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Just Another Friday Night

This piece contains 18+ content and explores the idea of Eddie as a soft dom.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson's been your best friend since fifth grade. And on a night you think is going to pass just like any other, you realize you can't keep running from the way you feel.

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: I hath returned. So excited to finally have this one out for you guys! Hopefully the person who requested this many moons ago is still somewhere in my orbit.

As soon as Eddie feels the pad of your finger meet the skin of his cheek, his lips curl into a soft smile. It brings small lines to the corners of his eyes and reveals the glint of his teeth in the dim light. Concentration sparkles in your eyes like water does beneath the moon.

Both of you are seated on his messy bed. Him with his legs falling over the edge, and you angled towards him with your legs crossed. His breaths are steady, fingers lax from no longer strumming the strings of his guitar.

When you finally manage to collect the fallen eyelash from his cheek, you hold out your pointer finger for him to see. If you’d been focussed on the song he was playing rather than studying his face, you never would’ve noticed the tiny hair to begin with.

“M’kay.” His eyes flick back up to meet yours. “Now what?”

You raise your finger closer to his lips. “You’ve got a wish to make.”

If there was anyone deserving of one, it was him. It had been almost a year since he crawled out of the Upside Down by the skin of his teeth. Half alive. You remembered all the long nights you’d spent by his hospital bed as he recovered.

An air of weightlessness washes over both of you after Eddie blows it off your finger. As if somewhere far away, the course of time and happenings shifted in his favor.

“You can finish your song now. Sorry.” Smiling shyly, you tuck your hands into your lap and wiggle to get comfortable.

He smiles wider, but makes a quick work of tampering it back down.

When he begins playing, you make sure to focus this time, letting the music soak in and flow through you. The passion is palpable, along with the underlying sense of purpose that hangs off the tail end of each resonant note.

You’d been around to listen to him since the days he played off-tune chords with unsteady hands. As he sat playing now, hair curtained around his face, you knew he could easily captivate thousands if given the chance.

As the song winds to an end, he looks at you and his fingers slow as the notes dissolve between you. The only thing left for you to do is applaud. Your approval makes him feel like there’s electricity buzzing beneath his veins.

He absentmindedly strums a few quiet notes to keep his fingers busy, eyes remaining on you. “You’re the first person to hear it all the way through.”

“Really? I loved it.” Honesty drips like honey from your words.

He looks down to the fingerboard so you don’t see the faint flush of his cheeks. “Thanks. Lotta practice.”

When he stands to hang his guitar back on the wall, you watch the way his shoulder blades shift under his t-shirt. You don’t mean to look as hard as you do. There was something captivating about the way he moved. Some days, he couldn’t sit still, but there were also nights like this one where he seemed to have embodied the very essence of ease.

“So are you gonna add it to your setlist?”

He doesn’t answer right away, making sure Sweetheart is mounted securely.

“Maybe after I’ve cleaned it up a bit,” he says. “The turnouts have been sick lately.” Gratitude glints in his eyes as they meet yours.

Playing in front of a crowd at The Hideout was incomparable to selling out a venue like The Garden. But Eddie swore the gratification felt the same. With each new show, it’d been getting harder to find you in the crowd because of how many people had finally started giving him and the boys a chance. He never thought that locating you amid a sea head-bobbing bodies would be a pleasure he ever had.

“Will I be getting a raise for spreading the word?” You tilt your head and bite back a smile.

He plays along as easily as breathing, biceps flexing as he crosses his arms. “You already eat my snacks, steal my jewelry, and make me drive you around,” he lists. “I don’t know what else there is to offer you, but it sure as hell won’t be Benjamin’s.”

You have the nerve to blink up at him like a fawn. “It’s not my fault you hardly tell me no.”

You make it easy to say yes a million times over. Again and again.

There’s nothing for him to quip back with, so he sighs and studies you for the umpteenth time that night. There’s something amused about the glimmer in his eyes, but a fondness there as well. You’re wearing soft pants and a baggy sweater, looking effortlessly beautiful in a way that only you can manage.

Guilt wastes no time prickling beneath his skin when you curl in on yourself a bit, self-conscious. You’ve never grown used to the way he makes you feel so seen. Part of you fears he can see right through to feelings you’ve been fighting to keep tucked away.

He clears his throat and runs a hand through his eternally disheveled hair.

“Maybe I should get better about that then,” he decides. “Start telling you no more often.” A lighthearted smile pulls at his lips.

You look over at his alarm clock so you don’t drown within the increasing warmth of his umber eyes. You’re not ready to fall even though that’s what it feels like you’ve been doing for so long.

He bites his lip in preparation for the weight of his next words, “I’ve been meaning to tell—“

“My folks are expecting me back by ten.” It’s the first thing you can think to say despite the fact that they hardly ever give you curfews. “I forgot to mention it sooner.”

“Oh.” He glances to his nightstand to scrutinize the red numbers glowing on the clock. Disappointment swells within him and makes him fidget. “How the hell is it almost ten already? Thing’s gotta be broken.”

He pats the top of the device as if the right time was suddenly going to appear. “You can’t say for ten more minutes?” You shake your head apologetically. “How ‘bout five?” Another head shake. “Fuck—a minute thirty?”

A laugh bubbles up your throat, making a helplessly gooey feeling melt down the walls of his chest.

All too soon, with no success in convincing you, he’s walking you out to your car.

The night’s chill nips at both of you without reprieve. You hug your arms and break into a jog to escape it faster, leaving Eddie slowly striding behind you in hopes of prolonging his last few moments with you.

He watches you hop inside your family’s old station wagon and give the engine stuttering life. The headlights are soon to follow, illuminating a cluster of jittery moths.

