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𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐲 part ii ➶ 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: it’s only been a few months, but life’s a whirlwind. a mix of your own career taking off and eddie’s going haywire, it’s only a matter of time before you two end up at odds.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), camgirl!reader, more background steddie mentions, eddie is a workaholic (to a ridiculous degree), mention of dead parent/broken home life, lots of self-loathing from eddie (in his personal, work, and sex life), soft & sensual smut, and so much eye contact, mentions of drinking/reader taking care of drunk eddie, eddie’s bad at relationships

word count: 6k — part one

You couldn’t stand the smug expression on Steve’s face as he wandered around the bed, camera held tightly in his right hand. The past few months had been a plethora of crazy and even Steve couldn’t handle it, especially not in situations like these.

“Remind me again why Eddie couldn’t help you with this?” Steve asked begrudgingly. He was going to help you regardless, but he had the right to be curious given his current position.

You sat with your knees spread on the bed, legs stretched behind you and your hands pressed firmly into a sheet that was bunched slightly between your thighs. You sigh, shoulders falling slack as you relaxed the pose to look over at Steve.

“He had prior arrangements,” You say mockingly, “look—I can do this on my own if it really bothers you.”

“No, no,” Steve quickly interrupts, “it just seems like Eddie’s always working. I don’t even work that much.”

Steve pauses for a moment, taking a brief look through the lens of the camera to check the positioning before pulling away with a pondering look, “Uh, can you like—push your ass out a little?” He seems mortified to even ask.

You snicker softly, listening to his instructions and widening your hips slightly, resuming your earlier pose. Steve offers a thumbs up of approval and snaps a few pictures.

“Steve, I thought we were past this?” You tease, watching Steve wag his finger to signal you to move into the next pose.

“Doesn’t change the fact that I still look at you like my sister,” He explains, waiting until you’re laying on your stomach to brush your hair out of the way, letting you find the most comfortable position that still accentuates your body, “how is he, anyways?”

“Eddie?” It was obvious, but you asked anyway. Steve nods, still fiddling away with a few odds and ends of your hair and outfit, making sure it was as pristine as possible for the shot.

You shrug slightly, “He’s bad at saying no to people and companies, but it’s good money, I guess. It feels like he’s overworking himself, though—and I know he’s not going to listen to me.”

“Has he not talked to you about before?” Steve asks with a puzzled expression, eyebrow lifted slightly, “He’s never mentioned anything like that?”

You shake your head carefully, wondering where Steve was taking the conversation. You’d been friends with Steve for years, but he also had quite a bit of time on you when it came to Eddie—and Eddie, despite his warmness toward you, still had his reservations for things, most of it being kept secret out of embarrassment or judgment.

“I guess I shouldn’t say much,” Steve starts, pulling back momentarily to snap a picture, faking a sultry expression for a brief moment before falling back into the conversation, “he grew up with his uncle, didn’t have much. I think he’s afraid of losing it.”

“He’s set for life.” You respond easily—it was the truth. “I don’t think he has anything to worry about.”

“Yeah, but—it was tough for him, from what he’s told me. He’s only ever brought it up a few times and it makes him sad—I’m assuming you’ve never seen him cry,” Steve pauses for a moment, setting the camera down on the mattress, “it’s—it’s tough. Eddie’s been through a lot.”

You make a grabby hand toward your shirt, covering up the thin lingerie clinging to your body, Steve shoves it into your hand and takes a seat on the bed beside you. You roll to your side, head propped up in your hand. Steve smiles fondly, remembering a faint, distant memory to glaze over the sadness.

“What?” You ask with a quiet laugh.

Steve shakes his head dismissively, “Did he ever tell you how he got into all of this?”

“You never even told me how you ended up in it, not that I was that surprised but—“

“Hey,” Steve says defensively, aiming to call you out with his next words, “I called this shit out weeks ago and I haven’t even tried to rub it in your face how right I was.”

It started out with Eddie, but then the demand was higher. More appearances, more acting, more and more and more of everything—eventually you decided that it would be easier to start doing your own thing. Solo videos, pictures, private sessions when you were really feeling up to it, but never anything with a partner, not even Eddie.

It was a sense of exploration for yourself—within your body and your blossoming career. The crowd you gathered was still relatively small, but it gave you insight to the kind of stuff that both Steve and Eddie dealt with on a daily basis, only on a much more massive scale.

“Anyways, Eddie and I got really drunk one night and came up with the idea.” Steve begins, fingers rubbing over the rough denim of his jeans, “It was just pictures and shit at first, but then we saw how much the videos were blowing up and we set some ground rules—and well, the rest is history.”

In short, the video blew up. Tremendously. You still hadn’t seen it, as curious as you were.

“And you never—not even once, had a crush on Eddie?” You ask openly, knowing Steve would answer honestly. “Is that even possible?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Steve laughs, “Eddie is attractive, but he’s never been my type. He’s never really dated either—not until well...you, at least.”

You give him an uneasy look, not sure how to explain the odd situation you were in.

“We’re not really—“

“I thought you two were together—like, together.”

“We are,” You answer quickly, repeating yourself, “we are, but he never explicitly asked, you know?”

Steve can tell you’re holding back, eyes narrowing as he stares you down.

You sigh deeply, “We haven’t had sex outside of work, either.”

“You’re fucking kidding?” Steve asks, eyes widening.

“He’s usually tired, which I get—and given the reason for his exhaustion, it makes sense.” You try to defend him, making excuse after excuse. “And he does other stuff, but he almost seems disinterested if it’s not being done for profit—sex, at least.”

Steve stays silent for a moment, letting the information sink in. He tilts his head curiously, mouth opening a few times before he finally speaks.

“Well, that’s like I said—he’s never dated. I’ve known him for almost four years and not once has he ever mentioned anyone.” Steve hesitates, glancing up at you briefly, “Maybe he just doesn’t know how to initiate it?”

You give Steve a look of disbelief, knowing you both have had some of the most mind-blowing sex from the same person—who happened to be the person in question.

“You know what I mean,” Steve corrects himself with a tone of snark, throwing his hands up weakly, “most sex workers aren’t nearly as intense outside of work—but maybe Eddie has trouble separating it.”

You weren’t sure what to make of it, feeling shameful for even telling Steve any of it—but it’s been on your mind for a while and it has to come out at some point.

“God, he’s gonna hate me,” You frown, tucking your knees up under your chin, “how do I ask him that without sounding like a total asshole?”

“It’s Eddie,” Steve reassures you with a subtle smirk, “he’ll understand.”

And while you weren’t entirely sure of the idea, Steve was enough reassurances to ease your worries for the moment, letting him lean forward to wrap his arms around you in a tight hug, face falling to his chest.

“Can I say it now?” Steve asks, voice muffled from where your ear was shoved up against him.

“One time,” You respond, rolling your eyes lightheartedly, “that’s it.”

“I told you so.” Steve responds, “I swear to god I’m psychic.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” You retort, pulling away from him gently.

“I mean, if you think about—this is all because of me,” Steve gloats jokingly, letting you push him up from the bed and toward the door, his words like air as they drift through one ear and right out the other, “—is this what god feels like?”

“Out,” You urge, shoving him just past the threshold, “Out, out.”

“Talk to him,” He calls over his shoulder, voice muffled through the door as you close it behind him, “that’s the only way!”

To be fair, the last few months of the year are some of the busiest for Eddie—which Steve can attest to. He’s booked up most of the week, meeting up for collaborations or taking care of day long livestreams for the holidays. It has to be exhausting and you can see it on Eddie’s face, despite how hard he tried to hide it.

