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fangs. part two. thursday night. // steddie x reader

part one. || part three. || part four.

plot: eddie wasn’t dead. He could never leave his girl to face the world without him, and he would make sure of it. even if he was a little bit different.

pairing: steddie x fem!reader, eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 10.4k

warnings: 18+, dark!eddie, perv!eddie, stalker!eddie, vampire!eddie, kaz!eddie, porn with plot, dark content, rough sex, p in v, choking, dirty talk, degradation, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, masterbation, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, slapping, hair pulling, cum in v, croptop!steve, daddy!steve, cuck!steve oversharing, spanking, biting. slight cnc. established consent.

a/n: hi guys! i hope you’re liking my series so far. this part is just pure gross smut and the smallest bit of fluff and plot. it also takes place from where part one left off! i hope you enjoy!

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work. minors do not read. eighteen plus only. please be kind and reblog or comment if you enjoyed!

eddie would always go to your house after his hellfire club disbanded for the night. however, tonight was different. eddie had moved this weeks meeting to thursday so it didn’t clash with his band practice on friday. he called the shots so what did it matter?? after all he was feeling a little pent up after watching you in a skimpy skirt all day. he saw the way you blushed when he came to your rescue, and he wanted to see more of that pretty pink color on your cheeks.

he sat outside your window at the perfect time. he knew you would be getting out of the shower soon. a guttural moan left his lips a little louder than he expected when he was peeking through your windows. you walked into the room draped in just a towel with damp hair. he palmed himself as his stomach turned. really he could just jump through the window. take advantage of you. he wonders how you would react. he was indifferent. watching you squirm under him sounded like a dream, but maybe if you somehow reciprocated the feelings he shared for you. eddie would want to make your first time perfect. gracefully, you dropped your towel and slowly got dressed. he pulled his jeans down just past his crotch so he could slide them back on at a fast pace if anyone caught him. the thought excited him. pulling his cock out of the slit in his boxers. his eyes rolled back as he gripped himself. you would be putting on your pajamas soon so his pace increased. desperately trying to get off before your perfect body would be hidden from him. you put on a ugly green hawkins high t-shirt you had cut into a crop top and a simple black thong. if only you knew eddie was watching you a few feet away. he choked back a loud moan and watched you slowly pull the thin fabric over your cunt. he gripped his cock tighter, and slowed his pace. he tried so hard to hold it, but prematurely he finished. ropes of cum decorated his jeans. him imagining how easy it would be to rip those panties off pushed him over the edge. he bit his shirt collar to muffle any moans as you turned off the lights and got into bed. he cleaned himself up with his black handkerchief as he watched you slide into bed.

to his surprise, you turned on your bedside lamp. it dimly illuminated your room.

‘shit, shit, shit, shitshitshit.’

eddie whispered as he cleaned himself up faster. just then, he realized you didn’t seem interested in what was creeping outside your window. you were just softly rutting your hips against your mattress. you wanted to make it quick. to you it was just a little stress relief. for him, you were blowing his mind. and you had absolutely no idea. he gasped and watched you stir. you pulled the blanket off of you. your knees were up and your legs were spread. eddie bit his tongue. hard. he was standing up now to get a better view. his mind raced as he clasped his hands together, he looked towards the sky and said,

‘oh thank you god for blessing me tonight.’ he kissed his knuckle and pointed it towards the sky.

he had just finished. yet, seeing you in such a vulnerable position got him hard again. jeans tight around the waist as he hummed sweet whimpers. he dug his fingernails into your windowsill trying to get a better look. you were so pretty. he wanted to ruin you. wondering what you were thinking about. needing to see your facial expressions as you moaned out his name. desperately wanting to corrupt you. he could touch you so much better. he could really show you how to take care of yourself. he so desperately wanted you to let him show you. his head lolled back while griping his knees. your hand snaked down and touched your clit gently. a moan left your lips. eddie sat back down and pulled his cock out. quicker than he’d like to admit. he felt like such a fucking virgin. hearing your soft voice tremble made his cock unbearably sore. he was still sensitive though. he was quite happy when he watched you set the pace to be slow and steady. following your lead he did the same. studying your movements and watching intently. he could really use this to his advantage. if he ever got the chance. your left hand grabbed your nipples and teased them. moaning a little louder now. eddie’s eyes didn’t know where to look, he was so overwhelmed. thoughts of your pursed lips and how he would kiss you filled his head. listening to you whimper and beg for him to touch you while he played with your soft lips. through breathless kisses, you would beg him,

‘please eddie? need you... please?’ he imagined your soft voice.

he would use his big fingers to slowly tease up and down your wet slit while he softly bit your neck. he wanted to bite hard. leaving marks all over you. knowing very well that being to rough with you would scare you away. he hid that part of his personality away from you. only because the metalhead had a serious soft spot for you. he promised himself that if he had the chance he would be so caring and gentle at first. or at least try the best he could. however, the mental image of purple and blue marks draped up and down your neck, crowded his mind. that would show those jocks not to mess with you. he imagined the look on steve and tommy’s face. that thought really turned him on. you moaned loudly holding your blankets up to your mouth to muffle your moans. like clockwork his legs started to shake. hand gripping the bottom of his shaft. realizing how close he was. he growled as he bit his lip not able to contain himself, and coming to another orgasm. he cleaned himself up while he watched you reach your climax. he would save that as a mental image. cursing at himself for finishing before you. you huffed out your chest and covered yourself up.

‘goodnight, eddie’ he froze.

he turned quietly back to your window, he watched you grab a bear that was missing an eye and had a silly white shirt on. you hugged it tightly and turned off your lamp and went to sleep. the way his name danced off of your lips was blissful.

‘jesus h christ’ his tone was stressed.

he threw his head back and whimpered. a deep sigh left his lungs while he was clutching his chest. in that moment he thought you had caught him. the thrill made his heart flutter before he walked away from your window. he whispered,

‘goodnight, sweetheart.’ he whispered.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

then next thursday came. eddie was gripping his knees through his jeans, just like he had from outside your window. you were sitting in the cafeteria a few tables across from eddie. wearing the cutest outfit he had ever seen on you. he swore by it. eddie fidgeted with the rings on his knuckles. lunch couldn’t keep his already faulty attention span. images of you touching yourself in your bed ran through his head. all damn day. he just watched silently as you at your lunch. his eyes were lustful and his pupils were heavily dilated. he just stared. you took a bite out of your lunch, and his eyes focused in on your lips. the members of the hellfire glanced at him. making sure not to make direct eye contact to upset him. eddie had noticed this of course, but he was to entranced by your posture, looks, and those god damn lips. he could admit though. the snickering and giggles that came from the freshmen sat at his table annoyed him. after he so graciously invited to sit with him and his band of misfits. it was beginning to piss him off.

‘what?’ eddie finally snapped

he didn’t move his eyes off of you and his jaw staying clenched.