The feeling of his stare boring into the side of your face through the window makes you give into the urge to crank it down, handle squeaking faintly along with your movements.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” He huffs out a chuckle. “Where am I supposed to look? Up?” He tips his head backwards, and his demeanor immediately shifts. “Hey, the stars are out.”

You peer through the windshield to see for yourself. Sure enough, countless of them shine like dull guardians miles and miles above lonesome Hawkins. They seem to span forever in every direction. The child in you looks for any surges of brightness or streaks that would indicate a shooting star.

“The view’s better out here.” There’s a persuasive lilt to his voice.

You don’t dare get out of the car. If you do, you wouldn’t make it home at all. It was getting too easy to be in his presence, like he was the bread and you were the butter that helplessly melted on top because you knew it’s where you belonged.

“I really gotta go, E.” You swallow the sadness that wants to color your words as you buckle your seatbelt and settle back into the seat. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He kicks at a cigarette butt on the ground, and nods. You were always within arms reach, yet lightyears away.

“Tomorrow,” he repeats. “Copy that.”

A silence settles between you. The only sounds that prevail are the hum of your car engine, crickets, and muffled peels of laughter carrying from a few trailers down.

Every time, it was you who pulled away at the eleventh hour before the dawn of something new.

“Good night, Eddie.”

•••

The cash register snaps closed with a resonant clamber. A beat later, you’re reaching out to take your change from the middle-aged lady thoughtfully chewing a piece of pink bubblegum behind the counter. The two of you are the only souls in the store. Humming freezers and a quiet instrumental soundtrack fill the air.

She speaks up as you turn to leave, “You alright there, sweetheart?”

“Just tired.” You sheepishly raise the bag carrying the Melatonin you’d purchased.

Even God knew you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep on your own tonight. You’d lie awake thinking of all the reasons why you should’ve stayed.

You take the time to read her name tag then: Irene.

Her frown is sympathetic. “It’s a boy, isn’t it?” Warmth rushes to your cheeks. She then leans onto the counter and you feel compelled to take a step closer. “What’s his deal?” She studies your face for any hints before asking a different question,

“What’s your deal?”

You shrug lamely, and Irene tilts her head. You don’t owe her an answer, but you can’t help but feel as though you need to hear it for yourself.

“I’m scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared.” She blows a bubble and it pops neatly without sticking to her lips. “But it’s up to you to decide if you wanna be scared forever.”

•••

Eddie’s staring up at the ceiling when a faint series of knocks sound at the front door. Instead of moving, he blows out another cloud of smoke and watches as it dissipates into a thin haze in the air. The breeze entering through the cracked window helps filter it out. It isn’t until the knocks get louder that he’s convinced his mind isn’t playing tricks on him.

What he’s not expecting is for you to be standing at the door.

“Hi,” you say softly.

He doesn’t dare question his luck. “H-Hey.” Eddie lowers the joint from between his lips and turns away from you to quickly exhale. “Tonight, uh, doesn’t count.”

He was supposed to be taking a break from smoking, and you’d promised to help keep him on track. But now, as he stood doing just that for the first time in two months, it wasn’t the joint that captured your attention. It was the reason why, the conflicted look in his eyes that the pungent haze failed to mask.

His next words get cut off with a cough, and he doesn’t bother trying to say them again.

You're met by warmth when he motions you inside. Guilt tries to convince you that you don’t deserve another chance, fear says you’re going to blow it.

“Eddie?” He raises his eyebrows. “I’m really sorry.”

The way he nods suggests he knew your curfew was fabricated from the start. “Don’t sweat it,” he lifts his shoulder. “I’m gonna go put this out.” He holds up the joint.

You trail him back to his bedroom, where your eyes roam idly over the posters covering the walls. Different things to say rise to the tip of your tongue, but none of them spill over.

Eddie turns towards you when he’s done.

“You didn’t have to lie.” Your shoulders sink as you meet his gaze, but he easily turns to humor, “You could’ve just told me you were tired of being cramped up in a trailer. I probably would’ve agreed.”

You can feel the ghost of a smile on your face, but you still mean your next words, “I feel like the worst person in the world.”

His nose wrinkles. “Maybe the fourth or fifth, but definitely not the worst.”

In spite of everything, both of you find it within yourselves to laugh. It feels good, mending.

You regain your composure before Eddie, and upon noticing he tries even harder to quell his amusement. It takes a few extra seconds because he’s high, but he finally manages to get himself under control.

He thinks before his next words, “I wasn’t expecting you to come back. You never do.” A lump forms in your throat as you toy with the hem of your sweater. “And all I can think about every time you leave is how I let you walk away without telling you how fucking much I enjoy you being around.”

You swallow. “I know you do.”

He shakes his head. “I like hanging out with the guys too—I’ll hang out with anybody if they’re cool.” You watch him with doe eyes as he speaks. “But you, you’re a whole different story. You drive me crazy in the best fucking way ever.” Those words hang thick in the air. “When I blew that eyelash of your finger, I wished—”

“Wait,” you hold out a careful hand, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “Don’t tell me.” Part of you wants him to, but not at the expense of the wish not coming true.

That keeps him quiet for a few seconds. He’s still charged from his confession, electricity having taken the place of blood within his veins.

“You came back,” Eddie states instead. “Why?”

His eyes don’t leave you, and you take in his entirety for the first time since you’ve been back. Long hair, short sleeve Metallica shirt, faded pajama pants. He doesn’t have his chest puffed out or his chin turned up in that charming way he often does when he’s working a crowd or a group of friends.

He’s leveled. No guard up, no mask on, just Eddie.

The one who’s been by your side since fifth grade. Who could make your sides ache on the days when laughing was the last thing you thought you could do. Who got on your nerves almost every time you were together, but still managed to be one of your favorite people in the world.