He’d been reminding you about the scene he had planned for a couple weeks, a lot of sensory play and nothing you’ve ever done before, diving in head first. Eddie’s as attentive as ever, snapping into that persona with ease. It was easy to differentiate the two, but the seamless flow was daunting sometimes.

Eddie had you tied up, bound to the headboard with a silk rope and blindfolded for good measure—the scene was all about you, he’d made that very clear. But, as much as you tried to immerse yourself in it, you couldn’t. You were able to play it up enough that it seemed believable and it wasn’t like you couldn’t enjoy yourself—but it was mostly for show.

And if you fake your orgasm, Eddie pretends not to notice, though, you’re pretty believable.

When everything is finally wrapped up, cameras off and no need for acting things up, Eddie finally caves and asks.

“Was it not good?” He asks hesitantly, shoving the items away in his closet, back turned to you. It felt dismissive, as if he was obligated to ask.

“It was,” You nod reassuringly, hands tucked up under your legs, feet planted flat on the bed, “I’m just—I feel fuzzy, confused, you know?”

“You might need some rest,” Eddie suggests, turning and closing the door behind him, “scenes like that can be exhausting.”

You try not to judge him by preaching to you the same things he should be doing, but the look on your face is obvious, eyes narrowed in annoyance.

“What?” Eddie asks, throwing his shirt over his head.

“Are we ignoring how you’ve been working non-stop?” You ask crudely, forgoing the idea of easing into it. “How do you even have the energy to do all this shit?”

Eddie sighs, “Come here,” He urges, walking toward you and waiting until your arms outstretched so he can shift into your space, meeting you halfway in a lazy heap on the bed, “—I’m fine, okay?”

There’s reason to ignore the obvious elephant in the room, not wanting to bring up sex after what just took place, letting Eddie wrap his arms around you tightly, burying his face into your neck.

“Is something bothering you?” Eddie asks softly, pulling back to look at you.

Everything—is what you want to say. But you offer a small head shake, “I’m just worried about you. Steve, too. You hardly hang out with us anymore—I never get time with you unless we’re working.”

Eddie’s frown is subtle, but noticeable. “I’m sorry.” It’s genuine, but you’re not sure if it’s for the right reasons—not sorry for keeping busy, but sorry that he can’t give it up.

“It’s okay,” You reassured him, leaning up to press a quick kiss against his lips, “but you might have to make it up to me.”

Eddie chuckles lowly, reciprocating the same motion, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips, your thighs widening to make room for his legs, his hand sliding up to your knee, squeezing tenderly.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says regretfully, “rain check?”

And you really should’ve expected it. You nod anyway, pushing him away gently.

“Tired?” You ask curiously, already knowing the answer.

Eddie nods slightly, landing back on his ass against the mattress, arms stretched out by his side.

“We could go bother Steve?” You suggest, “He keeps complaining about how much he misses you—“

“We hung out last week.” Eddie defends feebly.

“You two had sex last week, there was no hanging—at least, not in the casual sense.”

It was another obvious sign of how bad Eddie was at managing his regular and professional life, putting the latter before the other.

“Same thing,” Eddie waves it off with a laugh, leaning forward suddenly to lift you over his shoulder, a squeal leaving your mouth at the action, “oh well—let’s go surprise him.”

It wasn’t the best way to rectify the situation—and it wasn’t like you could show up unannounced at your own place, but the last person Steve was expecting you to bring back that night was Eddie. His eyes are stuck, piercing into your very soul after the conversation you’d had a few days prior.

Eddie’s phone rings halfway through the movie Steve put on, leaving you both alone on the couch, silences stretching in waves.

“You haven’t talked to him have you?” Steve asks, already expecting your answer.

“No.” You frown, both of you glancing up to the closed door, Eddie’s voice muffled on the other side. “What do you think it’s gonna be this time?”

“A party, maybe? Those aren’t that unlikely around the end of the year—they usually just turn into giant orgies though. But, that’s not my thing.” Steve explains, “They’re not his either, but a lot of his friends are in the business. I don’t know—he’s hard to figure out sometimes.”

“You think he’d leave us for that?” You ask curiously, turning slightly to face Steve, feet bumping his own.

Steve shrugs with indifference, “It could just be his management or—“

Eddie emerges from the room, Steve’s words falling on deaf ears. He shoves his phone in his pocket, an uneasy look on his face.

“Gareth‘s having a party—“ Eddie starts, but you can’t be bothered to listen, “I was gonna stop by for a bit.”

“Okay,” You answer nonchalantly. You didn’t have any reason to be upset, not really, but it still sucked. Steve felt it too, his hand rubbing against your back soothingly, “—I’m pretty exhausted anyways.”

Eddie’s eyebrow furrows, “O-oh. Well, I was going to ask if you guys wanted to come with me.”

“You know I hate those things,” Steve complains behind you and as much as you wanted to tag along and be interested, you wanted the exact opposite, “they’re pointless.”

Eddie’s eye flick to you, hopefulness glinting in them briefly.

“Steve and I really wanted to finish the movie.” You offer a weak smile, “Are you sure you have to go?”

“I won’t be long,” Eddie promises, “—an hour, tops.”

You nod in response, letting Eddie step forward to gently kiss your forehead, looking up at Steve briefly to tease, “You want one too, big boy?”

Steve scoffs dramatically, shoving Eddie’s face away.

Eddie leaves not long after and Steve welcomes you immediately, tucking your body against his side and letting him wrap his arm around you comfortingly.

“He’s not gonna be back in an hour,” You remark, turning your attention back toward the movie.

“Yep.” Steve replies, running his fingers through the hair at the top of your head, “He’s gonna run out of energy at some point.”

You turn to him, face upturned in question.

“If he doesn’t take a break soon, he’s gonna crash and burn.” Steve explains, “I’ve seen it. It can get nasty.”

You sigh heavily, resting your weight against him. The concerns running through your mind. “I know I don’t say it enough—but I love you.”

Steve grins widely, squeezing you unnecessarily tight, muffling your protests. “I love you too.”

And with both of your expectations low, Eddie doesn’t return until a few hours later—a lot less coherent and a lot more drunk and neither of you had bothered to lock the door, so when Eddie pummels inside and lays over you two on the heap you were already in, it’s more annoying than anything.

“Dude, you smell horrible.” Steve complains, the smell of alcohol on Eddie’s breath.

Eddie ignores Steve’s complaints, pressing sloppy kisses against your collarbone. You stare up at Steve awkwardly, “I don’t even think he realizes you’re here,” You say quietly, Eddie’s eye closed in concentration and exhaustion, his hands lifting up under your back.

“Oh woah, hey there—“ You chide, pushing away from Steve carefully and helping Eddie into an upright position, most of his weight leaned against as his mouth continues to press wet, open mouthed kisses over your skin, “—I’ll talk to you in the morning.” You tell Steve, dragging Eddie toward your room.

“Where are you taking me?” Eddie asks softly, his hands slipping underneath the cotton of your shirt, breathing in the faint smell of your body wash, “God, you smell good, baby.”

“To bed,” You deadpan, tugging his hand along as you pulled away from him, slipping past the threshold of your room and closing the door behind you, “get undressed.”

“Oh,” Eddie chuckles salaciously, “I usually charge for strip shows, you know?”

“I’ll pay you back later,” You joke with full annoyance, shifting his jacket off his shoulders, “just get naked.”

Eddie shakes his head with a pout, “As your boyfriend, consider this one me—“

You still at the inclination, Eddie’s eye downturned as he tried to fumble with his shirt, the words falling from his lips easily. He’s never said it before, not until now—it tugs at the soft parts of your heart that really care about him.

