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Eddie has his mouth all over your neck and his the pads of his thumbs swirl around your nipples before lightly pinching and tugging. Your back arches expectantly as he leans ever closer to you. 

“Please… Eddie… I haven’t touched myself at all this week,” You pathetically whimper, the back of your head falling against the rough brick. He mockingly pouts at you, his big doe eyes widening.

“Poor, poor princess…” He says softly, leaning down to flick his tongue, hot and fast against your protruding bottom lip. You moan and lean to chase the feeling of his mouth on yours but he leans away. “Just a little more patience… I promise to reward you.” You can feel his warm breath across your face as he pulls your shirt back down. He uses one foot to widen your stance, slotting his thigh between yours. He presses up against your wetness and you gasp, reaching out to hold onto his shoulders. He smiles when you instinctively thrust against his leg. 

You moan quietly as your eyes close on their own accord. The cold, rough metal of his chain creates even more friction as it slides across your pants. He starts to bounce you off of his thigh, chain jangling against you as you bite back a loud moan. One of his hands reach down to unbutton your pants and rub against your clit. You cry out for more as he rocks you, his fingers going at a frantic pace. You can hear him moan quietly just like onstage and finally, you meet his darkened eyes.

“You sound better than any song I could think of.” You admit, biting down your lip. He chuckles and tightens his grip on you while his leg drops. You whine at the loss of sudden contact before he guides you into a kneeling position, having you rest your core on his boot. He strokes your cheek for a brief moment.

“We’ll see about that.” He replies softly before jutting his boot up to make contact with your soaking underwear. You moan his name loudly as he instructs you to move, his fingers finding their way around your neck. His hand tilts your jaw upwards as your eyes meet.

 “But for now, I’ll get you off like the slutty little princess you are.” He flexes his foot for more pressure as you moan and rock. Your hands grip his strong thigh as he spits again into your open mouth, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down. 

“There you go… Keep going.” He encourages, his other hand tugging at your hair. “Cum for me baby, it’ll be your first of the night.” You moan as you cum for Eddie, the friction of his laces and boot too stimulating to handle.

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You spent the rest of the night celebrating with your respective bands, getting cross faded in the dimly lit, dirty bar. When you go back up to the bar to get some more beers, someone slides alongside you.

“Nice set,” The mysterious voice says, leaning in close to you. You look over to notice a man with spiky black hair and a septum piercing. “I’ve never seen you before.”

“Shit, thanks.” You say, glancing down at the gray bandana wrapped around his left wrist. He notices you looking and smirks, flexing his large hand around his bottle. Your mind wanders to what those hands would feel like in your hair. “I-I’m pretty much always here though.”

“I think I would have noticed you.” He says shamelessly, extending his right hand for you to shake. “I’m Jace.” You take his hand, your face starting to feel warm and shake it while the bartender drops your replacement drinks down.

“I’m—“ You begin to say before Eddie wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You immediately blush and drop his hand as Eddie’s hand grips your shirt and he practically grinds against you.

“Completely taken,” He finishes for you, placing a $20 down on the bar for the beers. You glare at him and he just gives you a wolfish grin. “Don’t worry though, she’ll be thoroughly taken care of this evening. So I wouldn’t wait around.” He winks at you and grabs the beers before sauntering off.

“He’s only joking,” You say, flipping him the bird. Jace’s eyebrows shoot up as you offer him an apologetic smile, scooping up the rest of the beers. “But I’ll be around later, if you want to dance or something.”

“Maybe, or something.” He says with a small smile and nods as you walk away.

“Oh, look! The princess is back from her ball!” Eddie exclaims, waving his arms as though to put you on display. “Is your dance card all filled up?”

“Well it would have been if the court jester hadn’t ruined my chances.” You grumble, taking a drink of your beer. He pouts unapologetically at you, lifting the heel of his particularly shiny boot to slam the bottom of his beer bottle down, causing the cap to fly off. Your gaze automatically lingers on the boot you had jumped at the chance to kneel on hours before; when your eyes flick back up to him he flicks his tongue out at you. You flip him the bird as he laughs softly and takes a long drink.

“Looks like the jester didn’t deter him for too long,” Your best friend and drummer Angela says, nodding at the figure approaching you. Eddie quietly groans and grabs your wrist, pulling you out into the folds of the thrumming crowd.

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You spend the rest of the night verbally sparring with Eddie and his friends, exchanging glances with Jace who is still hanging around. When you go outside to smoke a cigarette, the stranger follows you wordlessly. He innocently offers you a light with a small smile.

“He’s completely in love with you, you know.” Jace murmurs as he lights his own cigarette, watching you. You cough and raise your eyebrows at him.

“Sorry, what?” You ask, looking around and blushing.

“That guy,” He continues, licking his lips and using his palms to push his hair away. “Your knight in shining armor… But if you ever tire of being tied down with him, you could give my methods a try.” He places his cigarette in his mouth and hands you a scrap of paper with an 10-digit number. “Call me anytime, I’m always around.” He gives you a wink and mock salute before heading inside. You exhale slowly and shove the piece of paper in your pocket, leaning back against the cool brick. Eddie saunters out, sticking his middle finger high in the air before he lights a cigarette beside you in silence. His ring-laden hand falls to brush against yours, holding onto it. You both look up at the cloudy night sky, blowing smoke rings in relative silence.

