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Beyond Their Broken Shadows Chapter 5: Eddie Munson X Fem! Reader

TW: sexual harassment, eventual smut, sexual assault, mentions of death, mentions of self harm, drug use, underage drinking, bullying. Smoking. masturbation.

*Let me know if I missed anything.*

Smut warning: P in V, unprotected sex (reader is on BC), oral (fem receive), fingering, first time (for both Eddie and Reader)

Authors note: Not going to lie, this one took a while. a lot of emotion is shared between the reader and eddie and it develops into some heated smut. Please enjoy. the smut has only just begun.

Also there is a few DND references. I turned to my real life Eddie for assistance in that department. #talknerdytome

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The three of us barely made it to our first class. Why we thought drinking on a school night was smart is beyond me. None the less I stride into Mrs. O’Donnell’s class just as the final bell rings. I notice his smug grin as soon as I walk through the door. I avoid his intense stare as I step towards my seat.

“Rough night, Princess.” He whispers, leaning towards me from his seat.

I give him my most intimidating glare, which he finds absolutely adorable, as I take my seat. My eyes widen the moment the cold steel of the chair hits my uncovered cunt. Fuck, I forgot underwear this morning in my rush. Eddie’s eyes narrow.

“You okay?”

My mouth opens, but Mrs. O’Donnell’s shrill voice over takes the room.

I turn around. I clasp my thighs together tightly, trying to contain the heat that wants to pool onto the seat. I can feel Eddie’s breath on the back of my neck. It’s not helping. I feel the heat dripping between my thigh, coating them in a sticky slick. My mind clouds with panic and lust. His cool rings tap my shoulder, it sends a shiver down my spine and another pool of slick threatens to spill onto the metal seat below me.

“Y/N? The bell rang like five minutes ago, you okay?” Eddie’s eyes fall down on my shaking body.

My eyes widen once again. I blocked out the entirety of class.

“Oh, right.” I laugh lightly. “I’m just…” Come on brain, lie, lie, lie. “hung over I guess.” Fuck. I wince at the honesty.

He chuckles. That smug grin returns full force. I slowly uncross my legs. My upper thighs are coated in a thick, wet heat. I peer down at the seat as I stand up. Thank God nothing dripped onto it. My eyes slowly trail up his chest, past his soft jawline and his beautiful, kissable lips, and finally land on his big brown eyes. His brow is cocked, giving an inquisitive look. I blush a little harder, pushing past him as I head for my next class. He follows me.

“So you ladies got a little wild, or just you?” He pries, his grin only growing smugger.

I roll my eyes. They ache when I do. I stop at the water fountain, grabbing a quick drink. My only answer is a nod.

“So, is Robin replacing me?” He leans down to my ear, huffing his question against my heated skin.

I feel myself leaking. I feel it dribble down my thighs. I push my legs together as I straighten myself. My eyes find his. His doe eyes seem curious, but a hint of fear hides behind them. Jealous? Eddie? Never…well. I bite my lip, snickering as I turn on my heels. My skirt lifting lightly, daring to expose me. I feel his eyes on my ass, as he walks behind me down the hall. I stop at my next class, his is next door. I peer back up at him.

“And what if I were?” I pry. “To replace you.” I whisper, my body moving a little closer to his.

He gulps, his gaze roaming down my body and back up. I quirk a brow, hiding a smug smile. He scoffs,

“Can’t lie, I’d be a little disappointed. Especially after finding your little gift in my locker.” His voice deepens, his breath fans my face.

I can feel eyes from other students on us. I bite my smirk back, trying to play cool. I pull away as the final bell rings.

“See you at free period.” I coo, walking into my classroom. My upper thighs now throughly soaked and my skater skirt is probably ruined on the inside.

Free period. Eddie’s favorite time of day. As he heads towards the woods a familiar voice stops him.

“Hey, Eddie!” Robin? He turns and finds the tall brunette jogging towards him. Eddie looks around, waiting for the prank to start. “Hey.” She smiles, catching her breath a little.

“Hey.” He seems unsure.

“Sorry, um. Listen I wanted to talk to you about Y/N’s birthday next week. Dustin and I were gonna do a surprise party, on Friday. And I know she would want you there.” Robin rambles on about it being small, listing off the names of who she is inviting. Including some friends from California, since they would be in for Fall break. Eddie didn’t realize it was her birthday next week. He knew it was October, just not when in October. “So,” Robin’s voice breaks his inner ramble. “Do you think you can make it? Or did you have something planned that day for her?” She asks. Eddie’s eyes widen.

“Uh, yeah. No. I…I’ll be there.” He stutters out. Robin’s smile widens.

“Great! Dustin can give you more detail in a few days. See you next Friday.” She waves as she makes her way down another hall, towards her final class.

Eddie stalls in the hall. He’s unable to move for a few moments. The sound of her voice breaks his hesitation.

“Eddie?” That sweet, beautiful voice. Her smile lights up the dingy hallways. She tosses her head to the side, waiting for him to speak. The halls are empty. The final bells rings. Eddie grows bold, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“You are beautiful, princess.” He whispers into her ear.

I blush harder at his words. He’s not helping the slick forming under my skirt. I’ve given up trying to hide it. I have accepted I am going to be soaked until I can get home and throw on some panties…maybe a new skirt too. The feeling of his arms under my knees and on my upper back break my inner thoughts.

“Eddie!” I squeal as quietly as I can.

He carries me off towards the woods. We don’t make it. We end up in his van. He tosses my body on the floor boards. I giggle, as he climbs on top of me, caging me in his frame. His hands find my face, cupping my cheeks. His fingers run through my hair. It’s down for once. No time to throw it up today. This is the plainest I’ve ever been around him and he’s calling me beautiful still. My heart swells. He peppers my neck and face with ghostly kisses. His hair is like a curtain around us. It tickles my neck, forcing little giggles to escape.

“So,” I try to calm my laughter down, as he continues his assault. “Did you have a wild night? How was the campaign?” I ask, genuinely curious about his club.

He moves onto his elbows, peering down at my face. His brow quirks, seeing if I’m serious. I give him an assuring smile. He chuckles,

“The battle was long and bloody. They narrowly escaped. But with sheer dumb luck they managed to claim victory.” He throws on his best dnd voice.

