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stevesxyellowxsweater · 1 month

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Will you still love me tomorrow?

PAIRING: king!Steve Harrington x virgin!Reader WC:3k CW:Minors do not interact!! Very little plot, No use of y/n, reader has female body parts, also wears a dress and is called good girl, p in v, oral (both m and f, fingering (f receiving), losing virginity, cream pie, cum tasting, asshole Steve, mentions of sadness, mentions of a bet, mentions of Billy, doesn't end happy. SUMMARY: After your third date with King!Steve, you find yourself in his bed. AUTHOR NOTES: This is a rewrite of a fic I started on here but stopped, the smut was too good to go to waste. 💜Enjoy, please remember reblogs are strongly encouraged! Thank you to @cafekitsune for the amazing banners as always!

His fingertips felt like fire, as they ran down your arms. You hadn't expected the night to end like this, it was your third date you'd promised yourself it was too early. But now you were in his room, your body hot because of each touch and kisses that King Steve placed on your skin. His lips ran over your neck, causing a strangled whimper to leave your lips. “Does my girl like that?” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he heard your noises. He’d craved this since he first clapped eyes on you in that little thigh-length summer dress, at the start of April.

The courting had been a long process for Steve, frustration mostly because you'd knocked him back again and again. He was the King, every girl wanted to be the Queen. But not you, you didn't want that it seemed and it left him feeling incredibly frustrated. You'd only given in and agreed to date him when he stood up on the table in the cafeteria, yelled your name across the room and asked you out. So many eyes on you at that moment, you felt like you were going to throw up. It was one of those high school cliche moments, everyone waiting for your answer.

How could you say no to him, then?

“Yes.” You finally managed to say to him, a strangled moan. You did like that, you liked his lips on your neck a lot. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs, you clenched your legs together, nervousness bubbling inside of you. His hand moved to the flimsy strap on your dress and pulled it down agonizingly slowly. “Steve...” You whispered as he touched your zip. Did you want this, you'd never before and if you did would not make you just another one of his conquests?

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked gently, looking you in the eyes. There was a sincerity to the look on his face, that made your heart skip a beat. He seemed to be taking into account that this was your first time and didn’t want to force you if you didn't want to. It made your heart flutter, he was so sweet and charming it's no wonder you found yourself falling for him.

You realise he's still waiting for your reply, you'd been too busy studying his handsome face. “What was the question again?” You asked gently. “Do you want me to stop?” Steve asked as he cupped your face. “No, it's not that. I just haven't done this before.” You admitted, your cheeks burning.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed having to admit that you were a virgin but deep down you knew it was nothing to be ashamed of. As long as it was the right partner, that was all that mattered. Steve had been wonderful on the three dates you'd been on together, you'd never had so much fun as you were having with him. You didn't think Steve was as nice and kind as he had been, he was even pretty romantic. He had you eating out of the palm of his hand

“It's okay, I'll guide you.” His words helped you relax, as did the kiss he planted on your jaw a moment later. His thumb ran over your cheek while he cupped your face in his large hand. Gently Steve pressed against you, guiding you down onto his pillows as his lips met yours. You were surrounded by his scent, instantly as your head touched the pillows. “I promise I'll be gentle.” He whispered before he pulled his shirt off.

Lying in his bed, you found yourself struggling to believe that you and Steve Harrington were going to have sex. Biting your lip gently, you watched as he tossed his shirt to the ground. Your eyes raked over his body, looking at the Adonis above you. “Do you like what you see?” He asked as he noticed your eyes running over him hungrily like a piece of meat.

“Very much so.” He grinned, moving his hands around you to pull down your dress zip.

Your dress hit the floor, the same time your hips landed back on the bed, Steve watched you, sucking in a breath at the sight of you in your lace lingerie. Taking your hand, he pulled you up and looked you in the eyes. “I know you're nervous, I am too. I've not liked anyone the way I like you, not ever.” He whispered.

“I like you too.” You replied, causing him to smile. Becoming a little braver, your free hand moved to touch him through his jeans. A hum left his lips, and you found yourself desperate to hear more of it. Desperate to make him moan for you, to hear noises that you were the cause of.

Letting go of his hand, you worked on his jeans needing to see more of him. Finally, you were able to pull them off -taking his boxers too- and found yourself staring, mouth agape. You stared at his large cock, unsure how he'd ever fit inside you. “Suck it.” Steve husked, as he watched you staring at his naked body.

Taking hold of his shaft, you looked at how big his thick cock looked in your hand. You could hardly get your hand around it. Steve lets out a small moan as he watches you slowly lean down and take him in your mouth.

You start slow, shy almost. Letting the tip into your mouth, your tongue washing over the masterpiece before you. As you inch him further into your mouth, you can't help but glance up, seeing his head leaning back and his hand running through his hair as he lets out a small groan.

Looking back down to the task at hand, you take him slightly deeper, feeling his shaft on your tongue. Your hand grips hold of him, holding what you cannot fit. Your tongue glides up the shaft as our head slowly starts bobbing up and down, taking him further each time. “That's it, baby girl, just like that.” He uttered humming once more.

As you move your head up, you taste the salty liquid of precum. A small moan leaves your lips as you focus on his hole wanting to taste it as much as possible. You feel his hand slipping into your hair and starting to grip tightly as he pushes you back down needing to be further in your mouth. “Such a good girl.” He moaned. “Who would've thought you're not as sweet and innocent as people thought.” He told you as Steve started to fuck your mouth, his cock moving faster seeing just how much of him you could take.

You try to keep yourself relaxed, but it's hard having his cock so deep in your mouth. You're desperate to impress him as well as pleasure him. But then he suddenly pulled out of your mouth, leaving you to whine. “It's okay baby, I just don't want to spill my load in your mouth.” He assured you. His hands found your hips easily and he pulled you down on top of him, his lips crashing against yours as his hands fiddled with your bra and underwear desperate to see the treats that lay under them. As he got them off, he rolled you over onto your back, throwing the items to the ground.

Nestling himself between your legs, he looked down at you. “You're so beautiful.” He told you as his fingers brushed over your cheek. You couldn't help but feel hot under his touch, a small shy smile on your face. He was going to be your first, he was going to make you feel things you'd never felt.

His thumb ran over your lips once more before he moved down between your legs, he began to kiss your thighs, biting and sucking on them. Your hand moved to his and gripped his hair. “Steve!” She moaned as your body arched toward him. “I'm going to taste you.” The king whispered against your thigh. Nodding gently you looked at him as he moved toward your sweet sex.

You watched him, watched as he licked from your wet folds up to your clit then back again. Whimpers instantly began to fall from your lips, but soon turned to moans as he settled himself on your clit and pushed a finger inside. Your hand tugged on his now messy locks as he worked his magic with his tongue. “Steve, oh god!” You cried out feeling him smirking as he pumped his finger in, needing to stretch you out so you could take him.

“You're going to take me so well.” He told you between licks and sucks of your bean. His second finger slowly slipped inside of you causing you to gasp, the sting of the feeling of both of his thick fingers inside you caused you to suck in a breath. He began to pump them inside of you, pushing deeper as he licked and sucked on your clit.

Being so inexperienced, and feeling your whole body on fire, it didn't take him long to bring you to the brink. Your stomach twisted and turned in knots, your free hand gripped hard to the sheets below as a flood of pleasure washed over you. “Steve!” You moaned out, his fingers and tongue working faster to bring you to your climax.

Your hips bucked up toward his mouth, your body shook with the force of his skills between your legs. He worked you through it. It was almost cliche to say that fireworks set off in your head. Feeling him press a kiss against your cut, he slowly sat back and licked his fingers clean as he did. His eyes remained on you the whole time, a smirk on his face.

“You taste amazing.”

Leaning down, he kissed your jaw softly. Anticipation hung in the air as you both knew what was coming next. Your hand moved to touch his cheek as you began to kiss, hunger caused the air to become thicker. His hand rested on your neck as he nestled between your legs.

The kiss was a first in itself, he held onto you as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You could taste yourself and it made your stomach twist. You let out a small moan, desperate for more. You barely broke away to breathe only needing a moment to suck in a breath or let it out. He pulled back slowly making you whine.

“Are you sure?” He asked as he moved his hand to touch your cheek.

“Yeah.” You answered in hardly a whisper. His eyes stayed on yours as he moved his hand to line himself up with your entrance. Your body felt almost like it was shaking still, you weren't sure if it was still because of the orgasm or what was going to happen next. But you could feel the nerves bubbling in your stomach as you moved your hands to take hold of his shoulders.

Slowly, Steve pushed the tip of his cock inside of you. A gasp fell from your lips. He slowly pushed himself all the way inside you. You'd never felt this full before, never felt a feeling like this. You could feel yourself stretching around him, making adjustments for him. The sting of taking him slowly began to ease.

“You're so tight.” He moaned looking in your eyes with a lopsided smile. You smiled back, you could get used to this, used to the way it felt as your naked bodies pressed together as his cock twitched inside of you as he gave you that moment you needed to adjust to him.

His lips pressed against your neck, sucking gently as he began to thrust inside of you. Your hands gripped hold of his back, your nails pressing into his flesh. “Good girl, taking me so well,” Steve uttered against your skin. Steve's hand ran down your body to your leg, pushing it up and lifting it over his shoulder.

“Oh god!” You cried out as he thrust in deeper. He pulled back from your neck and looked down at you, the smirk back on his face. “Who is making you feel this good?” He asked his tone full of lust and desire. “You, Steve.” He pressed his lips to yours almost like a reward for you saying his name.

“You like that, you dirty girl,” Steve uttered, biting your lip as he watched the look on your face as he thrust inside of you. You moaned as he went further inside of you, you felt him hitting the right spot and it took everything inside you not to come at that moment. “Yes!” You cried out as each thrust bottomed out inside of you. Your nails dug in hard to his back, causing the king of Hawkins High to cry out loudly. “Do you like that?” You questioned starting to become a little more confident.

He didn't answer, he just nodded his head as he moved his hand to stroke your cheek. His thumb moved down and into your mouth, you instantly started to suck on it as it passed your lips. “Good girl.” He whispered, biting his lip between his teeth.

You couldn't help but stare up at his face, looking at the way his hair bounced, watching the way his jaw went tight, or the desire in his eyes, the light Sheen of sweat on his brow. He took his hand from your mouth and moved it down to your breast, his hand kneading it like it was dough.

Your eyes started to close, getting lost in the pleasure. But his hand moved from the breast and grabbed your chin. “Keep looking at me baby.” He ordered, thrusting hard inside of you almost like a punishment. His hand moved back to your breast, this time rubbing and tweaking your nipple once your eyes were open.

“Steve!” You gasped, your body arched wanting to feel him deeper inside of you. Dropping your leg, he moved his hand either side of you in the bed and started to thrust harder. The bed began to move under the two of you, whining and creaking nearly as loud as you were.

“I'm close.” You announced and he seemingly smirked.

“So am I.” He told you. “Am I okay to...?” You nodded gently unable to speak as his thrusts became harder, and caused a loud moan to leave you.

“Yes!” You cried out. Your orgasm hit you a moment later, you couldn't help but let out a loud groan. Your body arching, and your hands held him tightly. “Steve!” His name came out of your lips in a moan, your body starting to shake as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Fuck!” Steve uttered with a thrust, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you filling you with his seed. Causing another moan out of your pretty mouth, as you felt the ropes of cum painting your walls.

He thrust inside of you a couple more times, making sure he was empty before he pulled out and looked down at you. “Look at you, such a mess,” Steve smirked as he reached down and pushed his cum back inside of you, causing your body to twitch and throb at the feel of him.

Moving up the bed, he lay beside you and pushed his fingers into your mouth. “See how we taste together.” He ordered you. Licking and sucking his fingers, he smirked softly. “Such a good girl.” He whispered watching you clean his fingers. “So good.”

Pulling them from you he smirked softly and lay back his arm resting behind his head as he basked in the post-sex glow. It was then it felt like it all changed. He didn't hug you, he didn't speak to you, he just lay there catching his breath and smiling to himself. Looking down at him, you swallowed hard asking if you should lay down beside him. Or was he done with you? You'd given him what he wanted and he became almost cold.

“Are you going to stay for a while?” His words broke you out of your thoughts. “Or have you got to be going?” Steve asked you, causing you to question if he was throwing you out or not. “Do you want me to go?” You asked awkwardly. You knew the answer, it was obvious and it made your chest ache. Steve shrugged his shoulders, laying there naked as the day he was born.

“Well I'm pretty tired, but you can stay if you want.” Looking away from him you bit your lip and shook your head. “My curfew is soon, so I'll leave you to sleep.” You said gently. Steve sat up and pressed his lips to your shoulder. “I'll call you, okay?” He whispered gently against your skin. “I look forward to it.” You whispered glancing over at him before he lay back down leaving you to dress and see yourself out.

Stepping out into the cool night air, you glanced back at his house as you bit down on your lip. You tried to tell yourself that he was going to call you, that he'd be on the phone tomorrow asking you out again. But he didn't even offer to drive you home, you hoped you were wrong and that you hadn't just been used. He was going to call, he had to call.

By Sunday night, he still hadn't called you.

By Monday you saw his arm slung around a cheerleader flirting like crazy.

By Wednesday you found out he had a bet with Tommy H to bed you.

By Friday you had slapped him in front of the whole school.

And by the following Friday Steve was bubbling with jealousy as he watched Billy Hargrove flirt with you and he realised he'd truly fucked up.

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ghostlyfleur · 4 months

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𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡.

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: the sweet progression of steve and his pretty girl’s relationship.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, idiots in love, oblivious!reader, shy!reader, inexperienced!reader. pet names (angel, baby, flower girl, pretty girl, princess, sweet girl). 18+ mdni, smut-adjacent. world building.

word count: ~4.5k

pre-relationship—

steve’s girl friend is a soft spoken, remarkably sweet, gentle soul. she’s shy, way too anxious, so inexperienced that she comes off as innocent. her wardrobe consists of flowy skirts and flowery dresses and soft sweaters and cozy knits, puts flowers in her hairdos like interwoven in braids or tucked in a half-up half-down mess, has this ethereal vibe to the makeup she likes to wear (ie. shimmery eyeshadow in soft colors, highlighter, sparkly lipgloss, white waterline pencil, fairy wing eyeliner designs, and slightly blushy cheeks), wears silver wire-framed glasses at home when not using contacts and steve thinks it brings out her gorgeous eyes even more. she always wears pretty dangly earrings with flowers, her nails painted with glitter nail polish or neutral soft colors, and steve thinks she’s an angel.

the rest of the people in town mostly think her to be weird and unapproachable, with the way she stops mid walk to crouch down and whisper softly to a ladybug she sees on the sidewalk, or when she accidentally bumps into a street pole and yells out a panicked ‘sorry!’ as if she would hear a reply back.

when steve first met his girl, he was enchanted.

she was so soft and beautiful and kind, but also very anxious; something he noticed the first time she walked into scoops ahoy, and steve was so excited to finally talk to the pretty girl that started working at the flower shop down the block that he’s been pining for. the pretty girl’s reaction to his flirting however was of shyness, nervousness, and seemingly scared silence… so steve decided to make a fool out of himself just to see her smile. it was worth it. steve felt as if her laughter was the equivalent of the skies opening up to let sunshine peak through dark clouds. they eased their way into each other’s lives after that. his girl started seeking him out, finding comfort and safety in his presence and caregiving personality, though remaining clueless of his feelings and just how much robin teased him for being a smitten fool.

