Wait For It….

Baby, I Can't Fight This Feeling

co-worker steve harrington x fem reader | enemies to lovers

A childhood (or maybe just downright childish) rivalry that began for reasons neither of you knew still rages between your co-worker, Steve Harrington, and yourself as adults. 

You’ve watched the rise and fall and weird somewhat rise again of King Steve, and now, you find yourselves having to share friends, work space, and god dammit if he touches your red vines one more fucking time –

A cocky attitude leads to an immature bet between your best friend, Eddie Munson, and Steve. 

One week to woo, to get her to swoon. One week to prove that Steve Harrington is back, and that his charm could work on anyone. 

Even you. 

key things to note - the warnings

Come Crashing Through Your Door

Can't Hold Out Forever

Getting Closer Than I Ever Thought

Cold, Dark Winter's Night

Forgotten What I Started Fighting For

I'm Following You, Girl

Afraid To Let It Show

Crawl Upon The Floor

Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore

You may have seen a different masterlist and two chapters of this posted awhile ago! I'm reposting my masterlist and I've revamped my storyline, including the first two chapters slightly. I had a tough time with the engagement difference between the masterlist and the first two chapters posting and it caused me a major roadblock - writing and confidence/joy in the story.

Now though, I've fallen back in love with the new story and I can't wait for you to read it. Any new love for it is greatly appreciated!

This is my last fic that will have a tag list.

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It starts out simple. Eddie notices that Steve sometimes spaces out, but no one really pays him much attention. Usually, he’ll try to enter back into the conversation, and he’ll earn a few eye rolls when he has no idea what anyone’s talking about.

But what really haunts Eddie is the way Steve will sometimes be zoned out with his jaw and fists clenched, looking as if he’s reliving the worst of the upside down. He’ll gradually come out of it, and sometimes Robin will nudge him and quietly whisper if he’s okay, but he just shakes it off.

It’s like he has to appear fine in front of everyone, but Eddie gets it. He’s not sure what the group would do if Steve fell apart.

But a few times, he looks like he’s on the verge of it.

One time, he’s far away enough from everyone that Eddie is able to inconspicuously make his way to the former jock and nudge him. “Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie asks.

Steve startles and Eddie watches as the tension in him increases then slowly releases until he appears “normal.”

Eddie grabs his wallet and sifts through it before finally finding what he wants. A single dull penny.

He hands it to Steve who takes it and starts fiddling with it. He glances back at everyone else to make sure they’re out of earshot before he answers, “I’m just scared that maybe this Vecna creep will return, you know? It’s happened four times by now. How do we know it’s over?”

Eddie takes a deep breath. He’s gone through the same thought process of wondering if he’ll be back. If life will return to hell again. But he can’t imagine what it’s been like for Steve whose done it multiple times.

But he’s been able to logic his way out of his anxiety before. “Well, we have Will who has the whole Spidey-sense thing going on, so we’ll know if he’s back but… remember what El said. She felt it. Like it was finished this time. For good.”

Steve just nods and Eddie sees the tiniest shred of anxiety slip away. “Plus,” Eddie continues, “Can’t let our hero boy do all the worrying or his strength might deplete. How about I do all the worrying and standing guard tonight, huh?”

Steve glances over at him for a second, and Eddie almost thinks he’s going to laugh him off or something. Instead, he lets out a shaky sigh, puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, and squeezes. “Thanks, man.”

Eddie watches as Steve pockets the penny and actually heads toward the group with a smile on his face. He smiles and looks around. Time to stand guard.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Eddie almost forgets about it, but it’s probably the whole not-getting-any-sleep-because-he-keeps-having-nightmares thing. It’s been a particularly bad week when he finds himself in the Harrington home with all the gremlins and other adults. He wants to be all bigger than life / life of the party, but his energy is gone.

He sits at the kitchen island on a barstool with his head in his hands, staring at the granite slab of the countertop when a hand and something slides into his view.

The hand pulls back and Eddie gets sight of a penny. What the-?

He looks up to see Steve sitting next to him with a small smile on his face. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asks.

Eddie stares at him and feels his heart flutter but he wills that to die down a bit. He shakes his head. “I don’t know, man. Just…” he glances off to see if anyone else is in earshot before continuing, “I keep getting these damn nightmares. Sometimes about… Chrissy… sometimes about random stressful shit, but they just won’t stop. It’s like although Vecna’s gone, he’s always here.”

Steve’s gaze has turned sympathetic as he runs a hand through his hair and looks around before lowering his voice. “I’ve been through the same thing, but I’ve found that it’s easier getting through the night with other people. Don’t tell anyone, but I snuck into Robin’s room for weeks after the whole Russian torture thing. But hey, if you want to crash here with me tonight, I’d be more than happy to have you.” Steve glances away from Eddie and runs a hand through his hair again as a faint blush appears on his cheeks. “Hell, you’d be helping me out too, man.”

Eddie considers it and immediately feels a wave of relief flood through him at the thought. He pockets the penny and squeezes Steve’s shoulder. “That’d be great. Thank you. Really,” Eddie says with a smile and eases himself off the barstool.

He hears Dustin raising his voice in the other room and Eddie says to Steve, “Time to ware out the children.”

Steve just laughs and joins him, but Eddie sees another tiny piece of tension leave his body.

-:-:-:-:-:-

It slowly becomes their thing. Eddie finds himself keeping pennies on himself at all times just in case, but by some strange fate, him and Steve always use that same penny.

Sometimes it pressed into Eddie’s palm, Eddie once throws it at Steve yelling, “catch!”, and sometimes it just appears in one of their vision.

The thoughts range from stupid things like Steve trying to remember if he turned off the oven to Eddie’s Dnd campaign to the overwhelming trauma from the Upside Down seeping into their lives.

Along with the penny becoming a regular thing, Eddie sleeping in Steve’s bed becomes a regular thing too. At first, it’s a bit awkward as they try to find out how much space each of them needs, what side of the bed they prefer, what they’re like in the mornings, and overall just how to be around each other when sharing a bed.

It shifts when one night, Eddie notices Steve staring at the ceiling wide awake. Eddie leans over the side of the bed where his pants are and digs into his pocket to retrieve the penny which he gently lays on Steve’s chest.

Steve glances down and carefully picks it up, twirling it as Eddie watches the coin slightly glint in the moonlight. There’s a deep breath and then Steve is saying, “I was just thinking about what if we… I don’t know. Like… held each other? Or rather, I was thinking that it would be nice to be held.”

Steve sets the penny down on the nightstand which indicates the end of his thoughts but he doesn’t dare turn to face Eddie. But Eddie is already scooting closer to press his body against Steve who instantly curls into Eddie’s embrace holding him as if he’ll escape if he tries to let go. But Eddie would never escape.

