies, mouth up-turned in delight.

You wished he would look at you like that forever, like you were the only one. You wished he felt the same, you hoped, prayed, dreamed more than anything that you could be his, you wanted to give yourself to him in ways that were more than just sexual.

He didn’t.

You knew that. You had always known that. He had been open and honest from the beginning of your endeavours. You had agreed, because you wanted him, needed him. To feel his skin on yours was a sacred experience for you, and you knew without a shadow of doubt you could devote yourself to him, heart and soul, if he only asked.

He didn’t.

He won’t. You aren’t the only person Eddie Munson was having sex with. Again, you knew that, having known the truth from the start, because he told you, of course he did, first and foremost Eddie was an honest and respectful man who would never do anything to make you uncomfortable.

He made it so easy to fall for him. Too easy.

You told yourself it was fine, and that you were fine, but it had been a month of this, and you were getting weak. You could feel it, cracks appearing in your interior, as you withered away, mind splintering.

Perhaps you're dramatic, but it's difficult not to be around Eddie goddamn Munson. Every time you looked at him was exactly like the first, as if there wasn't enough air left in the world to make your lungs work again. Your eyes burned and your heart ached with the kind of gnawing, stabbing pain that made you want to rip it out. And yet you stayed.

His wet mouth took your hard nipple into its grasp, nibbling gently. Your hands flew to his strong shoulders, taking a shuddering gasp of air.

Eddie moved his head over, continuing his attack of your silky skin, sloppily running his mouth over you. Your insides quivered, as you gasped, rubbing your thighs together to try and create a little friction on your beating clit.

If you were acting like this with any other man, you would feel ridiculous, filthy. However with him, with Eddie, you could never bring yourself to care, he never missed an opportunity to tell you, or show you, how attractive he found you.

He noticed your squirming, and you felt him smirk into your neck, bringing his face up to meet your eyes, his eyes glinting mischievously. You pushed your hands under his faded Judas Priest ‘Defenders of the Faith’ t-shirt, wanting to feel his skin.

You ran your nails over his hips, revelling in the feeling of his cushiony skin. He sighed, closing his eyes, as he let you touch him.

You just stared at his face, tracing the shape of him with your eyes, memorising every tiny detail. The way his eyelashes kissed his flushed cheeks. The shape of his nose, the dusting of freckles across it, summer having brought them out of hibernation. His full lips, with a tiny smile on them, just begging to be kissed.

You restrained yourself, that wasn’t what you guys did, no matter how much your heart screamed for it. Although, in soft moments like this, you didn't think he would stop you if you pressed your mouth to his, and showed him.

Perhaps this would be the only way to tell him. The kiss, a whisper of a thousand feelings that held you hostage every minute of every day. A kiss from him would solve everything.

He ran his rough hands down your sides again, wrapping the string of your cotton shorts around one slender finger.

‘Is this okay?’ he asked, as he always does, pulling the tie undone.

You nod, eager, skin prickling with how hot you felt. Maybe it was the summer heat in the stuffy little trailer, air conditioning having stopped working months ago, Wayne being too busy to fix it, Eddie not knowing how. Maybe it was Eddie, (it was definitely Eddie).

‘Use your words please sweetheart’

‘Yes, s’okay.’ you say, voice thick with desire ‘Do whatever you want.’

‘Dangerous game to play with me, babe.’ he says, voice low.

As if he could ever scare you, those scintillating, doe eyes that wouldn't scare a newborn, and the way he positively dazzled everytime he smiled.

‘If you call anything you do dangerous again, I will laugh in your face.’ you warned, humour lacing your tone.

‘Haven’t you heard m’the freak?’ he asked, placing contusing kisses along your collarbone.

‘I think they call you that for a whole ‘nother reason now’

He laughed heartily at your comment, flashing his pearls, head thrown back. It was thrilling to watch, your tummy coiled as you listened to the sound, your heart bubbling at the fact that you were the one who got him to laugh like this. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked at him.

‘You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?’ he queried, tone light and teasing.

You made a noise of agreement as he sank to his knees, pulling your shorts and underwear with him, painfully slow. You wiggled with impatience. His eyes darkened as you were revealed to him, he licked his lips. Looking back to your face he pressed a gentle kiss just below your navel. Your breath faltered, begging him internally to continue his journey downward.

