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“Personally, I think it’s bullshit.” Eddie shouted to his table, hands flying up in protest. “I should get a free pass to graduation. The whole town had a witch hunt for me, blamed me for brutally murdering like four people, and what? I still have to go to school?” He huffed, folding his arms across his chest in defeat.
“Bullshit, is what I call it.” Dustin chimed in.
“Let’s just hope you actually graduate this time.”
“I don’t wanna hear it from you, Gareth.” Eddie glared at him.
Eddie looked around, trying to tune out his friends as Dustin started to go on about something, getting into it with Mike.
School had started only about two weeks ago, so Eddie was still sour about his lack of diploma. In a few months he'd turn twenty one and he was still in high school. How sad is that?
He didn’t realize he was pouting until Gareth nudged him and called him on it.
“You’re telling me you wouldn’t be pissed?” Eddie yelled at the other boy louder than he’d meant for it to come out, but everyone was used to his outbursts so no one really cared.
The table went back to its usual chaotic chatter, Eddie a little less talkative than normal but his attention was drawn when Dustin spoke up.
“Who is that?” Eddie searched to find the person in question. It could have been anyone really, but when his eyes fell on her, he knew who Dustin was talking about.
It seemed as though she was heading towards their table. She wore the tightest, shortest shorts Eddie had ever seen over a pair of fish nets, paired with a simple, black crop top and a leather jacket. She was covered in tattoos and had a motorcycle helmet under her arm.
As she got closer his heartbeat pounded and it felt as though it skipped a beat when she met his eyes. Eddie could have swore she winked at him, but his fantasy was shattered when she plopped down next to Gareth.
The nameless maiden put her legs up comfortably on the table, as though she’d sat there for years and rested her head on Gareth's shoulder.
The feeling that washed over Eddie was unmistakably jealousy.
-
When you sat down, the whole table was staring at you in what you could only assume was confusion, possibly mixed with a bit of fascination as there wasn’t a single other female at their table and the ones throughout the school, looked nothing like you all in frilly shirts and pink dresses.
“Oh, guys. This is Y/n.” Gareth wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Sorry, I meant to tell you guys. She just moved here from Georgia.”
No one said anything for a moment, until the Ozzy wanna-be opened his mouth.
“Who said you could sit here?” You raised your eyebrow. “Club members only.” He glared at you.
“I did.” You spat back with an unamused face. Who does this guy think he is anyway? He doesn't own this table. “Who told you it’s ok to not shower?”
A wave of shock spread over his face but it was quickly wiped away, replaced by a frown and furrowed brows.
“Listen princess-” You were already half way out of your seat but he was interrupted by Gareth who nudged his shoulder.
The entire table was wide eyed, looking back and forth rapidly between the two of you. Clearly no one had put this guy in his place before.
“Dude chill.” He leaned back in his seat with a sour face. “Sorry about Eddie, he’s just a bit.. eccentric. He doesn't really like new people.”
You knew plenty of boys like Eddie. Ones that thought they owned shit just because they had a few lost souls wrapped around their finger. But he’d have a rude awakening if he tried to tell you what you can and can’t do again.
“Eddie-“ you whispered in Gareth's ear, “is a Prick.” You said the last word a bit louder, staring straight at said prick.
Both you and Eddie were silent for the rest of lunch. The other boys picked back up their conversation but the tension was still high.
Thankfully, you hadn’t a single class with this Eddie character, but you were sure he’d be a constant annoyance from here on out.
-
When you were getting onto your bike, after school, you spotted Gareth getting into a shitty, old, white van. He spotted you and waved and you smiled back, kicking off your stand and taking off towards home.
Eddie watched you take off in his rear view mirror, not looking away until you disappeared. Gareth just sighed and got in the passenger seat.
When you pulled up to Gareth's house, well now your house, you saw Gareth's ride parked in the driveway but thought nothing of it, walking up to the garage. You knew he had band practice after school a lot, but there was no one out there. As soon as you walked into the kitchen though, you were met with Gareth, two of the older boys from the table, and Eddie. Great, now he’s in your house.
They were standing at the counter eating shitty gas station pizza and laughing at who knows what. They all looked up, then to Eddie, then to Gareth.