“pretty flower girl” is how steve referred to her at the beginning, all heart eyes and dreamy sighs. working at a flower shop seems to fit her so entirely, like she’s in her own little world while surrounded by flora. she’s able to tell you the meanings, both positive and negative, of any flower imaginable, of different plants too! keeps a log book and a journal to track her flora friends’ growth, pressed flowers and polaroid pictures of different bouquets, photographs each beautiful arrangement she creates in a picture album.

her home is also completely taken over by pots and plants and gardens and hanging vines, secrets whispered to them while she waters her little friends as needed, full conversations kept that seem to make all the plants bloom and flourish even more. lots of natural light comes in from the many windows of her cabin, surrounded by greenery and trees and a small pond that wild animals often visit, knowing her safe haven is also a safe haven for any animals. the place always smells like whatever she’s baking, the decor homey and filled with crystals and incense and hand painted mugs and vases. greens, yellows, oranges, and tan colors. books balanced on any available surface.

she becomes steve’s girl best friend, and he loves her so much. worships her, really. steve makes it his mission to spoil and love his pretty girl, even if he hides it behind silly flirting and the pretense of friendship.

whenever they’re together, steve and his girl are all the other sees. the gang has a little bet on who will break first, steve or his flower girl.

her sit is always his lap.

steve swears off other girls as soon as he meets her.

he is very affectionate towards her, and she loves to kiss his cheeks.

they often have sleepovers just the two of them.

they’re so close they can just exist together and be at peace.

she’s so supportive of him too, always praising him and hyping him up.

steve is overprotective of her.

whenever one goes the other sure follows.

see, steve’s girl is so sweet on him it drives robin crazy. because robin knows the feelings are reciprocated, but she also knows both steve and his girl enough to know she needs to let them figure this out by themselves. it doesn’t mean robin isn’t their number one fan, though.

steve’s pretty girl bakes him sweets often to bring to him at work to “make your day a little easier, stevie”, she brings him flowers from her job that steve learns to preserve in his room, she gives him her favorite ring that he never takes off. but steve also does little things for his sweet girl— takes care of her and buys her chocolate because it makes her so happy and giddy he falls a little more in love each time. he also reminds her to drink water, buys her favorite snacks for movie night or when she’s on her period, takes her to the movies, drives her everywhere (because she’s his pretty passenger princess) to have some extra time with her.

oh! steve’s girl also has a bunch of homemade gifts that she keeps in a small glass trunk in her home because she’s too shy to give them to her stevie— handmade bracelets, handmade wire rings, pretty things she finds at thrift stores that remind her of her pretty boy, handmade necklaces, small gifts with pressed flowers, letters she writes down because she feels so deeply for her sweet boy that she needs to let it out somehow, and a bunch of other small gifts that she hopes one day she can give to her stevie to show him how much she loves him.

she’s so lovely to her stevie without even realizing, though. she’s demiromantic, you see, and after becoming friends with steve she started to slowly fall for him. the thing is, she knew very well what was happening, she’s very in tune to her emotions, and she fell for him willingly! whereas steve fell for her fast and kept falling.

imagine his girl never had her first kiss… she’s so inexperienced and her sweet persona and gentle demeanor make her seem like the softest person ever. steve is so mesmerized by her.

he flirts with her and is sweet to her and devotes his time to her and spoils her rotten and gives her kisses and hugs and cuddles and all the love he has to give— steve quickly decided that even if they’re ‘just friends’ he’ll still treat her like his princess, give her everything he can and shower her in his adoration until she catches up. and even then, even when it’s so obvious that steve is in love with her, that he blushes and stutters and gets flustered only for her, that he shows her every day just how much he loves her, she remains oblivious.

in her pov, she knows she’s in love with her stevie so she’s going to treat him like the most precious person in her world. which he is. the thing is that she gives him all of her love without ever once considering that he might return it, even as he flirts and quite literally says he’s hers and she’s his all the time, it never even crosses her mind to actually believe it. maybe because she’s trying to protect herself from heartbreak. she just decides that her stevie deserves the world so she’s going to give him all she can.

but she’s so soft with him! holds his face between her hands when talking to him sometimes like she’s holding her whole world on her hands, presses kisses to his cheeks all the time, gives him hugs. she always compliments him, isn’t afraid of telling him exactly what’s on her mind…

“you look so pretty, stevie”

“i’m so proud of you.”

“i missed you lots today!”

“i saw this cute puppy and it reminded me of you ‘cause you’re just as cute!”

“i always prefer your company.”

flower girl is the most adorable sight steve has ever seen! she pouts so prettily whenever she doesn’t get the attention she wants from him, all soft lips and furrowed brows and plush cheeks crossed arms, and steve just wants to pepper kisses all over her face.

her love languages:

she bakes him cookies ; buys him things that remind her of her stevie ; plans these cute little “friend” outings that feel more like dates ; she’s never lacking in her affections though she’s very timid and shy when it happens ; will defend him no matter what ; makes sure to always praise him ; she gets all cranky if someone insults him even playfully ; she’s very shy so she often hides her face on his chest or neck and it makes his heart flutter ; she helps him babysit bc the kids love her ; she gave her stevie a special arrangement of flowers that she created just for him plus a little booklet of pictures of the two of them together that also had pressed flowers on it for his birthday ; she checks in with him every day even if they don’t see each other to make sure her stevie is doing okay ; will stay on the phone with him all night especially if he had a nightmare or a fight with his parents.

where steve’s best friend is all cute and pouty and sweet and clingy and loving but only to her stevie!!!!! and she’s a bit ditzy— talks to animals and plants and inanimate objects like they can answer her, her thoughts jump from one thing to another but steve always entertains her, she skips instead of waking a lot, she dresses all cute and coquette and always has glitter on her somewhere, she gives steve handmade gifts all the time with this shy little smile and blushing and sometimes when the gift is specially meaningful she’ll run away as soon as he accepts it 🥺 she trips over her own feet a lot too!!! so steve has to grip her waist to help her find her footing!!! and it makes her break out in goosebumps!!! and steve is so in love with her, with her ramblings and midnight ice cream cravings and true crime rants and the way she talks about murder and psychopath profiling and laughs at horror movies and has crystals and tarot cards and wants to befriend ghosts, how she gives her stevie little glass bottles with protection spells or anti-anxiety spells or how she always needs to hear his voice before bed.

and she’s so pretty and soft and kind and nice and laughs a lot and everyone loves her— but she never notices how so many people flirt with her, and never notices whenever steve scares possible suitors away, because really she only sees steve!!!!!! and it makes him crazy to see how she blatantly ignores anyone and everyone to focus on him!!!!!

but then one day steve’s girl starts feeling sad and heartbroken because she’s convinced herself that steve still loves nancy so she starts pulling away a little and steve doesn’t understand what he did wrong! robin has to spell it out for him that his girl thinks he still wants nancy when that couldn’t be further from the truth; steve now knows he’s never truly been in love before, not like he is with his angel, and that it was his angel that showed him he deserves someone who loves him just as much as he loves them. therefore, steve does his best to find ways to tell his girl that nancy is in the past, that she has nothing to worry about, but he has to do so while him and his angel aren’t together yet so he slowly breached the subject until he can figure out where his girl stands, if he can make a move, if she’s interested in him too, y’know? like those conversations filled with a deeper meaning and both parties trying to drop hints about their feelings but they’re still too hesitant to be more clear in their affections. for now.

imagine steve spoiling her and making her all giddy and happy and shy and giggly :( i want steve to treat his baby like royalty way before they even get together :( i wanna read about their first kiss and how it makes steve’s knees buckle and how she’s so giggly because it’s her first kiss and he tells her he wants to marry her right then and there and she tells him she never ever would consider being with anyone but her stevie :(

after they get together—

their first kiss happens in what steve considers to be the best night of his life to date.

it was halloween, and he was slightly nervous about going to the fair with not only the kids and robin and eddie, but his girl too. the year before, he stayed in with his angel and robin watching movies and eating junk, which was the perfect night ‘cause he got to cuddle his girl, but last halloween he went out to celebrate didn’t end up being very enjoyable for him… what with having your now-ex call you bulshit, bullshit, bullshit.

however, this is his girl he’s talking about. while it wasn’t a date, simply a hangout with their friend group, steve still considers his girl, well… his. and the fact she insisted on meeting them there herself had him slightly on edge.

she was dressed as a fairy.

steve has never seen anyone as pretty, as mesmerizing. and the way she treated this night, treated him, was driving steve crazy.

first, once she meets everyone at the entrance of the amusement park they agreed to go to, she insists on paying for both herself and steve. literally grabs steve’s wallet from his hand and only gives it back after she pays.

he, of course, only really allows it because she gives him her — in steve’s opinion illegal — pouty puppy eyes that she knows steve can’t say no to.

afterwards, once they all enter and the kids disperse to the various entertainment with the agreement of meeting up later to eat, steve’s girl drags him away from robin and eddie, who were both sporting knowing grins, to a shooting booth where she proceeds to win, suspiciously easily might he add, a stuffed frog for him.

and then she grabs his hand. albeit hesitantly, but she does. intertwining their fingers and everything.

the entire night was a dream for steve, and unbeknownst to him, for his girl too. she had a plan, you see. his angel was pulling out all the stops, even if she was shy and blushy the whole time— paying for the tickets for both of them was number one. followed by winning steve a stuffed animal, holding his hand, sharing fried oreos and cotton candy (again, paid by her), and going to the photobooth. the ferris wheel would be last, but it’s what happens inside the photobooth that matters.

once inside, steve made sure she was sat on his lap. she payed again. the pictures go a little something like this:

1st pic steve is laughing and she’s looking at him like he’s her dream come true which he is / 2nd pic she pushes forward not being able to wait any longer and quickly presses her lips to his a bit messily / 3rd pic is her looking all flustered and shy and doe-eyed while steve has this dazed look in his eyes and his jaw is dropped / 4th pic is steve grabbing her cheeks and kissing her fully, brows furrowed and all.

steve steals another kiss at the top of the ferris wheel, it was giggling and smiling more than kissing, though.

on the drive home, angel makes a stop at their self-assigned star gazing spot where she officially asks steve to be her boyfriend, all flustered and timid but oh so hopeful. another kiss, a resounding “yes” from her sweet boy, and dropping him off with a quick goodnight kiss ends the night, and steve has never been happier.

the fact she planned this whole night, took a chance, romanced the hell out of him, and was so genuine the whole time, looking to make him smile, just because, had steve on a high unlike any other. no one has ever taken the time to spoil him, to do romantic things for him. he’s not used to reciprocity in relationships, but here this angel is professing her love for him and not only saying it but showing him she means it. best night of his life.

and so their relationship begins.

steve harrington just worships his girl, spoils her continuously, and wants to do everything for her. he is overly affectionate and just obsessed with his baby, pictures of her and with her everywhere on his house, his car, his wallet, maybe even a locket he wears with a copy of the picture of their first kiss on it. steve took the photobooth strip and got the second picture, his angel kissing him for the first time, copied and altered to fit into the locket.

everyone in town just knows steve is entirely whipped and he does not care. he is definitely touch starved for his girl, quite a bit jealous, however, but trusts her so much that it just comes out as a sort of possessiveness that isn’t toxic but something both he and, secretly, his angel enjoy. steve always praises her and wants to take care of her because she’s his sweet little angel girl.

steve is also her first everything— first kiss, first date, first boyfriend, first time… and it drives him insane! something about knowing he’s the only one that’s ever had her and the only one she’s ever wanted just drives him up the wall and gets him so needy. so desperate. so whiney and pouty.

something else about steve as a boyfriend is that he’s his angel’s biggest fan — always praising, always encouraging, always in awe of her. will brag about his baby to anyone. randomly brings her up in conversation because she’s all he thinks about and he’s so proud to be hers.

buying her flowers whenever he can so she’ll give him this wide, square smile of hers that takes over her whole face like she can’t control it and her nose scrunches up a bit and he never wants to look at anything but her.

her stevie is really into pda too, can’t take his hands off of her, but nothing extreme; casual touches and pecks on her nose or temple or lips or cheeks, buries his face in her neck often, hand holding constantly!!!!!!, plays with her hair, is always playing with the delicate ‘s’ pendant on her neck that he gifted her and she never takes off (steve has this proud little smile whenever he messes with it).

then there’s the casual dominance— steve tucks her hair behind her ears, ties her shoelaces for her, adjusts the clasp of her necklace, puts her dainty jewelry on for her, braids her hair because she’s always clumsy with it and she prefers his braids over hers, gives her water so she stays hydrated, remembers her meds for her, adjusts her beanie on her hair when it’s cold and she’s wearing one, wipes chocolate from the corner of her mouth because his baby is a messy eater, pulls on her waist when they’re walking so she doesn’t bump into someone or something because she’s too busy talking and looking at him, spoon feeds her when she’s too tired and sleepy and pouty, brushes her teeth for her too when she’s being his cute little tired baby or is in subspace, brushing her hair and treating her like a little doll, his little doll, and loves to shower with her so he can do it for her, loves to drive her everywhere too. she’s his pretty passenger princess and they both take that role very seriously.

and whenever his pretty baby gets all glassy eyed and needy and blushy for him? he melts.

steve has a daddy kink. major one. and when he finally finds his baby, his person, he starts noticing things she might be into for the sole reason of wanting to be the absolute best he can be for his baby. the thing is, he knows she’s entirely new to this and still a bit nervous and hesitant and shy, so he starts by filing things away in his brain to make sure once she’s ready and the time comes that he can treat her perfectly, and give her everything and anything she wants.

his baby is probably a sub, she must be, with how pliable and soft she gets. for sure has an oral fixation, always giving him little kisses and little bites randomly and pressing his hand to her lips so she can softly mouth at them (but will shy away and get flustered when she notices she’s doing this) (she just loves his hands and he knows). steve’s girl also gets all flustered and her breath hitches when he jokingly calls himself ‘daddy’, so he takes that as a good sign because there’s nothing steve wants more in this world than to be her daddy. only hers. to spoil and care for and love his baby to the best of his ability.

she also loves when he manhandles her, he’s noticed— it’s just that steve really enjoys carrying his baby around, loves feeling needed and loves holding her and having her body pressed to his and have her hold on to him, but also he just wants to do things for his baby, doesn’t want her to tire herself out, ever!