Eventually, every member of the party trickles out of the bar, leaving you and Eddie in your car at nearly 1 am. His hand is on your thigh, his thumb rubbing softly despite his erratic driving to the usual Motel 8. You unlock the door with the key as Eddie shuffles from foot to foot, his duffel bag and guitar case over his shoulder. He snakes an arm around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Mind if we take a shower first?” You ask as he buries his face in your hair.

“Of course, I’ll lather you up… Get you all wet just like I love you… to be…” He whispers, nuzzling your neck. You sigh softly and lean back against him.

“Whatever you want, Eds. Just shower first…” You say, your hand covering his. He places a chaste kiss on your shoulder and pushes you both inside.

“Finally, no arguing.” He teases, setting his items down on the spare rickety chair. You scoff and roll your eyes, peeling off your jacket.

“You say that like you don’t antagonize me every chance you get, Munson.” You reply, kneeling down to take off your boots. He laughs outright, flipping on the TV to channel 28, a late night true crime show flowing through the crackling speakers. He starts to undress, watching you pull off your shirt.

“Even in the near darkness, I still think you’re beautiful.” He admits, unbuckling his belt. He chuckles when you roll your eyes yet again, tutting softly.

“Whatever you say,” You reply, peeling off your jeans. “I think it’s your cock that’s the beautiful part of this agreement.” When you lean back up, he was standing in front of you, hands on his slender hips in his boxers.

“Agree to disagree.” He whispers, leaning forward to kiss you again. “How about that shower though? I smell like the bar and not even the best part where I had you pinned against it.” You laugh softly and nod. 

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You both manage to make it through slow, soft washing. He hums when his hands cup against your center, his pink tongue escaping from behind his lips.

“I really, really need to taste you. It’s been on my mind all night.” He confesses, kneeling down in front of you like he needs to repent for his misdoings. “I know you’re not just wet from this shower either, princess.” His long eyelashes bat up at you as his eyes meet yours.

“How could I ever say no to you, Eddie?” You say as one of your hands finds a grip on his wet hair. He chuckles and pinches your thigh lightly causing you to step back slightly. When you do that, he immediately buries his face in between your thighs. You gasp and bite your tongue, tugging on his hair softly.

“How is it you taste so good every fucking time?” He compliments before he sucks on your clit. His tongues dart out to leave a slow strip of saliva to gather your juices. You moan loudly, unable to handle the sensation as he presses a finger slowly inside of your pussy. He groans, the sound of it, reverberating against your core. Your hands manage to tremble as your grip loosens on his hair. “Feeling good, my princess?” 

“S-so good, Eddie…” You praise, pushing the hair away from his face as water droplets cascade down the back of his head and across his shoulder blades. He pushes his finger even further and faster into your pussy, making you moan again. He moans when your pussy throbs against his finger and he savors the sounds you make, echoing off the shower walls.

He inserts a second finger and begins to stretch you even further, a slight scissoring motion so his tongue can go between it all. He’s lapping up your juices like he needs to survive, his fingers finally hitting the spot you’ve been aching to have him touch.

“Hh… Eddie… please…” You stammer out, losing your grip on the English as he pushes towards the edge of your orgasm. He hums for a moment but never stops the relentless movement, beckoning you to cum with his two fingers fully inside you. 

When you do cum for him this time, it’s a clap of thunder and the pattern of lightning behind your eyes. It’s a full-body experience as your legs shake and your free hand grabs onto the shower’s knob to attempt to steady yourself.  You can hear Eddie’s laughter when you finally open your eyes, chest heaving.

“I am definitely doing that again. You were dripping for me.” He says, admiration in his deep brown eyes as his hand reaches over to turn the water off. You whimper as he brings his fingers to suck the remaining taste of you. He laughs quietly at you. “No words? Already? I’m not even done yet.” Your eyes widen as he pulls the shower curtain back and begins to dry off.

“That was the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had.” You manage to say, stepping out and drying off with the other towel. He grins at you, leaning against the sink top. The beige towel wrapped around his waist shows an obvious tent which you have to tear your eyes away from.

“Oh, I could tell… You probably never had Gareth treat you like that.” He says, crossing his arms as his eyes remain on your breasts.

“Well, Gareth and I always kept getting interrupted…” You say, your hands going even slower as the towel runs over them. “By you, funny enough.” 

“No comment on that, I plead the fifth, all that.” He grins and shrugs, holding up his hands. “You kept interrupting my times with Heather though, you’re not innocent.”

“That was twice ! They were both accidents!” You say, the heat rising to your face as you recall the scene each time. Eddie leaned back on both hands as his girlfriend rode his cock and the image of his hands on her breasts while the glint of silver handcuffs flashed in the fluorescent light. You’d never admit to him that you imagined yourself there instead; touching yourself for a year. He shakes his head and chuckles, walking over to you.