“She lives here?” Eddie asked through his teeth. Before Gareth could say anything, you spit back.
“You got a fucking problem with that?” You slammed your helmet down on the counter, leaning forward and awaiting an answer from Eddie but he said nothing. He knew if he spoke his distaste Gareth would, most likely, kick him out. And if he didn’t, you would. “‘S what I thought.” You stood up straight, crossing your arms under your bust. “Y’know, it is a shame.”
“What’s that?” Eddie grinned with curiosity.
“You were kinda cute before you opened your fucking mouth.” You pulled a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket and lit one up as you made your way to your room.
Eddie glanced at Gareth in utter confusion.
“What?”
“You don’t have an issue with her calling me cute?” Eddie asked like it was obvious.
“First of all, she’s fucking with you. She does that.” Gareth shrugged. “And second of all, why would I care if she was serious?”
Eddie threw his hands up.
“I mean it must be pretty serious between you two if she’s living with you! Id be pretty upset if my-“ Gareth looked at him with disgust.
“Y/n is my cousin.”
-
In your room, you changed into your pajamas, aka: an old pair of shorts from probably eighth grade and a way too big Black Sabbath t-shirt you’d cut in half. You hadn’t bothered to take your make up off though because it seemed like too much work. You had a twisted sister cassette playing in your walkman as you smoked a freshly rolled joint. One nice thing about your mom was that she didn’t care if you smoked, but Aunt Margret wasn’t home much anyway so it didn’t really matter.
You were interrupted, though, when someone opened your door with a little too much force. You sat up to see Gareth.
You pulled your headphones off.
“What’s up?”
“Hey, sorry.” He started. “I just wanted to let you know they’re all gone.” Gareth walked over to sit on the edge of your bed.
“Ok?”
“I just wanted you to know, so you don’t have to worry about him if you wanna come out of your room. I know he can be a dick sometimes.”
“Gareth, you don't have to worry about me. I can handle him.” Gareth chuckled.
“I know you can.” He paused for a moment and looked at you. “You know he thought we were dating?”
“What?!” You yelled louder than you'd meant to. You made a gagging noise and Gareth laughed again.
“That's what I said.”
“What an idiot.” You scoffed.
“Yeah he kind of is an idiot.” He started to pick at his cuticles, looking at the floor. “So-“ he started hesitantly. “My band has this show thing tomorrow night.” He glanced at you, hopeful. “Eddie’ll be there, but I’d really love for you to come?” He said.
“Gareth, of course I’ll be there! I haven’t got to hear you play in years.” Gareth smiled. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
-
Eddie didn’t say anything to you at lunch the next day, and you did the same and when you got home, his van was already pulling away. So your day went pretty smooth. You could only hope it would be the same tonight at Gareth's show.
Gareth had given you the address to some little hole-in-the-wall-bar downtown. He’d warned you their crowd was usually about five drunk, homeless guys but you insisted you’d be there.
Honestly, the place wasn’t so bad. Compared to some of the shit holes you’d snuck into back home, it was a really nice bar. The outside was a bit tattered, old cement crumbling here and there but the interior was hip. There were two mini bars on either side, and straight ahead was the stage. It was small but nicely acclimated. It was dark, with lots of neon lamps and signs. Glow-in-the-dark spray paint covered the walls. Very punk. You thought. You could see yourself hanging there often.
You took a seat at one of the bars, making good use of your fake ID and ordering a long island. The few people there were actually pretty nice, at least the ones you spoke to. You’d made company with the youngest person there; a girl in her early twenties. Her name was Jen and she had short blue hair. You’d showed earlier than you’d meant to so you let her entertain you while you waited, pretending to argue when she bought you another drink. To be honest, you almost forgot why you were there until the boys started to set up.
“Have you heard them before?” Jen asked.
“Oh!” you startled, becoming a little tipsy after three drinks. “Yeah, yeah. The drummers my cousin.” you took another sip. “That’s why I’m here actually.”
