Adventures-of-impala - Asheeee

🏳️‍🌈 Ruth Ellis (1899 - 2000) was the daughter of former slaves. She came out as a lesbian when she was 16-years-old to the complete acceptance of her family. In 1937, Ruth and her longtime partner moved to Detroit from their hometown of Springfield, Illinois for the promise of higher wages. There, she became the first woman in Michigan to run her own printing business. She printed fliers, posters, and stationary in the front room of her home, which also quickly became a hotspot for Black LGBTQ social life. Before long, Ruth was helping those who came around in any way she could, including by paying for college tuitions. After the Stonewall uprising, 70-year-old Ruth began giving speeches in support of gay and lesbian rights all across the country. She remained an activist for the rest of her long life and even spent her 100th birthday leading the San Francisco Dyke March. At the time of her death at 101, she was recognized as the oldest out lesbian in the US. She is the subject of the documentary "Living With Pride: Ruth C. Ellis @ 100" and is the namesake of the Ruth Ellis Center, a shelter for homeless and at-risk LGBTQ youth in Detroit.

Celebrate Ruth Ellis.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruth_Ellis_(activist)

#Pride #BlackLivesMatter

i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because: 

i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 

most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person 

im not a pissbaby

Me and my faggot music

damn ok lake superior

A fawn curled up beside a fake deer which is used for target practice. 

smoke me out

𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you and eddie are friends — and really, what's a little shotgunning amongst friends? [ 7.4k ]

𝗰𝘄: friends to lovers, dubcon bc they're high, reader with a vagina & breasts, drug use (weed), smoking & shotgunning, pathetic attempts at dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, and goofy eddie (always)

𝗮/𝗻: the stoner in me came out at the beginning, ngl. this is just a horny culmination of my need to shotgun with eddie and also to rub his sweaty body with my own. and yes, that one part is inspired by the gifs of the hoard scene featuring joe's tight little ass grinding away.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+ 𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

It's just you and Eddie today.

You're propped up against the headboard side by side, a nest of pillows providing you both with a cushion from the uncomfortable framework behind your bed. The muted sound of James Hetfield's voice floating through your stereo speakers over a heavy clash of drums and guitar has your head bobbing in time with the beat. Eddie has long-since gone from shredding on air guitar to intently staring at the way his own ringed fingers bend toward his palm every time the pitch shifts incrementally, mentally contemplating the chord changes by ear. 

Despite the windows thrown open on either side of the room, your small apartment reeks of smoke and weed. The humid Indiana summer air filtering through the curtains is not nearly strong enough to properly air out the cramped space. It's one of those wonderfully warm days — peak summertime. Not overly hot, but enough to have your skin prickling with heat beneath a tank top and cotton shorts. 

Eddie is still lounging in a threadbare pair of checkered pajama pants and a cutoff tee, the top half of his hair tied back in a haphazard bun to lessen the weight of the thick curls sticking to his neck. 

Eddie is prone to complaining when it's hot. Or when it's cold. And also when it's rainy. Or windy. 

Point is, you're not sure why he's yet to complain about the lack of air conditioning in your apartment, but Eddie seems content as ever. It could have something to do with the little glass pipe the two of you have been passing back and forth all afternoon. The bowl on the end had been packed tight, more than enough weed to have both of you thoroughly stoned, well before it's even finished.

The ceiling fan is stirring up the faintest breeze. You've burned yourself thrice on a rogue, billowing flame while trying to light up. The circulating air keeps pushing an errant dark curl down over Eddie's face every time he dips his head to take a hit.. You've combed it back for him four times, already—God forbid he set his hair on fire. Again. You're not sure he's even noticed the way your hand lingers on that smooth strip of skin behind his ear just a little longer each time.

But you can't help it, not with the way everything's gone a little foggy at the edges. Your eyes seem to process your surroundings in near slow-motion, all while the world shines with a barely-perceptible gleam. The last twenty minutes the two of you have spent smoking have done wonders to soften the world around you. Your head is full of air in that familiarly pleasant way that leaves you feeling a bit like you might float away at any second. Like a balloon in the sky. And with the added bonus of Eddie by your side, you're entirely relaxed. Contented.  

Weak beneath the lazy weight of your high pressing in on you, you suddenly flop your weight down sideways across the bed, your head landing over Eddie's thighs. You blink slow up at him, hazy gaze focusing on the underside of Eddie's face while he brings his bony knees up from the mattress to cage you a little closer to his chest. The angle would be outrageous were you looking up at anyone else, you're sure, but Eddie..

He's so pretty.

All rogue-ish boy. Unkempt and wild, but still entirely beautiful.

You can't help the way your hand finds its way up, up, up. Your fingertips dancing across the barely-there five o'clock shadow on the edge of his jaw. You trace the hard line all the way from his chin to his ear, his stubble scratchy and wholly soothing when you lightly scrape your nails against the grain of it.

Eddie, on the other hand, has found himself entirely focused on the way gravity has moved your breasts in your new position below him. The awkward angle has carried them up and out, bra-less and soft and hypnotizing. They shift just a little every time your hand moves across his face. The tank top you've chosen to wear today is thin, indecently so, in his opinion. His brown eyes have been glued to the obvious outline of your nipples beneath the fabric since the moment you'd greeted him at the door, and his ogling has only gotten less subtle as his high settled in. He risks another longing glance down past your collar bones, reddened eyes dragging over the shape of your puffy nipples hidden underneath.

You're thumbing softly at the coarse hairs just under his chin when Eddie gives in to impulse and  purses his lips to blow a cool breath of air over your neck and chest. You can't help but giggle as your skin reacts, goosebumps spreading down your arms, and unbeknownst to you, your nipples tightening into semi-hard peaks beneath your top.

They're not the only things that are suddenly semi-hard. 

Eddie smacks his lips and swallows the drool that he's embarrassed to admit has pooled beneath his tongue. His ring-clad knuckles brush the side of your breast as he reaches to take the forgotten bowl from the blankets. 

He attempts to gather himself as he takes another hit. He holds it for a count of five and then exhales a cloud of smoke whilst urging himself to imagine something utterly repulsive.. His uncle in the shower, roadkill, the way his balls itch uncomfortably after he plays a gig at The Hideout in too-tight jeans — anything that might keep him from popping an unwanted boner while you've got your pretty, unassuming head resting in his lap.

Your fingers are now trailing lightly over the light freckles dotting the bridge of Eddie's nose. His skin is a little pink from yesterday's sun, despite the number of times you'd physically dragged him from Steve's pool to apply sunscreen to his steadily-reddening cheeks. The previous day outside has Eddie's barely-there freckles appearing far more visible than usual, speckled along the round tip of his nose, his cheeks, even the crinkles around his eyes. You think they make him look even more handsome, boyish perhaps, but handsome all the same.

Through the warm fog in your brain, you find yourself smiling up at him. A dopey grin on your face as you poke at the soft apples of his cheeks — Like he's your own personal plaything. Your heart ticks excitedly when the corner of Eddie's lips quirk up at you in response, his pupils blown wide, surrounded by a thin ring of molten chocolate. His teeth flash with his sweet little chuckle of amusement, cheeks dimpling beneath the sparsest area of his stubble.

“You've got freckles,” You comment quietly. “They're cute.” You smack your lips once, mouth dry with dehydration, “I like 'em.. 'nd your stubble, too. Feels nice.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Eddie chuckles, stoned and more than a bit flattered under the weight of your attention. His chest puffs up a little proudly, his words flowing without any real thought behind them, “Made it all myself.. 'S hard work.. But, uh, y'know. Someone's gotta do it.”

He slips his lighter between two of his fingers and holds the bowl off to the side so that he can drag the fingers of his free hand softly, delicately, over your hair where it's fanned out over his lap. He doesn't want to mess it up, especially doesn't want one of his rings to get caught and pull. But it looks so soft, and through the haze, he can't fight the impulse to simply.. touch. So gently. 

His attention seems intently focused on the careful motions of his fingers along your hair, and you take advantage of his distraction by finally allowing your gaze to drop to his mouth. Eddie keeps slowly rolling and biting his lips between his teeth. Canines dig into the flesh before he's scrunching his nose and pursing his lips, only to scrape his teeth over them again in a never-ending loop. You doubt he's even aware he's doing it but it's beginning to make his lips swell, the skin darkening to a brighter shade of pink from the abuse.

All at once, your trance is broken when his tongue pokes out to wet his smoke-dry lips. Your mind flashes suddenly with an idea. 

The absence of both the Hellfire crew and your other friends was truly a rarity. You hardly ever got to be alone with Eddie like this. You'd tried to ask him out once upon a time- No, not just once. Twice. Twice you'd asked him on a date — both of which had somehow ended in group excursions rather than romantic one-on-one time, how it had happened two separate times, you still weren't sure — and at this point you'd given up entirely. Because maybe it just wasn't meant to be. It was okay, really, you'd almost grown content in your longing. 

But, the way Eddie's lips shone lightly after his tongue stroked over them.. It had your brain reeling with possibility. If you were ever going to get his mouth on yours in private, even just for a fleeting moment, it didn't seem possible that an opportunity so seamless would ever present itself again.

It was worth a shot.

“I want another hit.” You tell him, licking at your own lips as brown eyes refocus on your face.