I laugh lightly, enjoying his epic tale of last nights saga. Eddie is so beautiful when he talks about his campaign. The passion behind his eyes makes my heart race. His dungeon master voice sends a shiver down my spine. I crave to hear it in bed. When he’s done with his retelling, his hands return to my cheeks. His fingers back in my hair. His body back against mine. Our lips reconnecting.

“Well, it sounds like we both had pretty thrilling nights.” I tease, allowing my lungs to breath after drowning in his kisses.

He hums happily. “Oh, that’s not even the best part princess.” He whispers. His thumbs stroke my cheeks gently.

“No? What could possibly top your thrilling campaign, and their victorious battle?” I pry, a touch of sarcasm lacing my tone.

His lips find mine, ghosting over them. “What happened after.” He places a soft kiss against my swollen lips. My breath hitches, as his large muscular hand finds one of my legs. His other hand moves down to stroke my racing pulse. “You are a tease, princess. A dirty,” his fingers on my leg climb slowly up my thigh. My head is reeling from his ghostly finger tips, smoothing up towards my heated slick. “Little,” his breath is growing more ragged as his fingers near my unclothed cunt. “Tease.” His fingers stop at the hem of my skirt. I whine.

Now, who’s the tease. He’s mere inches from my wet heated pool that he has unknowingly caused. I release a breath. Some of his hair blows out of his face. His devilish smirk widens. His finger tips fiddle with the hem of my skirt. I’m sure it is slightly coated from sticking to my slick all day.

“So you enjoyed the treat I left you?” I tease, biting my tongue innocently. “I worked very hard on it.” I flutter my lashes at him. He growls.

“Did you now?” He licks his bottom lip. “Did you put those pretty fingers to work, just for me?” His voice is deeper somehow. Another gush of wet slips from my cunt. I think he notices.

I hum, nodding. “But I think,” I begin. My hands leave his curls and trace his fingers on my pulse. “Your fingers would do a much better job.” I bite my lip. His breath hitches. His body stiffens. The fingers on my hem seize. “I mean, we could test that theory,” My lips find his ear, “now.” I whisper.

Eddie sputters, his cheeks redder then I’d ever seen. I smirk innocently at him. He licks his lips. His breathing grows heavier. He begins mumbling to himself. He’s smiling stupidly.

“Princess, I…I…uh. Wow. That’s…” I buck my hips, forcing his hand to move up just enough to rest where my thigh connects to my pelvis. “Oh, Jesus H Christ.” He huffs. His mouth waters at the wetness. His eyes widen down at me. My innocent smile never fading.

“Dirty, little tease!” He bites his bottom lip, trying to control himself.

His lips reattach, attacking mine swiftly and harshly. I feel his clunky rings inching closer to my cunt.

“No panties today? What did you give me your only pair?” He breaths against my lips, before taking them in again. His fingers hover over my clit, barely allowing any friction. I try to buck my hips, but he brings his other hand down, holding me in place. “Ah, ah, princess.” He tuts.

“Please Eddie.” I beg through a moan. I look up at him through hooded eyes. “Please, touch me.” My voice is unrecognizable to me. I sound slutty, begging for a man to touch me. But fuck did I want him to touch me.

Eddie chuckles darkly. His fingers glide over my heated slick. The pads of his fingers give just enough friction on my clit, to cause another moan to escape. He slowly slides two of his fingers up and down my slit. I writhe, breathing heavier, begging like it’s a prayer.

“Do you know how many times I came on your panties? They are covered in my cum now. I just kept picturing you. Imagining you sitting on my lap, bouncing that little ass up and down, as you rod my cock.” Eddie’s dungeon master tone is back, retelling another epic tale. This time while getting me off. His fingers plunge into my aching cunt quickly. His rings pressing against my clit. The cold metal only enhances the pleasure. I toss my head back, rolling my eyes as he pumps in and out of my pussy. His thumb brushes up against my clit, rolling it around in tight little circles. “I pictured you, on your knees at my throne, sucking me off. Putting that pretty little mouth to good use.” That pretty little mouth is currently hanging open, moaning, panting, mumbling Eddie’s name. Begging for more. “I want to take you down into my dungeon. I want to throw you on that table and fuck you until you can’t sit right. I want to hear that pretty little mouth scream my name for everyone to hear! Let them hear you beg for the Freak of Hawkins!” He huffs. His fingers pumping harder and his thumb makes my clit vibrate from the immense pleasure. He continues detailing how he wants to bend me over the table and fuck me from behind. How he wants to hear me beg and plead for release. I give him that now.

“Please, Eddie. Baby, please I’m gonna…oh my…Eddie!” I scream.

My walls tighten around his fingers. I release, all over his jeans. Coating his hand in sticky slick. I pant loudly, catching my breath. My face burns from embarrassment, as I peer down at the mess I’ve created. I came so hard, so fast and so much. I squirted all over his floor and him. I grow brave enough to finally look at Eddie. His face is pink, sweaty. His eyes are cast down, watching the pool of heat leak onto the floor of his van. His cum coated hand lifts. He plays with the sticky strings webbing his fingers together. His rings are doused in slick. I cover my face with my hands, slowly closing my legs. He stops me. His knee spreads my legs apart again. His non cum covered hand moves my fingers from my face. His eyes are blown wide. His breathing is heavier. He shakes his head at me. Eddie’s eyes flicker to his coated hand. He brings his fingers up to his lips. He licks them slow, sucking each one clean. His eyes never breaking from mine. I feel my cunt clench around nothing again.

“So,” he pulls my face closer. His, now saliva coated fingers cup my cheek. “Did we prove your theory right?” He teases, quirking a brow. His lips lick mine softly.

I shiver, pulling him in closer. Our lips crashing together. I nod as we kiss, “Definitely.” I breath, continuing to kiss him.

He chuckles against our connected lips. We hold each other for a while. A blissful silence fills the air. Eddie peppers kisses along my face before nuzzling into the crook of my neck.

“Movie night?” I break the blissful silence, breathing in his applewood shampoo.

Eddie lifts his head. His beautiful eyes find mine again. He bites his lip. A bashful smile grows across his cheeks.

“I actually had something else in mind. I’ll pick you up at 7.” His cheeks burn bright. He looks nervous.

My eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, sure. What are we doing?” I ask, curious of his plan.