“I’m trying to get you in the shower, Eddie.” You explain, helping him out of his shirt as well, balling up the fabric and tossing it to the floor before assisting with his belt.

“You’re gonna join me, right?” Eddie asks hopefully, his hands forgetting the current task to disappear into your hair, tilting your face up toward him again. “Fuck—I want you so bad, sweetheart.”

It doesn’t hit you as strongly as it should. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, or his carelessness for his own well-being—but you couldn’t be bothered to listen to anything he had to say right now, too focused on getting him undressed and cleansed of the god awful smell of beer and cheap liquor.

“You’ll have to take this one alone, I’m afraid.” You break the news, helping him out of his pants as you guide him through your bathroom door, leaving him briefly to turn the water on, letting it run hot.

Eddie stumbled awkwardly as he removed his boxers, tossing them to the floor. He’s looking at you expectantly, thinking you might say something to him, and you do, “Socks too.”

“Oh, shit.” He curses, raising his hand against the wall to stabilize himself as he yanks at the last article of clothing.

You guide Eddie into the shower silently, closing the curtain roughly and letting him soak, gathering his dirty clothes to shove into the basket of already dirty laundry. You’re only halfway through your room when you hear the commotion in the shower and a pained groan from Eddie as he hits the floor.

“Shit, Eddie—“ You panic, back to him in seconds as you whip the curtain aside. He’s sitting on the cold porcelain floor of the tub, the water dripping over his head and in his face. When he finally has the courage to look up at you, his eyes are sad—sorry, almost.

“I think I need help.” Eddie confesses softly.

It wasn’t how you planned for things to go, but a trip to the emergency room in the middle of the night was definitely not happening—it doesn’t take you long to get undressed, stepping in behind him to pull him upright and under the running stream of water.

Eddie groans every now and then when you pull at his hair too hard, running the soap through his curls.

“You know, if you weren’t so drunk off your ass right now, I can see how this would’ve worked.” You comment jokingly, Eddie’s eyes glancing up to look at your briefly before falling closed again.

He makes a small noise, a halfhearted laugh as his chest rumbles. “Sorry—I guess I’m not much of a charmer outside of work.”

You’re taken back by the admission, stopping briefly to look at him. “That’s not true.” You defend him, “You know that’s not true.”

Eddie shrugs indifferently, “You don’t have to be nice to me all the time.”

You don’t even know how to respond to him, shoving away whatever smart ads remark you had at the ready, knowing you’d regret it the next morning.

The shower finishes shortly after that and you hand Eddie his towel, wrapping your own around your body, pushing you wet hair over your shoulder and staring up at Eddie.

Eddie speaks again after a while, “Do you hate me?”

You turn on your heels, rolling your eyes slightly. Eddie stumbles after, smelling of cheap men’s body wash—it was one you stole from Steve a while back and never returned. He still seems inebriated and out of his mind, but he can’t keep his mouth from spilling out every thought in his head.

You sift through your doors until you find what you’re looking for, shoving the stowed away spare clothes in his open hand.

“Why are you asking me that?” You ask, voicing brimming with annoyance.

“Why aren’t you answering the question?” Eddie replies in a much calmer tone, sinking down on the bed in a slump to pull his clothes on.

You never would’ve pinned Eddie for a sad drunk, feeling the need to air all of his inner problems—“I don’t hate you.” You tell him honestly, dropping your own towel to pull your clothes on, a pair of underwear and a shirt, before taking a careful seat beside Eddie, watching him struggle to get his arms through the sleeve of his shirt.

“Hey—why don’t you tell me how the party went?” You ask, trying to distract him. You couldn’t have this conversation with him like this, he needed to be sober. “Was it fun?”

Eddie shrugs again, “It was lame—I should’ve just stayed in with you and Steve.”

You nod to yourself slightly, guiding his arm through the sleeve.

“So, why didn’t you?”

“Bad for the image, right?,” Eddie chuckles softly, the tone of it wrapped in something dark, “Can’t have that.”

“No one’s going to hate you if you take a day off, Eddie.” You remind him. “I miss our days together.”

“I see you all the time.” He says defensively, but it’s not meant with malice.

“Sweetheart,” You say gently, using his own endearment on him, his eyes turned down and staring at his lap, “I don’t think you understand.”

“Then help me.” Eddie begs.

You smile slightly, brushing his wet hair away from his face.

“Tomorrow,” You tell him, “we’ll see how willing you are to talk when you’re sober.”

Eddie wakes before you, his phone vibrating off the nightstand and slamming to the floor—which in turn, startles you.

You catch half a sentence, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, “—why, what’s up?” Eddie’s gruff voice says, throat dry.

His face quickly fades from relaxed to annoyed, pulling the phone away to glance at something before shoving the phone back to his ear.

“But, they moved the schedule around on me—they can’t just switch back.” Eddie complains, pausing to listen to the other end. “I mean, no—I’m not busy today or anything but—“

You yank the phone from his grip, ending the call and shoving the phone behind you. There was no other way to fix the situation than to handle it yourself.

Eddie watches in a state of shock, mouth hung open wordlessly. The phone rings again and Eddie nearly reaches for it, but your hand is shoved firmly against his chest.

“So help me god, Eddie Munson, if you answer that fuckin’ phone call.” You speak through clenched teeth, staring Eddie down just as intensely as he was you.

“But—“ Eddie begins.

“Are you going to get in trouble if you miss that call?” You ask.

“Well, no—“

“Then?”

Eddie sighs, falling back on the bed, hair spread out messily against the pillow. “Go ahead—say it.”

“Do you actually want to hear it?” You challenge, leaning up in bed fully. Eddie glances over sparingly.

“Something is bothering you,” He points out—the genius he is, having taken weeks to notice, “just say it.”

“Why won’t you have sex with me?”

Eddie’s personality flips like a switch, exactly as you suspected.

“What?” He asks with a bark of laugh, “That’s—we have sex all the time.”

“On camera.”

“And?”

“Eddie,” You warn, “drop the act, seriously.”

Eddie breathes sharply, lifting up onto his elbows.

“I’m boring.” Eddie admits lamely, a piss poor excuse.

“The sex I want to have, with you—it’s nothing like what we usually do on camera.” Eddie explains, “People always expect the other version of me—it’s not real.”

You laugh at the absurdity of it, “You think I don’t know that?”

“And I’ve never dated anyone before you—“

“I know, Steve told me.” You interrupted, “But what—that suddenly makes me unfuckable unless we’re doing it for money?”

“Look, I’ve hooked up with girls—and guys, casually. It’s never what they expect or want and then I end up having to fake it.” Eddie’s face flushes with embarrassment, staring down at your fiddling hands resting in your lap. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”

You grab the soft throw pillow and toss it at Eddie, letting it hit him in the face gently.

“Ow,” Eddie complains, “What the hell?”

“Do you really think I’m that shallow?” You ask.

“No, of course not.” Eddie replies quickly. “But—you know how much I like you.”

“Is that why you suggested I have sex with you on camera in the first place—you were too scared I’d be turned off by you being—what’s the word…vanilla?”

It seems ridiculous having to ask, but it was the reality. Eddie stays silent, looking regretful.

“Fine—I’ll tell you a secret.” You sigh, staring up at the ceiling briefly to deliberate how mortifying this was going to be for the both of you, “I usually have to fake my orgasm for the camera.”

Eddie’s mouth falls open wide, “But, that’s on me—that’s my fault.”

“I hate the theatrics, Eddie. I hate trying to put on this stupid fucking facade—but you are not the problem. I can promise you that. I just can’t get into it anymore. The first time was—exciting? But, after that—“

“How often?” Eddie interrupts.