“Oh, so you're not here to pick up girls like me?” The question startled you. You’d hooked up with your fair share of women, lots similar to Jen actually but it was always an under the table arrangement. Not that you were ashamed of your sexuality, you weren’t ashamed of anything but it was a bit of an inconvenience getting hate crimed, so you usually kept that to yourself. So when this girl asked such a question, very much not under her breath, you were startled.
“Don’t worry,” she continued after you didn’t answer. “This is a safe place. We’re all outcasts here.” That was true, no one here fit in so that’s why you decided to roll with it.
“Well, I wouldn’t say this is the best joint to pick up girls.” you both laughed, probably a little too hard, the liquor taking control.
-
Jen and you chatted as the boys played and time flew. You hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. You didn’t have many friends back in Georgia, and hadn’t really had the chance to make any new ones here in Hawkins. You had Gareth, but it was nice to have another girl to talk to.
As the boys were wrapping up, playing their last song, Eddie came up in conversation.
“Oh my god, that dude is such a dick.” Jen gave you a look, encouraging you to elaborate. “He’s one of those who thinks his shit doesn't stink. He tried to push me around when Gareth introduced us.” you laughed in distaste. “But it’s also painfully obvious that he wants to fuck me.”
“Those are the worst.”
“Terrible.” The boys were now dragging their equipment off the stage, you knew you’d have to get going soon but you really didn’t want to.
“I have an idea.”
“Hm?” you looked at Jen. She leaned in closer to whisper.
“Wanna make him hate you even more? Fuck me instead.”
-
After all signs of Corroded Coffin had been removed from the stage, Gareth jogged up to you. You were standing, with Jen close by your side.
“Y/n!” he gave you a side hug and you laughed, ruffling his hair. It was hard not to get excited for him, even if he only got handful of people in the crowd. You grew up with this kid, he’d always had a passion for music, so you’d always support him, no matter what. “What’d ya think?” he asked excitedly.
“You're so much better!” you giggled. “No, but seriously. I’m so proud of you. I know you’ll be big someday.”
“Who’s this?” Gareth asked, extending his hand to your friend.
“Jen.” she answered, shaking the hand she had been offered.
“We met at the bar.” Gareth knew all your secrets, including your sexuality, but you still tred lightly. “Uhm, would you be alright alone tonight? Jen’s invited me back to her place.” You waited for Gareth’s response. He looked between the two of you, then gave you a genuine smile.
“Yeah, have fun.”
-
Monday morning was a tough one. You’d had a long weekend. Though your little.. adventure was Friday night, Saturday you had a pretty narley hang over. You slept all day, but your headache bled into Sunday and Gareth’s band practice didn’t help. You stayed in your room most of the day, wanting to enjoy as much of your Eddie free weekend as possible before Monday. But Monday came just as quick. You’d still forced yourself to pick out a semi decent outfit and put on a lazy face of makeup after sleeping through your three alarms.
The cold August air of Indiana was not kind to anyone who’s only transportation was a bike, so by the time you got to school you were freezing. You warmed up by third period, but just as you rid one problem, you were tasked with another; lunch.
You’d hoped it’d be as peaceful as Friday but, of course, Eddie could only keep his mouth shut for so long.
You sat down with your tray of sub-par food and tossed your helmet on the table but before you could even take a bite, the dam known as Eddie’s big mouth burst.
“So, Y/n.” you sighed. “Have a lot of fun Friday?” he said it so nonchalantly, not even looking up from his plate or bothering to swallow the food in his mouth.
“Yeah actually, I really enjoyed getting to hear Gareth play again.” you took a bite of your food. “But the guitar player sucked.” Everyone turned their eyes to you, waiting for Eddie to fire back but instead he said calmly,
“No, no. I mean after, with that little whore, Jennifer.” you whipped your head up, seething. You could scream at him until his ears bled, but that’s what he wanted. No, you were going to push back.
“Oh, so much.” you grinned. “Why do you ask?” you didn’t wait for him to answer. “You jealous?” his face fell. “Wish I’d came home with you instead, fucked you instead?” you’d caught him in his own trap. He opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off again.
“Or maybe you just wish you could have watched. You go home and fuck your fist thinking about it? Hm?” Gareth nudged you, giving you a panicked look, begging you to stop. “No.” you said to him.