“Sorry princess, that would ruin the surprise.” He admits. His jovial side returning. I pout. He laughs, kissing my scowl. “Hey,” he whispers, leaning closer to me. His breath feels hotter against my skin. I can faintly smell my sex on his breath. “You are absolutely gorgeous when you cum by the way.” He cracks a smile against my lips. He’s trying to distract me from tonight’s surprise. It’s working.

A ghostly kiss falls onto the corner of my mouth. In the distance, we hear the final bell ring. When I try to move, he holds me for a moment longer. His lips push deeply against my own. A breathless moan escapes as he pulls away. His hands reach for his center consul. He pulls out some napkins from a drive-thru.

“Sorry, it’s all I have.” He apologizes as he begins to clean up my cunt.

Wiping away the excess. I buck at the feeling. My sex still sensitive from his earlier touches. He pulls my skirt down, smoothing his fingers over the fabric. His fingers glide down towards my thighs, giving them a firm squeeze. I bite my lip, enjoying the gentle care.

“Thank you, Eddie.” I lean forward, catching his lips in one last breathtaking kiss. “I’ll see you at 7 then.” I exhale.

He pops the back open and jumps out first. He wraps his arms around my waist, bringing me down to the pavement slowly. Eddie holds me closer for a minute longer. I hear him inhale deeply, enjoying the scent of my sex and floral shampoo most likely. He places a gentle kiss on my forehead, before ushering me back to my car. Another moment later, Dustin is walking towards us.

“Hey Y/N, hey Eddie.” His voice is a little less than chipper. He definitely thinks the two of us hanging out is weird.

Eddie gives him a wave, tussling his hair. He looks back to me, smiling wide.

“I’ll see you tonight, princess.” He winks. His body jolts forward a little, he wants to kiss me. I want to kiss him. But we can’t. Not yet.

“Later, Eddie.” I wave him off with my own wide grin.

Dustin and I slide into my car. As the engine roars to life, Dustin turns to me with a face. A face that says, ‘I’m not stupid.’

“What?” I pry, pulling out of the lot.

“Princess?” He nearly pukes the word.

“It’s a nickname.” I shrug, “you’ve heard him call me that before.”

He rolls his eyes, “so what? Another movie night?” His tone is sarcastic.

I nod, “Just a normal Friday night.” I lie. Dustin grows quiet. “You okay?” I ask, peering over at him. “You know we’re just friends right?” I lie again.

He nods. “It’s just weird seeing you two together.” He admits. “Plus, I think he likes you.” He divulges.

My eyes widen. “And what makes you say that?” I smirk.

“Just the way he looks at you.” He sticks his tongue out, acting sick. I giggle at him. “Plus he called you hot.” He nearly pukes again.

“Dusty,” I tussle his hair for the umpteenth time. “Most of your friends think I’m hot.” I laugh at his shocked face.

Dustin is lost for words the rest of the way home. He keeps opening his mouth, but nothing falls out. I pull into the drive and leave him in the car, still trying to find his words.

I shower, primp and change into something less covered in cum. I curl my hair slightly, giving it a simple wave. I change into a pair of white lace panties, and a baby blue knee length dress. It’s fitted and lifts up when I twirl. I throw my black cardigan over it, just to hide the tattoo from Dustin and anyone else who may be around. I throw on a pair of white sneakers and paint my face in a simple way. Nothing crazy, nothing fancy. My mind tosses as I get dressed for tonight. Where could he be taking me? Is this an actual date, or is he just fucking with me…literally. I sigh. It’s been a month and a half of this—thing with Eddie. He tried making things more personal recently. He tries to talk about the past. We haven’t told each other anything. I don’t know about his parents, he doesn’t know about mine. I don’t ask about why he’s an outcast, he doesn’t ask why I choose to be with one. I put on the finishing touches when the door bell rings. I glance at my clock, 7 on the dot. I yell down to Dustin to get the door. I’m nearly done, just one final…

Dustin groans, answering the door. Standing in the door way is his DM.

“Hey, she’ll be down in a minute.” Dustin ushers Eddie in.

“Thanks.” Eddie peers around the home.

He glances at photos of Dustin and his mom. Dustin and Y/N. Nothing that shows her past. Nothing to ask about later, or harass her about.

“So, why are you picking her up for your usual movie night?” Dustin’s voice invades his wandering mind.

Eddie ponders for a moment, thinking of an excuse. But nothing comes to mind. He shrugs.

“I offered.” Was all he could spit out.

Dustin nods. He’s still skeptical of everything.

“She better be back by midnight.” Dustin tries to stand tall next to his DM. He puts on a brave face and throws on a braver voice.

Eddie laughs at him. “Or what? You’ll tell your mommy.” He mocks.

Dustin rolls his eyes. They land on Y/N, coming down the stairs in a dress he’s never seen her in before. Wearing the cardigan she use to cry herself to sleep in. His eyes widen. Eddie notices. His brow quirks, following his gaze. The sight is breathtaking. Her hair bounces as she steps down each step. Her dress shows off her beautiful figure. Eddie’s heart stops as she glides towards him. She is heavenly. The devil has officially claimed an angel and he isn’t ever planning to let her go.

“Hey.” My voice sings. I notice Dustin narrow his gaze between us. “You ready?” I turn my attention to Eddie.

He only nods, to dumbfounded to speak.

“Later Dusty.” I wave to him as we head for the door.

“Enjoy your movie.” He spits sarcastically. Yeah he probably knows this isn’t a normal movie night, but I can deal with that later.

Eddie and I enter his van. He opens the door for me, helping me inside. He ignites the engine. Heavy metal begins blaring in our ears. He goes to turn it down, but I stop him. I flash a grin, assuring him the music was fine. His fingers wrap around my hand. He holds it as he backs out of the drive. The start of the ride is filled with Iron Maiden. I watch the road, glancing up at Eddie every once in a while. He seems nervous and focused. My eyes move to our hands. His ring leaves a light indentation in my palm. I smooth over it, memorizing the feel of the stone and metal. My eyes lift back to his face. Still nervous. It’s cute.

“So,” I shout a little over the music. “Where are you taking me?” I pry.

“You really don’t like surprises, do you? He laughs. I join him.

I shake my head. “I’m sorry. I don’t.” I blush, embarrassed. Another little crack forms in the wall. He’s going to break it down eventually, I can feel it.

A glimmer of something is hiding in his big beautiful eyes.