“You know how you always say there’s no shame in running?” you ask, shifting your weight. You’d sat in on enough of his D&D campaigns to have heard that phrase uttered.

He nods.

“Well, we both know it’s also worth something when you have the guts to stay. So this is me choosing not to run anymore.” From your feelings or from him.

The room shrinks and grows one hundred degrees hotter when Eddie moves to stand closer to you. He reaches out to grasp your hand, calluses brushing your skin. The chunky metal rings adorning his fingers glint.

Your next breath stalls as he presses your palm flat against the left side of his chest. The quickened rhythm of his heart drums against it fiercely. A mix of vulnerability and courage are married in his eyes.

“Same,” you whisper, and his lips twitch upwards. “Here I was thinking this was gonna be just another Friday night.”

You let your hand fall from his chest.

A grin breaks across his face like dawn, more tender than it’s ever been. “I’m glad it’s not.”

Time slows as he cups your face, eyes flitting over every detail as if to memorize it all over again. “You’re so fucking pretty.” He whispers it like there’s nothing to question, like he's been waiting forever.

You don’t mean to smile as wide as you do. His heart skips a beat, maybe two. He’s done holding back from what he’s been wanting to do for so long.

Not another second passes before he presses his lips to yours.

They move with careful earnesty. Despite the fact that it feels like your entire body bursts into stardust, you kiss him back with an innate sense of knowing. You can feel the puffs of air from his nose fanning over your skin, the way his thumbs brush over your cheeks. It’s intoxicating in a way that makes you weak in the knees. Even with the newness of it all, there’s an air of ease and familiarity that you lose yourself within. You don’t worry if you’re doing it right.

By the time he pushes you backwards to sit on the edge of his bed, he’s taken off your sweater and tossed it onto the floor, leaving your pale pink bra newly on display.

From your seated position, you watch him pull his own shirt over his head, further disheveling his hair. His milky skin hosts a myriad of dark tattoos and fading scars. Anticipation swirls in your core as he encourages you to lay on your back, propping himself overtop of you. He pecks the tip of your nose before slotting his lips over yours once again.

A surprised sound escapes you when his lips begin to plant a trail of kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck, head tilting to give him more access. The moment your conscience catches up to reality, you push at his chest and he immediately pulls away.

“Too much?” He studies your face. You can’t bring yourself to say no because you don’t want it to end.

“I think I just need a second. Sorry.” Embarrassment clings to your words, but you muster a shaky laugh. “I’m not used to this kinda thing.”

Eddie had experienced his share of sporadic flings, but his feelings never ran as deep as they do for you.

“You’re okay,” he soothes. “I may like pushing your buttons, but ‘m not gonna do anything you don’t want me to, alright?”

In all your years of knowing him, he’d never given you reason to believe he’d ever discount your feelings. Or that he was even capable of doing so.

You raise a hand to cup his cheek. “Let’s keep going.”

“You sure?” He turns his head to kiss your palm. “Absolutely positive?” He dips down and playfully nips at your collarbone. “Cross your heart?”

You bite your lip to keep from giggling, but fail when he begins to move lower. He drinks in your laughter like it’s an elixir.

He continues a disorderly line of kisses down your stomach, and your mind is beyond hazy by the time he reaches the waistband of your jeans. You don’t utter any words of protest when he kneels to pop the button open. The subsequent sound of your zipper being pulled down might as well be thunder with how quiet the room has grown aside from it.

Your panties are the same pink as your bra, trimmed with thin lace that makes Eddie dizzy. Without waiting for him to ask, you lift your hips for him to pull down your pants. Once they’re on the floor, he runs his hands over both of your thighs, trying his best to memorize the feeling. You briefly close your eyes when his fingers ghost over the soft fabric of your underwear. Nerves bundle low in your stomach to the point where you feel like a live wire laying exposed before him.

“You’re gonna be the end of me,” he says like a scripture.

“Me?” you peer down at him in disbelief.

“Yeah, you. Who else?” He lifts the thin waistband of your panties and lets it snap back down to your skin. “I’m gonna take ‘em off.” He only makes the announcement to give you a chance to refute it.

Rather than doing so, you brace your feet so you can lift your hips for him once more.

You’ve known him for the better half of your life. If anyone, your trust can reside in him.

A string of awed expletives slip past his lips when there’s nothing left between him and your heat. To stop himself from staring, he turns his face into your thigh to suck a bruise into the plush skin. You don’t realize that’s what he’s doing until you feel the tiny pinch that stings so good.

Your silence is perceived as permission to switch to the other leg to do the same. You can hear your heart in your ears, and regard it as a reminder that you’re alive and breathing during a moment you never thought would come.

You’re marked now, his.

He runs a gentle finger from your clit to your wet folds, and your own sensitivity surprises you when your thighs snap closed and trap his hand.

“Sorry,” you breathe, slowly blooming them open again. You make the mistake of meeting his gaze, where fondness seems to radiate like imperceivable rays of light.

After pressing a kiss to the space just beneath your navel, he stands and climbs onto the bed with you. You sit up and look to him for further direction.

An easy smile spreads across his face as he settles with his back against the wall where a headboard should be.

“C’mere,” he stretches his legs out in front of himself.

You crawl to him and sit so that your back is pressed against the warmth of his bare chest. It isn’t until you shift that you feel his erection pressing into your rear.

You peek back at him with hot cheeks. “Sorry.”

Eddie drops a kiss to your shoulder. “You’ve apologized five hundred times tonight.” You shrink in on yourself because you know it’s true. “You’re not allowed to anymore, capeesh?”

You nod.

“Now prop your legs up, buttercup.” You can hear the smile in his voice that hopes you caught his rhyme.

You press your feet into his sheets and spread your knees into a V.

