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Eddie Munson was good at a lot of things: guitar, singing, repairing the rust-bucket he called a van, planning insidious Dungeons and Dragons campaigns for his friends, getting Stevie off multiple times a night – frankly, the list goes on and on and on.
(Just like all the orgasms he’s given her.)
Anyways.
Eddie was naturally talented at all sorts of different activities and was a studious learner of others (see: eating Stevie out), but his most useful natural talent was his ability to fall into a deep sleep anywhere at any time. It meant long road trips could be evenly split between them since they were both able to get shut eye while driving; it meant that they could both get a good night’s rest in unfamiliar places because contented Eddie let off enough pheromones that Stevie could also relax, which was always hard when she was away from her nest. But it was particularly useful on days like today when Eddie came home from school and crawled onto his bed for a nap.
Because Stevie?
Stevie had plans.
Plans that jumped into motion as soon as Eddie stirred, blinking sleep out of his bleary eyes. “Stevie? Babe?”
She watched as he tried to rub his face and then very quickly realized that he couldn’t – because while Eddie was fast asleep, Stevie was stripping him and tying him down to the bed using the cuffs he typically used on her.
She bit her lips to stop herself from grinning as she watched him wake up fast. “Babe?” He asked again, head turning back and forth between his tied-up wrists. He pulled on one, then the other, but they the cuffs held firm. “Babe, what - ”
“Eddie,” Stevie crooned, and he froze mid-movement. His eyes snapped to her and his pupils blew out at the sight. She was sitting on his waist, completely nude except for his favorite leather jacket.
“Stevie, baby what’s going on?”
“What’s going on,” she began slowly as she sensually shrugged out of the leather jacket, “is your punishment.”
“Punish – punishment? For what?”
“For what?” She asked mockingly, jutting out her bottom lip. “So you don’t remember what you did at lunch today?”
Eddie frowned worriedly as he shook his head back and forth. “I – I don’t - ”
“You need a reminder, huh?” She cooed before leaning forward teasingly. Her blood rushed towards her pussy as she watched Eddie’s eyes roam all over her, gazing longingly at her breasts as she began to slowly crawl up his body. “Hey! Eyes up here,” she snapped her fingers. Eddie obeyed immediately, his almost entirely black pupils instinctively locking onto her face.
“Well, Eddie,” Stevie continued as she came to a stop and sat up, her pussy now flush with his heaving chest, “a little birdie told me that someone was staring at the cheerleaders a bit too much today.”
The blood ran from Eddie’s face so fast she worried for a minute that they’d have to stop because of a head rush. “I wouldn’t – Gareth – and, and Chrissy - ”
“I don’t want your excuses, baby,” she said before raising herself up onto her knees. “I just want to give you a little reminder of who you belong to.”
Eddie started breathing heavily and fast, his chest contracting against the smooth skin of her thighs. “I - ”
“Ah ah ah!” Stevie pressed her finger to Eddie’s lips and he pursed them against it almost comically fast. “The only thing I want coming out of your mouth right now is your tongue.”
Eddie opened his mouth again, presumably to speak, but Stevie was faster; she scooched her body forward the rest of her way and sat down, aiming her slick pussy directly on top of his mouth.
She watched in satisfaction as Eddie strained against his cuffs, as his eyes rolled backwards, as he started moaning directly into her quickly slicking folds, as his tongue began to lave all over her lips and clit, and –
Oh.
Yes.
Fuck, she had great ideas.
“Tap the wall if you need to stop,” she murmured. He smacked his left hand against the wall once – green.
It’s go time, baby.
“Fuck yes,” she moaned as her eyes slid shut, as she began rolling her body against his mouth. “God, you feel so good, Alpha. So – ah – so good for me.”
(She’d trained him well; sure, she wasn’t his first, but the experience he’d had before they started dating was minimal. In her more insecure moments, she sometimes wished that she had less experience herself, that they would have been able to figure some of these things out together – what started her slick, what kept her on the edge, what made her squirt. But he never made her feel bad about it, ever; if anything, it made him feel better about their relationship.
“This way,” he’d said the first time he successfully made her squirt, “this way I can make sure I’ve ruined you for anyone else.”
The thing is, the sex wouldn’t have tipped the scales one way or another; he already had ruined her for anyone else.
And she was going to make sure that she did the same.)
Eddie growled into cunt, making loud slurping noises that were both incredibly embarrassing and mind-bendingly hot. (She had visions of them doing this at a party behind a locked door, of all her former friends and terrible exes hearing just how good Eddie was, how amazing he was at getting her off. She wanted them all to choke with jealousy.)
She continued thrusting down, riding his face and tongue for all it was worth and shit, she was going to finish fast.
(Good thing she’d made sure Eddie couldn’t.)