And every night they hold each other close with no questions asked and no penny needed.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Eddie’s feelings for Steve grow. He knows they’ve been there since the beginning, but with the whole penny thing, it’s like he has the key to all of Steve’s deepest thoughts and desires. He knows that Steve has access to his as well and is just thankful that Steve’s never given him the penny when Eddie’s been staring at him. He knows he can’t lie to Steve, and it may be dumb, but he especially can’t lie with that penny in sight.

So, he says nothing. He keeps holding Steve through the night, comforting him if he’s awoken from a particularly bad nightmare, but usually just laying there willing himself to stay awake as long as he can so he can bask in the sensation of holding Steve Harrington.

Then, one morning as Steve makes them breakfast, Eddie looks at him for a little too long, wondering how he’s been able to live his life without him when that penny is slid into his sight.

Eddie blinks down at it and swallows as Steve looks at him. “You,” Eddie blurts out, “I was just thinking about you.”

Eddie leaves the penny on the table because he knows that’s not enough of his thoughts. Steve turns back to scrape the eggs out of the pan onto a plate and put some butter on their toast before he turns back to Eddie. He doesn’t pry, but through the breakfast the penny stays in sight.

Eddie’s plate is clear when he finally fully answers, “I was just thinking about how much better my life has been since you’ve come into it, and… thank you.” He feels blood rise to his cheeks and finds Steve with a similar blush.

“I was thinking the same about you,” Steve responds and takes their plates to clean them before Eddie can respond.

He knows he’s falling in love with him.

-:-:-:-:-:-

It’s a few mornings later, and Eddie feels someone watching him. It doesn’t feel creepy or bad because he can feel the way that Steve has shifted to lean over him. Eddie opens his eyes slowly and takes in the view of Steve staring down at him with a small smile on his face. Eddie rolls towards his side of the bed, where his clothes are piled up and grabs the penny before rolling back to Steve.

He gently presses it into Steve’s hand who continues to stare down at him with a look in his eyes that Eddie can only assume is reflected in his own gaze.

Steve takes a deep breath and whispers, “I was just thinking that I might be in love with you.”

Eddie’s heart stutters, and he feels Steve’s hand shift to press the penny into his. Eddie smiles and replies, “I think I might be in love with you too.”

Steve smiles all wide and bright in the way that makes Eddie feel like he’s the luckiest person in the world to be able to see it. Then, Steve’s hand is intertwining with Eddie’s and as the penny presses into their palms, they both lean in and kiss, only breaking away when they both break into wide smiles and begin laughing as all the tension drains from them.

Years later, Eddie gets the penny turned into a ring and when he gets down on one knee, all he asks is, “Penny for your thoughts?”

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Movie Night | Remastered

Summary: Your regularly scheduled movie night with your best friend takes a turn when you end up watching porn together, after a few confessions you realise you could help each other out

Word Count: 9.7k

Content Warnings: 18+ Only, Smut, Virgin!Eddie, Oral Sex (Both m and f receiving), fingering, PIV (protected), Loss of virginity, Descriptions of a porn film, brief drug use (weed)

Author's note: Movie Night is without a doubt my most popular fic. I feel like my writing has improved a lot since I wrote it almost a year and a half ago and whilst reading it back recently it felt a little clunky so I decided to re-edit and give it a little glow up. The story has stayed the same, I just feels like it flows much better now in the beginning! If you enjoyed it the first time, maybe you will have just as much fun revisiting it! 💕 (And if it’s your first time reading this yes the films mentioned are real 80s porn films 😂)

There was something so comforting about Eddie’s bedroom. Pictures and band posters covered almost every inch of the weathered trailer’s walls. Knick knacks and odd little trinkets scattered across all surfaces along with magazines and various things that probably belonged in the trash. Guitars and amps in every corner, maybe the only things in the room placed with care. Half of his wardrobe was lazily tossed on the carpet. It was messy sure but it was Eddie, a perfect picture of his mind. You were lying on his unmade bed, tossing an old baseball you had plucked from his dresser into the air and catching it repeatedly. 

Eddie was your best friend, you had spent every Friday night for the last three years over at his trailer once his uncle Wayne had left for his night shift. The two of you would smoke from his personal stash, order takeout and chill out with some crappy movie from Family Video. You had graduated your senior year first time round while Eddie was now on his third attempt. You had briefly worried that leaving him behind would affect your friendship but if anything it had become stronger, not seeing each other at school all day, every day made you realise how much you missed each other leading to more time hanging out alone. He stayed behind for Hellfire on Fridays which more often than not ran late. You didn’t mind though, you knew how much the club meant to Eddie. You knew where the spare key was hidden, and after the first time you had sat on his porch waiting for close to an hour he had insisted you started letting yourself in.

Which is what led you to where you were now, alone on his bed, trying to keep yourself entertained until his return. Your next throw was a little misaligned and you almost tumbled off his bed as you stretched out to catch the ball. You missed and it hit his nightstand, rolling beneath his bed and out of sight. You groaned, comfortably wrapped in a cocoon of his sheets you reluctantly shuffled yourself to the floor. 

You stuck your arm out as far as you could reach and felt around blindly, knocking over several things that were not baseball shaped before you gave up and stuck your head under too. Oh hello you thought, brows piqued in curiosity when you spied a stack of magazines and two or three videotapes pushed far back behind the clutter. Of course you suspected it was porn, why else would it be hidden, albeit poorly so. You snorted as you pulled out the first magazine, lo and behold you were right on the money. With a smirk on your face you started to flick through the pages, taking note of which ones seemed more crumpled than others. 

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered what Eddie was into, you’d thought about it on multiple occasions. He may be one of your best friends but there was no denying that he was a very pretty boy. You had settled for his friendship, just grateful to be a part of his life even if you craved something deeper. If he ever tried to make a move on you even now, you would definitely let it happen. You flicked through a few of the magazines without coming across anything too scandalous. They were pretty generic, just your average girly mags. You had always been under the impression that Eddie was into something a little kinkier, sure he was a huge dork but there was something about his confidence and loud mouth that gave him an edge. That being said, a beautiful naked woman was still a beautiful naked woman generic or not, why wouldn’t he get off to them? Pushing the magazines aside you reached further beneath the mattress until you had hold of one of the video tapes, you scoffed at the title ‘In Diana Jones and The Temple of Poon’.

“Oh my God, Eddie,” you laughed as you stretched your arm to grab the other two. 

‘Erotic Nights of the Living Dead’ and a more normal looking one called ‘Insatiable’. You were so engrossed in reading the back covers of the tapes that you failed to hear the rumbling of his van pulling up outside the trailer, nor his clunky boots stomping up the concrete steps. You jumped at the sound of the trailer door swinging open and scrambled to shove the porn back beneath his bed. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough. Eddie sauntered into his room and froze when he realised what you had in your lap. 

“Have you been snooping?” He gasped, a hand held over his heart in mock insult. 

His tone was teasing so you knew he wasn’t mad but you still felt a pang of guilt for invading his privacy. 

