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“Hey, honey?” Your dads voice rang through the living room. He turned his body to face you, a hand on his hip. He had a towel hung over his shoulder, it made its way there as he prepared dinner.
“Hey, Dad?” You echoed back, copying his current stance. He took the towel from his shoulder and tossed it at you with a laugh.
The sound of a loud car pulling into your driveway made your eyebrows pull together. Your neighbourhood was always quiet, nothing besides the sounds of laughter from children disturbing it.
“I forgot to tell you.” He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Eddie’s gonna be staying with us for a few days. He’s back in town but they’re still renovating his new place.”
“What?” You blurted out, your body suddenly feeling like it was floating. “I mean..when…when will he be here?”
You swallow thickly, trying to play off your reaction to his words.
“He’s here now.” His face contorted into a frown. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. It slipped my mind with work and-”
“It’s okay, Dad.” You laughed it off, knowing that it was indeed not okay. You knew how hard he worked to help you pay for college while giving you a place to live. It most likely did slip his mind. It seemed like sometimes the days of the week merged together for him. You refused to be mean to him, even if you were really upset.
“I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. I would’ve cleaned up a bit more.” You smile at him hopeful.
You would’ve stayed over at the Sinclairs is what you really meant.
Your heartbeat raced, palms growing sweaty the more you thought about what was happening. The last time you saw Eddie was a few months ago, the day you found out that Sam Hagan cheated on you.
He had found you an utter wreck at Robin’s house, crying far away from everyone else who was there. You remember the concern on his face when he saw you, the wrinkles on his forehead becoming much more prominent when he pushed them up.
“Oh sweetheart.” His thick voice turned into something softer as he kneeled beside you. You avoided his gaze, sniffling as you wiped your face. He was the last person you wanted to see you like this, snotty nose and teary eyed.
”I’m fine. I’m okay.” Your voice was congested, the sound of tears playing at the back of your throat.
His hand reached out to rub your cheeks, fingers gently sweeping away the wetness you didn’t catch. His fingers were rough, probably due to the hours he spent working on cars. Despite that, the touch they left on your skin was soft, leaving a wake of nerves behind.
Eddie looked rough to most people. The dark curls of hair that he hadn’t gotten rid of since highschool, the thick leather jackets and grease stained jeans. His voice made him sound like an asshole sometimes. It was loud and rough most times, paired with the mean looks he held on his face at most times, it made sense why he didn’t attract many people.
He wasn’t very fond of a lot of people, not caring to make new friends or get out there. Which is why the way he grew to feel about you when he came back to Hawkins last summer made no sense to him.
Something about you made him feel softer, made him want to lower his voice and be more approachable. He thought it might have been because you were Steve’s daughter.
You spent the summers with your mom, which happened to be the only time Eddie came back up to Hawkins. The first time he met you was your 20th birthday, the year you moved in with Steve. It was an ongoing joke between him and Steve, that Eddie waited twenty years to finally meet his kid.
That was three years ago.
Deep down he knew it was more than that, a fact he had yet to come to terms with.
“Really? This is what you call normal?” He asked you, a smile tugging on the edges of his lips.
You laughed only for a moment, quickly remembering what had you so upset. Your chest was aching but your heart was beating fast being so close to Eddie. He sat flat on the floor beside you, moving a bit closer.
“Wanna tell me what’s got you so upset? Or do you want me to get your Dad?” He lifted himself like he was going to stand, your hand reached out before you could think.
“Please don’t get my Dad.” Your hand rested on his bicep, squeezing it slightly. “He’s only gonna freak out and make it a huge deal.”
Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about your hand on him. The firm hold you had on his arm felt like it was searing into his skin, branding him for good.
“You’re probably right about that.” He scrunched his nose, shooting you a genuine smile. “Harrington’s always known how to blow stuff out of proportion.”
Again, a smile adorned your tear smudged face. His chest warmed at the sight, happy if even for a moment you forgot what was happening. You were beautiful and there was no denying it. The way your skin was glowing, the water that rested upon your eyes somehow made them prettier.
Eddie felt terrible for his attraction to you. It wasn’t all physical, his heart feeling funny when he was in your presence. Regardless of that fact the guilt almost consumed him everytime it caught up to him. Leaving him feeling like he had swallowed a bag of rocks.