His pointer finger finds your clit without warning, applying just enough pressure to hitch your breath. You’ve touched yourself before, but had never taken the time to truly gain an understanding of the deeper pleasure there was to be felt.

Here Eddie was, showing you what you didn’t know about yourself.

He switches to rubbing your bundle of nerves with his thumb while his middle finger glides through the slickness of your folds, making you clench with want. You reach between your legs with the hope of helping, or perhaps egging things along, but Eddie tuts.

“Hands off or I’ll stop.” His tone is gentle and commanding all at once.

Even though you follow his instructions, he still withdraws his touch. A protest ends up dying in your throat when you feel his fingers undoing the clasp of your bra and pushing the straps down your goosebump-laden arms. It soon joins the rest of your clothes on the floor. You’ve never been so bare in front of another person.

“Jesus, look at you,” he murmurs. His large hands raise to cup your breasts, fingers experimentally pinching both of your pebbled nipples. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight.

You watch with hooded eyes and parted lips. Caught off guard when he grabs your hands and redirects them to your chest to take over for him. You tentatively pinch your nipples in the same way he’d done, sending minute shockwaves through your body.

“There you go,” he coos into your ear. A gasp falls past your lips when his hand dips back between your legs to ease the tip of his middle finger into your entrance. As he pushes it in further, your toes curl tighter.

But his touch disappears yet again, making an exasperated breath leave you as your head falls backwards onto his shoulder.

“Eddie,” it’s a whine. “Are you teasing me?”

“No. I forgot to take my rings off.” They clink as he drops them onto the nightstand. “But I think I will now since you just had to say something.” The charged promise of those words sends a chill down your spine.

You’re begging three minutes later. A melodic mix of weakened pleads, his name, and incoherent bargains that only make him smile.

He’s trapped you on the edge of a freefall. Your thighs ache from tensing, and the strong pulse of arousal between your legs consumes the entirety of your mind. His two middlemost fingers pump in and out of your entrance with no sense of urgency, curling into that spot within you that makes you want to shatter. Whenever he senses that you’re about to topple over the edge, he pauses to let a few seconds crawl by.

It’s scary how good he is at reading you. At holding the reins.

“I can’t anymore,” you breathlessly insist, pressing back into him. “Eddie, please.”

“Sure you can.” He suckles the spot beneath your ear. In your head, you scream at him in frustration but in reality you squeeze your eyes shut.

He doesn’t know who he’s teasing anymore. Listening to you whimper and feeling you squirm has him twitching and straining in his boxers.

Somewhere along the line, he remembers mercy.

As soon as the cord within you snaps, your back arches and your walls flutter helplessly around his fingers. Your orgasm crashes over you in strong heated waves, each one fizzling out in their own time, making you tremble.

When your breaths grow even again, he slowly pulls his fingers out of you as you watch, awed and silent. You place a hand on his thigh to ensure he stays close.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, basking in the warmth of each other’s body, the new air between you. It’s as if you’re waiting to be roused from a dream.

“I wanna keep making you feel good,” he eventually murmurs into your ear, smirking when you shiver. “Will you let me do that?”

The feeling of his erection pressing into your backside suddenly registers in your mind again, and you reach behind you to curiously palm the outline through his pajama pants. He feels it in his bones.

“You can do whatever you want,” you tell him.

Eddie grabs your waist and gently pushes you forward so you know to let him get up. You settle in the middle of the bed and pull your legs up to your chest in a halfhearted reclaim of modesty.

He stalks over to his dresser and scans the cluttered surface with his lower lip pulled between his teeth. You trace his back tattoos with your eyes. After pushing a few stray trinkets aside, he makes a sound of frustration.

“What's wrong?” you ask.

He continues looking. “Coulda sworn there was a condom lying around up here.”

After a beat, you crawl to the edge of his bed so you can peek into the drawer of his nightstand. There’s notebooks filled with song lyrics, old magazines, a Walkman, batteries, guitar picks. No square foils in sight.

“Can’t we still…” your words fade when he meets your gaze, but he gives you an encouraging nod. “You know. If we’re extra careful, right?” Your voice is just above a murmur by the time you stop speaking.

The innocence seeping from your gaze makes a helpless fool out of him.

The next thing you know, he’s pulling his pants and boxers down in one go, cock springing up towards his belly as you watch with owlish eyes. A dark tuft of hair curls at the base, and the head is a pretty shade of rose that’s beading pearlescent pre-cum. A prominent vein snakes along the underside.

You’re more than ready. It’s the lightning in a bottle type sureness that you can’t believe you’ve come to know so well. The second he starts moving towards the bed again, you reposition onto your back.

Though you don’t utter a single word, every unspoken thought from your mind seems to shape his smile. It’s not entirely proud, there’s a hint of softness to it. Something giddy residing just beneath the surface that takes the edge off the intensity of his gaze.

A comforting heat radiates from his body as he positions himself overtop of you.

He reaches between your legs to collect the tell tale sign of your arousal on his fingers, and your eyelashes flutter. “Nice and ready for me, huh?”

The tone of his voice makes you want to hide. You feel small and on top of the world at the same time. Eagerness is written all over your face. And in the way your chest rises with quicker breaths. How your fingers are curled into the sheets.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” You’re glad he does because you’re certain all words would fail if you tried to speak.

All you can do is blink up at him, propping your legs on either side of him as he lines himself up at your entrance.

It’s overwhelming at first, incomparable to his fingers. But he takes it slow, watching your face the whole while. Before you know it, you’ve stretched to take the entirety of his length, and his eyes are glued to where you’re joined.

He bottoms out with a satisfied grunt, hair falling into his face. The fullness makes up for the dull ache. Especially as he begins to slowly pull out in preparation for another pump. A gasp escapes you the second time he eases back in, and your face scrunches with the new depth that comes with hooking your legs around the back of his thighs.