she doesn’t need to walk around all the time because her stevie’s here and he won’t have his baby do unnecessary work when he’s around. whenever he grabs her waist and places her on top of a counter or something and stands between her legs? she gets all smiley. steve also absolutely loves how clearly his touch affects her; she hums and melts into him and gets a bit breathless and just tries to bury herself into him until they become one. lots of cuddles and hugs from behind and just being entirely wrapped in each other while wearing the coziest sweaters under the cuddliest blanket are common occurrences.

the main thing, though… is how steve’s shy little girlfriend quickly becomes obsessed with his bulge. loves when her stevie hugs her from behind so it presses against her, or when he has her sit between his legs with her back to his chest, or any time where her stevie is holding her close. he doesn’t even need to be hard for her to enjoy it, i mean, he shows through his jeans even when he’s soft! and she just always thinks it looks so…soft? and chubby? and she just wants it smushed against her at all times.

it takes steve a while to figure it out, but when he does? he’s relentless! pressing up against his baby all. the. fucking. time. just to see her blush and stutter and get all shy… but she also fucking sighs and relaxes whenever he does it, like it’s such a comfort for her? to feel all of him? like it’s all she’s waiting for at all times. and it drives steve crazy how his cute, shy, introverted, virgin girlfriend who giggles all the time and is always flustered by him and hiding her hot cheeks with her hands and is so… clumsy and tentative and nervous when it comes to any sort of affection (which she only accepts from her stevie) ((she definitely hates touch except his)) (((and he knows it too! was one of the things that proved to him his pretty best friend had feelings for him too when they were ‘just friends’))) can be so desperate to feel his bulge against her.

angel also loves that her stevie boy has huge hands! absolutely massive. could-wrap-one-hand-around-your-entire-neck massive, beautiful, strong, soft hands.. and yeah, both steve and his girl definitely have huge size kinks. huge. they haven’t said so out loud yet, but it shows through their actions. steve loves how obvious the size difference is when they’re holding hands, or when his hand is on her soft thighs. most of the time his baby holds his fingers instead because it hurts a little bit to intertwine their fingers for too long and steve thinks it’s fucking adorable. she’s shorter too, so 😵‍💫 her sweet boy goes crazy. teasing, best friend steve comes out sometimes too when he uses her head as an armrest to tease her, or when he full on picks her up to take her somewhere if she’s being a brat or is too lazy, too tired to move.

steve’s angel loves their size difference. so much. it shows when she hides herself against his chest when it’s cold, when she compares hand sizes because “stevie, the difference is just insane!”, when steve smushes her into the mattress when they start fucking later on. steve notices his angel blush or sigh or break out in goosebumps whenever his hands are involved— i mean, can you blame her? his hands are so pretty. she’s always holding and touching and tracing her fingertips over his palms and pressing kisses, biting softly, sucking on his fingers when she’s restless, fidgety, or sleepy.

using steve as a weighted blanket is a must; helps angel when she’s anxious or having a bad day.

to be continued…

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luvrxbunny · 7 months

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he offers to take his gf’s virginity but cums too fast because he underestimated how good she’d feel

random guys i love under 🤭

this wasnt supposed to be so long but I'm ovulating so

includes: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Joel Miller, Bucky Barnes, and Miguel O'Hara

eddie munson - 0.2k

he’d be super cocky abt it. he’d tell you about how good he’ll make you feel, how you’re gonna be crying on his cock, that he’s gonna stretch you so wide that you’ll be able to feel it for weeks after. He has it all planned out in his head too, how slowly he’ll work himself in, how he’ll fuck you for hours and you’d love it.

but he’s got half his dick in you and he’s already throbbing.

your eyes are on his but they keep unfocusing and crossing as he works his way in. he has to turn away from you to stop himself from cumming as you whine about how big he is. he’s frozen inside you for a while, you’re gripping his arms, begging him to keep pushing into you and he had to cover your mouth to shut you up as his dick starts to twitch inside you.

he pushes himself in fully and immediately cums at your shouting moan from under his hand. he’s burying his face in your neck and grunting into your neck angrily as his hips uncontrollably twitch into your unbelievably warm pussy.

afterward, he’s angry at himself and a little distant from you cus he’s embarrassed asf but you comfort the shit out of him and guarantee that you loved it

steve harrington - 0.2k

he's almost as nervous as you are, he hasn’t had sex in a little while because he’s been with you, and he’s never had sex with someone he loves so he doesn’t know if it’s different.

he tries to eat you out, getting a few licks in before you pull him back up and tell him you already stretched yourself. he feels his cock twitch in his pants at the words, at the mental image and he needs you. it takes a while for him to fully enter you because he’s fucking huge.

you keep whining at him every other second, pressing your hand to his pelvis to stop him from sliding in because it hurts too much. he feels bad, ofc he does… but you’re so tight he can barely breathe. his eyes are shut as tight as possible and his hands are crushing your hip bones until you're whimpering at him for more.

you're finally able to take all of him and he’s cumming. he’s looking right at you, a hand in his hair and a look of complete shock on his face as his orgasm ripples through him, prolonged by your frantic grinding and his erratic thrusts.

he's thoroughly embarrassed afterward and tries to explain to you that it’s cus he’s “never been with anyone who felt as good as you”, that in the sea of women he's been with he's “never felt anyone as warm, wet, or soft as you.” he fingers you as an apology, letting you cum in his lap as many times as you'd like.

marc spector - 0.2k

he actually doesn’t really want to. he thinks it’s too important for you to give it to him, he doesn’t deserve it and all his martyrdom but you’re able to convince him to do it for you.

he eats you out first, to open you up a bit and to calm his nerves before actually getting to it.

you’re on top so you can control the pace a bit more, his hands on your hips in case your legs give out. the position is already a little too arousing for him, then with the added thought that you trust him enough to give him your virginity is messing with his head.

he’s louder than usual from the start, eyes already fluttering shut when all you’ve taken is his tip. his hands are shaking where they rest on your hips and repeated curses fall from his mouth. he starts rambling filthy words and praises by the time you’re halfway down and by the hilt, he’s begging you to let him fuck into you before he cums.

he’s frantic with his thrusts after you nod at him but he only gets maybe three full thrusts in before he’s stuttering and apologizing as he empties his balls into you.

he’s angry at himself and distant afterward, feeling like he’s ruined your first time and being dramatic asf. talking about maybe he’s just not good enough for you and yadayada but you convince him otherwise ofc.

steven grant - 0.2k

he’s flustered and so honored. he plans a whole thing, a whole date beforehand, and gets your room all prettied up for when he takes you to bed. it’s super romantic, he's poured his heart into the whole ordeal.

he’s super soft w you, very slow. he fingers you first which is probably where he went wrong, he was throbbing in his pants the whole time. your moans and begs for him to just ‘put it in already’ have his head spinning.

you end up more desperate than he is and you take him much much faster than he had anticipated.

he basically slides right in. his eyes cross once his hips press into yours and you can hear him muttering random things; begs with himself not to cum, random facts that he’s rattling off in an attempt to distract himself but it doesn’t work.

you squeeze down on him at the whole scene, his hot breath on your ears and he whimpers your name pathetically as he fills you to the brim, more cum than he’s ever produced, spilling out of you and soaking the sheets.

he apologizes profusely for about an hour and promises that you guys will re-do everything. he fingers you again afterward, wanting to make you cum. he’s whispering apologies and praises in your ear the whole time.

joel miller - 0.3k

he doesn’t want to, thinks he’s corrupting you and he doesn’t deserve it blah blah. but once you convince him he couldn’t be more honored. he’s doting on you the whole week leading up to it, making sure you feel comfortable, constantly letting you know it’s okay to change your mind. you never do.

he’s so nervous when the day comes, timid with you throughout the whole day, checking up on you every hour until nightfall.

he fingers you slowly, languidly, working you up gently and helping you fall into a comfortable, relaxing orgasm that opens you up to him. he wound himself way too tight in the process. listening to your sweet, soft moans of his name, feeling your frantic hand grip any part of him you can hold, seeing that loving, thankful look in your eyes as you fall over the edge, almost dragging him with you.

you’re too much for him from the second he’s inside you. too wet, too warm, too tight, and too fucking perfect. you’re taking him insanely well, he’s working himself in faster than even he can handle and you’re still begging him for more.

he stops 3/4 of the way because he’s pulsating. he’s holding you down, pressing your hips into the bed because you won’t stop grinding on him. it doesn’t help much because now you’re just moaning, whining, and whimpering his name on repeat. he starts muttering for you to be quiet, to stop saying his name like that but it just has you fluttering on his cock, coaxing his cum from the tip.

he’s grunting out blame on you as he cums like; “i told ‘ya to shut it” and “i fuckin’ tried, baby” he continues to blame you afterward telling you that he’s an old man and you’re too sweet for him. he’s embarrassed but tries not to show it, burying himself between your legs instead. he makes you cum two more times as an apology.

bucky barnes - 0.5k

he can’t even believe that you’re a virgin, let alone the idea that you want him to change that. he’s a bitch abt it ofc, much like joel. denying it at first, trying to get you to change your mind but feeling incredibly special when you don’t.

he hasn’t been with anyone since being iced so he’s basically a virgin as well. he can remember some things but is very scared that women don’t even like the things he knows anymore.

he jerks himself off through the whole day. he’s rendered useless with the thought that he’ll be taking your virginity tonight. he can't stop thinking about how pretty you'll look on his cock, moaning for him, screaming and cumming for him.

he’s already hard from the moment you come home but tries to pretend he isn’t, tries to pretend that he hasn’t been thinking about making love to you since he woke up but you know him. you decide to take him as soon as you get in, right there in the living room, on the couch.

he’s stuttering at you to stop, that you guys should go to the room, take it slower, and so on but he’s doing nothing to stop you, actually he’s helping you pull your pants off as he says it. he’s already leaking onto his thighs when you take his boxers off.

you position yourself over his cock and his breathing is already speeding up and stuttering. you take a little while to get him in, having to adjust to his girth, and moaning about how good he feels the whole way down. his eyes roll back and his metal arm groans with how hard he’s gripping the armrest, leaving indents in the wood underneath.

your hands are in his hair as you grind on him and his head is thrown back. he’s moaning your name and incoherent praises as his stomach tenses rhythmically, his thighs shake and his mumbles become a bit more frantic. he holds his head back up to make eye contact with you and he mutters out that he 'can’t', that 'you’re gonna make him cum' and he 'can’t hold it.' you can see the desperation in his eyes, the honest panic in his voice and it makes heat pool in your belly as you pussy chokes him.

he fills you. pumping rope after rope after rope of cum inside you and moaning like a slut. his hips thrust into you so forcefully that you fall forward onto his chest, feeling the breath from his moans on your ear. he's barely enjoying it, too distracted by the embarrassment that is flooding his body... until you’re squeezing his dick like a vice and moaning his name. his eyes roll back again with a guttural moan, ripped from his chest as he feels a fresh load shoots into your trembling pussy.

he’s still embarrassed after though. that he came before you AND he came twice while you only came once but you assure him it was one of the hottest things you’d ever witnessed

miguel o'hara - 0.5k

he would take forever to accept. he'd tell you that it's too precious for you to give to him, that you should save it for someone more deserving but you want him so he caves.

he tried to treat the day like any other but he gets hard every time he looks at you, visions of you all laid out and pretty for him, his thick cock abusing your poor virgin pussy as you whine for him. he cannot get the thought out of his head, no matter what he tries to distract himself with.

so when he's working you open, fucking you as gently as he can. it's not as romantic as he would've hoped, you're laying stomach down across his lap as he fingers you but it's only because you wouldn't stop moaning in his face when you were straddling him. he couldn't handle it.

you're doing the same thing now though. it's just how he imagined except he's not fucking you, he's got maybe half his dick in you and you're already moaning and writhing under him. begging him for more, telling him how happy you are, and that it feels 'so fucking good'.

his arms begin to shake, unable to hold himself up with how weak you're making him. you keep clenching on him, he keeps asking you to stop and you respond with a helpless "I c-can't help it." that has him twitching inside you. he tries to think about something- anything other than how you're sucking him in. he's almost to the hilt and your hips are lifting off the bed, trying to take more of him.

he lets you. watching as you moan at the way he slides in, rubbing along your sensitive walls. he watches you look down at where you both meet, where your pussy is absolutely devouring him, he watches your mouth drop open in a silent moan and your eyes trail up to meet his before rolling back into your head as you collapse back onto the bed. he can't handle it.

he's groaning- pulling your hips to him, forcing himself deeper as he fills you up- before you even hit the pillows. his breathing becomes erratic as he thrusts into you, every muscle tensed and shaking. he can't seem to shut up either, he's moaning your name out more often than he's breathing. he can hear you whining in response, and he can see you playing with your clit and it makes it worse.

he doubles down and fucks you through his orgasm, ignoring the painful pleasure that shoots through him from his cock in favor of making you cum. he keeps going until you've cum around him twice and he's released a monstrous amount of cum into you.

he's embarrassed and guilty after. he wishes he hadn't cum before you and feels like it was all too much for your first time. he doesn't stop apologizing for the rest of the night, no matter how many times you tell him that you loved it, that it was more perfect than you could've imagined. he only shuts up when you beg him for it again next week.

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emsgoodthinkin · 6 months

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18+

“Oh.. hell yea baby bounce on it”

You and Steve have been together for 5 months now. Met in college, specifically art class, he was forced to take an elective, anything for him to graduate. That’s when he saw you in the middle of the room.. naked. Well kinda, there was a long white sheet wrapped around you. Figure drawing was that days subject.

You seemed happy? Not at all flustered having all eyes on you, Steve was a bit intimidated, not only because of how beautiful you looked and all, but everything about you made the whole room glow. And made the bulge in his pants grow.

After class he was the last one out, he wanted to talk to you, little were you aware he was stuck behind in the room; that’s when you dropped the sheet to put your clothes back on. You both screamed in sync and he scrambled out of the door faster than you could’ve blinked.

Later that afternoon, you seen him in the library and came up to him to talk about the book he was reading. He was surprised you didn’t mention the incident, and since then you two hit it off.

He knew you were a virgin, so heavy make out sessions, mutual masturbation and lots of oral was the base of your guys relationship.

You woke up, extremely needy and horny. No vibrator or dildo could sedate your craving other than Steve. He wanted to take his time with you, telling you that you’ll know when the time is right. He made a mistake years ago losing his to quickly so in his terms, he’s doing you a favor. In your terms, he’s torturing you.

You swear he gets off on it.