You found yourself staring at Eddie from afar often, but never were you able to get this close. His eyes were soft, the brown specks glowing under the yellow light of the basement. His smile was even softer, pink skin wrinkling and curling at the edges.
It was an innocent crush. That’s what you told yourself every time your breath hitched around him. You wanted to believe you made it up in your head. How sweet he was to you, how kind he treated you when he never had to. You could only play pretend for so long. Your mind often drifting off to ponder on those far away ideas of ‘what if.’
“Sam’s been cheating on me.” You whisper, pain evident in every syllable. “I should have seen it coming but..” Your voice broke, that shaky feeling returning in your throat.
A feeling of anger washed over Eddie, shaking his head gently as you took in a shallow breath.
“How were you supposed to know that was gonna happen?” He asks you genuinely. “His dad was an asshole in high school. Obviously it runs in the family.”
You smiled again as you sniffled, glancing up at Eddie.
For a brief moment you forgot you were talking to your dads best friend, feeling like you were speaking to a friend of your own.
“My dad warned me.” You admitted with a small giggle. “Now I’m gonna have to listen to him try to find a subtle way to say ‘I told you so.’”
While he laughed, Eddie made a mental note to tell Steve to go easy on you later.
You sighed again, pressing your palms into your eyes. Sam was a pretty bad boyfriend, but the feeling of him doing this to you hurt deep. Adding salt to the wound was the idea that you weren’t good enough for him, that you might not be enough for anyone.
“Wonder what I did to deserve this.” You mumbled, the sadness of the situation coming up to bite you again.
“You didn’t do anything.” Eddie reassured. “Boys your age..” He took a long breath. “They suck. Can’t tell their head from their ass and they only worry about themselves without a care in the world.”
His shoulders shrugged as he spoke. “The only other thing they care about is getting laid and lookin’ cool.”
“I guess you would know.” You look at him warmly, wearing a sad smile. His head moved up and down in agreement, mirroring the look on your face.
“It has nothing to do with you, sweetheart.” He whispered, moving closer as he reached to hold your chin. “You’re perfect and he’s just a dumb boy who can’t see that.”
Neither of you said another word, staring at each other intensely. The warmth of the basement intensified, the distant sounds of voices clearing out quickly. Your eyes dragged from his to his plump lips, shooting back up only to find him staring at your own.
The stolen close moments you both had shared flooded both your minds. The stolen glances and smiles from across the room, sharing stories with one another late at night when he was over and neither of you could sleep, Eddie treating you like more than his best friend’s daughter.
He moved a hair closer. You wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for the way his breath delicately fanned on your face. You did the same, the feeling of warmth growing more consistent.
His eyes looked at yours once more, a silent way of seeing if this was too close. You only moved closer, your lips hovering above his. You could practically taste his lips, the urge to move forward and finally connect them was consuming you.
Until the door at the top of the stairs swung open.
You and Eddie pulled apart quickly, the next few seconds being a complete blur of movements and adrenaline.
He stood up as fast as he could, clearing his throat and looking up at the door. You pulled your knees into your chest, resting your head on them.
“Honey?” Steve craned his neck as he walked down the stairs. “Everything okay down here?”
Eddie felt entirely culpable for the situation that had taken place. The feelings of uneasiness returned like they had never left to begin with. Taking their place back in Eddie’s throat and making their way into his stomach.
He packed up those feelings and left you alone with Steve. Furthermore he went back to Steve’s house and packed up his things, leaving with no goodbye to anyone.
He couldn’t let this go any further, he wouldn’t face the consequences for actions that anyone else would find so stupid.
Besides, when has he ever been known to make the right choice?
You knew Eddie owed you nothing. No explanations, no apologies, not even a proper goodbye. You knew this and understood it but nothing could explain why his absence hurt you so bad.
Maybe it was the lack of all those things or perhaps the stupidity you felt for ever entertaining the idea that your dads best friend wanted anything more to do with you.
It was a terrible habit you had, making seemingly terrible choices.
“Harrington!” Eddie laughed as he hugged your dad, patting his back roughly. “Thanks for this, I know it was last minute.”
