DICED

DICED

“I want to taste you again, like a secret or a sin.”

CHAPTER || 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Pairing: Eddie x bestfriend!female!Reader

Summary: Eddie comes up with a game to help you prepare for when you get a boyfriend.

W.C: 2.1k

Warnings: NO MINORS, smut will be heavy throughout this.

A/N: oh trashmouth-richie another mini series? Yep, get over it. This is a collab with @munson-blurbs! Give her some love 💋

You’re sitting atop Eddie’s lap on his dungeon master chair. Your panties are tucked away in Eddie’s back pocket soaked with your slick. Your head is thrown back against his shoulder a loud moan frees itself from your slack mouth as Eddie’s thick fingers circle around your clit.

“Shh,” Eddie groans, releasing your purpling marked up tit and squeezing your mouth shut, “you want the whole town to know how much of a slut you are?”

After school today, your best friend Eddie decided to play a little game. “It’s easy sweetheart, I promise.” Eddie coos as he takes out the velvet bag of dice from his bag he kept specifically for DnD. Couldn’t be bothered with carrying a backpack but he had an entire duffel bag just for DND. You sat on the dingy carpet of his bedroom twirling a piece of strewn carpet fiber through your fingers as Eddie lay lazily on his bed, smoking the last bit of his joint and tossing the bag up to himself.

“So w-what are the rules to this game?” You ask nervously. Eddie could be an absolute menace when he wanted to be, but never to you. He was, however, trickier than Loki and more sly than a fox. He didn’t treat you like every other asshat in Hawkins did, he always looked out for you, stuck up for you when the popular girls called you horrible names, and even beat up one of the boys on the basketball team for trying to lift your skirt when you were bent over at the water fountain.

“‘ts easy,” Eddie says, inhaling his joint, “I’m going to roll the dice twice, and then you’ll roll them twice. The first roll signifies where it will happen, the second, how it will happen. I wrote down a bunch of different scenarios, kind of like CLUE but instead of finding out who killed Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with the candlestick; it’ll be me and you, making each other cum, in different places, simple.”

“Eddie! I never agreed to this!” you stammer out flabbergasted. When Eddie asked you to come over afterschool to set the rules for a new game, you thought maybe he had stolen a deck of cards from Melvald’s. Not whatever crazy shit this was.

“Sure you did, remember weeks ago when I covered for you when you were too high to go to work and I took your shift at Benny’s so you could sleep it off, in my bed?” Son of a bitch. “And you said, ‘oh Eddie thank you I love you I’ll do whatever you want!’ Remember that sweetheart?”

Of course you remembered, you just hoped he had forgot.

Eddie had bought a new bong and you were only used to smoking joints with him in the back of the van after school. But when he excitedly dragged you through the trailer to show you his new possession sitting pretty on top of the small Formica table, your eyes gleamed and glowed with admiration at the sight of the 4 ft glassed beauty.

Taking the first hit was like inhaling smoke directly from a chimney, you coughed until you practically peed your pants, “yeah sorry I should have warned you it’s pretty intense.” Through bloodshot eyes, and a coughing fit, your high hit you like a freight train. Eddie had to carry you to the bed because you couldn’t walk, you were blubbering into his ear about how pretty he was— that you remember. What you didn’t remember was falling asleep. You woke to Eddie coming back from your shift at Benny’s and you apologizing to him fruitlessly. Guess he didn’t forget that part after all.

Shaking your head and standing up you shout, “okay asshole but this isn’t what I meant! I meant like I would take your next shift, or-or clean your nasty room! Or buy you lunch one day, not be a fuck puppet to your sadistic ass!”

“Ah ah ah, don’t get mad at me, baby.” Eddie says wagging a ringed finger at you, “I could have easily gotten high with you and had Benny fire you for not showing up, but instead like the gentleman that I am,” he said placing both hands on his heart like a Valentine’s Day cherub, “I covered for you. Now you owe me so if you would, kindly roll the goddamn dice so we can start.”

“Fiiiiiine!” You groaned. It wasn’t that the idea of having Eddie’s hands all over you making you have an orgasm made you sick, it was quite the opposite. What if he found out you actually liked him? You couldn’t bear the thought of losing Eddie’s friendship over something as trivial as fooling around. “But first I want to know why? Why are we doing this?”

“For practice.” Eddie said nonchalantly as he stubbed out the last bit of his joint. “That way when you get a boyfriend you’ll know what to do and also you’ll know what makes you feel good.”

You scoff at his words, “Oh really? And what makes you think that you’ll be able to make that happen? Last I checked, Rosie Palms was the only date you’ve ever had.” You said wiggling the fingers on your right hand.

“Oh sweetheart,” Eddie says, letting out a throaty chuckle, “there’s plenty of things that happen in this room that you’re unaware of.”

The pit in your stomach falls as your heart breaks slightly. The gut wrenching feeling of thinking about Eddie rolling around in his sheets with anyone else is enough to make you vomit. What is there to lose from this? At least you’ll get to finally kiss him.

“Okay but we need some guidelines… some standards! One, We can’t tell anyone, and I mean it Munson! That big fucking mouth of yours better not be flapping to any little Hellfire guys, got it?” Eddie shakes his head up and down as he sits up rubbing his hands together. “Number two, I’m not having sex with you so don’t even ask, and three, and I can’t stress this enough, no visible hickeys anywhere, my dad will kill you, then me.”