“Well don’t worry, I’ve got you now...” He says assuringly. But with one swift movement, you’re being thrown over his shoulder. You yell his name and tighten up as he grips your thighs, carrying you into the adjoining room. He bites the tender flesh below your ass check before dropping you onto the bed gently. You glare at him, your chest reddening at the sight of him standing over you.

“Mad at me now, princess?” He asks without an ounce of regret, pulling his towel off to crawl over you.

“You can be so…” You start to say before his thigh juts up against your tender entrance. You gasp and grip the comforter beneath you.

“Gonna give me a list of SAT words? Or are you going to just give me what I want… my cock deep in your pussy again… I’ve only had it once tonight?” He says, tossing the towel far off into the other side of the room. You whimper as his head dips down to suck on your sensitive nipple. He tugs on it gently with his teeth before releasing it and blowing his cool breath over it. Your eyes roll back in your head as he does it again, his thigh moving slowly up and down. Your body is already melting at his touch while your brain forgets to form words. 

“I’m going to need the royal decree, sweetheart.” He says, standing up suddenly and placing his hands on his hips. The light from the TV illuminates the curve of his ass and strong thighs.

“God, yes, Eddie. Please.” You whimper with your head back pathetically. He grins, satisfied with your reply as he leans down to grab your leather jacket. Reaching into the pocket thinking he’ll find a condom, he finds the strip of paper with an unknown number.

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“This is a joke right?” He says, holding the flimsy paper up between his two fingers. His eyes narrow at you slightly. You open your mouth to reply but he simply leans down quickly, rummaging through his jacket to grab something. He flicks open the skull embossed lighter and the flame catches the corner. The flames lick his skin as the paper crumbles to ash at his feet.

“Eddie, he just gave it to me before I could say no. It was just a number.” You begin to explain but instead he simply holds up his hand to signal you to stop.

“I’ll deal with that fucker later,” He says mostly to himself, tossing his lighter down and tearing open his second condom. “For now, I need to fuck any memory of that number out of that pretty little head of yours. You’re mine.” He lowers himself down over you and kisses you roughly, his hands grabbing yours and sliding them above your head. 

“I’m yours, Eddie.” You echo, kissing him with enough force to push him upwards. He wordlessly huffs in response as he pulls your legs apart for him again. His mouth is moving down your jaw to the nape of your neck where he’s sucking and biting, leaving a mark you know you’ll have to cover up later. But for now, the only thing you can focus on is Eddie’s throbbing cock at the base of your stomach.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even remember your own home phone.” He murmurs, aligning himself with your entrance. He grunts when you roll your hips against him, but a small smile spreads across his face when your eyes meet. “Recite mine.”

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He holds out his two fingers and you lick them, your eyes never leaving his. He shudders for barely a moment before tucking his hand between you and spreading your lips to prepare for his swollen cock.

“219-937-0110.” You manage to get out before he slams his cock inside of you. Your eyes squeeze shut as he moans.

“Keep saying it,” He orders quietly, moving slowly at first. You manage to say it a few more times before he picks up the pace. He leans down to cut you off with open mouthed kisses. He still has your hands pinned down and you ache to run your hands through his hair and hold onto him. He stops his movement, keeping still inside of you as he looks down at you. 

“I’m yours,” You repeat, leaning up to kiss him tenderly. Something inside of him snaps then, and he starts to fuck you again, harder this time. He moans your name loudly as he presses your forehead against yours.

“Again.” He says, his eyes squeezed shut as his cock goes in and out with the pace of your rapid heartbeat.

“I’m yours, Eddie Munson.” You moan, causing him to tremble and release your hands from their stationary position. His hands slide underneath your ass, his cold rings nearly causing a stinging sensation against your hot flesh.

“I’m yours.” He chokes out, kissing you again as roughly as he’s thrusting into you at this new angle.

You get to run your hands through his hair as you both begin to feel the sensation of an orgasm reach your bodies. His eyes are locked on your mouth as it falls open on its own accords. He can’t hold back the urge to have you suck two of his fingers, so that’s what he makes you do. You can taste yourself on his skin and you buck your hips slightly. 

“I’m gonna cum,” He moans loudly, his eyes rolling back. “Fuck… let me fill you up.” He slams into you without mercy now, shaking as a slight sheen of sweat covers him.

“Cum for me, please.” You beg, nearing your own moment of completion. You suck and kiss on his neck, marking him as yours in the night.

“I love you,” He whispers, an admission of his own feelings just as you both simultaneously climax at the same time, crashing against each other like waves on a turbulent sea.

It takes a few minutes for either of you to come back to Planet Earth, and when you do, you realize what he said. Judging by the fact that Eddie still had his face buried in your neck, he hadn’t realized he said it out loud. He whines with a few thrusts of aftershock before finally pulling out and disposing of the condom.

“I love you too, Eddie.” You say, softly enough for him to hear you. His head snaps up quickly to look at you.

“What did you say?” He asks, freezing in his tracks.

“I said I love you too, Eddie.” You say, leaning up on your elbows. You watch him process that news in real time as his mouth opens and closes quickly.