He continued, licking a stripe up your hip bone. You shivered.

‘Wanna lie down baby?’ he asked, standing up to full height once again.

You complied, hastily, stepping fully out of your shorts, making your way over to his messily made bed. His eyes on you were unnerving, his stare intense and unrelenting, it made you shiver as you sat down. You felt exposed.

‘You’re still dressed.’ you stated, eyes wide and desperate, as dark boots stalked towards you.

He chuckled a little before lifting the shirt over his head, throwing it to some far corner of the room.

You drank in the sight of him, his pale skin, although beautiful, was in serious need of some vitamin D. You ran your eyes along the length of his long arms, from his shoulder to the tips of his ringed fingers, moving to his slim waist, before travelling to the dark hair that trailed down his soft tummy disappearing into his tight jeans.

He clicked his fingers in front of your face, ‘My eyes are up here, sweetheart.’ he said, flippantly, shaking his head in mock disgust.

You rolled your eyes, ‘I’ll remind you of that next time you wanna see my tits.’ you replied jovially, crossing your arms over your naked chest.

He bent at the waist, looking down at your face, hands either side of your bare thighs. He was so close to you.

‘No, no, please don’t take them away.’ he begged, an exaggerated pout on his splendid mouth. ‘You can look all you want, pretty girl.’

Your heart gushed at the nickname like a fizzing candy. Sweet and delicious and sickening. You wished he had some sort of idea.

He didn’t.

You smiled. ‘I should think so.’

He chuckled. ‘Lie down.’

You did as you were told, pushing your hands into the sheets in preparation as he lay flat on his stomach.

Gently pulling your legs apart, he devoured the sight of you, eyes on your cunt, wet and wanting.

‘This all for me?’ he asked, gathering your slick on his thick index finger, pushing it into your hot entrance.

‘All for you.’ you whispered, watching him with greedy determination. You hoped he saw the meaning behind your words.

He didn’t.

Eddie pressed his tongue to your weeping hole, dragging it upward to your needy clit, groaning at the taste of you. You sighed at the vibrations, heels lifting off the bed.

He did it again, drawing the hot muscle along the length of your slit teasingly, watching you. Your pretty face pulled into an expression of elated pleasure, mouth agape in a slight ‘O’.

He took your hot little clit between his lips and sucked, the added pressure making you writhe, your stomach pulsating.

He let go with a soft pop. ‘Feel good, baby?’ he asked, although he already knew the answer.

‘Uh-huh, yes, Eddie,’ you replied, chest heaving. ‘Mmm…so good.’ your voice excitable and whiny

He took your clit back into his mouth, rubbing a delicate circle with two fingers at your twinging hole.

Dipping his two fingers in, running them along the spongy walls, searching for your sweet spot.

Your hips convulsed, letting out a loud whimper as his fingers curled up into you, brushing your g-spot with every movement. With his free arm, he pushed your hips back down to the mattress, keeping you steady.

Your vision was becoming bleary, and you were finding it too difficult to hold your head up, deciding to let it loll back onto his pillows instead, revelling in the build of your orgasm.

He pushed his tongue to make a point, circling your clit with the tip of it, as he continued driving an onslaught of pleasure into your sensitive cunt.

Your orgasm took over hard and fast, not even giving you a chance to warn him as your fingers gripped his hair, perhaps a little too hard, wrapping your thighs around his head so hard you were sure he couldn’t hear a thing. You let out a cry of ecstasy as pleasure washed over you, white hot, and overpowering.

He continued lapping at your sensitive bud until you gently pushed his head away, attempting to gain control of your breathing.

‘That was incredible, handsome,’ you declared, eyes blown, still breathless.

He ran his hands up your thighs, giving soft squeezes, pulling himself above you. ‘What can I say,’ he mused. ‘I’m a talented man.’

‘Right now, I’m not sure how I’d disagree.’

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed the column of his throat, basking in his smell - like oak after rain, and something a little sweet, with an underlying hint of weed. Intricately and perfectly him.

He sat back on his haunches, and you reached over, undoing his belt and jeans. You could feel him, hard, almost throbbing as you pulled out his heavy cock, the weight and size it possessed would never fail to surprise you. A little precum leaked onto your hand, which you brought to your mouth and licked off, watching his expression morph into one of astonishment from lidded eyes.

