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sherifftillman · 2 years

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False Idols

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: smut

Tags: 18+ (minors DNI or I'm shattering throats n slicing kneecaps), unprotected sex (also pls do not do), oral (f receiving + m receiving), deepthroating, handjob, fingering, light degradation, p in v, cumming inside, eddie's got a god complex

Summary: One revelation leads to another, and another...

Word count: 3582

A/N: Sorry it's been so quiet on the writing front! I'm getting back into the swing of things :)

“Phoenix, this is Hellhound, do you copy? Over.”

You love that Eddie’s got more friends now, you really do. And him being friends with those freshmen who loved their AV club sure has come in useful for you to be able to communicate with him uninterrupted, pretty much wherever you may be. But maybe he got a little too into making codenames for the two of you.

Reaching over to pick up your walkie-talkie, you hold it up to your mouth and squeeze the button. “Yeah, I’m here, Eds. What’s up?”

“Would it kill you to use the lingo just once?” Although his voice is warbled from the radio, you can hear the disappointment in his tone.

Rolling your eyes, you reply, “Uhh, ten-four, reading you loud and clear, Cap’n Hellhound, what’s your coordinates? Over.”

“Funny. Someone get this kid on stage,” Eddie deadpans. “Are you free to come hang out at the trailer, if I pick you up? Like, now?”

“Uh, sure! I’ll need to get ready first, how far away are you?”

“Uhh…”

“You’re outside, aren’t you.” Silence. Tells you everything. “Read you loud and clear, Hellhound. Phoenix over and out.”

You slip on the first shoes you find and head straight out the front door to your front yard. You probably should have picked up a jacket, considering how you’re dressed, but you’re not thinking about that right now. What’s important is being there for your best friend. The way you always have been, and always will be.

Being Eddie Munson's best friend meant playing the most epic of fantasy games growing up. Being Eddie Munson's best friend meant having to stand back while he got bullied, because having a girl defend him only made it worse. Being Eddie Munson's best friend meant always having a front row seat to Corroded Coffin gigs, even though there was never a massive crowd, you knew there would be someday. Being Eddie Munson's best friend meant always having someone in your corner, and always being there in his, too.

You knew exactly why he wanted you out here. Now that he’s all up and graduated, the endless void of The Future beckons, and it scares him. All his other, more age-appropriate friends have plans and that scares him because he doesn’t. His plan was to graduate with you the year prior. You’d joked that he was always destined to be held back a year so you could leave that place together. But you managed to get through senior year unscathed. Eddie still didn’t quite make it until the following year. But he met his little baby nerds this past school year, so perhaps it was all part of his divine plan after all.

Everyone around you always had an opinion about your choice not to go into college right after school. You’re smart enough. It’s the usual way. What else are you going to do with your life? You always tell them that you’ve got your whole life to figure out what you want to dedicate it to working as, what’s the rush? But deep down, you know there’s another reason you haven’t left Hawkins.

You and Eddie had driven in silence for the most part. Whenever Eddie suggested these drives, it’s usually because he wanted to be alone, except for the pair of you, that state is only safe when it’s the two of you, even if it’s to sit in total silence. You felt the cold, remnant-of-spring breeze hit your skin and quickly pulled Eddie’s spare jacket from where he usually “stored” it beneath your feet and threaded your arms into it, suddenly very self-conscious about the choices you’d made - or rather, not made - before you left the house.

He finally breaks the silence after he’s parked up outside his uncle’s trailer, though he shows no sign of getting out. “I can’t believe you’re still here.”

You frown, "Why wouldn't I be? You drove me."

He chuckles softly, stroking his chin. "You know what I mean, smartass. You were made for college. You could be anywhere in the whole United States right now, kicking ass and taking names. Your whole world shouldn't start and end at Hawkins."

You want nothing more than to shake him by the shoulders and tell him that your whole world is right here next to you, but of course you can't do that. "Well, that's why I'm gonna be the Coffin's number one roadie, right? So I can see the world."

Eddie scoffs as he gets out of the car, "Please, give yourself some credit. You'd be our tour manager, at least."

"See?! Fuck college, I've got my life planned out already, seeing the world with my best friend in tow," you grin, hopping out the other side.

Eddie looks at his trailer, shakes his head softly and gestures for you to walk around some more with him. You follow in tow, feeling the cold air hit your chest, and cross your arms around it, desperately hoping you can continue to hide what the air exposes.

Eventually, Eddie smiles softly, "Alright, in reality, I am pretty glad you didn't go to college."

"Me too," you nod back, walking into his arm to nudge it lightly.

After a few beats of walking in comfortable silence, Eddie chuckles again. "Speaking of life plans, you still gonna marry me when we're 35?"