“If you wanna stop at any point just tell me, okay?” He tries his best to keep his voice steady.

“Okay,” you whisper shakily.

He finds a rhythm before long, cheeks flushed right along with his chest. He looks beautiful like this. Even his pleasured sighs and huffs rush straight to the pit of your stomach.

“Lemme hear you,” his voice comes out gruff. “Stop holding back.”

You swallow a moan. “‘M not.”

Unconvinced, Eddie rolls one of your nipples between his fingers, and your breath stutters on its way out. You don’t remember being this sensitive earlier, and a few more pinches have your mouth gaping open just as he expected.

His thrusts grow pointedly harder, forcing the fire building in your core to burn brighter.

“Oh, god—Eddie,” you finally choke out, gripping onto his biceps.

He swears he grows impossibly harder, orgasm creeping even closer from its place in the distance. You’re so soft, so warm, so wet, squeezing him in a maddening way. Your blunt fingernails move to dig into the back of his shoulders, leaving crescent indents in their wake.

“Say my name again.”

“Eddie,” you sigh, helplessly clenching around him. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” You sound dreamy. It rushes straight between his legs, and he can feel that familiar coil beginning to wear thin.

Hearing you say his name like that was going to do him in.

A sudden burst of confidence finds you. “You’re so deep—gonna make me come.”

His hips falter and something shifts in his eyes. He starts drawing circles over your clit.

“I wanna feel you fall apart around me,” he says, and you nod because you want that for him. “But not until I say, alright?”

Your stomach drops.

When you don’t answer, he slows to a torturous pace that makes your head spin. “Gotta answer me so I know we’re on the same page.”

“We always have been,” you half slur, drunk on him.

As Eddie looks down at you, he sees a large fraction of his world woven into the delicate furrow of your eyebrows, the way your eyelashes meet the very tops of your cheeks, the part of your cherry-tainted lips.

He lowers himself so that his chest is grazing yours as he continues thrusting, pubic bone dragging over your clit. The feeling of his warm breaths fanning into your ear makes you shudder, and when you arch up, you’re only met by more of his warmth, more of him. There is no escape, nowhere to run. Only accept.

“Wish I could, shit, wish I could bottle this feeling in a fucking jar and keep it forever,” he grits into your ear. “Never felt anything this good… five stars from me.” He’s fighting to hold himself together.

You miss half of those words because you’re on the verge of an ascension.

“Eddie,” you breathe, somewhat startled. “Eddie, please. Can I come? I’m so close.”

“How close?”

Your voice goes airy and high because he’s hitting just the right spot. “‘M right there.”

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel.” Whining, you claw into his skin with the intent of making it sting, but it only makes his shoulders shake with a chuckle. “I’ll shut this whole show down if you wanna play that game—”

“So good!” you whimper, giving in. “You’re making me feel so good. Just… please.” You clench around him in hopes of earning an okay.

It almost makes him fold, come right on the spot, but he still forces out a, “Not yet, angel. I gotta practice telling you no, remember?”

His constant denial was only adding fuel to the fire of pleasure burning within you and he knew it.

By his next thrust, he could tell the beginnings of an unraveling had begun sweeping you under. Even though he sees it coming from a mile away, he nearly passes out himself when you let go.

Eyes closed, your walls flutter around him in a strong, rapid succession that carries on for a while. You’re being lifted somewhere higher than you’ve ever known. The world fades around the edges, and the distant sound of Eddie’s voice washes over you as your jaw slacks open.

There you go, that’s it. Couldn’t hold back any longer, huh?

Only when aftershocks begin to spark through you do you realize how deep your breaths have grown, and the new laxity of your limbs that makes you feel like you’ve become one with his bed, trembling weakly. A wonderful ache resides between your legs.

A gentle weight soon meets your lower stomach, and your eyes flutter open just enough to see. Eddie has pulled himself from within the warmth of you, and rested his slickened tip against your warm skin. You watch dazedly as he strokes himself a few good times before jolting and releasing onto your belly.

All you get is a glimpse of his blissed expression before he leans down to tuck his face into your neck. You lift a hand to his head and gently scratch at his scalp as you feel him begin to place soft kisses to your throat. You can still feel his cock against your belly, and you work your other hand between your bodies to wrap your delicate fingers around him.

His whole body shudders, and when you lightly circle your thumb around the tip your name breathlessly falls past his lips.

He grunts and makes you stop when you start to do the same lazy motion again, and you chuckle weakly.

“Oh, is that funny?” he asks, wrestling a smile. When you bite your lip and nod sweetly, he pushes himself up so he’s propped higher above you. “You wanna know what else is funny? I don’t think I ever gave you the green light to come.”

You blink up at him innocently. “I couldn’t help it.”

He begins tracing the underside of one of your breasts and you suck in a breath, gripping onto his wrist. He pulls from your hold, and that same hand trails down your body, over your ribs and down your sides. His fingers leave a tingly buzz in their wake. You try not to squirm too much because his spend is still on your stomach.

“I’m trying to decide if I should do something about it or be nice,” he says, ghosting a finger over your oversensitive clit.

When you whimper, his fingertips move to revisit one of the marks he left on the inside of your thighs, and the ticklish sensation makes your muscles tense as you huff out a tired laugh. He playfully quirks his brows at that reaction, but you can see the warmth in his eyes.

You smile when he leans down to give your lips a sweet peck. “I’ll be nice,'' he promises. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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When midnight comes, sleep has found neither of you. You’re both fighting it, trying to stay awake so you can continue sharing hushed stories, soft caresses, and smiles that warm you right along with the sheets covering your bodies.