“Yes,” you admitted, shoulders slumped forward. “But it was an accident I swear, I lost the baseball under the bed.”  

“Mmhm,” he hummed, arms crossed over his chest disapprovingly, lips pressed into a thin line. 

“I didn’t see anything,” you held your hands up once the last tape had been flung back under the bed out of sight. “It’s like nothing ever happened.”

“Oh I don’t care that you found my self care stash,” Eddie shrugged casually as you stood and followed him through to the front room, your cheeks burned hot at his choice of words. “But I fully expect to see yours next time we’re at your place, fair’s fair.” 

“I don’t have a stash,” your preferred porn came in the form of erotic novels instead of tapes but he didn’t need to know that. 

“Sure you don’t,” he shot you an over-exaggerated wink to let you know he didn’t believe you and flopped himself down on the couch. 

You smacked his feet out of the way and made yourself comfortable at opposite end. Eager to change the subject, you asked him how Hellfire went and he launched into a whole story about his latest campaign. You had never quite gotten the hang of DnD on the occasions you had sat in on Hellfire, and a lot of the time you didn’t fully understand what Eddie was talking about but you could listen to him talk about the things he was passionate about for hours. You loved hearing the excitement in his voice and you couldn’t get over how cute he looked when his eyes lit up with joy the way they were doing right now. It was clear how much Eddie loved Hellfire, so you loved that he wanted to share parts of it with you. You asked him about school, he asked you about work. You gossiped about the townspeople and laughed until your stomachs hurt.  A while had passed when you started to feel the empty pit of hunger and Eddie suggested ordering some food. 

“Pizza good?” 

“Sure,” You agreed, stretching your legs across the sofa as he walked over to the phone. “What movie did you get?” 

“I didn’t get the movie,” he turned to you with a confused expression. “You were supposed to get the movie.”

“Nope, you definitely said you would call at Family Video on your way home from Hellfire,” you told him confidently. 

“Why would I say that when I was already running late?” 

“Well it was obviously before you were running late. How would you know you were going to be late ahead of time?” 

“Well I guess we aren’t watching a movie then,” he concluded. 

You were both as stubborn as each other and he knew you would be playing the blame game all night if he didn’t cut your bickering short. 

“I dunno, we could always watch Erotic Nights of the Living Dead,” you only half joked. 

He spun on his heel, brows disappearing beneath his wispy bangs as he stared at you in disbelief. You couldn’t tell whether he was amused or horrified by your suggestion so you decided to play it safe. 

“Kidding,” you rolled your eyes and he scoffed, picking up the phone to order the pizza.  

Once he had hung up the phone he disappeared to his room and returned with two pre-rolled joints. You smoked while you waited for your food to arrive and complained about the lack of decent shows as you tried to agree on something to watch on the tv. A knock on the door forced you to settle on reruns of an old cartoon whilst Eddie jumped up to grab the pizza. Your stomach growled as the aroma hit your senses and you wasted no time digging into your half of the cheesy deliciousness. Eddie however was a little slower as he carefully flicked the black olives off your choice of the Italian sausage pizza. It made you smile knowing that he didn’t like them, yet he always ordered it anyway because it was your favourite. When your bellies were full you cycled through the channels one more time and groaned when you still found nothing of appeal to either of you. 

“It’s Friday night!” You complained. “How is there not a single good thing to watch?” 

Eddie stretched his arms above his head and blew a raspberry between his lips as he stared blankly at the god awful soap opera currently on the screen. Your gaze was immediately drawn to the delicious trail of hair disappearing below his belt and you were powerless to stop your mind from wandering to the most sinful places. 

“I mean, we actually could watch the zombie porn?” You suggested. 

“Are you serious?” He snickered, his nervousness given away by the way his voice rose several octaves. 

“Yeah,” you shrugged, desperately hoping you appeared nonchalant. “I’m kinda curious, is it good?” 

“No,” he laughed properly this time. “It’s fucking terrible.” 

“Then why do you have it?” You questioned. 

“I dunno? I like horror movies. I like porn. My horny brain thought what’s not to love? Turns out those are two things that should never be mixed together.”

“Ugh,” you grimaced in agreement. “Okay so we could watch one of the other ones then?” 

“You really wanna watch porn together?” 

He couldn’t believe you were actually proposing this. Despite how close you were, sex had never been a topic of conversation between the two of you. He didn’t have anything to discuss anyway. Eddie was still a virgin, the only stories he would have to tell you were of him and his own right hand. 

Eddie was aware that you lost your virginity long ago. You had told him the first time it happened and then never mentioned hooking up with anyone again for which he was grateful, he didn’t think he could handle the kind of raging jealousy he felt that first time. He had considered shooting his shot and asking you out on a real date but you seemed pretty content being his friend. 

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal,” you pressed. 

You didn’t even know why you were pushing it so hard. You had been curious about the tapes but they weren’t worth making things weird between you and Eddie. Perhaps you were just more stubborn than you liked to admit. You’d committed to the idea now and you weren’t backing down unless he was totally, one hundred percent repulsed by it. Eddie was staring, round eyed and slack jawed as he waited for your inevitable “just kidding”, which of course never came. 

“Alright fuck it,” he scoffed, shrugging as he hauled himself up from the couch and made his way back to his room.

A mixture of excitement and nerves bubbled in your belly as you waited alone on the couch. He came skipping back waving his copy of Insatiable. You bit your lip nervously as it dawned on you he had chosen the one that looked like serious porn. At least with the Indiana Jones parody you could have laughed your way through any awkward moments. You twisted your fingers in your lap while he crouched down in front of the VCR and got the tape set up. After pressing play he flopped down next to you, shuffling around to get comfy on the sofa. He thought he had been subtle but you hadn’t missed him picking up one of the cushions and placing it over his lap. The possibility of Eddie sitting right next to you with a raging boner had your stomach flipping with anticipation. 

The film opened with a scene of a woman masturbating, you kept your gaze stubbornly  locked on the television screen but from the corner of your eye you watched Eddie’s knee start bouncing with nervous energy. 

You had been watching for all of two minutes and the energy in the trailer had already turned electric. If you hadn’t had your eye on him the entire time you would’ve sworn Eddie had turned up the thermostat because the air was suddenly stifling. You had to remind yourself to breathe as the thump of your heart steadily quickened. Eddie was watching you more than he was watching the TV, you could feel his eyes burning into you as he focused on the subtle changes in your facial expressions. Particularly the way your mouth formed a soft oh as you watched the woman pumping her perfectly manicured fingers in and out of her pussy. He took note of the way your chest was rising and falling a little faster, the way your hips were shifting ever so slightly. This was turning you on. Which in turn made Eddie’s cock strain even more painfully against his zipper, more than it already was from watching the movie alone. 