“Got it,” Eddie slides down his bed as if he is made of syrup, landing softly and crossing his long legs, “here’s the lists of ‘Where’, labeled 1-12, and the ‘How’ 1-6. Uhhh shit hang on.” Eddie jumps up and runs to the living room, you hear him sorting through some drawers as he yells out , “bingo!” You glance your eyes over the “Where” list, and your throat instantly becomes dry, is Eddie out of his fucking mind? You thought maybe he would have put: in his room, the living room, your bed. But no, Eddie has once again outdone himself. Detention, school parking lot, Starcourt mall bathroom, adult section of Family Video?

He comes back with the lid of a monopoly box, colorful play money cascades down to the dirty carpet as he trots back into the room, “here, roll in this.”

Holding the list in your sweaty palm you thrust it into the air, “Eddie… what the f—?”

“Nope, don’t wanna hear it, took forever to write all this out, now be a good girl and roll.” You shut your eyes take a deep breath. Sticking out your tongue at him as you pick up the D12, twirling it in your hand twice before rolling it onto the duct taped monopoly box.

7

You scroll your finger down the list and you stop hovering over the words “beer cooler in the gas station” you peek at Eddie through your eyelashes. A slow smile creeps across his lips, “alright, now the how.” Eddie grabs the velvety bag on his messy bed and fishes through it finding the D6. “Evens are are dealers choice, and odds are oral.” Eddie hands the dice to you as if he didn’t just suggest that if you roll an even number that his mouth would be on your lady parts by tomorrow. Already you can feel the distinct aching throb of your pussy. This is stupid, this is so fucking stupid, you’re literally sweating at the sight of these goddamn dice. Running your thumb over each side as they soon decide how Eddie will use his body to make you have an orgasm. You look up at Eddie to see him anxiously awaiting the decision of your trembling hand. His eyes are blown dark and he’s biting his bottom lip. The man is dripping of sex and he’s not even trying. You make a crude pumping motion with your hand as the dice fly free, hitting the cardboard with the thud, dancing softly and stuttering to a stop.

4

“Mmm, dealer's choice. I like that.” Eddie chides as he licks his lips, and twirls his hair as he blushes a pretty pink. “Now you can choose when this happens, I think we should do 7 days, starting tomorrow. So Thursday -Thursday.”

“SEVEN DAYS! Eddie! I thought we were doing this once!” your face is red with embarrassment as your best friend laughs.

“Ohhhh no, we’re doing this for seven days,” Eddie leans forward and almost whispers, “three days for me and uhh…four for you because, as you will soon find out sweetheart, I’m a giver.” His eyes flicker down to your lips as he hums softly. He raises his hand and pushes your hair out of your face feeling the calloused tips of his fingers graze your cheek lightly. Running his thumb along your plump lips, he pulls down gently exposing the soft anatomy of your inner bottom lip. His tongue peeks out of the corner edge of his mouth. His eyes go wide as he watches your bottom lip bounce back into place. “My turn.” He says winking devilishly.

After many rounds of dice throwing and you and Eddie bickering over who should write everything down because his handwriting is awful— you have it all narrowed down. Your day starts tomorrow, then Eddie then you, and so on. You rolled: Movie theater, gas station & after Hellfire Club, and hot tub, which would be tricky because neither one of you even had a hot tub. Eddie rolled: at Benny’s, detention, and the adult section of Family Video.

You can’t believe that you agreed to this. It seemed as though Eddie’s smile got wider and wider with every roll. His eyes sparkled as they watched the dance of the dice skating around the makeshift cardboard dance floor. Watching Eddie be so anxious for the dice to land had you, bothered. You ended up having to put your hair up, finding it suddenly hot in the drafty trailer. Eddie watched as you twirled your hair around your finger in an upwards motion, pulling it away from your face with a clip revealing the slope of your neck as small tendrils of your hair kissed the bottom of your chin. He never in a million years thought that you would agree to this. At first he just made up the game to get you mad, to tease you in a way that nobody but him was allowed to do. But then you had said yes and to be honest, he had been rocking half a chub since that moment.

Glancing at the thin watch on your wrist it was already 10 o’clock. “Fuck, Eddie I have to go,” you stand to your feet and grab your purse stuffing your feet into your converse as you hurriedly tie the laces. “Can you drive me?”

“Already ahead of you, sweetheart.” Eddie says spinning his van keys on his finger. He’s leaning against the frame of his bedroom door, hands stuffed into his leather jacket.

The drive home is quiet, normally Eddie is blaring Metallica and driving like a maniac, but not tonight. He has a sly grin on his face and his dark eyes turn carnal. “So, what movie we seein’ tomorrow anyway?”

“I guess whatever one has a matinee, probably less people in there during the day time… it’ll be, easier.” You are twiddling your thumbs and looking out the window, trying to ignore the fact that your window is already fogged up and you haven’t been talking much.

“Oh honey, just a little taste of me turning you on and you’ll be more than easy.” Eddie says wickedly. “Now,” he stops the van outside of your house turning to face you, his eyes dark and looking through his lashes at you, “I’ll see you tomorrow, get some rest,” he leans across you to open the door, dragging his hand across your lap as he sits back up. He winks as he smiles, Cheshire Cat like at you, “You’re gonna need it.”