“M'kay, well, you're prob'ly gonna need to sit up for that, sweets,” Eddie points out, entirely unaware of the way your tummy always swoops when the thoughtless pet name falls from his lips. “Unless you were really lookin' t'get a face full'a ash.. In which case, you can definitely keep layin-” A burst of air leaves his nose with a laugh of surprise, repeating his own words to himself with a sweetly boyish giggle, “Sounds like ass. Face full'a ass. Now, that I'd like-”

Normally you'd join in on the joke. Poke a little fun at him for saying such a thing. Freak. You'd say it fondly, with an eye roll to go with it, maybe you'd throw in a half-serious offer involving his face and your backside- But you don't say any of those things. You can't. You're in the middle making the not-so-carefully crafted scene in your head a reality — And, can't he see that? Why is he trying to distract you? 

“Ash. Riiight, uh huh. Well,” You pause, feign innocence before your next words. “Maybe.. Maybe you could shotgun it to me n' that way I can stay right here?” You suggest cautiously, before adding as an afterthought, “If you want, I mean.” 

Any amusement is immediately stripped from Eddie's expression. He spends a few achingly long seconds blinking down at you with heavy eyelids, gaze hooded and distant. His weed-hazy brain takes a moment to actually process your words, but then, just as suddenly as he'd zoned out, he's nodding and bringing the glass pipe back up to his lips, one hand cupped around the end to shield the flame from the path of the ceiling fan.

The lighter clicks and swishes quietly as he lights up. He lowers the bowl after a long second, ringed hand dipping beneath your head and guiding you oh-so gently to arch your neck upward, until he can lean down and press his mouth down softly against yours. 

That first soft brush of his lips has your whole body thrumming. Butterflies begin a rampage in your stomach, so much so that you have to actively remind yourself to part your lips beneath his.

He presses down just a bit more, lips squishing solidly to your own parted ones and sending your heart racing dangerously, but then he's exhaling the smoke into your waiting mouth. You breathe it in as it comes, letting the warmth of it flow from his body and into your own.

He watches you intently as he moves to pull back and sit upright again. Watches the way you seal your mouth shut, lips rolling between your teeth while your lashes flutter against the apples of your cheeks. You allow the smoke to simply sit in your lungs for a long moment before relaxing your chest and exhaling through your nose, releasing the diluted cloud up into the air between you. 

Eddie blinks down at you with heavy lids. There's a long moment of silence between you. It's a palpable thing — not quite awkward or tense, but brimming with an unexpected energy that neither one of you can quite decipher. It's charged. Something like static electricity, or the tether between two magnets of an opposite charge. It nearly tingles in the breadth of space between you.

Eddie feels it. He wonders if you feel it too.

“D'you want another hit?” He asks after a minute, his voice scratchy.

You merely nod your head, not trusting your own voice, and the movement has you refocusing suddenly on the soft press of his calloused fingers where they linger against the nape of your neck. You watch with bated breath as Eddie brings the glass pipe in his hand back to his lips again, letting his gentle grip fall from the top of your spine for just a moment so that he can flick the flame of the lighter over the tiny pocket at the end of the pipe once again. 

Eddie drops the items in his hands to your bedside table carelessly once he's gotten a good lungful of smoke. He leans down in a faster movement this time than he had done before, his hand dipping back beneath your head in a flash to bring your mouths together again.

His lips are dry against your own, but so soft. You're not sure if it's the high or simply Eddie, but the barely-there scratch of stubble over his upper lip is delicious. It feels so good it makes you a little lightheaded. 

Your mouth slips open, inhaling as he exhales. You feel the warmth of the smoke entering your mouth, taste the bitterness of it on your tongue as the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces.

You're preparing to let your craned neck fall back to his lap, to close your lips in an effort to keep the smoke inside of your lungs — but then Eddie is tightening his grip on the back of your head incrementally, and instead of pulling back, he slots your lips together more firmly. Your heart skips in surprise and you can practically hear the blood pumping in your ears. Your brain seems to white out for a moment, unable to focus on anything that isn't Eddie's soft lips moving tentatively against your own. 

A thin cloud of smoke escapes into the air around you as your mouths begin to move together in synchrony. You can't hold back a soft gasp of surprise when Eddie's tongue swipes warmly across the seam of your lips. Your heart pounds, your mouth opening beneath his again without hesitation. 

The kiss that follows is a frenzied rush of lips and teeth and tongue. Hunger blossoms in the pit of your stomach. But it somehow manages to feel so languid, so sensual beneath the relaxed fogginess of your high. 

Your back arches, shoulders lifting from Eddie's thigh to meet him more than halfway. The movement prompts his hands to find your hips and Eddie is tugging you upright in a flash. Suddenly you're wedged between his legs, practically in his lap. Your knees curling around his waist as he leans farther into your space, chasing your warmth until barely any space exists between you. 

Your hands slide idly along his body in a slow trail. Each scrape against your palms feels divine. Every inch of him feels like silk under your fingers. The smooth, worn cotton of his tshirt. The tight ringlets of curls at the nape of his neck, a little damp with sweat. The soft give of warm muscle beneath your eager hands on his chest, his arms, his hips. You attempt to memorize every inch of him, your limbs seemingly moving of their own accord, touch-hungry and weightless all at once. 

He's so warm and- God, you want to be inside of him. You think you might want to bury yourself beneath his skin and make a home there. He smells like heaven, like sweat and weed and masculine body wash. Your fingertips drag leisurely along the length of his inked arms, inching slow back toward his neck like you have all the time in the world to explore every inch of his body. 

Your touch is scorching across his skin, overwhelming and seemingly everywhere at once but simultaneously not enough. It's like all of his wildest dreams have come to life, and Eddie can't fucking believe that this is happening. That you're practically in his lap, your tongue in his mouth, legs draped around his waist, hands tucked beneath the gaping sleeves of his muscle tee to roam freely and grope at the exposed skin of his hips.

Eddie's head cranes just a bit to the side in an attempt to deepen the kiss, licking his way deeper. His own arms curl around your waist, tightening at the curve of your spine to tug your body flush against his. The action has a needy noise pushing its way into his mouth as your tongues explore one another with warm, wet licks. He groans at a particularly slow curl of your tongue, he swears he feels it in his fucking balls. 

He's so turned on he thinks his dick might explode. Eddie changes your position in another quick movement, holding you flush to his chest before he's directing you to lie back against the mattress and slotting himself right there  between your thighs. 

Despite the way your head has gone a little fuzzy from lack of oxygen, you can't find it in yourself to pull away from him. All you can do is slide your hands from Eddie's shoulders and up into his hair. Tingles shoot from your fingertips as they slide into his frizzy curls, yanking some of them free from his bun just to feel the way they tangle around your fingers. A hot flush of arousal pulses in your cunt at the satisfied noise that Eddie lets out when you tug lightly, and that noise alone has you suddenly frantic. 

You can't get enough of him; his sounds, his taste, the press of his warm body between your thighs.  

The hand he isn't using to support himself against the mattress rubs along your waist of its own accord, his fingertips slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to brush featherlight over your skin. You swear sparks erupt in his wake. 

You pull back just enough to murmur his name desperately against his lips, but the syllables are barely out before you're licking into his mouth again with unbridled hunger. Eddie's groan meets your ears in response to your weak plea — what you're begging for, you're not quite sure, but then his hips drop against yours with a slow roll and that- 

Oh, that is exactly what you needed.

You can't help the soft whimper that falls into his mouth. The warm line of his half-hard cock pressing against your cunt through the thin barrier of your pajama bottoms has you dizzy. Eddie grinds hips against yours in another slow roll, clothed erection pressing soft into your cunt and prompting the seam on your shorts to nudge at your clit. You both groan in sync, parted lips barely brushing through the breathless sounds.

You also can't help the way you lift your hips in time with each grind of his length against you. The warm weight of his balls squishes against the fabric of your shorts every time his pelvis drags over your own. The thin cotton feels far too thick of a barrier currently between you and his cock. 

Ringed fingers sneak up a little farther beneath your shirt, his hand tightening over your naked breast, and you keen at the feeling. He alternates between brushing the calloused pad of his thumb over your nipple and covering the area with his palm to give it a soft squeeze. His lips fall slack against your own, too busy focussing on the way his fingers release and then grope again and again, the kind of distracted intrigue that could only be a result of his high.

A soft whine falls from your lips after a minute of putting up with his lazy fondling. You tug at the hair between your fingers again and nip encouragingly at his lips in a silent plea for a kiss. His mouth finally resumes moving against your own, and you gratefully allow him to direct the kiss. You give him full control of the pace, which turns out to be a give and take of desperate licks into your mouth followed by gentle caresses of his spit-slick lips against your own. Lips smack each time you part, tongues sliding together wetly, heaving breaths rush in and out of your noses as you both attempt to pull as much oxygen in as humanly possible in an effort to not break apart.  