“Course.” Steve pushed his hand away from him. “You’re always welcome here, Ed. You know that.” He grabbed Eddie’s worn out duffle bag from him, going upstairs to put it in the guest room.
The breeze blowing in from the open front door was comforting. The coolness of the late November’s air was a contrast to the searing hotness you felt all over.
You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Did you walk upstairs to your room and lock the door behind you, ignoring Eddie the entire time he was here? Or did you act like an adult and pretend like what happened was in the past?
As much as you loved option one, you knew there was only one right answer.
He looked up at you with a wide smile, slowly falling into something reminiscent of the sad smile he gave you that night.
His hair was lazily tied back into a low bun, a lot of it had fallen out and was framing his face in a flattering way. He looked tired. The bags under his eyes were more prominent, reflecting what you imagined were many sleepless nights of driving here from wherever the hell he went.
“Hi, Eddie.” You said softly, raising your brows and putting your lips in a flat line.
“Hey, Y/n.” He replied, lifting a hand to wave at you. “How’s it going?”
“Doing well.” You replied, your voice sounding hollow. Clearly showing that you were hating this half-assed small talk. “How’re you?”
“I’m good, happy you’re well.” He cleared his throat, awkwardly placing a hand on the back of his neck.
You were sitting knee deep in tension, neither of you trying to get out of it. The air felt so brittle that it could snap into two clean parts.
“Listen..” He shook his head, only to be cut off by your dad coming back downstairs and clapping his hands.
“Alright, we’re ready to rock and roll!” He said happily. “I made a few different pizzas, knew that would be okay with you both.” He looked between the two of you and tilted his head.
“Everything okay?” He asked you, as if he could sense the tension in the room.
“Yeah, Dad.” You poked his stomach. “Just catching up.” You lie before going into the kitchen.
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Dinner was manageable. Steve made it easier on both of you, keeping the conversations flowing with ease.
You had gone up to bed a few hours ago, changing into a black long sleeve and pulling on an old pair of sleep shorts. If you could stay in your room until Eddie left you would, not wanting to be left alone with him again.
Your mind was consumed with one too many thoughts. Wondering, wishing, hoping for all different things. It was obvious Eddie wanted to put it behind you and so that’s what you would do.
It was nearly 2am when you realized you left your water downstairs, deciding to go retrieve it before you forgot again. You opened your bedroom door quietly, stepping out and seeing the last thing you wanted to.
Eddie.
He looked good. You didn’t want to admit it but it was hard to deny.
His tattoos were on full display, the ink meticulously placed all over his chest and arms. His ivory skin showed them off well, complimenting the dark colour of drawings. His pyjama pants hung low on his hips. The usually hideous green and blue plaid print became somehow attractive on his body. You noticed the jewellery he wore, always the same few rings, a silver chain wrapped around his wrist.
His hair looked like he had tied it up again, less flyaways but still enough that it caught your eye. His chocolate eyes raked up and down your body before they landed on yours. You stared at one another for a moment, a silent battle of seeing who if anyone was going to speak first.
“Can’t sleep?” He finally asked, resting against the white door frame. He crossed his arms over his chest, wishing he had put a shirt on before retreating out of the room.
“No..not really.” You admit, choosing to not go any further into explaining the reason you can’t sleep. You copy his posture without meaning to, your own arms coming to cross over your chest.
“Why are you awake?” You question, the words slipping out of your mouth. “You look exhausted.”
He scoffs playfully, nodding his head. “Way to make me feel old.” He jokes, his chest moving up as he inhales. “I can’t sleep either. Can’t seem to get comfortable these days.”
Both of your voices are hushed, hoping to keep down the noise and not wake your Dad. The softness of your voices makes you both sound as if you want to be talking to one another.
The silence after that was deafening, white noise filling your ears to the point where it seemed like you were hearing a thousand noises at once.
“Y/n.” He broke the silence after a few seconds, his pointer and middle fingers extending to rub his temples.
“Don’t.” Your eyes shut slowly, a defeated laugh leaving you. “We really don’t have to talk about it.”