Eddie was in hell. The scene had now switched to two women eating each other out and he was desperate to undo his jeans to give himself just a fraction of the relief his body was screaming for. Your expression had changed to one he couldn’t quite read, you still looked like you were enjoying it, only now your brows were knitted together almost as if you were frowning. 

“You okay?” Eddie choked, immediately embarrassed by how broken his voice sounded. 

You nodded, still not taking your eyes off the TV.  

“I guess I’m just wondering what that feels like, you know?” You jutted your chin towards the scene playing in front of you. “Guys don’t actually like doing that.”

“What?” Eddie asked incredulously. “Are you telling me no one’s ever gone down on you?” 

“Nope,” you sighed, of the handful of people you had slept with, you hadn’t had much luck. They were all pretty selfish lovers. “I’ve tried to ask for it a few times but no one was into it.”

“Pussies,” Eddie scoffed. 

“Do you do it?” You questioned, your own voice had risen in pitch at the thought of his messy curls buried between your legs. 

Shit. He walked himself right into that one. The truth was that Eddie would love to go down on someone, he’d just never been given the opportunity. He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously as he tried to think of a response that didn’t require him to tell the truth. 

“Eddie?” You asked at his fidgety silence. “Are you okay?”

“Yep, yep, I just uh-“ he huffed a laugh, with his mind drawing blank he had no choice but to confess. “I’ve never done it either. I’ve never done anything, actually.”

“What?” Your attention was completely off the film now as you turned your entire body ninety degrees to face Eddie head on. “You’re still a virgin?” 

Eddie felt his face flaming with embarrassment hearing you say it out loud. He knew this whole thing was a fucking stupid idea. 

“Not by choice,” he snapped, a little hurt when he mistook your surprise for you poking fun at him. 

“No no no, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, not at all,” you assured him, scooting closer to rest a comforting hand on his forearm. He tightened his grip on the cushion still hiding his erection. “I’m just shocked because, well - have you seen you?” 

“What do you mean?” He raised his eyebrows in question. 

“You’re hot.” 

You said it so matter of factly but all he could do was roll his eyes at you, assuming you were just trying to humour him. 

“You’ve been out in public with me,” he refuted. “Girls actively go out of their way to avoid me.”

They did, you had witnessed it happen and you hated it. You could say with absolute confidence that it had nothing to do with his looks. It was the “devil worshipping” rumours that had spread around town like wildfire, and since ninety percent of Hawkins’ population were complete morons they bought into said rumours. Of course not a single one was true, the only thing Eddie was guilty of was being unapologetically himself.

“Doesn’t mean you’re not hot.”

“Okay,” he sighed, still sceptical. “Even so, no one is lining up to fuck the town freak.” 

“Don’t,” you told him sternly, you had made it a habit to scold him anytime he referred to himself by the title he’d been unfairly burdened with. “Don’t call yourself that.” 

A sad smile settled over his features and he placed a hand on top of your own, his fingers enveloping yours in a grateful squeeze. You sat in silence for a few moments, the only sounds echoing through the trailer were the obnoxious moans coming from the TV. It was very intrusive of what was supposed to be a tender moment and you couldn’t help bursting into a fit of laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation you had found yourselves in. Your guffaws were infectious and Eddie couldn’t help but join you until you were clutching your stomachs for air, matters were only made worse when you chanced a look at the screen to see the main actress now giving a very enthusiastic blow job to what looked like a delivery man. You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder as your laughter subsided into soft giggles, his still shaking shoulder jostling your head every now and again. 

“I wonder what it feels like too,” he blurted out.

You lifted your head to look at him in question, he nodded towards the screen as you had done moments ago to see the woman currently gagging on the man’s cock. 

“Oh,” you exhaled, your mind racing as it occurred to you this was the perfect time to finally make your move. 

Little did you know, Eddie’s thoughts were in exactly the same place. The amount of times he’d dreamed of kissing you alone, he never thought he would have the chance to explore his feelings for you deeper but this bizarre idea you had created the perfect opening. Sucking in a shaky breath he prepared to shoot his shot. 

“Here’s a crazy idea,” he started. “And just tell me to shut up if I’m picking up the wrong vibe...”

Your insides fluttered as it became clear you were on the same page.

“We both wanna know what it feels like,” you finished for him. “We could help each other out.” 

“You don’t have to-“ he started rambling. “I mean I really wanna go down on you - if you’ll let me - but I don’t expect you to suck my dick if you don’t wa-“

“I definitely want to,” you cut him off by placing a hand over his mouth to shut him up, you felt his mouth curl into a smile against your palm. 

You removed your hand and shuffled closer until you were almost sitting in his lap, he twisted his body slightly to face you more comfortably. 

“Okay erm - Do you wanna kiss first?” He asked hesitantly. 

God. He chided himself. Why do you sound so awkward? You’ve wanted this for years. 

“Of course,” you giggled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “C’mere.” 

Placing your palms on either side of his face you guided him towards your lips. It was slow and gentle at first, curious as you got a feel for one another. His lips were warm and soft, the way you had always imagined them. The kiss deepened when you felt him tease your lower lip with the tip of his tongue. You granted him access, surprised yet delighted that he was quickly gaining confidence. His hands which had at first been twisting awkwardly in his lap found firm purchase on your thighs. He squeezed the doughy flesh there and you grinned against his lips when he released a soft sigh of content. Giving you both a much needed chance to breathe he pulled away ever so slightly, staying close enough for the tips of your noses to graze affectionately. 

“Does it feel weird?” He asked, his hot breath fanning delicately over your skin. 

“Yes,” you nodded through another giggle. 

“Oh,” He frowned, a little dejected. It wasn’t the answer he was expecting, to him kissing you felt like the most natural thing in the world. “You wanna stop?”

“Fuck no,” you dived back in for his lips, smothering him with a fierce kiss that tore a moan from his throat, the sound sent butterflies straight to your stomach. 

You took your time lazily exploring one another. Your hands tangled in his messy locks, your nails scratching against his scalp only spurred on his intensity. The cushion still wedged between you over his lap was the only thing stopping you from straddling him and grinding against what you knew he was trying to conceal. Not that it mattered anymore, you’d be more disappointed if he wasn’t hard at this point. A loud, guttural whine from the movie tore your attention away from one another and you looked over your shoulder to see the woman now being fucked over a pool table by two guys at once. 

“Can we turn this shit off now?” Eddie asked breathlessly. 

“Yeah,” you agreed, sliding out of his lap.  

Your nerves made your fingers clumsy as they fumbled with the buttons on the VCR until the screen finally went black. You stood and spun on your heel, gasping when you smacked straight into Eddie who’d silently walked up behind you. 

“Sorry,” he laughed softly, his hands tugged you by the elbows as he chased your lips with his again. 

His touch was so gentle it was making you feel light headed. When he stepped forward to close the gap between you his very prominent erection dug into your lower stomach. You whimpered into his mouth and all he could think was how desperate he was to hear you make that sound again. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, in that same position he walked you backwards down the short hallway to his bedroom. 