You’ve been rubbing your pussy up against your hand every five seconds at work, coaxing him through sexy texts and lewd photos. Trying to give him the heads up you’re ready for him to finally fuck you. Or “make love” as he’d exclaim. same shit

He’s usually arrived home by the time you get off of work and today, you were definitely worked; panties have been sticking to your cunt since 10 this morning

“I need you now!” you shout kicking your shoes off and tossing your bag elsewhere, meanwhile, he’s wide-eyed, staring at you with a mouth full of cereal

“Pardon?”

“Steve baby please I love you so much but I need your cock in me right now, I’ve been so horny all day, I mean I can literally smell myself through my own pants right now,” you admit ridding him of the bowl, climbing into his lap, immediately grinding your hips

He scoffs.

“Baby we’ve been through this.. damn, really can smell it huh?” he replies cursing himself, biting his lip, “I thought we were going to wait? you know I want it to be special for you”—

“and it will be, please I promise I’m ready” you pout

The heavy feeling of you has him already babbling.

—“just like that baby, bounce it a little bit — y-yeah that’s it there we go,” he strains bucking, his hips up into yours, cock fully solid

“yeah? like that daddy?”—

“Don’t! Stop that.. fuck, don’t call me that, you know what that does to me”

“what does it do hm?” you lean down to nip his ear, “does it make you wanna fuck my brains out?”

He growls, moving your hips faster “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you doing this to me, fuck! keep bouncin, keep boucin that hot pussy on my dick sweetheart oh— shit”—

“Come on Stevie you know you want it, you’ve been dying to feel my pussy squeeze it, anytime with you will be s-speacial, just.. PLEASE!” you, almost in tears, begging; your thighs are burning the faster and harder you grind

“Ahhh, fuck it, get up!”, he demands angrily and eagerly ripping your pants and soaked panties off—

“Open those fuckin legs, ill make ya feel real special tonight”

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bettyfrommars · 9 months

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Touch my cheek before you leave me, baby//Part 3

(part 1)(part 2)

gigolo!Eddie x fem!Reader

18+Only, mature content, intimacy smut, fingering, sweet!Eddie, gigolo!Steve, semi-public fingering, toxic mother, tooth-rotting sweetness, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, cum shot, alcohol consumption, self-deprecation, struggles with body image, reader wears a formal dress and heels, pet names, tiny drop of angst. Eddie is around 30 and reader is 29. wc: 5.8k

Summary: the gigolo who was paid to take your virginity now has his sights set on your heart, and you're ready to give it. A chapter of shenanigans, flirting, 90's wedding music (Eddie's got a crush and he's got it bad), ripped nylons, and coming into our own. Guest appearance by gigolo!Steve.

pls no minors beyond this point

You already hated everything about the flouncy, taffeta dress your mother picked out for you to wear, but you were emotionally too exhausted to fight her anymore. Especially for an event you were already dreading. Your shoulders bunched up at your ears at the thought of everyone there asking you what you were doing with your life, and when you planned to get married. You wondered if Eddie could hold his own with all of the self-proclaimed “well-meaning” hyenas in your family.

You stood in the full length mirror upstairs in your childhood bedroom, wondering if Eddie would like the way you looked. You closed your eyes to silently berate yourself for how you had behaved the night before. The way you’d just bolted out of his place like he had done something wrong. You actually waited all day for the phone to ring, so sure it would be him, letting you know he had to cancel—but the call never came. You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t show up to the venue, but if he did, you promised yourself that you would let yourself enjoy his company and not let your insecurities get the better of you for once in your life.

“Shit,” you cursed aloud, hoping no one mingling in the hall heard you, remembering you forgot to tell Eddie that he needed to be a mechanic when he met your mother. A mechanic who owns his own shop nonetheless. God, why did you do this to yourself.

Downstairs, you could hear the voices of your mom, your aunt, and your sister as they waited to make their way over to the winery where the wedding and reception would be taking place. Your mom gasped when she saw you, but it wasn’t a good gasp; it was a horrified one. She had you turn in a circle in front of everyone, announcing that she wished it covered your shoulders and asked why you looked so bloated—she told you to lay off the dairy for a week. Your sister said you looked pretty, but it fell on damaged ears.

“When is your date getting here?” your mother asked as you were all gathering your things to leave.

“He’s meeting me at the venue,” you mumbled, grabbing your bag.

Everyone looked at you as if you’d just said you were moving to Mars. Your aunt was the one who spoke up, eyeballing your mother. “Why isn’t he picking you up?”

You stammered. “He, um, well, he had to work and I wasn’t sure when we—”

Your sister, dressed in a tiny Kate Moss number, threw open the front door to take a step and stopped in her tracks. “Hey, who the hell is that?”

You pushed past your mom to squeeze into the doorway next to her, confused, thinking maybe it was someone pulling up to the wrong house.

Leaning back against the passenger side of a classic Pontiac Firebird with a pair of aviator sunglasses on looking fine as hell in his all black suit and shirt, with his hands in his pockets, was Eddie.

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“I’m not asking for your advice, Steve, I’m just telling you how it is,” Eddie stirred the cream and sugar into his coffee and then sucked the spoon before setting it on the nearby napkin. “I like her.”

Steve Harrington shifted in the red vinyl booth they were in at Maude’s Diner, and held up the large, laminated menu to look at the breakfast specials, a toothpick rolling between his lips, his wayfarer sunglasses on his head.

“She’s different,” Eddie continued. “I can tell she doesn’t realize how attractive she is. I just want to hold her, I can’t explain it.”

Steve’s face was hidden behind the menu, tongue moving the toothpick, concentrating as he spoke. “I understand, man.”

“Wait,” Eddie hovered his brown coffee cup half way to his mouth. “You do? I figured you’d tell me I was losing my shit.”

“Well, you are,” Steve put the menu flat on the table with an air whoosh that flew the ends of Eddie’s hair back over his denim battle vest. “I mean, when the pussy is good, it can fuck any guy up. Hell, I’ve been there. Remember that chick who paid me to go with her for a week to the Florida Keys a few months ago? Damn, I thought she was the one, you know?”

Eddie finally took that sip of his coffee, licking his lips as he sat the cup back down, making a tent with his hand to twirl it in thoughtful circles on the Formica table.

Steve continued. “I still think about her. But she has a serious boyfriend now and all that,” he took his toothpick out and pointed at him with it. “No girl wants to commit to guys in our profession.”

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie was biting the side of his fingernail off as he spoke, concentrating. “But I don’t plan to do this forever. As soon as I get Wayne out of the hole with his medical bills—”

“Aren’t you two handsome boys a sight for sore eyes?” It was Donna, their favorite waitress. Her graying, dishwater blonde hair up in a bun and the red and white Maude’s apron tied in a bow at her back. She hovered her pen over the order pad. “What’ll it be? Lou is in the kitchen, he makes a mean steak and eggs.”

The boys gave her their orders, sprinkled with plenty of that sweet, gigolo charm, and Donna walked away with a spring in each step of her orthopedic shoes.

“Yeah but,” Steve continued after a sip of his orange juice and a smack of his lips. “Why would you want to give this gig up so soon? Plenty of bitches in the sea, man.”

Eddie squinted across the table at him, fingers drumming the table. He didn’t sound like Steve anymore, he sounded more like Billy, another one of their friends who dabbled in the trade.

“You know, you never used to be like this,” Eddie told him, sitting back flush against the squeaky vinyl. There was an ashtray over by the salt n’ pepper shakers and he pulled it closer, tossing his pack of cigs next to it.

“Like what?” Steve blanched. “A guy who likes money and pussy?”

“No,” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, slotting his hands in his armpits. “A guy who is so afraid of connection that he does everything he can to avoid it.”

Steve looked over his shoulder, as if to check to see if the food was coming, to avoid Eddie’s eyes. “Yeah, well, people change.”

The steaming hot plates of food came a couple minutes later, and the boys dug in for a few thoughtful bites in silence, forks and knives slicing and shoveling. A different waitress refilled Eddie’s coffee and he said, “thank you darlin’” as if he were a country western star.

Steve wiped his mouth with his napkin while Earth Angel by The Penguins played softly from the jukebox, a gray haze settling in the atmosphere from all of the other patrons who were smoking cigarettes around them. Outside on the street, a group of bikers on chrome beasts roared by.

“You’re lucky I was busy, or maybe Robin would have referred your girl to me that night,” Steve said around a mouthful of food.

For some reason, that comment set Eddie’s teeth on edge. “Oh I think Robin knew exactly what she was doing when she referred her to me and not you. But keep dreaming, playboy.”

There was a tension in the air as Eddie lit a smoke, and Steve had time to regret his snide remark. “So, are you going to tell her how you feel when you see her tonight, or what?”

Eddie set the cig in the ashtray to smolder while he took another bite of food, chewing as he considered the question. “I invited her to the house last night, asked her to stay, but she ran off so fast, I’m worried I scared her,” he took another drag and then tapped the ash, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth. “But the sex dude, it’s just…mind blowing. I haven’t had this kind of chemistry with someone in years, and I convinced myself she felt it too.”

“You gotta give the girl a break, man,” Steve offered, scratching his chest through his white tee and then combing his fingers through his hair a few times. “She doesn’t know you’re for real, she probably thinks it’s all part of the act. I bet she thinks you’re gonna send her a bill for the whole weekend or something.” Steve chuckled to himself but Eddie wasn’t laughing.

“I told her I never go down on clients, I told her it was special, but I don’t know, she didn’t seem to believe me.”

“Gigolos are notoriously good liars, man. We have to be,” Steve perched his forearms on the table. “I mean, I’ve lost count of how many clients I’ve said ‘I love you’ too just because I knew that’s what they needed to hear.”

Eddie’s eyes widened in shock. “You tell clients you love them?”

“Well,” Steve fussed. “Sometimes I mean it, in the moment, you know?” His eyes went to the table as he wiped his hands off with the napkin. “Sometimes I need it as much as they do.”

Eddie considered Steve’s words as Donna came to remove their plates. “You should tell her,” Steve encouraged sincerely. “Tell her that you like her and want to take her on a real date, and that you don’t want her to pay you for the wedding thing. If she likes you too, hopefully she can wrap her head around the fact that your dick is in a different babe a couple times a month.”

Eddie had already been thinking about this, and so he worked his jaw with a solemn face. “What if she’s not interested in me in that way and I make her uncomfortable? It’s not very professional, and pretty creepy if you ask me.”

“It’s the risks we don’t take, man,” Steve shrugged. He moved his hands as he talked. “Feel it out, don’t just bombard her with it. See how the night goes. When the time is right, you’ll know. Otherwise, you’ll get paid a decent amount for a solid gig, and you had some great sex, so it wasn’t a total loss.”

All the same, Steve’s words were only partially comforting because there was only one way Eddie wanted the evening to go.

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Eddie smiled when he saw you, taking his sunglasses off as he pushed off the Firebird. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned a bit to show the guitar pick necklace he wore, and the suit was perfectly tailored to him, complete with a thin leather belt and silver buckle. You mirrored his cheesy grin, filled with a rush of relief and excitement that no words could express.

“Wait,” your sister balked, eyes darting from you to him. “Is that him? Is that your date?” As good of a person as your sister tried to be, she could not conceal her disbelief that someone like you could snag someone like Eddie.

You waved at him, bolting from the porch and down the steps, ignoring your mother’s voice as best you could as she called out to you. “Where are you going? I thought you were coming with us? Tell him to come up so we can meet him.”

But, you only shouted over your shoulder. “See you over there, mom!”

You trotted up to Eddie at the end of the sidewalk in your heels, almost tipping over, and he took your hand, his eyes sparkling as they darted over you. “Wow, you look —”

“Please,” you whispered urgently, squeezing his thumb. “Get me out of here as fast as you can, and we can talk on the way.”

“As you wish,” Eddie held the door open for you to slide in, scooping the frilly parts of your dress with you. The women were all on the porch staring, mouths agape, and he gave them an open palm. “Ladies. Looking very lovely today,” just as he slammed the metal door and jogged around to the driver’s side.

Eddie snapped his seatbelt across his lap. “You look so damn good, almost got me hard right in front of your family.”

You shrank down in your seat so they couldn’t see you through the window and giggled at his shrill tone. “Serves you right for showing up here when I said to meet me at the venue.”

Eddie revved the engine and pulled from the curb with speedy finesse, adjusting the lapel of his suit jacket. “Went in to visit Robin at the coffee shop earlier today,” he started. “Your friend Nellie was working and she mentioned you might need rescuing from your mother, so I took a shot.”

“What can I say,” you cleared your throat, eyes on the road. “You’re good at your job.”

You noticed he still wore his chunky silver rings with his suit and you appreciated the way he always stayed true to his style. It was hard for you to give compliments, only because you rarely received them, but you did your best. “You look really handsome. I’m happy to see you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eddie’s head turn to look at you, his voice low. “It makes me happy to hear that.”

You chatted about horror movies for a bit, because you were quite the aficionado, and then when the Firebird came to stop at a traffic light, Eddie stretched across, planting his elbow on the console to present his lips to you, making a smooch noise. “Kiss?”

He almost didn’t have to ask because your mouth was already on its way, eyelashes fluttering at the plump, warm welcome of their destination. The light turned green but Eddie was still hovering close, gaze flicking to different areas of your face.

“What?” You asked, slightly paranoid. “Is there something on my—?” You wiped your cheek and your mouth as if you expected to find a lipstick smudge or crumbs.

“You’re perfect,” he soothed. “I just like looking at you, that’s all.”

But then the person behind you honked, and Eddie hit the gas, but also threw a dirty look in the rearview to whoever it was who dared to interrupt such a moment.

You rubbed your lips together, relishing the taste of him, a wild fluttering in your heart.

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“So, I’m a mechanic, and I run my own garage,” Eddie came around to your side to open your door in the winery parking lot, running down the list of things he needed to remember. “It’s actually not a far cry,” he assured you. “I’ve been working on cars since I was a kid.”

You kissed him again when you took his arm, pinning your clutch under your other arm. “I’d like to apologize in advance for my family,” you said glumly. “They’ll probably ask you a bunch of personal questions, and you have my permission to tell them it’s none of their business.”

“Nah,” Eddie nudged you. “I want them to like me.”

You could see the stucco building ahead with a big white gazebo set up in front of lines of white chairs in the garden next to a pond that glimmered in the early evening sun.

Eddie took the lead in more ways than one, and you were so grateful. You’d never felt so protected and sure of yourself in your entire life. He had this way of talking to people like he’d known them for ages, disarming them and charming them in a way that was unfamiliar to you. The usher sat Eddie on the aisle of the row you were in while your mother was next to you, and that was when you made the formal introductions.

Your mom thrust her arm across you to shake his hand. “It’s so rude of my daughter to not tell us more about you. How old are you? How much money does a mechanic make? How long have you two known each other?”

Your eyes glazed over as you wished to god the ceremony would just start already so she could stop talking, but Eddie handled it with such grace and ease. He even offered to switch seats with you so that he could talk to your mother more, mostly just to give you a break from her, and as you stood up to let him scoot into the middle, pulling him in for another kiss to let him know how much you appreciated it.