You collapse into laughter, remembering the pact you made when you were kids. "Oh my god, stop! And I swear it was when we were 40! It definitely ended in a 0."

"Fine, then when we're 30," he muses. "Still down?"

"What's the rush?" you ask. "C'mon, don't you wanna find your soulmate first?"

He snorts with laughter, "Again with all the ‘fate’ stuff. You're so corny."

You stop walking and gasp in half-mocked offence. "What do you mean?!" You continue your pace deliberately back towards his trailer, having almost come full circle, and he follows, "Do you not believe that one of these days, when you're out on tour or whatever, you're gonna meet someone who you're gonna spend the rest of your life with?"

Eddie shakes his head and laughs in disbelief, muttering, "Oh, sweetheart, if you only knew."

Your heart sinks. "What's that mean?" you ask, but Eddie stays silent. "Come on, you can tell me!" He remains quiet. Trying to remain light-hearted, you tut, shaking your head. "Well damn, some future husband you'll be if you're already keeping secrets from me…"

He finally breaks, clearing his throat. "Um. Well, uh, maybe that… Person, is… Not somewhere out in the big wide world to go looking for after all." His gaze quickly turns to you to gauge your reaction before he turns away again. You wonder if, after all this time, or maybe just for now, he feels the same things you do.

You decide to test the waters, stepping closer to him and letting one arm fall, brushing your knuckles against his. "That's true, the world is a big ol' place. Maybe they're closer than that. Maybe they're still in America."

You see the corners of his mouth turn up as he takes your hand and squeezes it. "Maybe - maybe they're still in Indiana."

You've both stopped walking now, once again back at the van. You're looking into his eyes, his deep, dark, warm, rich eyes. He's looking at you with mixed eager anticipation and sheer awe that this conversation is even happening. "You think they might be in Hawkins?" You ask, an obvious sense of smugness present in your tone.

He leans into you, with just as prideful a grin as he admits, "I think we both know you're right here."

Your hand cradles his jaw into the first kiss you two have ever shared. Silent years of pining, of being afraid to lose him over this, of jealousy over everyone he ever showed an interest in, of guilt that you could never get over him. All of that melts between your lips. But there's more than just that. Not only is he matching your energy entirely here, he's one-upping it.

His hands start to slide down your back slowly. Tantalisingly. They stop at the small of your back, fingers drumming impatiently. You hum a sound of consent against his lips, and Eddie wastes no time in taking your ass into both of his hands and squeezing. As he pulls you close, your hips instinctively start to grind against his. Your moans harmonise in each others' mouths, though yours falters into a shiver. Eddie breathes out a laugh, rubbing your arms over his jacket. “Wanna head inside and warm up?” he purrs, pressing his forehead against yours and then leaning his head up to kiss your forehead softly.

You nod and step away from him, once again keeping your arms tightly wound across your body to keep yourself warm as he fumbles through his pockets to find the key to the trailer. You follow behind him up the steps, practically feeling the physical anticipation between the two of you like static electricity. He wrenches the door open, holding it out for you and lingering as he watches you walk in. He quickly follows though, not even allowing enough time for the door to close behind him before snaking his arms beneath yours and pulling you close to resume kissing you.

He blindly guides you towards the couch until you both fall into it, grabbing your thighs to wrap them around his hips before sliding his hands up beneath your skirt to this time grip your bare ass. The metal of his rings press contrastingly cool and smooth to his warm, wide, worn hands. You squeeze your knees into his hips now that you’re straddling him, your hips desperately seeking friction which he happily provides, bucking up to meet you.

He makes quick work of throwing his jacket off of your shoulders, and you break the kiss to lean back and shake it off your arms. His eyes trail down to your chest and he sucks a long breath in. "Holy fuck, angel, I thought you had your arms crossed because you were mad at me for something, but…" He slowly drags his knuckles up and down against the sensitive nubs practically bursting through the thin cover of your dress. You breath hitches once, twice, three times as you gasp at the contact. "Now I see why."

"Yeah, well… I just threw this on because - it was easy and I - was just having a lazy day," you whine through his touches.

Eddie pauses for a moment to bring your jaw down to look him in the eyes as he raises his eyebrows. "You just "threw on" the one dress that makes your tits look like works of fucking art? Please." He tugs at the front of your dress to expose your breasts, and you slip the straps down to give him full access to take one out and start suckling on your nipple. He continues to rub the other between his finger and his thumb, and you rake your fingers into his hair as you cry out with pleasure.

Eddie looks back up at you as if he's high off the taste of your skin, smiling dreamily. "Would I be right in assuming, based on what I felt earlier, that your bra isn't the only underwear you forgot?"

You bite your lip and jump up, pulling your dress up over your head and throwing it at him. "Come see for yourself," you smirk, pushing your chin into your shoulder before running into his bedroom.