“We do.” He disagrees immediately. “I-I shouldn’t have left that night without saying nothin’. I was an asshole but you gotta understand that running away…when things get weird it’s a thing I do.”
“Eddie, that’s not it..” You start to whisper, his words cutting you off.
“And I sure as hell shouldn’t have tried to kiss you.” His voice is even quieter now, a direct punch to your gut. You knew what was going on between the two of you was wrong, even if it was all in your head.
“Right.” You say, remembering who it was you were speaking to.
“Right..it was totally inappropriate.” You agree, nodding your head quickly.
“A huge mistake.” He added, his eyes locking on yours.
“Would have been really weird.” Your hands fall to your sides, as you look up at Eddie.
Your words tell him one thing but your eyes are pleading. There’s hurt behind them, but in front of them is what Eddie thinks is desire. As if you missed him and were happy to see him.
You could say the same about him. He sounded sorry but he didn’t look the part. His brown eyes were gentle, eyebrows pressing down in a look of need.
It was the look he saved only for you, one you had grown to look forward to.
Before you could react he grabbed one of your fallen hands, pulling you briskly into the guest room. He quietly shut the door before pressing your body into the thick piece of wood. The room was only dimly lit by the lamp on the bedside table.
His hands swiftly moved from your own to your face, his big palms cupping both your cheeks. He didn’t give you a moment to take in what was happening. Not a second for you to tell him no.
He only made sure to hold you lightly enough that if you wanted to push him away you could.
You don’t know what you expected kissing Eddie to be like. A little rough, his lips attaching to yours in a way that was euphoric and full of need. You expected it to be a little juvenile on your behalf, Eddie’s age giving him much more experience than you ever had.
What you didn’t expect was for it to be this sweet. Eddie kissed you delicately. As if you were something from inside a museum, a rare diamond that no one was supposed to touch. His lips pressed into yours firmly one time, letting himself feel you against him. His nose brushed against your as he slotted your lips together.
You could smell cigarettes on him, the scent being masked by some kind of cologne. You could taste your shared breath, the heat between your mouths growing stronger with every passing moment. It was as if your hearts were beating in sync, the thumping against your chest intensified in a way that could only be explained by that.
Your hands pressed into his bare chest, fingertips pressing into his skin. They dragged against his collarbones, touching him as if you were making sure he was actually there.
His hands were freezing when they pressed into your skin, squeezing your bare sides gently. You didn’t mean to moan as loud as you did, Eddie’s mouth not being enough to silence it completely.
Your eyes shot open wide when the sound filled the room. Eddie pulled back from you, his hand coming up to cover your mouth. The action made your heart still, his hand pressing into your skin firmly. The action made your stomach flutter with want. His forehead was still pressed into yours.
“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart.” He whispered, his eyes dark. “I can’t fuck you if you aren’t quiet.” You nod your head, eyes looking at him with need.
“We can’t wake up your dad, you understand me?” His hand was still covering your mouth, not even your breathing could be heard.
You nod your head again, nails scratching down his chest gently. Eddie guided you to the bed, pushing you down on it with ease. He crawled on top of you, kissing your neck a few times.
You bit your lip, attempting to keep yourself quiet as he bit at your skin. The feeling sent tingles down your body, making your slick spread further. You felt his hands trailing down your body, fingers crawling to where you wanted him most.
Your hands smoothed his hair down over and over, head tilting down to see as much of him as you could. You could feel something straining against his pants, the hard spot pushing into your thigh.
His fingers got to the waistband of your shorts, pulling at the elastic band.
“This is so wrong.” He murmured to you, his breath was hot against your ear. His hand slipped into your shorts, fingers making their way down your panties.
“It’s so wrong, Eddie.” You whispered. “So wrong.” Despite your words, you didn’t want to stop. He had no intentions of doing so either.
“Then why are you so wet?” He growls, the pads of his fingers pressed against the wet spot of your white panties. “Does that turn you on? Knowing how wrong this is?”
You whimpered softly, his thick middle finger rubbing a soft circle over your clit. You tried to find words, your mind running blank and the feeling of him.
“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you never wanted me and I’ll stop.” He looks at you with a mischievous grin, he knows the answer but wants to hear you say it.
