#chrissy cunningham x you
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Surrender III
Eddie Munson x fem!Reader x lesbian!Chrissy Cunningham
Part One. Part Two. Part Three.
cw: established relationship, platonic!hc (eddie-chrissy are college besties), questioning/bi reader, threesome, fingering, oral (fem-fem giving and receiving), piv sex (unspecified birth control), squirting, one instance of spanking and singular use of the nickname “daddy” (not by r, it’s kind of a joke?)
6.5k 18+, MDNI
“Hey…are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Eddie’s voice is soft in your ear and you have to slightly rouse yourself, nearly having fallen asleep as you and he wait for Chrissy to arrive.
The room is quiet except for the low sound of the album he put on the record player, vinyl crackling occasionally, and the faint humming of the fan overhead pushing cool air down on your half-dressed bodies.
He’s drawn the gauzy curtains closed so the fading sunlight can still filter through and casts across the bed in a hazy glow. You lay flat on your stomach, wearing a pair of sweatpants a size or so too big so they’re slung low on your hips, and only your bra so he can gently rake his nails over the expanse of your back.
“Yeah,” you whisper, still halfway half-asleep. “I’m nervous, but I’m excited.”
“Me too.” He smiles at you and leans over to place a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “I just don’t want you thinking this was like a plan or something. I thought for sure these days were behind us, I never imagined this would happen.”
“Old habits die hard,” you snicker.
He grins back, his smile deepening the dimples in his cheeks and making your own heart swell.
“And you know you can take it back any time, right? Neither of us is gonna be disappointed or mad or anything like that. We just want you to have a good time.”
His steady voice and the words he’s saying warm your chest and you nod, cheek rubbing against the pillow under your face.
“I know that,” you say. “I trust you both.”
You fall quiet for a moment, chewing thoughtfully on your lip, and open your eyes to look up at him.
“Hey, um…are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Of course,” Eddie smiles. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know, maybe because I was a total jealous nightmare obsessing about you and Chrissy getting together and now…”
You fall silent, pushing down the crack in your voice you can feel coming. Eddie tips your head up to look at him and gives a reassuring smile.
“I just kind of feel like a hypocrite,” you admit to him, your voice small.
“Don’t,” Eddie tells you, still smiling. “I get why you were worried, especially when I wasn’t telling you everything. You think you don’t deserve good things, so you can’t help but think when you have something good that it’s going to be taken away.”
He leans down and presses a kiss to your temple. You sigh at the feeling of his lips on your skin, the way his stubble rubs your hairline and gives you shivers that run across your scalp. You could have never imagined how good it would feel being with someone who knows you like he does. Someone who knew your body inside out, but also your head. And your heart.
“I know Chrissy…and I know you,” he tells you. “Neither of you would hurt me. You’re the best thing in my life. Nothing and no one is going to change that.”
He leans in to kiss you again, too wrapped up in one another to notice the turn of a key in the front door or the soft creak of its hinges.
“It’s you and me, right?” he murmurs, keeping his lips close to yours.
You nod decisively and whisper back. “It’s you and me.”
“God, you guys are like…disgustingly cute.”
You and Eddie’s heads both lift at the sound of another voice in the room. Chrissy leans against the door frame, arms crossed in front of her chest with a doting smile on her face. She’s dressed much more casually than the last time you saw her, in a matching set of velour sweats like an updated version of those Juicy tracksuits that were all the rage in college.
The soft mocha color of them sets off the red in her hair making it look less blonde than it did at The Hideout. Her make-up is simple, what little she’s wearing at all. You can’t help but grin at the sight of her as you bite down on your bottom lip. Her eyes sparkle as they meet your gaze and her nose scrunches adorably as she smiles at you.
“That’s what you get for breaking and entering,” Eddie chortles. Chrissy just rolls her eyes.
“That’s what you get for never changing your hiding spot.”
She holds up her hand and twirls the spare key Eddie keeps underneath an ogre statue in the yard around her finger. The sun catches on the sparkles on her nails as she lays the key down on your dresser and moves inside the bedroom.
“Someone likes back scratches, huh?”
The mattress dips as Chrissy joins you and Eddie on the bed. She reaches out and traces your spine with her forefinger from the nape of your neck all the way down to the small of your back. It causes more shivers to ripple across your body and you emit a deeply contented sigh.
“Mmhmm, better than a massage,” you hum.
Chrissy’s eyes find Eddie’s over you. “Mind if I take over?” she asks.
He doesn’t answer audibly, but you assume he must have nodded or brandished his hand with a silent be my guest when you feel Chrissy shift and swing out her leg. You feel the gentle graze of her velour sweats as she lowers to straddle you, knees resting on either side of your hips.
Eddie brushes your cheek one last time with the backs of his fingers and carefully climbs off the bed. “I’m gonna grab us some waters,” he says. “Chris, you need anything else?”
Chrissy glances over her shoulder at him with a playful smile. “Got any candles you can light? A little ambiance never killed anybody.”
“No, but candles sure have,” he says back wryly. “I’ve got some, but it’ll take me a minute.”
“That’s okay,” Chrissy hums. “We’ll keep ourselves busy.”
You listen as Eddie’s footsteps recede down the hall and you have to try and contain not only your excitement, but also the nerves that are starting to bubble up in your chest. As though she senses it, Chrissy devotes herself to keeping you relaxed. She gently strokes your back with a sensual skim of her fingertips up and down your spine, light as a tickle but smoother.
“I’m gonna unhook this, okay?”
Her hands rest on the clasp of your bra, but she waits to separate it until you give an affirming nod. The relief of it releasing is instantaneous, the band and straps falling away. Chrissy begins to scratch methodically, first with all ten fingers moving as one in a long, slow crawl down your back, and then splitting off in different swirling patterns. She knows all the places that need to be paid special attention, like right above your rib cage where the band dug into your skin all day. Her nails aren’t long, just a short almond shape, but they’re enough to offer a deeper scrape and more relief than Eddie’s blunt fingertips.
Leaning forward so her body presses against your back, she lets her lips hover over your ear.
“If you ever want to stop, you tell me, okay? If you aren’t enjoying yourself, I’m not either.”
“You got that from Eddie,” you say, recalling the first time you’d come over to his place. The first time you’d laid in this bed that would eventually become your own.
Heart in your throat, you’d warned him you weren’t ready to go too far. After all, you were still living in New York at the time and staring down the barrel of your return flight home set for the day after your sister’s wedding in a little over a month. The last thing you needed was to get too attached to someone who lived hundreds of miles away—least of all the sweet, handsome, oddly disarming guy you just met at a strip club. And you knew if you gave in to what your body was screaming for, it would only lead to heartbreak. There was no way it wouldn’t.
Eddie responded perfectly. More than perfectly. He said he didn’t care what you did or how far you went. He only cared about spending as much time with you as he could; and that he would go at whatever pace made you comfortable. If you aren’t enjoying yourself, I’m not either.
Which of course only made you want to do it more.
Chrissy laughs breathily, the sound a sweet and fluffy thing like a wisp of cotton candy.
“Eddie got that from me, babydoll.”
She pushes up on her knees so you have room to roll over onto your back. As you do, your arms come up instinctively to cover your breasts, suddenly feeling ashamed of the way they probably look from this angle, flat and flopping around unlike her tiny, perky ones.
“Don’t hide from me, beautiful,” she tuts, wrapping her hands around your own and bringing them to the zipper of her sweater.
Your fingers fumble around the metal pull and Chrissy helps you drag it down, revealing her skin is bare underneath. She has a faint smattering of freckles across her chest and you stroke your fingers softly along her collar bone and over her breasts as her sweater slides off her arms.
The light pressure of her body settles back down on your hips and she leans forward again, letting her warm chest press against your own. Her long lashes flutter and the gold ‘86 charm hanging on the chain around her neck swings steadily like a pendulum and bumps your chin.
“Can I kiss you?” she asks. Wordlessly, you nod.
Her lips are familiar, in a way. Plush and full, not unlike Eddie’s. They move against yours with purpose—not aggressive, but insistent. Like she’s trying to show you how much she wants this too. Gradually, you open up to her, giving her tongue access to probe your own and sighing softly when it does. The light clicks of your lips meeting again and again fill the room under the gentle strums of the acoustic guitar on the album playing.
You’re so lost in her, you don’t catch the sound of Eddie’s bare feet padding softly on the carpet as he returns. A soft creak makes your eyes fly open and you turn your head to the side.
“Don’t mind me,” Eddie chuckles, leaning against the low bookshelf your record player sits on.
Beside it, he’s arranged some white pillar candles of varied sizes and states of dripped wax. There’s a soft hiss and a faint smell of smoke as he strikes a match to light them. The flickering flames make his shadow dance on the wall and once he’s done, his attention turns back to you.
His eyes are luminous as he watches you and Chrissy together, the deep brown of them warm and bubbling with excitement seeing the way your lips move so sultry and sensuous with hers.
“She’s a good kisser, huh?” he asks his friend.
“So good,” Chrissy murmurs, pressing her mouth back to yours. She swallows your soft hums and breathy moans of pleasure. Your hands come up to cup her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks and fingers slipping into her fine, soft hair.
She nips gently at your bottom lip, a little hint at wanting something more, and you remember that little request she made on the phone. You slide one hand into her hair until the heel of your palm meets the base of her skull and firmly squeeze the hairs closest to her scalp.
You don’t yank her head back, just grip her tightly enough to tip it back and get at the column of her neck. You suckle at the skin there, soothing the red mark you make with your tongue after. Her throat vibrates with a moan and you hear the soft plop of Eddie’s own sweats falling to the floor.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans as he palms the front of his boxers.
“Taker her pants off for me, Ed,” Chrissy instructs, tipping her head back down for another kiss.
Eddie nods and kneels dutifully at the foot of the bed. His fingers curl around the waistband of your sweats and he starts to tug them down over your hips and off your legs. He tosses them into the growing heap of clothes by the bed along with his pants and Chrissy’s sweater.
“I think she likes kissing you, Chris,” he says, his fingers toying with your dripping entrance.
“The feeling’s mutual.” Chrissy smiles, shooting you a wink as she slips off you to stand.
She removes her track pants, leaving her in nothing but a dainty thong, and your eyes go wide trying to take all of her in. A smile plays across her pillowy lips as she climbs back onto the bed and drapes herself against your side. You’re now laid bare before them, gazing down at Eddie between the valley of your breasts as he lowers himself to kiss at the apex of your thighs. His breath is warm as he exhales and brings his fingers to your core.
He slides in one with ease and follows it with a second, relishing the hitch of your breath it causes as he begins to massage your warm, wet walls. There’s more warm breath on your ear as Chrissy leans in close to whisper to you.
“How’s he feel, angel?”
She smoothes her hand over your forehead and brushes a few pieces of hair from your face, letting her fingertips trail over your cheeks.
“He’s…he’s really good,” you pant, struggling to draw breath. Your body is already on fire after just a minute of having Eddie’s fingers, reactive to every touch of Chrissy’s soft hands.
“I’m not surprised,” she giggles, letting her fingers skim your navel. “He learned from the best.”
“Oh, please,” Eddie snorts from between your legs. “I’m completely self-taught.”
“Excuse me?!” Chrissy squeaks in mock outrage. “I’m like your Mr. Miyagi of pussy.”
You start to giggle until Eddie curls his fingers particularly deep and the sound crumbles into a low moan. The two of them continue their light squabbling while you drift away, being blissfully rocked by the pace and rhythm of Eddie’s capable fingers inside of you.
“Not a chance,” he tells her. “If anything, you learned everything you know from me.”
“You have some natural talent, I’ll give you that,” Chrissy concedes. “But there’s always room for improvement.”
With that, Chrissy places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder in a signal to swap places with her. He withdraws his fingers from you, his eyes locking with yours as he brings them to his lips and sucks them into his mouth. Just the sight makes you flutter and ache with need.
Chrissy lifts herself up until she’s suspended over you, caging you between her limbs. Her eyes glimmer as she dips down and little tendrils of hair caress your cheek as she kisses you sweetly.
“I taught him everything he knows,” she whispers. “But not everything I know…”
Her soft lips skim the line of your jaw, traveling down to your neck and then your breasts. She laves her tongue over your nipple in a dazzling array of circles and flicks, gently rolling one between her fingertips as she suckles the other.
As she moves further down your body, Eddie smoothly moves up to lay beside you.
“Hi,” he whispers, smiling down at you, dimples deepening in his cheeks. “You okay?”
“Yes,” you breathe, the sound hitching in your throat as Chrissy’s warm breath fans across your mound. You meet her sparkling eyes once more as she glances up for one last check-in. Without a word spoken, you can see what she’s asking and you nod eagerly.
Her mouth is a mystifying combination of familiar and fresh. You recognize a couple of Eddie’s moves one or both of them must have learned from watching the other, but there’s still a clear distinction between the two. Where Eddie is precise and exacting in his movements—creative, yet deliberate as he’s working towards a goal—Chrissy has more finesse and flair.
It’s whimsical and variable, changing up and keeping you constantly attuned to her. It’s kaleidoscopic, in a way, shapes and colors twisting in seemingly random order to create a stunning, beautiful pattern.
While Eddie’s fingers have the benefit of sheer length and girth, Chrissy’s can maneuver more efficiently. They actually dance inside of you, like they’re trying to waltz with your g-spot. It’s not even a matter of better or worse. With a gun to your head, you couldn’t decide which was more enjoyable. Luckily, you don’t have to.
You feel the weight of Eddie’s broad palm as he strokes the top of your head, and dreamily turn your head to look at him.
“How is she, beautiful?” he asks.
“She’s really good…holy shit…”
You hook a finger in his ball chain necklace to tug him down, but find it slack as he’s already on his way to kiss you. His mouth meets yours eagerly, relishing the feeling of the moans and whimpers that fall from your lips as Chrissy plays expertly with your clit.
“This is so great,” Eddie breathes as you pull apart. “I can hardly see you when I’m eating you out and now I’ve got a front row seat. God, you’re fucking gorgeous…”
He swoops in to plant his lips against yours again and it steals all the breath in your lungs. You reach out and fumble like mad to find Chrissy’s hand where she’s holding your thighs apart, weaving your fingers with hers and squeezing to tell her you’ve not forgotten her.
She squeezes your hand back, but lifts her head when your hips start to squirm.
“I think she needs to be fucked soon or we might kill her, Eds,” Chrissy says teasingly.
“That true, baby?” Eddie husks, his voice low in your ear. “You ready for my cock?”
“Yes, yes—please,” you gasp desperately.
Chrissy’s slides up and her warm body lays against you, sandwiching you nicely between them as she pecks your lips softly.
“How do you want him to take you, angel?”
“From behind,” you say, daringly looking up at her.“So I can eat you out while he fucks me.”
The words feel clumsy coming out of your mouth, but still you commit to the statement as best you can and it must be enough for them to buy it. Chrissy’s large eyes widen even further as she exchanges a glance with Eddie, who looks at her like he might blow his load on the spot if you say something, anything, like that again.
“I think we created a monster,” she chuckles.
Needing no more prompting, Chrissy begins to arrange herself on the bed with a pillow under her hips and lays down another for your chest.
“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Eddie says, stroking himself as he watches you get into position.
You roll over on the bed to lay between Chrissy’s spread legs. You let your head drop low to ghost your mouth over her baby blue g-string, noting it’s the same pale shade as her eyeshadow you complimented that night you met at the bar. You lift up your hips, dripping slit on full display as Eddie kneels behind you. He draws a shuddering breath and a loud CRACK fills the room as he smacks his hand down on your ass. Your whole body jerks and you wail pleasurably.
Chrissy props herself up on her elbows and takes your chin between her fingers.
“Someone likes that, huh?” she says. “You like it when Daddy spanks you?”
You nod earnestly, eyes big and round, getting more excited by the second. Chrissy’s eyes flicker over your head to meet Eddie’s as a playful smirk spreads across her lips.
“Maybe keep that in check while she’s neck deep in my pussy?” she suggests
“Will do, Cap’n.”
Eddie gives Chrissy a little salute as you glance back over your shoulder at him. He shoots you a secretive wink, both of you knowing he had no intention of administering another even before Chrissy said something. Any more than one and the pain becomes too much of a distraction.
His ass, on the other hand…
You gasp suddenly, bunching the blanket in your fists as Eddie teases your entrance with the head of his cock. He smears your own juices between your legs, mixing them with the precum leaking from his tip. Rather than sinking inside, he slides it forward and the ridges of his tip and shaft catch on your clit and make you keen forward.
“Should I take these off?” Chrissy asks, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her thong.
“No, I…I wanna,” you say softly.
Your head dips again and you begin a soft trail of kisses following the dip of her hips until you reach the curve of her waist. You place your mouth over the pale blue string, taking the thin elastic band between your teeth to pull it down. Behind you, Eddie actually whines at the sight and he leans sideways to watch as you drag the tiny piece of fabric down over Chrissy’s hip bone.
With all the grace of a ballerina, she brings her legs together and sticks them up in the air so you can lift her panties off completely. Once they’ve been tossed away, she lets her legs fall open on either side of you and you can’t help but stare. A bare shave, skin smooth and soft as a peach. Pink tissue glistening with her own arousal.
You tilt your head as you regard it, eyes dancing, a little surprised. “Huh,” you say. “It’s so…pretty.”
“Thank you,” Chrissy says with a tittering laugh. “And it tastes as good as it looks.”
You meet her gaze over her mound and the two of you share a devilish smile.
“Start slow, baby,” Eddie coos, his hands running up your sides. “The way I do with you, you know? Touch her thighs…rub around the outside…tease her…get her all needy…”
“Leave her alone, Ed,” Chrissy tuts. “Let her play with her new toy how she wants.”
The two of them exchange a smile and you feel the familiar weight of your boyfriend’s palm smoothing up your spine, the heel of his hand pressing gently down and helping to coax you forward. Your heart pounds in your chest as you descend, tongue slipping out to wet your lips before placing a kiss on the inside of Chrissy’s milky thigh.
“Mmm, hang on a second,” Eddie says, suddenly backing off the mattress. He walks around to the head of the bed so he’s standing over you as you look up at him plaintively.
“Are you not gonna…”
You glance behind you at the space he just occupied, pussy clenching around nothing as if in mourning. Eddie smiles and leans in close, his hand reaching out to cradle your jaw. You shiver at the roughness of his calloused thumb against your cheek and stare into his eyes.
“I will, baby, I promise,” he says. “You just…god, you look so hot right now I have to watch.”
You swallow hard, torn between the thrill his words send through you and the nerves now creeping up your shoulders and making them tense. Giving head was one of the things you actually felt pretty confident about. Guys were quick to tell you how good you were—Eddie in particular, even before he had discovered your affinity for praise. Of course, you could never shake the suspicion they only told you it was really good so you would do it more often.