You shrug, having lost count at this point.

“Why do you think I always let you go down on me later?” You ask with a soft laugh, “It’s not you, Eddie.”

“You know, you’re breaking my heart over here.” Eddie chuckles awkwardly. “You’re really good at faking it.

You lean forward, crawling over the top of him until your legs are settled on either side of his hips, leaving him no choice but to look at you and nowhere else.

“We’re rectifying this situation.” You tell him, pulling your shirt over your head swiftly. “Clothes off.”

“I haven’t even brushed my teeth—“ Eddie responds, but doesn’t stop you from pulling at his shirt, lifting his body slightly to remove it, “what about Steve?”

“He’s already seen us have sex once,” You retort, “he’ll survive.”

Eddie laughs at that, genuine and full body. “Wait,” He pauses, grabbing your hips firmly to switch positions, flinging you onto the bed playfully, “that’s better.”

Eddie manages to get both of your underwear off with little trouble, shifting his hand down to trace over the seam of your cunt, but your hand stops him, giving him a small head shake.

“We can skip that,” You giggle slightly, reaching down for his already hard cock, mostly caused by morning wood, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t always half hard at the sight of you, “I just want you.”

You guide him in easily, both of you letting out a small collective gasp at the feeling, the burning hot sensation of your velvety walls squeezing around him like a vice. Your face scrunches in concentration, hands rising to his face, lingering along the planes of his neck.

Eddie’s thumb rubs at your chin gently, urging your attention back to him. When he has it, he can’t help but grin. “Yeah, look at me.” Eddie comments snidely, a small remnant of what you’re usually used to, but it’s masked in what he really feels, what he really wants.

Eddie’s thrusts are slow and long, his hand wandering the line of your body, squeezing at the creases—your hips, your knees, and back up to your face. He’s not even kissing you, only the soft pillowy flesh of his lips dragging against yours with every snap of his hips, moans pouring into each other’s mouths

And if this was what he was terrified of—you’d never understand.

The pace never picks up, remaining just as torturous as he starts, watching your cues for a sign—the way your moans pitch higher when you get close, or how hot to the touch your face is when you can feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.

Eddie teases with a soft breath, “I know that look,” He rubs at the frustration in your brow, “talk to me.”

You shake your head in annoyance, gripping at the firmness of his shoulder, blunt nails digging into the skin as he lifts your legs a tad higher, the angle hitting deeper.

You whine, “Can’t—can’t believe you’d think I wouldn’t like this.” You complain.

“You said you’d never had good sex before,” Eddie counters, “I just wanted it to be enjoyable for you.”

But this—this was exactly what you needed.

“Eddie—you seriously don’t give yourself enough credit.” You tell him through a harsh breath. “You’re always about giving and I just want you to finally take what you need from me—stop worrying about everything else. It’s me, I don’t need you to put on your act.”

“What, you don’t like it?” Eddie asks with a playful laugh.

“God, it’s so cliche.” You complain lightheartedly, “Hot, but I really can’t help but laugh about it sometimes.”

Eddie chuckles into your neck, “So that’s why you’re always trying to hide your face from the camera?” There’s a gentle kiss and a rough thrust as Eddie grips your thighs a little tighter, “And here, I thought I was just a funny guy.”

You nod weakly, “Not even close.” You tease, the sentence dying out on a moan as Eddie tips your head up again from where it’s gone slack, forcing your eyes back up to his.

“Fuck—can I come inside you?” Eddie asks sweetly, his face soft and vulnerable. “Please?”

And coming from a man who’s so used to controlling the show, you find yourself nodding before he can even finish the sentence. It was the one boundary you hadn’t crossed, all necessary precautions aside—there was no reason to worry.

Eddie slips his hand between you both wordlessly, working effortlessly at the task to bring you over the edge just as he has started to lose himself, his fingers a constant pressure against your sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves. It’s a gradual feeling that builds until it’s too intense to handle, but Eddie works you through the aftershocks until your legs are shaking and he’s coming inside you with a deep groan, whining out a soft “Fuck, baby.” in desperation.

Eddie doesn’t move for long after that, still seethed inside of you, both of you struggling to regulate your breathing. When he finally does, he pulls back to look at you, staring expectantly.

“Can I have my phone back?” Eddie asks with a faint laugh after a few minutes. You reach for it feebly, shoving the device into his hand. He can see the questioning look on your face the moment he takes it. “I’m making sure my schedule is cleared for the day—what, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Look at me—no, like actually look at me.” You urge him through a soft jab, his phone falling slightly in frustration as he looks at you, unable to stop the grin that grows on his face.

“What?”

“You never smile like this.” You tease, causing Eddie’s grin to grow wider.

“I’m happy.” Eddie shrugs, jokingly adding, “Is that a crime?”

You shake your head, shifting your body up slightly, causing Eddie to lean back. “Steve told me.”

Eddie raises his eyebrow in question.

“Why you overwork yourself.” You tell him, Eddie’s expression falling slightly. He reaches for the pile of clothes thrown on the floor and separates them accordingly.

“Here, get dressed”. He tells you, clumsily pulling his boxers on. “Let’s talk about it.”

“Really?” You ask, the shock apparent in your voice. “Are you sure?”

“I should’ve talked to you about it sooner,” Eddie admits, pulling his shirt over his head. You’re already redressed by the time he finishes, sitting cross legged on your bed. “But to be fair, Steve and I were drunk when I talked about this shit—and you know how that goes.”

“So, you remember last night?” You ask curiously, “What you told me?”

“Some of it,” Eddie replies with uncertainty, “it’s a lot easier saying what’s on your mind when you’re not constantly worried about everything else.”

Eddie crawls back up the bed beside you, resting himself on his stomach. “My mom died when I was young—my dad’s in prison for drugs.” Eddie tries not to sound too fettered by it, but it’s there. “My uncle Wayne’s raised me since I was baby—taught me how to walk, got me through school, everything. We were piss fuckin’ poor and lived out of this one bedroom trailer for years. He slept on the couch and forced me to take the bed. My uncle, he worked nonstop when I was old enough to take care of myself. It still wasn’t really enough, but we scraped by.”

Eddie sighs, scratching the side of his face.

“I never want to rely on anyone—and I’m trying to support him too. I feel like I owe it to him. You just never know when this job is gonna fuck you over so I’m trying to make the most of it.”

Eddie craved stability, to the point where it blinded his sense of well-being. Steve would never be able to understand given his upbringing, not that he wasn’t already one of the more generous people you knew—but you could relate to Eddie in some areas.

“That doesn’t excuse your right for a break,” You tell him, “or a vacation, at least.”

“I know.” Eddie says begrudgingly, “I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself though—it’s like I need to keep busy or I get anxious.”

“When’s the last time you visited your uncle?”

“It’s been a while, maybe a year.” Eddie confesses. “We mostly talk over the phone, sometimes on video if I can get him to figure it out—it’s a process.”

“So, go visit him.” You urge, “Take a week off. Leave here.”

“What about you?” Eddie asks.

“I can handle myself for a week.” You laugh softly, “I just want to see you doing something that isn’t work related.”

“I mean—“ Eddie starts, but you’re already one step ahead.

“Not me, dumbass.” You retort, pushing his smug face away from you playfully. “Look, just promise me you’ll take some time off, please?”

Eddie holds up his pinky in a silent agreement, a cute gesture considering his stone cold demeanor. You accept the promise easily.

Eddie’s week off turns into a six month break. It started off simple, a quick trip to visit his uncle, a week away from the crazy. But, that small blip made Eddie realize just how hard he’d been working himself—and you couldn’t help but be a little smug when he returned later that week with that adorable frown on his face.