The wedding itself was lovely, your cousin cried and looked very much in love. Eddie squeezed your hand when he heard you sniffle, passing you a blue and white handkerchief from his back pocket. You had this passing thought that he didn’t have a single flaw, but then you remembered what he did for a living, and the realization that he wasn’t perfect comforted you.

You started drinking as soon as time would allow, clinking your wine glass against Eddie’s beer, taking a few generous swallows on the way to the dining room. Your mother sat across the round table from the two of you, so Eddie finally had a break from her, but now he had one of your aunts to deal with. She was already tipsy, though, so she just kept telling him that he would’ve been her type back when she was his age. Eddie pretended to be flattered, at least you thought he was pretending? The wedding colors were pink and lime green, and you moved the floral centerpiece a few inches to the right so your mother couldn’t stare at you.

By the time the main course was being served, you and Eddie could not keep your hands off of each other. He’d had his hand on your knee under the table the whole time, but as he got bolder, his fingers dipped in under your dress, dragging along your inner thigh, until his knuckle was moving at your slit. Your breath hitched and you squirmed, making him pull his hand away, but you caught his wrist to let him know not to stop.

Your nylons and underwear were creating a barrier that you desperately wanted to be rid of to give him full access. You spread your knees open as far as you could without touching your neighbor, inviting him deeper. Your panties were soaked by the time he pulled away to use both hands to cut his steak, and then he choked on his bite when your hand slipped under the curtain of the chartreuse tablecloth to palm his cock through his pants. He was hard, and it made your hole clench around nothing where you sat, staring across the room at where the bride and groom sat with their party, offering a tight, distant smile.

Normally, being so bold was not your style. But he was, indeed, yours for the night, wasn’t he? He’d signed off on this, and he’d been so damn good to you all night, your body ached for him. After the lights dimmed and the DJ called the bride and groom to the floor for the first dance, you stood up and took him by the elbow, urging him to join you for a slow dance to You Were Meant For Me by Jewel. His cloth napkin fell from his lap to the ground when he stood, and like a gentleman, he had to bend over to pick it up first and set it on his chair, excusing himself to the others.

“I was planning on saving my dancing energy for Slayer,” Eddie said, trapping you in his arms, flush to his chest, feet carrying you in a slow circle. Your cheek was at his shoulder, your nose inhaling the woodsy scent of his shampoo.

“We can start the mosh pit,” you assured, to which he tightened his arm around you. You planted a kiss on his throat above his collar and Eddie closed his eyes, remembering Steve’s advice and feeling like the opportunity was approaching.

Halfway through the song, there was a tap at your shoulder and Eddie stiffened.

“I thought that was you, Eddie,” a female voice cooed. “Fancy meeting you here.”

You turned to see a beautiful blonde woman with striking green eyes, pin straight hair down past her shoulders, and a serious rack pushed up in her slim, turquoise dress giving Eddie the hungriest eyes you’d ever seen. She was older, 40’s maybe, and your attention flicked from him to her, taking note of how uncomfortable he suddenly was, locking his palm to your lower back so you wouldn’t go anywhere.

With deep reluctance, Eddie introduced the two of you, and the woman winked, whispering, “I’m one of his clients, too.”

Your blood ran cold.

You had no idea who this woman was, possibly from the groom’s side of the family, but your mind raced to figure it out, the need to run screaming out of the building itching in your veins. Your worst fear had come true: someone knew your secret and you’d soon be outed as paying a gigolo to be your date.

“Wait,” Eddie snatched you close as you tried to walk away. He took your hand, nodding his head in your direction. “This is my, um, girlfriend.”

“Oh?” The woman was painfully shocked and confused. “Does this mean you’re no longer offering your...services? I was going to see if you were available to go to Chicago with me next month.”

Eddie leaned toward her, trying to whisper. “I’ll refer you to Steve or Billy, but later, okay? Not here.”

“Oh of course, of course,” she winked again, almost as if she had a tick. She squeezed your arm as she went by, her eyes on Eddie. “You’re a lucky girl. He’s the best.”

The Jewel song ended, replaced by Unbelievable by EMF and you freed yourself from Eddie’s grasp to bolt out of the main dining room, pushing through groups of people and dodging tables. Eddie was on your heels, jogging up just as you went around the corner, clutching your stomach.

“Hey,” he touched your arm, tilting his head to look in your eyes, his hair falling off his shoulder. “I’m really sorry…about that, and for the girlfriend thing. I just didn’t want her to think that—”

“That I’m paying you to be here with me?” Your words came out a bit louder than you’d meant them to and a couple walking into the party snapped their heads in your direction. “Why not, it’s the truth.”

“Come here,” he took your hand, pulling you behind him, checking around for a place you could talk privately. The restrooms were busy with people in and out, one door was locked, but the door at the other side of the reception area opened into a living room with a fireplace, a master bathroom, and a bunch of makeup, champagne, and clothes everywhere that you assumed belonged to the bride and her friends.

Eddie called out to make sure no one else was in there, and then he locked the door behind him. Your anxiety was through the roof, but you’d learned fairly recently that there was one thing that could cure it.

“Listen I—” Eddie closed in on you, wanting to explain, but you met him with a different type of urgency, clutching the front of his shirt and pulling his mouth to yours.

“Please fuck me,” you begged. “That’s what I want right now.”

“But I want to make sure you—”

“Please, Eddie,” you whined, running your fingers along the outline of his cock. You were possessed, and Eddie didn’t mind it. He was caught off guard, sure, but he was quick to sit down on the couch and pull you with him, spinning you around so that you were in his lap, back flush to his chest, facing the unlit fireplace.

You scrambled to pull the taffeta of your dress up, pooling it up at your waist, and Eddie’s hand slid down to find the heat between your legs. You arched your head back and his lips tickled the shell of your ear. “Are you my eager girl?”

You whimpered, nodding, too impatient to properly take your nylons off, so you tugged at the material, slashing them open at the crease in your thigh with a few rips, exposing the tell-tale wet spot on your underwear, and Eddie’s hand dove right for it. Rolling your body, you turned your head to meet his kiss while the pads of his fingers unraveled you, pushing the material aside to groan at what he found there. You rode your ass up and down on his cock, feeling it grow beneath you.

He hissed a few dirty things in your ear, and you spun around to drop to your knees on the floor between his legs, working frantically at his belt and zipper to free his now throbbing length.

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie hissed, but then you yanked his boxers down, and your mouth found the soft underside of his tip, glistening already, and sucked it in, twirling your tongue. His head rolled on the back of the couch as you worked your hand and mouth down a few times, saliva running down your fingers and to his patch of hair at the base. You licked the tip and kissed it, and then wrapped your lips around it again.

Wannabe by Spice Girls could be heard on the other side of the building as all the girls on the dance floor screamed. Eddie’s cock popped out of your mouth when he pulled your head up to kiss you, urging your back flat to the floor, and then you were coaxing him on top, bending your knees up and spreading your legs wide, opening yourself for him.

Was this the moment? Eddie wondered, fingering your underwear to the side, sliding the tip of his length up and down your slit, while you bit your lip and bucked your hips, greedy for it.

“Hey, I need to say something,” he braced one hand by your shoulder, finding your eyes.

“Right now?” You breathed, your hole pulsing, nearly sucking him in.

“It’s important,” and he emphasized it by slapping your pussy with his thick cock, watching the way your face lit up at the impact. “I really like you.”

You swallowed hard, not prepared for such sincerity. “I like you, too,” you managed.

Eddie sat back on his heels, pinning your legs on either side of him, fingers spread out on your thighs, chocolate eyes flicking around your face. “I don’t want you to pay me for tonight. And I want to take you out again, after this. I want you to get to know me because this isn’t who I am.”

Something in his tone suggested that he anticipated a rejection, but you just frowned curiously. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that too.”

“Really?” Eddie balked, thrusting so that his tip tapped your entrance, making your mouth seize open.

“Yes, really,” you scooted your hips toward him. “Please fuck me now?”

Eddie fell forward, bracing his forearm by your head, tips of his hair grazing your cheek while his cock sank in, making you both curse. “Goddamn,” he gasped, tongue parting your lips, his entire body trembling. “To feel you with my skin is everything.”

He worked your clit with his thumb and after all the build up, it wasn't long before you were already on the verge.

“Babybabybaby…fuck,” you cried out, slamming your pelvis up to meet him.

“God I love the way you feel,” Eddie grunted, pausing for a second so he wouldn’t cum too fast, but then you were chanting his name, warm wet walls milking him as the orgasm rolled through you, and he was barely able to pull out in time. He sat back to work the exploding head with a few hand pumps, ropes of hot cum shooting onto the shredded material of your ripped nylons, shivering and moaning as he did so.

That was when the door on the other side of the room, the one you forgot to lock, flew open to the sound of women chattering. You’d heard the voices getting closer, but in the heat of the moment, hadn’t planned on there being a second entrance. You tilted your head back, chin up, to give an upside-down greeting to the horrified faces of the bride, her mother, and a couple of the bridesmaids. The Macarena song blared loud enough to shake the foundation of the building.

With his dick still fisted in one hand, Eddie waved with the other. “Hey, ladies, great party.”

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The two of you took off out of the building like a shot after you were discovered. Racing across the pavement on bare feet, your shoes in one hand, and Eddie’s hand in the other, his open belt flapping loose at his hip. His hair flying out behind him, as both of you did a poor job of containing the cries of amusement and squeals of unbridled joy.

Inside Eddie’s Firebird, you were both laughing so hard, there were tears rolling down your cheeks. Eddie had the radio on, and the song The Flame by Cheap Trick was playing.

“Do it again,” you snorted. “Make the face.”

And then, on cue, Eddie’s face contorted into the exact expression your aunt made when she walked in on the fornicating, his fists tight around the steering wheel. Your cousin, and her two bridesmaids had chuckled, averting their gaze. But your elderly aunt? You were sure she would never be the same, and probably tried to bleach her eyes out later.

“Oh god, that was so horrible,” you put your head back against the seat, your hands over your face, and then you slid them down to rest at your clavicle. “But also, the best thing that could’ve ever happened.” You never knew how good it would feel to rebel in that way. Of course, your aunt was probably explaining it all to your mother at that very moment, and the two would speculate on your “mental issues” for the rest of the evening. The beauty of it was, for the first time in your life, you really did not care. There was something about the way Eddie looked at you and treated you that made you feel like you weren’t as damaged as your family made you out to be. With Eddie at your side, you felt invincible; you felt free.

Eddie turned his head to the side to fix his gaze on you and put his hand out, palm up for you to take. Thoughtfully, you matched up your palm with his and intertwined your fingers. “You looked so beautiful tonight. I was really proud to be there with you.” He took a thoughtful pause and then: “So did you mean what you said earlier? Can I take you on a real date?”

Your cheeks exploded with heat, unable to maintain eye contact. “Eddie, I really do like you, but it’s just—-”

You moved your jaw from side to side, stare fixed on the other cars parked in the lot. “---I’m not sure how comfortable I’ll be knowing you’re sleeping with all of these other women.”

Eddie blew out a hard exhale, releasing your hand to fidget with a coin on the console. “Yeah, I was afraid of that. I don’t blame you, I’m not comfortable with it either.” He sat back to plant his hands at his knees. His suit jacket was off, and his black shirt was unbuttoned further down his chest. “I want you to know that I never planned on doing this forever. My uncle—uncle Wayne—his insurance is shit and he’s been paying out the nose for cancer treatments, so this is how I help him with that. The jobs I’m skilled to do out in the real world could never pay this well. Besides, it’s hard for me to be intimate with other people when I…when I have feelings for someone.”

You turned in your seat to look at him and brought your knee up, searching his profile. “What if you end up having feelings for one of your clients? I think that would always worry me.”

He turned in his seat to face you, honey brown eyes dark and earnest. “Listen, I understand your concern baby, but I’ve been doing this for almost 3 years now? I’ve never wanted someone the way I wanted you that first night.”

You let that sink in, your mind tripping over the “almost 3 years” part, trying to calculate how many sexual partners he’s had during that time. You reasoned that the sex worker profession was as old as time, and there were plenty of people out there who slept around a lot but didn’t get paid for it. As a single man, and as handsome as he was, Eddie could've easily had sex with just as many women, and would you hold it against him then?

“I don’t want to scare you off,” his jaw muscles tightened. “But I’ve been looking for a reason to get out of the gigolo trade, and I think I found it.”

“I’m going crazy

I’m losing sleep

I’m in too far

I’m in way too deep

Over you”

“What about this,” he reached out for your hand again. “What if we keep it casual and get to know each other as friends until I get a new job, find another way to make a living,” his gaze was on your held hands, his thumb caressing yours. “Would you wait for me?”

“I don’t know about that,” your words came out on an exhale. Eddie closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable rejection. “I don’t know if I could keep this casual, to be honest. I think I already like you too much.”

“You’ll always be the one

You were the first

You’ll be the last”

His eyes shot open, and a smile hitched up one side of his mouth. “Yeah, I don’t think I could, either.”

You chuckled softly, and then chewed a bit at your bottom lip. “This is very new territory for me, and I think we should take it one day at a time,” you reasoned. “I don’t want my boyfriend to be having sex with other women, but I also don’t want to lose you.”

“Your boyfriend?” Eddie grinned, teasing you with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

You playfully tried to free your hand from his grasp, but he only snatched you closer, catching your cheek with his other hand. He swept his thumb across your cheekbone and rubbed his nose along yours, barely skimming your lips with his. “What do you say? You wanna be my girl?”

You covered his hand with yours, a happy sob hitching in your throat. “With all my heart.”