Still, you’d certainly done it enough and you had it on pretty good authority your skills were above average. And you’d sort of been hoping maybe you could coast on that and Chrissy might help you with the finer points. But the thought of Eddie watching you do it? Being on display like that…not only having to be good, but also make it look like it was good?
What if you were bad at it? What if Chrissy hated it and didn’t have the heart to tell you after all this build up? You imagined her lovely face grimacing as you remained oblivious between her thighs. That would be a disaster in and of itself, but the thought of Eddie bearing witness to your spectacular failure?
At least if he was fucking you, he’d have something to keep him occupied.
“Hey,” Chrissy whispers, placing her hand on your other cheek so they’re each cupping a side of your face. “Come out of your head, angel.”
“Sorry,” you say meekly. “I’m…I’m trying to stay confident, it’s just hard.”
“Baby, why? You’re doing so good,” Eddie hums. “And you’re so sexy, can you really blame me for wanting to watch this?”
Your lip quivers as you avoid his gaze. “I just…it feels like I’m on display…”
“We’re not here to judge,” Chrissy says with a kind smile. “We know this is new for you, you’re not gonna get a scorecard at the end.”
“Just pretend I’m not here,” Eddie chuckles. “Chris already is.”
Chrissy swats his shoulder and it makes all three of you laugh gently. You look back and forth between them, warm brown eyes and sparkling blue-green ones. Both pairs shining and eager, focused solely on you, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.
Making it easy to believe you are.
You carefully lean forward and peck Chrissy on the lips, then turn your head to kiss Eddie’s as well. And back to Chrissy, for longer this time, cupping her jaw before returning to Eddie again. Anywhere you look, there’s a pair of lips to kiss and you greedily drink your fill of both.
“Let’s slow down a little,” Eddie murmurs, words making his lips vibrate against yours. “You two kiss for a bit and I’ll just watch for now. Okay?”
His eyes find yours and he lifts his brow with the question. You nod, almost imperceptibly, and he drops his hand to wrap his fingers around your wrist. Three squeezes. I. Love. You.
Chrissy grins. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” she says, hand slipping around the back of your neck and pulling you into her mouth.
Eddie backs away and settles into the chaise by the window, spreading his legs wide to stroke himself as he watches you and Chrissy’s bodies begin to move together. You remember how mystified he’d been by you putting a chair there— “Just seems silly to have extra furniture. If we’re in the bedroom, we’re only gonna be on the bed,” he’d chuckled.
He’s eating those words now, you’re sure of it.
You lay your body against Chrissy’s, letting one of your legs slot between hers, relishing in the velvety feel of her freshly shaved skin. Her mouth is open and inviting, tongue running across the seam of your lips to politely request access, which you grant her happily.
The kissing is deep and slow, like you and Eddie used to do when you first started dating and you realized making out with him was better than all of your past sexual experiences combined. You brushed your fingertips over the swell of her breasts, so dainty and perky, playing with her nipples until they stiffen at your touch.
She gasps as you move your lips down her cheek and sprinkle a line of kisses along her jaw until you reach her neck. You kiss and lick and suckle at the sensitive skin until Chrissy trembles in your arms. She turns her head to the side, mouth falling open in a gasp as you run the tip of your tongue across the shell of her ear.
“Get on top of me?” she asks in a breathy whisper. “I wanna feel you.”
You move quickly to straddle her hips as she’d done to you, placing your hands on her waist both to steady yourself and to hold her down as you begin a slow, deep grind down.
“Fuck, baby,” Eddie groans from his seat. “You’re so goddamn hot, I can’t stand it.”
Chrissy smiles up at you and nods in agreement. She flattens her hands against your stomach and moves them up to palm your chest. At her touch, that burning pleasure reignites. You sneak a glance at Eddie and your whole body tingles at the sight of him. He looks almost primal. Eyes hooded with lust, gripping himself so tightly it must blur that border between pleasure and pain. His stroke is long and slow, tortuously so, to stave off his release as best he can.
The feeling of having his eyes on you, the ravenous way they rake over your form, causes your confidence to surge. You lean forward, boldly pressing your mouth to Chrissy’s before beginning a trail of kisses down her body, mouthing at the hollows of her neck, nipping at her pronounced collar bones until you reach her breast and suck her pert nipple into your mouth.
“Such a little tease,” she hums excitedly, pursing her lips in a pillowy pout.
You chuckle around her nipple and release it with a lewd pop before continuing your trail down her body. Sternum to stomach, navel to mound, and at long last to your final destination.
You try to remember the things Eddie and Chrissy did that feel best for you, but eventually you give up on thinking at all. You let instinct take over, exploring her folds, listening to what makes her breathing get heavy, what makes her chest heave, what makes her thighs twitch and her toes curl over. You lose yourself in her taste and her musky scent, new but familiar.
“Oh, fuck you, Munson, I can’t believe you get this tongue all the time,” Chrissy whines, her voice wavering as you delve deeper into her center.
You swirl your tongue around the edges of her entrance, spreading her lips apart, licking at them like honeysuckle petals. You’re so wrapped up in her you don’t even realize Eddie has left the chaise until you feel the sudden delicious stretch of him pushing inside of you at last.
Gasps and whimpers fall from your lips right into Chrissy’s folds as he fucks into you. He starts with a steady roll of his hips, but you thrust back against him, chasing more force. He increases his pace, the slapping of his thighs against the backs of your own filling the room, as your lips surround Chrissy’s clit and you suck it like a piece of candy.
“Oh, yes, keep doing that,” Chrissy cries out, her voice jumping an octave in a pleasurable scream. “Just like that, just like that—”
Behind you, Eddie moans and you can feel his reaction as he pulses inside of you. “Jesus Christ, fuck—baby, you’re drenching me,” he exalts.
It doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. You’ve never felt as attractive as you do right now; never as wanted and desired.
The sounds of both of them fill your head, a symphony of pleasure and praise. You squeeze and clench around Eddie’s cock, milking him for all he’s worth. He feels you getting close and his hand comes around to find your clit and rub the flats of his fingers over it.
The coil in your belly grows impossibly tight with every pass over the bundle of nerves. He pushes further into you, his cock reaching impossibly deep until he hits that sacred spot within you that has you seeing bright white as you moan into Chrissy. Your orgasm rips through your body, walls gripping Eddie like a vice as his warm release paints your insides.
The sound of him coming is loud and guttural, his hips stuttering and thrusts growing erratic as he loses all control. Still, you do everything you can to maintain your pace on Chrissy. Her hips are squirming, her back arching as she grinds her hips against your lips and tongue.
“I’m so close,” she pants, breathless as her chest heaves. “Y-you’re gonna make me come, you’re making me feel so good—ahh!”
You plant a hand on her lower belly mostly for purchase as you add your fingers and crook them up in search of that spongy wall inside of her, but the pressure causes something else entirely.
A spray of liquid hits your neck and chest, dribbling down your breasts. Chrissy’s voice goes higher as she rides out her orgasm, her thighs twitching against your ears. Behind you, Eddie’s eyes go round with shock as though he thinks he must be dreaming.
“Was that…did you…did she…”
Answering him seems unnecessary when the evidence is all over your face. Chrissy’s chest and stomach heave as she draws one shuddering breath after another, her high moan dissipating as the waves of her pleasure finally ebbed.
“Ffff-uck, angel, that was amazing.”
“Really?” you ask, looking up at her hopefully.
“Absolutely,” Chrissy hums, content and sated as she lets her head loll back on the pillow.
You look back at Eddie, your eyes big and hopeful. “How are you? You good?”
He bends at the waist and leaves a line of kisses down your spine, the soft ends of his long hair tickling your tingling skin as he does.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” he says, the noise throaty and strained from his efforts. “What about you? Are you okay?”
“Incredible,” you sigh, laying down next to Chrissy and letting your head rest on her shoulder.
She curls her slender arms around you and her fingers start to stroke the hair at the crown of your head. Eddie heads for the bathroom and returns with two washcloths. One, he hands off to Chrissy and the other he dips between your legs to collect his spend as it’s trickling from your entrance. Once she’s cleaned herself up, Chrissy has you sit up with her and she reaches for one of the waters sitting on the bedside table.
“Good girl,” she sighs as she brings the glass to your lips, her cheeks still flushed and skin all glowy and radiant from her orgasm.
You can’t imagine ever looking as good as she does after you come.
She kisses you after you sip, licking the chilled water from your lips before taking a drink of her own. You fall back onto the bed together and Eddie curls up beside you, their arms layering over one another’s as they hold you between them. You roll over after a minute, burying your face in the crook of his neck, Chrissy now curling around you as your big spoon.
“You hungry?” you murmur against his chest.
“Fucking starved,” Eddie groans, making Chrissy chuckle.
She unwraps her arms from around you and stands to pull her clothes back on, glancing down fondly at the rumpled mess the three of you have made of the bed. As she zips her sweater, she pauses, looking for the first time a little unsure of herself.
“So, um…I guess I should go?” Her eyes dart back and forth between you and Eddie and you pull yourself off him to sit up.
“Do you have to?”
You look up at her plaintively and then back at Eddie, not quite sure what you’re even asking. All you know is you hate the thought of…kicking her out. Making her feel used. Letting her go back to Robin and Nancy’s without anyone to take care of her. God, do you wanna take care of her.
“You should stay, Chris,” Eddie tells her warmly. “Dinner should be done soon and we can watch a movie. Have a cuddle pile on the couch.”
“You sure? We’ve, uh…we’ve never done that before,” she says with a giggle.
It makes you laugh, too. The thought of them balking at something as innocent as cuddling when they’ve watched the other one fuck on multiple occasions. Eddie just shrugs and a smile plays across his lips as he leans in to brush the tip of his nose against yours.
“First time for everything,” he chuckles.
After you eat, you all settle in together on the big sectional sofa. Eddie sits up against the arm and you lay between his legs with your back against his chest and Chrissy draped across your front. It’s a delightfully crushing feeling, having both of them surround you. Eddie’s firm, solid body cradling yours while Chrissy rests her head on your chest and lightly strokes your legs.
You find out they both like to talk during movies and chuckle at the little quips they trade back and forth while you get to sit quietly, happily listening to them. Dinner sits warm in your belly and the heat of both their bodies around you is like the best electric blanket ever.
About halfway through the movie, you start to crave something sweet. And just as you lift your head to ask if he wants dessert, you see Eddie’s phone is out and he is already DoorDashing ice cream for all three of you.
Pistachio, strawberry and butter pecan.
The sleep you eventually fall into isn’t deep. You let your eyes flutter closed, and your breathing grows even and rhythmic, but you’re conscious enough to feel it when Eddie lifts you off the couch. He carries you down the hall to the bedroom and Chrissy follows, helping him tuck you under the duvet in the center of the bed.
“I’ll call her tomorrow,” she says, her voice hushed in the dark room.
“You can just stay the night if you want,” Eddie whispers to her. “She’ll be bummed if she wakes up and you’re not here”
You have to resist the urge to chuckle at all the domesticity you’re overhearing.
“I’m so happy for you, Ed,” Chrissy hums. “You guys are great together. Really solid.”
Eddie just smiles in response and holds a finger to his lips, shooting you a cautious glance to make sure you’re still asleep. He leads Chrissy to the closet and you hear the soft creak of the door opening as he ushers her inside. There’s a light rustling as he searches for something in the pocket of one of his blazers—the only hiding place he felt certain you wouldn’t find.
“Ohhh,” Chrissy mewls at whatever he shows her. “It’s perfect.”
“Thanks for the idea about getting her size. I thought she might have noticed the ring was missing, but she never said anything.”
“I’m so glad that’s the one you went with, it really suits her. When are you gonna ask?”
“I talked to Robin and Nance about having a dinner thing when they get back. Their patio is so nice with the lights and the pool and the fire pit and everything. And Jon will be there — I asked him about taking pictures. Will you still be in town? I think she’d like you to be there.”
“Of course,” Chrissy says. “Maybe we can go get our nails done that day.”
“That’s perfect.” Eddie exhales, breath coming out slightly shaky as he sucks in another. “And she…she’ll say ‘yes,’ right?”
“Oh, Ed…”
Chrissy lets out a soft sigh and you’d bet anything she’s rubbing his arm.
“Definitely,” she tells him. “There’s no doubt in my mind.”
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Girls Loving Girls - Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham
Paring: Robin Buckley x Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader
Warning: 18+, Smut, Soft Dom/Sub, Morning After, Threesome FFF, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, My Shitty Writing.
Kinktober 13 - Threesome
You were snuggled comfortably beneath soft, grey linen covers, lying between the two undressed women, who were gradually waking up. Last night's confessions had turned into passionate lovemaking.
Robin Buckley invited all the ladies to her place for a movie night, and unfortunately, Nancy was unavailable, leaving just you and Chrissy. The summer temps were dropping in the evening, and poor Chris was practically shivering in those small pieces of clothing when you were all out in the living room.
She lightly pulled at the wool blanket sprawling across the three of you until cuddling for warmth was suggested, bringing the three of you closer than ever with sexual tensions rising. One thing led to another, and next, you were being fucked by Robin while Chrissy's dripping pussy sunk into your mouth.
A delicate sigh left the cheerleader's lips while she shuffled back into your mound, feeling you lean in and push a soft strand of her strawberry blond hair back behind her ear, kissing behind her earlobe, “Morning, pretty girl.”
“Good morning,” Chrissy beamed with that warm, affectionate smile across her curved-shape lips, her cheeks extra rosy when she turned back and kissed you.
Robin was behind, spooning into your body with both arms comfortably wrapped around you, falling asleep with her hand cupping your tit while the other lay flat against your tummy.
With a deep, sleepy groan, she buried her face into the plush pillow you'd been sharing throughout the night.
The sweet aroma of Chrissy and you filled her nose with each breath, reminding her of the two beautiful women in her bed.
She released herself from your body and rolled to her back, laying the palm of her hands over her eyes, rubbing them open with a yawn while her recently polished black nails buried into her shaggy brown bangs.
The two of you both looked over and greeted the sleepy girl.
“Morning,” She murmured in a drawn-out sentence with that gravelly morning voice, making your thighs clench together.
If she dared look across the bedroom floor, she would find discarded garments and other pieces of clothing sprawled across it, painting a pretty picture of the night before.
“Holy shit, I think that was the best sleep I’ve ever had,” Robin said, crossing her arms behind her head, relaxing languidly across her comfortable mattress, watching you inch ever so close with a soft smile.
“You should invite us to bed more often.”
“Oh, trust me, babe, I was planning on it.” She winked.
Chrissy sat up on her elbow and cupped her cheek. Her eyes wandered across the scene, following the trails of hickeys and bite marks, recollecting her lustful, hazy mindset from last night when she kissed down each of your bodies, across tummies, hips, thighs, and especially those gorgeous sets of breasts.
They felt incredible being cupped in her hands, even better when they were pressed against her own. Both were so soft, warm, and well-rounded in her touch. She loved everything about them. The different shapes and sizes for her to enjoy, and the beautiful skin tones that paint the nipples.
Chrissy couldn't help herself. She raised abruptly to her knees and straddled herself between Robin and your spread thighs. Those innocent-looking eyes gazed upon you two and affectionately asked for some morning kisses, which Buckley gladly agreed to, as yet to receive any this morning.
Your pussy gained a sudden pulsation watching her lean down, Robin's hand instantly swooping around, grazing along the back of her neck, and collecting her hair as their lips collided together, moving slowly and sensually with such passion.
Noses brushing against one another with warm breaths on each other's cheeks. Their naked breasts pushed together as Chrissy's hips began to roll ever so slightly.
Robin snaked down your waist and positioned her lengthy, nimble fingers against your clitoris, rubbing in tight, rhythmic circles.
You moaned softly and tossed your head back into the pillow, getting a direct view of Robin’s digital clock on her side table. It would have instantly reminded you of work if it weren't for you being so distracted.
Your sensual sounds catch their attention without realizing it, causing them both to gaze in your direction, faces inches apart, their smirking lips a bright shade of red from kissing.
“Her pussies so fucking wet for us. Wanna taste, baby?” Robin offered, looking towards Chrissy, watching the young, innocent-seeming woman nod happily, feeling her swipe her fingers across your hole, collecting some of your wetness, and bringing them up to her mouth.
She pushed them past her lips as her tongue licked and savored your sweetness before Robin retracted back to get a taste for herself.
You gawk at the two women, lashes fluttering, unable to speak. You couldn’t believe the two hottest women in Hawkins, the two girls you have had deep crushes on, were sharing a taste of your arousal.
Robin's gaze darkened with an urge to satisfy. She suddenly grabbed Chrissy’s hips and rolled her back onto the mattress. Hungry eyes trailing over to your body before separating your thighs and slowly sinking between them.
You looked down at her, watching the way her broad tongue dragged through your silk folds, licking up before placing a wet kiss on your clitoris, repeating this action a few times till you were squirming beneath her.
“Y-you’re so fucking good with your tongue, Robs.” You whine softly, spreading your legs further apart and driving your fingers through her short, brown hair with a light tug, making her groan audibly into your cunt.
She slowly grazed her hand up Chrissy’s thigh to her smooth lips, swiping some arousal from her glistening entrance before giving some attention to her sensitive, pink clit, and continuously massaging her thumb over it.
Your body melted into the mattress as your bosom began to heave, moans falling from your lips the second Robin’s lips suckled gently, creating a warm, wet suction on your sweet spot.
Chrissy’s inner walls engulfed her lengthy fingers when she slid inside her tight hole and began finger fucking her.
You could hear Cunningham’s sweet noises of pleasure, the same ones she was singing last night while she rolled her hips on your face. This time her beautiful body was pressed into yours, and you felt her hips squirm beside you when Robin picked up her speed, and curls against her g-spot with more pressure, turning you on even more.
Within minutes, arousal and sweat were scenting Buckley’s bedroom. Her gray bedsheets were now soaked in a mixture of the two. You and Chrissy had come together, holding hands while your heads tossed back into the pillow, and toes curled as waves of pleasure washed over your bodies.
She used her tongue to clean the two of you before crawling up, covering the both of you in sweet, sensual kisses, making the woman beside you giggle. Robin smiled softly and rose from the mattress.
“Where are you going?” You inquire, brows furrowing and head tilting in curiosity.
“I’m gonna start us some breakfast. You two stay all cute and cozy for me.” She hummed, throwing on her boy short panties and a t-shirt, listening to Chrissy and you whine dramatically as she exited the bedroom with a small chuckle.
Eventually, the two of you crawled out of the warm bed, raiding Robin’s closet for clothes before heading out to the kitchen to make breakfast together.
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𐐪𐑂 CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM X VIRGIN READER
NSFW.
you were beyond nervous. with your legs closed tightly, teary eyes and shaky hands.