He let out a groan, emanating deep from within his chest. ‘Whaddya tryna do to me?’ he implored.

‘Seduce you.’

‘Ahh’ he snickered. ‘Seduce.’

‘Is it working?’ you asked, seeking approval.

‘Course it is.’ he uttered, his voice so soft you could cry.

You felt the sudden and hopeless need for his touch again, outstretching your hand toward him. He obliged, linking your fingers together, a smile ghosting his lips, as he glanced at your entwined hands.

You blinked at him, captivated, shuffling ever closer to him. Your knees kissed. Taking your other hand, you wrapped it around the base of his shaft, thick with neat curls of dark hair.

Moving your hand over his length, teasing and slow, licking your lips in anticipation.

Eddie hissed, his head falling backwards, locks of his hair sweeping from his shoulder, behind his head, ‘Not gonna last long if you keep doin’ that, sweetheart.’ he confessed, eyes closed.

You giggled softly, ‘Come do something about it then.’

That snapped him into action, hands grasping the flesh of your waist, lowering you to lie on your back. He sat back again, admiring the sight in front of him, you, aglow with lust, a smile gracing your face.

He stripped the rest of his clothes, all slow and pretty-like, as you watched him, eyes glassy.

He reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a foil-wrapped condom, ripping it open with his teeth, making searing eye contact with you as he slipped in over his beating cock, tip still leaking.

You mewled as he ran his head through the folds of your hot cunt, spreading your release and his saliva.

‘You want this?’ he asked lowly, directly above you, using his free arm to brace himself next to your head.

‘Don’t tease, Eddie.’ you begged, needy to be filled.

‘You make it so easy though.’

You bucked your hips, trying to get anything you could from him.

‘Tell me you want this.’ he spoke again, the same low and sultry tone.

‘Fuck. Yes,’ you whimpered. ‘I want it, I need it.’

‘Good girl.’

He entered you slowly, inch by inch, teasing, splitting your ravenous hole open for him. You choked on a moan, watching him disappear into you, pressing your lips together in a tight line.

‘Lemme hear those pretty sounds babe.’

You opened your mouth as he bottomed out, a squeak escaping your throat. He stilled, letting you get used to the mouth-watering stretch.

‘Please move, Eddie. Please please.’

He pulled out and slammed in again, balls slapping wetly against your ass. As he clutched your hips, leaving a deliciously stinging pain, he did it again, pulling out and in, out and in, an unbelievable force that made your tits bounce and your head reel. A moan ripping from you everytime.

‘Pretty fuckin’ pussy baby,’ he groaned. ‘So fuckin’ needy.’

You clenched down on him at the praise, toes curling.

He began to go faster, keeping one hand on your hip, the other using your bent knee to keep him steady, bumping it to your chest.

‘Fuck, fuck, Eddie, yes!’ you babbled uselessly, as he continued his ceaseless fucking.

He was making almost as much noise as you now, strokes becoming sloppy as he began to reach his peak. Eddie forced his hand between your sweaty bodies, rubbing your messy clit.

‘Need ya to cum again, can you do that? Cum f’me again, baby?’ he asked, quick and breathless.

You nodded just as fast, wrapping your hand around his tensed bicep. He rubbed quicker, as the heat in your tummy built again.

Your moans were lewd, nearly pornographic, a string of curses leaving your lips in a whisper.

‘You’re so good, such a good girl, so pretty.’ Eddie praised. ‘You can do it.’

You clenched again letting out a sob. Your eyes filled with tears, your back arching as you came, Eddie thrusting into you one last time, moaning at his own release.

Collapsing his head into your shoulder, both of you trying to catch your breath, you lazily ran your nails up his back.

You sighed at the intimacy of it all, the sex, the two of you lying together after it all, naked and glowing, words not needing to be spoken just yet. You willed him to tell you how he felt the same.

He didn’t.

He shifted from your neck, sitting back and kneading the softness of your tummy, pulling out gently, both of you hissing at the sensation, too sensitive for any movement.

Tying off the condom, and throwing it into the bin next to his bed, flopping down beside you. ‘Woah,’ he breathed. ‘That was goddamn mind-blowing.’

You laughed, nodding in agreement. ‘You sound surprised. We’re always good.’

‘Mhm, I know, but, I mean that was next level.’ He was wide eyed and flushed, so fucking pretty.