Your fingers find the knob of his spine, and you tug on the collar at the back of his shirt in silent question. Eddie answers by pushing back up on his knees to yank the fabric over his head in a quick movement. His tattooed chest heaves with slightly labored breaths and you watch him with rapt attention, your eyes drawn to the tiny patch of hair nestled between his pecs and lightly dusted around his nipples. Then your focus drops to the thicker trail that leads down into the waistband of his pants. The pale skin beneath the hair glistens with sweat, and good God you want to taste it-

But you're only granted a few seconds to ogle his torso before Eddie is dipping back down to catch your lips with his, your mouths immediately separating just enough that he can strip you of your own top. 

As soon as your naked chest is exposed to him, Eddie is dragging his lips down your body in a slow trail. He pauses for a moment to kiss a spot just below your ear, his voice raspy when he speaks, “You good? This alright?” He checks quietly. 

You reach up to tangle a hand in his hair again, a breathless sigh leaving your lips as you feel the warmth of his mouth pressing against your neck, “Good, yeah. Very, very alright.” 

Eddie wastes no time, his lips trailing lower. He leaves a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses to your exposed breasts, relishing in the way you react to his mouth, the way your spine arches up from the mattress at the attention. 

“Jesus H. Christ. 's incredible,” Eddie mumbles, his words slurred against your chest as he bites and sucks at the skin on the side of your breast. His head has gone hazy with lust, his fingers slipping beneath your body to grab a desperate fistful of your ass, “Hand to God. I swear, I've never fuckin' seen more perfect-”

You interrupt the filth spewing from his mouth with an entirely unintentional moan, slightly overwhelmed by the influx of sensations. His praise in your ears. The feeling of his fingertips sinking into the plush of your ass. The prominent bulge in his bottoms dragging against you. 

Eddie curses under his breath, taking your nipple into his mouth and biting down softly before immediately soothing his tongue over it in apology.

Your brain is a little fuzzy. Sweetly faded and hazy at the edges, but somehow, each touch and sound between the two of you feels heightened — Magnified and all that more intense. As if your high has somehow managed to mute everything on earth except for Eddie. 

You release his hair in favor of sliding your hands down his back to grope the globes of his ass over his pajama bottoms while his hips continue to rock forward in a dizzying rhythm. A knead to the flesh there has Eddie whining sinfully against your tongue and your pussy fucking throbs in response.

"Baby," Eddie pants into your mouth, his voice nearly cracking with need, "Take 'em off, please- Baby? c'n we-?"

He doesn't finish the question but you nod, nose brushing against his as your hands slip underneath the waistband of his pants. Your fingers are very nearly trembling while you shove the fabric down below the curve of his ass. 

You feel the moment that his cock springs free and you immediately have to crane your neck down to take a peek — The urge to see him is too strong. And God is it a glorious sight. 

Flushed red at the tip and achingly hard— Jesus it's thick, gloriously thick. His pubes are dark and untamed around the base, hiding just how big he truly is. It's the most gorgeous cock you've ever fucking seen and it's bumping softly against the crotch of your shorts, wetting the fabric with smeared pre-cum that Eddie's fucking leaked over the head. He's wet with need, same as you, and the thought makes you feel fucking insane. 

Which means you ogle perhaps longer than you should. 

A needy grumble rises in Eddie's throat that has you snapping out of it suddenly and bringing a hand up into the narrow space between your faces. It takes a moment with the dryness of smoke lingering on your tongue, but you manage to gather enough spit to lick a wet stripe up your palm and fingers, and then you're reaching down to curl your fingers around him. 

Half-naked is practically Eddie's default state when he's stoned or drunk, you've drooled over just the outline of him in his underwear more times than you can count, but you're still somehow surprised by the sheer size of him in your hand. The weight of him. Long and curved just a little to the right — so silky and so soft under the slippery glide of your fist. You work your hand slow over him, rewarded with a beautiful little groan of thanks from the man above you, the sound of it guttural as you begin to jerk him with slick strokes. 

“Ohhh my god, that- that's, j-jesus-” His voice fucking cracks. 

Eddie's hips jump as he fucks into your fist. His eyes roll back, a little delirious just from the sight of your smaller hand wrapped around him. You switch from long strokes in favor of shorter ones where you can focus your attention on his tip, your thumb swiping back and forth over the head of his cock with each flick of your wrist. Eddie doesn't even recognize the sounds leaving his mouth. The combination of his high and the wet glide of your hand is too maddening to care. 

You make your own small noise of amazement that has Eddie coming back to himself suddenly. He yanks your shorts down your thighs with an impatient huff, pulling away from you just long enough to discard the last of both of your clothing before he's caging you back against the mattress once again. And then his lips are making their way to your neck, kissing and sucking lightly between these oh-so pretty little groans against your throat, his hips bucking restlessly into your own all the while. 

You give an eager cant of your hips, feet pressing into the mattress until the tip of Eddie's cock brushes the seam of your cunt. Eddie makes another sweet little noise of surprise that has you draping an arm around his neck, your face pressing into his shoulder as you repeat the movement with intention. 

You want him so bad your pussy fucking aches. 

“Ed, can we, please?” You whisper desperately into his skin. 

The question is barely out before he's nodding against your throat, bracing his knees and lining himself up with your hole. His hips push forward until just the tip of his cock presses into the wet heat of your cunt, but good lord-

He's so big. It feels a bit like he's splitting you right down the middle, but it's so good. He rocks his hips forward slowly, each little push stretching you wider than you thought possible. Every time you think he can't possibly have more to give you, he slips in a little deeper. He reaches so far inside of you that your eyes roll back, a long, drawn-out moan tearing past your lips at the slow stretch, the dull fullness behind your navel that you can nearly feel in your throat. 

“Oh, fuck.” You whine breathlessly, hands scrambling for purchase along his skin. Your nails bite into the sweat-slick muscles of his back before slipping lower still. You find the dimples at the base of his spine, nails raking over the pale white skin of his hips and ass. Your whole body goes lax underneath him as the wiry bush of his pubes finally meets your own. 

The noise Eddie releases into the curve of your shoulder borders on a whimper, his breath hot against your skin as he rocks his hips forward again and again. His weight pushes you deeper into the mattress, his cock grinding desperately against the absolute deepest parts of you. He gasps with each nudge of your cervix against the head of his cock, practically humping you through the haze of his high as he tries to give you time to adjust to his size. 

“Y'good?” Eddie pants into your neck, words slurred together with need. He feels half a second from fucking begging when your legs spread further, your thighs falling back toward the mattress and allowing him even deeper and holy fucking shit. “Ohh, c'n I move?” He’s all but whining now, “Please. God, please can I-” 

“Uh huh, 'm good, 'm good, I-” Your assurances cut off with a wail when he begins to pull back and drive in again with a sharp snap of his hips. Your fingers tighten where his hairy thighs meet his ass, nails biting into taut muscle in an attempt to ground yourself. “Ohmygod.” You whine, eyes glazing over with the heat that pools behind your navel with each thrust.

“Y'feel so good.” Eddie mumbles, slack mouth pressed to the sensitive spot below your ear. 

He pushes up on his elbows, but only enough that you can gape up at him with hooded eyes, brows furrowed with just how fucking good he feels. 

“Fuucck, y're pretty,” Eddie groans between deep thrusts, his words drawing a moan from your lips. He brings one hand to your cheek, thumb pushing into the plush cushion of your swollen lips before he's covering them with his own in a messy kiss, “Y're so hot. So. fucking. perfect.” 

His words are spoken quietly against your lips between thrusts, his nose squishing your own in close proximity, and you draw him back down to your mouth in a hungry kiss, teeth clashing. 

The pace Eddie has set is intoxicating, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming his hips forward to fill you up again with deep thrusts. Your moans are loud, wanton and uncontrollable under the haze of your high, only somewhat muffled by Eddie's mouth covering yours. 

In a frenzy, you find yourself kissing away the sweat beading on his upper lip. You lave your tongue softly over the light prickle of stubble at his cupid’s bow, but you're only granted a moment to relish in the scratch of it before Eddie is nosing at your cheek and urging you back into a scorching, albeit distracted, kiss. His fingers wrap around your upper thigh to hitch your leg a little higher on his hip, rocking his hips forward again and managing to hit impossibly deeper inside of you. He drives into that spongey spot behind your navel and you writhe-

“Oh-” You gasp into his mouth in surprise, head gone fuzzy as he continues fucking your at the new angle, “Eddie!  I, fuck-” 

He responds with a groan. His lips leave yours to forge a trail of biting kisses over your skin. He wants to kiss you everywhere. He wishes he could kiss every inch of your skin and still keep fucking you. You're weak to do anything but lie there and take it and it makes Eddie feel dizzy with power. Your arms curl around his shoulders again, head thrown back against the bed in ecstasy. 

Eddie's mouth is seemingly everywhere, lips sucking at the underside of your jaw, tongue leaving a wet trail over your collarbones and throat, teeth sinking into the curve of your shoulder. Each new sensation sends another spark of arousal down your spine, sends your brain farther into the clouds. 

It’s almost too much. It has you tightening your thighs around his hips and rolling sideways over the bed to switch positions, his cock slipping free as you find yourself straddling his waist with only a slight wobble from the momentum. Eddie makes a quiet noise of surprise and petulance, but it melts into a grateful, high-keening moan when you sink back down onto him. Your hips press flush to his as you set a new, slower rhythm of your own making. 