He chases you there, throwing his shirt off in the process. You sit perched on the edge of the bed and he looks at you in awe, slowly sinking his knees lower as he approaches you until he's on the floor at your feet, throwing your legs over his shoulders before burying his face between them and sliding his tongue deep beneath your folds.

Your hands once again take residence in his hair, scooping it all to one side so you can watch his tongue fuck you before pulling out to lap your clit rapidly. One hand is rested on your inner thigh, ready to plunge his fingers inside of you whenever his tongue is focused on your clit, and the other rests on top of your other thigh, ready to rub at your clit in circles whenever his tongue is inside you. He manages to find the one spot that causes you to feel a euphoria you've never known before, with his tongue and with his fingers, and holy shit, does he know how to work it with them.

"Oh, my - Eddie," you groan, and you feel his chuckle vibrate against your core.

"You know, sweetheart, I believe the phrase people use is oh my god."

Groaning at the sensation, you cry, "Fuck, when you make me feel this good, what's the difference?"

Eddie's entire demeanour changes. He looks at you in a way that excites you from the inside out. Yearning becomes possessiveness, along with a confidence you've never seen to him. He ducks back down to ravish you with the fervour of a man on death row eating his last meal, still massaging your clit just as gently as before. All of it is enough for you to climax over your best friend's tongue, screaming a string of mixed encouragements and profanities in the process.

You barely have time to appreciate the look of his ecstatic face absolutely smothered in your juices before he stands up, licking all around his mouth and pulling his belt undone. "Get on your knees, on the floor," he commands, and you instantly comply, though your legs feel weak when you bear your weight onto them.

Eddie's jeans and boxers fly to the floor with an almighty thud, which almost distracts you from the sight of his hungry eyes on you as he lazily strokes his cock. Thick, but not painful-looking. Long, but enough to not let any go to waste. Pink at the tip, veins all around. Adorned with a bushy mess of hair. Just perfect. "Say it again," Eddie commands, his tone deeper, darker.

You look up at him with a genuinely innocent curiosity. "Say what?"

"Fuck, you - you calling me a - a god really fucked me up, just, please say it again."

Biting your lip in anticipation, knowing you could make him feel things he's never felt before with one sentence, you look up at him and grin, "Eddie Munson, you are a total sex god."

However, it's you who's enamoured as he groans, his hand moving faster than ever, twisting around his member as his free hand beckons you to kneel up higher. You do so and he commands, "Spit on it." You comply and sink back down to sit on your knees, knowing you now want nothing more than to follow Eddie's every word to a T. Maybe he is a sex god. Eddie holds his palm out flat beneath his cock to also spit on it himself, lubing himself up and moaning the whole time. You watch the way it moves and you feel your mouth start to fall open. He smirks when he notices, "Go on, see what happens."

You let your jaw drop and your tongue loll out wide and flat as you keep watching intently. Your whimper almost comes out as a full-on cry as he flicks his spit-drenched erection all across your face - except for on your tongue, where you craved for him to be inside of your mouth. In a desperate plea, you cry out, "Oh, p-please, fuck, I'll do anything!"

Eddie worries his lower lip beneath his teeth in contemplation for a beat. A fistful of your hair flies into one hand, pushing it back until you're looking up at him, your neck taut. He holds his cock just below your lower lip with the other hand. He looks down at you, his eyes so blown out that they look black, and with the most confident tone you've ever heard from him, he asks, "You gonna pray to me while you're on your knees? Devote every waking moment to worshipping me?"

"Y-yes, god." You expect to do a lot more convincing than that, but something about looking Eddie dead in the eye and calling him that has him sliding his head just over your lip gently before roughly pushing your head down and thrusting up until your nose is nestled amongst the wiry hair spread beneath. You quickly try to remember all the tricks you'd read in the magazines: squeezing your left thumb in your fist, focusing on breathing through your nose. You manage to stay long enough for Eddie to let out the most pornographic of moans before tapping out, to which he hurriedly takes himself out and looks at you with great concern.

You meet his gaze with an appreciative smile and a nod, completely ignoring the trail of drool still connecting you to him. Before he can say anything more, your hand is wrapped around him, pumping his cock with ease, "Gonna -" you pause for a second as you realise how gravelly your voice is after that, but continue - "gonna wake up, every day, n' worship your cock, however you want me." Eddie again grabs your hair, affectionately pushing your head around in all directions. Feeling a spike deep within your core at the sensation of your hair being pulled around too, you whine as you add, "'m gonna be there… Whenever, wherever you need me, an' - I'll only fall asleep while you're deep inside me, holding all your cum." Needing him in your mouth again, you suckle on his balls while playing your fingertips around them, too.