“You can help me,” You suggest gleefully, piling into his lap on the couch, “—like my hot assistant or something.”

“Or,” Eddie drags out the word, “like your boyfriend.”

You roll your eyes endearingly, “Same thing.”

“So, what?” Eddie asks, “Am I bringing you coffee and running your schedule?”

You hum softly, tilting your head to look at him, arms draped over his shoulders, fingers playing with the chain around hisneck.

“Steve’s tired of helping me with the pictures I need for content,” You tell him, “—remember how you said you would help with that and then made Steve take over?”

Eddie grimaces slightly, an apology on his tongue.

“Apologize to Steve, not me.” You quickly interrupt, pressing your fingers over his pouting lips. “Anyways—you can help with that and I happen to know a few niche group of people who might be interested in me bringing a guest on—“

“But, you said I needed to take a break.” Eddie defends weakly, “You just want to use me for my body, don’t you?”

“Mmm, no.” You shake your head with a gentle laugh, “Although, I’m planning on taking full advantage of having you to myself for a while—and I’m not planning to do those extravagant and planned out setups. That’s not my style.”

“Your style?” Eddie asks, seemingly intrigued. “God—I really have corrupted you, haven’t I?”

You snort, looking Eddie down with an ire of disbelief.

“It was already there, trust me.” You reassured him, “I just needed that push. Don’t credit yourself that much.”

“Is there anything else?” Eddie asks curiously, rubbing just fingers through the soft tendrils of your hair, his thumb rubbing at the soft spot behind your ear.

You smile with a hint of deviousness, leaning forward to press your lips against his, “I’m sure I’ll find something to keep you busy.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks softly, his fingers reaching for the button of your jeans, pulling you to him harshly, all teeth and tongue as pulls a sigh out of you, mouth opening for him.

The door opens unknowingly behind you both and Steve’s mortification continues, “No, no, no,” He complains, throwing the small pack of toilet paper at both of you, “—in the bedroom, we talked about this shit.”

“Sorry,” Eddie says through a deep chuckle, turning to face Steve, arm coming to wrap around waist to keep you steady in his lap, “—considering we’ve all fucked each other in some form, by adjacent or something—“

You quickly cover Eddie’s mouth with your palm, both you and Steve sharing a look, “Six months—six months of this.” He reminds you vehemently.

“He’s just—“ Eddie’s muffled voice speaks against your hand, shaking his head to force it away, “He’s just mad he’s gotta find someone to fill my spot.”

Steve makes a dramatic pfft sound from the kitchen, tossing his bags on the counter before glancing back over at you, holding his fingers up and mouthing a very obvious, “Six. Months.”

“Very mad—” You whisper to Eddie, again interrupted by a frustrated Steve.

“I hope you two are treating me to dinner,” Steve remarks, glading you both down, “otherwise I’m begging you to take the love-fest elsewhere.”

“What are you thinking?” Eddie turns to you, “Italian—“

“Chinese.” Steve calls from the kitchen.

You sigh, giving Eddie an apologetic look, “Welcome to your life for the next several months.”

And truly, Eddie’s never enjoyed himself more—in the company of the people he cares about the most, it really wasn’t all that bad.

#fav dynamic #fic rec #eddie munson x reader

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Off Limits

✶ One shot - is a part 2 to untouchable but can be read as a stand alone

Pairing | Eddie x his best friends little sister

Post summary | You’ve been in love with Eddie since you can remember. When he refused to see you as anything except for his best friends, untouchable, innocent, little sister, you worked out a way to get him to look at you differently, now you deal with the fall out of it.

What to expect | Established friendship, mutual pining, jealous Eddie & reader, lots of tension - no use of y/n

Post Warnings | Drug mention, F oral, Fingering, voyeurism, public sex acts, slight choking - let me know if I missed any

Word count | 6 K

Pt 1 | Pt 3 |

Authors Note | Okay first of all - Tumblr was being a B and wouldn't let me post, so I had to refresh and lost all of the tagging I did (which took me for effing ever) I'm posting this and I'll tag everyone once I've had a goddamn ciggerate. Anyways, I wrote a long ass part 2 and then decided I wanted to halve it and make a part 3 because I have an unhealthy obsession with ending things on a cliff hanger (sorta) but it's written and proof read and will be posted 24 hours after this. I hope this lived up to everyones expectations

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

I jumped at every sound that drifted down the entry hall, flipping through an open novel spread across the kitchen counter that I wasn’t paying attention to, as I re read the same paragraph for the fifth time. My nerves spiked and my fingers gripped the next page, in danger of ripping it from the spine of the book as the front door smacked open and my brothers voice rang out.

I hadn’t seen or heard from Eddie since what happened under his Hellfire table. He’d ushered his club out as soon as the campaign ended, providing me with a quick escape as I fled from the room and didn’t look back. I’d worried about what to say – or not to say – the next time he turned up with Trevor, but I shouldn’t have bothered panicking about it because Eddie had been ominously absent without an excuse.

I couldn’t very well go and ask my brother about it, his response making me choke up before I could even figure out the words, and I didn’t want to give myself away as the reason why Eddie might be avoiding me – and by extension Trevor. But tonight was movie night, and if Eddie missed this without a good enough reason – like a broken leg or death – Trevor would get suspicious.

I definitely had not changed my outfit three times and spent an hour on my makeup just in case Eddie turned up for tonight.

A shiver shot down my spine as I leant further over the counter, burying my head further into the book as I fidget, trying hard to look relaxed and unbothered as footsteps filled the empty hallway.

I couldn’t help my glance up as an unfamiliar footfall slapped against the linoleum.

“Umm… Hi?”

“Hey” The tall blonde smirked at me, helping herself to a drink from the fridge as her short mini skirt rode up her thighs. My stomach sunk as I watched her prance around the island bench, leaning on it as she popped open the soda can and glared at me over the lip of it.

“Who are you?” I hissed, slamming my book shut as I straightened up.

“Laura.” Her eyes flashed in surprise at my animosity and her smile was sickly sweet as she took a loud slurp, leaving makeup stains on the can.

“Right… and you’re here why?” I was afraid of the answer.

“Movie night.” She grinned and tossed her hair back as my face dropped, my lunch threatening to make a reappearance.

“Or a movie date, whatever you want to call it, we met at the Hideout.” At that moment she glanced towards the hallway, and I spun around to face what my anger was internally screaming at.

Eddie was hovering in the darkened entry space, turned towards the living room but facing to where I stood shaking in fury next to the stranger dressed like a whore in my kitchen. His brows knotted as he spared her a glance and his hand moved to rub at his jaw as his gaze reluctantly moved to mine.

I didn’t know what I expected, something along the lines of how he’d looked at me between his legs in front of his throne, or if he wanted to pretend it didn’t happen then maybe how he’d always looked at me, like a kid sister. The dark resolute of disinterest bordering on anger was not what I thought I was going to find when his glowering stare met mine.

Trevor chose that moment to burst through the doorway, shoving past Eddie as he came to stand around the bench. He slowed and rested his fist on the countertop as the thick tension hit him, his eyes flickering between our faces.

“You ready babe?” I spun around as he slid his arm around Laura’s waist, accepting her kiss eagerly as he scowled at me over her shoulder, not knowing what caused the awkward atmosphere but blaming me for it anyway.

“Wait she’s here for you?” My voice came out in an unplanned shocked screech.

“Obviously, who else?” He stared at me like he wouldn’t expect me to consider Eddie as a possibility. I tried to not be noticeable as I dropped my eyes from them and turned back to face him but he’d disappeared from the door frame.