“Oh, Jesus,” Eddie whines in amazement, hands tracing over the curve of your waist and breasts as you rock back and forth onto him, “Shit. You look so good like this.” His praise comes out through heaving breaths.

You rest one hand supportively over the sparse hair at the center of his chest, the fingers of your other hand trailing up the skin of his arm until you can tangle your hands together against the mattress. You grind your hips down harder, deeper, and Eddie groans, his hips bucking up unconsciously to meet you halfway. 

Your forearms fall on either side of his head. Your weight pressing down against his chest has Eddie immediately fisting your ass and thighs in a bruising grip to help guide your movements. You lean down to bury your face in his neck as you slide back and forth along his length in a slow rhythm, your legs already aching with exertion even with the help of his strong arms.

The loud slapping of skin meeting skin every time the backs of your thighs meet his own rings loudly in your ears. Your staggered breathing falls against his lightly stubbled jaw, lips leaving distracted kisses in apology for the way your hot breath fans out against his already sweaty neck. 

“God, Eds,” You moan into his skin, sucking a mark against his throat while he uses his tight grip on your hips to fuck you down onto himself, “You feel. So f-fucking good-” 

You let out a yelp as Eddie twists your bodies again with a grunt, and suddenly his body above yours once more, his hand on your shoulder as he sinks back inside of you.

“Need it faster. Harder.” He pants, “That okay?” 

You nod, head rubbing against the mattress, “Yes. Please, yeah-” 

Eddie trails his fingers down the back of your thigh and guides you to wrap your legs around his waist, and then he’s fucking into you in quick, punishing thrusts. Your moans only increase in volume at the change of pace, your whole body seemingly flushed with heat. Your hands scrape desperately over Eddie's back as he pounds into you, nails cutting into pale skin. 

“Shit,” Eddie groans, his forehead dropping down against yours in an unexpectedly tender movement, though it does little to take away from the sound of your bedframe creaking, the wet squelch every time he drives back into you. “God, 're you close?” He asks desperately.

“Uh-huh.” You confirm immediately, brain hazy and muscles tensing with each hard thrust that brings you closer and closer to your peak. 

Eddie's nose rubs soft along your cheekbone as he nods, joining your mouths in a kiss that's more breath and tongue than anything else. You struggle to focus on moving your mouth against his as your orgasm begins to creep into the corners of your vision. Eddie's weight drops down onto one elbow to allow him the stability to reach in between you. His hand settles over your pelvis, his fingers swiping messy over your clit as his quick thrusts grow shakier. 

“C'mon, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs against your lips, “C'mon, I really-” He's cut off by the groan that rumbles up his throat when you pulse around him, the sound entirely animalistic. “Goddd. N-need you t' fuckin' cum, baby, please.” 

His voice has gone husky with arousal and exertion, the sound has your eyes rolling back. It only takes a handful more thrusts like that, with the help of his fingertips tracing light circles over your clit. Your whole body tenses as your orgasm crashes over you, legs clamping around his hips. You whine brokenly in his mouth, a sharp gasp immediately following as you scrape your fingers down his shoulders, your whole body shaking as you come undone around him. 

The increased tightness of your muscles spurs on Eddie’s own orgasm within a few thrusts, and then he's following you over the edge. He buries his face in the curve of your neck as he cums with a whine, hips stuttering twice before burying deep. His weight crushes you to the mattress, your back arching at the warmth of his release filling you. Your eyes water with the strength of your orgasm, Eddie's hips unconsciously grinding into your own as he rides out his own, whimpering into your ear with the aftershocks. 

You both remain unmoving for a long minute, sweaty chests heaving as you struggle to catch your breath and come back to yourself. You card gently through Eddie's sweaty hair, his curls having long since broken free from the hair tie that had once held them back from his face. You fingers trail thoughtlessly through the damp tresses while Eddie's hot breath fans out over your neck. His dick twitches inside you when your fingertips scrape softly against his scalp and you struggle to bite back a quiet laugh of amusement. Your muscles tense even with the smothered laugh, and Eddie groans as your cunt pulses around him. 

He huffs when he catches the look on your face, entirely dramatic as he begins to roll away, but he only maintains that feigned annoyance for about half a second before he's cackling madly and dragging you into his chest. He nips sharply at your shoulder as he tugs you into his sweaty chest and buries his face in your hair, fingers beginning to trace soft shapes over the skin of your hip. 

“You feelin' okay?” He murmurs after a moment. 

“Yeah,” You confirm with a sigh, already relaxing into his touch. Your brain is pleasantly dulled from the combination of the lingering high and your orgasm. “Yeah, 'm great.” 

“Oh, same, yeah. Super great. I just, uh-” Eddie pauses and you find yourself focussing on the gentle caress of his fingers along your skin, “I wanted to check, y'know.. Make sure you weren't havin' any.. I dunno, just, regrets-”

You're readjusting in a flash so that you can look at him directly, your head settling onto his bicep as your eyes flick between his, “I don't. Regret it, I mean.” 

It feels much too serious of a conversation to be having considering how deliriously high you currently feel, the previous strenuous activity did little to clear your head, but you mean it with every fiber of your being. You've been hung up on Eddie for what feels like forever now, the thought of him outright regretting the events of the last hour- It has you feeling sick, stomach sinking and twisting and souring all at once.

Eddie's throat bobs as he swallows, “Just, I mean.. Y're real stoned and- Shit. I, fuck. I probably shouldn't've-”

“Eddie,” You cut him off, feeling desperate with the need to reassure him, “You smoked just as much as I did—probably more. I-I wanted this. I wanted it, like, really bad. Unless..” Your heart drops, “Do.. Do you regret-?”

“No!” Eddie disagrees immediately, and vehemently — With urgency to correct you. “No. No, sweetheart, I do not regret it. Could never regret you. I mean, that was- Shit, I've been wanting to do that since-”

Your hand finds the warmth of his chest, fingers scraping at the small tattoo there, “You have?” 

Eddie nods his head against the blankets, sweaty curls sticking up every which way around his head like a messy halo, “Yeah.” 

“Does that mean.. I mean, would you maybe wanna do it again sometime? But, like, when we're not high as all hell?” 

Eddie's dimpled grin has an embarrassingly wild burst of butterflies erupting inside of you, “Yeah. Yeah, I really do.”

You lay like that for a while, pressed together despite the heat. His fingers wander over your palms, tracing the lines there while you watch the way his rings shift. Your naked bodies separated only by a thin layer of sweat. The ceiling fan pushing light waves of blessedly cool air over your skin. 

After a few minutes Eddie suddenly tears himself out of your grip, and he does it so abruptly that your brain is hardly able to comprehend the loss of him. He lets out a quiet yelp of distress and nearly collapses face-first into the blankets in a mad scramble toward your legs. He manhandles you until you're sprawled on your back, pushing your thighs apart before flopping entirely ungracefully onto his belly in the narrow space he's made between them. 

As you push up onto your elbows to peer down at him, Eddie is simply stroking his fingers soft up and down the length of your cum-soaked folds. His eyes are alight with wonder while he watches his own spend begin to leak out. One of his thumbs catches it as it falls, and he pulls his hand back for just a moment to get a better look at the pearlescent mixture of your combined cum. 

“What're you doing?” You giggle after a long moment of simply watching him.

Eddie's head snaps up with such surprise it looks as if he might've forgotten you were even there, if such a thing were possible. 

“Just, uh.. Admiring my handiwork.” He grins like he's all-too pleased with himself, dimples poking into his cheeks. 

“It's our handiwork, actually,” You correct playfully, “Half of that's mine, and- No, wait. Actually, 's all mine now.” You tell him triumphantly.

His eyes narrow in confusion and you redirect your gaze pointedly. His attention follows your own, eyes flicking briefly toward his own hand, where the cum has begun to drip slow down his thumb toward the meat of his palm. 

“What, this?” He questions in amusement. 

“Yes that.” You tell him with a frown, “'s mine.” You have to bite back an honest-to-god cackle at the entirely contrived look of betrayal on his face. “Put it back.” You challenge. 

Eddie's eyes roll in irritation as he repeats your words mockingly, his voice thrown high in an exceptionally poor imitation of your own, but he does dutifully drop his hand down between your thighs again to attempt to push the cum back inside you. 

He looks pleased as punch once he's done. He looks at your cunt with a dopey grin on his face, cheeks still pink with exertion and hair wild. 

“Don't miss me too much, pretty. A'right? I'll be seein' you again real soon.” Eddie murmurs softly, eyes never once leaving your cunt. He punctates his words by pressing a gentle kiss to your mound, just a hair's breadth from your clit. 

And then that dumb, dazed smile takes over his face again. 

You squint down at him, “Was.. Were you talking to me or my-”

“Was talkin' to this pretty pussy.” Eddie says matter of factly, stroking his hand over the coarse hairs between your thighs in the way one might pet an animal. 

“Okay.” You manage, laughter preventing you from saying anything else. 

Eddie tugs a large chunk of loose curls across his face and lays his cheek to your upper thigh. He stays like that for a moment, hidden behind the curtain of his hair, big brown eyes blown about as wide as he can manage through his high.

 “..Do you still wanna fuck me?” 

He pouts. It's ridiculous. It's adorable.

You can't pretend to mull it over for more than a few seconds, your cheeks ache with the need to smile. He makes you so happy you feel borderline deranged. 