‘it’s j-just that you, well, you haven’t mentioned if we were meeting to do hellfire club… and last week you moved the day, s—‘

the boy speaking got cut off by the sound of eddie’s fist hitting the table. the sudden noise coming from the other end of the cafeteria made you jump. you turned your head to face the noise. startled at your sudden movement, eddie dropped his gaze from you. instead he looked towards the boy who just spoke. you didn’t pay much attention to him but you knew how to read his body language. eddie had become obviously very nervous after bringing your attention to him. you gave him a confused look. that was different. eddie never looked away from your eye contact. from you perspective you couldn’t quite place what had changed. god, if only you knew. eddie’s lips moved but you couldn’t quite hear him.

‘oh my dear liege. you’re right.’ he says to the boy.

he uses all the confidence in his body to direct his eyes back towards you while speaking. the dumb look thats all over your face drives eddie up the wall. you were really so precious. his eyes glittered in your direction. you could barely hear what he was saying to the boys on his left but you were so curious in what was being shared now. eddie talked like he was always in theater. frailing his arms around in big gestures to match his speech. you tried reading his lips but got a little distracted when his tongue flipped out against his top lip. you divereted your stare and focused on your food instead. eddie caught that. from the other side of the cafeteria the conversation continued to boom,

‘im sorry but…’ eddie trails off,

risking another glance you lifted your chin. he sent you a wink from across the cafeteria. did he just wink at you? that was new. you blushed but his eyes never left yours.

‘tonight...? well.’

there was a pause. eddie lost in thought trying to come up with any excuse to postpone hellfire so he could be outside your window tonight.

‘im busy!’ he yells so the rest of the cafeteria could hear him now.

eddie jumped on the table and walking towards the edge. the boys awkwardly chuckle as he does his routine. he began with yelling at the jocks, the preps, then the smartasses, and finally those in between. people always viewed eddie as someone that would be bullied in highschool. truth was. he was feared. not by you, of course you knew he was all bark. no bite. growing up in hawkins as a nerdy boy that had different interests than his peers was a problem. it was more of a problem because it turned eddie cold. no one seemed to be interested in the character that he tried to conform to. he had a hard time making friends in junior high. after his freshman year he decided to start dressing how he wanted to. non-conforming to the current times or trends. he would wear dark ripped clothes and large rings and chains. this had it’s own problems though. eddie develop a bad boy demeanor because of his fashion sense. people would blame anything on him just because of his visual appearance. no one ever gave him the time of day. except you. passing notes, freshman year. eddie thought back to that time a lot. maybe if he was less cold you both could’ve really been friends. it was harder for to make friends. that’s why he started his after school club. people that judged his character thought he was ‘mean and scary’ but it really was just self expression. he was the softest person ever. he was good with younger students. not really on anyones bad side, but no one was his number one fan either. well, maybe steve was. he acted like eddie’s existence was gonna be the death of him. was that a good thing? or a bad thing? however, back to the scene at hand. eddie being viewed as a ‘freak’, in the end, turned him into one. he learned to abuse and use his scary façade to his advantage. he would bicker with the popular kids, and always show off. not one of them dared to actually throw a punch or really threaten him. you share a few more glances with him while he parades ontop of the cafeteria table. giggling at his antics. he blushes and sticks his tongue out at you. he makes little horns with his fingers and sticks them to his temples. he looks back towards the club members as he says,

‘harrington has a sweet party tonight and i have to uhh work.’

eddie knows he’s not going to be selling anything tonight. he also doesn’t know steve’s party schedule. he figured he could peak your interest in him if he talked about how ‘busy’ he was with his ‘plans’. eddie he was known as a dirtbag around school for slinging drugs, and needed an excuse for postponing hellfire anyways. he feels your eyes on him as he makes sure to talk louder so you overhear.

‘let’s move it to tomorrow. i’ll be busy till later tonight and don’t wanna be distracted during the big campaign.’ he huffed.

he hopes you heard that. the bell rings dismissing everyone back to their classes, he was walking out towards the hall when you stood up suddenly. he turns around purposefully shoving himself into you. it totally looked like an accident. you’re almost knocked over as he tumbles into your back. he grabs you by the waist making sure to accidentally push his hips up against your ass to catch you. you let out a small whimper, surprised by the sensation. you turn quickly to face him.

‘w-woah, woah, hey.’ he stutters.

he chuckles biting his bottom lip, he wanted nothing more to spin you back around and grind against you till he got himself off. in front of everyone. eddie could tell you were embarrassed. instead, he loosed his grip to make you more comfortable. you jumped at the sensation and turned around with bright red cheeks. to any normal person it looked like you meant to grind against him, but it was an accident. your cluelessness got the better of you when you started apologizing immediately. you were talking in rushes and overthinking the situation. you were so in your head you didn’t notice his evil smirk. you didn’t know why he was grunting while slipping his hands into his front pockets. he took a deep breath. he was adjusting his cock so you didn’t see him pitch a tent in his tight jeans. his heart was fluttering. this was perfect? how did he get so lucky with the timing of it all?

‘sorry. didn’t mean to scare you.’ he giggled.

eddie cut your rambling off as he began to apologize now. he pulled his hands out of his pockets and back onto your hips. the urge to touch you was to strong he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. you look at him in awe. never realizing how pretty his eyes were till now. deep dark chocolate irises and soft white eyes. you could get lost in them.

‘e—eddie im s-so sorry. i just… uhm.. well, i was trying. y—you know get to class? i didn’t mean to uuhm. i mean..’ you stuttered.

‘no it’s okay! really. that was soooooo my fault!’ he put his heart over his chest and bowed to you.

you blush reminded of the feeling of his groin up against you. head bowed in embarrassment. he removes his hands from your hips. he was just as bashful. he didn’t even know what was possessing him right now to talk to you this close. you smelled like strawberries. your eyes were sparkly like you had stars in them. his eyes traced up your neck.

‘pretty necklace.’ he spoke out loud.

‘what was that?’ you asked.

you didn’t catch his comment because you were lost in your own thoughts. his bones jumped out of his skin he stared at you with his mouth open. palms clammy now. the tension between you was rough. this was so awkward. you hadn’t talked to him since freshmen year! what was happening! you clear your throat,

‘so’ you start, ‘harrington has a party tonight?’ you bat your eyelashes at him.

eddie realizes ths is still a very real conversation he has to attend to. all the blood in his body rushed south. shaking out his nerves like a dog he stutters.

‘y-y-yea- sure h-he does, isn’t he always up to no good?’ he makes a jab at him with this small remark.

you smile at his witty comment. eddie begins thinking of ways that he’s going to get himself out of this white lie. keep steve off of your mind. his heart raced. did steve have a party tonight? oh, what to say? what is he supposed to say? he felt like a little kid around you. you looked up at him with your arms crossed now. awaiting an answer. how could he not be nervous? your cheeks looked so kissable. they were all blushed with a cute cherry color and he tries to play it cool but fails miserably. he stutters,

‘m—maybe ill give him a call. im always looking for a reason to talk to my best friend stevie!’ he joked.

you let out a small giggle, everyone at school knew they were enemies. it was quite entertaining for the students at hawkins to watch how the two boys clashed. your soft laugh that you produced listening to eddie’s remarks about the preppy boy sent chills up his spine. it gives him the confidence he needs for the moment.