“angel, it’s okay” chrissy tried to convince you, her smile sweet and her hands gentle as one of them cupped your cheek and the other rubbed your thigh. “if you don’t feel ready, we can just stop now. can cuddle and have some snacks?”
but you wanted it, so so bad. she looked so beautiful, her body completely bare as she wanted nothing more but to make you feel comfortable. she didn’t want you to feel exposed.
“i do!” one of your hands squeezed hers, giving her a sincere smile as your legs slowly opened, and you had to gulp down the lump in your throat. and the whole time, chrissy’s eyes were on yours.
“is it okay if i take a look?” she caressed your cheek, and asked when your legs were completely opened.
“yes” you tried to say firmly but your voice still shook a bit, and you clenched around nothing when chrissy’s eyes were on your cunt.
“woah” she breathed out, her eyes wide as she looked down, “holy- can i please touch?”
you hummed, kind of losing your patience as all you wanted was to feel her hands on you.
she lowered both of her hands to your cunt, one of them resting on your inner thigh as the other seemed hesitant with its movements.
“pretty” she murmured and her middle finger came down to gently rub your clit, causing you to whimper at the slight friction, her eyes shooting up to your own in a second. “feels good?”
“so good” you moaned as chrissy allowed a second finger to touch your cunt, using this one to massage near your hole, but never exactly where you needed her. you had already forgotten how nervous and scared you were, the mere thought chrissy’s fingers inside of you filling your mind.
her fingers massaged your cunt softly, not adding too much pressure. you were so wet already, and chrissy felt herself get wet as well when she noticed her fingers were coated with your arousal.
“do you want my mouth angel?”
“fingers! want ‘em inside” you protested, and chrissy smiled softly, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“i know, sweet thing. will get to that, i promise. but i must prep you properly, alright? make it hurt as little as possible.”
and after all, she was the experienced one, not you. so you gave in, and with a soft sigh, you agreed.
“good girl” chrissy murmured as she eyed your cunt hungrily, before she lowered her mouth onto your heat, the contact making you moan loudly.
her mouth was wet and warm, and it just felt so good against your needy cunt.
“chrissy,” you whimpered softly, your hand at the back of her head as you tried your best not to ruin her perfect ponytail.
meanwhile, chrissy had started moving her tongue, her sweet tongue. usually, she was so gentle, but now, her tongue was pressed against your clit and she moved it rather harshly.
you were writhing and whimpering, your eyes closing tightly as you bucked your hips up into chrissy’s mouth, earning an awestruck expression from her.
“that’s it, such a good girl for me” she mumbled against you, the vibrations causing you to cry out in pleasure, eyes rolling back into your head.
safe to say, that night chrissy had you in every way possible, doing whatever she wanted to you, but still being gentle about it.
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bruises and bambi (C.C.)
Chrissy Cunningham x afab/Henderson! reader
you have a thing for chrissy, and it feels like the earth has fallen from its axis when she says she likes you too.
part two!
warnings: pining, canon typical homophopia, slight angst, chrissys shitty boyfriend, language, borders on the verge of smut but no actual smut, slut shaming??, heavy petting, tits, eddie is hilarious. let me know if i missed any!
all lower case on purpose!
word count: 4,078
“y’know, people probably think we’re sleeping together.” eddie states, staring at the back of the house where three quarters of hawkins high are getting wasted. he passes you the cigarette, formerly in his mouth and you hum.
“why would they?” you ask, your head still hanging upside down out the door of his van.
“hm, probably because we live in indiana and no one knows your into chicks when you hang out with me.” he replies sarcastically, but you can’t be bothered to care. you take a drag, hold back gagging at the taste, and shrug.
“at least people think we’re getting laid.” you finally giggle. eddie rolls his eyes and flicks the bud out into the grass.
“come on, i have business to do.” he pulls you up and starts to walk across the yard. you fumble quickly behind him in the damp grass.
“try not to get wasted without me, okay?” he muses, patting your shoulder before disappearing into the crowd to find his ‘clients’.
you make your rounds, speaking to a few of your peers you actually manage to not hate, before getting an cup of something strong that tastes like a juice box and hiding in a corner. after a few, eddie finds you and he’s got a lit blunt between his fingers.
“want some? one of my guys didn’t show.” he explains quickly and holds it towards you. you’re fast to decline though, you don’t want to get completely messed up tonight. you think, until you see them.
jason is at the counter, a cup in his hand and chrissy clinging to his side. he’s smiling, talking exaggeratedly with his arms, and about one millisecond away from spilling the red drink onto her light blue dress.
but this isn’t about him.
it’s about how fucking pretty she looks in that sweater dress. it’s baby blue and ends right on the middle of her thighs. underneath it is a pair of white fishnets that end at a pair of white high topped converse. her makeup matches perfectly because of course it does, it’s chrissy.
but who are you kidding, she could be wearing the paper bag wrapped around the bottle of vodka beside her and you’d still think he was breathtaking.
eddie follows your gaze and looks back at you sympathetically.
“you sure you don’t want a hit?” eddie suggests, not sure how else to help.
“gimme it.” you huff as you snatch it out of his hand. “how long do we have to stay?” you ask, peering up at him sadly.
“give me fifteen.” he answers, handing you the keys to the van and disappearing back into the crowd.
//
it's just two days shy of a week after the party that you're sitting in your senior u.s history class, bored out of your mind.
you're not listening to a word mrs click is saying, you'd had enough of her after your first week in sophomore world history.
"and you're going to have partners for this project-" that gets your attention real fast, head snapping up from picking your black nail polish.
after looking at the board while mrs click calls out groups, you come to the conclusion that the project is on a famous moment from the revolutionary war. ‘sounds lame’ you think, an annoyed huff coming from your nose.
“and finally, mrs. henderson will be paired with mrs. cunningham.” shit. your eyes dart to chrissy and she sends you a polite smile. you try to force one back, but you’re panicking. you can’t do a project with chrissy fucking cunningham.
when you glance back at her, an anxious look has taken over her soft features and your chest gets tight. hell, she probably wants to work with you even less than you want to work with her.
why would chrissy, the nice cheerleader who makes honor roll alongside her basketball player boyfriend, want to work with you, the quiet girl who wears hand-me-downs and is in a band called corroded coffin? easy, she wouldn’t.
“you may have the last five minutes to meet with your partner and create a work plan.” mrs click announces, and you think she must really be a demon from hell, sent to make your life miserable.
before you can move to get up, chrissy is plopping down in the seat in front of you and turnin the chair around. she’s wearing her cheer outfit and you’re suddenly reminded that there's a pep rally next period. gross.
“hi!” she beams, her sweet airy voice pulling you out of your trance.
“hey, chrissy.” your voice comes out gravely and tired. no, exhausted. you’d slept on a pile of blankets in the back of eddies van after having another nightmare about that thing without a face. you hadn’t wanted to be alone, and didn’t want to wake dustin by crawling into his bed.
“so, i already have like the whole project mapped out.” she’s speaking fast, obviously confident in her academic ability, before she pauses. “if it’s all okay with you?” she nervous, probably scared you’ll shoot down all her ideas, but you don’t.
“that all sounds great, just tell me what i need to do and i’ll do it.” you promise and her whole face breaks out into the most adorable grin you’ve ever seen.
"uh, well i'll get the materials and we can make the poster together." she suggests and you nod, still on the verge of a panic attack.
finally the bell rings. you're quick to reach for your bag and she stands, ready to walk out
"wait-" you call out, maybe a bit to loud and she spins to face you again. "your place or mine?" you ask as you rush to stand up to her level.
a brief moment of emotion you can't quite place flashes over her features.
"is yours okay?" she questions shyly and you nod. “tomorrow, after school?” she suggests and you try to answer her even though the fact that ‘holy shit chrissy is gonna be in your room’.
“uh, i actually have a thing right after school, but i should be-” you start to ramble, mentaly cursing eddie and his stupid weekly band meetings.
“i’ll wait for you, you ride home with munson, right?” her voice is so sweet that you want to yell yes in her face and tell her you’re so excited to work with her and every thought you’ve ever had. then it hits you, after band practice you’ll be sweaty and the boys will probably want to go out.
“just like, meet me at door ten around 4:30?” you feel rude, but she just smiles brightly and says that’s perfect. she waves bye and rushes down the hall to her next class before you can even say anything back.
as soon as chrissy’s out of sight, your racing down the hall in the other direction. your converse are slapping the ground loudly and people are glaring at you as you bump into them. you don’t care. how could you care when chrissy cunningham, princess of hawkins high is coming to your house with you tomorrow afternoon?
“eddie!” you all but scream when he comes into view. he looks shocked to see you running at him and yelling, not to mention you probably have at least two hall monitors trailing you now.
“what the hell?” he asks when you nearly fall into him, gripping his metallica shirt for balance. he’s glaring down at you as you try to catch your breath. “the bell is about to ring why aren’t you in class right now.”
“c.c.c.” you finally gasp and he furrows his brows. chrissy cunningham crush, he had suggested the acronym so that you could talk about it freely in public.
“what about her?” he asks, becoming quickly more invested.
“she’s coming to my house, dude!” you shout. you can see the moment the words register in his head.
“holy fucking shit!” his voice is so loud it echoes around the nearly empty hallway around you, right before the bell rings.
“that’s lunch detention, both of you. friday.” tammy thompson drones. shit.
\\
you had gone home and deep cleaned your room, not wanting a single thing to be out of place. then you had nit-picked at dustin to do his nightly chores so that the rest of the house would be clean too.
“i don’t see why it’s such a big deal!” he had yelled after you’d shoved him out the door to take the trash out.
“it just is, okay?” you’d called back, and your mom was just happy to see you and dustin cleaning for once.
this morning you had taken the longest shower of your life, and made sure that every part of your hair, outfit, and makeup were perfect.
it had taken you nearly an hour to pick out your clothes, a pair of acid washed mom jeans, a red and black striped shirt over a black thermal, and your converse. okay so maybe it was nothing special, but you felt really good.
but when you got to school and saw her in her short white skirt and blush pink sweater, you nearly fainted.
“you’re no better than a man.” eddie had remarked when he caught you looking at her.
but now here he was, walking you down the hall and giving you the pep talk of your life. you’re sweaty and the sides of your hands are split and a little bloody from clumsily playing the drums for the past hour.
she’s waiting for you just outside the door, bag of materials in hand, looking out towards the football field. he pats you on the shoulder and kisses the side of your head.
“good luck, don’t throw up.” he smirks and shoves you toward the door. you mutter a quick asshole, before stepping outside.
“hey!” she grins and you swear your heart fucking stops.
“hi” you manage to choke up, the light shining through her hair and catching her eyes just right as she smiles at you. if there is a god, please help me. “let’s go.” you shrug and she nods.
you’ve been walking for about five minutes, awkwardly talking about the weather and the project. she seems genuinely happy that you’re letting her run the whole assignment.
“y/n!” someone shouts behind you suddenly. chrissy gasps and jerks towards you as you both turn to see dustin riding towards you full speed down the hill.
“hey dusty.” you feign amusement and he rolls up beside you.
“hi, i’m dustin.” he ignores you and extends his hand to chrissy. she shakes his hand and giggles as she introduces herself.
after a few moments of walking, she adjusts the large bag of craft supplies. there’s a red mark on her wrist from carrying it.
“here, let me hold that.” you reach for the bag and she gasps softly. you follow her gaze to your bruised hands. had you really been playing that badly?
“what happened?” she drops the bag and takes your hand in her small ones. her fingertips are soft as they run down your palm to get a better look. you choke on your breath when her big bright eyes look up at you with concern.
as much as you don’t want to, you pull your hand from hers. because if you don’t you’re going to pass out.
“just got distracted while drumming, it’s not a big deal.” you attempt to shrug it off, but she looks at you skeptically. you take the chance to reach down and pick up the bag at her feet. “c’mon”
the rest of the walk is spent with dustin ranting, telling jokes about science and comic that chrissy definitely doesn’t understand, but laughs at anyway. you’re grateful the awkwardness is gone, but now you can barely get a word in. you let out a breath of relief when the house is finally in sight.
“dustin, show her where my room is while i get food.” you direct and he quickly leads her down the hall, clearly eager to keep talking about the game of d&d he is going to play at mikes tomorrow night.
you take a moment to breath and prepare yourself for what you’re about to do. you can fight monsters and possessed kids but not face a tiny cheerleader in a miniskirt? this is pathetic. You groan as you start grabbing armfuls of snacks and trek down the hallway.
when you reach your doorway, dustin is sitting on you bed still talking her ear off while chrissy gazes around your room in amazement. to avoid the need for her validation that’s quickly rising in your throat, you throw a nutty bar at dustin's head and dump the rest of the food on the floor.
“there’s so many posters.” she gawks at your walls before gasping and reaching for the large fish tank in the corner. “aw, they’re so cute.” she looks mesmerized by the two black goldfish, her smile contagious.
"yeah, mom said y/n could have two fish when i got yurtle." dustin explains and she looks at you with confusion.
"his turtle." you explain and she gives a silent 'oh'.
it's been a half hour since then. there's music playing softly on the radio while you both lie on the floor. your fingers are covered in glue and she laughs every time you get paper stuck to you.
the silence isn't awkward, it's calming. her occasional humming and laughs help ease the anxiety that you're laying face to face. there's only about eight inches between the two of you.
when the beginning notes of 'girls on film' fill the room you involuntarily gasp. her eyes shoot up to watch you as you crank the knob to the right.
she's still smiling, does she ever stop, you wonder, and she giggles as you start to dance.
you have no idea where the confidence comes from, but you grab your hair brush and start singing.
"see them walking hand in hand across the bridge at midnight!" you point at her while singing and she starts to dance, still laying on the floor.
after a few lines, you hold your hand out to her. her eyes get wide before she takes it.
"girls on film!" you shout, pulling her up. you toss your hair brush and grab her other hand. she's laughing and smiling as she sings and dances with you.
when the song ends, you let go of her hands and she flops back on your bed. she doesn’t stop laughing though. you move to turn down the music and when you turn back she’s absentmindedly snickering at the ceiling.
“what’s so funny?” you ask, a laugh of your own spilling out.
“that was so fun.” she says breathlessly and you nod.
“oh yeah, nothing but fun in the henderson household.” she’s beaming at you, theres no possible way you can feel better than this.
\\
eddie has a stupid smirk on his face as he watches you dreamily talk about chrissy. you’re sitting in the back of the lunch detention class; the teacher isn’t paying a single bit of attention.
“y/n, doll, that all sounds great except one minor detail.” he cuts off your ranting and you raise your eyebrows at him. he gets a pitiful smile on his face before reaching to squeeze your hand. “her boyfriend picked her up, and the project is finished now.” damn.
you hadn’t thought of it like that. if there was no project to work, she had no reason to talk to you. why did we finish it all in one night?
you’re about to say something back, probably something snotty, when you hear yelling from the hallway. he locks eyes with you and you both bolt up to follow the detention monitor into the hallway.
“you don’t just get to break up with me!” jason is screaming. you can just barely see chrissy around him, her body is slumped in on itself and she’s got tear tracks down her face.
“jason-” her voice comes out broken and quiet. a crowd has gathered, and staff isn’t even trying to stop it.
“no, okay. i don’t know what idea you got in your head that made you think that was alright.” he’s reprimanding her like a dog, and your blood feels like it’s boiling beneath your skin.
“i’m sorry.” she croaks out and he starts to laugh.
“no, chrissy. you’re not sorry because you’re a slut.” he yells and your feet are moving before you can stop yourself.
“nope.” eddie wraps both his arms around you and picks you up. “trust me, you don’t wanna do that.” he’s carrying you away down an empty hall.
“yes i do!” you say angrily, trying to pry his arms off you. he sets you down and turns you to face him. when you go to walk back, he grabs your shoulders and shakes you.
“y/n, hey. you will just make it worse for both of you.” he tries to dissuade you, and you know he’s right.
“i can’t just leave her there.” your voice cracks and you’re close to tears. he looks at you sadly.
“don’t, please don’t do this to yourself.” he trys meekly. you nod and he sighs in relief. “thank god.” he whispers and wraps his arms around you.
//
she hadn’t been in history, but people had kept the whispering to a minimum. you had been uncomfortable, constantly worrying about her all afternoon.
even now, you’re laying in bed on the brink of sleep. your thoughts or on her, your chest tight. there’s classical music playing softly from your record player by your fish tank and rain tapping on your window.
dustin was at mikes to stay the night, like he always was on friday nights, and your mom was out of town visiting your aunt.
that’s why you nearly shriek when something starts tapping on your window, louder than the rain. sun is down, but not so far that it’s dark outside. you’re shaking, your legs barely able to hold you up as you reach of the tapestry you use as a curtain. you hold your breath and pull the curtain back.
there’s chrissy, standing in the rain. she’s clearly disheveled, and her face is red and puffy like she just got done crying. you slide open the panes quickly, but she speaks before you can ask her why she’s there.
“can i stay here for the night?” she asks. her voice is still soft, but it’s also cracked and gravely. you don’t even answer, you just lean down and hold your arms out for her. she gives a small smile in relief, before jumping up and grabbing your shoulders.
“watch your head.” you whisper softly in her ear as you pull her up through your window.
when you set her down on your floor, your arms are still around her and her hands are still on your arms.
“thanks you.” it comes out as a breath and you nod, staring down into her eyes. you have to force yourself to pull your ring clad hands from her waist and guide her to sit on your bed.
she just sits there for a few minutes, staring down at your blankets. her hair is out of place, damp and hanging in her face.
“god, did you walk here?” you ask observing her drenched figure.
“i’m sorry for just barging in.” she sobs. she hides her face in her hands and you coo at her, pulling her into your arms.
“it’s okay, i promise.” you speak as softly as possible, not wanting to scare her. “i’m gonna get you some dry clothes, okay.” you ask, and she just nods from her place in the crook of her neck.
you get some of your comfy clothes, a baggy tee and sweatpants, and hand them to her.
“i’ll wait out-” she cuts you off and grabs your hand to keep you from moving towards the door.
“no-” she gasps. “please don’t leave me.” she pleads and you nod, not trusting yourself to speak. you turn and stare at the wall so that she can change.
you can see her shadow on the wall as she pulls off her shirt; you snap your eyes shut quickly. don’t be a fucking creep, y/n. your palms are sweaty, and you dig your nails into them.
“i’m done.” she mumbles, and you look back at her. your stomach drops when you see her in your baggy clothes. she just sits there, peering at you shyly while you gawk at her.
“h-have you eaten dinner?” you ask, trying to be polite. she shakes her head no and you nod. “i’ll order pizza.” you suggest and she nods. you start to move out the door and she grabs your forearm, letting you guide her.
“you can pick out a movie.” you murmur to her when you step into the livingroom. you point at a stack of tapes from the video store and she nods, letting go of your arm to look.
you go in the kitchen and order pizza after checking to make sure your mom left you money. when you’re done, you turn to see her sitting on the couch. you squint and see that she put in bambi. you’re mom had suggested that you and dustin rent it for family movie night.