Your lips quirk up even as you sigh dramatically, “Regrettably? Yes.”  

He fucking cheers. 

He drums his hands enthusiastically against your thighs and yells so loud in victory that all you can do is laugh and cover your ears until he's finished. 

You don't regret it, not a goddamn bit.

almost salted the boiling water im using to sterilize my dildo

a learning opportunity / eddie munson

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

masterlist

one shot

cw: virgin!eddie, mention of mileven inappropriately (gareth is kinda an ass here sorry), eddie has a praise kink, oral (f receiving), protected sex, cumming in underwear, cursing, boob play, eddie being fascinated and shy and adorable, 7.1k words, unedited

you offer to teach eddie how sex actually works and he couldn't be more thankful.

a/n: sorry i've been mia, i've been working a lot and super unmotivated to write due to tumblr taking my engagement way down :/

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  “it’s not like it’s one of my priorities,” mike wheeler rolls his eyes, putting another forkful of the school spaghetti into his mouth.

  gareth cocks his head at him. “you’re telling me you’re going all the way to california to see your girlfriend and you’re just not going to get your dick wet? wasted trip man,” he says.

  “oh stop it, they’re fourteen,” you say, throwing a raisin at gareth.

  jeff raises his hand as he finishes chewing. “also, i don’t think you have room to talk, you’re a virgin,” jeff says.

  a glare is thrown jeff’s way. “so are you,” gareth accuses.

  jeff scoffs, “i never claimed i wasn’t.” the two boys glare at one another as you continue eating.

  “my point still stands,” gareth says, crossing his arms.

  jeff snorts, “how you gonna give him pointers if you’ve never been within five feet of a woman?”

  dustin puts his head into his hands as mikes face scrunches in disgust. “he doesn’t need them, that’s enough guys,” you say in a weak attempt to get them to shut up about it, obviously it was making mike uncomfortable.

  gareth looks around the table before his eyes settle on eddie. “eds can help out. right eds? tell mike how he can actually make his girlfriend happy,” gareth says. eddie freezes mid chew for a moment.

  nerves shoot through his body. eddie was not experienced contrary to what the rest of the guys believed. they saw the many girls head home with him after shows and just assumed. if they really paid attention, they’d realize the only thing eddie could describe was a blowjob. because that’s the farthest he’s ever gone, and only once. he’s also to blame for never denying the boy’s assumptions, but it would be too embarrassing to do now.

  you, always being great at understanding eddie and his emotions, noticed his body language. he nervously looked around the table and it clicked. eddie was a virgin. his eyes landed on yours and he felt the air get punched out of his lungs. you knew. goddamnit. 

  you give him a subtle nod, trying to get him not to panic. “uh,” he starts, looking up to mike and then gareth. he clears his throat and straightens up. “no, i'm not going to do that. he’s fourteen guys, really? he doesn’t need to be doing that shit already,” eddie says and you let out an over dramatic sigh.

  “thank you, eddie! god, guys can’t you see you’ve made mike super uncomfortable,” you say in an annoyed tone.

  mike looks over to you and eddie giving you both a nod of appreciation. gareth looks down in embarrassment. “sorry about that mike,” he apologizes.

  “it’s fine,” mike shrugs, turning his attention back to the comic book between him and dustin. eddie looks over to you, stomach churning with nerves that you’d expose him to the guys. you just give him a kind smile and go back to eating your box of raisins.

the topic doesn’t come up again for a week and a half despite it having eddie on edge almost constantly. 

  tonight though, your parents were going into the city to stay in a fancy hotel for their anniversary which would leave you home alone. call it childish but being alone scared you. eddie knew from previous sleepovers how much you hated an empty house, so when you asked him to stay with you he didn’t hesitate to agree. he also could never say no to you. 

  a knock on your front door indicates his arrival and you jump up from your spot on the couch. you swing open the door to reveal the one and only eddie munson. he gives you a bright smile, holding up a bag from the dollar store full of snacks. “got your favorites,” he says as you step to the side.

  you pout slightly, “eds, you didn’t have to do that.” eddie just gives you a shrug as he pushes off his beat up shoes. 

  “i wanted to have a good night with my girl, shoot me,” he says sarcastically as he nudges you with his arm. a bit of warmth spreads through you when he calls you his girl and you turn away to close the door. the second you turn around, he’s throwing his arm over your shoulders and guiding you to the living room. “the golden girls? no, we’re changing this shit,” he grumbles, flopping on the couch. he sets the bag of snacks and drinks on the coffee table, swapping them for the remote.

  you fall next to him, leaning into his side. “but i like this show,” you say.

  eddie wraps his arm around you, beginning to scan the channels. “yeah, i know, but i need something more brain stimulating,” he says, flipping past miami vice. 

  you scoff but let him scan until he lands on a crime show. “surprised you didn’t put in a horror film,” you murmur.

  “not dark enough for that yet,” he dismisses, leaning forward and grabbing a bag of pretzels. he leans back, throwing his socked feet up on the coffee table and pulling you closer. you open the bag for him before setting them on his lap for the both of you to get. “where’d mommy and daddy go this time?” he asks, biting into a pretzel.

  you grab one as well, letting the saltiness cover your tongue. “just into indianapolis, they’re members at that one fancy hotel,” you explain.

  eddie nods in understanding. “a night to fuck all they want, huh?” he chuckles and you slap him in the chest.

  “don’t talk about my parents like that, ugh gross, eds,” you groan and he laughs at you. 

  he just hums and settles further into the couch and you both fall into watching the show. after around thirty minutes the phone begins to ring. you let out a whine of annoyance since you were so comfortable but push yourself up to get it anyway. “why don’t you just let it ring?” eddie raises his brow as you walk to it.

  you give him a look over you shoulder. “what if it’s my parents?” you say pointedly.

  eddie smirks. “let me know if it is so i can start moaning,” he jokes. you give him the finger before disappearing into the kitchen to grab the ringing phone. eddie hears you talking on the phone but doesn’t bother trying to listen in. instead he opens up a pack of m&m’s to pop a few in his mouth.

  the conversation doesn’t last long and you’re back in the living room with a less than impressed look on your face. “not mom and dad?” eddie asks, shoving a few more m&ms in his mouth. 

  you shake your head making your way to him and plopping on the couch. this time you sit sideways, facing eddie. “nope, just nathan,” you say, rolling your eyes before holding out your hand for some m&ms.

  eddie furrows his brow, placing them in your hand. “nathan mccray?” he asks, an imagine of the golfer flashing in his mind. you nod, grabbing a singular m&ms and placing it in your mouth. “why's he calling you?” eddie pushes, partly because he’s just curious, but he also can’t pretend he doesn’t feel the jealousy bubbling inside. 

  “he heard my parents were out of town so he wanted to see if he could come over. god, you hook up with a guy twice and he thinks he owns you,” you grumble, shaking your head.

  eddie’s eyes widen and he chokes on a half eaten m&m. you look at him in alarm, grabbing his shoulder as he coughs. “you’re hooking up with mccray?” he asks, dumbfounded. you give him a slow nod, brows furrowed. “i-i thought you were a virgin, woah, okay,” eddie says, looking to the side and wiping the tears that had formed during his harsh coughing fit.

  you give him a questioning look. “i’ve really never told you the virginity story?” you ask and his eyes widen further as if they could pop out of his head.

  “n-nope,” he stutters and looks away. “so not everyone at our table is… what the fuck?” he asks to himself.

  you purse your lips, wondering if you should even bring it up. it’s been on your mind for over a week now, and you were just so curious. “you’re a virgin, aren’t you, eddie?” you ask quietly.

  alarm bells are ringing through eddie’s body as soon as the word leaves your lips. he stares straight ahead, biting on the inside of his lip as he brings his hand up to cover half his face. “yeah,” he utters, barely a whisper.

  you place a hand on his knee comfortingly. “eds, you really shouldn’t be embarrassed,” you say softly.

  he closes his eyes a takes a breath. “i should though, because all the guys think i get hella girls when really i freak out everytime they come on to me,” he complains, running his hands down his face. 

  your tongue wets your lips as you bunch your brows. “why do you freak out, if you don’t mind me asking?” you push.

  eddie drops his hands dramatically to his lap and huffs. “because i don’t know what to do past making out,” he whines.

  you laugh lightly and shake your head. “obviously not, eddie. you’ve never done it before, why would you know exactly what to do your first time?” you say as he blows a breath from his lips.

  “but everyone thinks i have done it before,” eddie says in a defeated tone. “and now i’ve waited too long,” he adds, looking down at his lap.

  you drum your fingertips on his knee as you think. “can i ask why you haven’t tried to figure it out with someone yet?” you ask after a moment of silence.

  eddie glances up at you before looking back to where he was twirling a frayed edge of his ripped jeans. “i don’t want them to make fun of me… i-i don’t trust them because they only want one night, you know?” he admits insecurely. 

  you frown at his words, feeling sympathy flood your chest. “can i say something?” you say, feeling bold. eddie looks up at you from under his bangs and gives a slow, cautious nod. “you could’ve asked me… i mean, if you trust me,” you throw out and eddie goes rigid in his seat. 