“Eddie Eddie Eddie – ” she gasped and squeaked, her first orgasm of the evening rushing through her body like sparks in her blood. Eddie let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a growl and when her body had finally finished riding out her orgasm, she looked down to see his blown-out pupils now ringed in red.
He continued to lick and suck and slurp at her pussy, almost angrily now, but she lifted herself off (and didn’t reconsider her plans when he let out a pathetic whine, not at all).
“I bet you’re wondering why you didn’t finish. Am I right or am I right?” She said in that same coo as before, only this time her voice was shaking a little bit (as were her legs still; fuck, he was good). “You were just too pussydrunk to notice, huh?”
Eddie’s eyes snapped away from her down the rest of his body and the growl he let out sent vibrations through his body into the cuffs (and directly into her bloodstream).
She hadn’t just cuffed his hands to the makeshift headboard he’d created for these sorts of scenarios; oh no, she’d cuffed his ankles to the bottom of his bed as well. And the cherry on top of this whole encounter? That would be the knotlock wrapped around the base of his cock.
(Robin had given it to her as part of their “You’re My Favorite Bitch” Valentine’s Day gift exchange. In return, Stevie had gotten Robin a very expensive strap-on set that made Robin so embarrassed that they never talked about it again.)
(Vickie had pulled Stevie aside and thanked her later.)
(Maybe she should get them the matching vibrating bullet next year?)
The knotlock was maybe one of the greatest inventions ever created. It operated like the cock rings that betas wore, but unlike those cock rings (that usually either got so stretched out by knots that they couldn’t be used or burst while in the heat of the moment which was never, ever fun), they kept alphas erect for as long as the wearer wanted while preventing orgasm and knotting.
(And when the knotlock was finally removed, making Eddie’s knot swell up in record time?
Whew.)
Usually Eddie wore it when he was punishing her for something, but today? Today the tables were turned.
“Yeah, I know,” she said mockingly as she shimmied her way back down his body, ignoring the way that he snapped his teeth, “but this isn’t about you now, is it? This is about making it up to me.” She swung her leg over so she was straddling his thin hips and positioned herself directly above his dick, watching as it strained upwards, almost like it was chasing her pussy. “Let’s see how many times you can do that, huh?”
Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and slid down onto his dick in one go.
“FUCK!” Eddie roared as their hips met. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”
“Yeah,” she shivered at the feeling of his length practically impaling her pussy. “Let’s do that.” Then, using her arms as leverage, she leaned back and began to ride. “Check,” she ordered, before she could get too lost in the sound of his balls slapping against her ass.
“Green, fuck, green,” Eddie moaned through gritted teeth. Stevie watched as his arms thrashed uselessly against his cuffs, as his chest grew red and flushed with desire. She could feel the aborted thrusts of his hips as he tried and failed to get some sort of purchase on the mattress.
“Oh, good boy,” Stevie said with a sigh before picking up the pace. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let the feelings overcome her – of Eddie inside her, of the heat in the room, of his desire as he watched her ride him hard enough to break his fucking bed.
Eddie let out a whine and she opened her eyes. He was straining even harder against the cuffs, his hands grasping for some part of her to hold that he was too far away to grab. His eyes, previously red with alphan anger, had returned to that deep brown color she loved so much.
“Stevie, baby, please,” he whined again, and fuck.
(She loved it when he whined for her.)
“Eddie!” She moaned, her eyes shutting against her will as she came for a second time. Her orgasm was even stronger this time as her greedy walls had something to hold onto, even though they clenched uselessly for a knot that wasn’t there.
(At least not yet.)
“Oh, baby,” she moaned as she settled back onto his still-hard dick. She shivered as she ran her hands over her body, trying to calm down the racing blood beneath her skin. (Normally that was Eddie’s job; they both loved rubbing their hands and bodies all over each other in the afterglow as they murmured words of love into the others’ skin. God, there was nothing better than being totally connected to him, nothing in the whole entire world.)
“Stevie,” Eddie whimpered and she opened her eyes and –
Finally.
His eyes were filled with tears and she watched eagerly, greedily, as he started whimpering again. “I – I need - ”
“Hmm? Are you asking for something?”
“I need you, need it, please,” Eddie cried as the tears began to slide down his face.
“Well then,” Stevie said, and with a deep breath, she began to slowly move back up and down his erect cock. “You know what you need to say to me?”
“I – please!”
“Nope, that’s not it.”
“Please, my – Omega, please!” He forced out through tears and gritted teeth.
Stevie started moving faster, this time grabbing hold of his hips and pushing them in time with her thrusts. “Close, but not quite.”
Eddie threw his head back and let out a cry so loud it managed to echo in the cluttered space of his room.
“Do you need a hint, baby? Do you need some help?”
She watched as he nodded, his eyes squeezed shut amidst the torrent of tears running down his face. “Help, Omega, help!”