“we have about a half hour.” you inform her, sitting down. she gives a small nod, eyes still glued to the screen in front of her. you finally lean your head back and try to relax. it’s only a few minutes, but it feels like hours before she speaks.
“y/n?” she asks and you hum in response. she shifts her body towards yours.
“what is it?” you ask, but she’s suddenly leaning forward.
you almost can’t comprehend when her lips touch yours. you think you must be dreaming. you’re so stunned that you can’t even kiss back.
when she pulls her face away, her eyes are teary.
“that’s why i broke up with him.” she cries. “because when he picked me up all i wanted was to be back in your room because it’s quiet and dark and it smells really good and it’s not fucking pink and-” you cut her off by kissing her roughly, and you don’t stop.
neither does she.
when you softly bite her lower lip, she whines and you almost have to press your thighs together. she quickly puts her hands on your chest and straddles your thighs.
“is this okay?” she implores and you start nodding rapidly. hell yes it is.
“yeah.” you say breathlessly, and your hands are shaking as you move them to her waist. she smirks and starts kissing you again.
after a few more moments, her hips grind down onto you. the action causes her to gasp into your mouth. your fingers tighten, gripping her hips which are clad in your sweatpants. she repeats the action a few more times and you moan without receiving any stimulation.
“are you sure you want this.” you ask, looking up at her. she reaches down for your hand, sliding it up her shirt and to her bra. it’s thin and you almost moan again when you feel her nipple through it.
“i’m sure.” she promises, and you don’t hold back. you roughly squeeze her tit and start biting her neck.
she threads her fingers through your hair and pulls you head back. you’re both breathless. she maintains a searing eye contact as she slowly pulls her (your) shirt off. you can’t help yourself as you push her back to the couch, causing her to squeal as you climb over her.
you continue to press little kisses to her chest as she gasps, bringing her legs to wrap around your hips.
you pull your head up to observe the purple splotches you’ve left behind, when you notice a little brown spot under her bra strap. you move the strap and see that it’s a tiny heart shaped birthmark. her hand comes up to cradle your jaw, making you look at her. you grin.
“what?” she pants. you smirk, dipping your head back down and nipping at the soft flesh.
you move back up, placing your face above her own. her big doe eyes stare up at you affectionately.
“let me take care of you, bambi.”
#chrissy cunningham x reader#chrissy cunningham#stranger things 4#henderson!reader#chrissy cunningham imagine#original fic#stranger things#eddie munson#dustin henderson#stranger things fanfiction#grace van dien#chrissy cunningham x you#afab reader
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You want angst? I got some angst for you. Best friend!reader who has been in love with Eddie for years and he finally starts to date her. But then she finds out it’s only because he’s trying to get over Chrissy. I love youuuu 💚
- @corroded-hellfire xoxo
You: Eddie x Reader angst, please.
Me: Chrissy x Reader fluff? You got it!
Warnings: mentions of smut (18+ minors DNI), bisexual!Reader, bisexual!Chrissy, mention of male masturbation, allusion to dacryphilia, Eddie is an idiot and not in a cute way
WC: 2.3k
A/N: My first time writing Chrissy x Reader; please be kind!
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If someone took a Hellfire Club meeting, subtracted the matching shirts, and added beer, it would equal Jeff’s graduation party. The guys just finished a D&D campaign and are now hanging out in the kitchen, arguing over who gets to choose the radio station.
“Baby,” Eddie murmurs in your ear, one arm slung over your shoulder, “will you please tell Henderson that Duran Duran is not party music?” You giggle as he presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek. Back at the start of senior year–your first and only, his third and last–the two of you were just friends, but you’d always hoped for something more. So when he kissed you on Halloween, tasting like cigarettes and Reese's peanut butter cups, it was practically a dream come true.
Dustin rolls his eyes and flips him off. “Stop making your girlfriend do all your dirty work for you.” He leans over and turns the volume up even louder, shooting Eddie a smug look.
“Aww, but I love when she does dirty stuff,” Eddie taunts, and you smack the back of your hand against his chest. “Ow!”
“Don’t be gross,” you warn him, but when he brings his arm around your waist and pulls you in for another kiss, your irritation melts away. You can hear Mike Wheeler making retching noises, but you’re too wrapped up in Eddie to care.
You finally break away to excuse yourself to the restroom, both your lips and Eddie’s swollen from the day’s various makeout sessions. The whole summer stretches ahead of you, and you plan on spending as much of it with Eddie as possible before you leave for college. The two of you already have a plan: he’ll stay in Hawkins for a year to work at the plant with Wayne, save up money, and move to Indianapolis with you. You’ll live on campus until Eddie comes, and then you can get an apartment together.
You’re reapplying lip gloss when you hear your name come up in conversation, and your ears prick up.
“So, you and Y/N got it all figured out?” Gareth asks your boyfriend, who relays your future plans to his friend.
“Nice,” Jeff chimes in, clapping Eddie on the back. “We’re happy for you, dude.”
“Yeah, man,” says Lucas. “And we’re especially glad you’re finally over Chrissy.”
You can’t help the way your face falls slightly. It’s no secret that Eddie had harbored a crush on the head cheerleader for years, but you still feel a pathetic twinge of jealousy at the mention of her name. But he’s yours now, you remind yourself, trying to cheer up.
Jeff’s laugh interrupts your thoughts. “I told you; there’s no better way to get over Chrissy than to get Y/N under you.”
“Shut up, man!” Eddie hisses, but it’s too late. You’ve heard everything.
The guys are silent as the bathroom door slowly creaks open. Tears are falling from your eyes, sliding down the cheeks that Eddie had just kissed moments earlier. “I-I’m gonna go,” you choke out, grabbing your bag and dashing out of Jeff’s house as fast as your legs will carry you.
“Shit—sweetheart, wait!” Eddie calls out, running after you. You ignore him, but he catches up in just a few strides. “Baby, baby, please talk to me.”
“Why did you kiss me on Halloween?” you blurt out, swiping at your eyes. “Tell me!”
Eddie swallows the lump in his throat. “I was selling at a party, and I saw Chrissy leave with Carver,” he mumbles. “And the guys said that you had a crush on me and—and that I should just go for it, because I needed to move on from her…”
“And I wouldn’t say no,” you finish for him, a harsh laugh leaving your throat. “You could get your dick wet and I wouldn’t know any better, is that it?”
“No,” Eddie shakes his head, vehemently denying your accusation. “No, baby, I—”
“Don’t fucking call me that!” you seethe, clenching your fists.
It’s Eddie’s turn to cry now, and a sliver of satisfaction worms its way into your pain. “It was never about sex,” he says softly. “Yeah, okay, I asked you out to get over her. But I genuinely love you, okay? God, I love you so fucking much.” He reaches for your hands, but you pull them away and turn back towards your car.
“No, you don’t,” you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear. “Maybe you think you do, but when you love someone, you don’t fuck with their emotions like you did. Tell me, what would you have done if the kiss wasn’t good? Or you didn’t like being with me? Would you have kept on pretending? For how long?”
Eddie’s silent, gnawing at his lower lip. “I-I don’t know,” he finally stammers out.
Through misty eyes, you take one last look at him. “Did it work, Eddie? If Chrissy Cunningham showed up right now and professed her love for you, who would you choose?” His hesitation tells you everything you need to know. “That’s what I fucking thought.” You yank open the driver’s side door and slam it shut before speeding down the road.
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With the help of your friends and myriad flavors of Haagen-Daaz, you’d managed to get through your first Eddie-less summer in years. Even before you were dating, you’d been attached at the hip. Now, you've done your best to avoid him.
College move-in day comes and goes, and you eagerly anticipate the first day of classes. The campus is huge, so when you finally find your English lit class in Kinney Hall, you plop into the first available seat.
What you don’t realize is that you’ve chosen to sit right next to Chrissy fucking Cunningham.
“Y/N, right?” she asks. Her strawberry blonde hair falls in gentle waves. “It’s so nice to see a familiar face around here. That whole ‘small fish, big pond’ saying is totally true.”
“Mhm,” you reply tersely. You have to mentally tell yourself that she’s not at fault here, and you attempt to smile.
Chrissy picks up on your resistance. “Is everything okay?” Worry creases her forehead, and you realize she’s genuinely concerned.
You sigh. “It’s a long story; wanna grab coffee after class?”
“I’d love that.” She reaches over and squeezes your hand, and you feel a spark jolt through your body.
~
You relay the saga to Chrissy over steaming lattes in the dining hall. Her crystal blue eyes widen when she hears how Eddie used you to move on from his crush on her.
“What a little weasel!” she shouts, slapping her hand over her mouth when other students glare at her. “Men are the absolute worst.” She takes a sip of her coffee.
You raise your eyebrows. “I take it you and Jason…”
Chrissy scoffs. “Over and out. He dumped me the day before I left, saying he ‘didn’t wanna be tied down,’ which is basically code for ‘I wanna fuck a bunch of sorority girls.”
“Well, now you can fuck a bunch of frat guys,” you jokingly offer.
“Yeah,” she muses, averting her gaze to the ground, “or…or sorority girls.”
Oh.
“Cool,” you say slowly. “I didn’t know…I mean, I’m really glad you can be yourself.” Why are you getting so tongue-tied around her? Sure, she’s beautiful, and sweet, and funny, and understanding…
Oh.
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The first time you kiss Chrissy Cunningham is in her dorm room. You’re both sitting cross-legged on the bed, proofreading each other’s midterm essays.
“You know,” she starts, “I was always jealous of you in high school.” She laughs at the bewildered expression on your face. “I’m serious! Don’t give me that look!”
“I’m sorry, but I refuse to believe that the Queen of Hawkins High was jealous of me.”
Chrissy giggles again, and the sound is music to your ears. “I felt like I had to try so hard to be a version of myself that other people liked, even if I didn’t. But you’ve always been so…authentic. And people loved that about you.”
“Well, I wanted to look as cute as you did in a cheerleader uniform, so we’re even.” Your cheeks heat up at your admission, and you try to move on. “Plus, you were always so nice to everyone. Like, you could’ve been a total bitch to anyone who was different, but you weren’t. Which, by the way, made it nearly impossible to hate you after the whole Eddie fiasco.”
But Chrissy’s still caught up on what you’d said previously. “You thought I looked cute?” A blush creeps into her cheeks.
“Uh-huh,” you murmur, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Still do.” Before you can chicken out, you press your lips to hers. She tastes like strawberries, and you can’t get over how soft she is. It’s like you were made to kiss each other.
You’re both wanting for one another, but nothing’s rushed or too hungry. Chrissy makes her way onto your lap, straddling your waist as though she’s done it a thousand times before. It’s not until you hook your pointer finger through her belt loop and tug her a bit closer that she realizes what she’s done.
“Shit, I-I’m sorry,” she stutters. “Got lost in the moment, I guess.”
You shake your head. “No, I liked it. A lot.” Your nerves ease when you feel hers do the same, and you both smile.
Chrissy presses her forehead to yours. “You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” she murmurs. Not used to receiving compliments, you just start to kiss her again. You never want to stop.
~
The two of you become inseparable, with all of your new friends declaring you campus’ cutest couple. You practically live in each other’s dorm room, snuggled up in tiny twin beds.
It’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more.
So it’s no surprise that you continue this when you return to Hawkins for the holidays. You’re in your kitchen, watching Chrissy pour a bag of chocolate chips into a bowl of raw cookie dough.
“You’re a natural, babe,” you tease. “Have you considered dropping out of college and going to culinary school?”
She plays along, draping her arms over your shoulders and saying, “but I would miss my pretty girlfriend too much!” Her dramatic pout makes you smile, and you kiss it tenderly.
The doorbell rings, and you offer to get it while Chrissy mixes in the chocolate.
You swing open the door, expecting to see your mom carrying in the groceries. Instead, Eddie’s standing there. His face lights up when he looks at you, completely juxtaposing your scowl.
“What do you want?” You can’t hide the anger in your voice; quite frankly, you don’t want to.
Eddie shoves his hands in his pockets. “Can I come in?” he asks timidly.
“No.”
“O-Okay,” he stammers, running his fingers through his hair. “I just, um, I saw that you’re home from school and…God, I miss you s’fucking much,” he admits. His whole body sags with the confession. “I want you back…need you back, if you’ll take me. Unless you’re with some big-shot college guy now,” he adds wryly.
You stifle a laugh. “Not quite.”
Right on cue, Chrissy flounces over to the entryway. “Baby, do you want me to put the cookies in the ov–oh,” she stops in her tracks and narrows her eyes. “Can we help you?”
“He was just leaving,” you reassure her, starting to close the door.
“Wait–did she just call you…” Eddie's eyes dart back and forth between you and Chrissy, trying to process what’s happening.
Chrissy snakes her arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “I called her baby,” she repeats, pressing a chaste kiss below your earlobe. “Just a term of endearment for my girlfriend.”
You place your hands over hers as she nuzzles closer into you. “I figured if someone was worth ruining our relationship over, I should see what all the fuss was about.”
You think that Eddie’s eyes are going to pop out of his head. “But…but…you and me,” he says to you before turning his attention to your partner, “and…and you and Carver…”
“Yeah,” you retort, “it’s called bisexuality, dumbass. We like men and women.”
“But we only have eyes for each other,” Chrissy informs him.
“Plus,” you add snidely, “no one’s faking anything in this relationship.” Chrissy bites down into your shoulder to keep herself from cackling at your insult.
“You–you didn’t fake–with me?” Eddie sputters, barely able to choke out a coherent thought.
“Oh, Eddie, right there, you’re soooo good,” you dramatically moan, and neither you nor Chrissy can hold back your laughter as his jaw drops. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have cookies to bake.” With that, you slam the door in your ex’s bewildered face.
“Babe, that was so badass,” Chrissy says, and you preen at her praise. “You know that pervert is gonna go home and yank it thinking about us, though, right?”
You roll your eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. Probably gonna cry while he cums, too, because he knows he can’t have either one of us now.”
Chrissy wrinkles her nose. “Now that’s a visual I didn’t need.” You swat at her playfully, and she continues. “Not like how you made me cry when I came the other night, though. That was something totally different.” Her grin is mischievous, and you know exactly where this is leading.
“Wanna see if I can do that again?” you ask, cupping her cheeks and kissing her gently.
“You read my mind, baby.”
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#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x f!reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x female reader#chrissy cunningham#chrissy cunningham x reader#chrissy cunningham x you#chrissy cunningham x female reader#eddie munson fanfic#stranger things fanfic#fanfic
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okay but suddenly i have THOTS about chrissy's first time with fem!reader. 18+ here. bc i'm a bi mess and women are lovely and chrissy is ughh. and i feel i haven't written f/f in a while so......
where she's nervous, reader is experienced, chrissy isn't. everything is so new to her, but she's never felt this sense of ease with anyone like she does with reader and the attraction is undeniable. chrissy having dreams about reader before even admitting them out loud and having spur of the moment kisses here and there. dreams that led chrissy to touch herself in the early mornings bc if she doesn't, she's going to be thinking about you and the dreams through her college classes and she did that once and it was the most sexually frustrated she's ever been. chrissy that hates she's so inexperienced bc she's had to be the darling angel all her life, the perfect girl, perfect cheerleader, perfect girlfriend. but you are so at ease with who you are, always smiling, always laughing and you make chrissy laugh so hard sometimes. you know who you are and she's just so taken by you. it starts with a kiss and wandering hands. her body just moving seamlessly with you,legs spreading, and she's begging for you. she's wet, drenched between her legs before you even pull her panties down, and the way she's hot, dripping wet for you makes you both moan in your kiss. you swallow her moans and whimpers, her begging you not to stop and you assure her you wouldn't dream of it. that you want to feel her perfect cunt cum on your fingers, making her let out a sob. she's clinging on to you, biting your lip, your jaw, her hips bucking into your fingers to the point you're not doing anything, you're simply letting her fuck herself on your fingers. she feels so tight and warm around them, you're kissing her neck, your breath hot and unsteady, praising her, whispering them into her ear.
"you're such a good girl, Chrissy... you feel so fucking good... jesus fuck, i wish you could see yourself... you're making me wet just seeing you...hearing you... god you sound so pretty when you moan like that, angel..."
by the time your thumb caresses her clit, she's so far gone, riding your fingers so hard and fast, desperate for her own pleasure, her own climax, she wants to cum. she wants to be selfish and cum first. always having to think about others, never herself, always dealing with her problems by herself that you're the first person she feels safe letting go with, and she does, she cries, sobs, screams your name, screaming that she's cumming, and you're biting her neck, telling her to cum, knowing she's close, the way her cunt clenches around your fingers, and she does, there's tears down her face as she cums, your fingers soaked in her heated release, pushing your fingers slow and deep in and out of her, milking her climax, making her little body squirm and twitch until slowly you stop and slide your fingers out, amused how her cunt squeezes at them, as if she didn't want to let go.
she lets out a needy moan as you suck a finger clean, smiling as you feed her a finger, letting her taste herself with a smile. "sweetest thing I've tasted in a while..."
giving out a pout, "...but you've tasted a lot of sweet things, right?"
you chuckle, "Maybe.... But... You're the sweetest. I promise."
she blushes, smiling sweetly at you. "I didn't last long... It was... I felt so..." Biting her lip, she looked up at you. "I wouldn't mind going again...with um...with your..."
you smile, looking over at her, a darkened look in your gaze. "...my strap?" she nodded, making you chuckle, giving her a kiss on her lips. "Here I thought you were innocent... You're just needy."
she let out a whimper, "needy for you."
"I'll take it. I'll take all of you, whatever you're goodly enough to give me..." Kissing her lips one more time before rising from the bed. "Well... If you're that needy... We're gonna have a long night ahead of us... I'm gonna make you enjoy every second."
#words did come hither — writings#— words come drabbles#chrissy cunningham#chrissy cunningham x female reader#chrissy cunningham x reader#chrissy cunningham x you#chrissy cunningham smut
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How do you think Chrissy would react if you were besties and you told her you think you’re into girls and basically it ends in the two of you kissing (I think I’m slowly realizing I like girls as another girl and I just.. need some scenarios in my head🙈)
the first time you mentioned it to her, your heart would be beating out of your chest because you’re literally confessing this to your crush, even though you try to seem nonchalant. and it works.
somewhat.
truly, the only reason it works is because chrissy is internally freaking out herself. so much so she doesn’t even notice your shaking hands. i feel like she’d keep quiet about it for a while, pretending it didn’t affect her, but she also starts feeling her walls drop. your chris gets flirty and more touchy than usual, and you love it. she waited a little while enough so you didn’t even allow yourself to consider she has feelings for you. wishful thinking is your enemy. one of you guys’ sleepovers takes a turn when chrissy tells you she broke up with jason. for good.
heart racing again, hands shaking only a little less than less time, you’re anxious and maybe stuttering a little… trying to seem supportive of your friend, deep down jumping with joy that she finally left him, and chrissy would scoot closer. you two would change the subject because otherwise both of you would fall into a panic attack with how nervous you were, but you’re sitting closer than usual. completely pressed up to each other. it slowly turns into cuddling, making jokes at the movie in low voices because of how close you are, laughing into each other’s embrace, then you accidentally both turn to the other at the same time mid-giggle, and truly, how could you expect chrissy not to close the gap? you’re too pretty. it’s your fault.
you sigh into it, so chrissy doesn’t really feel any guilt.