"Fuck," Eddie yells, "Alright, get back up, onto the bed, on your back." You don't need to be told twice. You practically launch yourself onto the mattress, the creaks of the springs foreshadowing the symphony you're about to create. He throws your legs upwards and outwards, and you silently comply with holding the backs of your knees as close to your shoulders as you can. You feel him trailing the tip of his head along your folds, so close. Your hips start to wriggle instinctively, but you hold back, seeing in Eddie's expression just how much he gets off to being in control. He notices and smirks, "Oh I know, aren't I being terrible… Is my sinful little slut resisting temptation for me?" You nod, and honestly, the way his toothy grin ever so slowly creeps along his face is the truly sinful act here. "Words, please."

"Y-yes, god, want you to fuck me, please," you beg. "Am I worthy now?"

"Always have been," he breathes before finally sliding into you. He feels so full, but effortlessly so. Like a key that finally presses all the lock mechanisms just right. And fuck, was he pressing all of you just right. "Yeah, I know, baby, I know," he soothes as you writhe against him, leaning over you to kiss down your jaw to your neck.

"Fuck, Eddie, wanted this for - so long," you mewl as your hips buck down onto him every time he pulls back.

"Yeah?" he smirks, knowing what you're craving and pulling out further every time before pushing in just as deeper. "My little pervert's been thinking about this, has she?" You look away bashfully, but he moves your face to look back at him. "Hey, hey," he soothes, "you know how hot that is, now I know? Because fuck knows how many wet dreams you've starred in."

He doesn’t give you the time to imagine him masturbating over the thought of you, all alone in this very bed. Angling himself to lean back just a little, he aims himself just at that part he was hitting with his tongue and his fingers earlier, that drove you wild. Your eyes roll back as your grip falters from your legs. You dig your fingertips into the mattress as you feel yourself starting to come apart once again. "Hnnn, fuck, I'm gonna - please, can I -?"

"Shit, I'm close, too. Ah fuck, look at you, look at me! Getting to fuck the most beautiful girl in the world, and she's my best friend? Fucking jackpot." He leans over you, fists pushing into the mattress either side of you, his nose barely touching yours, as he looks you deep in the eyes, his still blown into dark voids of total corruption. "Now c'mon, baby, tell me again. Who's your fucking god?"

You groan, "It's you, god, Eddie, god!" You clench around him just as you feel him filling you up, warm spurts of cum lining your insides. He stays inside of you, thrusting more and more gently until he eventually comes to a complete standstill.

He still remains inside you, hovering over you, but his tired expression is far softer. "Holy fucking shit," he breathes, "that was intense."

"Yeah," you admit, "but in a good way, right?"

"Oh, absolutely," Eddie leans down to kiss you sweetly, gently. He caresses your face with a genuine adoration. "So, uh… If that's just a taste of what sex with you is like… Wanna bump that whole marriage thing up to next week?"

You reach up and cup his jaw, cocking your head. "Oh, sweetie. Go get us cleaned up, then find a suit. We're going to the courthouse first thing tomorrow morning."

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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Knock Knock.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

**Part Two Can Be Found Here!!**

Summary: Eddie wants to try something new in bed, he wants you to try anal. You two were open to experimenting, but... You only agree to let him do that if he lets you peg him to make it even. Surprisingly? He agrees!

Warnings: Yo! This shit is smut, so no minors allowed! 18+ from here on out, kiddos! Uhhh. I'm not sure what warnings to give? There's oral sex on Eddie and reader who is afab/female pronouns, p in v sex and p in a sex, reader receiving. Fingering too, idk what else to warn ya with? Part 2 will have the pegging!! <3

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “idk if you’ve done a fic about this yet, but maybe pegging eddie? the thought just keeps coming to my mind but i’ve never seen a fic about it.”

Bonus: Part two will be linked here when it is up, for those of you who wanted to read about Eddie getting pegged by reader! Link won't work until it's uploaded tho. :)

Word Count: 4.3k

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You and your boyfriend Eddie were just a few months away from graduating, you’ve been friends since middle school and dating a little over a year ago. You can’t remember how or when it happened exactly, it wasn’t one certain thing that pushed you from friends to lovers, it seemed to be a slow and steady build towards it.

You had always been flirty and affectionate with one another, holding hands and sharing kisses every now and again, you didn’t even have an official anniversary, just a date you settled on once you realised friends don’t do this. You were over the moon levels of happy to be all his, and he was thrilled to be all yours, your relationship had truly few faults and you pride yourself on that.

Your “honeymoon” stage had lasted longer than others anticipated, never passing up on the opportunity to make out in his van after school or him to smack your ass in passing in the halls. You two were very touchy feely, and as much as your friends teased you for it, they were happy for the both of you, you’d never been happier, so they usually left their snarky comments to a minimum.