You understood what he meant, while the sex was always great, always passionate, tonight, it was different, more powerful. It was dizzying.

Suddenly, he turned, sat up on his elbow and put his palm out flat in front of you, close to your face.

You looked cross eyed at it, and then at his face. ‘What?’

‘High five.’ he demanded, deadly serious.

You snorted, gawping at him. ‘I’m not gonna high five you after we’ve had sex.’ you told him, still laughing.

‘High five me, woman. The way we just fucked deserves something.’ he smiled.

Rolling your eyes, you gave him a high five, grinning as you did so.

‘That was pathetic.’

‘You’re ridiculous, Munson.’

He cackled. ‘Perhaps.’

You groaned, popping your neck before continuing pushing the squeaky cart through the cool grocery store. Relishing the feeling of the air conditioning being pumped through the aisle, a serene relief from the blistering heat outside.

List crinkling in your palm as you tried to find the best net of tangerines, summertime drawing out a craving for them.

The sound of ‘Crimson & Clover’ by Tommy James and the Shondells played through the foam orange of your headphones, shutting out the buzz of the store, allowing you freedom to ponder.

A hand waved in front of your face, interrupting your mulling. ‘Hey.’

You stepped back a little in shock, looking at the offender.

Eddie.

‘Eddie.’ you breathed, taking off your headphones. ‘Hi!’

‘Hey.’ he grinned. ‘Didn’t mean to scare ya, but I said your name like three times.’

‘Sorry,’ you said sheepishly, gesturing to your headphones. ‘Music.’

‘No worries,’ he shrugged. ‘What’re you listening to?.’

You swallowed, feeling put on the spot, wishing your Walkman was playing something that was more him.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you pushed the headphones over his ears, gently moving his hair away from his face.

He listened for a few seconds, looking serious.

‘What’s this called?’ he asked, almost yelling.

You smiled, gesturing for him to remove the headphones.

‘Was I loud?’

‘A little.’ you said, still smiling at him.

‘My bad.’ he shrugged, not looking guilty at all. ‘But what was the song?’

You told him.

‘Hmmm.’ he mused. ‘Interesting, very interesting indeed.’

‘I thought you didn’t like those kinds of songs.’ you remarked.

‘I’m willing to keep an open mind for people I like.’

His words roared in your ears. He was so lovely. So lovely in the most horrid way, the worst way, because it wasn’t even on purpose, he was just like that. Your face was buzzing, so hot you might just combust here and now.

‘You can totally borrow this one.’ you began amicably. ‘If you wanna listen to the whole thing. There’s a whole lot more of ‘em on that too, if ya end up liking the first one.’

‘You sure?’ he questioned. ‘Wouldn’t wanna ruin your groove.’

You gave an exaggerated nod. ‘Totally.’

‘Sick, thanks Y/N.’

Removing the tape from the Walkman with shaking fingers, and holding it out to him. He took it carefully, thumb brushing against yours, placing it in the breast pocket of his denim vest, patting it twice.

‘You know, my friend is having a party tomorrow.’ Eddie began, handing your headphones back. ‘I’d love it if you came.’

You were floored. You were elated. You were nervous.

‘A party?’ you asked, pensively.

You hadn’t been particularly popular in high school, not to say you were bullied, more like people seemed to forget your existence, too quiet to be notable. So parties weren't an area you had a lot of experience in, unless your cousin's sweet sixteenth counted, where you’d spent the evening in a too tight turquoise dress, sporting a big bow on the back of it, a matching one in your hair. You had nursed a lukewarm glass of too sweet a punch the entire time, listening to your uncle tell you exactly how he believed ‘girls your age’ should behave. Safe to say your views didn’t align.

You decided it didn't count.

‘Nothing crazy, scouts honour.’ he assured you, hand placed to the right of his chest.

‘Your heart is more to the other side.’ you informed him.

‘Nerd.’ he jested, gazing at you through dark lashes.

‘You come up with that by yourself?’ you asked, sardonically.

‘As a matter of fact, I did.’ He laughed at his own joke, his laugh was thick, sweet. It was serene. He was alive and beautiful. It made you feel exhilarated.

He became nervous suddenly, quieter, making his fingers walk along a crate of crisp looking apples. ‘So, will you come?’ he swallowed, hard.