“Fuck me...” He mumbles, opening his duffel bag and pulling out some clothes. He pulls his Hellfire Club shirt on and his boxers before handing you a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt. You notice when you pull it over your head it’s so thin you can see through it. You mentally take note of that to use to your advantage in the morning.

“As much as I’d love to fuck my prince, you’ve worn me out completely.” You tease as he sits beside you on the bed. Your hand finds his and he holds it tightly.

“I’m worn out…” He says not facing you, instead focusing on the flickering TV. You gently tug on his hand to pull him down to rest his head on your abdomen. “I meant it though. What I said.”

“You wouldn’t say it if you didn’t mean it, Munson.” You say simply, staring up at the ceiling with a smile. “Although you did prove Jace right. He said you loved me before you even admitted it.”

“Fuck him!” He groans loudly in protest, shaking his head. His hands run over his face as his arms fall down dramatically. You laugh and look down at him to see him cracking a smile.

“I’d rather fuck you, remember?” You say sarcastically, tapping his forehead. He scrunches up his nose.

“You remember what his number is?“ Eddie asks you with a smirk as he rolls over to face you.

“I didn’t even read it to begin with.” You say, smirking. “Besides, this is where I’d rather be.”

 “This is definitely my favorite place in the world.” He says just before he peppers your face with kisses as you break out in a proud smile. The warmth you normally feel for him blooms in your chest as he begins to tickle your sides, kissing you over and over and over.

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It had been over a month since Battle of the Bands and by this point, you and Eddie were inseparable. Another cold snap had frozen Hawkins in a chilly state, a thin layer of cold spreading to everyone and everything in town.

Eddie’s hands would always reach for yours when you were around and this time was no different. He had a scuffed up acoustic guitar on his lap, his arm resting in the crook as his hand rests on your thigh. You rest your hand on top of his and smile.

“S’cold,” Frank complains, pulling his coat shut even more. Angela nods and leans into his side as he puts an arm around him. Some couples exchanged class rings or momentos like Frank and Angela, instead you and Eddie exchanged bodily fluids in every possible location.

“We can call it for now, guys. I mean, we’ve still got a month before the next Battle of the Bands. We’re taking home first with that Master of Puppets cover.” Eddie says, watching you closely as you light a cigarette. You blow the smoke away and rest your head back on the tattered couch your groups had carried in the abandoned barn nearby.

“Thank god,” You hear Angela say with a small laugh. “Just wait until you hear what new materials we’ve got though, guys. We might get first.” 

“There’s no way you could beat our Metallica,” Gareth says, using his drumsticks to beat against his thighs. You laugh and look at him, shrugging.

“May the best band win.” You say, grinning.

“And how many first place trophies do you have, princess?” Eddie says, smirking as you inhale again.

“I don’t need a trophy, Munson. I don’t have to compensate for anything like you guys.” You say with an exaggerated wink.

“Oh, I got nothing I need to compensate for, especially since you were screaming for—“ Eddie says, leaning in closer to you. You quickly place your hand over his mouth, exhaling your smoke quickly. His response to this attempt is to gently bite the palm of your hand before busting out into a fit of laughter. 

“You guys are ridiculous…” Gareth says, rolling his eyes and standing. You inhale another puff of smoke while Eddie stands up to give his best friend a hug. “I’ll see you later tonight, Ed.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything,” Eddie assures him, clapping his shoulder and looking between him and Frank. “I’ll be there at 7.” Your friends shuffle out into the cold, into their cars, and then to Gareth’s home. You look up at Eddie as he leans down, his hands resting on the back of the couch.

“What’s that look?” You ask, your eyes narrowing at him as he licks his lips.

“We have a few hours to kill before the party… I can imagine a few ways to spend it…” He says, planting a few kisses on your jaw. You can immediately feel your skin heat up with his touch.

“Oh, I’m sure you can…” You whisper into the frosty air. He chuckles and attaches his mouth to the fading mark on your neck. His cold fingers find their way as he lowers down to straddle your lap, kissing you deeply.

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“Do it then,” You challenge, pulling back to look up at Eddie Munson. “You know I’ve got my trip next week…” He takes the cigarette from between your fingers and takes the last drag, blowing the smoke into your mouth which you happily inhale. He flicks the cigarette away before leaning back.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He groans quietly, nodding before pulling the tape recorder out of his large denim coat pocket. “It’s going to be a long week without you…” 

He pops out the cassette tape and inspects it; you use this time to slide your cold hands under his shirt. He leans back down to catch your bottom lip in between his teeth gently, flicking it lightly with his tongue. You moan at the sensation, arching your back. He groans against the sensation of your nails dragging down his chest, letting your bottom lip go before he clicks the record button and sets the tape recorder onto the arm of the couch. 

His eyes scan you for a moment before he dives down into you, you moan quietly into his mouth as he rubs against you. He continues to kiss you as he cups your cheek.

“I’m going to fuck you so well you’ll feel me during the party,” He whispers, reaching down to unbutton and unzip his pants. “Show me what’s mine.” 