Your eyes are the first to begin fluttering, and Eddie stops talking when he notices.

“No, keep going,” you murmur. “I’m listening.”

“We can talk more in the morning,” he says. You shake your head no, and he chuckles. “Yes. Go to sleep.”

Before you have the chance to say anything else, he reaches out to turn the bedside lamp off. You press yourself closer to his body after he settles back beside you.

Neither of you say anything for a while, so you begin to assume he’s dozed off. When he speaks up again, his words are soft and honest, “This is what I wished for. A moment just like this.”

You mean to tell him that you think you’re in love.

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discopizza86 · 1 year

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Hello Stranger pt 2

“I’ve been in trouble since the moment I first saw you”

Joseph Quinn x femme reader

A/N: takes place pretty much right where part 1 left off.

Contains: drinking, smoking, soft smut (is that even a thing?), slight angst, tons of fluffy goodness.

Tag list: @kellysimagines

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The morning light creeped through the patio window causing you to stir in your bed. The soft sunlight bouncing off of your sleepy face nearly demanded you roll over towards the empty space next to yours. The spot occupied only hours before seemed so empty, but his smell remained. Your lips still swollen from the memory of his mouth on yours. A memory you would happily revisit over and over. Glimpses of the night before replay in your mind. His hands in your hair, his breath in your ear. Stealing kisses in between laughing and falling asleep in his arms, with your face nuzzled into his neck. Sleepiness has only left you with a vague memory of a kiss on the cheekbone, and a whisper of “I don’t want to leave” when the sun began to rise. Stretching, you reach your hand to glide over the pillowcase that was recently occupied. Your hand skims the soft cotton until it feels something out of place. A piece of paper.

You sit up in bed, eyes focusing on the handwritten note. The hotel stationary and the familiar handwriting cause your heart to skip a beat.

“Good morning, Darling. I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Last night was without a doubt one of the best nights I’ve ever had. I’ve put my number in your phone. Give me a call - xo Joe”

You smile to yourself and and toss the duvet off of you. The sunbeams shining brilliantly off of the cream colored bedding. With a final stretch, you start to walk to the bathroom and a sudden thought causes you to slightly panic. You haven’t checked in with your best friend since coming back to the hotel yesterday evening and you were due to checkout together in a few hours. Before you make it to the bathroom, there is a knock at the door.

As if right on cue, you open the door to Jane holding two cups of coffee. “Well hello sleepyhead! You missed out on a pretty good time last night.” She says to you while holding out your latte.

“Oh yeah? What did you get into?” You ask anxiously while taking a big sip of your drink, nearly burning your tongue.

“I made some friends yesterday, and it turned out that they are staying at this hotel too. We were at the bar downstairs until like 2 am! God, I don’t even want to look at tequila again for a long time.”

“I’m sorry I missed it! I was tired. I just had a quiet night in and fell asleep” you said while the guilt you felt about withholding the nights true events from your dear friend was bubbling right beneath the surface.

Jane looks over the room and you excuse yourself to go take a shower. While lathering and rinsing, you try to think of a way to broach the subject of Joe. While you wanted to keep the time you spent with him sacred, you knew that you could trust Jane. You wrap yourself in a towel and make your way out of the bathroom to your waiting friend.

“Hmm, so who’s this ‘Joe’ that was here with you last night?” Jane asks while arching an eyebrow and smirking.

Like a deer in the headlights, you stop in your tracks and slightly gasp at her holding his note. “Seems like we both had a good night! Where did you meet him? Here at the hotel?”.

“I met him yesterday, at the convention center.”

“Really? I didn’t see you talking to any…” the realization crosses her face and her eyes become enlarged “OH. MY. GOD!!!”

“Shhh!” You hiss. “I don’t think the people across town heard you”. You say with a laugh. Jane grabs you by the hands and pulls you to the bed.

“It all happened so quickly.” You explain to her. You go over in detail about the original note that was passed to you and what led you the two of you back to your room. You give her a condensed version of how the night transpired, wanting to keep the nuances to yourself.

“So, did you guys..umm…?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You were fooling yourself if you thought you could escape this conversation without divulging some dirty details. “We didn’t. It was perfect just the way it was.”

You get up from the bed and walk to the nightstand to retrieve your phone. Even though you were just with him hours before, you can’t help but feel a little nervous as you scroll through your contacts looking for him. Your thumb hovers over his name before you work up the nerve to tap on it.

“Good morning, Gorgeous”, Joe says after the second ring. “Did you sleep well?”

“Very well. How about you?”

“I would’ve liked to have slept in with you, but overall, amazing.” Between his low talking and the smile in his voice, you feel your cheeks begin to heat.

“I wish you could’ve stayed too. You didn’t miss much. Just a shower and coffee. What are you up to right now?”

“I’m in the car on the way to an interview, but wishing I was there for the shower and coffee.”

You giggle and throw a look over your shoulder to Jane. She’s skillfully pretending to read a magazine. “I wish you were here too.”

“I really want to see you. Do you have plans for this evening?”

“Well, my friend Jane is here. We are getting ready to check out of the hotel and head home. What did you have in mind?”

“There is a party that I have to attend, but I was wondering if you would like to go as well? You can bring Jane with you. It’ll just be press and some industry people.”

“Are you sure it’s okay if we come? I’m sure you’re going to be busy and I don’t want to get in the way.”

“I’m not going to lie, it may be a little nuts there and we won’t get quite as much time alone, but I’m just dying to see you. Please say yes.”

“Yes. We’d love to come.” Out of the corner of your eye you see Jane’s head quickly swivel in your direction.

“Fantastic! I’ll be counting down the hours. Text me your address and I’ll send a car to bring you both.”

You exchange sweet goodbyes and you turn your attention to Jane, who looks like she is bursting at the seams with intrigue.