#i need her. carnally#fairy writes#chrissy cunningham (harmo’s version)#sapphic!chrissy cunningham#friends to lovers#wlw#chrissy cunningham#lovesick!chrissy cunningham#chrissy cunningham smut#chrissy cunningham drabble#chrissy cunningham blurb#chrissy cunningham imagine#chrissy cunningham fluff#chrissy cunningham x fem!reader#chrissy cunningham x reader#chrissy cunningham x you#chrissy cunningham x y/n#st x you#st x reader#first kiss
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Glasses
Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 816
Warnings: A bit of language, partial nudity, making out, they watch an erotic film (nothing is described)
Summary: Chrissy has always had a crush on you, and it all comes out when the two of you have a sleepover.
Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1
Chrissy had never slept over at your house before. She’d slept over at Emily’s house, and Laura’s house, and even Stephanie Wilson’s—but never yours. You were different—she didn’t get flustered when Emily changed clothes in front of her, or when Laura called her platonic pet names. She didn’t blush when Stephanie gave her a hug.
She didn’t feel that way about Emily, Laura, or Stephanie. Not the way she felt about you.
She tried to argue when you suggested she spend the night. “I wouldn’t want to intrude,” she insisted, “I’m sure you don’t have enough space for me.”
“Oh, no, honey, don’t worry about it, we can just share my bed.”
Chrissy turned bright red. “O-o-okay then.”
You smiled, tossing her a pair of pajama bottoms. “Here, you can wear these. You can change into ‘em while I take out my contacts.”
Chrissy blinked. “C—You wear contacts?”
You laughed nervously. “Yeah, I have terrible vision. Contacts are such a pain but I hate how glasses look on me, so I usually deal with the hassle when I’m going out.”
Chrissy swallowed as you walked into the bathroom. She didn’t know why the thought of you in glasses made her so nervous—plenty of people wore glasses, it was just a normal thing. It was just… it was you. You in glasses. You must look so cute in glasses! And sexy, and—Chrissy, stop thinking, she scolded herself.
You came out of the bathroom and Chrissy tried her best to appear casual. Gosh, she’s hot with glasses on. She turned bright red and looked away from you, clearing her throat.
“Your, uh, your glasses are cute,” she managed, examining her perfectly manicured nails. And you are too—CHRISSY SHUT UP.
You giggled, sitting on the bed next to her. “Thanks, Chris. You’re cute too.” You booped her nose.
Chrissy let out a strangled noise she couldn’t quite stifle.
You pulled away in concern. “Are you okay?”
Chrissy’s eyes widened and she covered her face in mortification. “Oh, gosh, that was embarrassing,” she mumbled.
You laughed, and pulled her hands away from her face. “Don’t worry, Chrissy, I’m not gonna make fun of you.” You kissed her nose and walked over to your closet.
Chrissy fell back onto your bed, covering the probably-red heat on her face with her hands.
“So, how’s cheer going?” you asked, pulling out a t-shirt and beginning to strip down.
Chrissy froze at the sight of your bare back and cleared her throat, unable to look away. “G-good! It—it’s been good.”
“That’s great!” You turned around and Chrissy got a flash of your tits before you pulled the t-shirt over your head. She could barely breathe. You plopped down next to her with a big smile, the shirt riding up to reveal pink lacy panties. “Wanna watch Blood and Roses?”
She tilts her head. “I’ve never heard of that one.”
“Oh, it’s so good, we have to watch it.” You got up and fished for the tape in the box under your T.V. “It’s a sixties movie about vampires, you’ll love it.” You found what you were looking for and held it up triumphantly before slipping it into the player.
Chrissy swallowed. “Is it—is it scary?”
You nodded your head from side to side in a “so-so” motion. “Eh, kind of. It’s mostly just really sexy.” You grinned slyly before leaping back up next to her.
Chrissy swallowed again and watched the movie with wide eyes. Oh, gosh, she realized quickly, this is lesbian erotica.
She watched the film attentively, watching Carmilla and Georgia do things she wished she could do with you.
It ended and Chrissy was left feeling hot and dizzy. You looked over at her, grinning expectantly, but your smile dropped when you saw her expression. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. Before she could stop herself, she was grabbing your face in her hands and kissing you passionately. You gasped against her lips before kissing her back, tangling your hands in her hair and letting her push you down onto your bed.
Kissing you was like nothing she’d ever experienced before—it was nothing like Jason, or Michael, or Christopher, or any guy she’d kissed before. Gosh, it was so much better. You were so much better.
“Gods, Chrissy, I’ve been in love with you for years,” you told her breathlessly once you broke apart.
“Really?” she asked shyly, her tone a stark contrast from the hot desire she’d shown just moments before.
“Of course, Chris.” You leaned up and kissed her neck, trailing up her jaw and finishing with a soft peck to her cheek.
Chrissy giggled breathlessly, collapsing against you and nuzzling the crook of your neck. “You look so hot with glasses on.”
You laughed, rubbing her shoulder. “Thanks, Chrissy. You look hot no matter what.”
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Surrender II
Eddie Munson x fem!Reader x lesbian!Chrissy Cunningham
You find out the full story of Eddie and Chrissy's past, and surprise yourself a little with just how interested you are.
Part One. Part Two. Part Three.
cw: established relationship, platonic!hc (eddie and chrissy are college besties), questioning/bi reader, phone sex (w/Chrissy), oral sex (fem receiving). 6.5k 18+, MDNI
Does excessive backstory need a warning? Cos that's what you're getting, bby. Also, this post by @pollenallergie is more or less how Chrissy came out to Eddie in my head 🥲
A little smirk breaks through Chrissy’s stoic facade and you feel yourself starting to laugh, half from shock and half from relief.
“Wait, so you…you’re…”
“Yep,” Chrissy nods. “Gay as the day is long.”
She smiles proudly at the admission, seeming pleased she can state it so plainly without any hemming or hesitation. You on the other hand, are long lost in your tangled thoughts, feeling almost as though you have whiplash trying to think of something to say.
Eddie clears his throat and you look up at him instinctively, finding an expression you’ve never seen before. It’s like he’s…worried. Did he need to be? The sharing girls thing was quite a revelation, but given everything you knew about his past, it kind of made sense.
“S-sorry,” you say, realizing how long you’ve been silent. “I’m just…trying to play catch up.”
“Well, Eddie should have told you,” Chrissy says, a little pointedly. “Sounds like someone is still a tad overprotective.” Her glance darts across the table at your boyfriend, who mumbles under his breath something like, jus’ trying to look out for you.
His typically boisterous face has grown sullen as he stares at his beer and swirls the last swallow of it that sits in the bottom of the tall glass. Chewing nervously on the corner of your lip, you turned back towards Chrissy.
“Do you think you could, uh…would you mind walking me through it?”
“Of course,” she says. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
“Okay,” you sigh. “How, um…how did it start? Like, how did you guys…when did you…”
The question snags in your throat, face getting hot as you search for exactly what you’re trying to ask only to come up empty. Chrissy’s head tips to the side and she smiles at you reassuringly.
“Should I go back to the beginning?”
She glances between you and Eddie, gauging your reactions, and you look back at him as you reach over to take his hand in yours.
“Is that okay with you?” you ask quietly.
He nods as your fingers lace together. “Yeah,” he says. “I want you to know.”
He holds your gaze for a moment and you squeeze his fingers quickly three times in a row. Your secret communication. An invisible note you pass back and forth whenever you think the other needs the reminder. I. Love. You. It finally brings a small smile back to his face. He lifts his gaze to meet Chrissy’s and gives her an affirming nod.
“Okay, then. Here we go!”
She titters excitedly and spreads her fingers wide as she prepares dramatically to lay her scene. You shoot Eddie a glance, noting his storytelling influence as she begins.
“So: high-school. Super fun if you fit in, but of course set one toe out of line and you’re all but burned at the stake. And I was this total goody two-shoes. Genuinely, the wildest thing I ever did was buy a tiny baggie of weed from this one.” She jerks her thumb at Eddie. “And my boyfriend was this super uptight Christian—like, I’m pretty sure he thought if he fingered me, he’d have to chop off his own hand. Which was fine, because he wasn’t what I wanted at all as it turns out.”
That must be the glass of spoiled milk. You nod thoughtfully as Chrissy goes on.
“We broke up right before graduation because I refused to follow him to his first choice school and instead I went away to be a counselor at summer camp…where I met Evelyn.”
She smiles wistfully again with that harlequin romance face of hers.
“We were truly, madly, deeply in love for all of about six weeks. And then our summer bubble popped and it all came to a crashing halt. She went back to Minnesota, and I went home to try and figure out what I was gonna do with my life. And, as it turned out, Eddie was too.”
You knew this part—how Eddie had just barely scraped by on his third attempt at a senior year; how he was more shocked than anyone when the college he applied to on a whim actually admitted him. It was cheaper than every other school in the area, and they had a reputation of accepting just about everyone. But Eddie had been convinced “everyone” wouldn’t include him.
“So, we both wound up at the same school and I was feeling really lost. The whole Jason debacle caused a big rift with my parents and my friends had gone away for college. I was already lonely and I’d just discovered this massive, totally life-altering thing about myself, but I had absolutely no one I could talk to about it.”
Chrissy looks down at her drink somberly and you tried to imagine her back then—the beautiful girl from his yearbook, the literal queen of his high-school, seemingly losing everything that made her, her and it makes your heart ache a little bit.
“I was stressed out and not sleeping well, so I went looking for Eddie to see if I could buy from him again. And he wasn’t selling anymore, but he asked if I wanted to hang out instead. He invited me to sit in on a D&D campaign and introduced me to a lot of really great people.”
At this, Eddie and Chrissy smiled, remembering how poorly her fairy character had fared in that first campaign.
“He was actually the first person I came out to,” she says, eyes softening as she cast a fond gaze in Eddie’s direction. “I wasn’t sure how, but I just knew he wouldn’t judge me. Would never make me feel bad for…being who I was.”
You can’t help but look up at Eddie at Chrissy’s words. You knew all too well the depths of his kindness and his unfailing decency. You knew exactly how at ease he must have made Chrissy feel because he’d been doing the same for you as long as you’d known him.
“So, now I knew I liked girls, but still it was, like, terrifying because I had zero idea how to go about it. And not having any experience kinda made it tough to get experience y’know? Plus…it was still Indiana. Hawkins wasn’t that far away. I knew if anybody found out it would 100% get back to my parents, and I was afraid they’d drag me out of school and send me to a conversion camp or something. I really wouldn’t put it past them to do just that. And back then I…I really didn’t know how to fight back yet.”
Chrissy frowns a little, something like regret or shame ghosting across her face. It’s quickly chased away, though, gone almost as soon as it appears.
“Anyway, Eddie became like my…” She pauses, glossy lips pursed as she thought. “What’s the lesbian equivalent of a beard?”
“A merkin?” Eddie offered, earning a mutual eye roll from you and Chrissy.
“Well, whatever you call it, getting together with people with him felt way safer than going up to someone and hitting on them in a bar. Plus…Eddie has excellent taste in girls.”
Chrissy’s eyes dart sideways and flicker over you again. They linger on your face and drift down briefly to your chest before returning to your eyes. In spite of everything, it makes your cheeks tingle and your core pulse, and you have to forcibly bring yourself back to the moment.
“So, what happened with Never Have I Ever?”
“That was how it got started. I was having a party and Eddie brought this girl he was kind of seeing. We were all sitting around playing and we started talking about threesomes. And she’s like, oh, I’ve never had one, but I always wanted to try. And starts getting all touchy and affectionate with me. And, I guess, I knew she was trying to get Eddie to like her more? Like she was for sure using me, but I was kind of using her too? I don’t know, that’s for me and my therapist to unpack.”
She waves her hands, dismissing the thought before she gets too wrapped up in it.
“Anyway—we all go back to my room and she and I start making out like, ooh, yeah, we’re just kissing trying to turn Eddie on. Meanwhile I’m, like, basically forgetting Eddie is even there!”
Your brows raise as you turn to look at your boyfriend, who simply shrugs his shoulders with an it is what it is, kind of smile on his lips.
“Wow…that’s…quite the visual,” you say.
It really was.
You knew Eddie was no saint. He’d had quite a roster in his heyday and he’d always been up front with you about that. He wasn’t Hugh Heffner or anything, but he had that boyish ease and a roguish charm about him that girls (and a couple guys) flocked to. It wasn’t difficult to imagine him and Chrissy tearing through their college like the Williams sisters playing doubles.
“It wasn’t, like, a routine or anything,” Chrissy assures. “But it did end up happening pretty regularly. I got my sea legs, so to speak, and Eddie totally became my wing man. We’d, like, confer about what girls I was interested in and he would lay the groundwork to see if she’d be down. I mean, it was college, so of course a lot of girls were trying to experiment.”
Her dainty fingers made exaggerated air quotes.
“By junior year, I’d found some actual queer girls instead of straight girls trying to get attention. And if I’m ever looking to really date someone, I try to stick to people who are out.”
Eddie snorts as he takes a sip of his beer.
“Hey!” Chrissy squeaks indignantly. “I said try.”
She plucks a peanut from the bowl of mixed snacks sitting in the center of the table and flicked it at him. As if predicting the move, he opens his mouth to catch the nut and crunches it loudly in his teeth as he grins back at her smugly.
You half expect him to stick out his tongue.
“Anyway, all that is way behind us now,” Chrissy says. “We’re much older and wiser.”
Eddie nods in agreement as he reaches for the bowl of snack mix.
“Well…older, at least,” she adds, murmuring to you under her breath as Eddie coughs and sputters slightly on the handful of snacks he shoved so unceremoniously in his mouth.
You snicker again as you two share another conspiring look.
“So, yeah. That’s pretty much it,” she says.
“Wow,” you sigh softly, lost in thought.
It’s surprising how quickly you start to imagine them together. Soft, reddish blonde curls falling across a smooth back; mixed up with pale, inked skin and his dark, wild shag. Eddie’s rough and guttural moans layering over the high, feminine whines you imagined falling from Chrissy’s lips. And maybe even more surprising…the only one you actually felt some jealousy of was whatever girl that got to be between them.
“Yeah, we had quite a time. And we could get kind of competitive…which added a fun layer.”
Chrissy’s voice drops as she lifts her cocktail to take a sip, her eyes meeting yours over the rim, and a little of her drink dribbles on her bowed lips. Her tongue flicks out between them to collect it and you feel a sudden warmth on your leg. Her hand finds your knee under the table and she gently starts to gently glide it up your thigh.
You look down, hypnotized by the sight of her fingers drawing figure eights that slipped briefly beneath the hemline of your dress, leaving your skin buzzing wherever she touched it. Almost on instinct, you look over at Eddie, who was already smirking as he followed the movements of Chrissy’s hand on your leg with his eyes.
His gaze lifts to meet hers and her lips twitch with a smirk of her own, clearly offering a challenge. There’s more buzzing as Eddie reaches for your other thigh, gripping it tight in his wide palm as he hauls himself closer to you in the booth. Chrissy responds in kind, nudging up next to you until your nose is filled again with the crisp, light scent of her perfume. It mixes with Eddie’s headier musk to create something totally unique, much like their distinct touches and the varied pressures of their hands on your thighs and differing weights of those hands.
Heavy and light. Rough and soft. Leather and lace.
Chrissy’s sea glass eyes flicker with intention as you meet her gaze. Her fingers wander higher still, disappearing beneath your skirt and flirting with the crease of your thigh. And you’re certain she must be able to feel the heat radiating at the apex of your legs. Eddie’s hand moves up in kind and he leans in close to kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear he knows so well.
It’s just a game, you think. They must be doing a bit.
The heat of their combined gazes causes an excited fluttering in your chest and a warm rush of blood to your face, among other places. Your pulse throbs, head spinning until Chrissy pulls her hand back and you finally exhale a shaky breath. Eddie chuckles darkly and he presses his lips to your burning cheek, his eyes flickering one last time to Chrissy’s as he does.
You can practically hear his childish taunt of Ha-ha, I win.
At the end of the night, you and Eddie wait outside with Chrissy until her Uber arrives. She was house-sitting for Robin and Nancy while they were in Barbados for a babymoon before Nancy was due to pop in the next four or five months. When her car arrives, you all start to say your goodbyes and both of you open your arms and envelop one another while Eddie looks on.
Chrissy hops in the backseat, reminding you again to let her know if you want to get together again before she heads back to Chicago in a few weeks. You smile and assure her you will, holding up your phone that now has her number saved in your contacts.
On the ride back home, Eddie seems more fidgety than normal. He’s mostly quiet, not even humming along with the radio when you switch it to his preferred station. And when you get home, he’s extra doting from the moment he pulls into the driveway, rushing to tell you to hold on as you reach for the handle so he can come around to your side and open it for you.
Inside, he stops you at the door so he can kneel and help pull off your shoes.
“Thank you, baby,” you whisper, running your hands through his hair and gently scratching his scalp. He sets your boots to the side and stands, wrapping you up in him.
You breathe his scent deeply and start to step away, but he’s not done with you yet.
“Hey,” Eddie starts, gently tugging you back into his arms. He tilts his head down and touches his forehead to yours. “You’re okay, right? With everything you heard?”
“Yeah,” you say, nodding slowly. “I do wish you had told me. I was really getting up in my head about you two.”
“I should have,” he murmured. “And I wanted to, really, but…I guess I was a little afraid of what you might think. Like Chrissy said, I know it sounds kind of scandalous.”
You licked your lips, deep in thought. It was a little weird to think about, sure. You’d never asked for a lot of details about his past relationships, afraid of the specter of jealousy that loomed. You’d figured in most cases, the less you knew, the better. But it was difficult (impossible, actually) for you not to wonder about this.
“So, you’ve had like…a lot of threesomes, then?”
“Technically?” Eddie shrugs. “I don’t know, I never considered it that because I never got with Chrissy. I think she liked watching me fuck girls, but we were like ships passing in the night. The most we would do was like a stage kiss.”
Eddie demonstrates by pulling you into him like he’s going in for the kill, but angling his head in such a way it only seems like you’re touching. Unless someone was laying down beneath you, it would look like you were kissing from almost any direction. He wiggles his head around wildly and makes a series of slurping and smacking noises that cause you to erupt in giggles.