“Well, I think you’ll like this one.” He teases. His voice barley audible over the music.

The drive becomes lighter. Eddie seems to be more relaxed now. We talk nonsense again. We avoid heavy topics. We enjoy the music. He drums on the stirring wheel, and sings along. I mouth the words, biting my lip anytime he looks over at me. The drive seems longer than I expected. We are nearly outside of town. The woods consume us as we continue our journey. I peer out the window, watching the sun start to set.

“You know, I’ve seen this one before.” I interrupt his jamming. He glances over at me. “We drive into a seclude part of the woods. We start getting freaky and then a guy with a machete comes out and kills us.” I explain dryly.

Eddie bursts into a fit of laughter. His hand hits the steering wheel. I roll my eyes, trying to stifle my giggles. I know it sounds crazy, but when you’ve seen the number of horror movies I have it starts to seem possible. His fingers rub the inside of my palm again.

“Don’t worry princess. I won’t let Jason get you.” He jests.

I squeeze his hand tighter.

“And which Jason are you referring to?” I pry, unable to pass on the opportunity.

His eyes grow dark. He growls a little, tightening his grip on my hand. This is a side I haven’t seen on Eddie. A wet heat drips into my fresh panties.

“Neither of them baby.” He brings my hand up to his lips, kissing it softly.

I hum as he turns off the road and towards a small house. I quirk a brow as he pulls into a small dirt drive. He kills the engine, releasing my hand. Our eyes meet and he motions me to follow him. I do— happily and willingly. He jogs to my side, opening the door. He helps me out of his van once again, taking my hand in his. I resume playing with his ring. He draws circles in my palm. Eddie guides us down a grassy hill and towards a path way. I’m glad I wore sneakers now. Eddie’s boots sink into the grass as he steps ahead of me. It’s so quiet out here. I feel at peace, but also a twinge of fear sparks inside me. He pulls back some branches and relieves a blanket lying in the grass next to the shore line of a beautiful lake. A lantern and cooler sit in the middle. It has the perfect view of the sun setting. My hand, not holding his, falls over my mouth. I don’t even have to look at him, I can feel the wide grin spread across his cheeks. He pulls me towards the scene. We sit, he takes his hand from mine. My other hand falls to my side again, playing with the ends of my dress. I look out and around. It is a beautiful sight. But nothing beats the ever growing blush on his face. His big brown eyes glow an amber color in the descending sun light. He rubs the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. He reaches for the cooler. He pulls out a six pack of beer and two brownies. I peer back up to him. I feel my cheeks heating up, my smile growing as he nervously explains himself.

“So, um…ha. I don’t cook or bake that much, but I remember Henderson saying you prefer sweets. So these are fun brownies.” He winks. “I’m sorry if they suck.” He laughs nervously.

He passes me the plate they are perched on. I look down at the delicious treat. My hand reaches for the plate, but I bring it down to the blanket. I lean over, closer to his face.

“Who knew, Eddie Munson, the freak of Hawkins high was such a romantic.” I kiss his lips slowly, gently. He leans into the kiss.

“Well, you deserve a proper date princess. I hope this suffices.” He smiles, nerves still visible behind his eyes.

I hum happily, kissing him again. “It’s perfect.” I breath against his swollen lips.

I pull away and reach back for the brownies. I tear off a piece and allow it to melt in my mouth for a minute. Savoring the taste. Another hum escapes my lips.

“For someone who says he can’t bake, these are really good.” I tear off another small piece, careful to not over indulge.

Eddie chuckles happily, taking bite of his own. He nods in agreement as he cracks open two beers. He pulls me closer, our bodies pressed against each others. His arm wrapped around my shoulder. My head nuzzles into his chest. The sun begins to set over the lake. The sky turns from a beautiful blue to a vibrate hue of purples, oranges and pinks. The trees look like shadows, growing taller and darker as the sun sinks lower. It reminds me of the lake my daddy and I use to live by, after mama died. Our trailer was on a hill. Just below us was a lake, much like this one. Daddy would fish in it on his days off. I would swim in it, floating around allowing the stress to melt away. Daddy and I would sit and talk on the docks at night. He would have a beer, I would be sipping on a coke. He would give his best advice there. He would tell stories of him and mama. He told me I looked like her, now that I was growing up. Other nights, when daddy was working I would go down to the shoreline and sit, watching the sun set or count the stars in the vast inky black sky. Just a moment of bliss. A moment everything was normal. A moment just like this, with Eddie. Maybe it was the weed mixing with the memory, but I feel tears form in my eyes and silently fall down my cheeks. One slips onto Eddie’s hand. He tips my head back to meet his eyes. Our faces hidden by the shadows. The only light left is from the little lantern he brought. It’s just enough for him to see the water pool in my eyes. He kisses the tears away, concern fills his voice.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He searches my face for an answer.

I breath deeply, releasing a laugh. I shake my head. “Nothing, nothing.” I whisper. “I told you I get emotional when I’m high.” I try to hide the truth, but it doesn’t work. Eddie knows me, especially when I’m high. He narrows his eyes, furrows his brow.

“Princess,” the name sounds like a warning now. I gulp, avoiding his eyes. He brings them back to his. “Tell me.” He demands. His voice is serious, something Eddie is not known for.

I pull away from him slightly, bringing my knees to my chest. My dress falls down, exposing my upper thighs. The curve of my ass, now in full view. His eyes cascade down my body, absorbing every curve, memorizing every feature he can in the dim light. I bite my lip, avoiding his intense stare.

“This place reminds me of home.” I answer honestly, vaguely, but honestly.

I glance over at him. His body is turn towards me, legs crossed, arms resting on his knees. His hands are folded together, covering his mouth. He’s listening, intently. He wants more. I’m not sure I’m ready, but…I do anyways.

“My daddy and I lived in a trailer for two years. It was on this little hill outside of the small town we lived in. Down the hill was a lake, like this one.” I explained, gesturing to the lake in front of us.

“What about your mom?” He asks, his voice is a little shaky, nervous to hear the answer.

My eyes meet his fully. My face scrunches, holding in a breath.

“She…died. When I was 13.” I exhale, my eyes finding the black knit blanket interesting. My finger tips tap my knees.

“I was 10, when my mom died.” He admits. My eyes widen back to his. It’s his turn to look away. “Breast cancer.” He whispers.

