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She doesn’t disappear.
She takes him home, rides him until they are both exhausted and satisfied, and then bullies him awake in the morning to give her and Max a ride to school without an ounce of shame.
She is there after school, and after Hellfire, and sneaking into his room while his parents sleep.
Steve had done the whole one night stand thing before and the girls tended to make themselves scarce afterwards. Robin would say that was because of their own internalized misogyny regarding their sexual agency but Steve just knew it made him feel like shit. He didn’t fool around that much anymore.
But Eddie, how could he turn down Eddie?
Eddie, who was all manic energy, long legs and wild hair. Steve didn’t know a straight guy at Hawkins High who hadn’t fantasized about those legs wrapped around them, even if they were too ashamed to admit it.
Eddie, who had a smile that could stop a heart, who instinctively knew how to handle Max with the right mix of tender bullying and looked at Steve like she had him all figured out.
She didn’t disappear and she didn’t stop touching him and he thinks he might be going crazy.
He’d feel like a sex pest if she didn’t push into his every touch, always wanting more. He had driven Nancy crazy with his constant need to be touching her, always trying to find some way to steal her attention for himself. He felt like half of their relationship was her trying to get him to behave, like an overeager puppy. Until, of course, she decided she was a cat person. Conversely, Eddie was happiest draped over him or tugging him down, making him rest his full body weight against her, calling him her favorite blanket.
Nothing seemed to embarrass Eddie. She’d push his head down between her legs and groan with relief at the first swipe of his tongue. She’d wake him up in the middle of the night, already wet, telling him she wanted him again. He was a mess when she did that. Something about the blunt force of her desire made him lose his mind. It was sloppy and fast and so damn good. It was like she fucked the nightmares right out of him.
He wanted to know all kinds of stupid things about her, like her comfort food (tomato soup from a can and a grilled cheese sandwich for dipping), favorite cartoon (Robin Hood with the sexy fox) and socks (bright pink with stripes, made for skating on slippery floors).
Steve wanted to be with her all the time. It didn’t matter if it was with the kids, who listened to her in a way they wouldn’t even pretend to with Steve, or alone where she would slip his hand into her jeans, biting his shoulder when she came.
As happy as he was to share her with the kids, watching their madness with a warm feeling in his stomach, he had no interest in sharing her with anyone else. He was irrationally jealous of the guys in her newly formed band even though he could see they were all terrified of her. He even begrudged her dinners with her Uncle even though he knew that was fucked up. It would be different if she invited him too. Steve was good with parents.
It was just that his house was so alive when she was over. She was a mess, trailing clothes, notepads and almost empty pens in a train behind her. She forgot about drinks between one room and the next and played her music way too loud even in the mornings. She loved metal but always sang Motown in the shower. It was impossible to ignore Eddie’s presence.
He loved it.
He was even keeping her away from Robin, which was nearly impossible and basically like waving a huge red flag in front of his ever-curious friend.
He didn’t want Robin to give her the third degree or worse, regale her with tales of his most embarrassing exploits. He didn’t want to have to qualify their relationship. To the kids, she was just Eddie. To Robin he would have to give her a title. Friend? Date? Girlfriend? Eddie had never asked for any of that.
He also didn’t want Robin to see his face when he looked at Eddie. He could feel it, the mix of astonishment, contentedness, and overwhelming terror. He did not need Robin to explain what it meant. He knew. He just didn’t want to talk about it, like a birthday wish that won’t come true if you say it out loud.
Sometimes she mentioned a movie she wanted to see but he worked at a video store and it was so much easier to take her home, feed her dinner, and fuck her till they both fell asleep. That way, he never had to ask her to stay over, he just had to make sure her legs were too shaky to make it home.
Steve had never been happier.
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Eddie had band and dinner with her Uncle tonight. Steve’s body had not got the memo and he was so revved up after his shift that he knew he wouldn’t be able to relax until he came.
His go-to memory was their first time together. Usually, a first time was awkward, even with the most compatible person. Like everything with Eddie, though, their first time was different. Maybe it was because they had both been imagining it for months or maybe it was because he had made her come on his fingers before they had even kissed but it felt like everything had slotted into place. She made no attempt to pretend she was any less desperate for it than him, her legs wrapped around him, nails in his back and her voice telling him how good he felt, how many times she had come in her little single bed, all alone, thinking about just this.
Afterwards, she seemed fragile for the first time. She had asked if it was always like that and he could only shake his head and kiss her because it was never like that, not for him.
He got the lotion out, lying sideways on his bed on top of the covers. He tweaked the memory. This time there was no condom and he came in her bare. She was surprised by the feeling of his come leaking out of her. In his fantasy she had never done it without a condom before.