“Yes, sir.” You say with a sigh as you immediately comply, pulling down your fleece tights. He moans at the sight of your wet pussy, biting his lip.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, stroking himself slowly. “Lean over the back for me?” You lean over the back of the couch, your bare ass in the air for your lover. He growls, a low rumble in his chest as your eyes close. He lines himself up with you and pushes his way in quickly, exhaling loudly.

“Oh, fuck, Eddie,” You moan into the crisp air as he slams himself into you at an excruciatingly fast pace. You can’t do anything but clench onto his veiny cock, voicing your ecstasy. Your hands are gripping onto the edge of the couch as his nails dig into your hips. 

The sound of your skin slapping together and you mingled moans of pleasure is the only sounds in the barn. 

“Cum for me, princess. Cum all over my dick.” He groans, one hand gripping your shoulder. You nearly scream from the pleasure of him filling you to the halt. You see the full expanse of stars in your moments of ultimate, body rocking pleasure. Your toes curl in your boots as he moans.

“Perfect… Perfect.. tight… pussy…” Eddie moans as he bucks even harder before he coats your walls with his hot cum. You both slump down against the couch, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, Eddie…” You gasp as he pulls out, wiping you off with the bandana from his back pocket. You whimper as both of his fingers rub soft, small circles against you through the fabric. 

He sighs, looking down at your body wistfully, leaning over to turn off the recorder.

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The party is a big one, any excuse to drink was a decent one to high school seniors… and drink, they did. Eddie kept one hand on you the whole night, if you departed to chat with friends or if he went to take care of his customers you could always count on him to keep an eye on you.

You were feeling perfectly content, sipping on some kind of mixed alcohol from a large cooler, your second drink of the night, until you see Jace approaching you.

“Hello again.” He says, raising his red plastic cup with a smile.

“Hey, Jace.” You reply, taking a long drink.

“I never got a call from you,” He begins, leaning over with one hand over your head against the beige painted wall.

“Yeah, I didn’t exactly have plans to call you, I was a bit tied up that night. But we can talk now if you wanted to.” You say politely, looking up into his green eyes. He smirks and takes this as an invitation for him to close the gap between your mouths. He flattens you against the wall as your hands try to push his chest away but he’s too strong. His hands grope at you, his body right up against yours.

“I’m baaack!” Eddie says loudly in a sing-song voice.

But then, he sees what’s happening as you’re forcibly pushing Jace away from the encounter, sloshing your drink all over you and Gareth’s brown carpet.

It takes two heartbeats for Jace to be ripped away from you and two more for him to be on the ground, clutching his face. You hear Eddie yelling but you can’t make out the words. You can’t really see it as your vision becomes clouded with tears. You find yourself sliding down the wall to sit, knees pulled to your chest.

Eventually though, Eddie wraps his arms around you, stroking your hair and whispering softly, “I’ve got you sweetheart; I’m sorry I took so long… That last customer tried to fuck me over.” You just nod slowly, leaning against him.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” He says, pulling you up to your unsteady feet. He grabs the metal lunch box and wraps an arm around your waist. “Don’t worry baby, it’s just me here.”

“I love you, my knight in shining armor.” You whisper, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Love you too, princess.” He assures you, rubbing your back gently. He says goodbye to Gareth, saying he’ll give him a call later as he leads you out into the cold rain to your house a few doors away.

You had never been allowed to have a boy in your room before even though you were technically an adult still living at home, Eddie clearly already knew the drill when he gave your hands a kiss before leaping onto your childhood home’s roof from the porch railing.

Your parents were in the living room, watching some late night news. You silently slipped back inside and up the stairs, avoiding the fourth step that always creaked with your weight. Once you finally got to your room, you slid the window open and allowed Eddie entry. You quickly tried to kick the clothes strewn on the floor underneath your bed. Eddie slipped on the windowsill and fell out onto the light pink carpet of your room. He popped back up in a flash and smiled easily, sliding the window back down.

“Nice place,” He glanced around the room as you began to peel off your wet clothes. He dramatically hides behind his curly hair at the sight of you undressing, so you toss a pillow at him before he removes his jacket. He sets it over to the side beside his metal lunch box before grabbing the towel that was draped over the back of your chair. 

You glanced around warily. If you were honest, there wasn’t any indication that this was your room apart from the clothes in the closet and the guitar case stuffed under your bed and the book bag full of cassette tapes. You always had to hide yourself when you were home, keeping everything clean and pristine for your perfectionist parents.

“Sure, right.” You said softly, starting to shiver.

“Why don’t you take a shower? I just have one thing to take care of.” He says, handing you the towel and kissing your forehead.

“Are you sure?” You ask, your brow furrowing.

“Absolutely… Be a good girl and take care of yourself, I’ll be right back.” He assured you, rubbing your back. 

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You sigh softly and nod before you go to take a shower in the bathroom that connects your and your twin brother’s room. You hear the window reopen before you turn the squeaky tap.

You try not to take too long in the shower, straining your hearing for any sounds of Eddie’s return. But eventually, you start to sing a song from your band’s set, lost in the steam of the shower and hot water running over your back. After you brush your teeth, you step into the room with a cloud of steam following you. 