  “huh?”

  your hand retracts from his knee as you begin to mess with your fingers. “i didn’t mean to be weird, i just… i don’t know,” you say, shaking your head in dismissal.

  eddie blinks a few times. “no, no, it’s just… you would want to… with me?” he asks, gesturing dramatically to himself.

  “why is that hard to believe?” you ask curiously. 

  eddie scoffs. “because you’re you, y/n. you’re really pretty and perfect and i… i smoke too much and dress in like the same clothes everyday,” he says.

  you narrow your eyes in more confusion than a threat. “eddie, you know you’re hot, right?” you say.

  eddie blinks, cheeks flushing. “what?” he asks, shocked.

  “oh, come on, eddie, you can’t possibly not know. you’ve got those big brown eyes that show everything, your hair impossibly perfect like all the time, your face is just… it’s so pretty, and then come on. your arms and those hands, to die for. you’re like the perfect height and on top of that you have the best personality out of every man i’ve ever met,” you explain, gradually inching closer. eddie’s face is red and his eyes are wide as he processes all your compliments.

  he blinks once, then twice before looking down to your lips. before you can say something else, he’s crashing his lips onto yours. he grabs the sides of your face, pressing himself as close as he can in your awkward seated position. you let out a small moan at the contact and place one hand on the side of his neck and the other on his thigh. 

  eddie feels a desire inside of him ignite as he tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss by sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. you pull away, eddie letting out a needy whimper before he can process, and shove him back. you quickly clamber onto his lap and attach your lips to his once again.

  his hands find a spot low on your hips quickly as yours rest on his chest, fingernails carefully dragging down. his tongue glides over your lips for access once again and this time you grant it. your tongues slide against each other as you choose to ignore the nudging of his hardening cock against your inner thigh. eddie isn’t able to go much longer before needing a breath. he reluctantly parts from you, taking a deep breath and staring at you with lust-filled eyes. “y/n…?” he questions breathily.

  you give him a reassuring smile when you see the nerves behind his eyes. “yeah?” you ask, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.

  he bites his lip, looking down. “would you uh… would you teach me?” he asks, glancing back up at you.

  “teach you what? how to… have sex?” you ask, trying to confirm.

  eddie blushes again, nervous smile on his face as he lets out a barely there chuckle. “yeah… and how to um, how to eat a girl… out,” he says, inner lip caught between his teeth. you feel a pull deep within your stomach as arousal burns your center. 

“oh, you want to do that?” you ask, ignoring the immediate urge to jump on his offer.

eddie nods eagerly. “please, i-i’ve thought about it for so long. if you’re okay with it, obviously,” he begs, then stopping to make sure you weren’t weirded out. 

you close your eyes, trying to pull yourself together. you get up from his lap, sending him into a slight panic before holding out your hand. “let’s go to my room,” you say, causing eddie’s cheeks to redden further despite you not thinking it was possible. 

  he places his hand in yours, letting you pull him off the couch. you guide him towards the stairs as he follows, nervously stumbling as he stares in slight awe. “i can’t believe this is happening right now,” eddie mumbles to himself as the two of you make your way up the stairs.

  you glance back to him with a flirty smile. “is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you tease, pulling him towards you on the landing.

  eddie squeezes your hand, scanning your face as he lets it set in. “very good thing,” he confirms, mesmerized by your quiet giggle before quite literally dragging him to your room.

  “what can i do to help your nerves?” you ask as you both step into your room. you rest both hands on his biceps, rubbing up and down soothingly.

  eddie’s heart thumps harder at that. you’d always been his super caring best friend, but something about those words cause a foreign feeling to warm his chest. he looks around your room, taking in the familiar four walls. “um, is it okay if we put on some music… it just-,” eddie asks nervously.

  but he isn’t able to finish his sentence without you cutting him off. “-helps you calm down, i know, eds,” you say softly. eddie feels the warmth spread within him as you press a kiss to his cheek. he’s unable to stop himself from grabbing your face and connecting his lips to yours in a kiss of appreciation. you smile into the kiss, but don’t drag it out. you pull away in order to head over to your stereo. after shuffling through your mixtapes, you find the one eddie had made you about a year ago that was a mix of both of your music tastes. once it’s rewinded to the beginning you turn it to a lower volume, just softly serving as background noise. 

  you walk back to eddie and grab both of his hands, guiding him to sit on the edge of your bed. “what are you comfortable starting with?” you ask, sitting next to him. eddie looks at you anxiously before looking back at your intertwined hands. 

“how do you normally start?” he asks shyly. did he really want to know about how you fucked other guys? no. but it’s not like he had a clue what to do. 

you purse your lips, thinking of how you were going to ease eddie into this. “how about we take some clothes off, yeah? get more comfortable?” you suggest. eddie is straight up gnawing on his bottom lip, eyes blown wide with a mix of anticipation and lust. 

flashes of you in nothing but a bra and underwear cloud his imagination, and he can’t help but need to see it. he nods quickly, hands untangling from yours to begin to tug at his shirt. “wait,” you stop him, feeling bad as his excitement falters. “will you let me do it?” you ask.

eddie’s throat runs dry as he processes. “y-yeah,” he stutters, watching your hands reach for the hem off his shirt. you slowly bunch it within your hands and begin to pull. eddie raises his arms for you, letting you completely remove his shirt. you throw it somewhere to the side and your hands fall to his chest.

a small hum leaves your lips as you run your fingers over his tattooed skin. “you are so handsome, eddie,” you say, looking up to meet his eye. it doesn’t last more than a split second before eddie diverts his eyes, the compliment causing his skin to momentarily burn hotter. “here, you want to take mine off?” you ask.

“please,” eddie breathes, hands going to your waist. you give him a final nod of confirmation and he tears your shirt off quickly. “oh, shit,” he mumbles softly, eyes falling to your breasts that were being contained by a baby pink bra. he shifts in his seat, dick hardening at the sight in front of him. you reach out for his hands and then carefully bring them to hover your tits. “can i?” he asks eagerly and you give him a nod. he grabs your tits in his hands, taking in a sharp breath as he squeezes them. 

you let him squeeze and run his fingers along the smooth fabric for a few moments before shifting closer. “you can take my bra off,” you say and the nerves return to his eyes again.  

his hands fall, resting on your sides instead. “is it just a clasp…?” he asks, scanning your tits.

you scoot closer, eddie looking at you cautiously. “yep, it’s in the back so you’ll have to reach around,” you say. eddie’s lip gets sucked into his mouth as he moves his hands to your back. you can feel him shaking against your as his fingers follow the band. “hey,” you say, reaching up and tucking some hair away from his face. his hands freeze as he looks between your eyes. “there’s no reason to be nervous,” you start, holding his face between your hands. “it’s just me, i don’t expect you to be amazing at everything. don’t rush either, we have all night so you just take as long as you need,” you say, resting your forehead against his before giving him a kiss, soft and slow. 

eddie’s eyes shut as he takes a breath, inhaling your scent and kissing you back. he forces himself to relax and not over think. when you do pull away from him, he has to hold back a whine and remember that you’d get there. his fingers find the clasp and he tries pushing it together to get it to release. he huffs in annoyance when he can’t get it, leaning further over you to try and get it. “what the hell,” he mutters, getting frustrated. 

you lean into his chest, letting him see over your shoulder to see the clasp. you place delicate kisses to his chest and they do their job since you feel him relaxing into you. he finally is able to undo the clasp of your bra so you lean back, letting him pull the straps down your arms. the bra is discarded off the side of your bed and eddie’s eyes are trained on your tits, nipples hardening in the cold air. “i’m not just saying this because your fucking boobs are in my face, but you are so beautiful,” he says, glancing up to you. 

you giggle lightly and then lean back on your arms. “go crazy, pretty boy,” you say and eddie wastes no time leaning down to place kisses on your collar bone. “if you want to turn a girl on, most of the time her boobs are a good place to start,” you begin explaining as his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. “it’s different for every girl, but i really like when guys leave hickies on my boobs. to really get me wet though, you should eventually either pinch at or roll my nipples. and only if you want to, suck on them,” you explain, pushing away the embarrassment because you know he wants to be taught this. 

eddie hums in understandment, his kisses trailing down to the tops of your breasts. you watch him with a small smile as he timidly kisses a spot near your cleavage on your left breast over and over. he looks up at you from under his bangs, trying to see if he’d found a good spot. “perfect, you’re doing so good,” you praise, pressing your chest up and further into his mouth. eddie looks back down to your skin, cheeks still aflame and begins sucking right where you’d told him to. 

your eyes close at the feeling, heat traveling down to your core. when eddie finally pulls away, he sees the dark mark he’d left and smiles in triumph. one of his hands disappears from your waist and you watch him reach down and readjust himself. “you want to take your jeans off before we keep going?” you ask.