When the back of your knees hit the edge of his mattress you squealed as you tumbled backwards. Eddie was quick to climb over you, his mouth greedily attached to your jaw while he followed you up the length of his bed to lay back against his pillows. He gripped your chin to tilt your head back, lazily sucking a messy trail of soon to be purple bruises down the column of your throat. He rocked his hips into yours and you both gasped at the delicious friction until he could stand it no longer.

“You first, okay?” He mumbled against your skin as he sucked one last bruise just below your ear. “This is probably gonna be over pretty quickly for me.” 

His tone implied it was a joke but you could read the insecurity written plain as day across his features, you stroked his face and placed a loving peck to his temple. 

“You know that’s okay right?” You assured him. “It’s actually kinda sexy.” 

He pulled a face that told you he thought you were full of shit. 

“Seriously!” You promised. “Knowing that I made you feel so good that you just couldn’t hold it back any longer? Hotter than most guys think.” 

“If you say so,” he snorted, still convinced you were just trying to make him feel better.

He nudged the hem of your shirt up to pepper kisses across the soft expanse of your stomach, his tongue darting out to swipe at the spot just above the button of your jeans. While his fingers fumbled to remove them you were suddenly overcome with a rush of timidity.

“Can we like, undress together?” You asked, your hands covering his to stall his actions. “At the same time?” 

“Sure,” he nodded, pulling away to lean back on his heels above you. “Yeah, sure.”

His shirt was the first to go. Then yours. Next was his jeans, your mouth went dry as the clinking of his belt buckle rang in your ears. His cock sprang forward as he pushed the denim down over his ass and your eyes widened at the sizable tent in his pale blue boxers, a darker spot on the front visible where they had become wet with his precum. 

“Your turn,” he prompted, snapping you out of your trance.

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, pushing your own jeans down over your legs. 

Once you had tossed them to the carpet beside you he wasted no time kissing you senseless, his full weight pushing you down into his mattress. The outline of his dick was so much more apparent now that there were only the two thin layers of your underwear separating you. You were a blur of tangled limbs, swallowing one another’s moans. He palmed your breast over the cup of your bra before breaking apart a panting, desperate mess. 

“Can I take this off?” He pleaded, his finger running along the fabric of your strap.

You arched your back and reached behind you to undo the clasp quickly. You ripped it away from your chest and tossed it to the floor to join the rest of your clothes. Eddie stared in awe at your bare chest. He had pictured what you looked like naked countless times but none of his fantasies could compare to the real thing. You were fucking perfect. 

“Eds?” You asked, feeling bashful beneath his intense gaze. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, eyes still trained on your chest. 

If he was this hypnotised by your tits what would he be like when his face was buried in your pussy. His palms found purchase on either side of your waist, his hands brushing upwards over the delicate skin of your ribs before cupping a breast in each hand. He leaned down for more kisses as he kneaded and pinched at your sensitive nipples. He moaned softly into your mouth, a deep ache settling between your legs at the sound. 

“Eddie… Please,” you whispered, your impatience showing through the roll of your hips.

He grunted at the friction against his leaking cock, his name had never sounded so beautiful leaving your lips. He kissed his way quickly down the valley between your breasts and along your soft stomach before he inched back on the bed, his face now level with your clothed cunt. 

“Oh fuuuck,” he groaned, eyeing up the big wet patch that had soaked through the material of your cotton panties. “Did I make you this wet or were you just really enjoying the film?” 

You leaned up on your elbows and smiled down at him. You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not but either way he really had no idea the effect he had on you. 

“You,” your heart fluttered at the flash of pride that crossed his face. “All you.” 

He took a minute to run his middle finger up and down the wet patch, your hips shifting of their own accord every time he bumped over your clit. You became impatient and lifted your hips, shuffling in an attempt to rid yourself of your underwear. Eddie, eager to strip you of them himself, hooked his fingers beneath the elastic and tore them the rest of the way down your legs. His cock twitched in his boxers when he caught sight of your bare pussy for the very first time. He gawked at the pretty pink folds, swollen and glistening with your arousal. He was forced to snap himself out of a trance for the second time when he found himself almost drooling. 

“Promise if it’s bad you’ll stop me?” His voice was laced with self doubt, the pads of his fingers tracing anxious patterns across the skin on your thighs. 

“I won’t stop you,” you reached down to stroke under his chin forcing him to look up at you. “I’ll guide you, just do what feels natural.” 

“‘Kay,” he nodded, he tipped his chin to press a thankful peck to the palm of your hand. “Ready?” 

“Mmhmm,” your sigh came out a tremble from the anticipation as you settled back against his pillows. 

He slid his arms, toned from years of lifting heavy band equipment, beneath your thighs so your legs lay over his shoulders. His first taste was experimental, a quick swipe of his tongue across your clit but it made you twitch and whimper still. His eyes fluttered shut as he explored you more insistently, flicking and suckling as his confidence built from your positive reactions. Your fingers wound tightly in his hair when he shook his head back and forth between your legs, the soft curls tickling the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He moaned into you as your nails raked across his scalp, the vibrations causing your hips to instinctively buck into his face as you gasped at the unfamiliar but breathtaking sensation. 

“Fuck, holy fuck,” he pulled away panting, his chin shining with your slick. “You taste so fucking good.” 

Eddie couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you had offered this to your past partners on a silver platter and they had all turned you down. Were they insane? On the other hand he also couldn’t believe that he was lucky enough to be the only person in the world who had the privilege of worshipping you this way. 

He pressed his thumb against your clit, first fumbling through a couple of misses until you happily threw your head back against his pillow and whined. He focused on the spot that had drawn that noise from you and rubbed in small fast circles, your hips wiggled against his touch until he replaced his thumb with his lips and sucked hard. He ran his middle and ring fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness before plunging the digits inside you. Despite the welcome stretch you winced a little as he moved them in a harsh jabbing motion. Eddie froze immediately when he noticed your discomfort, his fingers stilling inside of you.

“It’s okay, just do it like this,” you showed him how to curl his fingers and wiggled them in a come hither motion. 

Eddie was a quick learner, once he started moving his fingers the way you had shown him it didn’t take him long at all to find your g-spot. His tongue lapped at your clit as he continued to work his fingers inside of you, your back arched off the bed as you felt the tingling heat of your impending orgasm build faster by the second. Eddie could tell you were close, the way you were needily grinding yourself against his face had him thrusting his own hips against his mattress. If you didn’t get there soon he was probably going to cum in his pants and then he really would want the ground to swallow him up. 

“Eddie,” you whimpered as your grip on his locks tightened painfully but he didn’t care, as far as Eddie was concerned he was in heaven. “Eddie, feels so good.”