‘yeah, i was thinking about crashing it? causing some trouble? i can think of better things to do with my time though.’

he was closer to you than before you realized but you didn’t mind. you were just two acquaintances talking about after school plans. you thought. eddie on the other hand was a man that was scheming. he licked his bottom lip like a predator watching his prey. you purr at his comment, smiling cluelessly,

‘what kind of trouble does eddie munson usually get in to on thursday nights?’ you quizzed him.

if only you knew. it’s getting harder for him to keep himself together. his fingers grab the hem of your shirt. following his fingers your eyes watch his next move. he thinks back to last week and the dirty things he caught you doing. eddie starts talking but his voice slowly trails off almost like he’s breathless and embarrassed to say his next few lines,

‘i'm more curious about what you do on thursday nights, any plans tonight? sweetheart?’ he questioned.

sweetheart. there it is again. your cheeks get hot and you're flustered. he moves in even closer. you have butterflies in your tummy. he’s never flirted with you this much before. that’s also new. his soft attitude warms you. you have to say something. say anything.

‘are you asking me to hang out with you, munson?’ you choke out.

he chuckles at your shyness. wits and comebacks were easy for eddie. he always had a smart mouth even when he’s under pressure. it makes his next sentence sound like velvet to your ears.

‘oh sweetheart. i’d love to hangout with someone as pretty as you. you wanna? your place? tonight? say eight works for me.’

he was demanding almost. he has dark eyes and a heavy smirk on his lips. knowing you take a shower around eight. thinking of how he caught you touching yourself soon after. his plan is perfect. you smile and nod. eddie moves close to your ear, it reminds you of how steve would tease you.

‘sure you want to be around a freak like me, pretty girl?’ he whimpered the words into your ear.

your heart jumps into your throat. a beat passes.

‘yeah.. e—eight works for me too, eddie.’ you say.

he moves away from you quickly and seems to disappear into the halls. you shrug, collecting your books. you’re looking forward to hanging out with the misunderstood senior. you swore what you heard about him being a “freak” was all rumors. you had no idea that he had to move away from you so he could adjust himself in his pants before cumming at the thought of you screaming his name later.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

you rushed home in a hurry. quickly you cleaned up your room and your belongings around the house to make things look presentable. eddie was the first boy you had ever invited over. besides that, he was totally eye candy now and so hot. he had really grown into a teenage dream. you were also excited to maybe catch up with him. after freshman year the both of you grew distant due to him building up his walls. giving everyone a cold shoulder. you weren’t sure why he put a wedge between your blossoming friendship. admittedly, when he stoped paying attention to you it stung a bit.

eddie showed up to your house right at eight. hoping that maybe you would be getting out of the shower to answer the door. he knocked and hummed some guitar riff he was just listening to in his van on the way to your house. you didn’t answer right away. rustling though his pockets in his battle vest he located joint. he pulled it out of his vest pocket and held his lighter to the tip. as it danced against his lips he took a long drag. eagerness overtook him and he knocked again. you answered this time,

‘one second!’ your voice was muffled behind the door.

his chest was full of smoke. you opened the door. he made sure to turn away from you. careful not to blow any into your face. you smiled and started talking to the boy with an inviting tone. you were a lot less nervous now in your own home.

‘so what they say is true? you are a pothead.’ you joked.

you looked fantastic. he wasn’t even sure that a little his joint he pre-rolled could calm him down now. he was a goner. he giggled at your snarky remark letting himself into your cozy home. he didn’t answer you yet he just took in his surroundings and took another drag from his joint.

‘you wanna share that, eddie?’ you asked.

chills washed over his body as you said his name, he would never get sick of that. it was sickly sweet falling from your lips. if only harrington could see him now. about to share a joint with the girl they had been fighting over for years. the perfect girl next door. eddie figured he would be fuming.

‘s-sure. you smoke?’ he paused.

eddie watched you become flustered and fidget with your fingers. he thought his heart was gonna explode just watching you twiddling your thumbs dressed in nothing but your pjs. he was on cloud nine. take that, harrington. god, why was he thinking about steve right now?

‘well no, i never have. my friends do! they buy from you a lot and you seem like you know your stuff.’ you rambled.

he smirked, ‘i can show you a few things, sure.’

looking at you he raised his eyebrow before taking another drag. he blew the cloud that sat in his chest in your face. you threw your hand up. swatting the musty smoke out of your face.

‘you don’t seem you sure, sweetheart.’ he teased.

he moved in closer totally invading your personal space. the denim vest he was wearing hosted pleanty of pins and patches. his pretty silver enamel pins clinged together as he walked. the action was comparable to a cat that always wore a bell. eddie grabbed your face gently. he spoke softly to not scare you away before he took another puff from his joint.

‘open up?’ he said.

obedience flooded over you. your jaw extended at the feeling of just his palm against your chin. you were forced out of your daze when he gripped you tighter. needing you to pay attention to him. his grip was a little harsher than he had planned. you didn’t mind. instead you just stood still. awaiting the boys next move. eddie was so eager to get his hands on you. get closer. could you really blame him? he brought your chin to his. he groaned into your throat. you could feel his hot breath mixed with the smoke against your mouth. your cupids bow grazed his top lip. just barely. you couldn’t tell if you had really touched your lips together or if it was just the anxiety. he snaked his index finger between your lips while his thumb brought your chin down lower and he exhaled. he was blowing smoke into your throat with his cute lips in an ‘O’ shape. the burning sensation reeked of weed. as he neared the end of his breath you were more forgiving when the foul smell mixed with a pleasant minty fragrance. was that what eddie tasted like? your tummy turned as he gently let go of your chin, he took a step back and you coughed.

‘oh I'm sorry, sweetheart, was that too strong? we can practice some more.’ he giggled deeply.

‘that really hurt my throat, eddie.’ you cried.

‘uhmm, i—im sorry.’ he said with his back stiffened.

you were choking on coughs. as if he wasn’t already tense from the situation. he was burning up now. you were precious. eddie wanted to get out of his jeans and into yours. his cock grew harder hearing you say those words. you were more of an airhead than he thought. your composure was cool and calm. eddie couldn’t believe it. shrugging it off as normal pothead behavior. but eddie? he was stunned. jaw on the floor. drooling like a dog. completely ran up the wall. those simple words you had said went straight to his chest. his heart beating rapidly and his jeans getting uncomfortably tight. dirty thoughts filled his mind. he wanted to hear you say that while he fucked his cock into your mouth. he wanted to hear you say that when he choked you with his big hands. he wanted to hear you say that after he was done leaving deep purple bite marks all over your soft throat. he promised himself to keep it cool. however, he saw how you twitched under his touch. he heard your little whimpers when he had grazed your top lip with his. did you feel the same way about him after all? he shoved those thoughts down. surely if anything happened you wouldn’t wanna have any strings attached. like he even had a chance. he knew he could take care of you though. he desperately wanted to. after he was done fucking your brains out he knew that soft spot in him would resurface. he would be sure to kiss you on your cheeks and rub your neck softly with the pads of his thumbs. he would need you to promise him that you were okay. you would assure him that he didn’t hurt you. even if your body ached from his grips and bites.