Stevie reached between them and wrapped her fingers around the knotlock release. “Sure, baby, I can help. What are you to me?”
“I – what?” Eddie sniffled, his eyes blinking back open in confusion.
“It’s not a hard question, Alpha,” Stevie said, slamming down onto Eddie’s hips with a force that made him howl. “What are you to me?”
“I – I’m your Alpha?”
“Is that a question?”
“I’m your Alpha, I’m your Alpha!”
“That’s right,” Stevie panted, ignoring the burn in her legs in favor of the heat between her legs. She leaned forward and, with a quick rip, tore the knotlock off of Eddie’s dick. “You’re mine.”
Eddie roared as his knot formed, so quickly that she only got one more thrust in before her cunt locked around him. She moaned as she rode his knot, light, soft thrusts, one, two, three –
And then Eddie’s swollen balls emptied themselves inside of her, the feeling of all that warm cum sending herover the edge one last time. This time her orgasm was a flood of heat rushing all across her body, wave after wave after wave of satisfaction. It went on for a long time, the knotlock having done its job, and by the time she’d gathered her breath and opened her eyes Eddie had finally finished coming inside her.
He was also whining again, but not out of pleasure; now he was whining in distress.
“Eddie!” She laid down on top of him and reached for his hands, quickly unlocking the cuffs. As soon as she did so he threw his arms around her, wrapping her up in his shaking body.
“Baby, are you okay?” Stevie asked worriedly, her hands fluttering to his face and wiping the tears away. “Was that too much?”
“No, ‘t was amazing, I – I – I’m sorry,” he said, and a few fresh tears ran down his face.
“Eddie, there’s nothing to be sorry for,” she murmured, leaning forward to gently kiss these new tears away. “It was just a scene, baby.”
“I – I know, but - ”
“Hey,” she said sharply, turning his face away from his shoulder so he was looking right at her. “I love you, Eddie Munson. You are everything to me. You’re my Eddie, you’re my Alpha, and we’re okay, I promise. If I ever got upset with you, I wouldn’t tell you like this, baby. You know that.”
“I know,” Eddie sniffed, but his breathing was slowing down and his scent grew more content by the second. “I just – it’s a lot.”
“Trust me, I know,” she murmured softly, still worried at the strength of his outburst. “I’m usually the one tied up and crying. Or did you forget about what happened after we watched Top Gun last week?”
Eddie let out a teary snort. “I’ll never forget the day I almost lost you to Tom Cruise - ”
“You were the one who said he was hot,” she teased, poking her pointer finger into his cheek.
“Well, you weren’t supposed to agree with me!” He replied, turning to nip at her finger. She squeaked and pulled it away, delighting at the small smile that was starting to form on his face. Two more kisses, one on either cheek, and the last of his tears were gone as well.
“Please.” Stevie settled her hands into his curly, sweaty locks, locks that were splayed on either side of his head on the now tear-soaked pillow and began to play with his hair. “Tom Cruise doesn’t come close to you.”
Eddie hummed and tilted his head to the side, cradling it against her left hand. “You mean it?”
“Always. Besides,” she added, dropping her eyes away from his, “if there’s anyone who should be worried, it’s me. I mean, you’re going to be a super famous rock star some day and I’m just some Omega who’s too dumb to get into college and has all sorts of scars and - ”
“Hey,” Eddie cut her off with his Alpha cords. She immediately slumped forward, her face instinctively nestled into his scent glands. “You’re it for me. I mean it,” he continued when she didn’t immediately respond. “I know for a fact that there is no one as loving and as incredible and as perfect for me as you. And for the record, the only reason we were even looking at the cheerleading table today was because Gareth is working up the nerve to ask Chrissy out.
“Baby, look at me,” he ordered softly, and she tilted her head to the side so they were facing each other. “You’re it for me. Doesn’t matter where we go or who we meet, I am only ever going to love Stevie Harrington. And,” he continued, smiling softly as he began to draw patterns onto her shoulder blades, “as soon as we get our own place, I’m going to put my teeth in your neck and lock you down forever.”
“Really?” She asked softly, her own smile quickly growing to match his.
“Really really. I’m non-refundable, baby,” he waggled his eyebrows. “All Eddie Munsons come with a lifetime guarantee.”
There were jokes to be made their, sure, about cars and contracts and other sorts of finance speak that any number of the corporate alphas her parents had paraded home would have been really into. But there were only five words she wanted to say to him now (and forever.)
“I love you, Eddie Munson,” she murmured as she leaned forward, resting her forehead against his.
“And I love you, Stevie Harrington,” Eddie whispered back with a wide smile.
And as their lips met in a warm, gentle kiss, Stevie was reminded that for all the fun their punishments and scenes were, for as much pleasure as she got from his lips and his knot, nothing could rival the way she felt when they kissed.
Because nothing could ever feel better than their love.