He growled into your pussy as you chanted his name and it was one of the hottest fucking sounds you had ever heard in your life. A few more flicks of his tongue and a stroke against your spot and the dam was breaking. You cried out as your hips writhed against his face, Eddie tightened the grip he had on one of your thighs to hold you in place. His strokes didn’t let up until you were a trembling, mewling mess, weakly pulling at his hair as the overstimulation became too much.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie…” You still whimpered his name.

His swollen lips released you with a pop and he gazed up at you with his big, glassy, lust blown eyes. A proud smirk pulled at his lips while his fingers still moved inside of you lazily. He grinned when he pulled them out of you and examined the slick coating the digits. 

“Was I okay?” He asked you with a cheeky grin, his earlier doubt well and truly washed away.

He knew he had done a good job. He felt the intensity at which you clenched around his fingers when you came. 

“Very, very, very much okay,” you laughed breathlessly. “More than okay Eds. You’re fucking amazing.”

He laughed with you, a slight blush tinting his cheeks at your praise. He shifted to his knees and groaned at the ache in his cock, the tiny movement alone almost pushing him to the edge. Fuck he thought. Your eyes widened as you clocked the precum stain on his boxers, it had almost tripled in size since before he went down on you. You rose to your knees and crawled towards him. Your mouth crashed to his in a searing kiss, your tongue gliding against his as you tasted yourself for the first time. Reaching down ever so lightly you ran your fingers up his cock from base to tip. His hips bucked forward while he whined into your mouth.  

“Fuck, fuck don’t do that,” he panted. “Sorry, I’m so close already and you haven’t even touched me.”

The desperation in his voice was making your insides melt. You gave him a quick peck on the tip of his nose and encouraged him to lie back in your previous position against the pillows. You swiftly pulled his boxers down over his hips and watched his cock spring free to slap and bob against his stomach. Holy. Fucking. Shit. You couldn’t help the way your jaw hung open as you stared at his full length. You had thought it was funny the way he had been staring at you earlier but you were certainly mimicking his expression right now. You would never have described a dick as pretty before but christ, Eddie was fucking beautiful. 

You had an idea that he was of a generous size when he was grinding against you earlier but actually seeing him was a whole other thing. You shouldn’t have been surprised, everything else about Eddie was so goddamn perfect why wouldn’t his dick be too. The shaft was long and velvety, a few delicate veins showed faintly beneath the skin. The bulb of his sticky, red tip was blotted with precum, leaking just below his navel. Eddie was getting more nervous the longer you didn’t speak. He hugged his arms to himself, fighting the urge to cover himself and prayed for you to just make a move, any move. 

“What?” He muttered hesitantly. “It’s not like, weird or anything is it?” 

His voice brought you back to reality and you looked up at his blotchy cheeks. His wide brown orbs were swimming with worry and you were overcome with the need to kiss it all away. You launched forward and attacked his lips with your own, swallowing his gasp of surprise. 

“No,” you said in between kisses. “Not weird - just so - fucking pretty.” 

You felt the stiff press of his erection as you continued to make out with him, the leaking tip smearing wet streaks of arousal across your skin as he bucked impatiently against your ass.  

“Please - sweetheart,” he croaked against your lips. “Begging you.” 

You showed him mercy and pulled away from his lips, open mouthed kisses now trailing down his chest and abdomen until you reached his painfully swollen cock. You decided not to tease him any longer, you didn’t think he’d be able to take it. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Eddie cried, the palms digging into his eye sockets as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick, your hand jerking the silky smooth base. “Fu- baby, feels so goo- gonna make me cum so fast...”

The way he was choking on his words was adorable. You relaxed your throat as best as you could and bobbed your head within a centimetre of your gag reflex. Up and down, up and down your lips became a mess of his precum and your spit, you braced yourself as his hips jarred upward to drive himself deeper into your mouth. You felt his thighs trembling beneath where your forearms were resting, he was so close you could tell. Cupping his sack gently with your free hand, you took him to the back of your throat with a quiet gag. 

Eddie’s orgasm rushed over him so violently he didn’t have a chance to pull you away or even warn you it was approaching. You choked a little as thick, hot spurts of his cum painted the back of your throat. Trying your best to compose yourself, you swallowed every drop of him that roped across your tongue. Eddie whimpered incoherently while he combed his fingers through your hair, his hips still rocking as he humped your face through his release. 

You breathed steadily through your nose as you focused on taking him all down. He shuddered as you gave him a squeeze and lapped up the remainder of his seed before you released him with a pop, the back of your hand wiping the drool from the corners of your lips. His feeling of bliss quickly turned to humiliation when it dawned on him that all of that can’t have lasted more than two minutes. Hell, it was probably no longer than sixty seconds. He threw his arms across his eyes, hiding away from you, terrified of looking down and seeing the disappointment on your face.  

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled into his forearms. “Fuck - I couldn’t stop it, you just felt so fucking good.”

Oh Eddie. Sweet, sweet Eddie. 

“It’s okay, hey it’s okay,” you whispered against his skin as you kissed your way up his body. 

You peppered your lips over every inch of his forearms in an attempt to coax them away from his face. When that wasn’t working you slipped your hands into his own and yanked them away, your forehead falling forward to press against his. 

“It’s okay,” you assured him again.

He leaned into your touch, his fingers intertwining with your own. 

“Thank you,” he simply said. “Not just for trying to make me feel better but for even agreeing to this in the first place.” 

“Eddie, do you seriously think I wouldn’t want this?” 

His brows knit together with an anxious look that said yes, he absolutely did think there was a world where you’d say no to this. 

“Well, put it this way,” you placed his hands on your hips and reached yours up to cup his face. “If you wanted to give me your virginity, you know fully, I’d be more than honoured to take it.” 

“Are you serious?” He chuckled breathlessly in joyful disbelief when you nodded with a grin. “When?” 

“Whenever you want,” you laughed at his adorable eagerness. “I know you already have condoms in that drawer.” 

“Oh so you do snoop,” he accused playfully, tightening his grip on your hips to flip your positions and pin you beneath him again. 

“Sometimes,” you admitted sheepishly. 

“Hmmm,” he hummed as he started to mouth at your neck, his hips slowly starting to rock against your heat once again. “Just give me a few minutes and we’ll be good to go.” 

Eddie wasn’t joking, it took him less than five minutes to get fully hard again. Even if he wasn’t trying it would have been difficult not to when he was completely losing himself in you. He lay between your open legs as you engaged in a series of heated and needy kisses. Lips desperate to touch every inch of skin they could reach. Your hips ground into each other in sync, simultaneously craving the feeling of him finally being inside of you more and more with every passing second. 

“Eddie,” you whined breathlessly. “Condom.”

“Uh yeah, yeah,” he muttered between kisses, his shaky breaths fanning hot across your face. 

He blindly reached for the handle of the drawer closest to his bed, not willing to tear his lips away from yours to search properly. When he felt the knob he gripped it and yanked it open with so much enthusiasm the entire drawer dislodged from the dresser, it clattered to his floor with an echoing thunk. After a second when the initial shock had passed you erupted into a burst of laughter, Eddie’s eyes growing wide, obviously surprised by his own strength. 