“Y’know, just maybe, if you weren’t such a tool, you're little wet dream could have become a reality. But, as always, when you men think you don’t have a chance, instead of trying, you sabotage yourself. You think women will think it’s sexy, being a bone headed ass hole. Now that may work on the rest of the girls here, but I’m not them.” you shrugged your shoulders, giving a ‘tough shit’ look. “You dug your own grave.” you said, sitting back and taking a sip of water, content with your speech.
-
After a shit morning, your day actually went splendidly. After your little speech, you were content. It sure shut Eddie up, and the rest of the table along with him. If it wasn’t clear you’d rip any of their heads off if they said a single word to you before, it was now. But in all honesty the rest of the guys were actually pretty ok. You couldn’t comprehend why any of them hung around such a douche like Eddie but that was their own problem. He was off your back now.
Gareth had warned you they had a campaign tonight and that it would probably run well through the afternoon and into the night, but you weren't bothered. They would be set up in the backroom, probably too consumed in their fantasy to even notice if you passed through.
By four o’clock, they were already set up and you were in your room, having the time of your life. You had your record player on, playing your favorite album from Metalica, ‘Kill em’ All’, on max volume and a freshly rolled joint in hand. This was paradise.
After you'd smoked away all your weed, it was getting dark and you were starving. You made your way out of your room, heading towards the kitchen but you heard an uproar coming from the backroom. Your curiosity got the better of you so you went to see what all the fuss was about.
The boys sat at their fold out table, hunched over and leaning in towards the head of the table, where Eddie sat. He looked caught up in his own little world, saying something you couldn’t hear through the closed door. He had a face of someone who knew they’d already won, and everyone else was on the edge of their seat. Suddenly, Eddie jumped up from his chair, yelling something you assumed wasn’t good by the others’ reactions. Smug asshole.
You never understood the point of D&D, no matter how many times Gareth explained it, but they all seemed so into it.
-
Eddie jumped up in victory, laughing. It was a great night, for him anyway, the guys were less than pleased when Mike rolled a six.
Eddies attention was drawn away from the table though, when he saw you. You were bent over, fetching a can of pringles from the bottom of the pantry and your pajamas did little to hide your body. Your skin looked soft, supple, painted with ink up and down you legs. He didn’t mean to stare, but he didn’t stop himself when he realized.
You stood up straight, seemingly having found what you were looking for but he never looked away as you walked back to your room. His eyes were set on their target.
“Dude.” Gareth spoke, effectively pulling Eddie from his trance.
“What? I can look.”
“She’d kill you if she knew.” Maybe you would, but Eddie couldn’t go on like this much longer.
-
You’d almost fallen asleep, back in your room. A long yet productive day, mixed with a lot of weed making rest seem all the more desirable. However, the universe had different plans.
Just as sleep was about to whisk you away to peaceful bliss, there was a, very aggressive, knock at your door. You ignored it at first, but then it came again, louder and more frantic this time. Reluctantly, you got up going to see what the fuss was.
“Gareth what on earth could be so important-” you stopped short when you opened the door, only to see Eddie. “What the fuck?” This was not the time. Eddies face was the last thing you wanted to see right now and you were not in the mood to bicker with a little ego-ed man.
“Are you gay?”
“Is this why you woke me up?” Clearly Eddie had already made his assumptions of you, why would he come to your room just to ask a stupid question like that? “Listen, I do not want to talk about my sexual history right now, especially with you but I’m tired and I’d like to get rid of you as soon as possible so open your ears. I’ll say this once.” He already knew you’d slept with Jen, so it’s not like he could blackmail you any more. “I fuck women, I fuck men. Goodbye.” you went to shut the door, but Eddie jammed his foot in. You grunted.
“So why won’t you fuck me?”
“Excuse me?” Who does this guy think he is?
“Tell me.”
“Because you’re a tool. You think you know everything, and that you’ll get whatever you want by acting like a child.” Maybe it was the weed messing with you, but his face looked soft. He didn’t have that infamous cocky grin or pouty face that he got when you told him off. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he looked sorry.
“Listen-” He started.