I place a hand on his shoulder, soothing him. He grips my fingers, rolling his finger tips over my knuckles. It soothes me.

“Drunk driver.” I admit in an exhale. “I was in the car.” I shake out. No one knew that part. Not even my aunt. My dad wanted to keep it hidden. As Captain of the State Troopers he could do that easily. Eddie’s eyes find mine again. I swallow the hurt. Maybe it was the weed or the way he was looking at me, but I formed more cracks, creating a gapping hole in this wall I built. “I’ve never told anyone that. My daddy didn’t want anyone to know I was there. That I watched her die.” I huff out, behind broken tears. “I’m sorry.” I exhale.

Eddie pulls me onto his lap. His fingers drawing circles on my back, tracing my spine. I breath in his scent as more tears fall down my cheek and on his leather jacket. He places sweet kisses in my hair. His other hand fiddles with my hair. Tangling his rings through the waves. My fingers bounce his curls. It’s a distraction from the painful truth. We hold each other, knowing we each have felt the pain of watching our mother’s die. It just brings us closer. His fingers trace down my jawline, tipping my head back to look at his. The lantern light casting a beautiful glow along his features. His cheekbones seem softer than before. His eyes a deeper brown. He wipes away the tears stained on my cheeks. I must look like a mess.

“Don’t be sorry, princess.” He soothes. His breath fans my face. The scent of weed and chocolate cause a smile to crack on my lips. “I want to know you. I want to know everything about you. Not just the fun stuff, but the serious and messed up stuff too.” Eddie’s fingers run through my hair again, tugging me even closer to his face.

His lips ghost over mine. I deepen the kiss. The memories roll away. The fear and sadness dissipate with each kiss. The bond and the closes over take the truth we spilled. I grip his jacket, pulling him tighter. We aren’t close enough. Another drip falls onto Eddie’s cheek. He looks at me, expecting to see tears. Another drip hits my cheek. We pause our movements, facing towards the sky. A faint drizzle turns into a pitter patter of rainfall. Our faces meet again. He tries to shield me, to pick me up and race back to the van. I stop him. I laugh, sticking my tongue out towards the sky. Rain falls onto my lips, drenching my hair and wetting my face even more.

“I love the rain.” I breath, returning my eyes to him.

He laughs, watching me closely as I stretch my arms out allowing the water to trickle down my cleavage and throughly soak my dress and jacket. He pulls me into a hug. His arms wrap tightly around my waist. Our eyes meet, lips nearly connected. We breath heavily. Inhaling each other and the scent of rainfall. His laughter relaxes, as his lips fully latch onto mine. The taste of rain drops and weed tickle my tastebuds. A crack of thunder and burst of lightening disrupt our movie moment. I jump in his arms again. He chuckles, pulling me close and carrying me to the van. The little scene he created left in shambles. He places me gently in my seat, and then jogs to his side. We breath deeply once we are settled. Our eyes meet. The sound of rain, thunder and our heavy laughter fill the silence.

“Definitely an unforgettable first date.” I giggle, trying to collect myself.

Eddie ignites the engine once again, also trying to calm his giggle fit. “I’m very hard to forget, princess.” He winks, pulling out and slowly heading back towards the road.

The music is softer this time. Mainly background noise. Heavy rain drops and jolts of thunder are our new soundtrack. I watch his headlights consume the darkness. Thick puddles forming on the road already. I decide, since we have a long drive to delve further with Eddie. If he wanted to know me, then I wanted to know him. I clear my throat a little, he notices. I catch his eyes glancing over at me.

“What about your dad?” I ask, randomly.

I hear him swallow. His knuckles turn white as he grips the wheel tighter. Maybe it wasn’t a good topic starter.

“Fair enough. He ran out, after my mom died.” He sniffles a little. My hand finds his damp thigh, caressing the thick fabric. I try to soothe him. “He left me with Wayne, never looked back.” His lips press into a thin line.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” I apologize for his past pain, something I am use to hearing, but not saying.

He sighs, placing his hand over mine. “It’s fine. Wayne’s cool.” He gives a half smile.

“So why are you living with your aunt? Your dad actually sounds like a decent guy.” He recalls the few stories and pieces of advice I’ve shared. I smile, but it falters.

“Well, he…died last year.” I pause, catching my breath. It still doesn’t feel real sometimes. Eddie’s hand squeezes mine. I glance up at his face, he gives a reassuring smile. Telling me he’s listening and here for me. I take a deep breath, pressing on. “Claudia, Dustin’s mom, is my dad’s sister. So naturally she agreed to take me in and let me finish school at Hawkins. Her and Dustin are kind of the only family I have left.” I admit shyly.

“Damn. You win.” He tries to make a joke. A light chuckle escapes our lips.

“I didn’t know we were competing.” I tease.

“Always. Life’s one big DnD game and we are just competing for survival.” He throws on his DM voice again. Another chill runs down my spine.

Laughter fills the void for a moment, then it dies down—turning into a comfortable silence. The heavy rain grows, the thunder shakes the van slightly. It’s Eddie’s turn to ask a random personal question.

“Do you mind if I ask how?” His tone is nervous. His face cringes as soon as the question leaves his beautiful mouth.

I press my lips in a thin line, swallowing hard.

“It’s kind of a long story.” I bite my lip.

“It’s a long drive, princess. But if you don’t want to…” I grasp his hand tighter and take a deep breath.

“The first thing you need to know is my daddy was the Captain of the Indiana State Troopers, okay?” I raise a brow at him. Eddie acknowledges the fact with a small chuckle.

“So you’re a cops kid? That explains a few things.” He laughs, I swat his chest with my free hand. He feigns injury.

“Anyways, it was the start of spring break. My daddy and I were heading up to Connecticut. The beaches up there are beautiful. We went every year. Daddy stopped at the bank to move some funds around so we didn’t have to worry about it during the trip. Now, we lived in the smallest town ever. But there was still crime. And unfortunately for us, someone decided it was a great day to rob the bank.” I try to lighten my tone, but it sounds a little pained. I breath again, regaining my composure. “It was just the tellers, my daddy and I. Daddy still had his weapon and badge on him. But before he could pull his gun out the robber shot him, in his shoulder. My daddy fell to the ground. I dropped to the floor and…was stupid. I pulled his weapon and shot the guy in the leg.” I blush, the sound of the gun ringing still as clear as the day it happened. I glance over at Eddie. His mouth drops.