Well, except Dustin.

“Get a rooooooom!” Dustin groaned whilst sinking into his seat at the cafeteria, pulling his hat down over his eyes just a little so he wouldn’t have to see you and Eddie making out.

“Fuck off, Henderson,” Eddie mumbled to the kid whilst his lips stayed locked with your own, flipping him off over your shoulder whilst Dustin lightly threw one of Eddie’s pretzels at your both, making you separate.

You snort a laugh as Eddie scoops up the pretzel and throws it in his mouth, clearly unaffected by Henderson’s attempts to break you apart, cuddling up against the Dungeon Master’s side whilst you happily listened to the two of them mocking one another.

Neither of them had any malice in their voices, and it wasn’t long before everyone was giggling and changing the subject to talk about their latest campaign. Eddie would use one hand to feed himself some of his snacks, the other wrapped around you and squeezing your butt every now and again, kissing the top of your head as you nuzzled closer.

“So, are we still all going to Robin’s place for a movie this weekend?” Dustin grins across at the group as they seem to be in agreement that the plan was still intact.

“We’ve gotta take a rain check on that, actually..” Eddie shrugged, feeling the corners of his lips threaten to curve up into a smirk, watching as Dustin snapped his head up towards him.

“What?! Why?!” he sounded personally offended.

“Wayne’s gonna be away all weekend so I wanna make the most of having the trailer to ourselves, so… Rain check.” Eddie let out a soft chuckle at the horror on Dustin’s face.

“Ew! Dude! Gross! She’s like a sister to me, ew!” he fake gagged whilst refusing to look at either Eddie or yourself, making you giggle happily at the over dramatic nature of Henderson.

“Just be glad she’s not your sister, we’re fooling around on the other side of Hawkins, imagine if she had the room across the hall to you…” Eddie smirked, watching as Dustin went through the same stages of grief all over again.

“Oh, shut up, you’re gonna traumatise him,” you can’t help but giggle, reaching out to comfort Dustin who then shrieks in horror at the sight of your hand, not wanting to know where that thing had been.

The whole table is roaring with laughter at the interaction between you both, you really were like a small family in the way that everyone was so comfortable taking jabs at each other and knowing no one would get hurt at the end of it.

Eventually the bell rings and you all go your separate ways for the rest of your afternoon classes, you promise Dustin that you’ll be at the next movie night, and you can’t help but grin as he tells you to have fun and be safe.

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Hours had passed since you and your group of friends had split up for the day, as it was a Thursday you knew that this was the last night before Wayne went away for the weekend, you think he said he had a small fishing trip with some work buddies? You can’t quite remember. Not that it mattered right now anyway, you were laying in the middle of the bed playing tonsil tennis with your gorgeous metal head.

Iron Maiden playing from Eddie’s speakers as your legs tangled between his own, chest to chest with him as you cupped his cheek and his hands grabbing at your ass, letting out breathless little moans into his mouth as he pressed his leg between your thighs to create a little friction.

“Knock knock,” Wayne called out whilst also tapping Eddie’s closed door with his fist, pulling away from each other with a quiet grumble as you try and appear as if you hadn’t just been getting handsy with one another moments before.

Eddie sits up a little in bed and you lay on your back grabbing the magazine from the nightstand, doing your best to appear engaged in what you were reading even though your slightly ruffled hair and red cheeks sold you out.

“Yeah, Wayne?” he answered, looking up from the magazine to see Wayne poking his head around the corner with a shy smile on his face, clearing his throat lightly.

“I’m off to work, alright? Keep the door locked, there’s pizza money on the counter and my phone number on the fridge if you need me. I’ll see you in the morning..” he offered.

“Thank you, have fun at work,” you tried your best to be polite. Wayne had been nothing but wonderful to you, you always intended to show him respect and kindness as he always went out of his way to do and say little things to prove he cared.

“Yeah, right..” he laughed a little, waving you both off before he shut Eddie’s door again, you both kept quiet until you heard his footsteps disappear down the hall and the front door slam shut.

It’s only when you hear the roaring of his truck engine and the gravel crunching under the tyres as he pulls away that you put the magazine down and giggle. Rolling over to smile up at Eddie who was running a hand through his curly hair, resting your head on his lap. Humming in content as his hand moved from his own hair to yours, scratching fondly at the scalp whilst you admired one another.

“So… Wanna carry on?” you offer, cocking your brow up in question.

“Is that even a question?” he grins, watching as you scramble up to move and sit in his lap instead this time, straddling his hips as his hands settle on your ass, your hands gripping his cheeks as your eyes close, falling into a steady rhythm once again whilst you resume your make out session.