You don't think you could ever deny him.

‘Sounds fun, I’ll be there.’

He grinned, suddenly, as if he couldn’t stop himself. A beaming smile that pierced your heart gold, and set it alight. He was insatiable.

‘Awesome, great, I'll pick you up at two.’

You set your spine straight.

‘Oh-I, Eddie you don’t have to do that, I can find my own way there.’ you breathed, desperate to sound casual.

You yearned for him to take you, but you refused to be a burden.

‘Nonsense, we’re goin’ together.’

Together. How long you had longed to hear those words from him. You wanted him to tell you that he wanted to use that word from this day forward, because he wanted to be yours.

He didn’t

‘I don’t wanna put you out.’ you grumbled.

‘I invited you, didn’t I?’ he asked, not waiting for a response. ‘So we go together, I swear I’m fun.’

You stayed silent, deliberating. He had invited you. He must be okay with it.

‘I’ll even let you choose the music.’ he bargained in a sing-songy voice, as if that was what was stopping you.

‘If you’re sure.’

He nodded, earnestly, wide set eyes gleaming.

You conceded, ‘Okay, thank you Eddie.’

‘Two pm sharp, Y/N. I do not tolerate lateness.’ he cautioned, mouth set stern.

‘I won’t be late. Scouts honour.’ you repeated, hand at the left of your chest.

‘Nerd.’ he said, turning and heading towards the exits.

He hadn’t even bought anything.

‘By the way,’ he called over his shoulder, ‘my friend has a pool.’ shooting you a mischievous wink.

Your mouth fell open, you felt your neck heat up, skin prickling.

You left the store in a rush. You forgot your tangerines.

You pulled at a loose thread on your dress. It was a sweet summer yellow, like honey, with a flowing skirt that grazed your knees, chinching a little at the waist, before puffing out at the short sleeves, allowing the sun to kiss your skin. You had paired it with your favourite white Mary Janes, and frilly socks of the same colour, your bathing suit hidden underneath.

You glared at the astray thread before glancing at the clock in your hall. 2.07pm.

So much for not wanting to be late you thought, huffily.

Your face was pulled into a harsh scowl, possibilities swirling in your head on why he wasn’t here.

Perhaps he was lying about inviting you, him and all his friends now sitting at the pool, laughing at how gullible you are, and how excited you looked.

Or perhaps he’s completely forgotten you, and now he’s splashing away without a care in the world while you sit there and wallow.

But neither of those sounded like Eddie, he had never once made you feel like he was using you, or that he thought you were some joke. You don't think he's capable.

As the clock hit 2.09pm you heard his rickety van roar up the street, before coming to a harsh, screeching stop outside your door.

You shot up, gave yourself a once over in the mirror, and grabbed your bag. You weren’t sure what kind of party this was going to be, so you packed a variety of snacks, as well as a large glass bottle of homemade cloudy peach lemonade, a recipe you were extremely proud of. You were unsure if it was weird to bring lemonade to a party, but if it didn’t fit the vibe you would just keep it hidden.

You yanked open the door, and came face to face with a worried looking Eddie.

‘Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry I’m late.’ he practically panted apologetically, eyebrows upturned, eyes pleading.

You shook your head with a smile, ‘No worries, Eddie.’ you lied. ‘You don’t have to apologise’

‘No, I do, I’m sorry Y/N, truly.’ he spoke solemnly, ‘It’s my friend, he’s got no common decency whatsoever, kinda wish I’d left him to walk.’

You giggled, ‘Eddie, seriously, it’s fine.’

‘Stop being so forgiving.’ he scolded, ‘Now chop, chop, I got some party games to lose.’ clapping his hands.

He pushed his fingers under the strap of your bag you had slung over one shoulder, dragging it down your bare arm, knuckle brushing naked skin. You held your breath as this finger trailed over the pulse point on your wrist. It felt like he was moving in slow motion, drawing a line of heat on your skin. You barely contained a shiver as his trail ended and he threw the bag over his own shoulder.

‘I know, I know, you’re thinking “Wow, Eddie Munson is such a gentleman” right?’ he asked, twirling his hair round one figure in what you believed was meant to be an impression of you.

‘You’d be correct, you know.’ he continued, voice dropping lower, bending to get closer to your ear, ‘I am a gentleman, sweetheart.’ his minty breath crowded your senses, always with a hint of cigarettes. You used to detest it, now you couldn’t get enough.