“And none of the girls ever noticed?” you ask, breathless from laughing.
“I think they were a little distracted,” he tells you, his voice getting all low and rumbly. “Kinda hard to keep track of what’s going on with two people trying to make you come.”
The words ignite the fire in your cheeks as does the way he keeps his hold on you, hugging you flush against his body. His excitement is evident pressed up against your hip and you wonder if he can tell you’ve been soaking since he and Chrissy touched your thighs under the table.
“That tracks,” you breathe heavily, shivering as he runs his fingertips up and down your arms. “I can see how the two of you together would be difficult to resist…”
“I definitely didn’t have to push,” Eddie chuckles. “The girls were super down all on their own.”
“No, I get it. Chrissy’s…really pretty,” you say softly. Eddie notes the shift in your tone when you say it this time, no longer threatened. Purely appreciative. Genuine.
“You know, she thought the same thing about you,” he says with an impish smile.
“What do you mean?”
To answer, Eddie takes out his phone and holds it out for you to take. The screen is open to his text thread with Chrissy and you scroll through the messages they’ve been sending leading up to your meeting. It’s all fairly innocuous, not dissimilar to the texts you’d exchanged with him about what nights you were free and where you should go while Chrissy was here.
One of the messages, though, is a picture of you he sent to Chrissy captioned with a heart eyes emoji. The shot is one you’ve never even seen before, from a day not long ago when you and Eddie went for ice cream. You’re sitting across a table from him, looking totally relaxed and comfortable—the polar opposite of how you normally feel in front of a camera.
In your hand is a vanilla cone, a little dab of it on the tip of your nose. Your sunglasses rest on top of your head and your face is luminous as you look off to the side at something—a little dog wearing a bowtie, if memory serves. It might be the most flattering photo you’ve ever seen of yourself, and even more flattering are Chrissy’s proceeding reactions.
Chrissy: wowowowow 😛 she’s stunning! jeez, I might need a minute…
Eddie: hands where I can see ‘em, cunningham.
Chrissy: I kid, I kid! I wouldn’t dare steal your girl
Chrissy: at least not the *first* time we meet.
Excitement warms your chest and the feeling of it radiates down to your center like when Chrissy’s eyes flickered over you at the bar. Eddie’s eyes glint with excitement of his own as he slips his hands down to palm your ass, lifting the skirt of your dress so it skims the tops of your thighs.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you more explicitly,” he says. “I wasn’t sure if Chrissy wanted it to be broadcasted. This is still Hawkins, you know?”
“It’s alright, I get it,” you say.
“And you…you’re sure you’re okay?”
Eddie’s eyes shimmer as he stares at you, revealing the briefest hint of fear. He doesn’t like lying to you, ever. And you know he wouldn’t have done it under many circumstances.
“Yeah, definitely.” You smile, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. “It's just surprising, I guess.”
“Surprising how?”
“I don’t know, how…hot it is?” You squirm slightly in his arms. “The thought of you guys sharing a girl…both of you making it all about her…”
Eddie’s brow lifts with interest. He knows what a turn-on that is for you—the thought of being the center of your lover’s attention; having them lavish you with affections; prioritizing your pleasure over anything and everything else. He also knew how hard it was for you to voice such a desire because of how selfish it made you feel. And then he had to grit his teeth as he listened to you recount seemingly endless tales of past boyfriends who took advantage of your giving nature and didn’t return even a fraction of what they received.
For a whole month afterward, he’d enacted a strict two-for-one policy on himself just to see if he could pull it off. Obviously, he could—even pushing it to three and four if he remembered to stretch first.
Still, he was always looking for new ways to indulge your fantasies. And it sure sounded like this was shaping up to be one of them.
It’s a couple days later when you come home after work, practically singing to yourself as you kick off your shoes and head into the kitchen to start prepping things for dinner. Fridays normally put you in a good mood anyway, but they’re especially sweet when Eddie had a weekend off.
You had beat him home. He typically left the garage around 3:00 to compensate for having to be back so early Saturday morning, but the shop was closed through Monday because the owner’s daughter was getting married. To make up for it, their hours had been extended today to squeeze in a few extra customers. Eddie volunteered to stay on, knowing how his boss appreciated it and how he showed that appreciation on payday. Hopper probably could have kept regular hours just by asking Eddie to run things in his stead, but he liked giving his employees a free weekend now and again, especially when he had something to celebrate.
You busy yourself chopping vegetables and browning some ground beef with onions and garlic, a row of cans containing the rest of your ingredients for chili lined up on the counter. Just as you’ve thrown everything in the crock pot and set it to cook on low, a picture of Chrissy’s sweet smiling face fills your phone screen as it buzzes on the countertop. You reach for it with shaking hands, trying to contain yourself and sound as normal as you can as you slide onto a barstool.
“Hi, honey,” she coos in a dulcet tone. “How are you?”
“I-I’m good,” you say, doing your best to pretend you aren’t trembling with excitement just at the sound of her voice. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing, really,” she sighs, sounding a little bit like a pout. “I’m so bored. Eddie said he would call when he got off work so we could all do something, but I haven’t heard anything yet.”
“Ohh, he had to stay late at the garage. He should be home soon, though.”
“Ah, I see. What about you, angel? When did you get off?”
You draw a shuddering breath at her question, feeling certain the entendre is intentional, and hoping she can’t hear you gulp as you answer. “Umm, just…just a little while ago.”
“Mmhmm…and what are you doing now?”
You hear a soft brushing sound over the line and could swear it sounds like she’s laying down on something soft. Maybe a couch, maybe a bed.
“I’ve, um…I’ve been thinking a lot about what you guys told me at the bar.” Another gulp. “About you and him and…sharing girls?”
“Me too,” she sighs. It’s languid and gently strained as though she’s stretching as she says it, exhaling softly into the release of her muscles relaxing. “Made me kinda miss those days…part of me wonders if I’ve still got enough charm to woo a straight girl.”
“I think you’ve got enough charm to do anything you want,” you chuckle.
Chrissy’s laugh is like peals of jingle bells tinkling in your ear. “You big flirt,” she teases.
Your heart is pounding now, the rhythm of it pulsing in your ears and between your legs. Is this for real? Maybe she’s just messing around. Maybe she just likes attention. Maybe—
“Have you ever been with a girl?”
You inhale sharply and chew on your bottom lip. “No, never. My, uh…my friends and I kiss sometimes, but it’s just out of affection. Nothing serious. Nothing real.”
You wonder if she’s able to glean your own disappointment. You’ve never had feelings for a woman, per se, but there had been moments here or there where you noticed certain ones and it caused your mind to wander. There was something so enticing about them. Something so bewitching it made your head spin. Boys were attractive, sure, but women were like works of art come to life.
They seemed more like masterpieces in museums hanging behind glass barriers and velvet ropes you would never dream of touching for fear of tarnishing their beauty.
You’d always suspected there was some part of you that was interested in women and that it might have blossomed if given the opportunity. But then you met Eddie and it didn’t seem to matter so much anymore. Bi or otherwise, he was the one you wanted.
Still, that curiosity lingered.
“Have you ever wanted to try?”
Chrissy asks her question plainly. There’s no judgment in her voice, no sense that she’s trying to shame you for your sheltered existence or even pressure you into answering in the affirmative. It feels like talking to an old friend, except your panties didn’t get this wet talking to your friends.
“I did. Or, I guess, I do. I don’t know, it’s hard to say. I love Eddie and he’s who I want to be with, but…” You can’t help trailing off because the truth is you don’t know the end of that sentence.
This was a common failing with you.
Not a failing, Eddie would scold you gently. It’s just a space for improvement. You weren’t great at expressing your desires and had a bad habit of just accepting whatever was offered, and making your own wants an afterthought. And Eddie was everything you ever wanted, so how could you possibly be so selfish as to ask for more?
“No, I get it,” Chrissy says. “He really loves you and you two are so sweet together. But…” Your heart leaps into your throat. “I’m sure he would like the idea of you finding something new that brings you pleasure.”
You pressed your lips together, deep in thought. She definitely had a point there.
Eddie was great about exploring new things and doing whatever he could to help you figure out what you might like in bed. So far, you’d had fairly limited experiences, partly due to being shy and also just a lack of opportunity. Again, see ex-boyfriends who were perfectly content having you pleasure them, but rarely made the leap to think outside the box (pun intended).
He’d read up on soft dominance when you mentioned once in passing you liked the idea of someone being in control over you, but figured you couldn’t be a submissive because you didn’t think you’d enjoy impact play or being punished or humiliated. And another time when you saw a short video on proper hair pulling technique and asked if you could try it out on him, he started doing it back to you and excitedly realized it was very much more your thing.
“I mean…we could try something?” Chrissy says. “With Eddie there?”
“I think I’d be too scared,” you say, wincing at your own diminutive voice.
“Oh, honey,” she mewls sweetly. “Why’s that?”
“B-because I…I wouldn’t know what I was doing and I…” You pinch your eyes shut and dredge up every speck of confidence you have to finish the thought. “I would wanna make you come.”
There’s a soft gasp over the line, so faint you thought you must have imagined it at first. And when Chrissy takes a few seconds to respond, you swear your heart stops until her smooth, sultry voice returns.
“You would, huh?”
“Yeah, of course,” you say. “I’d, um…I’d want to know you were enjoying yourself.”
“Trust me, I would definitely be enjoying myself,” she says with another lilting sigh.
There’s some more rustling on the line. Was she taking off her shirt? What did her bra look like? Is she even wearing a bra or are her breasts exposed now, pretty pert nipples hardening as she skates her free hand over them and down her abdomen and belly?
“Why don’t you tell me how you’d do it? What would you do to me if I was there?”
Okay, that is definitely the sound of her unzipping her jeans. Your heart races at the thought of one of the prettiest girls you’d ever seen touching herself to the idea of what you would do to her and you think you might combust on the spot.
“I’d…I’d wanna touch you all over…feel how soft you are…I’d wanna grab you by that ponytail and yank your head back so I could kiss your neck…”
“Oo-ooh! That’s right, baby. Show me who’s in charge.”
You chuckle bashfully, trying to keep your cool hearing the slick sounds of Chrissy’s fingers playing with herself. Your mind is still scrambling for what to say next when the sound of the front door opening catches your ear and your head jerks up to see Eddie returning home from work.
“Hey, baby,” he says, smiling brightly as he comes through the door and you practically gush all over the barstool just at the sight of him.
He’s still got his hair pulled back in a low bun, little curly tendrils framing his handsome face. He hasn’t changed out of his coveralls, but has the top unzipped and tugged down with the sleeves knotted around his waist to reveal the white tee he wears underneath. The material is smudged all over, stretched tight across his chest and around his biceps that flex as he plops down his bag and leans on the counter across from you. He smells like sweat and motor oil and the sex you had this morning that made him have to skip his shower so the smell of you clung to him all day long.
It takes him all of about five seconds to deduce what is going on. His eyes flit first to your face, biting down on your lip with your expression pained from how turned on you are. And then down to your thighs that press together as you squirm in your seat, desperate for some friction.
“Who ya talkin’ to?” he asks, his casual smile descending into one of pure filth.
“Ch-Chrissy,” you gasp. “She, uh, wanted to do something tonight.”
Eddie’s eyes are positively wolfish and the sight sends another jolt between your legs. He nods and motions for you to hand the phone to him. He holds it to his ear and stands tall over you, getting as close as he can so you can still faintly hear Chrissy’s voice over the receiver.
“Cunningham, you dog,” he chuckles darkly. “You getting my girl all worked up?”
“She’s getting me worked up,” Chrissy retorts with a tinkling laugh.
“Oh, I know she is,” Eddie says, tongue flicking over his lips to wet them. “I bet you’re touching yourself while you talk to her too. Aren’t you, you bad girl?”
Even as Eddie speaks to Chrissy, his eyes lock onto yours and you can tell this show he’s putting on, the words he’s saying in that deep growl he knows you love, is all for your benefit. He places his hand on your knee and gently guides your legs apart to stroke your inner thighs. His fingers roam freely, but decidedly swerve away from where you need him most and you have to grip the seat beneath you to stop yourself from dragging his hand straight into your heat.
“Ma-a-ybe,” Chrissy’s voice lilts, half-moaning her answer. “Is she touching herself?
“No, not yet,” Eddie says, his fingers still inching their way up your thighs. “My sweet girl knows how to behave. Don’t you, baby?”
You whimper as you nod, even though part of you knows if Eddie had taken much longer to come home he might have found you in a much more compromising position. His fingers finally reach where you need him most and he sighs at the warmth and wetness he finds.
“Ohhhh…” he moans, the sound coming from deep in his chest as he swipes your panties to the side and nimbly begins to stroke and tease your entrance. “She’s dripping though.”
“You’re welcome,” Chrissy titters faintly.
Your back arches in response to his words and his touch, thrusting yourself towards him, wordlessly begging for more. His fingertips sink inside, but remain decidedly in the shallows as he watches them, enraptured by his own movements as well as the way your slick coats them.
“Talk to Chrissy for me, baby,” he grunts. “I need to taste you right fucking now.”
Eddie grins as he passes the phone back to you and drops to his knees, spreading your legs apart so he can bury his face between them. It’s not often he jumps straight to the point like this. Sometimes he gets so wrapped up in the teasing and toying, you think he enjoys the lead up as much as the main event, if not a little more. But right now, his fervor can’t be delayed for one second as he flattens his tongue and licks a fat stripe directly through your center.
You throw your head back and moan with abandon as his lips surround your clit and he sucks on the over-sensitized nerves. Your arm trembles from the effort of clutching your seat, one hand holding onto it for dear life as you press the phone against your cheek with the other.
Chrissy moans in response to your own that rang through over the line. You picture her laying on a plush bed piled high with blankets and pillows, her lithe body all twisted up in pleasure as she touches herself. For some reason, you imagine her under a gauzy canopy strung with fairy lights that cast her in their soft, radiant glow. The hot girls always had canopies over their beds when you were growing up. You wished you could smell her perfume and feel her lips on yours.
You bet she tastes like a piece of watermelon candy.
“I missed you, darling,” she says, breath stilted as her moan trails off. “Tell me how you feel. Is he touching you? Filling you up nice?”
“Y-yes, his…his tong—fuck…his tongue is…”
Words are already impossible when Eddie is going down on you so enthusiastically, and it’s made all the more difficult with Chrissy’s breathy voice in your ear, coaxing you towards your release.
“I wish I was there too, pretty girl. I wish I could lick you up like he is.”
Eddie jumps to his feet and you gasp at the movement and the loss of his mouth on you. Thankfully, you have just enough wherewithal to hold the phone away so you don’t squeal in Chrissy’s ear when he lifts you up and heads for the bedroom with you cradled in his arms. He doesn’t place you down so much as he throws you on the bed and you bounce slightly on the mattress before sinking into the extra thick down duvet he gave you for your last birthday.
His eyes are wild as they rake over you and he snatches the waistband of your panties to drag them fully down your legs. He flings them to the side and strips off his own shirt before frantically tugging down his coveralls, revealing his boxers that are stretched to their absolute limit.
You’ve had more than your fair share of energetic encounters with Eddie before, but there’s a fire lit within him this time pushing him to new heights. Part of you wonders if he likes having Chrissy as an audience—likes the thought of her listening to him draw every moan and whimper out of you; likes the thought of showing off his prowess, showing off you. Maybe you do too.
His mouth returns eagerly to your center and as he devours you like an animal, Chrissy hears your pleasure in pealing moans that fall from your lips.
“God, you sound so good,” she sighs. “I wanna hear more.”
Your mind is turning straight to mush from their combined efforts. You can’t even think about the noises you’re making, only the ones you hear coming through the phone or drifting up from between your legs. Eddie moans sinfully and you can feel the vibrations of it as well as the words he’s murmuring into your pussy about how hot you are. Distantly, you register a low buzzing on the other end of the line and when Chrissy speaks you can hear in her voice how close she is.
“Come for me, sweetness,” Chrissy moans. “Come for me and I’ll come for you.”
Eddie feels your reaction to her words as he fucks you with his tongue. He drags the tip back up to your clit and begins to flick it against the swollen bud. He fills you with his fingers, sliding them easily inside and curling them upwards in search of that sacred spot inside of you.
Blinding white light fills your vision as he presses on your g-spot and your orgasm overtakes you rapidly—your entire body quivering, exploding all over. In your ear, you can hear Chrissy as she reaches her peak, her breathy moans echoing your own. Eddie remains buried between your legs as you ride out your high, still murmuring his endless praise that’s muffled by your cunt.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby, so fucking good. Jesus fucking Christ…”
Slowly, reluctantly, you return to earth.
The softness of the bed beneath you cradles your body that has gone slack with exhaustion. Eddie sits back on his calves as he surveys the results of his toil with a triumphant smile. There’s a sheen of sweat on his bare chest and his chin is glistening with your spend. He pulls the phone from your limp grasp and holds it up to his ear to talk to Chrissy as he gazes lovingly down at you.
“You alive over there, Cummingham?”
He grins wide at his own joke, always his own best audience. You roll your eyes, but laugh too as you try to regain your breath. You’re too blissfully fucked out and he’s too far away for you to hear Chrissy’s response, but that fiery blaze returns to his eyes as he listens to whatever she is saying.
“Oh, I don’t think we’re even close to done yet,” Eddie chuckles.
You giggle softly and manage to shake your head to confirm his suspicions. He leans over you, dark curls falling forward as his bun comes loose and surrounding you in a curtain. And he speaks to her, his voice low and even, eyes burning into yours as he does.
“How about you get your ass over here and we see who can make my girl come the most?”
Part Three
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Pleasuring Sensations - Chrissy Cunningham
Paring: Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader
Warning: 18+, Smut, Soft Sub/Dom, Vaginal Fingering, Chrissy Is A Senior.
Sleepovers in your house would never be allowed if your parents knew that someone you were dating was staying the night. The two of you being alone, locked away in your room, with endless possibilities would never happen.
But, they didn’t suspect a thing when you asked if Chrissy could stay the night, especially since she was another woman.
Yeah, that’s right, Chrissy Cunningham. You were with a fucking babe.
Chrissy came over after her cheer practice. She stood in front of the big mirror in your bedroom and told you about her day as she did her nightly routine, removing her blue eyeshadow with some of your wipes and pulling her blond hair out of her ponytail.
“Jason was being such a douche today.” She softly sighed, staring back at her reflection, “Ever since I broke up with him, he's always so rude to me.”
You listened to her talk as you grabbed a silky pair of pajamas you found in your closet so that Chrissy had something comfy to slip on.
“I'm so sorry, baby.”
You came up from behind and wrapped your arms around her waist, giving her a comforting kiss on her inner neck, “I'm here for you, and if you need me to, I'll go kick his ass.”