‘that really hurt my throat, eddie.’ it played back in his head.

he wanted to hear you say it again, so desperately.

‘eddie?? ed’s???’ you questioned.

you waved your hand infront of his face and giggled when he apologized for spacing off. you turned away and motioned for eddie to follow you. the two of you moved to your bedroom. you didn't want your family den to totally reek of pot if your siblings came home later. eddie stood in the doorway against the frame as he watched you sit on your bed. his dark visual appearance clashed heavily with your room. eddie walked into your room and acted like he was snooping. truth was, he already knew the layout. every wall he had studied like the back of his hand. really he wasn’t interested in snooping around either. he had snuck in countless times to steal your panties or the pretty necklaces you wore. he especially favored the one you were wearing today. he spun around on his heels and plopped onto your soft bed. instead of prying more he turned all his attention to the bear that sat on your bed. the same one you said goodnight to after pleasing yourself. he took one more drag of his joint before putting it out. he licked his fingers and pinched the tip. the joint made a sizzling sound.

‘doesn’t that burn your fingers?’ you asked.

‘not really? i guess im just used to the pain now. sorry for smoking in your room. just nervous.’ he replied.

you looked at him with soft eyes.

‘you okay? can i do anything to make you more comfortable?’ you questioned.

he tucked the joint into the chest pocket of his denim vest before shedding a few layers. he ran his hands through his hair before taking a deep breath. he now looked a little more comfortable next to you now. he wore a def leppard t-shirt that had cigarette burn holes in it and his token black jeans with rips laid across his knees. the handcuff belt he had on broke up the outfit well. it clashed less this way. your eyes lingered on the cuffs for a little longer than you’d like but you were in a trance. eddie was locating a coat hook in your room to put his vest and jacket onto. he took a mental note of where he left his joint in his pocket. he was saving it for later. his eyes turned back to you. he smirked as he realized you were staring at his crotch. eddie cleared his throat trying to hide his nerves. blush crawled up his face when you both met eyes. he immediately spoke.

‘so… uhhh what’s this guy's name?’ he grabbed your little bear.

rushing to make conversation to get perverted thoughts out of his head. did you like the cuffs? were you intrigued? eddie wondered. eddie was dramatic with his movements when he hugged your stuffed friend tightly. he was just making sure his scent was going to be on it for the rest of the week. you laughed as he tossed the bear into the air. he asked the bear,

‘hey little dude? what’s your name?’

you giggled and he smiled a big toothy grin at you. he looked like a cheshire cat. he loved making you laugh. your giggles were so sweet. he pushed to hear more. awaiting your answer of what the bears name was.

‘oh him? he doesn’t really have a name. i just call him whatever i feel like.’ you said.

eddie’s chest tightened. the words hung in the air for a bit. there was silence. did you call this nameless bear eddie after thinking about him? he stiffed his whole body. while he was lost in thoughts again you huffed.

‘you space off so much! what is your deal!’ you laughed at him pushing his chest so he was laid on your bed. you adjusted your pillows and blankets that were sprawled out on your bed. you looked up at him confused, he was so pale all of the sudden. you spoke softly,

‘what? to harsh?’ you giggled.

his eyes snapped to meet yours. he watched you. there was a dark look on his face now. something was wrong with him. seriously. he could be the first to admit. he was far gone now. you thought of him after he had helped you in the hall when tommy slapped your ass. he was dizzy.

‘lets watch a movie?’ you suggested.

he just nodded but your suggestion instantly cut the tension. he cleared his throat. sitting the nameless bear between the two of you. eddie watched you turned on ‘sixteen candles’. both of you watched with purpose as the movie played. well. you did. eddie couldn’t keep his gaze off of you. you wore the cutest and comfiest pj set. the shorts barely covered your thighs when you sat against him. oh my god! you were sitting against him! he huffed. he was going to keep it cool and not act like a fucking loser. a complete virgin. you thought maybe you were leaning on his arm a bit to hard so you shifted your body weight. he watched you adjust and this new angle gave him a view of your perfect tits. you were braless. he was checked out mentally. his whole body was thrown into overdrive as he begged himself not to get harder than he already was. he was going insane. after a few scenes eddie started getting handsy. his fingers gently danced up and down your thigh. he would pull away when you would shiver under him. sometimes you would push your thighs into his hands so he would grip harder. he understood. he moved his pinky so close to the hem of your shorts. gripped hard and then ran his hand back down to your knee. it was antagonizing slow. he whispered in your ear while you watched the movie.

‘like that?’ he giggled.

he watched your ears turn red. your eyes stayed watching the screen out of embarrassment. as soon as the words left his mouth he turned away like nothing had even happened. he wanted you to be comfortable. not forcing anything onto you but part of him wanted to be selfish. your skin was so soft and sensitive. you moved closer now. putting your hand on his shoulder and your pinky brushed against his neck. chills danced up and down his body as he bit his lip to muffle any of his whimpers. you were leaning on him! he wanted to throw himself onto you. if you had gave him any more attention he would have a hard time controlling himself. this was dangerous. a recipe for disaster. you leaned your head on his arm giving him perfect access to your neck. fuck. thoughout the second half of the movie eddie was stiff. you readjusted because he wasn’t as soft as your pillows. for some reason he would turn to you and breathe cold air against your neck too. you weren’t sure why he was doing it other than to be funny. he would laugh to himself and say,

‘what sweetheart? are you cold?’ he asked while giggling.

it really was annoying you. eddie enjoyed himself though. he knew what he was doing. your nipples peeked at him through the fabric of your thin tank top. he grabbed you a blanket to wrap yourself up with. after burying yourself into your pillows your body was shielded from eddie now.

‘stop teasing eddie.’ you gave him a glare.

he couldn’t help but groan.

‘sorry sweetheart. ill be good i promise’ he laughed throwing his hands up.

after you got cozy the both of you were surrounded in comfortable silence. eddie would squirm, adjust his seating position, or fidget with his fingers but you paid no mind. you were wrapped up in the last scene. the movie came to an end with samantha and jake kissing.

‘i’ve never been kissed.’ you confessed.

eddie jumped at the sudden sound coming from your lips. you were sleepy now. the movie running longer than you remembered. you watched the scene with interest. eddie stared at you his eyes locked on your face. you spoke softly,

‘i thought you were going to kiss me earlier, you know?’ you joked.

you had no idea what your words were doing to him. he couldn’t take it anymore. if he had a breaking point this was it. he wanted to ruin you. you were going to be his. he wanted to see you begging him on your knees. needing to show you more of the dark side that consumed him daily. he was going to. right now. he grabbed your cheek softly, turning your head. his eyes were dark. jet black.