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A/N: This adorable story has been very soothing for me to write, and even though the "official" story is finished, I already have some plans for blurbs and maybe a one shot down the road. My ask box is always open if there are certain scenarios you'd like to read more about when it comes to these two sweethearts. I'd also LOVE to do a gigolo!Steve version, but do not have immediate plans for it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to those who cared enough about this story to comment and reblog! it really is a big deal to us, your fic writers ❤️

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ed-mnsn · 2 years

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losing your virginity to eddie munson hc

pairing: eddie munson x afab reader

warnings: smut! 18+ minors dni

summary: you lose your virginity to eddie munson and he takes care of you for sure

whether you guys are dating or just hooking up he never pressures you

anything you guys do he makes sure you’re comfortable with

when he found out you were a virgin he was surprised but also really wanted to make it special for you

it literally touched his heart that you trusted him enough that way

eddies a fantastic kisser and he gets you pliant in his arms

something about his mouth is magic in multiple ways

hes so good at working you up and turning you on

he takes all the time in the world

hes completely focussed on you and your pleasure

eddie is so into foreplay and he literally will not have sex ever without it

he likes working you open slowly and sweetly with his fingers

it drives him insane how wet you get for him

he makes you come multiple times before you even have sex

again he’s taking his time with you, kissing every inch of your body

slowly takes off your clothes

he LOVES eating you out

you taste amazing, feel amazing, sound amazing

he would actually be happy to die with your thighs around his head

he’s not letting you do anything to him, bc tonights about you

asks you 50 times if you’re sure you wanna do this

“say the word and i’ll stop, no questions asked.”

lays down a towel just in case you bleed

he’s not phased at all really, he just wants you to be as comfortable as possible and make sure your first time is a good experience

tells you it might hurt a little bit and says he’s gonna stay at your pace

when he lines up with your entrance he can see that you’re tense so he kisses you until you relax

he slides in painfully slow

you’re clenching around him and he can tell its not comfortable

your nose is scrunched up, fingers gripping his shoulder really tight

he grabs your hand, kisses all of your fingers while you adjust to him being inside you

he’ll reach down and rub slow circles into your clit to distract from the pain and it works

after a few minutes of kinda just laying there you ask him to start moving a little bit, slowly

ge experimentally gives a little thrust, barely pulling out of you before going back in

it still stings but there's this dull sort of pleasure, that you can almost feel but not quite

you just urge him to keep going like that for a bit

it takes time but he really doesn’t mind

he’ll be kissing your face, rubbing his hands lightly all over you when finally, finally, finally, the sting dissipates

you gasp almost when the pleasure hits you

“eddie!”

he gets scared and literally stops dead in his tracks

“you okay babe? talk to me, what’s wrong?”

you’re blushing furiously, and yes, he’s fingered you before, he’s made you come, pleasured you

but never like this

he was literally balls deep inside of you, and the pleasure was seeping into your core like a hot stream

you smile into his shoulder

“actually feels good”

he blows air through his nose

“want me to move some more?”

“please.”

he’ll increase his pace a little bit, but he’s still going slow

its sensual, the way he’s fucking into you

every thrust is thought out and calculated, trying to find what you like best

he’ll move your legs around, lift your hips, and you’re kinda just going along with it, unsure of what he’s trying to do

and then it hits you

he hits that spot

god you see stars

you moan loudly, almost a sob as he hits it repeatedly

“that‘s it, good girl.”

he loves praising you

you can't believe he’s making you feel this good

you’re cursing now, gripping any part of his body you can find

he’s pounding you harder now, deeper

there's a fire in your gut and you need it so badly

need him so badly

your hips start to stutter and eddie watches as your eyes roll back

“stay with me babe, you look so good like this.”

and you’re unraveling in his arms, licking his neck, kissing him, panting hotly into his mouth

his fingers find your clit again, rubbing so perfectly that you can barely hold back anymore

“i got you, you gonna come for me?” his voice is so sweet and hot and he’s panting too at this point

his hips are erratic and you can tell he’s holding back so you can come first

and you certainly do

you can't help but cry out, saying his name over and over again as you come

his arms are wrapped around, working you through your orgasm

he holds you close to his chest, still fucking into you as you shudder in his arms, face buried, nearly biting in the crook of his neck

the literal best orgasm you’ve ever had in your life

he comes right after you do, still in your fucked out state of bliss when he pulls out and comes on your stomach

he’s hovering over you, dopey smile on his face

“that’s my girl, you did so good.”

you didn’t think it was possible for your pussy to clench after that but it did

you’re blushing, smiling into his mouth and he won't stop asking you if you’re okay, if he did okay, if you actually enjoyed it

and you’re telling him he’s an idiot because obviously you enjoyed it

he used his discarded shirt to wipe you down, not even thinking twice about it

he lays next to you, holding you sweetly, whispering pretty words in your ear and making you laugh

you praise him for how good he made you feel

“what, little old me?”

“there's nothing little about you, munson.”

and now you have him blushing

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sugarsblurbs · 1 year

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Ok here are some of my sfw virgin!eddie blurbs/headcannons. I have more somewhere on my phone I just have to find them🙂

You are virgin!eddie first everything, his first girlfriend, first kiss, first person to hold his hand, first girl to hug him.

Virgin!Eddie gives sloppy kisses. It is tongue and teeth. You have to teach him to kiss.

Virgin!Eddie will ask to hold your hand every time

Virgin!Eddie doesn’t know where to put his hands while cuddling so at first he just hovers over your body

Virgin!Eddie is “the way to a man’s heart is through is stomach” type he loves home cooked meals

Virgin!Eddie inviting you to one of his gigs. He decates a rock love song to you but made the mistake of making eye contact with you and messing up on the chords

Virgin!Eddie chases after your kisses

Virgin!Eddie is putty in your hands

Virgin!Eddie brain would short circuit if you sat in his lap

Virgin!Eddie would be the most touch starved mf there is

Virgin!Eddie gets so attached to you that he has to sneak into your window to sleep, because you guys fell asleep one time while watching a movie and since then he couldn’t sleep without you

Virgin!Eddie closes his eyes when you are changing

Virgin!Eddie says sorry when he accidentally touch you butt

When kissing virgin!eddie his legs start to shake like thumpers

Like this

Virgin!Eddie would brag to the hellfire club that his girl as a rocking hot body knowing damn well he hasn’t even since you in a bathing suit

Virgin!Eddie asked you out because Erica kept on bullying him about his crush on you

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roanniom · 2 years

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you're 100% right 😌 Eddie is canonically a virgin and therefore has probably practiced and fantasized about eating pussy for years while former King Steve didn't really have to worry about pleasing his partner until semi-recently. Eddie would spend hours down there perfectly content

I completely agree. Steve wouldn’t have had to be good - though I absolutely love him from season 2 on, we all saw his vibe and how he immediately fell asleep afterwards in season 1. It’s something I think he’ll work toward and since Steve is good at everything I feel like he’d ultimately be great.

But the Eddie that I have in my head off of what has been given to us - he wants your soul to leave your body. He wants it more than he wants to get off himself. Takes a smug satisfaction in the way you break apart under his mouth and the fact that you are so responsive to his touch. He needs to do this for you. And he needs it to be mind blowing.

INTERESTING, however, regarding the idea of Eddie canonically being a virgin. I’ve seen different people have different takes on that. What do we think, you guys?

#eddie munson discourse #Eddie munson smut #Eddie munson x reader #idk if I’ve 100% formed an opinion myself about him being a virgin or not #anon #Steve harrington discourse

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ridestomars · 2 years

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thinking about having a smoke sesh with steve & eddie and how chaotic it would be. i totally see their personalities just switching once they hit that blunt: steve would get extremely unhinged, trying to surf on any flat surface he sees and just singing madonna off-key, attempting to start a sing-along. while eddie would get so hyped about ufo's, talking about every single one of the conspiracy theories that he's heard of (kind of his and it runs on water, man! moment), and of course, trying to start a communist party of hawkins.

#but honestly just think about them singing madonna - like a virgin together #and eddie trying to do metal high notes that don't go along with the song at all *sighs dreamily*#eddie is the type to roll a heart shaped tip joint just for you #i CAN elaborate on that #i love them <3 #literally my dream duo #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #liv talks #liv talks about stevie #liv talks about eddie #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stevie <3 #liv writes #eddie <3

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nikkisheep · 2 years

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I don't know how (Part 2)

Steve harrington x virgin fem. reader

Warnings: innocent kink, corruption kink, handjob, innocent reader, virgin reader, best friend Steve, dirty talk, oral (m)

Tags: @daddymando69

Summary: After the last lesson with Steve, you decide that you wanted to know more. But this time, how to make a guy feel good.

Touching one's self is a pleasure. Not only does it feel good but it helps you explore your own body without eyes on you. Never did you think of all the pleasure you could feel just by touching in between your legs. Since the day you explored yourself for the first time, you have felt constant pleasure. You crave it. You need it.

It's been days since you had done that act with Steve and you remember feeling a bulge in his pants and you wanted to know more about it. You were going over to Steve's party tomorrow and that's when you decided that you were going to ask. You were just simply curious. And you were drawn to Steve like a moth to a flame. Begging to feel the heat just slightly before you burn to ash from the flame.

You showered three times since the afternoon and you were very excited but doubt started flooding your mind, drowning all confidence you once had. Practicing your make-up and modeling what you were going to wear, you blast Madonna.

Showering once again, you shave, moistorise everything that needs to be. You decide to wear your hair as wavy curls and found the sluttiest dress you could find. It was a plunging V-neck and was red. Lipstick to match and a bit of black eyeliner, you were ready to go. Tugging on your red heels, you leave for the party.

Upon arriving, you notice there is no one in the driveway. Maybe you arrived early. Anyone who passed up a chance to go to a Steve Harrington's party was either stupid or just stupid. Knocking on the door, there came no answer. Then the double doors open, revealing a smirking Steve Harrington.

"Hey baby," He smiled.

"Where is everyone?" You ask, making your way through the house.

"Well don't you clean up nicely."

"Steve, where's the party?"

"About that, there was no party."

"What?"

"There is no party. Never was going to be a party." He shrugged.

"Then why did you invite the whole town?"

"I didn't. I had Robin tell you that so you would come over and talk to me," He said as if you were supposed to already know that.

"Since you lied to me, Steve, you owe me a lesson."

"Wha-"

"You owe me a lession. You said you would teach me and what better time then now," I told him.

"Now hang on, baby, you sure you want another lession?"

"Stop calling me baby and fucking teach me how to take care of a man," I demand.

"But these lessons are about you learning-"

"Yes, me learning and I think I could do a lot more learning if I had a more hands-on kind of thing."

Steve shakes his head in disbelief that this was his best friend talking. He never knew what he was getting himself into but he wants to continue. To run her innocence, to corrupt her.

You lead the way to the bedroom and Steve was following behind you like a lost puppy. Looking behind you, seeing Steve ready to pounce on your body was arousing enough.

Walking into the room, you turn to him and see his hair already a mess. You walk up to him and place your hands on his chest.

"Teach me, Stevie." Doe eyes looking into his own.

Lips parted, he places his hands onto your lower back. Electricity sparks, as if you touched water with a static charge. His warm breath fans across your face. You wanted to kiss him but if you did, will you ever pull away. We started walking backwards to the bed and you laid him down. Hands wandering each other's body, mapping everything to memory. Never wanting to forget.

"Take off your shirt, please." You tell him.

"Oh baby, you are so sweet for asking." He takes it off, arms flexing in the motion.

Pushing on his chest, you lean down and lick a strip up his neck. His skin tasted salty but sweet. You were already addicted.

"Okay, so you want to know how to pleasure a man?"

"Yes, please."

"Oh god, princess, you sound so innocent. Begging me to teach you how to touch a man. Naughty girl," He groans.

"I'm not naughty," You protest.

"That's right, you are my sweet innocent best friend." He coos.

Nodding your head, he shifts you in between his legs.

"Now, kissing the waist helps stimulate the nerves and leaves him begging for more," Steve says.

Leaning down, your soft, pink lips brush against his hip bones. His hips jut up and you press down on his crotch, not meaning to of course. He lets out a low moan.

"Stevie?''

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Can I touch you?"

Oh how your voice was laced with thick lust but still sounded heavenly. Your words and actions were sinful but you looked like an angel begging for forgiveness. How could Steve deny his innocent best friend when she was begging to touch him? He just couldn't.

"Pull down my pants and blow lightly onto my dick."

Once you had gotten him out of his pants, you stare at his crotch. Red and leaking, it looked like it was weeping to be touched, to be sucked.

"Spit on your hand," He says.

A glob of spit falls from your sinful mouth. You catch it in your mouth and place it on his cock.

"Move your hand up and down, steadily."

Pumbing your hand, Steve moans at the feeling.

"S-So good."

Pumping harder and faster, you add a twist at the top. When Steve bucked into your hand with a moan of how good you were doing, you gasped at the sensation of wetness collecting in your pink panties. Oh how innocent and easy to corrupt you were.

"Look at you, touching your best friend and being turned on by it." A moan from you.

"Just wanted to make you feel good Stevie."

"And you are. Making me feel so good. Fuck, so good. Making me want to cum on your pretty face huh." Another moan.

"Fuck yeah, you like that. Want me to ruin that pretty face, paint you white with my fucking babies?" He groaned, getting closer to his orgasm.

"Not my face, Stevie."

"Of course not, baby. Maybe on those tits. Paint you real pretty, take a picture?" You moaned at the feeling of his pre-cum leaking onto your hand.

"No, I want to cum in your mouth. Claim that virgin mouth before anyone else. Such a slut for your best friend," He moaned, mind to far gone to realize what he was saying.

You wanted to see what he meant so you placed your mouth onto the tip and sucked softly. Steve swore he felt his soul leaving his body. Once you got a taste, you didn't want to let go. You started sucking harder and taking more into your mouth. Gagging when he hit the back of your mouth, gaining a hiss from Steve who looked like he was trying so hard to not take you right then.

"Fuck, going to make me cum in that hot mouth. Fuck you feel so good. Wonder what that pussy feels like because I don't think this can get any-any better," He chokes out.

"Cum for me Steve," You say, going back down on him. Cock hitting the back of your throat, you swallow his down. You look up him and that's all it takes before he floods your mouth. There is so much of him that his cum starts dribbling out of your mouth and sliding down his dick.

You pull of him and he lets out a breath. He tasted so good. And smelt good too.

"Are you sure you have never done this before?"

"How many times do I have to tell you, no I haven't?"

"Goddamn you are amazing. So good for me, baby."

"Oh stop, Steve. If I was that good, then why were you saying all those things?"

"Because it's true. You are horny for me, you crave me."

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x virgin reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things #steve harrington x reader smut

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shybunnie20 · 6 months

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Late Fee on Love - Oct. 27

Eddie Munson x Alt!Fem!Reader

Eddie seeks Steve's assistance in wooing you, but his plan takes an unexpected turn.