You gave her a little devilish smile as she turned around in your arms and stood on her tippy toes, reaching up and kissing you.
Chrissy was a good girl. She was so pure and perfect. She was the Queen of Hawkins High. When the two of you met, she wasn't like other teenagers. She wasn’t out trying to get drunk, party, or have sex.
In fact, she was extremely new to sex when you met. She’d never truly touched herself, pleased her body with a well-deserved orgasm. But, after the two of you started secretly seeing each other, you changed her. She became the horniest she's ever been and was constantly desiring you.
Her lips hungrily devoured yours, catching you off guard for a moment before you pushed yourself into the kiss and placed your hands against the small of her back, holding her into your body as her breasts heaved against your chest.
“Please, take me, y/n..” She breathily cried between your lips, earning a smirk from you. “You need me, baby?”
“I need you so badly.” She gave you those adorable puppy eyes and a little pout that you couldn’t refuse.
“Alright… But, you have to be quiet. You know my parents are home.”
Her head bounced, and you slid your arm around her waist, guiding her to the bed. She laid back in that cute, little Hawkins cheer uniform. You pulled back her green skirt, revealing her new crotchless panties.
“I-I put them on before I left the locker room. I thought you’d like them.” She told you, anxious about showing them off since it was a little out of her comfort zone.
“They're pretty, Chrissy.” You opened her thighs, staring at her perfect little pussy that was sticking out. Pale, smooth lips with wet, pink folds between them. “... so fucking pretty.”
You ran your middle and index fingers between her folds, sending a shiver through her body as she let out a little shuddered sigh and wrapped her legs around your waist. Your wet fingertips positioned themselves on her sensitive, untouched clitoris and began rubbing in a clockwise motion.
Your fingers teased her little bundle of nerves as you ghosted over her clit in a rhythmic motion. Chrissy gently gripped onto your bedsheets and breathed out, trying her best to keep her voice down as she watched your hand from below, working between her thighs, pleasing her like never before.
It didn't take much for you to give her an orgasm since she was still so new to the sensations. “Y-y/n?” Her gentle, shaken voice spoke up.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can you do that thing where you curl your fingers inside me?”
You softly grinned, “Of course, I can.”
You ran your fingers down her slit and collected some of her arousal that was dripping out before you slipped your middle finger deep inside her, feeling her inner walls stretching and engulfing around you. She was so fucking wet and tight. It drove you wild.
Your fingertips caressed her plush inner walls as she let out a little moan, and her body fluttered below you.
Chrissy loved feeling your fingers inside her. It was such a comforting and sexual feeling all at once and was too much pleasure for her to handle.
You found her g-spot and rapidly curled against it as you rubbed her cute, bulging clitoris at the same time, watching her mouth drop open and let out a shuddered moan as she squirmed beneath you.
Her inner walls, squeezing and contracting around you.
“I’m- I’m going to-'' She lost her words as her head grew hazy and empty, her body dissolved into orgasmic pleasure as you fingered her through her orgasm.
“Good girl.”
You leaned forward and gently kissed her inner thigh, slowly pulling out. Your fingers coated with her thick, milky arousal.
You softly smiled down at Chrissy who was glowing with lust, and crawled up beside her on the bed, patting your lap, “Come here sweet thing.”
Chrissy let out a tiny hum as she scooted into your lap and wrapped her arms around your body, snuggling her face into your chest, using your breasts as pillows.
“I’ll get up in a few and make some popcorn. We can watch Better Off Dead while we cuddle.” You looked down at her and ran your fingers through her soft, dirty blonde locks.
“That sounds perfect.” She smiled at you before suddenly lifting up and positioning her thighs on either side of yours, her soaking pussy seated in your lap.
Chrissy wrapped her arms around the back of your neck and gave you a sweet, little kiss. “I love you.”
Your hands sneaked up her green skirt and squeezed her ass cheeks as you pulled her closer, gazing into those beautiful blue eyes, “I love you more, Chrissy.”
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i'm in love (with an uptown girl) - Part I
Summary: In which Dustin is sure about your feelings for Eddie and Eddie's for Chrissy, but maybe he doesn't know the two of you as well as he thinks he does.
Pairing: Chrissy Cunningham x Reader
Word count: 5k
Warnings: mentions of period typical homophobia
Notes: I may or may not have accidentally fallen in love with Grace Van Dien and, consequently, Chrissy Cunningham. Chrissy was such a good character and she had so much unexplored potential, I wish we could have seen more of her.
This was supposed to be a one-shot turned into a two-shot turned into a three-shot when I realized how long it was getting. The title references Billy Joel’s ‘Uptown Girl’, a song Grace herself has mentioned would probably be Chrissy’s 'Vecna song', so I went with that.
Also also, I know renting ‘Return Of The Jedi’ means absolutely nothing (I myself used to rent Star Wars DVDs in a completely random order when I was younger, would just rent out the one I was in the mood for). I just used that whole interaction in order to help plant the seed about Chrissy, much like the series did with the ‘Fast Times’ scene about Vickie (as a kid I didn’t truly understand the purpose of having Leia wearing that in particular, both in terms of inside the universe and out, but now I do and I don’t like it).
Anyway, that was just me ranting, sorry about that! I really hope you enjoy this story, and if you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated.
Reader is female, but no physical descriptions provided
Reader's gender not specified
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“She’s so pretty, isn’t she?”
“W-what?” your head snapped up so quickly you were scared you might have pulled a muscle, prompting the boys at the table to snicker.
“I said” Gareth emphasized, a smirk hanging from his lips “that she’s so pretty, isn’t she, Eddie?”
Said boy, who had been staring off into space and just so happened to have his head turned towards the jocks and cheerleaders’ table, snapped out of his trance almost as quickly as you had a few minutes prior.
“Who?” he seemed as confused as you felt.
“Chrissy Cunningham?” Jeff asked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Your heart, the poor bastard, clenched painfully inside your chest at the mention of the blonde’s name.
“Yeah, I mean… sure.” Eddie waved his hands dismissively.
“Come oooon!” Gareth, who had been sitting to the left of Eddie, whined and poked him in the ribs “We all know you’ve had heart eyes for her since, like, 8th grade man. No need to pretend otherwise.”
“Guys…” Dustin’s eyes darted towards you, a concerned frown on his lips.
“I don’t have a crush on Chrissy Cunningham?” Eddie answered, although it came out more of a question, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Dude, seriously? You think we haven’t noticed the way you stare at her at every chance you get? Especially when she’s wearing that cute cheerleading dress?” Grant spoke up, Gareth, Jeff and Mike snickering with him.
“Guys…” Dustin tried interrupting again, but the other boys seemed to pay him no mind.
“Yeah, man.” Mike piped up, his mean smirk making your blood boil slightly “If you stare any longer she’ll go from calling you ‘The Freak’ to calling you ‘The Creep’.”
Your fists clenched under the table, nails digging painfully on your palm. You were about to speak up but Eddie beat you to it.
“She’s not like that!” he closed his hand around the mini pretzel he was eating, crunching it in his fist from the force of his words “She’s kind and gentle and sweet.” he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes before speaking up again, softer this time “She’d never do that.”
“See?” Gareth pointed out “You’re already defending your girlfriend-”
“She’s not my girlfriend!”
“Keep telling yourself that.” Mike muttered under his breath.
“So you might as well make it official and ask her out already!” Gareth finished, throwing his arms up in exasperation.
You’ve had enough. Pushing your chair back with so much force it scraped loudly against the linoleum floor, you hastily grabbed your bookbag, stomping away from your usual lunch table and out of the cafeteria.
“Great going dipshits.” Eddie threw a hard, stern glare towards his friends and quickly followed after you.
“What was that?” Jeff asked, bemused, still staring at the doors which you’d left through.
“I dunno.” Grant shrugged “One moment we were joking around, the next-”
“Guys!” Dustin yelled, startling his friends and earning the attention from other students at the nearby tables. Shrinking his shoulders, he smiled sheepishly, embarrassed, before addressing the other boys again “That was really mean. Even downright cruel.”
“What?” Gareth exclaimed “We were just teasing him!”
“Not to him, dumbass.” Dustin hissed sharply. “To her.”
“Your sister?” Mike asked, a frown twisting his features “What does she have to do with all this?”
“Seriously?” Dustin replied incredulously “You mean to tell me you’ve never noticed?”
The boys shook their heads and Dustin sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.
“For people who claim to have it all figured out, you surely are clueless.” he exhaled long and deeply, as if preparing to give a stern scolding to a bunch of four year olds “My sister has the biggest crush on Eddie.”
“What?”
“No she doesn’t.”
“Have you guys never noticed the way she stares at him? How she’s always giddy and happy around him?”
“Yeah, ‘cause they’ve been best friends since they were little?” Grant chimed in.
“No, it’s different.” Dustin tried looking for the right words to explain himself “It’s like… she feels safe with him. Like she knows at the end of the day she’ll always have a safe place right besides him to fall back in.”
“Except Eddie likes Chrissy.” Mike mumbled, the cogs turning in his brain.
“Exactly.”
“Now that you’ve mentioned it,” Gareth stared back at Dustin, wide eyed “she also stares at Chrissy a lot. Always with this wistful, dreamy look on her face.”
“Almost as if she wants to… be Chrissy?” Dustin completed, making a lightbulb go up simultaneously in all four boy’s heads “Yeah. She’s head over heels for him, and you teasing him about his crush only serves to remind her of what she’ll never ever have!”
The guys had the decency to look ashamed at his outburst.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he said, getting up from their table and collecting his, yours and Eddie’s tray “I’m going to go find my sister and lend her my shoulder for her to cry on.”
Gareth, Jeff, Mike and Grant stared at his retreating form, guilt weighing heavily on their stomachs.
Dustin found Eddie in front of his locker, shuffling through the stuff inside, looking for something.
“Hey, Eddie.” Dustin leaned against the door of the locker adjacent to his, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Hey, man.” Eddie answered, without so much as looking over at his friend. He looked annoyed, the boy dared say even slightly pissed.
“Have you seen my sister?”
The younger boy jumped about a foot in the air when the door to the locker was slammed shut, a smal, metallic black lunch box hanging tightly from Eddie’s fist.
“No, Henderson, I haven’t seen her.” he answered, a fed up expression crossing his face as he started walking away.
“Wait up, Eddie.” Dustin held him by the cuff of his jacket, preventing him from leaving “I wanna talk to you.”
The metalhead sighed and turned his attention to the boy, nodding for him to go on.
“I know you like Chrissy-”
“I don’t like-”
“Please, just let me finish.” Dustin held a hand up for him to stop interrupting, to which Eddie rolled his eyes but stayed quiet “I know you like Chrissy. I do, really. Just… don’t break her heart.”
“Chrissy’s?” Eddie seemed confused.
“No.” he said your name hurriedly, desperately trying to get his point across “I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but she really really likes you. Like -likes you.”
“She doesn’t like me.” Eddie answered unphased, his calmness making Dustin’s heartbeat pick up in anger.
“Yes, she does! How come you don’t see that?” he rubbed a palm over his face, the pull on his cheeks stretching his lower eyelids so far Eddie worried his eyes were about to pop out of the socket “I just- I… I just don’t want her to get hurt.”
Eddie’s entire demeanor deflated, a small sigh escaping through his lips. As annoying as the young boy could be sometimes, Dustin had an enormous heart, always worrying about others and putting their needs and feelings before his own, and (Eddie felt a twinge of pride anytime he thought about it) he was loyal to a fault. Those were among the first things he noticed about the boy when he started his freshman year, prompting the metalhead to quickly take him under his wing. That and his Weird Al tee.
He laid a hand over Dustin’s shoulder, squeezing gently.
“I can assure you, with the same certainty that the sky is blue and ‘The Empire Strikes Back’ is by far the best one in the trilogy, I’m not going to break her heart.” seeing a tiny residual layer of distrust fleetingly cross through Dustin’s eyes, he squeezed his shoulder tighter “I promise.”
Dustin nodded thoughtfully, shyly smiling up at his friend.
“Thank you.”
Eddie smiled back at him, giving his shoulder one last squeeze, before he was back to his usual dramatic self.
“Now, I’m going to find your sister and beg for forgiveness. I’ll even drop to my knees and grovel if I have to.”
Dustin laughed at his antics, watching Eddie practically skip down the deserted hallway away from him, clutching the metal lunch box loosely on his hand.
“If you continue to stare at the table like that it’s gonna go up in flames and probably spread all around the woods. And I really don’t want to add crimes against the environment to my ever growing list of felonies, you know?” Eddie’s face morphed into a shit-eating grin as he stared at your slumped form.
You only spared him a half-hearted glare before balling your hands tightly. You slammed your fists against the wooden picnic table in front of you, jumping out of the bench and starting to pace along the leaf covered ground.
“It’s just so annoying, you know?” you huffed angrily “They notice one little thing, one wrong thing might I add, and just believe they’ve got us all figured out!”
“Yep.” he agreed, also mildly annoyed at the situation.
Throwing your arms above your head in frustration, you kicked some of the leaves with the toe of your sneakers.
“Even if you were into Chrissy, how is that any of their business?”
“Mhmm.”
You paused for a moment, wringing your hands together, a nervous habit you couldn’t seem to shake.
“But they are right, you know?”
“How so?” Eddie’s entire face scrunched up in confusion.
“You have been staring at Chrissy a lot recently.” you spoke quietly.
His face softened at the way you seemed to withdraw into yourself, letting your insecurities get the best of you. He stood up from the other bench, the dry leaves on the ground crunching under his white Reebok’s as he closed the distance between the two of you, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder, not unlike how he had done with your brother earlier.
“I’m just looking out for her. She hasn’t been all that well recently and Carver…” he sighed at the mention of his arch-nemesis “They may be dating but the dude still scares me when it comes to her. And she hasn’t been really happy with him for a while now. I don’t want her to get on his bad side.”
Your heart swelled with affection towards your best friend. Eddie had a heart of gold, one he hid behind leather and chains and metal and fantasylands to protect it from being hurt. Only a few selected individuals got to see this side of him, and you were extremely thankful you got to be one of them.
“I do not have a crush on Chrissy Cunningham, okay? You’ve got nothing to worry about.” he squeezed your shoulder playfully as his once soft smile grew mirthful “Besides, from how well we know each other, I’m actually offended you’d even suggest such a thing.”
You giggled at that, eased by both his actions and his words. Sensing you were back to your usual self, Eddie smiled, taking a step back, his eyes never leaving yours.
“You do know that this would all stop if you just told them the truth, right?” he asked seriously “At the very least Dustin?”
You snorted.
“Right, because that is super easy and plausible.” you mocked “What would I even say to him? ‘Hey, little bro! You know how you’re into Suzie, a girl? Yeah, so am I.”
Eddie threw his head back, a loud and full laugh escaping from his wide smile. Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes as he clutched his stomach, almost doubling over at the hilarity of your words.
“Man, oh, man. The way you phrased that-” he hiccuped, trying to regain his breath while wiping away some tears that had escaped down his cheek.
You couldn’t help but giggle as well, his laughter contagious, and a small smile formed on his face at having helped improve your mood.
“Yeah, it sounded pretty weird, didn’t it?” you shrugged your shoulders sheepishly.
He nodded, finally being able to stop chuckling.
“Just tell him you like pussy, can’t be that hard.” he sat back down on the bench, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Edward Cornelius Munson!” you gasped and slapped his shoulder.
“What, so do I!” he threw his hands up in amusement before smirking “That, among other things.”
“I know, it’s just… I’m not about to use such a-” you hesitated as you took in his wolfish grin “foul language with my baby brother.”
“He’s a high schooler!” he almost shouted.
“No matter how old we may be, he’ll always be my baby brother.” you answered, sitting back down on the bench, your smile faltering for just a moment. It was only a moment, but Eddie noticed. He always did when it came to you.
“You should tell him, you know?”
Your face fell completely, smile disappearing as your shoulders slumped.
“You know I can’t.” you said softly, prompting a small sad smile from him “What if-” you swallowed thickly before whispering “What if he doesn’t look at me the same anymore?”
Eddie reached across the table, his hands laying palms up against the old wood. His fingers crooked in his direction, signaling for you to lay your own on top of them.
“He’s your brother.” he squeezed your hands tightly in his own “You said so yourself, he’s your baby brother. That kid worships the very ground you walk on.”
“Eddie-” you shook your head, but his hands closed even more tightly around yours.
“No, listen to me.” he said firmly, his stern voice promptly shutting you up “He’s your brother and he loves you, so very much. Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing could ever change that.”
Your eyes prickled, brimming with unshed tears. With a sniffle you squeezed his hands in return, willing yourself not to cry.
“Thanks.”
He smiled at you one more time before dropping your hands, his smile turning mischievous.
“But seriously, Chrissy Cunningham?” he smirked, a mock disgusted look on his face “How basic can you be?”
“We’ve been over this before, Eddie.” you giggled “It’s just- she’s so-”
“So pretty and kind and nice, yeah yeah, I’ve heard it all before.” he waved his hands dismissively at you “Why don’t you talk to her?”
You snapped your head at him, eyes widening minutely.
“What?” you stuttered “Are you insane?”
“What, why? It was just a suggestion!” he raised his hands in mock surrender.
“I couldn’t possibly talk to her! She’s pretty and popular, she’s-”
“The Queen of Hawkins High?” Eddie completed.
“Yes, exactly. And I’m just-”
“A freak?”
You shook your head.
“-me.” you whispered sadly “She’s everything and I’m just… me.”
Eddie’s eyes softened, something akin to pity and concern crossing behind them.
“That’s not true.” he spoke softly, as if you were a cornered animal and any loud noise would spook you. He sighed at the way you shrugged, realizing he couldn't get past the insecurities that had lodged themselves in your brain.
“Besides, she’s with Jason.”
“Fuck that dickhead! He’s not worthy of her time.” Eddie blew a raspberry “She’s really nice. He doesn’t deserve her.”
Ever since she started buying from him, the two of them had become really good friends. Eddie was very fond of her and would do almost anything to keep her safe. Even fighting her own boyfriend if it came to it.
“Yeah, right.”
“You should talk to her. You have a lot more in common than you realize.” he shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant “If nothing else, I think you two would be great friends.”
You smiled at him, a genuine smile this time. You were very grateful for having Eddie in your life. He was always there for you when you needed, always willing to drop everything just to make you smile. For a smile while you were afraid of losing him, having revealed your secret when he confessed to having a crush on you for a while. You were a sophomore, he was just starting his first round as a senior and you had known each other for a long while when he dropped that on you. You were scared, terrified even, that you’d end up losing him completely, but he hadn’t been disgusted nor weirded out, like you’d expected. Quite the opposite, in fact. He had been incredibly supportive and even revealed that he himself wasn’t very conventional when it came to relationships.