You get lost for god knows how long in the kiss, chasing his lips with a whimper when he’s pulling away from you to speak, a pout on your lips as you weren’t ready to stop just yet.

“So, I was thinking…” Eddie hummed, trailing wet kisses down the curve of your neck as your eyes closed, tilting your head back to give him more space to work with.

“Hm? That’s brave, sweetheart,” you tease, cursing out his name when his large hand collides with your plump backside as punishment for sassing him.

“I was thinking we could try something new, if you’re up for it?” he mumbled, sucking a fresh hickey onto your skin whilst he’s grabbing at the flesh of your ass, causing you to grind down on him slightly as he spoke.

“F-fuck, what did you have in mind?” trying to focus on his words but your mind was swirling, clearly distracted with other things as he’s sinking his teeth into you lightly.

“Well, how do you feel about anal?” he’s mumbling, keeping himself buried in your neck to avoid looking at you, not knowing what your reaction would be for that.

“I— I’ve never thought about it, why? Is that something you’ve wanted?” you ask shyly, gripping his shoulders for support as you continue to grind yourself against his clothed crotch.

“Often, yeah. It’s fine if you don’t wanna, but I can’t get it outta my head,” he confesses, giving your ass another tight squeeze, which causes you to let out another moan.

“I’ll do it on one condition….” You mumble, biting on your lower lip as you try to muffle your noises a little.

“Anything,” his voice sounds desperate.

“If you get to fuck me, I get to fuck you.”

He stills in his position, eyes a little wide as he pulls back to see if you’re kidding or not, his cheeks a little pink as he’s raising a brow in amusement.

“Excuse me?” Eddie smirks.

“You heard me, babe. You get to fuck me, and then I get to fuck you, mhm. It’s only fair, it could be fun..” you shrug, biting nervously at your lower lip as he shakes his head with a wide grin.

“You’re such a freak, I love you.” He grins, flipping you over and pinning you to the bed underneath him, kneeling between your spread thighs whilst your lips reconnect passionately.

“Mm, I love you too,” you giggle between kisses, fingers threading through his hair to give it a fond little tug as he grinds himself against you.

You’re not sure who started what, but it wasn’t long before your clothes were in a pile behind you both on the floor, your legs spread widely with one hand in his hair and the other on the headboard as you’re gasping out his name in bliss. Eddie laying between your thighs with his wet lips pressing sloppy kisses against your inner thighs, still yet to touch where you needed him the most.

“Eddie, please…” you whimper, grinding up into the cool air as you try and gain any sort of friction you could stumble upon.

“Be patient,” he scolds, placing a gentle slap against your wet folds, causing you to hiss out in pain, “you’ll get what you want eventually.”

He grins at up at you, shaking his head in disbelief before ducking his head back down to bump the very tip of his nose against your clit, making your thighs shake a little. He presses a slow kiss to your folds, working his way down from your clit until his tongue is gliding across your entrance. Collecting your wetness on his tongue so he can swallow it down, letting his tongue swirl in sloppy figures of eight around your clit as you cry out for him.

“Good girl…” he’s groaning, laying the pad of his tongue flat against your clit and shaking his head eagerly from side to side to create friction, your back arching a little off the bed in pleasure.

Whimpering at the loss of contact as his head dips lower, his tongue coming into contact with your cute little ass. Pressing teasing little kisses against the puckered rim, you can’t help the happy sigh that comes from your lips as he’s exploring your body.

Teeth digging into your inner thigh softly whilst his dominant hand comes up to apply a firm slap to your opposite inner thigh, causing you to jolt in pain and try to close your legs. Eddie was having none of it, a smug grin on his lips as he forced your thighs open once again, his fingers trailing up and down your dripping folds with a growl.

“Look at the state of you, hm?” He’s in smug disbelief that you could get so soaked from him doing so little to you. Your wetness seeping down your centre and dripping a little onto the sheets below.

“Touch me, please,” you softly beg, looking down at him with needy and desperate eyes whilst he takes a glance up at your broken self.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he soothes, pressing more kisses against your inner thighs whilst his thumb would brush up and down your folds, collecting your slick before using the pad of his thumb to circle your clit slowly.

Groaning to himself at the way you reacted, he loved when you got vocal, the little whimpers and whines making him want to burst at the seams already. Rotating his hand, he’s allowing for his index finger to ease you open, slipping in and out of you carefully whilst his thumb worked at your clit.

“There we go, baby. Just like that..” he muttered, easing his middle finger in alongside the first, curling them both up and massaging the weak spot inside of you. Replacing his thumb with his mouth so he could suck at your sensitive bud, grinning against your clit at the sound of your wetness being pushed around by his fingers.

His ring finger slipping in beside the others, causing you to hiss at the slight burn before your head fell back and moans started tumbling from your lips again. His three fingers arching up and massaging away inside of you as his tongue worked wonders on your clit, his wrist already drenched from your fluids.