“Tell me you haven’t thought about me wrecking your little cunt, leaving her a big mess..” His tone is almost evil sounding, condescending in every sense of the word.
“Eddie..” You whine softly, your hips pushing up into his touch.
“I know, baby.” He rasps, rubbing your clit with three fingers now. “I think about you too, think about this all the damn time.”
He slides his hand under your panties, two thick fingers sliding into you with ease. His fingers are bigger than yours, stretching you out deliciously. You gasp when he starts moving them, curling the digits deep inside you.
“I’m here, I’ve got you.” He shushes you, kissing below your ear. His words make your stomach turn, gripping onto his bicep tighter.
His fingers work into you without trouble, your wetness giving him everything he needs to make you feel good. When you look at him you see the lines on his forehead, his dark eyes staring at you. He’s watching you, watching you fall apart under him.
It’s when his fingers hook onto a spongy spot inside you that you’re having trouble keeping quiet. Your lip feels numb from how hard you’ve been biting it, pins and needles poking at the pillowy skin.
“Oh god, Eddie.” You cry out, leaning further into the bed.
“Shh.” Eddie cooes, bringing the thumb of his other hand to your both. “I’m right here, baby. Gonna take care of you.” He reassures you for the second time, your stomach a mess from his words.
He forces it between your lips, quieting you in seconds. You suck on the skin, rolling your tongue around it. Eddie’s mouth falls open at the sight of you.
You looked beautiful like this. Sucking on his finger, small whimpers leaving your mouth every few moments.
Eddie’s other thumb making contact with your clit is what pushed you to the edge. Your thighs begin shaking a little, feet pushing out in pleasure.
You have to try hard to choke back the moan that threatens to spill out, holding it in the back of your throat. Your orgasm explodes through you, leaving your whole body feeling spent. Your walls tighten around Eddie’s fingers, letting him know for sure you just came.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead gently, removing his thumb from your mouth. “You’re so pretty, you know that? Even prettier when you cum.”
You shake your head dumbly, barely able to form a coherent thought.
He pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine quietly. He brings them to his lips, sucking your juices off them.
“And you taste like heaven.” He hums. “That’s just not fair to anyone else.”
His words are killing you. Stealing the air from your lungs and draining the blood from your veins. You want to feel bad. You know you should feel guilty but right now all you can think about is Eddie’s cock splitting you open.
“Please..” You beg pathetically, sitting up on your elbows. “Please fuck me, Eddie.”
You reach to hold his face, your eyes are doe like and begging him even more than your voice is.
He doesn’t say a word, only pulling your shorts and underwear off your body. He throws them somewhere on the floor, not caring where they land at that moment.
You’re quick to take your shirt off, tits spilling free from the fabric. Eddie groans at the sight, reaching to squeeze them in his hands.
Eddie sits up enough to remove his pants, pushing them down his legs and freeing his cock.
You gape at it without feeling guilty, unable to comprehend the size of it. You had a feeling he’d be big, but it still makes your stomach warm to see it.
“I-I’m on the pill.” You blurt out, blinking slowly at him. He chuckles as he strokes his cock a few times, pulling at the hard length.
“I really don’t care right now, sweetheart.” He admits, lowly.
He knows he should feel ashamed of himself. He should feel like a piece of shit for being here with you.
However, right now he couldn’t care. Not when you were looking like this. Your hair sprawled out on the pillow beneath you, your eyes were beautifully soft, a light in them that was near angelic.
Eddie always heard that things that were off limits were more appealing.
There was something about having what you weren’t supposed to that always excited him.
You feel the head of his cock sliding against your cunt. The thick tip picking up your slick and spreading it all over your puffy folds. His cock felt so good rubbing into you, a sensation you never thought you’d love so much. Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him down closer to you. He kisses your nose before pushing into you, the sound of your cunt spreading open filling the room.
His cock was huge, much bigger than anything else you’ve taken before. Your walls stretched around him, a subtle sting pulsating through them the further he pushed into you. Your cunt struggled for a moment, his thickness feeling like too much.
“Oh…mm.” You gasp, a sigh following behind the sudden noise. “Eddie..I-I can’t..” Your eyes flutter shut, a hissing noise sneaking through your gritted teeth. Your face felt hot suddenly, cheeks burning like someone held a warm compress to them.