“I mean, as long as they love me and treat me AND my friends right… and don’t mind me blasting Black Sabbath on my sweetheart every once in a while, who cares? Guys, girls, people who are neither? Doesn’t matter, man.”
“Thanks, Eddie.” you smiled at him, giving one of his shoulders a soft punch.
“If you want the teasing to stop, though, you’ll have to tell the boys from Hellfire.”
“And risk Mike Wheeler running his loud mouth around? Then get turned into an even bigger laughing stock for being something even worse than a ‘freak’ in their eyes? Or worse, get beat to a pulp by someone like Jason Carver? No, thank you.”
Eddie agreed. Then, for a moment, he looked up, brows furrowed, deep in thought.
“To be fair, I’m pretty sure Wheeler has a puppy dog kinda crush on me.”
“Oh, no, he does. For sure.” you nodded vehemently “He pretty much stole your style and your mannerisms, there’s no way he doesn’t have at least a small infatuation towards you.”
He chuckled.
“Doesn’t he have a girlfriend, though?”
“Yeah, El. But he also talks about Will Byers almost as much as he talks about her. It’s always ‘Will this, Will that’... you might as well incorporate Will, the Wise into our next campaign.” that made him giggle and shake his head at your antics. No matter how much you teased your brother and his friends, you loved those munchkins very much.
Him, sensing you were finally relaxing, decided to throw in a joke to alleviate the mood even further.
“Soooooo, Henderson… when are you asking her out then?” he said, smirking at your smiling face.
You threw your head back, laughing at his jokester self.
“I dunno, Munson.” you shrugged “When are you going to ask Steve Harrington out?”
“Uh, never?!” his face looked almost offended, a pink tinge dusting his cheeks, but in truth you knew how much he liked the former ‘King’.
“There’s your answer.”
He chuckled, amused.
“See, that’s why I keep myself open to the opportunities. There’s plenty of fish on this sea.” he tsked “Try being more like me, won’t ya?”
“Oh yes” your face turned mockingly serious “I’ll be exactly like you. With at least twice, if not more, as much opportunity and yet you’re still alone.”
With a hand to his chest, he gasped dramatically.
“How dare you?!” he glared at you playfully “Low blow.”
“It’s the truth.”
He chuckled, pulling a laugh out of you, and for a moment, all your worries vanished.
“I swear to you, Max, if he so much as thinks about hurting her I’ll personally break every single one of his fingers so he can never play his precious guitar ever again.” Dustin hissed as he pushed the doors open at Family Video.
“What’s going on?” Steve asked, exchanging a suspicious glance with Robin.
“Dustin here is threatening bodily harm.” the red-head explained as she walked towards the horror section, stopping briefly to stare at a copy of ‘Pretty In Pink’ in the romance section.
“To whom?” Robin asked.
Dustin sighed heavily, like the thought gave him an immense amount of pain.
“Eddie.”
Steve stared at Dustin as if he’d grown a second head. Normally Dustin wouldn’t shut up about his Dungeon Master, he basically worshiped the dude, to Steve’s mild annoyance. So for him to be mad at Eddie, something drastic must have happened.
“What did the dingus do?” Robin pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Oh, don’t ask-” Max shouted from over between the shelves.
“I’m glad you asked!” Dustin cut her off, jumping up and sitting over the counter, ignoring the protests of both Steve and Robin “Okay, it’s kind of a long story.”
“Oh, no.” Steve mumbled under his breath.
“So, you guys know my sister, right?”
“Of course we do, she’s one of our best friends. Also works here all other days of the week?” Robin questioned, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Yeah, her.” Dustin continued, unbothered “She’s got it bad for Eddie. Like head over heels bad.”
Steve almost choked on air. From the corner of his eye he could see Robin shooting the young boy a funny look, almost in disbelief.
“But the thing is, Eddie has it bad for Chrissy Cunningham.”
Robin and Steve stared at one another, jaws hanging open.
“Okay, and?” Steve asked.
“And?” Dustin asked incredulously “And she’s bound to get hurt. She’s going to get hurt and-” he let out a shuddering breath “I don’t want to see that happen.”
Both Steve’s and Robin’s gaze softened at the boy’s kind words.
“If it serves as any consolation, Dustin, your sister does not have a crush on Eddie.”
“Yes, she does!” Dustin practically shouted “She’s my sister and I know her! She is in love with Eddie! It’s so obvious, why can’t none of you see it?”
“Dust-” Robin tried interrupting, but the boy cut her off, offended.
“What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t know my own sister?!”
Robin raised her hands, trying to calm the boy down.
“Okay, okay. Fine.” she sighed defeated.
Steve sensed Dustin was getting upset and tried to placate him into calming down.
“Hey, man. If, by any chance, he ends up breaking her heart, I’ll help you bash that metalhead’s skull in.”
Dustin smiled a toothy grin, reassured by his friend’s words.
“Now!” Steve clapped his hands “I assume the two of you aren’t here just to gossip now, are you?”
Dustin straightened his spine, jumping down from the counter and disappearing behind some shelves. Moments later he came back, dragging a reluctant Max by the wrist.
“Maxine here” he started (to which Max mumbled ‘Call me Maxine again and I’ll break your fucking nose’ under her breath) “has never watched Star Wars.”
Steve gasped dramatically.
“Seriously?! What a crime!”
Robin rolled her eyes.
“You haven’t watched it either, dingus.”
“Yes I have!”
“Sleeping halfway through ‘A New Hope’ doesn’t count as watching!”
“Anyway,” Dustin cleared his throat “Mike and I agreed that it’s about time she watched it and decided on a movie marathon. Lucas is also joining us. So if either of you can get me the tapes for the entire trilogy, we‘ll get out of your hair as soon as possible.”
Robin started typing in Dustin’s file while Steve went out back to retrieve the requested tapes.
“Uh, guys?” Steve came back to the front of the store holding one tape in each hand “Looks like someone already rented one of them.”
“What?!” Dustin’s voice broke as he reached for the tapes “‘Return Of The Jedi’ is missing! Who in their right minds rents only ‘Return Of The Jedi'?!”
Robin looked at Steve, a mischievous smile crossing her features. He knew she could only mean trouble.
“Let me check that out for you.”
“Uh, Rob.” Steve mumbled, concerned “That’s against company policy.”
“Come on, Stev-o, live a little! We do this all the time to find out stuff about people.”
“Oh, and checking the renting log for Star Wars 3 will tell us what exactly?”
Robin smirked. Oh, Steve didn’t like where this was going.
“If we cross reference it with the other two,” Robin started typing on the computer behind the counter “we can check out who rented all three of them together or rented all three of them separately but in the correct order.”
“And those who rented just this one?”
Robin’s smirk only grew. She looked at Steve dead in the eye and mouthed the word ‘boobies’. Steve could practically hear the moment the shoe dropped, his own face morphing into a smirk.
“Are we missing something here?” Max asked, suspicious.
Robin dismissed her and continued typing. It took about twenty minutes, but she eventually had printed out an extensive list of names after having written down a bunch of names and connecting them on her little white board.
“Okay, munchkins.” she turned to them, swiveling her chair “I have it. After pulling the records of the past six months, I managed to find out all the people who rented ‘Return Of The Jedi’ solo.”
Dustin giggled, and Max rolled her eyes, but a tiny amused smile pulled at her lips. Steve awaited eagerly, hanging from the edge of his seat.
“Let’s see, from oldest to newest.” Robin cleared her throat “Eddie Munson, clearly; me; Vicki; Eddie again; your sister.”
Steve side-eyed her, his brows furrowing in confusion, but Robin kept going without paying him any mind.
“Vicki again; your sister again; Fred Benson; Eddie; Vickie; Eddie; Jason Carver;” her face scrunched up in disgust (to which Dustin screamed a “Jason Carver likes Star Wars?! ”) before continuing “your sister; Vickie; me; Eddie aaaaaand… oh!”
Everyone froze, startled expressions paralyzing their faces.
“What do you mean ‘oh!’?” Steve asked, incredulous.
Robin’s eyes were wide as saucers, her eyebrows so far up her forehead they disappeared under her short bangs. Her mouth hung wide open and only small stutters came out. Swallowing hard, she exhaled sharply through her nose before turning to her friends, her voice low.
“The last person to rent ‘Return Of The Jedi’ and who currently has the tape is Chrissy Cunningham.”
Multiple things happened at once. Steve’s jaw fell almost to the ground, Dustin let out a loud disbelieving yelp and Max’s eyes widened just a fraction.
“Seriously?” Dustin asked “Chrissy Cunningham, captain of the cheer squad, queen of Hawkins High, Jason Carver’s girlfriend, rented out a Star Wars movie?”
Steve and Robin glanced at one another. It was clear their incredulity stemmed from a totally different reason then the two kids.
“Oh, well.” the boy threw his hands up in defeat “I guess our movie marathon is fucked.”
Max looked conflicted, slightly relieved but at the same time kind of bummed. Steve was already pulling the file for ‘Return Of The Jedi’ on the computer again, desperately trying to put a smile back on that kid’s face.
“She’s due to return it tomorrow. Why don’t you come by then? It’s Friday anyway, don’t you have Hellfire today?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Dustin shrugged “We were going to head straight to Mike’s after the club and Max would meet us there.”
“Tell you what,” Steve nodded his chin conspiratorially “why don’t you take something else for today, have a sleepover, and as soon as Chrissy returns the tape tomorrow I’ll drive by the Wheeler’s and deliver it to you, okay?”
“But what if Chrissy doesn’t return it on time?” Max asked.
The sound of keys being smashed on the keyboard pulled their attention back to Robin, who had taken over the computer.
“It says here she hasn’t missed one due date, and she’s been coming here for quite a while now.” she smiled reassuringly “You guys have nothing to worry about, Steve’s got this covered for you.”
After a few more moments trying to reassure Max’s everlasting distrust and restore Dustin’s goofy mood, the two kids left with a copy of ‘Gremlins’, one of Max’s favorite movies of all times. As they were about to set foot outside the door, Robin called out to Dustin.
“Don’t worry about your sister, okay? She’ll be alright.”
Dustin nodded and they left. With a huff, Robin slumped against the counter.
“So, what was that about our dearest Henderson having a crush on Eddie?” Steve asked.
“Trust me, dude, she does not have a crush on him.”
“Dustin seemed pretty adamant that she does.”
“She doesn’t.” the girl hissed.
“How could you possibly know? She might be one of your best friends since forever, but sometimes people rather keep-”
“Because I know!” Robin practically shouted “Because she’s also into the same stuff we both are!”
“You mean…” Steve’s eyes widened, before his confusion gave way to understanding “She did rent that Star Wars a lot.”
“Yeah, exactly.” Robin leaned closer to him and lowered her voice down to a whisper, even though there was no one else in the store at the time “We dated briefly in middle school. We were both going through a self-discovery journey kind of thing and we helped each other out. It’s good talking about your feelings with someone who actually gets it, who also knows exactly what you’re going through. That, combined with the fact we’d been friends for so long, had us both thinking that dating was the natural progression of things.” she smiled a sad, fond smile before shrugging “Don’t get me wrong, she’s pretty cute, smart and all, but we quickly realized it was more like kissing a cousin than anything.”
“Ew.” Steve shrudded.
“Mhmm. So we broke things off about a month in.”
“Wow. That’s nice actually.” Steve smiled at her “It’s nice to know you didn’t have to go through all of that alone.”
Robin nodded in agreement, turning back towards her friend. She found him already staring at her eagerly. She closed her eyes with a sigh.
“Spit it out.”
“So our resident freak has a crush on the Queen of Hawkins High?”
Robin eyed him funny.
“No he doesn’t.” she scoffed “There’s only one person in this town whom Eddie fancies, and it’s certainly not Chrissy.”
“Who’s it?” he asked, like a kid who’s begging their parents to reveal the contents of their Christmas gift in advance.
Robin felt like she could facepalm. Better yet, bang her head on the counter multiple times.
“Seriously, Harrington?! Are you really that dense?”
Steve stared at her like a clueless puppy.
“What?”
She huffed and grabbed a pile of returned tapes to sort through.
“Anywaaay…” Steve sat next to her again “What do you think?”
“About what?”
“Uh, duh? The fact that Chrissy rented that movie? You said so yourself and that list was pretty self explanatory.”
Robin smirked at him, a small chuckle climbing out of her throat.
“I think, my dear friend,” she topped her act off with a wink “that there’s more to Chrissy Cunningham than meets the eye.”
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C.C. headcanons
nsfw hcs!
basically just her kinks, what i think she would like, and a few scenarios with an afab! reader
warnings: if you’re reading this you know what you’re getting into, it’s fucking filthy.
- submission
she’s always having to put up a front and protect her reputation, so she loves being able to let her walls come down. she knows she can trust you, knows that you’ll take care of her. it’s almost freeing for her in a way when you take charge, mostly because you’re not necessarily telling her what to do. she’s had way too much of that in her life. you’re guiding her, helping her have the best experience as possible.
- praise
like i said, she’s almost always doing what other people are telling her to do, and most of the time she only receives criticism or feedback on how to do better. so when you praise her, it goes straight to her panties. she loves knowing that she’s doing good for you. even if she likes being a sub and taken care of, she wants you to be feeling just as good as she is, and your praise helps her affirm that. she totally has service sub energy.
- bondage
nothing major, i just think she would like being held down or bound occasionally. she really likes when you use one hand to hold her wrists in place and the other to touch her. eventually she might like handcuffs, but it would take lots of time and convincing.
- somnophilia
not extreme, but it would definitely appeal to her. she would never want you to go all the way while she’s sleeping, she’s far too insecure for that. she wouldn’t mind if you got started though, maybe like grinding your thigh into her or lightly playing with her clit. one thing she does really like to do though, she loves waking you up by sucking on your tits. the idea that the pleasure she’s giving you is what woke you does so much for her.
- breast play
this girl fucking loves your boobs. if she could spend all day playing with them, she totally would. she loves putting marks on them, it’s almost meaningful to her because you obviously can’t tell people you’re together, so you walking around covered in marks from her makes her so prideful. she 100% has fallen asleep with your nipple in her mouth because he just doesn’t want to stop. also, she would probably die a little inside (in a good way) if you have nipple piercings.
- innocence
i feel like she would go for someone who’s different than her, she loves looking in the mirror and seeing herself in her cute blouses and tiny skirts next to your band tees and ripped jeans. she likes wearing cute pink or white panties that she knows you’re going to rip off of her. this would also probably play into a little bit of a size kink too.
- cockwarming
lets just pretend that there were straps in the 80′s okay? she would love to just sit on your lap with it inside her. it relaxes her, just being that close with you and being full at the same time.
- intimacy
her favorite position is missionary for sure. she doesn’t care if it seems vanilla, she likes to see you, be able to grab onto you, all that stuff. she loves when you’re over her, thrusting slow and leaning down to kiss her. another thing about the position that drives her crazy is when you’re so close to her that your tits press onto hers. she can’t explain it, but your chest pressing into her own while you fuck her is just so erotic to her.
- tummy ridding
likes it when you lay back on the bed and hold her waist while she gets herself off on your abdomen. if you’re insecure about your belly she’ll be sure to whimper and tell you how good it makes her feel. likes when she slides back just far enough that your mound catches her clit.
random things:
she is needy all the time!
likes when you hold her hips or back of her thighs during sex
letting her wear your clothes is a sure fire way to get her going in a second
probably would like to be in a big sweater she took from you in the moment
loves ridding your thighs
truly believes the meaning of life is the belly bulge she gets from your strap, and would melt if you pressed on it
loves cuddle sex, your chest against her back, arm holding her in place while you finger her into oblivion
secretly likes to see you sweaty, bloody, or bruised, as long as she’s sure you’re okay first!
is too shy to admit it, but she wants to scissor with you so bad, she constantly thinks about how it would feel to have your folds sliding against her own
something in me thinks she’d like giving oral more than receiving, it’s just not her favorite
kind of wants to try impact play, but very nervous about it
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living on a farm with chrissy !! ໒꒰ྀི ₍ᐢ･⚇･ᐢ₎꒱ྀི১
frilly socks. tending to the animals. going on strawberry picking dates. riding horses together. having a ton of picnics. bike rides in meadows. swinging on the outdoor porch. watering the flowers. picking corn. making home-grown meals. planting crops. milking the cows. feeding the goats. hanging the laundry in the summer breeze. wearing as many bows and sundresses as possible <3
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What if you did a pt 2 to slumber party 👀👀👀
Maybe reader & Chrissy’s picnic & they end up scissoring 👀👀👀
it's good to be answering the ole inbox again
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Warnings - read the request ig (smut), slumber party part 1 (not necessary to read before this)
Chrissy stands before you. She lifts her skirt - perky and pink and pleated - teasingly slow. Her lithe fingers pluck up the material, her chest heaving and cheeks flushed full rouge. She gnaws her bottom lip when your hands meet her thighs, thumbs pressing into the meat of her inner thighs.
Her giggles are precious as she finally brings up the front of her skirt entirely.
“No panties?” you grin and she tucks her knees close, they knock against your shoulders shyly, “Whore.”
“I wanted to impress you,” she pouts, hand settling over your forehead affectionately and pushing so you're sitting down.
“Well, I’m very impressed, baby,” you lift up, onto your knees, and kiss Chrissy’s hipbone, “Very scandalous, you’ve changed.”
“In good ways, though,” she insists, kneeling in front of you and cupping your cheeks, “I wanna try something I saw.”
Chrissy sits half-on-you, one of her legs thrown over your hip and pressing her pudgy clit to yours. She’s whining sweetly into your mouth. She tastes like strawberries.
Her cunt swipes over yours - harder, more determined than her initial presses.
She hums. Moans. Mumbles and whispers and then, “good, so, so good.”
Your hand is wrenched lovingly in her hair to hold her face to yours as the tingle in your cunt swells up to the bowl of your gut. Wetness drips down the gutters of your hips and patches at the picnic blanket below you. Fruits and sandwiches long abandoned in favor of Chrissy’s newfound freedom.
Sunset in purples and pinks and oranges flesh out the way her hips work and spread her lips into the junction of yours. She gasps when your clits lock - sticky and wet - and nudge past each other. Glossy lips move and kiss along your jaw, desperate for contact, skin, your skin.
Her hips jerk and spike, hands tight on you. She likes this. She likes this a whole lot more than anything she did with Jason.
Your tits bounce beneath your shirt as her bucking hips grow increasingly frantic, her hands fly to your chest and paw at your boobs. Her warm palms sink beneath your shirt, prying under the wire of your bra and spread across your plush flesh and you’re eager to arch your back to her desire.
Yes, she likes this a whole lot more than anything before. This might be heaven (and if it isn’t, then maybe heaven isn’t worth it).
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༻¨*:· picnic dates with chrissy cunningham ·:*¨༺
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