“You joining us?” The microwave door creaked as Trevor slid a bowl of unpopped corn kernels into it.

“Uh yeah.” The whole situation had caught me off guard, and I’d answered without thinking.

I hesitated in the kitchen as my brother and what appeared to be his new girlfriend, giggled and groped at each other as the occasional pop echoed off the cabinets, I groaned and grabbed my water bottle as they started making out without shame, heading for the living room filled with the blue glow from the tv set that was geared up and ready to play Trevor’s horror movie choice of the night.

I waited for him to acknowledge me, but his eyes were glued to the paused screen, leaning his head into his arm perched on the side of the couch. I briefly considered taking up residence in the uncomfortable chair directly next to the tv and facing away from it, but that would look more suspicious to Trevor than sitting next to Eddie on the couch we always shared.

“Hi.” My voice was small as I gripped the bottle tighter to my chest, unsure where we stood after what happened between us. His eyes flashed to my face, softening as they moved behind me to see that I was alone.

“Hey you.” He allowed me half a smug smirk as I took a probing step forward, returning his smile with a careful one as my heart unclenched a little.

“Haven’t seen you for a bit.” I walked past his spread knees as I plopped onto the furthest end of the couch, trying to keep my eyes on his and not how tight his pants were around his hips as he stretched and tugged his jeans down an inch.

“Yeah, had some stuff to sort out.” He titled his head towards me as his stare burned into me, and even in the cold space between us, the night time sky seeping in through the open window casting long shadows over us, I could feel the suffocating zaps of electricity that flared between us.

It was strong enough to steal my breath away, too strong for me to have imagined it, and from the way Eddie’s eyes darkened as his eyes fell to my lips, he had to be feeling it to.

I opened my mouth to say something when the entry hall light flicked off and Trevor strutted into the room, bringing the strong smell of butter with him.

“Bunch up man.” He nodded at Eddie as he gestured for Laura to take a seat, handing her the bowl as he went to go grab the tv remote.

I heard Eddie’s low sigh as he balled up his hands and used them to push into the couch, propelling him towards my end as I shuffled up against the very edge of it. The room blackened completely as the screen went dark, the quiet static creeping through the speakers.

Fuck

In the darkness the tingling tension between us hiked up a hundred times more, almost palpable in the air. My breathing stopped, and from the way Eddie froze beside me as he went rigid from trying to keep the non-existent space between us, so had he.

The couch groaned under Trevor’s weight as he folded himself onto the opposite end of it, slinging an arm over Laura and pulling her into his side from where she was wedged between him and Eddie.

The screen lighted up, the words ‘based on a true story’ spread across it as it faded back into blackness and a scene of a happy couple making out at a lookout, took its place.

“Thought this was supposed to be a horror, not a romance Trevor.” Eddie hissed, digging his hand into his knee as he picked at the loose threads and grimaced at the display of affection in front of us.

“It is, dude.” Trevor glanced over the mound of blonde hair to shoot Eddie a concerned look. I burrowed down into the cushions away from Eddie, crossing my arms across my chest as I tried to melt away.

Any other night if I was sat in front of an R-rated movie, I’d be jumping and letting out little squeals the same as Laura. But I was too focused on snatching my hand back when it reached out to brush against Eddie’s thigh like it had a mind of its own, barely catching myself in time. I was literally having to remind myself to breath as every little shift that brought our bodies together, sent a flash of heat from wherever our skin touched.

He was driving me insane, but most infuriatingly of all was how unbothered Eddie seemed. Even though it felt like he was going to strenuous lengths to avoid touching me as much as possible, he was slouched in a relaxed position with his head leaning against the back of the couch, his hands resting in loose fists along the curve of his lap.

I swallowed hard as his lashes lowered against his cheeks, his breath fluttering from his parted lips as the mixed colours of gore from the tv, reflected off his sharp features prettily.

I’d turned my head too far and he noticed me, I dropped my gaze just as Eddie’s eyes slid to mine, watching my cheeks blaze in indignation at being caught. I felt his stare burning heat into me like an actual physical touch and I couldn’t help myself, I glanced back up shyly to find his almost black eyes focused entirely on me now.

The upturned corner of his lips twitched as a tight coil constricted around my chest, making it impossible to breath as his eyes trapped me. I caught my lip between my teeth as Eddie leant across my lap, his fingers brushed my knees as he swiped up the bundle of blankets at the corner of the couch.

“It’s cold.” He didn’t give the others a choice as he tossed a blanket into Trevor’s face, turning his back on him as he tucked the fleecy material into the contours of my body. I stayed as still as stone as Eddie draped it over my shoulders, his warm breath tickled my neck as he bent close to whisper in my ear.

“If you bite your fucking lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

Fuck

I was lucky it was dark because my face was on fire, my breath blew past my lips in a shudder as Eddie sunk back against the pillows. A satisfied scoff vibrated through his chest as he lightly hung the rest of the blanket over his lap, his arms disappearing beneath it.

Spurts of red danced across the screen as the movie reached the point of the killer going on a spree, his victims screams bounced off the walls and drowned out my gasp as Eddie’s fingers brushed against my thigh.

His light touch traced across the fabric of my skirt, quickly moving down the side of my naked leg as my breath tumbled out in gasps. The thin blanket bunched up in my lap as I twisted it in my hands, gulping as Eddie’s fingers tips crawled over the top of my thighs, making his way to the blazing heat between them.

Eddie kept his eyes on the screen as he bantered back with Trevor over the low budget gore effects, squeezing my inner thigh until I relaxed and spread them apart for him.

I didn’t know what was in the air between us that made even the slightest touch feel like a lightning strike. But my body betrayed me as it became alert to every delicate brush of Eddie’s fingers, every inch that brought him closer to my drenched panties made me tremble against him.

I buried my groan by biting into my fist but he wasn’t so subtle. Eddie’s head fell back against his shoulders and let out a sigh through clenched teeth as his fingers slipped between my folds, flicking up and down through my slick as I anchored myself to the couch, holding on for dear life as his finger tip moved over my swollen bud, rubbing constant circles until my legs were shaking so hard the pillows beneath us started moving.

I whimpered as Eddie’s hand curved, pressing his first long finger inside of me, the intrusion burned slightly as he stretched me out before drifting off into a new sense of pleasure. I’d played with myself before, too many nights to remember where I pretended my smaller fingers were Eddie’s long ones, covered in bulky rings as they slammed into me.

But out of all the times I’d imagined this, I didn’t expect to have to have to swallow my cries because Eddie was secretly touching me in front of other people. Eddie laughed loudly to cover my moan as he slid a second finger deep into me, leaning forward over his lap to block me from view as I grabbed his wrists above the blanket, using him to keep me steady as the feeling of his hand threaten to send me over the edge.

“You’re actually enjoying the movie?” Laura scoffed, glaring at Eddie as I tried to blink through my tears of pleasure.

“Uh yeah, I actually really like what I’m watching.” He smirked, covering his mouth with his free hand as he glanced over at me through his thick lashes.

My head snapped back as I couldn’t stop the shudder and soft whimper that fled me as Eddie pushed up against a sensitive soft spot deep in my pussy. I squeezed my eyes and shook my head as Trevor asked me if the movie was too scary, not trusting myself to speak.

There was a roar of a chainsaw and Laura shrieked.

“Oh my god stop stop stop.” I scrambled as Eddie ripped his hand from between my legs, rubbing his jaw with the fingers still drenched in my essence as he glanced at my brother reaching for the remote. I used the distraction to shimmy my skirt back down my thighs, pinching the fabric of my panties to cover my slit again after Eddie had shoved it out of the way for himself.