“No. I’m not done.” You crossed your arms, looking him dead in the eye. “You are a prick. And like I told you, your cute. It’s a real waste, because when I saw you, my intentions were set on fucking you, ruining you but as we’ve established, I can’t stand you.”
You waited for a response, but none came.
“Are we done here?” you questioned.
“Can I just say something?” Anything to get him to leave.
“You have thirty seconds.”
“Listen, when I saw you walking over to our table, I panicked. I thought you were fucking gorgeous, and I wanted nothing more in that moment than to make you mine but then you sat down next to Gareth. You guys seemed so comfortable together, and I had no idea he even had a cousin so I assumed the worst. I was so fucking jealous and I didn’t know what to do with myself. And then when I found out you were cousins, I realized I’d already dug myself into a hole and I didn’t know how to get out so I just kept being a dick and-”
“You’re rambling.”
“What I’m trying to say is I’m a fucking idiot and I’m sorry. So ridiculously sorry. I know I blew my chance a long time ago, but I don’t want you hating my guts.”
You didn’t know what to say. This all felt like a drug enduced fever dream. The guy you’d spent your entire time here in Hawkins hating with your whole heart because he didn’t know when to shut the fuck up, was pleading at your door for you to forgive him. The guy who thought he was the king of the world, calling himself an idiot for being an unbearable ass just so you would forgive him.
“A little self reflection looks good on you.” you smirked, leaning against the door frame. Though you were glad to see some remorse on his face for a change, you didn’t like the fact that he looked mere seconds from bursting into tears.
With lack of good judgment, you reached out to wipe the corner of his eye. He looked up at you, with pure confusion.
“Don’t cry, big boy.” you smiled softly at him, but he still looked shocked, confused, just as you’d felt moments ago.
You contemplated your options in your head. You could tell him you forgave him and send him home with a clear conscience, or say nothing and shut him out if you were feeling especially cruel but neither of those options really appealed to you.
Even though your distaste for Eddie had always been true, it killed you a little bit inside each time you snapped at him. You never wanted to hate him. Every day you wished he’d never opened his big mouth so you could of fucked him happily without any repercussion but that was a fantasy, until now.
So, in a moment of impulse, you pulled him in through the door. He opened his mouth but you stopped him.
“Dont.” You pulled him closer, so your chests met. “Just-” and as your last sane thought disappeared, you closed the gap between you, letting your lips touch his. You pulled him in by the back of his neck, but he yanked away, looking at you with wide eyes.
“I’m not messing with you ok?” You twirled a strand of hair on the back of his head and he shivered. “You wanna fuck me so bad, then do it before I change my mind.” You saw something register in his eyes, and he kissed you.
You let him guide you backwards, closer to the bed. You wanted to blame the weed, you really did but you weren’t high anymore and you knew it. You’d sobered up hours ago. Clearly you were far from in your right mind, but you knew what you were doing.
He grabbed at your waist and it sent a shiver through your body. You could feel the indent of his rings through the sheer material of your shirt.
“Is this really happening?” Eddie asked.
“Shush.” you shut him up, once again latching onto his mouth.
It all seemed too good to be true, and maybe it was but right now you didn’t care. All you could think about was how good he tasted and how hard he was against your thigh.
You started to unbuckle Eddie’s jeans, wasting no time letting your hand dip into his boxers. He was already hard, and his dick was leaking. It took you by surprise. You hadn’t even touched him yet. It was like he’d been thinking about this all night, effectively working himself up way too early.
“How long you been thinking about this moment?” you asked with a cocky little grin. You only realized how distraught he looked when you turned your gaze back to his face. It was truly a beautiful sight. Eddie’s face was beet red and his eyes were squeezed shut. He bit the bottom of his lip, seemingly trying to gather himself.
“Days.” he said under his breath and it stroked your ego. You loved the way the table had turned as soon as you pulled him in your room.
“Oh yeah?” You brushed the tip of his cock with your thumb, ever so teasingly and he sucked in an audible breath. “You touch yourself thinking about me?” He nodded frantically. Normally, if you found out someone did something like that you’d slap the shit out of them but it stirred something inside you and to be fair, you couldn’t judge. A few times when you were satisfying your own arousal, a familiar head of brown locks and crooked, ringed fingers had crossed your mind.