“What a wonderful performance.” Your twin says, sitting on the edge of your bed with a smirk. You knew you were caught then as he held the metal lunch box in his hands. “I’m sure the freak won’t mind if I take some of this…”

“No, come on…” You say, eyeing his reaction as he rifles through the contents. He looks bored almost but then smirks when he glances up at you.

“Oh, did he think he was going to be lucky tonight?” He asks, his eyebrows shooting up as he holds up a sleeve of condoms.

“Fuck, Trev. That’s probably for some other girl.” You say lamely, pulling your nightdress over your head and wiping your face.

“Some other girl? So it wasn’t you that Jason saw holding hands and sucking face with Munson in the parking lot the other night?” He asks, picking up a pre rolled joint and tucking it behind his ear.

“I don’t know who he’s sucking face with or what he’s doing any other night so I have no idea.” You say through gritted teeth. “Put it back, come on.”

“Definitely not, that waste of space doesn’t need to keep distributing this. I’ll put it to good use… and these.” He says, snapping the lunch box closed with a sinister smile. “I certainly hope the parents don’t come up in a little while.” 

He stands, pulling the drawer of your nightstand open to snatch a lighter before walking through the bathroom to his room. You slump down on the edge of your bed, chewing on your thumbnail.

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When Eddie does get back, he’s soaked to the bone with a scraped cheek and busted lip. Cold droplets of rain dropped from his hair as he pulled the window up again.

“Eddie, what did you do!” You hiss, your eyes widening as you pull him into the warmth of your room. You cradle his face in your hands and wipe away the small bit of blood that is still on his lip.

“I had to protect my true love like any hero would… but then I ran back to your castle. But at least I got a couple punches in.” He says with a pained smile, pulling his rings off. They clink when they meet the glass top of your dresser.

“God… I never meant…” You start to say, chewing on your bottom lip.

“No. This isn’t your fault, this is that fucker’s fault and he got what he deserved. I said from the beginning that you were completely taken.” Eddie states with conviction, peeling off his Reeboks.

“I-I know, but now you’re hurt.” You continue, using the towel you’ve been holding to begin to dry his hair.

“Princess, I’m fine. I’ve had worse when dealing with Jason and his band of idiots.” Eddie reassures you, pulling you close and smiling sweetly.

“I just hate this.” You say softly, sighing. “I should probably tell you though… One of those idiots is sleeping in the room that way.”

“What?!” He asks loudly, leaning to peer at the door with a confused and anxious look. You clamp your hand over his mouth for the second time today and he winces.

“My brother… Trevor… He already saw your box and stole some stuff from it… I can easily steal the shit back, but the joint is probably going to be gone.”

“Fuck.” He says, raising a hand to his forehead.

“I’m sorry, I can easily just pay you for it.” You say, looking down at the floor.

“I’m not worried about the pot, or whatever else he took.” He says, kissing the top of your head. “I just wanted to actually meet your family in a better manner. Make them realize I’m not a freak or anything.” You can’t really think of a reply; your mind immediately empties and fills with a rose colored fog. He takes your silence for a beat and then tilts your chin up to kiss him. You gingerly kiss him back, wrapping your arms around your neck.

“He took your condoms,” You reveal as you reach down to peel the shirt off of his body.

“I just got cock-blocked by your brother?!” He asks louder this time, groaning loudly in exasperation. You smack his bare chest lightly and he sighs with a smile, wrapping his arms around your waist touching your forehead to his. You’re both quiet for a while, just holding each other until Eddie begins to shiver.

“I might still have a condom around here.” You mumble, closing your eyes.

“What? You had other boys in here?” He asks, gripping you tighter. You can feel his eyes on you, studying your reaction.

“God, no. I just… would keep them in here from our Indy nights hoping eventually we could be together completely since I’ll be alone when they’re taking Trevor to Purdue…” You say sheepishly, looking up at him. He grins at this admission, picking you up and spinning you around once. “We would have had the whole house to ourselves for a week.”

He’s spending more time kissing you, careful touching you as if you’d crumble.

“I’d like to have sex with you though.” You admit, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“I’m happy to do anything with you, doesn’t have to be sex, princess… but… it would be nice to have you in a more comfortable place… Except I am very interested in what may be underneath this thing…” He says, glancing down.

His hand reaches down to lift the hem of your faded, frilly sky blue gingham nightdress. You feel your face heat up in embarrassment this time, forgetting what you were wearing. This was not your outfit of choice for when you first had Eddie in your room. You hide your face in your hands while his beautiful laugh rings out against the walls. He kneels down to place incredibly soft kisses to your thighs. You sigh his name softly as your hand falls to his hair.

“I can’t believe he tried anything with my girl… My beautiful princess…” He whispers, the cold tip of his nose brushing against your warm skin. He gently pushes you back to sit on the edge of your bed. “He wouldn’t even know how to treat you right.” He presses a gentle kiss to the side of your knee.

“I never wanted him, I was just being nice but he just assumed I did.” You say, moving the hair out of his face, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. “Can you stay please?”