He turned his head to look at me with alight eyes as my chest heaved and I sat up straighter, breathing deeply as I tore the blanket off my lap and let it fall to our feet, wanting to hide the evidence. Eddie grunted and curled over like he’d been punched in the gut as he glared at me, his hand pressed against his crotch.

I narrowed my eyes back confusingly at him before he huffed and his hands quickly dipped beneath his pant line, readjusting his hard on before the others noticed it straining against his jeans.

“I cannot believe you thought a double date watching a gross horror movie was a good idea.” Trevor’s face flared in anger as we all snapped our necks towards Laura and the boys almost yelled over each other.

“This is not a fucking double date –“

“-God no, she’s just Trevor’s sister.” Eddie shook his head with a look of – what I could only describe as disgust – clouding his face.

Just Trevor’s sister

The rush of air that was knocked from my chest was quiet, but he heard it. Eddie’s face was cold and devoid of any emotion, hiding whatever thoughts burned behind those pretty dark eyes as hurt flared in my face. That hurt quickly spiralled in anger as Trevor laughed like Laura had told the funniest joke in existence and she glanced between us in confusion.

I was only ever going to be the little sister. Nothing more, nothing less. Never my own person. The cold gut wrenching feeling of being used washed over me as everyone’s eyes settled on me.

Eddie had been right. He knew what guys wanted, what all guys wanted.

What he wanted.

My pathetically pining heart that had chased him for the last decade, cracked as I struggled with the realisation.

It didn’t matter how much I tried to fight and prove myself against the ‘innocent’ label they’d branded me with, because Eddie wasn’t going to feel anything genuine for me, he was just going to treat me like his little play thing.

I was such a fucking idiot

That knowledge made the corner of my vision turn red as my nails bit into my palms, the words falling from me without fear or hesitation.

“You know what Laura? I completely agree with you, it is a stupid idea. And I’m really glad that the guy that asked me to go out this weekend, doesn’t think I’d enjoy watching a horror movie under a blanket for a first date.” I spat the words at the shocked face of my brother and the stone cold, barely concealed simmering rage of Eddie’s. His eyes followed me as I launched myself from the couch, kicking his feet out of the way as I sped from the room before my building tears could fall.

The cold press wasn’t helping to dim the puffiness around both of my eyes, I slammed the wet cloth against the sink as I sighed and leant over it, glaring at my reflection in the mirror. My scream mutilated in my throat as I clutched my chest and spun around, cowering against the vanity as the pair of reflective eyes that scared me, emerged from the darkness.

Eddie hovered in the doorway with a grim expression, anger tightening the corner of his mouth as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’ve been crying.” His voice didn’t reveal anything as he pointed out the obvious.

“Clearly, genius.” I swallowed as my eyes roamed over his bare chest, flitting away as he shifted and his plaid pyjama pants dipped lower against his v-line.

“What’s wrong?” His jaw clenched as he stumbled over the question, his eyes flaring with the answer he knew was coming.

“Why would you bother asking me that? I’m just Trevor’s little, innocent, stupid sister.” For the first time real anger flowed between us, pure undiluted rage as I stood my ground, copying his stance as I cocked a brow at him, daring him to deny the truth.

“Untouchable. Remember?” My hushed yell was still far too loud in the quiet house, cutting through the darkness as something burned in Eddie’s eyes and tears threatened to make a reappearance in mine.

“I never said you were stupid.” His face blazed with his own anger now as he took a few steps towards me. I backed into the few inches of space I still had behind me, needing to stay away from him to keep my head clear.

Eddie muttered my name as my eyes closed on their own, squeezing shut tighter and his rough, cold hands cradled my face.

“Open your eyes.” He demanded, pressing his hold on me as I shook my head. They flew open in shock and widened as Eddie’s chest pressed against mine, feeling it expand as he sucked in a deep breath and tilted his face towards me.

He was so close it was hard to look up at him, his lips moved closer to me as he whispered his question, the words vibrating through both of our bodies as he pressed me to him.

“What do you want?” It was barely a sigh, sending my mind blank as the minty smell of him washed over me. Eddie’s lashes brushed his cheeks as they focused on my quivering lips, patiently waiting for an answer that I couldn’t comprehend.

I caved

I couldn’t resist him

Even if he only wanted what every guy wanted

“You.” I didn’t say it, I just mouthed the word because Eddie’s dark stare had stolen the power of speech from me.

“Say it again. Louder.” His jaw flexed as our shaky breaths mingled, our lips moving closer together as his loose hair brushed past my collar bones. He paused, just as his bottom lip caressed mine and my knees gave out.

Eddie’s arm slid around my waist to keep me upright and the corner of his mouth twitched as he tried to force his smirk away.

“Say it.”

“You.” Eddie’s lips encased mine.

His heat flooded through me as they moved in a way that I’d only ever read about in my romance novels. They were softer than his hair looked, firm but they moved perfectly in sync with mine. God, the taste of him was more than I could have imagined, somehow a perfect mix of his cologne and weed and cigarettes and our peppermint mouthwash.

He was everywhere, his hands touching each bare patch of skin that I needed him to as I gave in completely, twisting my hands in his hair to pull him closer to me as I revelled in finally having our first kiss, never wanting to feel the cold air between our lips again.

Eddie groaned in response to my own one that tumbled from my lips, gripping the fabric of my shorts at my hip until I was afraid he was going to tear it away, his free hand trapped the side of my face, tilting my head up so he could attack my neck.

Each gentle bite followed by a kiss elected a desperate moan from me, flowing faster from me before I could stop them, almost like Eddie was chasing after them and finding pleasure in each sound he forced from me. My head rested back against the mirror with a sigh as his lips traced across my collar bone, teasing at the base of my neck as his hand brushed past the side of my breast, seeming almost like an accident until I spotted the smirk on Eddie’s face.

His hand tightened behind my ear and the nape of my neck as our eyes met, Eddie rose to his full height as an electric bolt shot through me from where our bare skin touched, straight to between my legs.

A tremor of cold reality washed over as his hand moved to trace the outline of my lips and I remembered where his fingers had been only a couple of hours ago. His face dropped as I gasped and lightly shoved at his shoulders, slipping out of his grip as I pulled up the strap of my shirt that Eddie had sneakily slipped off my shoulder.

“Don’t do this. Please, if you don’t care about me, don’t act like you do. I’m not some whore you can have when you want.” I couldn’t hold his stare as my breath quivered from me, sounding embarrassingly like I was going to cry as Eddie gripped the sides of the vanity beside me and leaned over it, forcing me to bow back against it and look up at him.

His jaw was clenched and his eyes flashed dangerously, Eddie ran his tongue along his bottom lip as his stare flicked between mine, trying to read something in them as his brows creased angrily.

“You have no idea how much I fucking care about you.”

I refused to believe him

“Like a sister.” I mumbled.

Heat flashed up my arm as Eddie wrenched it away from his chest, pressing my fingers against his hard length hidden beneath his pants. I glanced up at him as he let out a hollow sigh, smiling without humour as he shook his head.

“I haven’t stopped being hard since you decided to hide under that fucking table. I haven’t been able to stop thinking you. You have no idea-.” Eddie tilted his forehead until it was pressing against mine, letting his eyes fall shut as he loosened his grip around my wrist.

I kept my hand pressed against him, my cheeks blushing as I waited.