“Looks like you and I will be going to a party tonight.”

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The sun is setting and your small apartment is filled with the warm glow of orange and pink. Jane rings the doorbell and you quickly buzz her in before dashing back into your room.

“I’ll be right out!” You yell from your bedroom. You apply the finishing touches to your makeup, and smooth your hands down the silky black fabric of your dress. After putting on your heels, you make your way to the living room.

“Who is this bombshell and what has she done with my best friend?!” Jane say while peering from the kitchen and taking you all in.

“Is it too much?”

“Not at all! You look stunning.”

“Thank you! You look so gorgeous. God, I’m so nervous”

“Hey, Joe clearly likes you. Let’s just relax and enjoy.” She says while handing you a small glass of red wine.

“To new friends?”

“To new friends.” Jane says while clinking glasses with you. Just as you finish your drinks, you hear your doorbell ring. Peeking out onto the fire escape, you see the familiar sight of a black SUV. You and Jane are greeted by the driver, who ushers the two of you into the backseat. Jane nervously giggles at the pageantry of it all and squeezes your hand as you make your way to the party.

It was the shortest and longest ride of your life. Short because of your anxiousness about how the party was going to go, and long because you couldn’t wait to be with Joe again.

The sun had long set when you stepped out of the car. The indigo sky and cooler air greeted you as you made your way inside the building. Small round tables to stand at decorated the room from end to end, with a bar off to the side. Slowly you make your way through the crowd of people and find a table on the other side of the room. A waitress with champagne walks by, and you and Jane each take a glass. Nervously sipping, and shifting your eyes to look for the only other familiar face you would know. You were nearly done with your drink when you see your phone light up. Looking down, you see you have a message from Joe.

“It should be illegal to look that good.”

Your eyes dart up and look around the room to see where he is. After a few seconds you find him. He meets your gaze and the both of you exchange smiles. Shyly he casts his eyes to the ground before looking up to finish his conversation with the handful of people that were standing across from him.

With some liquid courage, you agree to walk around the room and mingle with the other guests. You’re so thankful to have Jane with you. She has always been the more outgoing of the two of you and refuses to be a wallflower. With the party in full swing, the main lights were lowered and replaced by the romantic glow of thousands of fairy lights and paper lanterns on each table. The dimness of the room almost making it hard to see the stolen glances that passed between you and Joe. Each one becoming more desperate to be near each other.

He was a few yards away with what you assumed to be members of his team. They hung back a little while they pushed him towards groups of journalists and photographers. You met eyes with a member of his security, who smiled and gave you a small wave, remembering you from the day before. When you return his wave, you see a woman off to the side of Joe notice the exchange. The questions on her face weren’t hard to read. Her eyes slightly narrowed and she leaned over to whisper something to the guard and he replied with a short reply and a nod in your direction. Her eyes never leaving you for the duration of their exchange.

“Well, she is fucking scary” you think to yourself while taking a big sip of your newly replaced glass of champagne. Jane turns her head from the conversation she was and watches as you quickly drain your glass. “You okay?” She asks, unaware of what just transpired. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You say to her while giving a small reassuring smile. “I’m just going to slip outside for a few minutes. You can stay, I won’t be gone long”. She smiles and gives your hand a squeeze while you turn and make your way to the door.

Their was a slight chill to the air, but it was a welcome relief. That woman’s frosty gaze replayed over and over in your mind. You reach into your clutch and draw out a cigarette. Leaning your back against the brick wall, you take your first puff, casting your eyes up towards the sky.

“Alone at last.” Joe says making his way to you. Pushing yourself off of the wall, you walk to meet him. Without a moments pause, he pulls you close and places a kiss on your neck, inhaling your scent. “I’ve wanted to do this all night.” He says softly while pulling back to look in your eyes. “How are you tonight, my Darling?” Hearing the “my” he added to the pet name made your heart want to sing.

You place your free hand on the back of his neck and lean in so your noses touch. “I’m wonderful” you whisper. He breathes a little laugh and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. You lift your cigarette and offer it to him. He takes it from you and pulls you to stand against the wall with him, away from any curious eyes. You pass the cigarette back a forth a couple times, and chat about your day. His hand is on your hip, skimming over the gentle fabric of your dress. “I’m so happy you’re here with me” he says, his eyes becoming warmer. “You’re all I’ve thought about today” he confesses, a shy smile playing on his lips.

“I’ve wanted to be with you all day. I’m happy you came to find me.” You lean up and kiss the stubble along his jaw, his face leaning in to meet your lips. “I was a little afraid all we would share were looks from across the room.”

He places his forehead against yours before dipping his head down to kiss your bare shoulder. It was at this moment that you realize the two of you had company. The woman from inside was standing nearby with her eyes on the two of you. You aren’t sure what or how much she had witnessed, but judging by the disapproving look she gave you, you knew it was enough.

“Hey, who’s that?” You ask Joe, tilting your chin in her direction. “Oh, that’s Elise. She’s part of my management team” he says while he gives your hip a light squeeze. “I better head back in before more people come looking for me. I’ll see you inside, love” he says kissing your hair and pulling away to walk back into the party.

You’re about to follow suit, when Elise begins walking towards you. “Hi, do you have a minute?” She asks you. You’re heart is beating a mile a minute wondering what she has to say to you. Shaking your hand, she introduces herself. She goes over her role in Joe’s life and offers you a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “I see that you and him have spent some time together. Know that I don’t object to you as a person, but I have to advise against it. It’s just not the right time for him.” You stand there staring at her in utter disbelief for what seemed like eternity but was probably just a few seconds. “I’m sorry, but he’s a grown man. I don’t see how it’s your business what goes on between he and I.” She takes a small step closer to you and crosses her arms. “Joe is my business. A girlfriend will just complicate things. We need him to stay focused. I’m sorry, but this attachment is over. I’m sure he will feel the same as I do once we discuss it.” She turns and briskly walks back inside before you can offer a rebuttal.