“You, little miss. innocent princess shot someone?” Eddie can’t believe it.

I nod, “best shot in my class back home.” I brag, laughing a little awkwardly. “But yeah, well the guy didn’t appreciate that so he returned the favor. He got me in my hip. I fell next to my daddy. His breathing was labored, but he was still conscience. He whispered ‘nice shot. Do it again.’ So, I did. This time I hit his stomach. The robber got off one more shot before collapsing. It didn’t hit me though. He uh…” I lick my lips. “He got my daddy in the chest.” I huff. “I tried to stop the bleeding, but I couldn’t. He was gone before help could arrive.” I bow my head. A single tear escapes, trickling down my cheek. Eddie wipes it away.

“He was proud of you. You were a bad ass.” Eddie bangs his hand on his wheel, trying to cheer me up.

“That’s what everyone said after the fact. I was the 16 year old who stopped a bank robbery. After spring break, I was all anyone could talk about. And I hated it.” I admit, shaking my head. “Everyone forgets that I watched another parent die. I couldn’t save my daddy. I…I couldn’t live with that guilt.” I pull my hand away from Eddie’s. I move my hand to rub the fabric on my arm. Eddie notices my movement. He asks another bold question.

“So, is that when you got the tattoo?” He brow cocks. I shake my head.

“My aunt found me. She stitched me up. She knew small towns talked and didn’t want even more gossip to spread.” I huff out. “I got both my tattoos at the beginning of this summer. I wanted to hide the scars. It hurt like a bitch, but at least it’s prettier to look at.” I smile down, shrugging off the jacket. My fingers brush over the lines. I can feel the scar. I can feel the memories. I can feel Eddie’s eyes soften. I peer up at him. Tears prick his eyes. I sniffle, “you can’t cry.” I choke on a tearful giggle. He joins me.

He parks his van in the grass in front of his trailer. A few beats of silence. The rain still going strong, the thunder booming louder than before. A crack of lightening streaks across the sky. It illuminates Eddie’s face for a moment. A sadness in his eyes and a half smile on his lips. Before I can say anything, he gets out of the van. My door rips open. Eddie pulls me into the rain. He holds me to the point that I can’t breathe. My arms wrap around his neck. His fall on my waist. The rain consumes us again. I inhale the smell of fresh rain and the scent of his shampoo.

“And you can’t leave me.” He whispers. He pulls back just enough to see my face. His fingers dig into my hip, he’ll leave bruises for sure. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all of it.”

“Eddie,” I breathe.

“I get why Dustin was worried about us now.” He huffs, shaking his head. The rain falling harder on us. Another crack of thunder and whip of lightening electrify the scene. “You don’t deserve to know anymore pain. You deserve a life of happiness, and peace…and…and…” he pauses, we stare intently at one another. His lips ghost mine.

“You. Eddie. I deserve you. We deserve each other. We both know pain. We…” he stops my rambling, kissing me fiercely.

My body falls against the van. My legs wrap around his waist. My arms grip tighter on his neck. His fingers grip my ass, pulling me higher up. Our lung ache for air. Thunder breaks our heated kiss. Eddie’s eyes look black in this lighting. We heave, catching each others exhales. Another thunderous roar shakes the sky. Eddie readjusts me in his arms, carrying me bridal style into his trailer. I laugh, nuzzling into his chest. My feet land lightly on the living room floor. I look at the clock. It’s 10:30. The room is nearly pitch black. Eddie tries to flip on the lights,

“Storm must of knocked the power out.” He bites his lip, walking away from me and towards his kitchen. He feels around and finds another lantern. He turns it on, wiggling his eyebrows. I roll my eyes. “I’m gonna find a little more light for us. If you want you can find a shirt in my room, and get out of those wet clothes.” He winks, brushing some of my wet hair behind my ear.

I smirk at him, climbing on my tip toes to reach his mouth. “You just want to get me out of my clothes.” I tease. He hums happily, laughing darkly. I spin around, “could you help me with my zipper.” I coo. I hear him gulp. His hand wraps around my waist slowly. His ringed fingers crawl down my spine, sending a pleasant shiver. His hot breath warms my neck, creating more chills. My eyes flutter shut as his slowly brings the metal down. The fabric peels away from my skin delicately. He pauses. His fingers dance over my bare back. I can read his mind. ‘No bra?’ I smirk, biting my lip harder. The zipper stops just above my ass. Eddie can see a peak of white lace. He places a gentle kiss on my shoulder. His kisses fall down the curve of my spine. Little moans spill from my tongue. I bite my inner cheek as I feel him drop to his knees. I turn back towards him. His face lines up perfectly with my covered cunt. His hands grip my ankles, smoothing up the dampened skin. His fingers tapping along until they reach the hem of my dress. I bend down, before he can go further. I bringing his chin up to meet my face. I ghost over his plump lips. “Thank you, sweet boy.” I tease. I turn back around, walking down the dark hall to his bedroom.

The lightening outside his window is my only source of light. I allow the dress to fall from my form. I place it over the back of his desk chair. I slip off my mud covered sneakers and even muddier socks. I leave on my lace panties. They are use to being soaked. I feel around his floor, looking for something shirt like. I finally find something, as a spark shines into his room. I drape the cloth over my body, not paying attention to what’s on it. Not that I could see what’s on it. I tip toe out of his room. I use my hand to guide me down the hall until I reach the now illuminated living room. It looks romantic almost. Candles everywhere. The little lantern shining brightly in the center of the room. Eddie’s bare back is turned to me. He’s wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. My cheeks are on fire. My body is on fire. The heated wet pool begins refilling my panties. Fuck, he’s sexy. I tap on the wall beside me, getting his attention. I cock my head to the side, giving a small smile. My ankles cross, as I lean against the entry way. Eddie’s mouth falls open. His tongue wetting his lips. Even sexier in the front. His beautiful chest tattoo glows in the candle light. I glance down, seeing a bulge growing in his boxers. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. My eyes sweep back up his body, admiring every hidden muscle and feature shown in the candle light. I notice his eyes are doing the same.

“Well, I think I’m gonna have to get a new Hellfire shirt now. Because you are never taking that off.” He jokes, stepping towards me.