He knew you were a sensitive girl and that it never really took much to get you off, something he took advantage of every single time you hooked up. You never ended on just one orgasm, usually cumming over and over again until you got jelly legs and needed to be cuddled on the come down.

The shivering of your body and quaking of your thighs is a dead giveaway of what was close to happening, sucking harder on your clit as his fingers would pick up the pace. Hammering away inside of you, hitting just the spot for you as you grip his hair and curse out for him in bliss.

“I’m fucking cumming, oh my god!” You squeal, soaking his wrist with your fluids and letting out a loud moan before your body seizes up, trembling all over with a pliant smile on your face as you ride the wave of the orgasm.

“Fucking hell, babe,” Eddie was smirking, retracting his fingers from you slowly and sucking eagerly on the wet digits, giving your clit a playful slap, which makes you curse out in the shock.

Looking down at the mess between the sheets, Eddie rolls his eyes back and groans in bliss at how delicious you look for him right now. He doesn’t give you much time to think before flipping you over onto your hands and knees, face buried in the pillows and ass high in the air as you giggle out for him.

“Easy tiger,” you giggle, that sound fading to a soft moan as he’s slapping his large palms against each of your ass cheeks individually.

You feel him leaning down over you, so his chest is flushed with your back, pressing messy little kisses down the centre of your spine as his fingernails drag down your sides. Purring a little from the slight stinging pain it brings, you look up at him over your shoulder and shake your hips playfully in offering.

“Well, hello,” he’s got that smug grin again, hands moving to your hips to spread you open a little more as he kneels between your thighs now, “ready for me?”

“Always,” you nod eagerly, trying to push yourself back against him which results in another smack to your ass, gripping at the sheets to stabilise yourself as you feel his tip brushing up and down your slick entrance.

Rolling your eyes back as he breaches you, you push back a little against him to push him in deeper, this is the first time you’re not punished for being greedy. A grin on your face as he’s vocal, groaning out and cussing your name as he bottoms inside of you, every inch tucked perfectly inside you as you squeeze around him for good measure.

“D-don’t do that, I’ll bust,” he laughs a little, causing you to giggle at the thought, he was in charge, but you had so much power over him.

“Fuck me,” you mumble simply, causing him to spring into action.

His hands grip your hips, fingernails digging into your skin as he begins to create and slow and steady pace inside of you, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you repeatedly. Eyes rolling back a little as you push back into him, meeting him halfway whilst he’s ricocheting off of your hips with grunts coming from his lips.

“Look at you, baby, fucking hell…” his eyes glued to your ass as it’s bouncing back against his hips, leaning over you a little to allow a string of spit to trail down to your ass, his thumb brushing the spit over your ring to dampen it.

Pushing up a little so your hands are on the headboard instead, you’re able to push back against him a little more forcefully now, causing Eddie to curse out at how he’s feeling impossibly deep inside you right now. Hands sliding up your sides until they reach the sides of your neck, one hand slipping around your throat to hold you in place.

Choking you softly, he’s bringing your back up so it’s arched, shoulder blades against his chest with his free hand reaching around you to massage your clit, pounding into your from behind as you’re letting out breathless moans of his name. The grip tightening around your throat to make you a little lightheaded, giggling into your moans as he used you.

“You like that, hm? Being my little toy?” he asks as you were reacting so well to him grabbing and pounding you, you nod tiredly with a smile.

“Yes, sir,” you whine, letting out a delighted squeal as two hands were now around your throat, you desperately hold the headboard for support as Eddie hammers away inside of you.

“Take it like a good girl,” he’s grunting, your walls shaking and tightening around his length as you’re crying out in pleasure for him, the room being filled with the sound of your bodies clapping together.

“Gonna cum, shit,” you gasp out before you’re suddenly making another huge mess on the sheets, soaking Eddie’s cock and thighs as you cum completely untouched, Eddie growling out a little as your walls clench down on him uncontrollably.

He’s quickly tugging himself out of you, wrapping a hand around his base and squeezing tight, jerking himself quickly in his palm before cumming all over the swell of your ass with a groan of your name. Letting every last drop fall upon your glistening skin before he lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuck, you gotta give a guy more warning, baby… Nearly had me busting before I could even pull out…” he’s giving your ass a firm slap, admiring the paint work he did to you with a smug grin.

“Oops?” You giggle, clearly not bothered.

“Naughty girl,” his shaking hands reaching over to the nightstand to tug out a small bottle of lube that he would need, letting you just lay on your stomach and catch your breath for a little while as he coated his fingers and dribbled some onto your rim.