You swallowed, and turned to him, faces much closer together than normal, due to his bent stature. ‘We both know that isn’t true.’ you said, hushed, a surge of confidence igniting in you. You smirked, looking at him through your lashes.

You were mere inches apart, staring at each other. You wet your dry lips. His eyes flitted to them, before he was back making eye contact with you.

You opened your mouth to speak when -

Bang!

You separated from Eddie in shock, and turned to whatever creature was making the noise.

A young, curly-haired boy stood, with fury on his face and one of his socks falling down. He had whacked the side of the beaten up van with his fist.

‘Eddie, let’s go.’ he bellowed with a lisp.

‘Can it Henderson.’ Eddie replied, not as loud, ‘You can walk if you’re in such a hurry.’

‘You guys can be gross at Steve’s, but please move your asses.’ gesturing for us to come hither.

‘Your odd little friend is right, we are late.’ you said, turning back to Eddie, who was now at a friendly distance, standing full height.

‘I know, but if I go now, it’ll look like I’m doing it ‘cos he told me to.’ he complained, ‘Can’t be fueling his ego anymore, his hat won’t fit.’ he said it scornfully, but he was smiling.

‘Eddie.’ the boy hissed.

‘Alright, alright man, we’re coming, jeez.’

‘Thank you.’ he sighed, throwing his arms up in exasperation.

You laughed at his actions, as he placed himself directly in front of you.

‘Dustin Henderson, at your service.’ he introduced, giving your hand a firm shake.

Eddie had mentioned him before, once or twice, a key member to his Hellfire Club, and ‘a little piece of shit’ as he had so kindly put it, although he had followed it up with ‘and one of my favourite people’.

‘Hi Dustin,’ you grinned, ‘I’m-’

‘I know exactly who you are.’ his smile was sly, and his eyes twinkled, he looked between you and Eddie, who was leaning casually against the side of the van, you weren’t quite sure what he meant.

‘Stop making her feel weird man, let’s go.’

‘I call shotgun!’ Dustin yelled, breaking out in a run towards the passengers side.

Eddie moved quickly, stepping in front of an excitable Dustin, staring him down, not unkindly.

‘This is not how we treat guests, Henderson.’ he reprimanded, smirking.

Dustin groaned in response, loudly, and dramatically, curls bouncing as his head fell back.

‘I don’t mind sitting in the ba-’

Eddie put his index finger on your lips. ‘Silence Y/N, you are getting in the front.’

You felt compelled to bite his finger. You controlled yourself.

‘Fine, you and your girlfriend can sit in the front. I’ll cover my ears if you start to make out.’ he snorted, stomping away.

Your face tingled, you glanced at Eddie in your peripheral and took note of his slightly tinted pink cheeks.

You wanted to laugh at the comment, or give some witty remark, but you were stuck, stuck without words, stuck with this boy who you couldn’t help but love. At that moment the world felt cruel, and you were stuck.

Everything moved again as Eddie spoke.

‘You’re lucky I don’t lock you in the back, Henderson.’ he said, although his voice shook a little, a strange kind of nervousness.

‘Oh yeah? Real nice, Eddie.’ Dustin shouted, swinging the doors of the van open.

The drive to the party was tenser than you expected, partly your fault, as you could barely glance at Eddie without internally begging the ground to swallow you whole.

The First Cut is the Deepest by Cat Stevens played gently through the crackling stereo, because Eddie Munson, true to his word, had let you choose the music, even though you were sure he couldn’t stand this song.

You hummed to yourself softly, watching as the trees whooshed past in a lush, green blur. You had rolled the window down halfway, letting the breeze surround your senses in a mind-reeling array of summer scents - fresh-cut grass, asters and suntan lotion paired perfectly with the smell of the boy next to you.

‘I really like your dress.’ Eddie breathed from next to you.

You felt giddy, and your face showed it, smiling animatedly, suppressing a squeal. ‘Yeah? I didn’t know what to wear.’

He glanced at you, before turning his eyes back to the road. ‘You chose well. You look beautiful Y/N.’

Beautiful.

Your body was on fire, bursting, blooming, beaming with the light of a million stars.

Beautiful.

How lovely he was.

‘Thank you Eddie.’ you said quietly, with full sincerity.