‘can i kiss you now? let me have a taste.’ he asked politely.

his tone sounded demanding. as if you couldn’t really say no. not that you wanted to. it was just all very new. you nodded. your eyes fluttered as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. as he kissed you he softly placed his cupids bow between your top and bottom lip. when he pulled away he grunted. he sucked on your bottom lip. pulling it outward and nibbling it with his teeth. you cheeks were flushed red, your eyes sparkled. it was slow but hard. he was a damn good kisser. you had nothing to compare to but you knew this was good. it felt so natural. a knot grew in your tummy as he went back in for more. he was less gentle this time. your teeth clashed a bit and you opened your mouth for him more. submitting to his touch. you were so damn easy for him. his mind was racing. what is happening? eddie shared his first kiss with you. he couldn’t believe it until your lips pulled him in for more. the tension that had been building throughout the night finally having a place to release. he sucked on your bottom lip and bit it again. this time harder. eddie waited to gauge your reaction. his bottom lip was trembling when he pulled away. you moaned and gasped as he teased you with his teeth on your sensitive lip. this kiss was soft and loving. it was so kind and everything you wanted your first kiss to be. eddie enjoyed it too. you could tell that eddie really did care for you. your body released any tension it previously held when he danced his fingertips up your leg to grab onto your hip. he promised he would be gentle. promised himself. however, finally having the opportunity hit him he lost himself. watching your eyes sparkle, eddie groaned. he needed to see them rolled back in your head. he gripped your hip tighter. he wanted you to be fucked dumb and under him in a pitiful crying mess. he would treat you like he didn’t love you. fucking you like a whore before he finally finished and took care of your limp body while regaining your thoughts. he couldn’t do that could he? would you like it? his line of morals blurred as he thought he wouldn’t even care if you liked it or not. he needed you. truthfully, eddie did care for you so much. you were his soft spot. his weakness and the best part of his day wrapped into one. loving you hurt, especially when his longtime crush felt one sided. eddie kissed you harder. his tongue brushing against your swollen lips. he pulled away from you to look into your eyes. not wanting to get ahead of himself. he didn’t know if he could stay as gentle anymore.

‘you’re welcome.’ he said smugly.

he wasn’t done. he knew you were feeling a little high and your senses were heightened by the after effects of the weed. he pushed you against the bed so he was over you. his guitar pick necklace dangling in your face along with his curls. you bit your lip as he looked at you and nodded quickly letting him know you were okay and he kissed you again. this time it was hot and wet, you didn’t care how messy it was. you needed more of him. he was intoxicating. he pulled away from your lips and he kissed your neck.

‘pretty girl.’ he groaned against your neck.

‘always thought about this. you’re a fucking dream.’ he bit your neck gently.

you tensed up at his confession. he thought about this? you felt less guilty for thinking of him last week after he saved you. that was just a one time thing. or so you thought. feelings of desire to be his partner ran through your head. he went to work on the nape of your neck. if it wasn’t obvious now. eddie adored your neck. he would stare at it and imagine burying his face in the soft skin that grazed against your most important nerve endings while in class. imagined how you would squirm if he kissed you there. he loved the cute necklaces you wore and imagined decorating it with pretty, dark, bruises. so he did, he left one, then two, then five, and then six. he was getting close to your chest now. he tried not to be rough with you just yet. getting ahead of himself though he slightly stretched out your tanktop as he tugged on it to desperately get lower.

‘eddie!’ you yelped at the sudden tug.

‘i—im sorry! sorry!’ he gasped.

he moved his hand up the outside of your tank top, it was so slow. almost torturous. he was being good. to the best of his ability. he grabbed your tits and grunted in your ear feeling your hard nipples against his palm. you whimpered sheepishly at the new sensation. eddie paused for just a second. he looked at you with his dark brown eyes to watch you.

‘please. p—please just… say my name again?’ he begged.

he sounded so pathetic. stooping to your level almost. he was surprised when you obeyed. the sounds coming from you was the sweetest music he’s ever heard. he wanted to bottle it up and save it for later. record it on one of his blank tapes so he could play the cassette in his van. blasting it as he drove down the street. he let out a feverish moan and trembled. his touch was so heavy. you could tell he was holding back. he rubbed your body with his hands while he watched your cute lewd expressions. his eyes rolled back as he bit your cheek and his hand dressed in his cold steel rings gripped your throat.

‘look so pretty with my hand around your neck.’ he said.

he growled as you whimpered. eddie wedged himself between your legs. grinding down onto your warm wet spot that was growing at your center.

‘you okay? just say the word sweetheart. ill try to stop.’ he gasped.

ill try. the words danced in your head. he pushed his hips into your clothed cunt. you just nodded quickly and gasped. he tightened his grip around your neck.

‘you’re a mess for me already. i know you feel good right now. i feel good too baby. just let me take care of you. im trying to… fuck… go as slow as possible.’

he was shaking now, every part of him was trying not to bust in his jeans. he had you in his hands and he was trying to last as long as possible. everything moved so fast for you. how did you end up underneath eddie munson on a normal thursday night? was this really happening? you moaned loudly as you felt his rough jeans grind against your thin pajama shorts. your moans let him know he was pleasing you just as much as you were pleasing him.

‘yeah baby? am i making you feel good right there?’ he grunted in your ear.

the last ‘y’ in ‘baby’ was dragged out. the way he said it was so attractive. the hand that was once on your throat slowly moved down your center. his hand grazed the waist band of your shorts. you grinded against his palm. your reaction scared him a bit. he really had no idea what he was doing. he smacked your thigh to warn you. he wanted to take this at his own pace. he got an instant reaction from you. you moaned his name.

‘eddie… please, keep doing that… more? it feels s’good.’ you whined.

he huffed and gripped your thigh hard, you winced at the pain knowing you would be sensitive there tomorrow. eddie froze over you with his head down. you began to think you did something wrong.

‘fuck—‘ his whole body shook over you.

‘you made me fucking ruin my jeans, sweetheart.’ he could barely speak.

he lifted himself up, you were still on your back but not for long, he grabbed your waist and flipped you over so you were on your tummy. he was sitting on top of your legs focused on your ass. he took his shirt off as he pulled down your shorts revealing that same simple black thong you wore last week. he growled,

‘jesus. fucking. christ.’

he leaned down and bit your ass. he left big teeth marks and smirked as you tried to pull away from him. smacking your ass and tugging you closer. he sucked deep into your skin. keeping you still. he smacked your ass and kept his mouth on you putting more hickies on you. he kept at it for a few more moments. he gave you everything as much as he thought you could take. your ass was already covered in marks. he was good at that, he thought. leaving marks on you was his specialty. you whimpered. he pulled away. eddie lifted your hips so your ass was in the air and he placed a pillow under your hips so you’d be more comfortable. your face was almost buried in your pillow. he kissed the marks he left on you and softly spoke,

‘you’re okay, baby. i promise. let me show you. ill take good care of you when im through.’

you gave him an assuring moan that he could continue, you couldn't form words. you were so filled with lust and that gave him so much confidence. his cock grew even bigger at the thought of this being the first time anyone has ever touched you. you couldn’t tell, but this was his first time he had every touched anyone too. it was a sweet sediment, sharing his first time with the girl he absolutely adored. how was this real? he thought. he knew it wouldn’t matter, really. he just liked that he was in control and you both would figure it out together. eddie was a perverted son of a bitch, and he enjoyed using you to fulfill his sexual fantasies. his tongue was then buried against the thin black fabric that hid your cunt from him. he thought about ripping them, but decided against his better judgment that it would scare you. he remembered to go slow and steady, just so he could please you.