“-what you do to me. Fucks sake you pretty, silly girl. I tried to stay away because I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. Look what happened tonight, I thought I could handle seeing you but I fucking can’tstay away from you. I love Trevor like a brother, and because of that, you’re off limits.” Eddie dropped his grip completely and took a step back, shaking his head to clear it as he stared up at the ceiling, clenching his fists together before he yanked them through his hair roughly.

Eddie glanced back down at me with a sad smile as I froze, soaking up every syllable.

“Like a sister.” He mocked me. “You’ve got no idea how hard it is not to corrupt you. I was able to stay away from you for ten years, but you just had to prove how bad you actually are didn’t you?” Eddie shook his head again, his hand squeezing my cheeks until my lips mushed together.

“Not so innocent, am I?” White, hot pleasure cut through me. I’d won

Eddie groaned and threw his head back, muttering the word Succubus

“The things I want to do to you, what I dream about doing, what I need to do to you. You don’t do that to a sister.” Eddie took a few more steps back, like he needed the space between us as a foreign heat spurred me across the tiles of the bathroom a couple of paces.

“Like what?” I demanded, excitement urging me on as the walls between my legs fluttered at his words.

“That’s not the sort of thing I should tell someone like you.” Eddie wrapped his hands around my wrists to pull them away as I reached up to cup his face, pinning them between us as he smirked at the pout on my lips.

“Someone like me?” I scowled.

“Virgin.” Eddie grinned widely, whispering the word like he was embarrassed.

“How would you know.” I shot back, flinching away from him.

“Because from the first day I met you, I haven’t taken my eyes off you. Trust me, I would know if you weren’t one anymore.” Eddie’s eyes flashed a warning in them as his face coloured, his chest heaving as he ran his gaze over my body.

“Show me.”

“What?” I enjoyed catching him off guard for a split second before I pushed forward, refusing to lose my false sense of confidence.

“Show me… what you want to do to me.” My voice sounded heavy with lust even to my own ears, a blush creeping up my neck as Eddie halted.

Eddie’s hands fell to my hips as he pushed me back against the counter, kicking the bathroom door shut with his heel as he lifted me onto the counter behind us, sliding my legs apart as he moved between them.

“That’s it. Keep those pretty eyes on me.” My breaths were shallow as Eddie dipped against my chest, biting at my breasts beneath the thin fabric of my shirt as he moved across my stomach, his hands tracing the trails of fire that his mouth left behind.

My head pressed back against the cold surface of the mirror as I knotted my hands in Eddie’s hair, holding onto him to keep me on earth as his face pressed against my slit covered by my pyjama shorts.

I wasn’t wearing panties and Eddie knew that. His eyes glinted up at me as I peeked down, shutting my eyes and throwing my head to the side as he pressed his nose against me and rubbed it against my swollen clit, laughing deeply as I trembled and hooked my legs around his back to trap him against me. Eddie pushed my thighs up further until they were resting on his shoulders and I was sitting half off the vanity, my pelvis angled perfectly towards him as he looked at me like I was edible.

“So goddamn corruptible.” Whatever snarky response I might have had, died on my lips as Eddie devoured me like a mad man. His lips latched around my clit as he tugged slightly, grinning into my thigh as a loud moan slid out of my chest. He squeezed my legs and shushed me before he brought his tongue to my puffy lips drenched in my own arousal and his saliva, spreading the mixture around and burying his face in it as I twisted beneath him and tugged his hair up towards me, begging for him to suck on my clit again as I whimpered.

“Please Eddie please.” I arched away from the mirror as I reached up to cup my own breasts, surprising myself as I pinched and twisted my hard nipples until I was crying out from both the pain and the laps of pleasure Eddie’s tongue was erecting from me.

“Uhh I’m fucking powerless if you beg.” He rolled his eyes as he moved higher on his knees, digging his fingers into the tops of my thighs as his teeth dragged along my throbbing bud, each tug from his mouth made my legs ache to snap shut and trap him there forever.

The mirror steamed up as heat billowed around us, a lusty concoction of my moans and Eddie’s grunts and the erotic sounds of his tongue on my pussy was enough to suffocate us both.

Something tightened just below my stomach, forcing my eyes shut as my legs twitched and I froze, almost seizing as Eddie’s tongue circled around my clit as his longest finger slid inside of my drenched hole easily, almost like he recognised some unseen cue to go faster.

His free hand that wasn’t working between my legs shot up to shove his fingers in my mouth so that my gag muted my scream, coating my tongue in the sticky residue that his hand had fucked out of me.

It all happened at once, something invisible broke inside of me and my legs snapped shut against the sides of Eddie’s face, my crossed ankles digging into the middle of his back as I arched up off the mirror, ripping his hair from the roots as my lips locked around a silent scream and choked on his hand.

Waves of immense pleasure, nothing like I had ever been able to elicit out of my body myself, destroyed my composure. This feeling came deep from within my soul, no, Hell.

It had to come from Hell because nothing could so devilishly intoxicating, I would ruin my soul searching for this feeling for the rest of the time.

As quickly as it came, it was over. I slumped against the vanity as I melted, my eyes ringing and blocking out Eddie’s question as he rose to his feet, grinning as he wiped the wetness from his chin and wrapped his hand around my ass, crushing me to him as he dipped his head down to me.

“You still think I’m innocent?” My hypothetical question came out groggy, like I was drunk as I clasped my fingers around the back of his neck. I couldn’t help the stupid grin on my face as I shivered, unable to block out the tingling between my thighs as my internal walls fluttered around nothing, begging for something.

“You just came on my face, what do you think?” His grin was twice as wide as his lips moved to mine.

“Yo Eddie, is that you in there?” Eddie’s face froze inches from mine as Trevor’s voice rung out from the hallway, his heavy footsteps thudding against the carpet runner as he headed towards the bathroom.

“Uh yeah man, just taking a piss.” I jumped as my brother’s fist pounded down against the wooden door, flinching as it rattled on its hinges. Eddie’s face was an exact image of fear the same as mine, as we tensed in each other’s arms.

“Well I’m gonna smoke if you wanna come.” There was a pause as Eddie’s eyes snapped shut and he pinched the bridge of his nose, I could see his thoughts ticking over as my head swam, my thoughts turning foggy from the breath I refused to let go off.

I tightened my hold around his shoulders as Eddie’s hands gripped my sides, lifting me off the bench and placing me with a feather light touch next to where the door would swing back on. His hand wrapped around my mouth as he turned towards the closed doorway.

“I’m going to tell him.” His words were barely more than a whisper as resolve hardened in his eyes, speaking more to himself than me as my face narrowed in shock.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a sec.” Eddie’s eyes flashed back to mine as his hand dropped to my throat, not tight enough to hurt but he squeezed it until my core throbbed for him again. Eddie mashed his lips to mine, wiping the smile off my face as his free hand cradled the curve of my cheek softly, he pulled away only to whisper in my ear.

“You’re not going on that date this weekend.” Eddie’s smirk disappeared from my shocked glance as he placed a soft kiss at the side of my neck, leaving me alone with my shiver as cold air replaced his hold and he tugged the door open, wide enough to slip through but still hiding me and my reflection, from view.

“You been jerking off in there or something?” I pressed both hands against my mouth as my knees shook, my brothers voice barely audible over the roaring in my ears.

“Yeah, couldn’t help myself.” There was a tinge of nerves and annoyance in his voice that Trevor didn’t pick up on, drowning in his forced laugh and my brothers boisterous one.

“You need a girl man.” It sounded like Trevor slapped Eddie on the shoulder and I glanced up in the mirror.

Eddie’s pained and honest stare met mine in the reflection as he glanced over his shoulder, a war raging in his face as he pulled the door closed behind him.

“Believe me, I’m trying.”

Part Three

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