‘I just tell it how it is.’

The term ‘party’, was a loose description of the situation. It felt more like a family gathering, and you were the out-of-state cousin that no one knew.

Steve, who found out was none other than Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington (when you called him that to Eddie, he had thrown his head back like it was the funniest thing you ever said) had a massive back yard. Neatly cut grass covered the lawn, where pretty beds of flowers sat all in bloom, buzzing with life. Right in the centre was the pool, surrounded by white tiles that you couldn’t step on without shoes due to the sun burning so bright. The pool was a clear blue, and smelled like chlorine. Deck chairs sat either side of the pool, and a boy you knew to be Jonathan Byers stood off to the left, grilling some mouth-watering looking burgers.

There were more children than you were expecting, yelling, splashing and running excitedly, their faces shiny from sweat and sunscreen. You recognised a few of them; a tall, spindly, dark-haired boy you realised was Mike Wheeler, the younger brother of Nancy, who had been a year below at school, he stood next to Will Byers, smaller, paler, sporting an unfortunate bowl cut. With his feet dipped in the pool was Lucas Sinclair, bright-eyed, dark skin glowing, smiling at a freckled, ginger-haired girl who was listening intently to whatever he was saying.

In the pool with Nancy was another young girl you didn’t know, slightly frizzy, dark hair with a home-cut fringe across her forehead. It looked like Nancy was teaching her to swim.

You took a heavy breath, feeling nervous, looking for Eddie. You saw him, talking to Steve and a tall, short-haired girl. He caught your eye and beckoned you over, you went, anxiety bubbling in your chest, you really wanted these people to like you, they meant a lot to Eddie, and he meant a lot to you.

‘Y/N, this is Steve and Robin, dear, dear friends of mine.’ Eddie introduced sarcastically, placing his hand over his heart (in the correct place this time).

‘Guys, this is the girl I was telling you about.’ he continued, less sarcastic now, smiling down at you.

Your heart stopped as you focus your gaze on him. He had told people about you?

He continued smiling down at you. You could feel it, the difference in the way he was looking at you. You knew it was different. It was the way you looked at him, like there was no one else in the world. Your eyes got hot.

It felt like you stood like that for hours, in reality it was mere seconds before you got the overwhelming feeling that someone was watching you, and you felt as if they were talking about you, some private joke, a way to laugh at you.

You glanced at Robin and Steve, preparing yourself for scornful or disgusted looks, however they were just staring, slight smiles.

‘Welcome to the land of outcasts.’ began Robin, a delightful rasp to her voice. ‘Glad you could join us.’

‘We are not outcasts.’ reproached Steve, scowling. ‘I’m here, that makes us cool.’

‘Steve you stopped being cool a solid 5 years ago.’ Robin told him, rolling her eyes at you.

You laughed quietly, trying to gauge Steve’s reaction to the insult. He smiled good-naturedly.

‘Harsh. And lying. Lying is sinful, shame on you Buckley.’

This isn’t how you remembered Steve Harrington, King Steve. The Steve you remembered was arrogant, selfish, crass and all round not a great person, but the years away from school seemed to have changed him for the better, and you could understand why Eddie hung out with him.

They all began chattering about school days, laughing at how long it took Eddie to graduate, how Robin was in band, how Steve truly believed he was God’s gift, and how glad they were to be friends now. The love was radiating in waves, almost scorching you.

You felt a sudden longing feeling, it caught in your throat as you smiled and watched them. You felt lonely. Why didn’t you have this? Could you have this? Would they want you here? Would Eddie?

Lost in your ever-moving thoughts, you didn’t notice a certain tall almost 19 year old sidle up to you with a curious smile lightning up soft, freckled face.

‘You know, you’re staring.’ she teased, nose wrinkling at your aghast expression.

‘I-I’m not staring,’ you scoffed. ‘Simply gawking…subtly.’

‘Those are synonyms, meaning you admit you are staring.’

You narrowed your eyes at her. ‘Are you making fun of me?’

‘Oh definitely.’ she confirmed. ‘Only ‘cos I desperately want us to be friends.’

You gawped at her, visibly taken aback by her outright statement. You couldn’t remember the last time someone was so downright, openly, demandingly honest with you, specifically about wanting to be your friend.