“I know. Baby, I’m not leaving your side.” He assures you between kisses, standing up to peel off his tight, ripped black jeans to stand before you see him in his wet boxers. You lean back on your hands and admire what’s in front of you for the time being.

“Condom in the drawer?” He asks, walking over to your bedside table. You reach out for him as he opens the drawer to find a pink vibrator. He gasps out loud at the finding while he pulls it from its resting place, grabbing a condom with his other hand. “Well, well, is this what you have to use when I’m not inside you…”

“Shut up…” You groan as you hide your face again, blushing. You feel him grinning and trying not to laugh as he moves closer to you.

“Don’t be embarrassed… I can assure you, I’ll be using whatever aid I can while you’re gone…Especially the tape from this afternoon…” He says softly, his hands reaching out to uncover your face. “But I’m going to use this until you can’t take it anymore and then I’m going to pump you full of my cum, got that?”

You nod shakily, biting your lip in anticipation.

“Such a good girl.” He praises, pressing a deeper kiss than before onto your lips.

His hands cup your face before one hand begins its slow descent down to the edge of your dress. You can’t hold back a soft moan when his nails lightly drag up your thigh. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, kissing your neck as a set of calloused fingers reaches your exposed clit. Your back arches up to greet him as he gently pulls the straps of your dress down to expose your chest. He captures your nipple between his teeth gently before sucking and kissing your breasts all over. You cover your mouth to muffle the unholy sound that just escaped you. You can feel his smile against your collarbone.

“As much as I love you… I would love it even more if your parents didn’t find me corrupting you so I didn’t have to jump out the window.., Although you make the best noises…” He whispers with a grin as he presses the pad of his finger against your opening.

You moan quietly against your hand as it pushes past inside of you, sucking and biting gently on your breast. He pumps his finger inside of you gently, pressing your hip down with one hand. He’s beginning to pick up the pace when you hear the sound of a gentle knock before your bedroom door squeaks open. Your eyes widen as he groans quietly, burying his face in your neck.

“I’m not going anywhere, princess.” He whispers into your skin before rolling onto the floor as you quickly pull your quilt over you.

“Good night, honey.” Your mother says, poking her head into your dark room. “I didn’t realize you had gotten home earlier. Must have been during the 9 o’clock news.” She crosses over the threshold and takes a few steps into your room.

“Oh, yeah. I didn’t want to bother you two,” You offer lamely with a smile, pulling the blanket closer to you.

“Why is your window open? You’ll catch a cold!” She exclaims, starting to move towards it.

“You know how much I love when it rains… I’ll get it!” You say quickly, swinging your feet over the side of the bed where Eddie is currently crouched, hiding with a smirk. You make your way over to the window before slamming it shut and locking it. You nudge the evidence of Eddie’s visit further under your desk as you walk back over into bed. He reaches his hand up quickly to touch your leg as you climb back into bed.

“All right… Well, you know next Sunday we’re driving to Purdue. I’ll leave some extra money and you know that I don’t want that boy Gareth and his freak friends over here while we’re gone. That devil worshiping music is just scary! Plus Jolene, you know Jolene, the one who lives between us says he is wearing black all of the time!” She says, folding her arms with a huff.

Eddie can’t hold it back anymore and snickers which you scramble to cover up with a cough as you move to kick his side gently. He simply reaches up to grab it, placing silent soft kisses on your calf. You feel yourself blushing and start coughing again.

“I would never do that, Mom. I promise.” You say, nodding and crossing your arms.

“Good. It was bad enough having to pick you up from the Shakespeare club when your friends snuck in alcohol underneath the PTO’s eyes… Then hearing about Gareth’s extracurriculars includes some kind of Satan club… You don’t need to start to do anything reckless.” She says, her frown setting in. Eddie’s fingers ghost up your leg as he kisses the scar from a bike wreck on your calf.

“Mom… That was one time! I’m not even friends with any of them anymore.” You argue, whining slightly, embarrassed for the thousandth time that night.

“Just want you to be safe.” She replies quickly, holding her hands up. “I’ll let you sleep now, I know you’ve got work in the morning.” She exits the room, but not before she straightens up a stack of pictures on your dresser. Eddie pops back up, smirking down at you.

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“God, I can’t believe you’ve let the freaks of Hawkins High corrupt you!!” He hisses, waving his arms dramatically and sticking his tongue out. You fight back a laugh as he falls gracefully on top of you, kissing every part of you that he can reach.

“Eddie…” You giggle as you ruffle his hair.

“Shakespeare club though… Who would have thought my rebellious girl was such a fucking nerd.” He teases, nipping at your jaw.

“Fuck off, Munson, almighty dungeon master.” You say, grinning and rolling your eyes.

“I’d rather just have you fuck me… Maybe even ride me… I know if I get on top I’ll have you screaming so loud… you’d wake up the neighbors.” He says with a devilish grin, flipping both of you so he was on his back with you in his arms.

You squeak and bury your face in his neck, kissing sloppily. He groans quietly, running his hands up and down your back.

“You were driving me crazy just by touching me, Ed.” You whisper as he leans back against your pillows, touching the tip of his nose to yours.