“but i’m not done with your tits yet,” he complains, leaning back down to start kissing them again. 

you bite your lower lip as you feel the first bits of arousal dampen your folds. “you can take a second to get out of your jeans and then come back to them, baby,” you say. eddie looks up at you for a moment as he pulls away. he looks between you and his pants before nodding. you reach forward, grabbing his handcuff belt and undoing it, watching the way his abdomen clenches under your soft touch. you dip your fingers into his waistline, grazing the coarse hair that makes up his happy trail. a shaky breath leaves his lips when your fingertips ghost over his hard cock.

he curses himself knowing the second he sinks into your warm, wet, and welcoming walls he’ll more than likely bust right there. just sucking on your tits and your words were already getting him going and he was slightly embarrassed. you remove your hands, instead grabbing the sides and tugging. eddie pushes himself to stand, letting you tug his jeans to the floor before stepping out of them. his cock is straining against his boxers and he knows you’re staring. “want your tits again,” he says, going back to his previous position and trying to take your focus off his cock. you give him a smile and move back to where you were before. 

eddie finds another place and begins sucking, ready to leave another bruise. you let him work at his own pace, squeezing your legs together as you became more and more aroused. eddie whined into your skin, a hand traveling up to have his fingers brush over your hardened peak. “like this?” he asked insecurely, slowly rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.

you nod, lip lodged between your teeth. he presses a little harder, dick twitching when your eyes fall shut and a quiet moan leaves your lips. “good boy,” you say, back arching to further press your chest into him. 

it’s like his brain short circuits at your praise and he can only feel his cock begging for attention. he lets his head fall forward, timidly licking your nipple in order to distract him from his current struggle. your weight shifts beneath him, as you move one hand to rest on the back on his head. eddie takes your nipple between his lips and begins sucking. a gaspy moan leaves your lips and you grip his hair. “good, fuck, eddie, that feels so good. now take your tongue and use it to flick over my- yes, just like that,” you moan, rubbing your legs together and feeling the wetness spread. 

he eventually pulls away for a moment, just to switch his his fingers and mouth but freezes when a scent hits his nose. he’d never smelt it before and it was faint of musk but also something sweet. he pushed the thought away, continuing his work on your nipples. “whenever you feel comfortable enough to move on, tell me,” you say, wanting him to know he didn’t have to stay sucking on your boobs forever.

little do you know, he would happily continue sucking on your boobs forever. your quiet moans had made his hard on throb, and he tried his hardest to will it away but he knew he couldn’t take much longer without touching himself. he pulls away, wiping his mouth of excess spit. “can i, um, eat your pussy now?” he asks timidly. you twitch, more arousal pooling in your panties at his words. you see him subconsciously reach down and palm himself over his boxers, strained expression on his face. 

you sit up, resting your hand on top of his that was on his cock. he tenses, not even realizing he had been touching himself until then. “you sure you want to do that today? you look tortured, baby. why don’t we focus on making you cum in my pussy today and then worry about that another time?” you suggest. 

eddie feels the precum leak from his tip at your words and his jaw falls slack. “i can cum inside you?” he asks, feeling like that definitely wasn’t normal. he’d been through sex ed, he knew cumming inside could result in something niether of you wanted.

you chuckle at his bewildered expression. “with a condom, eds,” you say and he nods. 

“right, but i-i don’t want to wait for this, please, let me eat you out,” he begs, grabbing your hands. 

you giggle, stroking his hair down as you admire his eyes. “you’re so cute when you beg,” you say and eddie swears he feels his like he could cum then. 

he looks between your eyes, searching. “so, you’ll let me?” he asks eagerly. you shake your head and lean forward and place a kiss to his cheek. you pull away completely, eddie watching you carefully as you crawl up your bed and rest against your pillows.

you lean back, spreading your legs comfortably before looking to eddie. “well, come here,” you chuckle, making grabby hands towards him. eddie makes his way up to you, putting his hand in your awaiting one so you can pull him up between your legs. you pull him so his hands are holding him up on either side of your shoulders. “do you want to know how to tease a bit, or just get right into it?” you ask, squeezing your knees around his hips.

he avoids looking at your lower half, knowing he could easily drop his hips and grind against your core. “i want to do whatever will make you feel the best,” he says seriously. 

“i would’ve made this offer sooner if i knew you were gonna be such a giver,” you joke, running your thumb over his cheek bone. he gives you a smile but you shake your head. “i’m just kidding, but i promise i’ll return the favor another time,” you say.

“you don’t have to do that, you don’t even know if i’m good at it.”

“you will be. now, i’m going to be honest, you’re doing really good, you’ve made me pretty wet. normally, i’d want you to do a lot of teasing, but i’m too anxious and i want you to see how good you’re doing,” you say. 

eddie nods dutifully and begins shifting down. “can i take your shorts off?” he asks and you nod. he makes quick work of pulling them off down and a strangled groan leaves his lips as he notices the dark patch on your white panties. “i did that?” he whispers, looking between your face and your cunt.

you nod, reaching for his hand which he obediently gives you once again. “mhm, touch it, baby, want you to feel what you’ve done,” you say, taking his thumb and pressing it against the wet spot. a moan leaves your lips as eddie presses down, sliding his thumb over the patch and making it grow. 

eddie watches carefully as your juices seep through the fabric, coating his thumb. “woah,” he mumbles, looking at his thumb that was now glistening in your arousal. “do i… do i take them off?” he asks, looking back up to you. 

“if you’re ready,” you say, ignoring the way your pussy clenches in need. eddie hooks his fingers in the side of your panties, taking a few breaths before yanking them down as if to rip off a bandaid. his nose is flooded with the scent from earlier and his eyes close as he inhales. it was the scent of you. 

he scoots down, dropping his body onto the bed as he settles between your bent legs. “now what?” he asks, sort of in a daze as he gazes at your slick folds. 

your hand travels down, figuring you should show him so he better understands. you try to ignore the feeling of his hot breath on your core as you dip your fingers into your pool of arousal. “my vagina, you can use your tongue to fuck me if you want to,” you instruct, circling your entrance before spreading your fingers apart and dragging them up, separating your pussy lips for him. “licking along here feels really nice, it feels best when you do a mix of having your tongue flat and pointed,” you explain, eyes shutting as you get to your clit. “this, right here, c’mere eddie, touch it,” you say and eddie follows your instruction, using his fingers to nudge yours out of the way.

he copies your circling movement, watching you moan lowly. “this is my clit, this is what will really make me cum. licking really fast, lapping almost, will get me there eventually but it feels like heaven when you suck it into your mouth. not constantly though, you need to cycle between all of it. i’ll tell you what’s feeling good and what to do next, okay?” you say. 

“so i can go ahead?” he asks, pulling his fingers from your clit. you nod and he shuffles forward, lightly grabbing the fronts of your thighs as he wrapped his arms around your legs. he leans into you, sticking out his tongue. he looks up to you, lip between your teeth as you wait in anticipation. he flattens his tongue against you before slowly dragging it up. you shudder, falling back into your pillow. 

“again,” you say and eddie follows your demand. he licks up to your clit, flicking it with his tongue before starting over again. you watch him closely as he does, heavy breaths leaving your lips. eddie is so focused on pulling pleasured noises from you that he doesn’t even notice he’s grinding his needy cock into your mattress. “faster,” you breath and eddie does just that. 

he eventually becomes curious and dips his head down, tongue pushing into your dripping hole. “fuck, yes, eddie, good boy,” you moan, reaching down to grab his hair in your hand. eddie moans in response, the vibrations riveting through you. his nose is nudging your clit with every stroke of his tongue, causing a wave of arousal to fall out of you and onto eddie’s tongue. he doesn’t let up, picking up speed as he hears your moans become more frequent and louder. your fingers run through his hair, holding his bangs out of his face. “look at me while you eat me out,” you demand, walls clenching around his tongue. eddie snaps his eyes to yours a moan leaving his own lips again as he sees your bliss filled expression.

his mouth feels good where it is, but it’s holding you at a standstill. “baby,” you say, pulling on eddie’s hair. he hums, licking his lips as he’s pulled away from your pussy. “need you to focus on my clit now, that okay?” 

eddie wastes no time, not even giving you an answer before sucking your clit into his mouth. your head falls back, legs momentarily squeezing his head. eddie feels motivated, suckling your clit harshly. “act like your- mm, making out with my clit,” you say, grinding your pussy into his mouth. eddie does what you say, licking at and closing his lips around your clit. a whimper leaves your lips as you feel the knot of your orgasm begin to tighten. “you’re doing so fucking good, eddie, fuck. so good for me, gonna make me cum,” you moan, hands pulling harshly at his hair. eddie’s hips speed up, unbeknownst to him. “fuckk, use your tongue, baby, fast, really fast,” you moan, pulling him as far into your pussy as you can.

eddie flicks his tongue over your clit quickly, looking up at you. “move to the left just a- oh, shit, eddie,” you cry out, bucking into his mouth. his tongue laps quickly at your clit, his eyes shutting as his body shudders and warmth radiates through him. his licks become heavier against your clit and slow down as eddie’s legs shake. his eyes snap open as he feels cum spurt out of his cock, filling his boxers. choked, surprised moans leave his lips as he speeds his tongue back up. he pushes the embarrassment down, speeding his tongue back up in order to make you cum. “fuck, i’m cumming,” you gasp, thighs squeezing the sides of his head as your hips grind against his face. an abundance of liquid gushes out of your pussy, coating eddie’s chin as you let out gasping moans of his name. 

eddie continues a brutal pace until you’re pushing him away. “so good,” you sigh, looking down at him. “c’mere,” you say, waving him toward you. he cautiously crawls back up to be level with you as you eye your cum glistening on his chin. you bring his lips towards yours, connecting them. you both moan into the kiss and you bring your legs up, wrapping them around eddie’s waist. you use your legs to tug him to you, freezing when you feels his softened cock squish through his messy boxers against your pussy.

you pull away and eddie just mumbles shyly, digging his face into the crook of your neck to hide from you. you drag your fingers soothingly up and down his back as you wait for him to speak up.”i-i came,” he mumbles against your neck.