‘I want to be friends with you.’ you told her, less confident, more wobbly sounding, but it seemed to please her immensely.

She beamed, the apples of her pretty cheeks nearly bursting from her wide smile, you copied her, feeling eyes burning into the back of your skull. ‘Okay then, we’re officially friends.’

You felt a sort of giddiness you hadn’t felt in a while. The kind you only get from girl friendships, where your chest is warm, your soul is full and you want to tell her all your secrets. You were almost star-struck, the beautiful, life-filled girl wants to be your friend.

The two of you sat on the deckchairs, admiring your surroundings, chatted, well, more like Robin chatted, and you listened in wonder at the mirage of thoughts that seemed in a constant stream in her head. She was funny, and endearing, and nerdy in the best way.

It wasn’t long before Jonathon was calling for everyone to come eat. You wandered to the grill shyly, behind everyone else, not wanting to seem pushy, although the burgers looked mouth-watering, placed between doughy buns, with fresh lettuce, melty cheese, and enough fried onions to feed fifty.

Eddie slinked over to you, grinning from ear to ear.

‘I see you’ve made a friend.’ he stated, eyes on you.

‘I don’t remember the last time I made a girlfriend,’ you admitted softly, ‘Or any friend for that matter.’

‘You know, I don’t get that, you’re like my favourite person to be around.’

‘I am?’ you asked, the disbelief obvious on your face.

He nodded. ‘You kidding? How could you not be?’ he wasn’t looking at you now, instead at the rest of the party, his face looking incredibly pretty and kissable.

You looked away from him, you couldn't cope with the emotions swirling in you. Frozen in place, with the boy you wanted to be with, warmth from the evening sun giving you a gentle hug as laughter surrounded your senses.

You sucked in a breath as Eddie’s eyes fell on you once again.

‘Eddie,’ you began, in barely a whisper.

‘You wanna go for a walk with me, Y/N?’ he interrupted, eyes bright and hopeful.

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

His big hand reached for yours, wrapping round your fingers perfectly, moulding as one.

Steve Harrington’s street was quiet, the wind brushed the bushes and trees, but not a person was in sight, it was sort of perfect.

Looking at Eddie under the streetlights made your body numb with excitement as the two of you walked hand in hand in harmonious silence, it felt right, comfortable.

‘I have a confession.’ Eddie mumbled, so softly, that if you weren’t standing right next to him you might not have caught it.

He stopped walking, taking hold of your other hand. He looked like he was about to ask you to dance.

He didn’t. Of course.

‘I have a…confession,’ he repeated, louder this time.

You giggled, erratically, a little unnerved by his intense stare, ‘I’m listening.’

He huffed a breath of air, his small smile seeming nervous.

‘I have been the most ridiculous man.’

‘Well, I could’ve told you that, no need to walk me to the street for that.’ you joked.

He laughed, not big, the way he normally did, but a softer kind that made your thighs clench a little. His eyes shining, pupils so large you could barely see his irises.

‘What made you come to this conclusion then?’ you asked.

‘I am the most ridiculous man on planet earth, because,’ he paused, taking in a lungful of air. ‘Because I haven’t been honest with you, Y/N.’

‘Oh.’

You thought it might be quiet enough for him to hear your crazed heartbeat. You certainly could, the rush of blood in your ears.

‘I want to kiss you.’ he whispered, squeezing your fingers, as if he was trying to learn their shape.

‘You do?’ you asked, your voice equally as soft.

He nodded aggressively, his curls bouncing. ‘Desperately. Like, it’s all I can think about. You’re all I can think about, day and night, I think of you, of how beautiful you are, abo-about how much I want to be with you. You have completely consumed my mind, Y/N, without even meaning to.’

His shoulders sunk, like he felt all the tension in his back leave.

You were stunned, unable to move, unable to speak. Tears welled up in your eyes and you willed them not to fall.

‘Y/N?’ he wiggled your hands, ‘It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I just couldn’t stand another minute without you knowing how I feel.’

‘I-I-Eddie,’ you croaked, ‘You have no idea how long I have been begging for you to feel the way I do.’

‘You mean it?’

‘Kiss me, Eddie, please.’

He did.

A/N: halllloo, so this took me a annoyingly long time to write, I kept forgetting, also work is incredibly busy. pls like/reblog if you enjoyed. thank you for reading, ilyyy:3

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