“You can do it, baby.” He coos into your ear. He kisses your nose again, moving to trail a few down on your cheek. “You’re so sweet…so good, huh?” He teases, hoping to take your mind off the pain. “You can handle it. You can take it, I know you can.”
His eyes close when he bottoms out, his nostrils flaring as if he’s having a hard time controlling himself. You both relax like that for a few seconds. He’s whispering sweet words into your ear, ‘sweet girl’, ‘doing so good for me’, ‘that’s it, relax for me, beautiful.’
His words make you ache, they’re so tender and gentle. As if he really means them, you thought to yourself.
“Eds.. it’s okay.” You nod, pushing the frizzy hair out of his face. “You can move, please move.” You mewl, tucking the loose hairs behind his ears.
He moves his hips backwards, pulling out of you almost the whole way before slamming his hips into yours. He thrusts into you over and over, trying to find a pace that feels good. His strokes are deep, making the squelching noises of your pussy even louder. The room is filled with pants and rigid breaths and the sounds of your pussy wrapping around him.
“You feel so fuckin’ good.” He grunts into the space between your faces. “S’fuckin’ tight, baby..pretty pussy’s pulling me in.”
“Feel so good..” You moan, taking in a deep breath. “Harder, Eddie. Please!” It’s a loud whine that you let out.
Loud enough that Eddie slaps his hand over your mouth again, holding it there firmly.
He shakes his head and grins at you. “Harder?” He laughs, “You can’t even be quiet and you want me to fuck you harder?” His tone is filled with pride, he knows that you like it. You don’t have to say it when your cunt is telling him all he needs to know.
He pulls out of you slowly, pushing back in and repeating the motion. His eyes are drawn to your lower abdomen, where is cock is bulging with each deep thrust. He places his hand on it, loving the feeling of his cock poking through your guts. His hips move faster, thrusts still going deep enough where you can practically feel him in your throat.
“You like that?” He asks you, hand still planted over your mouth so you can’t speak. “Look how full you are, sweetheart.”
Your eyes look down to see what he’s talking about, the bulge under your belly button becoming prominent with each inward thrust.
“Told you.” He hummed. “Took all of me so well..letting me up into your guts..” He licked his lips as he felt you moan against his hand. Your pussy fluttered around him, his words again making you see stars.
He uncovers your mouth, wanting to hear the noises you make clearly. You whine, pant, moan, whimper as he keeps fucking you. The sounds only bring him closer to his breaking point, feeling his balls getting heavier by the second.
Your body lights up with pleasure once more, the feeling of euphoria returning to your bloodstream. You’re a mess of noises, muttering out his name as you cum for the second time. You cunt squeezes his cock tight, gripping down on him harder than anything he’d ever felt. White hot pleasure burns through you, causing you to moan right in his ear.
“Eddie, Eddie.” You moan as your orgasm rips through you. He kisses your temple gently, shushing you as he continues to fuck into you.
He’s already cumming before he can process it. His cum spurting into you, leaving a warm feeling deep inside you. He’s whining into your ear, hot breath coating the side of your face steadily.
You both stay like that for a while. Eddie’s cock still inside you as you come down from your highs. You’re soaking this in, what you believe to be the calm before the storm.
“Not kissing you was the biggest mistake I ever made.” He says a few minutes later, leaning on his elbow to look at you.
Your heart aches at his confession, your head having a hard time believing him.
“You made me miss something I never had, Y/n.” He pushes the sweaty hair from your face.
Your throat goes dry, blinking quickly as you try to process his words.
“I really wished you kissed me that day.” You admit in a slow whisper.
“Let me make it up to you, sweetheart?” He hums, looking at you with a small smile on his lips.
Eddie Munson was the one thing that was off limits to you.
He was the forbidden fruit that hung from the tree and you were Eve. Though there were plenty of other things to eat, it was him you desired.
You knew there were consequences, that your behaviour would be considered immoral. You were ready to live with the guilt to come if it meant you finally got him.
Just like Eve, it was the forbidden fruit that you would take a bite out of.