“i know, baby, i can feel it,” you say softly. 

eddie cringes at that. “m’sorry,” he mutters. you shake your head, moving to kiss the side of his. 

“it’s okay, baby, we can another time,” you reassure him.

eddie pulls out from your neck with a pout. “can you just give me a few minutes… i-i’ll get hard again,” he says.

you frown, stroking his face. “sweetheart, you already came once, we don’t need to push it,” you say softly. 

eddie shakes his head, pouting. “please, y/n, if i’m a virgin for one more day i’m gonna fucking lose it,” he whines. you give him a questioning look. he dips his head down, grabbing your hand with one of his as he nuzzles his nose against yours before kissing your knuckles. “y/n, you offered to teach me, i really want you to be the one to take my virginity and i really want it to be tonight,” he admits, not caring that he sounds desperate. 

you huff. “how can i say no to you?” you say, smile covering your face. eddie quickly presses his mouth to yours, hand not holding yours gripping your hip. he grinds against your bare core, his cum making even more of a mess against him. a grunt leaves his lips as you slip your tongue in his mouth. eddie makes out with you hungrily until his dick is fully hard again. “let’s get you out of these messy boxers, yeah?” you ask breathlessly after feeling his fully hard dick brush against your clit too many times. 

eddie nods, pushing off you. you get up off the bed and he follows, watching intently as you go and grab a rag from your clean laundry. you come back to him, smiling as you press a kiss to his lips. “y/n,” he says, pulling away from your kiss, a new wave of nerves covering him. 

“yeah, babe?” you ask.

“i-i’m nervous,” he says, looking down to your hand that was lingering on his torso. 

you furrow your brows. “do you want to stop?” you ask slowly. 

“no, but i um… i don’t think i’ll be able to last long,” he admits. 

you shrug, teasing your fingers under his waistband. “that’s okay,” you assure him. 

eddie gulps, feeling guilty. “i don’t think i’ll get you to cum again before i do,” he

whispers.

you snap the band of his boxers, grabbing his attention. “i already came, and i don’t care eddie, this is about you,” you say. that foreign feeling from earlier invades eddie’s soul once more and then you’re pulling his boxers down. “oh, fuck, eds,” you observe as his steps out of his boxers. his cock was messy, coated in pearly cum and some stuck in his mess of pubic hair. his tip was red and leaking already and you were amazed at the length of him. “you’ve got such a big, pretty cock,” you coo, swiping your finger through the cum on his shaft. eddie hisses as you touch, mouth dropping as you bring the finger to your mouth, sucking his cum off it. “one day, i’m definitely sucking you off,” you say before carefully wiping him up. edde holds onto you as you do so, wanting to feel close to you. 

he whines when you pull away, but you just gesture to the bed. he follows your lead once more as you grab a condom from your bedside table. “do you know how to put this on?” you ask and he nods.

“i-i’ve practiced,” he admits with red cheeks. 

you smile at him and throw him the package. he was kneeling on the bed, watching as you resumed your previous position. “that’s cute, baby. why don’t you put that on while i make sure i’m ready for you?” you suggest. eddie nods, focusing on properly applying the condom before looking up to see you sinking three of your fingers into your pussy. his eyes are trained on you curling your fingers inside yourself as his cock twitches. “are you ready, eds?” you ask, pulling your fingers from yourself. 

eddie nods, making his way to you. you guide him into a similar position as before making sure he’s doing okay before grabbing him by the base of his cock. eddie bites his lip as his tip nudges your entrance. he watches closely as you push him into you, mesmerized watching your body swallow him almost effortlessly. the feeling of your warm walls had him choking on his breaths as his elbows buckled, dropping him to you. “baby, i-i’m not gonna last,” he whimpered when he finally was all the way inside.

tears stung the corners of his eyes in a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure. you hold his face between your hands and kiss his nose. “that’s okay, just feel it. if you cum in a couple seconds then you do, after a couple more times it won’t happen so fast,” you reassure him. he nods, a few tears falling. you quickly wipe them away, experimentally clenching around him. he shudders, a moan leaving his lips. “pull your hips back, then just start thrusting at a pace that feels good,” you instruct.

eddie pulls his hips back just as you had told him to and then pushes back in, sinking into you. his jaw falls, moan leaving his mouth as the friction causes him to twitch. he pulls back again, falling into a pace based on the beat of the music in the background. “good job, baby, your cock feels so good,” you encourage, feeling him hit you deeper than any one had before. eddie whines, his eyes screwing shut as he tries to hold off his orgasm just a bit. “wanna hear you, tell me how good you feel,” you breathe, becoming breathless from him rocking into you. 

“so good, wanna cum,” eddie moans, opening his eyes to look at you again. his thrusts falter at the look in your eye. “so hot, perfect body, you’re perfect,” he rambles, feeling the knot is his navel ready to snap. 

you see his face straining. “cum for me eddie, cum inside me,” you say and eddie lets out a strangled grunt. 

“i-i’m cumming, fuck, y/n, fuck,” he groans, releasing into the condom. his vision goes white as he weakly works himself through his orgasm, constant quiet moans falling from his lips. when he’s finally back to normal, he nearly collapses on top of you. you rub his back as he catches his breath. 

you place a kiss to the side of his head before he pulls out of you. “feel good?” you ask as he pushes himself up to remove the condom. 

“felt amazing,” he mutters, throwing the condom into your wastepaper basket. you clean him off with the same rag and then pull him into you under your blankets. “thank you… that meant a lot,” he says, wrapping his arm around your waist. 

you shrug and give him a toothy smile. “of course, eds, i’d do anything for you,” you say truthfully. eddie blushes and looks down. 

“i-i know it was probably just for the sex but um… can i kiss you? just one more time?” eddie asks quietly. 

you reach up to his face and pull him to look at you. “it wasn’t just for the sex. you can kiss me whenever you want to,” you say softly. eddie blinks in shock before a huge smile covers his face and he’s leaning in to kiss you. 

Bed Chem

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f. reader

Word Count: 541

This fic contains: smut, pwp, fwb dynamic, spanking, lingerie, Bucky has different sides in bed, light choking, hair pulling

Summary: Being fwb with Bucky has amazing benefits.

Notes: look, after the release of the teaser trailer of Thunderbolts*, I’ve been feral for Bucky okay 🫣 I couldn’t think of a good title for this fic so I settled for my fave Sabrina Carpenter song lol This is my submission for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: Change in Tone.

You and Bucky had a different kind of relationship. You weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, but you were both more than friends. For lack of a better term, you and Bucky were friends with benefits. And those benefits were the best terms you both agreed on.

Every time you had sex with Bucky, it was a different experience. Sometimes, his touches would be gentle and feather-like. Other times, his hands would be rougher and he’d grip you tighter in a possessive manner. Then, there was his voice. During his more tender moments, his voice was smooth like whiskey. On the flip side, when he was a little more aggressive with you, his voice was lower and animalistic. Bucky’s range in the bedroom taught you that sex wasn’t a performance but rather an experience. And each time you both ended speechless and satisfied.

In this current situation, you found yourself on all fours on top of Bucky’s bed wearing in a sheer lingerie one-piece. Bucky stood by the bed, admiring your backside with a smirk that you couldn’t see from your position, but could still sense. Bucky wore a crisp white shirt with the buttons done enough to get a peek of his chest hair and sculpted pecs. If you had seen how his sleeves were rolled enough to reveal his forearms, you would have melted into the bed sheets without him having to touch you.

You feel the bed creak under your hands and knees and suddenly Bucky’s bulge is right against your thigh. His fingers ghost above your spine, sending chills down to your cunt. Your breath hitched as you craved to feel his fingers down where your sensations were traveling to. All of a sudden, a hand crashes down on your ass, causing you to yelp in shock. Bucky chuckled, soothing the sting with his palm.

“Tell me what you want, darling, and I’ll give you that.” Bucky muttered, his lips dangerously close to your earlobe, his favorite part to tease.

“I want…you,” you gasped. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough for Bucky.

“How do you want it?” His vibranium hand sensually traces the curves of your body. “Do you want it soft and sweet?” He places a kiss on the back of your shoulder, causing you to smile and bite your lip. A moment later, that same hand yanks you by the hair, pressing your back flat against his chest. “Or would you like it hard and rough?”

You were unable to conjure words. Only a broken moan left your vocal cords. Bucky’s flesh hand cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. You gulped before Bucky smashed his lips against yours with fervor. His grip on your hair tightened as his teeth grazed your bottom lip. He let go of you once you attempted to grind against his hardness.

Bucky pushed you back down on the bed, your face in the pillow and your ass waving in the air. He unleashed a feral growl as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. The tip of his cock teased your entrance, making your voice drip with need like your pussy.

“I’ll give you what you want, darling, but I’ll give it to you how I want it.”

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