‘that.. whatever you’re doing feels… s—s-so good, ed’s’ you moaned.

that encouraged him. he got rougher. his hands gripped your hips as you bucked your hot cunt into his mouth. his tongue flicked against your clit and he spat on your pussy, groaning against you. the vibration made you grip the sheets. he kept a slow pace that you loved. you always dreamed of being touched and teased slowly by your lover, and that’s exactly what he was doing. hearing you whimper made his stomach knot up, his cock pulsed against his jeans and he grabbed the thin black fabric and ripped it off of you finding himself lost in his sexual desire. he should’ve known. his better judgment never won the fight against his desire. that’s why he had been watching you for years outside your window. he unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his cock, he grinded just the tip against your cunt, his hips weren’t moving with a rhythm and it was sloppy but he would bump your clit and the feeling was electric. your body trembled under him, he figured you were close. eddie gripped your hips with anticipation. his right hand slapped your soaked cunt.

‘you’re all wet for me. your pussy wants me now baby?’ he questioned.

there was a beat that passed. he slowly leaned over you. pushing his chest against your back. covered in a thin layer of sweat. he groaned in your ear,

‘or have you always wanted me? pretty girl?’

you moaned. your back arched for him. he grabbed your shoulder. rutting his dick between your thighs just enough to kiss your clit with the head of his cock.

‘tell me. please. tell me. tell me you want me. tell me you think of me while your hands between your thighs. tell me.’ eddie begged.

his pathetic little whines filled the room. a bit or insecurity was laced in that statement. eddie was really trying his best to be good for you. you begged while he teased you. he was doing all the right things. saying all the right words. you were a mess. your head was so cloudy. you thought back to how good it felt to touch yourself thinking about eddie protecting you. how did he know? that was your secret. he couldn’t ever make you confess, but your desperate need to be satisfied was growing more than your embarrassment. the begging continued and you called out for him to give you something, you gasped softly,

‘th—thought about it. i thought about you.’ you confessed.

‘oh yeah, pretty girl?’

‘yeah.’ you gasped.

his next words humiliated you.

‘maybe you can elaborate on that for me? what do you think about when you touch yourself?’

he placed the pad of one of his fingers on your clit and moved it in slow antagonizing circles. he applied just enough pressure. it was better than anything you’ve ever done for yourself. you couldn’t bear it anymore and begged him to take you.

‘ah ahh ah, eager. we need to stretch you out a bit.’

he slowly filled you up with his middle finger and you tightened around him. your breathe hitched and you trembled. you were so warm your gut felt like it was on fire. he was so good at that. how was he so good at that? pressure built in your stomach. you became a whining mess for him just after he had barely touched you. you bucked your hips with the rhythm of his palm. edging you to the finish line. eddie breathless spoke. you looked so pretty with his fingers buried inside you.

‘are you close? cum for me. cum.’

he curled his finger upward hitting a spot you had never reached before. you came instantly at his words. his fingers thrusted inside of you, he held you down as you moaned and screamed his name. you were incoherent. it was embarrassing, but eddie was on top of the world. he didn’t expect to have you already screaming and crying underneath him with just his fingers. tears began to form and fall down your cheeks. he didn’t stop. you never told him to stop, so why should he? he wanted to hear more.

‘baby, don't cry... i’ve got you just let it out. let me hear those pretty pretty moans, sweetheart.’ he pleaded.

he needed to stretch you out so he wouldn’t do any serious damage. eddie didn’t have the biggest cock in hawkins, but he was girthy and slightly above average. your cunt gripped onto his finger tightly. he groaned, he couldn’t wait to have your walls swallowing him. he was going to feel every inch of you pussy wrapped around his cock. pushing another finger in, you tightened. he was speechless. the more he stuffed into you the more your cunt clenched for him. he went on a soft spoken tangent as you tried to recover from your first big orgasm.

‘your … so pretty baby. so tight... all for me? can this little hot cunt be my play thing? i know no one’s made you feel this good before huh, pretty girl?’ he whimpered.

he kept slowly moving his middle and now index finger in and out of you, he palmed himself through his jeans. the top of his rings hit the lips of your pussy. he continued this steady pace, but you moaned like someone was fucking you relentlessly. you both were already so fucked out. drunk with each others looks. each others touch, smell, taste, emotions. eddie was forsure in over his head. he reached over you and shoved your head into your pillow. he couldn’t take it anymore he needed you to shut up, stop whining like a dog in heat or he was gonna take you right there, and fast. he needed to pace himself.

‘sweetheart.’

he growled in your ear deeply, more serious than before. he lifted your head up against his neck using your hair as a nice grip. he pushed his waist into your ass.

‘you’re gonna have to quiet down if you want me to be nice. those sweet noises you make— makin’ m’loose my mind.’

he gripped your hair tighter as you whimpered again. he praised you even more.

‘your moans are so pretty, baby— i wanna hear more… but you don’t want your neighbors to hear how much of a slut you are, do you?’

he had a point. he wanted you to scream, but maybe if your neighbors heard a commotion. they might tell your parents. but really eddie just needed to pace himself and the sounds leaving your lips was to much. he was already close. again? already? fuck, what a loser. he hated that he had to shut you up.

‘god, never stop making those sweet sounds.’ he whispered to himself.

he wanted to be inside you so he had an excuse for busting early again. he struggled with getting his jeans all the way off. his belt buckle was cold against your thighs as it clang together. he finally ripped them off. his boxes going with them. he hopped off the bed to get the fabric unwrapped from his ankles. he positioned his cock at your entrance from behind. he had wet dreams about this moment. pausing to soak it all in a second longer. he slapped your ass, making sure to rub that one into the skin. it was a loud smacking sound that echoed the room and he knew it hurt you. he hit you so he had the chance to slowly push his thick cock all the way into you without you wincing and running from the pain.

‘fffuck– you’re everything i’ve imagined’

he bottomed out inside of you, and you tightened around him. he was going to be ruthless now. poor boy was already pussy drunk.

‘y-your’re such a slut. teasing me all the time. teasing that fucker steve. you know what you’re doing don’t you? you wanted this d—didn’t y-you? wanted it as b—ba-bad as me? baby. say it.’

it was so hard for eddie not to cum with you wrapped around him. he gasped as you tightened again at his words this time. you loved his dirty words. he wrote his own music so he was very articulate with his speech. he knew just what to say to you. not only did he possess that trait, but it seemed like he never shut up.

‘sweetheart, say you want me.’ he begged.