“What’d you think about?” you leaned up to nip at his ear. “What did you do to me in your fantasy? Tell me exactly.” He actually whimpered, thrusting into your hand, begging for friction. You gave his weeping dick a slow pump of encouragement.
“I kissed you.” he said through a shaky breath. “All over. Traced your tattoos with my tongue n’ left marks all over you.” The thought of Eddie marking you up made your pussy pulse. You imagined him filling in the gaps of un-inked skin with dark purples and reds until your body was completely covered. You encouraged him to keep going with another pump.
“Then I sucked on your tits until you screamed, left teeth marks.” His face was even redder, whether from embarrassment or the fact he was about to cream his pants, you weren’t sure.
“Oh yeah? You wanna suck on my tits? Milk me dry?” he nodded with fervor. You spun him around and finally sat him down on the bed. You startled his hips before pulling your shirt over your head.
You saw so many thoughts run through his mind, staring as he realized.
“They’re-”
“Mhm.” You smirked, nudging him forward and he happily latched onto one of your nipples. You couldn’t help but moan as his tongue flicked the little metal rod. The adrenaline of this whole situation was catching up with you and your body was becoming more and more sensitive by the second. You needed more.
You grabbed the back of his head, making sure he wouldn’t pull away and saddled one of his thighs so you could get some friction. You ground down against his thigh, moaning again when you finally got some much needed attention.
You ground harshly against him but you weren’t satisfied. You yanked his hand from your other breast and shoved it into your shorts, guiding his hand with your own until he found your clit.
“Right there.” you moaned, fucking up against his fingers. For someone as sensitive and whiny as he was, there was no doubt he had experience, either that or he was a fucking Demi-god because the way he manipulated his fingers to hit just the right spot sent shivers down your spine.
You guided his hand once more, urging him to fuck you with it and he got the hint. He sunk his middle finger in until his ring caught on your entrance. The cold contrast of metal to his warm fingers sent a welcome shock through you.
He soon added a second, successfully fucking you on his fingers but it still wasn’t enough, you needed your shorts off and a dick inside you, now.
“Eddie, Eddie.” you nudged him away from your chest and he pulled off with a whine which only stirred the heat in your belly even more.
You stood, wasting no time in pulling down your shorts and panties in one go. Eddie just stared, mesmerized.
“What are you waiting for? Take your fucking clothes off.” Eddie fumbled to get his shirt over his head and you crawled overtop of him, helping him to get his bottoms off. You sat on his hips, taking his length into your hand once again, eliciting yet another yelp from the man beneath you. You gently stroked his length, reaching over with your other hand to rummage through your night stand for a condom.
“You’re not gonna nut as soon as you get inside me, are you?” you asked, looking down at his very red cock. You could literally see his pulse in the vein that ran down his length. He shook his head.
“Promise.” You couldn’t help but smile. He was so sweet when he was under you. So malleable to your every touch.
When you found one of the familiar foil packets you’d been fishing for, you wasted no time ripping it open and rolling it onto Eddie’s cock. He whimpered quietly, but kept his cool. You leaned down, breathing hotly against his ear.
“How did you fuck me in your dream?” he groaned but didn’t answer. “C'mon now, use your big boy words.” you kissed his neck just below his ear, giving it a sharp bite before pulling back to look down at him.
He was frustrated, you could tell. His face was still bright red and his brows were furrowed.
“I want you to use me, just how you imagined.” You were surprised when Eddie grabbed your waist tightly, flipping your positions and pushing you down onto your stomach. He pulled you up by your waist and you steadied yourself on your elbows.
Eddie leaned over you, pressing his chest to your back. He nipped at the back of your neck, sucking what was no doubt a dark bruise into the once untouched skin. He came to nip at your ear before whispering.
“Can I please fuck you?” his voice was low, overtaken by lust and it did things to you.
“Fuck me good, Munson.” Eddie sat up straight, hands taking purchase on your waist. His thumb brushed over the small of your back, the rest of his fingers soon following. He traced the fine lines of your tattoo with his finger. He was getting distracted.