“Jeez Eds,” you poked at his ribs gently, still giggling. “That eager?” 

“What do you think?” He teased back, rolling his hips hard into yours so his naked cock glided along your glistening folds. 

You gasped in shock at the confident move. While you thought the nervous, fumbling Eddie was the cutest fucking thing in the whole entire world, this new found assertiveness suited him more. You would take anything he was willing to give you but you prayed he wouldn’t see this as a one time thing, you’d love to experience what he’d be like in bed after you’d helped crush all of his self doubt. He reluctantly pulled away from you to rummage on the ground for the box of condoms. He returned to you with a triumphant look when he finally found them under the mess of socks and boxers he kept in that drawer. 

“So when did you get these exactly?” You asked out of curiosity. 

“I didn’t, Wayne got them for me years ago when he attempted to give me ‘the talk’” Eddie laughed at the memory, while he found the situation amusing it was probably the most uncomfortable poor Wayne had been in his entire life. “Said as much as he loves me he wasn’t raising another kid that ain’t his.” 

“Are they still good to use?” You checked, you might just cry out of frustration if you’d gotten to this point and you couldn’t have sex with him. 

“Wh- you mean like, condoms expire?” Eddie’s face dropped so quickly it was almost comical. 

“Yes,” you exhaled, trying to hide your slight impatience as he scanned the box for the expiration date. 

You stared at his disheartened expression, his brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. You didn’t even realise you’d been holding your breath until you saw the excitement rush back onto his face. 

“We’re good to go,” he grinned. 

You bit your lip as you watched him tear open the box. His fingers trembled slightly as he fumbled with the little foil packaging and for what must have been the hundredth time that night your heart melted. He ripped one of the squares open with his teeth and rolled the condom down his length, giving himself a few strokes for good measure. A deep ache settled between your legs as you watched him shudder under his own touch, still sensitive from his previous orgasm. 

You reached out to him, tugging on his arm until he fell forward on top of you. You squealed and laughed beneath him as he crushed you with his weight, his hand gripping your chin as he attacked your face with tiny kisses. You pushed at his ribs gently until you had flipped him onto his back. Straddling him you captured his lips, he immediately deepened the kiss, tongue tangling with yours. You rolled your hips in a steady rhythm, your wetness gliding along his cock. He grunted softly into your mouth and you were overcome with the carnal need to have him inside of you. 

“Eddie,” you rasped against his lips. “I need you, I fucking need you.” 

“Fuck, okay” he muttered more to mentally prepare himself than to you. 

“Ready?” You whispered breathlessly as you held the base of his cock and lined him up with your entrance. 

He nodded his head avidly and you sank down his length, just the tip at first but Eddie’s jaw still dropped wide open. He stopped breathing as he watched himself disappear inch by inch until he bottomed out, he threw his head back into the pillow and whined at the feeling of being engulfed by your warm, wet heat. Eddie was bigger than you were used to but the stretch was divine, you braced your hands on his chest and stayed still for just a moment as you let your body adjust to him. 

“You okay?” You asked brokenly, you reached up to stroke the side of his face where his head was still thrown back, your thumb grazing back and forth over the apple of his cheek. 

“Mmmhmmm,” he hummed, his head tipping forward to lean into your touch, fighting to gain an ounce of self control. 

You rocked your hips experimentally, both of you gasping at the sensation, he felt so, so deep. You linked your hands with his, your fingers intertwined and set a steady pace but Eddie was struggling, he thought he would do better this time round since he had cum no more than fifteen minutes ago but this position was proving to be too much for him. You looked like a fucking goddess above him as you rode his dick, your tits bouncing in his face with each thrust of your hips, tiny soft moans catching in your throat each time his tip brushed against your g-spot. He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to not blow his load so fast but he was fast approaching the precipice, the blow job you had given him was amazing but it was nothing compared to your pussy. This was like nothing else he had ever felt in his life. He felt the familiar heat beginning to build and his hands suddenly flew to your hips, his fingers gripping like a vice to halt your movements. 

“Stop, stop, stop,” he whimpered, his eyes now wide with desperation. 

“What’s wrong? What happened?” You stopped bouncing your hips in panic, worried that you had inadvertently done something to hurt him. 

“Can we swap?” He pleaded. “Please, I gotta set my own pace or I’m gonna cum right now.” 

You were about to tell him that it was okay but you knew he wouldn’t accept it after the shame exhibited after your blow job. This was all about him and you wanted to give him whatever he needed. So instead you just nodded, leaning over him to place a kiss against his swollen lips as he slipped out of you. 

You took his place on the mattress while he settled between your open legs. You shrieked out in surprise when he scooted back and you felt his lips attach themselves to your clit again, his fingers sinking inside you with a new self assuredness in the way that you had shown him you liked. He wanted you to cum again before he did and he suspected he wouldn’t get you there using his cock before he exploded. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” you sighed as you raked your fingers through his chestnut curls. 

His fingers didn’t fill you quite as satisfyingly as his cock had been doing but he was stroking you in all the right places, you really were impressed by how quickly he’d perfected it. 

“Eddie, ohhhhh Eddie,” you arched your hips into his face and he moaned into you, the vibrations making you squirm in his hold.

“Jeeesus Christ I can feel you,” he choked, his lips temporarily leaving your clit while he picked up the pace of his fingers. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers so tight.” 

The thickness of his digits dragging in and out of you had your thighs trembling around his head, you looked down at him to find his hooded gaze already staring up at you. He smiled when your eyes locked, his lips and chin slick with your arousal. 

“C’mon baby,” he whispered before lowering back down to lap at your clit, his wrist twisting as he doubled his efforts with his fingers. 

“Ohhhhh my god,” you clenched down on him as you felt the coil tightening in your belly, you couldn’t take it any longer. 

Your back arched as you saw stars, pushing his fingers even deeper into you. You tugged his hair harshly as you fell apart, your body curled in on itself as your legs clamped down around his head. Eddie kept moaning through your orgasm, his fingers slowing their pace a tiny bit at a time until you were whimpering and tapping at the now tangled curls you had knotted. He chuckled into your skin as he pulled away to press kisses up your thighs, across your hip bones, across your tummy. Eventually he made his way back up to your lips, you tasted yourself for the second time that night as he licked into your mouth. 

“You make the cutest little noises when you cum for me,” he sighed between kisses. “I can’t get enough of you.” 

His words gave you violent butterflies and you grinned against his lips. He kneaded the doughy flesh of your still quivering thighs before he bent your knees to wrap your legs securely around his waist. He gripped his painfully hard cock and dragged the tip up and down your soaked folds, shivering every time he nudged your sensitive clit. 

“Do you need a minute?” He asked, his urgency showing through the waver in his voice. 