He was still rock hard, despite the orgasm, you could feel it brushing against you every now and again as he moved about behind you, glancing over your shoulder to admire him as he was still focused on your plump ass.

“Touch yourself for me, princess, it’ll help you stay nice and relaxed, okay?” he coos, voice gentle as his fingers would circle around your rim, you nod obediently and allow a hand to slide between yourself and the bed.

Your fingers circle a little around your clit, causing your breath to hitch and your body to shiver from the touch, biting down on his pillow softly as you teased yourself. His fingers ghost across your rim before the tip of his middle finger slowly breaches you, causing you to groan at the burn. He stops the second there’s resistance, waiting for your go ahead before he continues to ease it into you, moving the finger in and out slowly to get you used to it.

“How’s that, bunny?” he asks softly, looking up at you to gauge your reaction, you’re lost in your own little world letting out soft moans for him.

The corners of his lips twist up into a grin at the sight of you enjoying yourself, he’s applying more lube just to be safe before gradually working the second finger into you, scissoring them in gently and letting your body guide him. Working at your pace to make sure you were in as little discomfort as possible, he’s groaning out your name a little as he watches two fingers disappear in and out of you.

“Want you…” you whine a little, still circling your clit in circles whilst he’s easing you open from the back, grinding back against nothing to try and get more from him.

“You want my dick, bunny?” he offers, making you nod eagerly in agreement, “of course, baby.”

He’s pulling his fingers out from you, grabbing the lube once more and applying a thick amount to your ass, pouring a glob into his hand and soaking his dick with the fluid. Pressing his tip against your entrance, he’s pushing in with a little resistance, his hands gripping at your cum covered ass whilst he sinks into you, uttering words of praise and comfort as you stretch around him.

“Good girl, look at you, hm? Look at you, you took me like such a good girl, baby. You look so pretty, do you think you could handle me moving, hm? Keep your hand on your pussy, baby, tell me if it gets too much…” he leans down to kiss your shoulder, comforting you before his hands settle on your hips again.

Pulling out of you slowly, he’s taking a breath before inching back into you, cursing at how tight you were around him like this. His name falling from your lips as you continued to massage your clit as instructed, grinding back against him subtly as you get used to the intrusion. Biting down on your lower lip, you cuss out his name in a hiss once he’s balls deep in you, clenching around him in surprise.

“Fuck, baby, fuck…” he’s hissing, doing his best to fight off an orgasm as he wanted to enjoy this for way more than a couple seconds, you’re shaking a little from the overstimulation but a beaming grin on your face.

“Fuck me,” you groan, and he takes less than a second to kick into gear and give you what you want. Pulling out and softly pushing back in, picking up as quick a pace as before but less forceful as he didn’t want to push you too far, your name permanently on his lips as you clenched on him.

His hands moving to your ass to spread your cheeks open a little to admire the way he slipped into you with ease, hips colliding in a way that guaranteed bruises tomorrow, his bed shaking as you clutch at the sheets and pant into his pillows from how good it felt. Shaking his head as he drops his head back and closes his eyes as he tries to fight off the orgasm, everything feeling way too intense for him in this moment.

“Oh, shit. I’m not gonna last, fuck,” he mumbles, trying to distract his brain, which was only becoming more and more impossible with the way you clenched down on him.

“Good, cum for me,” you demand cutely, squeezing down on him as you could feel your own orgasm building up already, you didn’t care how long either of you lasted as long as you both finished and felt good.

“Fuck, you sure?” he pants, looking down at you and seeing the broken little smile on your face, you sadistic little shit.

“Mhm, cum in me.” You announced proudly, squeezing down around him once more before he’s throwing his head back and cursing out your name, cumming hard inside of you before he can even think to pull out. His thighs shaking from the intensity whilst he slows to a gradual stop, breathing heavily for a second.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he laughs half-heartedly, sliding his hand under you to knock your hand away, rubbing your clit in rough circles as he knew you were moments away from your own orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Eddie, shit..” you gasp, body seizing up for the third time before waves are sent crashing around you, cumming hard for the third time because of him tonight.

The both of you laying there in a pile of sticky limbs whilst you fought for breath, Eddie eventually slipped out of you, and you whined whilst clenching around nothing. Him shuffling around until you’re laying chest to chest, pressing kisses to your lips and forehead whilst checking in that you were doing okay.

“So… Live up to your fantasy?” you smile tiredly, stroking his sweaty cheek with your thumb as he looked into your eyes, blushing a little from the intensity of the stare.

“So much fucking better,” he mumbles, colliding his lips with your own, showing you how much he loved and adored you through the passion behind his kiss.

“It’s your turn next, big boy,” you grin, nipping at his lower lip playfully, noticing the way he’s red in the face and a little flustered.

“I… I guess you’re right.” Eddie blushes.

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