★Late Fee on Love ★My Masterlist

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ghostlyfleur · 5 months

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okay but steve harrington + shy! innocent! crybaby-ish reader where he is like play fighting with her and tickling her to the point where he’s pinned her down and she’s laughing so cute! but secretly, the weight of her boy on top of her and his hands all over her thighs and stomach, is making her rlly rlly wet 🥹

she’s like “steveee stop tickling me!” bc she can’t take it anymore and he does! but he also fully takes his weight off of her which makes her start huffing and whining for him to come back, grabby hands shooting out at him. steve is confused, ofc, like “honey i thought you wanted me to stop?” and she’s so embarrassed covering her face, squeezing her thighs and almost, if not, crying in frustration.

steve pulls her hands off her face to see her eyes, laying back down on her body when her legs spread open again, looking at her to explain further, but all she can do is whine that “it hurts s’bad stevie”.

he’s confused for a moment but then he glances down and her ridden-up oversized t-shirt reveals the wet spot forming on her panties. he presses a big kiss on his angel’s lips before cooing on her mouth, lightly touching her clothed cunt, “aw honey you wanted me to stop bc your lil pussy got all wet f’me, huh? is that what you were trying to say?”

to which she responds something like “wanted y’to stop ticklin’ me, not to stop touching me :,(“! steve finds his lovely girl so adorable, he makes sure to take good care of her afterwards, like always! maybe even mocking her just a bit from getting so turned on from a little tickling 🫠

holy shiiiiit — normal sized font below the cut

this is definitely soft dom!daddy!steve…

like he’s so doting and caring and careful and affectionate, always spoiling and praising his angel, being all playful and funny and silly like he always is— and the two are best friends, don’t get it twisted! they’re dating, but they’re still the best of friends… they banter and play fight and mock each other, share secrets and personal thoughts and feelings and they gossip together, play pranks on each other… all the good best friend things…

so they’re very close. very. loyal and devoted and completely obsessed with each other. as much as steve’s sweet girl loves to dote on him and take care of him, it’s more so her stevie’s self-assigned job to care for his baby.

and so steve buys her flowers, takes her on cute dates, is always looking out for her and can’t help his casual dominance, tying her shoes and carrying her places sometimes and brushing her hair and treating her like a little doll, his little doll. slowly acclimates her to what being in a relationship is like, he’s so so patient.

but he’s so hungry for her, it drives him insane how oblivious she is to the affect she has on him, how fucking adorable and clueless she is but also so very eager to please— because that’s all she wants, to be stevie’s good girl, to make him feel safe and loved and cared for, to make him feel good. but she gets greedy easily now… now that steve has ingrained in her mind that he truly wants her and loves her, that he’s all hers, that he wants to spoil her, marry her and make her his little wife, and spend his entire life with her!!!!!! her! his best friend! his person! they’re soulmates after all!!!!!!

her shyness stays, it’s just who she is (and steve finds it so fucking cute he has to constantly hold himself back from cooing at her all the time), but she’s just so horny for her stevie and doesn’t know how to say it ‘cause she’s so embarrassed and flustered and unsure and finds it hard to voice her needs and wants, so it manifests into tears. whenever she wants something from her stevie she gets all soft and small and pouty, grabbing at him and whining and holding his fingers to get his attention, and steve coos at her, can’t help it, his sweet angel girl so needy, and he always wants to give her the world, right? that’s his baby! she deserves to be spoiled! but her stevie is very clear in his rules— you have to speak up, tell him what you want, communicate. that’s very important to him.

and yeah, in theory his angel thinks it’s perfect, the communication and attention and how safe it makes her feel, but she physically can’t speak up when her stevie is making her feel all these sweet, intense, pretty feelings that she’s never felt before, even though she knows her stevie, her daddy, will always give her whatever she wants 😖 she just gets so pouty and teary-eyed and huffs and puffs, crossing her arms or stomping her foot like a spoiled brat until she’s so desperate bc her stevie is adamant she has to tell him what she wants before he does anything, that he’ll give her whatever she wants if she asks for it, that she whines and mumbles and asks him “pretty please, daddy” and steve is gone.

when her perfect, incredible, dreamy stevie is playing around with her, after she teases him or mocks him or they pretend-fight, or when they’re joking around, he’ll tickle her ‘cause she has the cutest little giggles, even though her laugh is kind of weird— sometimes loud, sometimes silent, sometimes she’ll fall down from laughing so hard. still, he loves it. it’s his favorite sound in the world, along with her little needy noises. it’s always different and funny and steve loves finding out what kind of laugh he’ll get out of his sweet girl that day, so he tickles. and if there’s one thing about his angel is that she loves using him as a weighted blanket, loves his weight on her, pressing her down and molding their bodies together, so that coupled with how his hands are all over her body, fingers gripping her and poking at her, his bulge rubbing against her, she gets needy. wet. very greedy. but if her stevie gets up or pulls away or sits back????? away from her????? she’ll turn into such a crybaby, like it’s the most insulting thing he could ever do, to pull away.

and steve knows. he knows how much she’s taken to steve being all over her, making her feel good, letting her explore and learn what they both like, being the only one to touch her and her him, but she still carries this air of innocence and softness and inexperience that drives him up the wall. the little looks she gives him and the shy smiles and the eagerness. she’ll be the horniest little minx, crawling up his lap and rubbing her cunt against his thigh, but will also hide her face and whimper and get all shy even if steve is balls deep inside her.

the duality of her never fails to disarm him completely. steve definitely tickles his angel sometimes when he wants to rile her up and get her needy for him— he thinks she’s clueless about it, but soon it turns into this thing where steve has pretty much conditioned her to turn into a needy little mess whenever he starts tickling her— she gets wet instantly now.

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love-toxin · 2 years

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Current steddie theme + virgin/nerd Steve

Both "freak of Hawkins" Eddie and "freak in the sheets" darling working Stevie through his first time, helping him take eddie while giving angelface the best dick he can manage. All overwhelmed and teary-eyed from getting all the love in the world, and being totally overestimulated in the best way possible.

it's a comical, albeit disturbing sight for the god-fearing people of Hawkins. the freak of the town; demon-communing, blood-drinking, rock and roll Eddie Munson, and the resident slut of Hawkins; sexually promiscuous, scantily clad, rumoured homewrecker you. seeing you together is entertainment enough, but when you two start clinging to the big, beefy arms of local sweetheart and handsome king Steve Harrington, you immediately piss off all his fans and cause worry for all the people around him. he must be too nice and naïve to entertain the likes of you two, or maybe Eddie is threatening him, or maybe you're seducing him into hanging around you both--the town collectively has no idea that Steve likes you two, or that it was by his begging and whimpering alone for you and Eddie to help him lose his virginity that he started stealing away with you two in the night.

and don't you ever. poor, sweet Stevie has no idea he's going to experience the sexual awakening of a lifetime--the slow introduction he gets from you two is near painful for him, he keeps begging for more when he gets a taste and you guys seem to think he's just so breakable, so you're taking your time to ease him in. it's maddening. Eddie's long, thick fingers feel so good inside him, and your soft, flexing tongue on his cock wipes every thought clear from his mind like an eraser on a blackboard, and he just wants more, more, more.

it quickly becomes a game more than anything else. you and Eddie tease him endlessly, you know you're gonna get a reaction out of him so you pull all his strings and push all his buttons that you can discover. at first, you jokingly tell him you'll make love in front of him so he can see how it's done for real, and not just in magazines--but then Steve's pulling his dorky little notepad out and scribbling notes, and you two lose yourselves in it a little because fucking hell it feels even better to fuck each other's brains out when Stevie's watching and shifting those legs around to hide his erection. only after that do you start touching him, teasing him over his pants, groping his chest because it feels good, doesn't it, big boy? it's not just girls that can have their tits played with--Eddie's especially determined to show him it can feel good by laying Steve back and sucking on each nipple one at a time, moving between the two and tweaking the other when he's busy with one, those big, dusky eyes staring up at him so intensely that Steve can barely keep himself from rocking his hips up into him. and you're so sweet, easing him in by touching yourself for him, encouraging him to do the same, reminding him that he can do what feels good--you hold out your hands and let him hump the little space you make between, the tip bumping against your mouth and those little sorries he cries out disappearing when you lick him for the first time. over time, Stevie feels like he's being corrupted by you two--and he loves it.

because while you're both nasty, perverted, lewd, you're also such genuine, kind people with more than just one side to you. sure, you make him cum so hard he nearly blacks out--but when you're done, you clean him up and teach him about aftercare, you talk about consent and give him a safe word so he doesn't feel pressured. you smile at him and offer your ear when he needs help, because it's not just sex you're after, and it's not just sex that you're good for--you want companionship, love, and you're more apt to give it than receive it because you just want to give something you've never had much of. and Eddie might tug him around, spill dirty words in his ear while he fucks him, and make fun of him to no end--but when the moment is right he's sweet, he's gentle, and he's not scary in the least. his music is softer if Steve listens closely, the words hold more yearning than they do death or destruction or satanism. and when you aren't around, Eddie speaks so sweetly of you, like you're an angel descended from heaven and not the gross, lowlife slut that people think you are--and when Eddie looks back at him with that loving look in his eyes, Steve realizes that Eddie probably talks about him the same way, and if he wasn't already in love then he certainly would be now.

you're not at all like people whisper about you behind your backs--you take care of him, you love him, and you never make him feel like he's as naïve as people say he is for associating with you two. you both know what it's like to be told that you're worthless, that you're nothing but a bad influence, and an example for the people of Hawkins of what happens when you stray from god or indulge in desires outside the norm. and you would never pass that on to someone you love, and god, is Steve ever happy that he's that person.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader x eddie #virgin!steve harrington #spicy writing #ellie writes #anons

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emsgoodthinkin · 8 months

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~ never did this before | virgin!Eddie Munson x virgin! Thick!Fem Reader \\ modern au

This story is based off the song Wet Dreamz by Jcole **recommend listening to it first to understand the story// can be perceived/read regardless if you are a poc; as I am mixed ♡ [descriptions of reader having tan skin and brown eyes; so it meets in the middle if you are a poc or not]

• Summary: after weeks of flirting and crushing on each other, you finally pop a serious question into your bestfriend Eddie’s head, and he has a hard time providing you with an honest answer // this is more like a rom com

• Warnings: MDNI; smut (not too explicitly) fluff, both kinda experienced? soft Eddie, cocky Eddie, sassy reader, brief mentions of smoking and drinking, he’s a little bit of a perv, masturbation, 69, protected piv, premature ejaculation, heavy petting, grinding, confessions, slight insecure thoughts? (both are 18+) word count :3.4k //sry 4 errors

Eddie’s Pov

Calculus. The last class of the day. My favorite class overall.

There she sat, giggling on her phone, showing me silly photos she took of her dog Skittle, the sun shining just right on her honey toned tanned skin, hair laying just as perfect as ever in that simple, claw clip. Curls and wavy bangs sectioned to shape her face, brown eyes that matched mine and oh those glossy lips..

I wanna kiss you so fucking bad baby.

Her outfit of the day, that new pink and black checkered shirt she got at the mall that I drove her to.

It’s so tight on you sweetheart, your tits look beautiful today.

White Reeboks as I have, but very much cleaner…

Those 100% perfectly stretchy, acid wash jeans you wear every week that fit your ass so fucking bad.. fuck don’t bend over.. don’t—

“Eddie? what’s wrong with you?”

Fuck— didn’t realize the moan that I slipped out when she dropped her phone, she cracked it..but all I could focus on were the back of her thighs when she bent over

“Sorry uh- I think I’m just sore from carrying those amps last night”, he says now rubbing his not sore bicep with a pout

Lie.

“Oh babe I’m sorry, come by later and I can rub it out for you” she replies

Why the fuck would you say that to me right now—

“Oh yeah? You’d just love to get your hands on me always huh sweetheart? ” leaning back in my seat, with a cocky smile

You blush and shove my arm playfully “you’re so stupid, you know what I meant”

——

She’s been like this for the past month, after Harringtons party. Smoking and drinking under that patio umbrella, away from everyone else. Laughing, holding on to each other for dear life. I tell her jokes, she ugly laughs. I love her laugh, it’s not fake it’s genuine like her.

We met at the drink table, both preferring whiskey over the red shit they put out.

We talked about our intrests, I was very suprised and impressed with how she carried herself. How she talked about herself. How she sat comfortably on my lap; as if we knew each other for forever.

Obviously her thick hips in that royal blue, tacky dress she wore caught my attention first

It takes a certain kinda person to make me laugh but she.. she was probably the most funniest and beautiful fucking girl I’ve never seen. A few beauty marks as she would call it, scattered down her neck and arms. Eyelashes so dark she could always pass on the mascara, the sweet charm and sass she had to her.. she was something different.

She was fresh to town and it was relief to meet someone new. Similar childhood experiences, divorced parents but her dad stopped reaching out to them. Her mom was just a bitch to her. Very narcissistic person but, she had her kind moments. She definitely wasn’t the worse mother I’ve ever heard of.

All of that lead to a heavy make out session in the bathroom.

Sitting at the edge of the toilet, her scratching the back of my head with those sharp coffin shaped nails, me squeezing the fat of her ass on my lap. Hell, I was surprised how into this she was.. considering I’ve only kissed two girls in my life.

Sure I’ve watched my fair share of porn, visited sex stores, took a few notes; even got a handy under the bleachers last year from Carol. She forgot to pay for the weed I gave her, she offered, why not.

“Oh yeah, what’s your name again?” I ask kissing down her neck

“Y/N, but you can call me anything you want right now” she whimpers at the feeling of me nipping her throat

-“fuck you’re a r-really good kisser”

“-could say the same about you sweetheart” feeling the roll of her heat over my already strained dick.

I wonder how many guys she’s done this with

“Sorry, I don’t usually do this but, there’s just something so sexy about you”—

Biggest fucking ego boot ever.

“Fuck baby, if you keep talkin to me like that I’m gonna bust”

“Awe, am I making you feel some typa way Eddie?” She smirks looking down at me

“You know you are”

—

Unfortunately that ended quicker than it started, Robin got too hungover and needed our space.

She told me her classes and we exchanged numbers.

After that we talked everyday on FaceTime after getting home from school. I show her a new guitar riff and she shows me the new necklaces or shirts she ordered.

Sometimes she’d forget she was on camera and changed out of her bra a few times.

Hey, couldn’t help but to look come on, I am just a man

I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve fucked myself to that imagine every morning.. and evening and night..

Slept on the phone together, hung out at lunch together.

I only ever seen her at lunch other than at the end of the day in Mrs. Wilson’s calculus class. Bringing us back to now

——

“Mr. Munson are you done chatting now?” Wilson knocks me out of my trance

“Sorry bout that, yes ma’am” giving her a thumbs up sitting back up straight as she rolls her eyes subtly.

You slide me note. Folded up, in blue highlighted letters

You ever have sex before? Circle Yes or No ♡

fuck—we never even discuss stuff like that! how haven’t we? Don’t embarrass yourself man

Course I have, why? what’s got you so curious? ;)

I watch her look away quickly, gulping when she covers the paper to respond back

Well.. you’re cute and shit & was wondering if you wanna come over friday..? My parents have been gone all week and..we can hang or do whatever.. ♡

Did she wanna fuck? I hope so —wait you’re a virgin idiot, wait is she? probably not

I’m already there babe ;)

I reply with an easy smile, hiding the fact I’m in a state of panic

Good.. and uh bring those handcuffs on your wall too.. ♡

No way she’s a virgin talking like that

She rushes outta the classroom at the bell, turning back with a wink

Holy shit I gotta talk to Harrington.