“Good, that was the goal.” He says, satisfied with his work as his hands slowly trail down to lift your night dress off, leaving you fully exposed to him. He sucked in a sharp breath admiring what he could see and touch. “Let me do it again.”

He gently pushes you up to a kneeling position, his stiffening cock rubbing against you briefly as it rests against your stomach. His hands slowly move up your hips, paying close attention to your bat tattoo again, before making his way to place your breasts in his palms. He leans up to kiss your chest, and shoulders, and neck as much as he can as your head falls back. One of his hands smooths out your hair against your back, stroking gently. When he tugs on your hair, you gasp and buck your hips against him. He sighs your name like a weight was lifted off his chest.

“Please, Eddie…” You whimper, know how wet you were from these encounters, knowing that drinking in the sight of Eddie Munson beneath you can make you forget the rest of the world exists. He hums softly, letting your nipple go with a soft pop.

“Does my princess need me to be inside of her?” He asks, his tone teasing but his eyes imploring and full of lust.

You nod, muted by just a look from him. He simply smiles sweetly before he pulls his cock out, rolling the condom onto it, his calloused fingers gripping around its base, while his other fingers move against your aching center. His hands move to grip your hips before settling you just above him. When you slowly slide down, his cock entering you, his eyes squeeze shut. Eddie had never been so slow and gentle. You sigh softly, your hands reaching down to rest on his shoulders. One of his hands reaches up to bring your face down to his, kissing you sloppily and openly. Your hips begin to roll on it’s own accord, thrusting against his cock. He moans quietly in your mouth, his hand in your hand.

“God… You feel so good, baby.” He mutters, his head falling back down into the pillow.

His curly hair spreads out against the cream colored pillow case, his hands go back to their rightful place on your hips. His fingers dig in slightly as he lifts you up and down even faster. The sound of your love-making quietly echoes off the thin walls of your childhood bedroom. You nod quickly, moaning his name into the air above you both, feeling the slow ecstasy of an orgasm approaching you. Eddie’s tongue darts out from between his lips, watching you carefully, one hand finally touching your clit again and rubbing quickly. You gasp and arch your back, your eyes closing as you cum all over his thick cock. Eddie moans louder as your hands clamps over his mouth, his cheeks flushing as he smiles against the palm of your hand.

“I’m close…” He whispers against your skin, kissing the palm of your hand quickly before he pulls you down to kiss him. His tongue meets yours as he moans, thrusting harder and faster. As he cums, he allows a strangled moan into your mouth, his cock pulsing inside of you. You quietly moan in return, unable to stop yourself from still rutting against him roughly. “Fuck… You need to stop that unless you want to go again…” He groans, looking up at you.

“Mm… Maybe I do.” You say leaning back to roll your hips one last time before lifting off of him completely. He whimpers slightly at the loss of your body contact, tossing an arm over his forehead. He peels off the offending condom and tosses it in your wastebasket.

“I didn’t even get to use the vibrator… but maybe next week.” He says, climbing back into bed after pulling his boxers back on. You reach down to grab your nightgown but his hands grab yours to place a shirt of his into them. You pull the shirt over your head as he cuddles up close to you, allowing you to be the small spoon as you both sleep in bed together for the first time.

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It was two days before Spring Break and you were all lounging in Gareth’s garage, smoking pot and drinking. Eddie has his mixtape playing in the boombox on the work bench beside their instruments. He was sitting on the floor, his arms draped over your knees.

It was a great mixtape so far. You were all chatting over it, barely noticing it.

Until there’s a familiar sound that you recognize. The sound of his name on your quivering lips as he pounds into you from behind. You look down at him and he takes a long drink and smiles up at you.

“What song is this, Munson? New Guns and Roses?” Jeff asks, turning it up a bit more. His face turns bright red when he recognizes it’s Eddie singing over shredding guitars and the sound of your sexual adventures.

“Oh, fuck.” Gareth says, his eyes going wide as he shifts in his seat.

“I plead the fifth,” Eddie states with a wink and another drink. You take a drag on the joint, blushing slightly.

“Eddie.…” You mumble, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “I highly doubt your friends want to hear this.…”

“Oh, they don’t wanna hear me railing my girlfriend?” He replies, the widest grin on his face, his eyes disappearing as he begins to laugh. “I gotta listen to Jeff and Angela go at it every time they come over.”

The garage door opens at a crucial moment, and Gareth scrambles to get up to stop the tape.

“What was that sound?” His mom asks, her head cocking to the side.

“Nothing, just practicing, Mom.” Gareth says, his hands trying to turn it off but instead turning it up louder.

“Just testing out new material.” Jeff says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Me in bed with my hot girlfriend.” Eddie replies, snorting and taking another. You slap his shoulder and hide your laughter. Gareth tips the boom box out of fear, the contraption falling to the concrete floor.

“Edward Munson! You’ll be the death of me!” Gareth’s mom states, shaking her head and walking back into the house.

Your entire group of friends burst out in a fit of laughter and you wish that it would be like this forever but Spring Break of ‘86 had other plans…