You stay back and try to manage the lump that has formed in your throat, but fail. Hot tears roll down your cheeks while you reach into your bag for your phone. “Jane, I need to get out of here” you choke out. Within minutes she is by your side and walking towards the waiting car outside. The air suddenly feeling colder as you clutch your arms around yourself. Once inside the car, you let yourself go to pieces. Your friend holding your hand the entire way back to your place.

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Jane doesn’t argue when you reach your apartment door and tell her you’d like to be alone. With a kiss on the cheek, she bids you goodnight.

Trudging up the stairs to your apartment begin to feel better. Still devastated over what happened, but better being in the confines of your own space. You kick off your heels before taking a look at your phone. You hadn’t noticed the text alert from Joe that was nearly an hour old.

“Where are you?”

Those three words unleashed a fresh batch of tears. You were sure that Elise had talked to him by now. Putting your phone down, you made your way to the kitchen. You didn’t respond to him, because honestly, your heart couldn’t take it. After pouring yourself a glass of wine, you bring it out with you onto the fire escape. You sip it as you look up at the moon and stars, the chilly night air blowing through your hair. Sitting in the dark, under the starlight, you are able to reflect on the last couple days. The way you made each other laugh, how his hands molded perfectly to the shape of your face, the way you both seemed to relax into each other. You didn’t care about the fanfare that came with being with someone like him. You just wanted him.

As you take the last sip of your wine, you hear the sound of a car door shutting on the street below. Looking over the railing, you see Joe wave off his driver and dash to your door. You jump to your feet as he frantically rings the doorbell. You buzz him in, and with your heart in your throat, you open the door. He raced up the stairs, taking no time at all. He collided with you as you barely breath out his name.

“Joe…”

He instantly puts his hands up on either side of your face, pushing you backwards through your door while his lips crash into yours. The desperation in his kiss lighting a fire inside you. He extends his leg back and closes the door with a swift kick. He pulls away to look you in the eyes. Placing a hand on his chest to push him away, his pleading brown eyes bear down into yours. “I’m so sorry baby. So fucking sorry. Please, please don’t think for a minute that this isn’t what I want.” His thumbs swipe away a tear from your cheek. “Joe, is she right though. Is this wrong? I won’t have you getting into trouble because of me…” you say while choking back the stream of tears that threaten to spill over. He cuts you off quick, redirecting your hand to place it over his heart which is pounding in his chest. “Hey, look at me. She doesn’t get to decide for me. I know what I want, and it’s you. I’ve been in trouble since the moment I first saw you” he said with his eyes burning with intensity.

With that, you don’t need any more words. He was yours and you were his. With your hand on his heart, you grasp the fabric of his shirt and pull him to you. You snake your arm around his neck, deepening the kiss. His hands sliding down your dress to feel your every curve, reaching around to grip your ass. He kicks off his shoes while you peel off his jacket, all while his lips never leave yours. Making quick work of undoing the buttons on his shirt, he tosses it to the ground. He bends down to kiss the swell of your breasts while unzipping the back of your dress, letting it fall from your frame onto the floor. He braces your fall onto the bed by keeping his arm at your lower back. Nearly crawling, he drags you up so that your head is on the pillow. His hands tracing down your body and stopping at the dampness on the fabric of your panties. “Don’t take your eyes off of me” he whispers against your lips before sitting up to remove his pants and underwear before turning back to you. Sliding his hands up your thighs, he grips onto the waistband of your panties and pulls them down and tosses them to the floor. Desperate to feel his lips back on yours, you pull him back on top of you. He aligns himself with your opening and begins to push in causing you to gasp at the fullness. “Look at me, baby” he says, pulling your hands above your head, interlocking his fingers with yours while hungrily driving himself into you. The slow burn of the sweet and steady pace causes you to reach your release while moaning into his mouth. The increase in wetness and the encouraging sounds of your voice made him follow suit shortly after. He felt like heaven on earth, and he looked at you as if you were water in the desert.

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You wake the next morning to the sun creeping through your window. You stretch and move your hand to the pillow across from yours. This morning, instead of a piece of paper, you are met with Joe’s soft curls. His arm that is draped around you instinctively pulls you closer as you run your fingers through his hair. You lay there for a few minutes, admiring his sleeping form. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you lean over and place a delicate kiss to his forehead before quietly slipping out of bed. Grabbing his shirt off of the floor, you slip it over your naked frame and pad out towards the kitchen to make coffee. You’re placing two mugs on the counter when you feel his arm wrap around your waist. “Good morning, love” he says sweeping your hair away from your neck to kiss your right below your ear. “Sleep well?” you ask, leaning into his touch. Joe spins you around and lowers his nose to yours, “best nights sleep I’ve had in a while”. Bringing your lips to meet his, he lifts you and places you on the counter.

“So what now?” you ask, biting your lip. His tilts your chin to look up at him, “After coffee, let’s take a shower and then we can go out for breakfast.” Your eyes slightly widen and a shy smile plays on your face. “Out?” you ask somewhat nervous. “Yes babe” he says trying to suppress a grin. You arch an eyebrow and drape your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so he is standing between your legs.

“People will look” you reply in a tone that implies you don’t want to cause problems for him. His eyes warm while looking into yours.

“I know. I want them to look. It’s not always going to be easy, but I’m in if you are”, he says brushing your bangs away from your eyes. You smile as pull his face closer to yours.

“I’m in.”

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Inspired by the song “oh, it is love” by Hellogoodbye.

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discopizza86 · 2 years