‘i want you ed’s, please.’

it was the first sentence that had left your mouth in the past half hour. he moved his hips slightly letting you adjust. you gave him the okay as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and he began fucking you hard and slow, he was deep and filled you up so good. you both could’ve sworn this was a perfect fit. he smacked your ass a few more times. he was telling you how good you were doing for him. he bent down at the waist to spit on and claw at your back, leaving even more marks on you. your skin burned when his nails broke your skin. he saw that you were flinching at the pain, but he could tell you liked it. you tightened around him when he scratched you, and eddie being the gentleman that he is, leaned down and kissed the broken flesh. his pace began to quicken but he wasn’t shallow. he kept hitting the perfect spot until you moaned louder and louder. he pulled your head up off of your pillow using your hair and you screamed his name. there was that feeling again. your tummy was hot as he thrusted into you faster. he was relentless. hitting that soft spongey spot deep inside of you and in an instant you were cumming all over his on his cock. the sensation of you pulsing around him made him whine. he cursed hoping that maybe steve heard you, hell he was fine with letting all of hawkins know you were his girl. his release came directly after yours. he couldn’t bear it any longer feeling you get his dick wet pushed him over the edge.

‘shit– baby im c-cumm-c-‘ he moaned.

he couldn’t even say the words. he gripped onto your hips harder than before and dug his nails into your skin, leaving crescent moon shaped marks on your sides. he filled you up till you were dripping with cum. you both rolled over in exhaustion and eddie giggled, he grabbed you and brought you close to his chest. you were still unable to speak, there were no thoughts in your head, and your body twitched as eddie’s soft skin engulfed you.

‘my girl… you’re gonna be mine right?’

he growled in your ear, a husky, possessive, tone left his throat. your eyes rolled back and your eyes closed as he began kissing your neck.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

steve walked out of the pool to grab a drink from the cooler. he smiled smugly at a girl that walked by him. his trunks were drenched in chlorinated water and didn’t leave much to the imagination. he was hosting another pool party tonight after he got a call from one of the senior cheerleaders asking what time his party was going to be.

‘party? what party?’

he thought to himself. he still invited people over nonetheless. who was he to turn down some trouble?

he leaned down to grab a drink and a shiver was sent up his spine. he stood up and stiffened.

‘that’s weird.’ he was talking out loud, like always.

he shrugged, shotgunning his beer to impress anyone that might’ve looked his way. he walked back in the direction of the pool before grabbing another drink.

we see the two boys sitting in the trailer together again, the memory eddie was sharing with steve is fading out into the present.

steve was still sitting on eddie’s couch as he listened to eddie talk about your first time together. eddie kept a few things to himself. especially the parts that he thought about steve during sex. harrington didn’t need the ego boost. he was drying his hair after the shower. the remains of water dripped down his stomach and back as the story left his lips. it was so vulgar. steve’s cock twitched at eddie’s words while he stared at the man in front of him. he only had a towel wrapped around his waist and his chest looked colder and pale. his dark inky tattoos contrasted intensely on his pretty pale complexion. eddie’s injuries had been healed almost into complete scars. it was as if he was never attacked by the bats. instead it looked like he was born with some weird birthmarks. eddie pulled on a shirt, breaking steve’s gaze. steve’s face got hot when he realized eddie had caught him staring. blushed at the thought of eddie doing all of these dirty things to you while watching him. it was a lot for him to digest. he loved hearing about the crazy shit eddie was into. it made him curious. maybe steve would like that stuff too if eddie showed him the ropes. steve’s mouth was wide open as he listened to eddie tell him how he used you, again and again. he failed to mention the stalker part. he would soon enough, he had to be able to trust steve.

‘that’s why all those girls called my house, that day, was because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, munson?’ steve chuckled.

‘i mean it was a good white lie! who knew you’d help me get with that whore.’

eddie said pulling on his jeans. steve didn’t like when eddie called you a ‘whore’ or his ‘slut’, but who was he to judge. apparently. you were into that.

eddie was dressed and ready to head to your house, it had been two days without having you by his side, and he was determined to have you back in his arms soon, and maybe even on your knees. it started to rain, the pitter-patter of the drops loud against the tin roof of the trailer. eddie turned and stuck his tongue out at steve. laughing at steve’s confused look on his face. lighting struck and the thunder rumbled in tune with eddie’s laugh. his new pearly white teeth were very visible to steve. his eyes widened as they were fixated on the boys mouth.

‘fangs.’ steve whispered.

fin.

thank you so much for reading! i really want to continue writing this out and seeing where it goes. if you have any opinions or request please share with me and ill be sure to use and save ideas! thank you!

— peace and blessings, kid!

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Seven Minutes in Heaven ♱☽🦇☾♱

Miguel O'Hara x reader ♱ (A Halloween special) Vampire Next Door (ch.7) prev part nsfw 18+

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There’s a knock at your door. You fix your hair in the mirror then rush to leave.

There he is,

dressed up as a vampire.

He’s wearing a beautiful vintage, tailored suit. His waves are tamed back. He has a bit of fake blood dripping from his bottom lip to his jaw then down to his neck. He really committed to the part.

You discussed costume ideas a few days before the party. You came up with the idea of dressing up as gothic style vampires; you’d been watching vampire romances all week, though you left that part out. Miguel was hesitant at first, said it would be too flashy, but after you showed him your pinterest board, and some whining and convincing, he agreed.

You’ve got the look down: a long, black vintage dress, fake blood around your lips, chin, and down your arms, jewelry adorning your collarbones, and fangs you’ve glued onto your canines.

Your dress hugs you in all the right places. Your bust is bursting, practically spilling out of the bodice. It accentuates your curves, tightly hugging your waist and hips. You look and you feel the best you’ve felt in a really long time.

Seeing Miguel like this, at your door, makes the butterflies in your stomach go wild. You never thought he’d see you like this, so grown up, blossomed, and beautiful. And you never thought you’d see him like this.

Your eyes meet, then part, as they explore each other’s figures. He quickly looks back up, keeping a straight face, like he didn’t just gulp at the sight of your curves.

“This hot vamp look really suits you.”

“Hot?”

He furrows his brows and smiles, exposing his fangs, as he slides a hand over his waves.

“Wait, your fangs… I’m impressed.”

“A vampire needs a good pair of fangs. I’m not an idiot.”

“I’m learning that…” you mutter looking him up and down.

****

Miguel introduces you to your floor neighbors, in a way that makes you feel like you're his. You look like you belong to each other, but you push those thoughts away. He was kind enough to welcome you and introduce you to his friends. You’re neighbors. Friendly neighbors.

Your neighbors welcome you, you have multiple small-talk conversations, and most of them ask how you know Miguel. You both say you’re neighbors who’ve just met a few days ago. You’re both liars.

Alicia, the host of the party, calls him out for not attending more of their get-togethers, and he promises he’ll come out more often, as he turns to look at you.

You all start the night off with one shot of tequila then disperse through her apartment.

You and Alicia click, as Miguel stands by sipping at a mixed something, listening, and secretly laughing at your tangents.

After a bit, you both end up alone at the kitchen counter.

“I think I want to drink a lot tonight. I need it.”

He nods slowly, trying to read your face as he sips his drink.

“If that’s what you want, okay. I’ll drink with you.”

He pours you another shot. You cheers then both down it. You wince at the aftertaste, then look up at an unfazed Miguel.