“No,” you shook your head. “Please, please, please I need you inside me, please.” 

He kissed you again soft and sweet as he effortlessly filled you up. Both of your eyes grew wide, mouths dropping open in a silent “oh” as he buried himself to the hilt. His unsteady breaths fanned out across your face as he gave an experimental thrust of his hips. He fell forward onto his forearms, one resting by the side of your head where his fingers combed through your hair whilst the other fisted his bed sheets tightly  in his grip.

“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Eddie mumbled against your temple, his hips finding a steady rhythm as he thrusted into your heat. 

He pressed more tender kisses to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, the corners of your mouth, the occasional whimper slipping from his lips as his speed started to rapidly increase.

“Fuck, hmmmm,” he breathed so quietly. “Ohhhh fu-ck.“ 

His face was fucking angelic. A light blush spread across his cheeks, his pupils were blown wide with lust before he squeezed his glassy eyes shut and jaw hung slack in bliss. He was so beautiful. 

‘How could no one else want him like this?’ You thought. ‘I’m so fucking lucky.’ 

You could tell he was getting close from the way his hips started to falter, his face was now buried in your neck as he rutted desperately into your pussy. His lips skimmed across your neck and down across your skin before he suddenly sank his teeth into your shoulder. 

“Ah! Did you just bite me?” You gasped at the sudden sting. 

“Sorry,” he panted, a hint of guilt in his voice. “Got a little carried away.” 

“No, no, I liked it,” you assured him. “Mark me.” 

Eddie grunted into your flesh as he bit down on you once more, your request making his cock twitch inside your walls. 

“You want me to mark you?” He panted. “Show everyone your mine?” 

“I’m yours,” you whined, your arms winding around him to rake your nails down his back, delighted when you felt the goosebumps under your touch. “I’m yours.” 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his hips fucking into you at a near brutal pace, you grabbed the meat of his ass in both your palms to pull him as close to you as physically possible.

For the first time in your life you wished you were on the pill, you were aching to feel his hot seed spilling into you, you wanted to feel every single part of him. 

“Eddie, baby,” you purred into his ear. “I gotta feel you, please ohhh-“

“M’gonna cum- uhhh,” Eddie’s entire body went rigid against yours as he came undone in your arms, his face tucked tightly into the crook of your neck as you pressed kisses against the crown of his head while he released into the condom. “Oh fuck, baby, baby, baby…” 

Your nose nudged softly at the side of his face and your fingers drew invisible shapes across his wide shoulder blades. Minutes passed before either of you had the energy to move. He slipped himself out of you with a wince before unhiding his face and rested his chin on your chest. His hooded eyes gazed up at you, a lazy grin spread across his blissful features. 

“Hi,” he breathed, his head spinning from the happiness coursing through his veins. 

“Hey,” you giggled, booping him on the nose with your pinky finger. 

He took your hand and placed it over his racing heart. You giggled and leaned up to place a kiss on his lips. This one was different, hot and desperate had turned to loving and tender. 

“Wow,” you sighed as he touched his forehead to yours. 

“Wow,” he agreed, unable to keep the smile off his face. 

He promised he’d be right back as he excused himself to the bathroom. He disposed of the condom and ran to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. Pulling on a fresh pair of boxer shorts he snagged your panties up from where they had been tossed on the carpet and handed them over to you. He pulled back his duvet and climbed into bed, one arm stretched wide open for you to snuggle into his side. He pulled you close to him, his hand cupping your chin as he brushed his thumb softly across your cheekbone. If anyone could see you now they’d probably throw up from how sickeningly in love you both looked. 

“I’m so glad it was you,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips to your forehead, his voice so quiet you almost missed it. 

“I’m glad it was me too,” your heart soared as you beamed up at him, you had no regrets regarding your past relationships but a small part of you wished he had been your first too. 

“Did you mean it? When you said you were mine?” He asked, praying you weren’t just saying it in the heat of the moment. 

“I’ve always been yours,” you confessed. 

“Fuck, you mean we coulda been doing that for years?” 

“Oh don’t worry,” you smirked. “We’re definitely gonna make up for lost time.” 

“If I knew you finding my crappy porno collection would lead to this I’d have left it out in plain sight a long time ago.” 

You laughed and hid your face in his chest. “Well maybe I’ll forget to call at Family Video more often too.”

“Aha!” He wrapped his arms fully around you so you couldn’t move and crushed you to him. “So you admit it was your fault.” 

“I didn’t mean that!” You argued, trying to wriggle free of his vice-like grip but it was no use, he was holding you too tight. 

“Too late, you said it,” he laughed, pinching your sides and kissing the top of your head. 

You accepted defeat, laughing and making out until you settled into a comfortable silence, the soft rise and fall of his chest and his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep. 

…

The first thing Wayne did when he got home from work in the early hours of the morning was kick back in his armchair with a steaming cup of coffee and turn on the news. He shrugged off his overalls and made his coffee while he tidied the kitchen, the pizza box from last night still leftover on the counter. He knew Eddie had friends over for movie night on Fridays but he usually did a better job of tidying up after himself. It wasn’t a big deal, the trailer wasn’t much more messy than it usually was. He placed his mug down on his favourite coaster and picked up the remote from where it was flung on the coffee table. 

You had started to stir when you heard the sound of the coffee pot boiling in the kitchen,  the noise drifting down the hall and through Eddie’s bedroom door which was left slightly ajar the night before. You groaned at the sunlight streaming through the cracks in his blinds, you hadn’t meant to stay the whole night but you’d done a pretty good job at tiring each other out. Leaning over the side of the bed you snatched up one of Eddie’s discarded shirts from the floor and shrugged it on just in case Wayne came in to check on him. You had slept here before so your presence wouldn’t be much of a shock but you couldn’t say the same about accidentally flashing him. 

“Eddie,” you whispered, shaking his shoulder in an attempt to rouse him where he snored softly next to you. “Eddie, I think Wayne’s home.” 

Eddie’s eyes fluttered open sleepily and you couldn’t help but smile at how precious he looked, you brushed back the stray locks that had fallen in his face while he slept. 

“Morning sweetheart,” he whispered back, grabbing your hand to kiss each of your fingers individually before pulling you close to his chest again. 

You shared a couple of sweet lazy kisses but were harshly ripped from your bubble by the sounds of obnoxious moans coming from the living room. 

“What the-?” You heard Wayne cry out as you both scrambled into a sitting position. “Eddie!”

“We forgot the fucking tape!” 

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bonus:

I’m TRYING to love myself but SOMEBODY *glares in the mirror* is having a TANTRUM

this is so satisfying

Soothing pictures. 

1. You realize that Tyler Oakley is in fact, a real person. A person who shits himself on the way to his college class actually.

2. Tyler Oakley’s laugh in person is actually the cure to all physical and mental diseases. (there is nothing better)

3. You get...

i cry whenever i see this