“-and that’s what I’m saying dude, just sweet talk her, treat her like a princess, rub her in all the right places”—

“Okay but what ARE those places? I know her like tits and shit.. and well under her panties but what does it feel like? Ya know putting in it? What if I cum too fast and she laughs or runs away and never talks to me again..”—

I’ve been pacing back in forth in Family Video, loud where all the customers could hear. Definitely loud enough for Robin to upchuck her lunch

“No Eddie- just, come back here— Rob? watch the front please?” Steve grabs me by the shoulder making a bee line to the stock room

Sitting on the empty table still trying to gather my thoughts of Steve’s advice. “Well?” I rush out

“Damn man let me sit down first” he scoffs pulling a chair over to me

“Alright, you wanna know what inside a vagina feels like right?”

“Jesus, can you just say pussy or some shit”

“Same thing” he glared

“Okay well it’s not really sexy to just say vagina-

-“god Eddie, do you wanna know or not?” I can tell I’m testing his patience, I shut my lips, nodding eagerly

“Okay, so It’s like this- well like wet and really, really warm, almost like hot bath around your dick or a tight hug”—

“Wow, a hot bath thanks for the analogy Steve, I’ll make sure to take one when I get home”

He deadpans at me. “You asked me and I’m telling you, it’s hard to really explain other than a tight, wet warm hug. Oh!” he snaps his finger”-and sometimes it’ll tighten around your cock when she’s about to cum and holy shit dude— you better hold your load because the first time I had sex, it lasted about 10 seconds” My eyes widen

“WHAT!?” I shout before him shushing me “King Steve was a minute man?”— I joke

“Hey I said at first, when you get used to having sex your stamina gets better and for me personally”— he leans in “I can last approximately 45 minutes and 27 seconds” he sits back proudly

Cocky bastard.

Shit.

How long will I last? Will jerking off more boost my stamina?

——

Since that afternoon I did as much research as a I could, making a DIY sponge fleshlight.

That was a fail, got carpet burn.

Even bought condoms from the corner store, didnt know what size i was so, i grabbed all 4 boxes

Practicing my stroke game, using my pillow as a hole.

Down. Glide. Up. Down. Guide up.

Ow, fuck, cramp, cramp

This shits hard. My back hurts.

Throwing away the 8th used condom of the day, tossing myself in my desk chair, forehead sweaty, wrists throbbing; hearing my phone go off

FaceTime from Crush🖤

“Ah, fuck”— grabbing a shirt, wiping off the excess sweat off my skin, putting my pants back on, setting the phone up on my night stand, grabbing the guitar quickly setting it on my lap— “Hey! Sweetheart, what’s up, what are you up to?”

“I could ask you the same thing why is your face so red?” She asks giggling, laying on her tummy, tits spilling out , kicking her socked feet from behind

“Just took a hot shower is all”

“But your hairs not wet?” you give me a suspicious look, “Oh yeah, I just tied it up..sooo still want me over tomorrow?”

“Hell yeah! I picked up cookie dough the edible kind because I know you like that anddddd”- she reaches over her phone to grab something—“I rented whole stab franchise for a throwback”- showing me her laptop screen

“Well, that sounds like a party to me”

“You got that right..” She replies, biting her lip as if I didn’t notice,- “Anywaysss, just calling to remind you, see you tomorrow im tired, goodnight dummy *mwah*

She always ends our calls with a kiss on screen

Fuck I’m hard again

“Can’t wait sweetheart, sweet dreams” ending the call, looking down at my bulge

Welp, gotta jerk off again

Friday. THE day I might lose my virginity to the sexiest girl in school. My best friend.

I wake up earlier than usual, do my morning ritual, a joint. My nerves making me shower twice.

Should I shave?

Would she care?

A little trim wouldn’t hurt

May or may have not nicked my balls. Not too bad, maybe she won’t notice. Finding my nicest pair of jet black jeans I own, I only wear ‘em for special occasions and a wife beater? Nah that’s too much right? A flannel would help. Yeah. Definitely.

Hey I look kinda good, checking myself out in the mirror

Alright, wallet, keys, condoms, I glance over at the cuffs on the wall. Can’t forget those, stuffing them in my back pocket

—

My palms are sweaty, fuck even my ass is sweating.. 3 cigarettes already in, on my way to her house; of course I have a bad fucking hair day today, so I just opted for a low bun.

Before I could even knock, you open the door my jaw already on the floor

“Hi dummy!” You jump giving me a hug, pulling me inside.

What the hell is she wearing

A transparent green knitted, cropped sweater

is that her nipple I see? Those goddamn Nike shorts are doing her a favor—“Someone’s excited to see me?” Kicking off my shoes

“I’m always excited to see you.. also nice hair”

and neck goddamn, what is hell is he wearing you think, already feeling horny from the sight of my neck being so exposed

those jeans are doing his fine ass a favor

fuck I’m wet already

“Come on, already got it all set up for us”

“Lead the way princess” following behind you

I need to bite those fuckin legs.

——

We always sit like this on movie nights. Me against your headboard, back against my chest. I don’t remember how it started but I love it.

“Didn’t David Arquette also play in Spree?”

I squint back at the tv, “Uh yeah yeah he did, he was Kurt’s dad I think”

She replies with a mouthful “omyeah”

My hands have been holding both sides of her hips the whole time, occasionally rubbing them with my thumbs; every time I do it your breath picks up

Something else is about to be up—

“Huh?”

“Did you even hear me? You’ve been zoning out a lot recently”, you say sitting crisscross

“Something on your mind Ed’s?”

Gulp

“No no just— “ sigh

“Yeah, you. You’ve been on my mind.”

She smiles looking down, cocking her head to the side

“Oh yeah? Been thinking about me have you?” She grins

“You have no idea. ”

My breath hitches when you straddle me

Fuck me

“Wanna tell me these thoughts you’ve been having?” she asks twirling a piece of my bang

Remember what Steve said, sweet talk her

“Why don’t I just show you pretty girl”

Her smirk instantly falls, cheeks crimson “shit.. okay”

Running my hand up your thighs firmly, wrapping my arm around your lower back, my free hand pulling your face closer into my lips. “Like that baby?”

Who the fuck are you she thinks

“Fuck, yeah kiss me again”, I stare blankly until my eyes turn to pure lust, pushing her down to her back climbing on top to ease my tongue back into her mouth, my hips grinding into yours, hearing you whimper…

You’d think that’d make me harder but it’s when you grind back into me that did it

“You’re so beautiful you know that baby?.. fuck been missing these lips for weeks..”

“Shit, me too, been needing you so close to my body recently it’s been killin me,” she whines, rubbing her hands down my chest

—“that’s why I asked you to come over, could tell you were feeling me too”

You’re right about that, I mumble sucking your neck,

I’ve practiced giving myself hickies on my arms freshmen year.

Eddie, score

“That tank top Eddie.. t-take off the flannel let me see you? Please?” You ask giving me doe eyes. I sit up eagerly throwing it about, she sits up on her elbows, throwing off her sweater

The goddamn groan I let out

Jesus Christ

You lie back down bashfully covering yourself

A whore being shy huh?

“Whattt? She asks feeling self conscious,

“You’re..fuck.. just let me get a closer look please?” I plead, you nod shyly

Squeezing your breasts hard in my palm, licking my lips, nipping them, kissing them, hearing you gasp “holy shit -

“What??”

I do it again, in combination with my tongue, She doesn’t stop me she moans, making me feel bolder, “ Lemme take these off?” My thumbs already ready to yank your shorts down

You don’t answer

“Hey, it’s just me you know you’re beautiful to me, right?”

“Yes..you can take em off” she whispers

Thinking it’d be hot to yank them down quick like those sex movies

I try it..

“Ow! Fuck what the hell?” She jerks

I didn’t know she had the goddamn drawstring tied. , “Ow..you pout rubbing your hip, “Shit I’m sorry! I’m sorry”

I’m already fucking up, “It’s okay.. it’s just tied” she says undoing them pulling them off herself, holding her hands in her lap

I lean down to kiss both hips as an apology, looking up at you slowly undoing your hands

Cute little hair she has

“Can I um..”

She looks down at me gaining back her confidence, “You wanna eat me don’t you?” My eyes widen, gripping her side, “Yesss.. really bad” but I don’t know how to —

“Can I see you too?” again with that lip bite

“Of course” okay.. here goes nothing whispering to myself , yanking my jeans and all down in one swift motion, staring at the spot on the ceiling

You scoff with the sour look, “Oh my god”

WHAT WHAT WHAT

“You’re packing Eddie”

“Oh..thank fuck, really? I wouldn’t say that but..” I sit back in front of her

“Can I touch it?” You ask still staring at my cock

-..But I wanna taste you.. what if we..you lay on me but backwards..? Like 69?” I recommend

She nods eagerly, nervously but very excited, “Okay.. just don’t look at my asshole.. there’s a spot on it that looks like I didn’t wipe but it’s not what you think! It’s a freckle..”, I chuckle, rubbing your cheek nodding

Laying down flat, you swing your legs over my face

Oh god fuck, “Such a pretty pussy” i mumble

Suck a pretty cock you think

You’re both horny as fuck, both licking on each other immediately —“Jesus fuck!” I shout, hearing and feeling you choke on my dick

“Y/n, y-you done this before?”

“Yeah—“

Damnit.

-“But it was with a guy at my old school, said I was the best head he ever had” , you say rubbing my balls

Hot.

Okay Eddie do what feels right

so that’s the clit? how cute

Bringing my lips around your nub, licking you, tasting you, “Oh god why do you taste so good, you smell so..sweet?”

“Was that a question?” You ask popping my dick outta your mouth

“No, no just the sweetest pussy I’ve never tasted”-

the only pussy I’ve ever tasted

I’ve never smelt anything like this, I think I’m addicted

Flicking my tongue a few time feeling you react in a high pitched moan, sucking and massaging it lightly, my eyes flutter spotting your ass hole winking at me

“Holy shit” she’s pretty everywhere

“What?”

“You have such a pretty ass” blurting out

“Eddie! I told you not to look!” She whines trying to climb off, “Shut up I do what I want”saying firmly, pulling you back down by your thighs; sticking my pointer finger in your cunt,

so that’s the squeeze Steve was talking about

“Ohmyg— fuckk yes please” she vibrates around me, a guttural moan purging from my throat, curling my finger like they said —

“Oh! Fuck yes keep doing that Eddie baby please”—

“I am, I am baby you just suck my dick”—

Holy shit who am I—

“-Eddie I think I’m gonna cum yep, I’m gonna cum..”—

“Wait really?”

“Yes!”

“Really?” Asking again “YES EDDIE SHUT UP AND KEEP GOING, FUCK”—

Thrusting faster, licking faster I feel your wetness roll down and down into my mouth instantly making me cum in yours

“Fuck baby like that, fuck did you..just swallow?—“ I ask but you proceed to keep sucking-“OKAY OKAY, stop, s-shit!”

Pleading trying to stop you from overstimulating me further, “Shit.. sweetheart, that dude was right, that was the best head I’ve ever got”

The only head I’ve ever got

She lays back down beside me with a large grin,” Was that your first time getting head? You came so fast for me”

Lie.

Not replying I get up, finding the condom in my Jean pocket, “What’re ya doing?” You ask with a questioned expression, “Condom?” I hold up “Oh, oh yeah yeah right duh”—

Fuck I forgot with which way it goes on— got it

Turning back to you, cock still hard, nudging your core

You give me a small smile, watching me hesitantly about to slip my tip in

“Wait! Wait!”-

“What? Sorry, I didn’t ask”—

“Eddie I need to tell you something..”

“Yeah?”

“I can tell you definitely know what you’re doing but I just.. be gentle because I’ve never done this before..”

never done this before, never done this before

I stare like a deer in headlights, the weight off my shoulders lifted. I laugh sarcastically to myself , “That’s, well.. I should probably tell you I’ve never done it either.. like ima”—

“Virgin too?”

“Yeah, surprise?” feeling embarrassed, “How did I not know that? We tell each other everything” shrugging, “Not sure, but I’m glad you told me before I stuck ya”

“Ew don’t say stuck me weirdo”

“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing at all, I had to ask Steve for advice.. I figured you would know more I mean since you wanted my handcuffs”-, you bite your lip, head shaking

“I said that because, I figured you’d know how to use em”

“There actually just for decoration sweetheart, looked kinda metal”, we laugh in awe with each other , “But here we are..” I say biting the skin on my lip—

“Yeah here we are” you look back up at me, hopeful, “Do you wanna stop?”

“No..do you wanna stop?”

“Nah, been hoping you’d be my first actually”, you blush at my statement pulling me down for a deep kiss , “Let’s do it..”

“..but what if I cum too fast? that would be humiliating”—

- “I understand how it works.. don’t feel bad if you do, I promise I won’t laugh Ed’s” she squeezes my hand lovingly

My heart is erect

I nod, looking over all of you again, spreading your thighs a little wider, “I’ll go slow”

Furrowing my brows in consentration, slipping my tip in, surprisingly not easy mother fuck—

“Holy fuck you’re so-

“Tight? I know I have a hard time fingering my self as is”

“Why would you tell me that at this very second,” I try not to laugh, holding my shit together, “that’s so hot by the way,” bottoming you out, we gasp in sync

“Oh god”-

“What?”

“Holy god”—

“What!?? You alright?” She asks , “I’m about to cum already”—

“I told you, it’s okay”

“I know but that’s so embarrassing”

You clench around me on purpose, suddenly your eyes widen, feeling a warmth from inside, while also hearing me grunt almost in pain above you

Silence.

“Im so sorry fuck,” pulling out, shocked at how full my condom is, “Did you cum?”, she scrunches her nose, “No silly”

“But you squeezed me?”

“Yeah but, I didn’t have an orgasm”

Fucking Steve

-“But Steve said when a girl cums she clenchs around us” explaining further—

“First off, I’m gonna need you to not take advice from Steve and second, I mean according to my girlfriends we do.. it’s like a few squeezes but apparently we really squeeze for a long time when we do cum? Maybe even shake? I’m not sure but I think I’d know when I felt it”

Well shit

He looks like a sad puppy this won’t do you think

“But hey, we can try again right? Don’t be embarrassed if anything it’s kinda hot”

“Really?”

“I mean yeah, I made you cum in under like 1 second, biggest ego boot ever” you lighten the mood, nudging my shoulder smiling at me, pulling me for another kiss, “Don’t ever tell anyone that” holding my forehead to yours

You smirk, holding your pinky up “I promise”, Interlocking mine, noticing your body shifted closer, staring at your lips, “Let me try again Sweetheart” your eyes also on mine, nodding, crawling back to you, chasing your touch, taking each others breath—

Was that a car door??

“Is someone here?”

“Honey we’re home!”

FUCK, not now!!

(again recommend you listen to Wet dreamz by Jcole; it’s a bop)

reblogs appreciated // this was fun. let me know your thoughts? I do realize the smut was kinda rushed? Should there be a part 2? Suggestions? Comments? Feel like I should have kept going for them to restart again but I dunno🤷🏽‍♀️

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