The music progressively gets louder as the apartment becomes more full. You move to the rhythm, barely dancing, not drunk enough to let him witness it. Miguel smiles, sipping at his drink, leaning against the counter.

“You know what? You’re like four times my size. You’re going to need to drink four times what I drink to feel anything,” you slur, clinging onto his wrist for balance.

“Mhmm, okay,” he chuckles, looking down at your hand on his wrist. You’re too tipsy to pull away. His warm skin feels too good, you feel glued to him. He smiles, pouring two more shots into a red cup.

He drinks, lifting his chin up, his jawline advertised as he swallows the hard liquor.

“It’s been thirty minutes. I want another.” You slide your shot glass to him.

He grabs the liter of strawberry soda on the counter and starts to pour it into a red cup.

“This should help with the taste.”

He adds a shot into the soda.

“So kind, such a gentleman,” you slur, taking the drink from his hand.

“Truth or dare!” one of your neighbors yell. Everyone gathers, drunk and stumbling to sit on the floor and on the couch, forming a circle in the living room.

After half of the circle takes their turn, it’s your turn.

“Truth or dare,” Alicia asks you.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with Miguel,” she shrugs.

“Seven minutes– Is this fucking high school?” Miguel mutters rolling his eyes.

“Okay, Y/N, sorry. You’re going to have to take another shot.”

You’re fucked up. Another shot is going to destroy you.

“Shut up, okay? Mierda. Come on, Y/N,” he mutters as he stands up. He reaches both hands down to you, then helps you up. You stumble, as he grabs your hand and leads you to the closet down the hallway.

You both enter the closet; Miguel leaves the door open a crack, allowing the purple light to illuminate the side of his face. The speakers begin to blast music again in the living room. It bleeds into the dark closet.

You laugh at how drunk you are, and at the situation, then look up at Miguel. His concern is obvious, but it fades a bit when your eyes meet.

“I was too sober to say it earlier, but you look… divine,” he confesses.

“Wow, that’s… you can’t do that to me. Not now,” you laugh, looking down, shaking your head. You avoid eye contact.

You’ve dreamt about moments like this since university. About being this close to him, about him saying romantic things like this, but you’re drunk, and you don’t believe him.

“I mean it,” he adds, leaning down to catch your eyes.

“You look really good too. So handsome,” you breathe out. You cover your eyes. That took a lot.

“Yeah? You think I’m handsome?” he asks, drawing closer.

He gently pulls your hands off of your face.

You look up at him.

His cheeks are pink, flushed from the alcohol, his hair is less tame than it was when you got here, and his crimson eyes are radiant, even in the dark.

“Miguel,” you exhale.

“Y/N,” he says, smoothly, deep, pretty on his tongue.

You grasp onto his suit jacket, pulling him into you.

He strokes your cheek, then combs his fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face.

You stare into each other’s eyes, then his eyes wander down to your lips.

You tilt your face up and he leans down.

You kiss.

It’s heated, drunk, wet, and addictive.

It intensifies as he slowly presses you up against the wall, your lips still glued to each other.

His lips detach, his kisses trailing down to your neck.

“Y/N,” he breathes against your skin.

“I know you remember me,” he mutters into your neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“English 150A. I know you remember.”

“I didn’t realize you did.”

“You’re hard to forget.”

You pull him back in for a kiss, shutting him up. It’s drunk and passionate. Your cheeks burn hot.

His fangs are razor-sharp; you’re too drunk to realize when they cause you pain.

You pull away, then reach your hand up to his lips.

“Can I?”

He obeys, looking down at you with drowsy eyes.

You stroke his fangs. They’re hyper realistic. If you applied a bit more pressure, they would puncture the tip of your finger.

“Why are they so sharp? Mine aren’t that sharp. Where did you get them?”

“Doesn’t matter. They were expensive though,” he shrugs, allowing you to continue touching his lips with your thumb.

“Miguel, these could actually cut me.”

You reach back to his fangs, before he gently pulls your hand away.

“Here, I’ll do it,”

He grazes his own fingertip on his fang, drawing blood.

“Miguel, stop,” you squeal, yanking his hand away from his mouth.

He laughs, showing you the blood. He’s too drunk to read the concern on your face and you’re too drunk to realize it’s not that serious.

“It’s like a paper cut, Y/N,” he reasons, sucking the blood off his finger.

“You’re annoying. I’m not staying here and entertaining this.” You reach for the closet door. He grabs your wrist. You turn to look up at him.

“Come on, Boots, I was just showing you,”

“What? What did you just call me?”

“Boots. You wore those red rain boots that week of the storm. I thought they were cute, and it just stuck with me,” he says, shrugging it off.

“You really do remember me. Okay, we’re doing this… wait, you’re a science boy, what were you doing TA-ing for an English course?”

“Hm yeah, it was a favor for Professor Reyes,”

“Favor for what?”

“I’m too drunk to talk about this right now,” he groans, throwing his head back.

“Okay,” you nod, leaning only your back against the wall.

He looks up at you, then slowly approaches you.

“We still have like four minutes left,” you sigh.

“Four minutes. I can work with that,” he smirks, towering over you.

Then he’s kissing you, hands on your waist, holding you against his body. Again, he’s pressing you up against the wall.

His leg is in between your legs, as you lean back.

You squeeze his tricep, encouraging the pressure he’s applying all over you.

“You’re so warm, and god, you’re so beautiful,” he grumbles into your lips.

You feel it, something pressing into your thigh, against your dress.

The butterflies in your stomach intensify. You feel hot all over. You’re drunk and you want him and he’s right here and he wants you too.

“I want you,” you moan into his mouth.

“Yeah?” he whispers, trailing his lips down to your neck, sucking gently.

“Harder,” you encourage, enjoying yourself a little too much.

You comb your fingers through his hair, gripping tightly.

He squeezes your thigh, holding you tight against his leg.

He sucks harder; you feel his fangs brush against your skin.

You moan, pulling his hips into yours. He grips your waist tighter. If you weren’t wearing this dress, his fingerprints would be bruised into you. He hangs his head on your shoulder, quietly moaning into your skin, before bruising you again.

He restrains himself.

“Now bite me,”

He pulls his face from your neck.

“Y/N,” he says, head tilted, face drowsy, hair tousled.

“It’s gonna hurt,” he shakes his head, his eyes glued to your lips.

You pull him down for a kiss.

The music stops.

“Seven minutes up!” they yell, clapping.

You pull away from each other. You try to catch your breath.

You fix your hair, bring it forward to cover your neck, wipe around your lips, and look up at Miguel, who’s brushing his hair back and straightening out his suit.

You walk out of the closet and join the circle once again.

“How were the seven minutes? How was the sex?” they tease.

“We just talked,” you slur, shrugging, suppressing your smile.

“Miguel?” they press on.

“We just talked. You heard her,” he defends, eyebrows furrowed at their doubt.

They move on to their next victim.

You turn to each other. Your eyes meet then break.

The night goes on.

⋆♱✮☽🎃☾✮♰⋆

Happy Halloween 🧛🏼‍♀️

-G ⋆୨୧˚

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