(They didn’t talk about past lovers. He was deathly curious but also never wanted to think about it. Ever).
He kissed his way down her body, eating her out, sloppy and wet with him. He pushed his come back into her body, not even trying to get her off, just wanting to live there in her cunt until she came or pushed him away. She rolled her hips against him and he could barely breathe-
“Starting without me?” And there she was, climbing in his window, long legs swinging over the sill. He had to squeeze himself painfully to stop from coming. She was already pulling her shirt over her head, wearing his favorite black bra.
“Come here,” He rasped out. “Sit on my face.” Her eyes widened, speechless for a rare moment. Then she grinned and wriggled out of her insanely tight jeans.
“You are a dream, Steve Harrington.” She threw herself onto the bed to pull her jeans off her ankles and throw her underwear on the floor. She crawled up his chest. He let her position herself the way she liked, his hand lazily stroking his cock. She took off her bra with a relieved sigh that reminded him of all the other noises he wanted her to make.
She was wet. She was always wet for him and it made him feral. She loved telling him what got her riled up, painting him a picture like the true storyteller she was. He ignored her clit and thrust his tongue into her, tracing circles around her opening. She groaned half in pleasure, half in frustration and nudged her clit against his nose. God, he loved this. He wanted to just lie back and let her use him but his ego wouldn’t let him, especially when he kept having to pull on his leg hair just to stop himself from coming.
“I was thinking of you in English,” she panted. “I was imagining you were still in school and I could ask for a pass and come find you, steal you away from Tommy H. and all those other assholes, make you do this, get you hard, come all over your face...” She trailed off and he stilled his movements until she got the hint. “You fucker, more.”
He let go of himself and grabbed onto her thighs, keeping her above him by a few crucial inches. “Then tell me more.”
“I’d send you to practice all hard up, still smelling like me.” He lowered her onto his face, moaning appreciatively. “I’d watch from the door, knowing that you’d want to show off for me. Knowing I was going to sink down on your cock the moment we were alone.”
He licked a circle on the side of her clit, just the way she liked. She rocked against him and he went back to rubbing his fingers against the head of his cock, using his precome to jerk off now that the lotion was starting to dry.
“I wouldn’t even let you shower.” He heard a gasp from her and knew she was playing with her pretty tits. “I’d grab you before you hit the locker room, all your teammates knowing just what we were going to get up to.”
Shit, shit. He fucking loved that idea. All those assholes who leered at her, fantasized about her, but would never get her, seeing how much she wanted him. Seeing how she couldn’t even wait, taking him sweaty and panting.
“I’d push you into the girls and pull your dripping hair. I’d hop on the counter and you’d slide right in cause you had done such a good job warming me up. They’d be able to hear us- Shit Steve, I have to- Please.” God, he loved the way she came. It always started with her legs trembling until it became a full body shudder. Sometimes she would sigh, like a satisfied queen. Sometimes she would laugh like she was surprised at what they could make her body do. He wanted to die with that laugh in his ears, it sounded like pure joy.
She toppled off him, watching his hand strip his cock eagerly. She massaged the mess on his face into his skin. She whispered in his ear, “I wish I could have you in me right now, catching your come-” Fuck, she was perfect. He came with a groan, shooting over his stomach.
She rested her head on his heaving chest. He tugged her over so she was lying on him, one of his legs between hers. She looked up at him and pouted. “I didn’t even get a kiss.” He grinned and bent his head to let her lick at his lips.
Which is when Robin barged in.
Eddie immediately tried to shield him, which was sweet really, but he was pretty sure Robin barely noticed him. There was a lot of Eddie to see. “Naked! So much naked! Oh my god.” She covered her eyes with her hand and then knocked into the door, trying to exit. “Ow, fuck.” Steve was torn between trying to help her and never, even wanting his naked penis that close to Robin. Eddie didn’t seem to have the same problem because she grabbed the edge of the top sheet, threw it over Steve and walked over to Robin in all her naked, sweaty glory. Robin backed away like a scared cat.
“Oh there is so much of you. And tattoos! I’m going to go.” She pointed at Steve. “You are going to call me later!” Then she mouthed, “Eddie Munson?!?” and yep, that was a very not-so subtle thumbs up. Eddie took a hold of Robin’s shoulders and turned her in the direction of the open doorway and gave her a half-pat, half-push out the door, shutting it behind her with a definitive click.
“She gets a key?” She shook her head at him, but she had a slight smirk on her face. “I’m going to have a shower. You can join me if you make sure the deadbolt is in downstairs.”
Steve tried not to trip on the stairs in his hurry.