I peer down, raising a brow. I did grab his Hellfire shirt. I blush even harder. It smells like him still, so it’s probably dirty. I don’t mind. I enjoy his scent. It comforts me. Eddie grabs my hands and pulls me towards the couch. I fall beside him. Our hips connected, my legs draped over his bare thighs. The shirt rides up enough to expose most of my thigh, but keep my white panties covered. My feet dangle off the couch, gliding up his hairy legs. The bright pink polish popping in the glow of the candles. Eddie’s shirt hangs a little off my shoulder. I rolled the sleeves up to my elbows because of the heat. Our hair is starting to dry. My hair once again straight, frizzy and tangled. His curls spring back to life, but are just a frizzy as my hair. His arm falls over my bare shoulder. The hand with only one ring rubs my arm, caressing the soft exposed skin. I hum happily at his touch. His other hand, the one doused in rings, soothes up and down my thighs. His fingers inch dangerously close to the curve of my pelvis. I find his intense stare again. I match it. Our faces just as close. Lips ghosting, noses nuzzling, foreheads touching. It is a blissful moment. The rain taps outside the door. Cracks of thunder and bursts of lightening make an appearance too. The drug high is wearing off. The Eddie high is pulsing through me.

“Thank you, Eddie.” I whisper, breaking our silent moment. He pulls his head back, pulling a curious expression. “I…” I choke on my words, searching for the right ones. He’s patient. “I was scared to tell you any of this. I was worried you’d run at the first sign of trouble.” My eyes drop to our connected bodies. “I wanted to start over. I wanted something new and exciting. To avoid the past, but…” my eyes find his big doe eyes and a simple grin plastered on his cheeks. “But you, make everything easy. Comfortable. I want that. I don’t want my past…your past, to control the future. Our future.” the last bit is merely a whisper.

“So fortune teller, what’s our future hold?” He jests, breaking the tension.

I push his nose a little. Our lips brush against each others. “Now, now Dungeon Master. You need to have me roll for perception first.” I tease him, pushing his lips against mine.

“God, I love when you talk like that.” He moans into the kiss. I giggle, deepening it.

Eddie pushes me onto the couch. My back flat against the springy sofa. My legs wrap around his torso, pulling him closer to my body. I feel his covered cock harden against my soaked, but covered cunt. His hips move against mine, grinding gently into me. My hips buck up to meet his. His ringed fingers grip my upper thigh, leaving indications against the supple skin. His other hand wraps around my throat, resting against my racing pulse. Our lips collide quickly and aggressively. My arms smooth his hair away from his face. Our pants and moans fill the room, mixing with the pitter patter of rain fall. The thunder drowns the noise for only a moment. Eddie’s hand on my leg slides up over the curve of my waist, tugging his shirt further up. I break apart for a moment. My lips swollen, lungs gasping for air. He smirks, knowing my question without being asked.

“I told you, you aren’t taking it off—ever.” He exhales, taking my lips back to his. I inhale one last breath before diving back into his heated kiss.

His cool rings leave goosebumps over my exposed belly. My lace panties look sheer with the amount of slick already pooling inside. His lips move from mine to my neck. He finds my pulse, sucking on it. His fingers brushing along the other side of my neck, before dipping to my chest. His hand slides under the shirt, pushing it up a little more, exposing my breasts. He breaks away from my neck. A swollen mark already visible. I pant as his tongue circles one of my nipples. His fingers twirling the other. His beautiful mouth wraps around one. His tongue still circling as he sucks. A silent moan escapes my throat. It sounds ghostly. My hands tug at his curls. He grunts, sucking harder. His mouth moves to the other one. Repeating the motion. He grinds harder into me. I buck up to meet his hips. His lips return to mine. He steals my breath. A helpless moan falls between our lips. Eddie’s ringed fingers pull my lace to the side. They dip into the wet folds. The cool metal awakening every nerve in my body. My eyes widen. Our lips part, saliva still attaching us together. His tongue rests on my bottom lip. I gasp as two of his fingers enter my tight cunt again. His thumb returns to my clit, this time he cockily spells his name. It still sends a shock wave through my body. The coil in my belly tightens. His mouth finds my pulse again. He sucks on the spot, a little harder this time. Little moans and curses fall from my parted lips. My tongue hangs out, panting, begging for more.

“Eddie.” His name falls like a soft prayer. “Fuck, please…please baby. Please, Eddie.” I beg him for release.

Eddie smirks against my neck. He moves his lips to hover over mine. He growls.

“Say it again.” His fingers slow. His thumb nearly stops.

“Eddie!” I whine. “Please, make me cum. Please. Eddie.” I whimper. My eyes fill with tears from the amount of pleasure.

He kisses them away. His fingers return to their pace. His thumb slides rapidly across the slick of my clit. His rings leave pounding bruises against my cunt. I pant, continuing to beg as the coil tightens. I scream, my walls collapse around his fingers. But before I can release he pulls them from me. I whine again.

“Eddie! Enough teasing, please!” I cry. My eyes screw shut, bucking my hips. His hands stop them. I feel his body weight shift lower. My eyes dilate, bursting open. I find his gaze close to my dripping cunt. That smug devilish smile returns full force. His fingers hook onto my panties. He waits for permission. My breath hitches. “Please, Eddie.” I whimper softly.

He pulls the fabric down my legs, past my ankles and toss them across the room. His eyes fall onto my sopping cunt. He licks his lips, kissing from my knee to my thigh. Eddie’s eyes drift up my body. His Hellfire shirt pushed up over my torso, exposing my perky breasts. The curves of my body shaking in anticipating. My mouth hangs open, tongue wetting my lips as I watch him every movement. His eyes find my secret tattoo. Two blue butterflies fly between my hip bone and pelvic bone. The pads of his fingers smooth over the artwork. My eyes flutter, rolling back from the delicate touch. The tips of his fingers slide down my thigh, pulling them apart a little more. One of my legs hangs over his shoulder, the other falls off the couch. My tip toes are perched on the floor. His lips find my cunt, giving it soft kisses. I mumble curses, whimpers and moans. I try to buck, but his large hand rests on my lower belly, pushing down lightly. It only adds to the pleasure as his tongue begins to lap up and down my soaked slit. The tip of Eddie’s tongue draws circles on my clit. Another groan leaves my throat. His mouth attacks, sucking and eating my cunt as if it were his last meal. His tongue snakes out, quickly licking my clit up and down, side to side. I shake violently.