“Eddie.” you pushed back against him, reminding him of the task at hand. “Fuck me before I change my mind and leave you to drive home with what is surely a painful boner.” Eddie quickly took his dick in his hand and lined it up with your dripping cunt.
The two of you moaned in tandem as he pushed the tip of his cock into you. There was a stretch but it was good and Eddie was gentle, maybe too gentle but you didn’t complain.
His hips stuttered when he bottomed out but he gave you a chance to adapt to the feeling.
“Ok, Eddie. You can move already.” Eddie didn’t move though, and said nothing. You looked back to see what was going on. Eddies head was bowed low, hair falling around his face and he was biting down hard on his lip, face screwed in concentration. The sight was downright sinful, him holding a tight grip on your ass as he tried not to cum too quickly. “It’s ok, big guy, take your time.” You couldn’t help teasing him a little though, so you clenched around him.
Eddie gripped you even tighter, which you hadn’t thought possible until now.
“Y/n, stop.” the sternness of his voice surprised you but you didn’t hate it. Eddie started to pull out before giving a test thrust. Both of you moaned.
He paused before drawing his hips again. He slowly started to get into a rhythm. His pace was still pretty slow, but his thrusts were deep. He found your g-spot and fucked up against it.
“There. Right there.” you moaned. Eddie did his best to keep hitting the right spot, but his rhythm was beginning to crumble, his thrusts becoming more inconsistent and more frantic. You knew he was close and so were you, but you weren’t done with him yet.
You reached back, pulling one of his hands from your ass and placed it around your neck. You squeezed, trying to give him a hint. He didn’t squeeze though, so you looked back at him. He looked puzzled but there was something else to him that you couldn’t name. Awe?
“Do it.” Instead of tightening his grip, he flipped you over so that you were lying on your back. Before your brain could catch up to your body, one of your legs were over his shoulder and he was pinning you down by your throat. His face was unsure, but you nodded and he finally squeezed.
You could feel your brain loosing oxygen and it was dizzying, in the best way. He slammed back into you, making your mouth fall open in a silent scream. Your senses were overwhelmed and you knew you were about to cum.
You looked up at Eddie and his face was angelic. He looked so blissed out but still so concentrated at the task at hand. You could tell he was trying with everything he had not to cum. He wanted you to finish first.
His face, combined with the quiet whines he let out under his breath as he fucked into you meticulously pushed you over the edge.
A wave of pleasure ran through you. You could feel your walls clamping around Eddie, and so could he if the little ‘fuck.’ he whispered was any tell. He kept fucking you until his hips stuttered and he filled the condom with his own climax.
He stayed that way, hunched over you, holding onto your thighs with great strength, for a while.
You reached up, gently placing your hand on his cheek and pulling his gaze back to you. He looked so submissive, so soft to your touch. Looked as though he would run into a burning building at your whim. He was wrapped around your finger with the vise of a boa.
Eddie finally pulled out, lazily tying off the condom and tossing it to the floor to be taken care of at a later time before collapsing on your chest.
“Such a good boy.” you ran your fingers through his hair, other hand gently rubbing his back and you could feel his muscles relax. “Did so good for Mommy.” Eddie groaned, nuzzling his face against your chest. You couldn’t help but giggle. “You pretty thing.” You kissed the top of his head.
You weren’t sure why, but you thought you might be starting to get a soft spot for this boy. It was hard not to when he showed his true colors. Sure, he was a complete douche bag to you, even if it was all a ruse, but you thought maybe just this time you could forgive him because, in all honesty, you didn’t want this to be one time.
“I really wanted to eat you out.” Eddie mumbled. The thought was more than appealing, but you were both too tired.
“Next time.” Eddie picked his head up to look at you.
“Next time?”
“Yeah. Next time.” He smiled, a big, pure, excited smile and laid back down on your chest.
It was probably reckless, you didn’t really know this guy but you had a feeling you wanted to. Find out his birthday and his favorite color and all the silly little details. But the thought didn’t scare you, you looked forward to it.
“Eddie?” you whispered but you got no reply. You looked down, only to see his sleeping face. It was a school night, but you didn’t have the heart to wake him.
What could it hurt?