“Ah, Eddie! Don’t stop, please! Fuck!” I scream.

He sucks on my clit for a while, before returning to lick my hole. His tongue delving into my tight little hole. He laps up the juices, devouring me swiftly. My fingers lace through his curls, tugging hard. I push his head down further, begging for more friction. He obliges. In a sudden surprise, Eddie rolls us off the couch. I land on his chest. He pulls me back onto his mouth.

“Bounce baby. If I’m breathing I’m doing it wrong.” He gasps, going back in for more pussy.

I do as he asks. I bounce on his face, grinding against his mouth. The tip of his nose brushes my clit, as my hips swivel across his plump lips. It’s just the friction I need, as his tongue focuses on my hole and folds. I moan, throwing my head back. His name spills from my tongue over and over and over. My hands still gripping his hair. I fuck his face. I feel his chest tighten, just a few more…

“Ah Fuck!” I scream, releasing all over him.

He rolls me onto my back. His head still buried between my legs. His tongue laps up every ounce of cum that spills from my pussy. He licks and sucks my clit again. The sensitive bud ignites, causing me to squirm away. But Eddie won’t allow it. He flicks the bundle of nerves until I scream again,

“Eddie!” I cry. I cum for a second time, all over his face.

Once he’s had his fill. He lifts from between my thighs, perched on his elbows. His chin glistens with my cum. We breath heavily. My head falls back. My legs shake, spreading farther apart on the itchy carpet. Eddie’s body climbs onto mine. He pulls my head forward, kissing my parted lips. I can taste myself. Sweet and tangy, just like before.

“You taste so good, princess.” He praises. “Think you can give me one more, good girl?” He asks. I nod, kissing his lips again.

He pulls off his boxers as we deepen our kiss. We break apart, noses still nuzzled together. He discards his boxers into the darkness. I peer down. He’s big. Really big. I have nothing to compare it too, but God…I gulp. My cheeks flush a redder tone.

“Eddie,” I moan, as his cock rubs against my clit. “I’ve, I’ve never done this before.” I shy away.

His fingers wrap under my chin. Our eyes meet. His are soft in the glow of the candle light.

“I…I haven’t either.” He confesses bashfully. “And we don’t have to…”

“I want to. Please, Eddie.” I beg, gripping his shoulder.

I push my hips up, rubbing his cock with my sopping cunt. He groans.

“Fuck, I gotta grab a condom from my room.” He lifts himself up. I pull him back down.

I shake my head. “I’m on the pill, baby. I wanna feel you. I wanna feel you cum all over my walls. Please, Eddie.” My voice is unrecognizable again.

Eddie’s eyes widen. The blacks of his eyes grow darker. A growl escapes his throat as he line himself up. He pushes the tip in first. The stretch causes tiny whimpers to fall from my lips. Eddie kisses me, as he pushes deeper. The intensity of the kiss only masks the pain of the stretch. He bottoms out, finally. Tears prick my eyes as I adjust to his size. He kisses away my tears. His lips pepper light marks across my face and down my neck. I tug his hair, bringing his eyes to mine. I nod, signaling him to move. He pulls out half way, slowly thrusting back in. The pain causes more whimpers, but soon a roll of pleasure forms. I breath him in. My lips part, pants escape. Our eyes never breaking.

“Harder, Eddie. Please.” I beg. He obliges. He pumps into my tight cunt, nearly pulling all the way out before thrusting back in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight princess!” He moans, nuzzling into my neck.

His hands hold my waist. My legs wrap firmly around his. Eddie thrust harder into my swollen cunt. I feel my walls sucking him in further. His tip hits my cervix, over and over and over again. He feels like he was made for my pussy. The roaring cries of pleasure fill the room. Eddie moves one of his hands to my neck, wrapping it loosely around my pulse.

“Choke me.” I demand. My eyes filled with lust.

His pupils dilate. His grip tightens. His one ring pressing firmly against my pulse. My walls tighten as he strangles me. His pumps grow quicker, rougher. The room dims, I tap his hand, telling him to release my throat. He does. His lips pepper my pulse with kisses. His hand slides back down my body. Holding me closer to him. We move as one. My hips buck into his. The pleasure feels unreal. The coil in my belly returns, clenching. It feels like his cock will burst through my stomach, like from the movie Alien. Eddie hits a spot. A guttural moan falls from my mouth. Our eyes lock. He pushes into me harder, faster. His pace grows sloppy. I claw at his back, causing him to roar.

“Eddie! Fuck, I’m…ah…Eddie!” His name spills like a prayer.

“Fuck, fuck. Ah, Y/N!” He screams, as we climax together.

I feel his seed paint my walls. My cunt sucking him dry, pulling him in further. I dare not let him go. Eddie pumps a few more times, ensuring he’s completely empty. He stills inside me. Our breaths catch. We look fucked out. His head falls on my chest. His hair tickles my nose. I laugh, he joins me. Eddie rolls us over. His semi-hard dick slips out. I gasp at the sudden loss. My head is now buried in his chest. Our legs tangle together. His Hellfire shirt falls back down my torso.

Eddie smirks at the look. His seed spilling out of his spent girlfriend, who’s only wearing his Hellfire shirt. He may never wash it again. Wait…girlfriend? Eddie’s mind reels. Blood has yet to return to its proper place. Now is not the time to think. Just bask in the after glow of the first time.

The smell of sex fills the air. Giggles escape our lips. Eddie kisses the top of my head. I kiss his chest.

“Wow.” We breath.

Stupid smiles paint our faces. His fingers dance along my waist, outlining the tattoo again. I hum, enjoying the touch.

“I’m itching for another one.” I whisper.

“Give me a few minutes and we can go another round baby.” He teases.

I slap his chest lightly. “I meant another tattoo.” I snicker. He pulls me tighter. His fingers returning to outline my hip. “But, if you’re offering another round…” I coo. My face lifting to meet his. “Make a con save for me.” I lick his lips.

“Oh, so you wanna keep talking like that?” Eddie teases again. He quickly stands up and throws me over his shoulder. He races down the hall, and tosses me onto his bed. His lips press harshly against mine. “Buckle up princess. You’re in for a long night in the dungeon.” His DM voice growls as his cock hardens again.

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