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no one like you

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie asks you to cut his bangs and you want something in return, he gives it to you happily

warning: 18+ smut, no minors!; cursing; kissing, sexually explicit language, fem penetration; dirty talk; unprotected sex; praising; not beta’d

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p.s.s. honestly, I’m just having fun writing this, so don’t judge me :)

‘Holy Diver’ was playing in the background, an empty cassette box tossed on a discoloured carpet on the floor. Eddie's heating fan cracked up to the highest blasted hot air, making his room toasty warm. It was almost the end of November in Indiana and Hawkins was greeted with the chilly breeze of the upcoming winter season.

You lay on top of Eddie’s covers, one hand bent behind your head and another holding a book on top of your chest. You felt a small trickle of sweat at the back of your neck. Wearing only Eddie’s Hellfire shirt you still were on the verge of sweating and showering in the trailer wasn’t particularly your biggest wish. Last time you stood there, hair full of soapy bubbles warm water suddenly turned icy cold and you squealed almost giving Eddie a heart attack.

Sliding off the bed, you wiggled your feet in plushy socks. You could hear water splattering inside the shower and Eddie’s quiet humming. You reached into the drawer, fishing out a hairband that Eddie used sometimes to put his hair in a low bun. You adored the way he looked so much more boyish with his curls out of his pretty face but Eddie only got flustered every time you took his face in your hands saying ‘Pretty boy’.

Despite Eddie’s ‘scary’ looks, he was a perfect combination of slightly cocky and dorky sweet at the same time. You thought you were very lucky to see that in him before any other girls got to know him better. Joining Hellfire club two years ago was the best decision you’ve ever made, though you still suck at the game, you get to see Dungeon master in action. You had to admit that now you visited campaigns mostly because he looked so fucking hot doing them. All passionate and consumed by the story and the fact that he always went soft on you playing made you weak in the knees every bloody time.

Adjusting your hair in a messy bun you took a sip of coke Eddie kept in the fridge, especially for you. He emerged into the room, hair slightly damp, bare chest and bare feet, his pj’s pants hanging low on his hips. You watched a water droplet run down his abdomen into a dark trail of hairs hiding down his pants.

He set you with a look that made you blush a trifle.

‘What are you looking at, sweet thing?’ he tilted his head, grinning at you.

‘Nothing’ you lied.

He hummed, moving closer. He was warm from the shower and smelled like soap and aftershave.

‘Are you sure?’ breath minty, he nudged his nose over yours. Big hands snaked behind you, and found the soft skin of your ass, kneading it between his long fingers. You marvelled at the way his palms splayed across your buttcheeks, firm and possessive.

You pecked him on a cheek as he let go of you.

‘Baby, would you?’ Eddie grabbed scissors that lay on top of the drawers.

‘Cut your bangs?’ you asked, taking cold metal into your hand. He nodded, plopping himself on the bed.

Legs spread for you to make space he smiled sheepishly as you settled in between his knees, looking down at him.

‘What do I get instead for doing this service?’ you murmured softly, fingers brushing through his slightly frizzy curls.

Both his hands glided over your hips, leaving a burning trail, as his thumbs drew circles over your inner thighs, smoothing soft skin there.

‘Mhh, what’d ya want, angel?’ he hummed again, looking up at you with those big doe eyes.

Scissors clinked as you made your first move, dark strides of hair falling down the floor.

‘Could I play my music?’ you suggested, scissors working in your hand.

‘Fuck no, no whiny music today’ Eddie squinted his eyes on you, but breathed out a laugh immediately.

You smacked him on the shoulder. ‘Eddie!’

‘Oh, now, sweet thing’ he greened, lips grazing over the t-shirt at your navel ‘Come on, you can do so much better than this.’

‘Like what?’ you huffed, adding a few finishing touches to his freshly cut bangs.

His fingers run up and up your thigh, teasing at the waistband of your panties.

‘Like let your Master please you?’

You felt a rush of warmth spreading inside your belly. Thumb brushed stray little hairs off his cheeks.

‘Eddie, I’m just off my period’ you groaned quietly, putting scissors away and bringing a little mirror for him to look ‘Plus, I haven’t showered because you always use all the hot water!’

‘Don’t be a tease now, baby’ Eddie whispered, eyes greedy on your face ‘What do I care about your period? Don’t be silly.’

It’s true, he didn’t care and probably would even eat you out on your heaviest day of flow. But you cared. You felt way too exposed to be having sex on your period, though god, you wanted to.

‘Like it?’ you asked, raising one eyebrow.

‘Your pussy?’ Eddie stated fondly rather than asked. ‘Fuck yeah, blood, no blood, give it to me’

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks and you smacked him again on the head.

‘Your bangs, Eddie!’ you explained, holding out a mirror for him.

He laughed heartily but still checked himself out.

‘ ‘Course I do, no one but you could do this, angel’

You giggled softly, climbing on the bed next to him. Both of you settled down, you with your back pressed against the wall, Lord of the Rings book in your hands, legs swang over Eddie’s calves, as he propped himself against the headboard, trying to find the right riffs for Iron Maiden on his guitar.

A good hour passed like that, you reading, him playing and humming quietly to his tune.

When you couldn’t hear guitar strings you looked up from your half-finished book. Eddie’s eyes were set on you in a most loving gaze you could imagine.

‘What?’ you turned your head to the side, setting the book aside.

‘God, you’re so pretty’ Eddie stated, looking a bit dumbstruck.

You squeezed your legs together, slightly embarrassed that Eddie could see a wet patch on your panties. Jesus, how could he wound you up so hard without even properly touching you?

You have been wet ever since he came into the room and manhandled your ass.

‘Are you being needy now, Munson?’ you smirked, the tips of your ears burning.

‘With you?’ Eddie climbed up to you, pulling you by the ankles ‘Always’

You squeaked, his body hovering over you now. He smelt like minty toothpaste mingled with a cigarette he had smoked earlier. Pushing his face into your neck, he nipped at the tender skin there. Mouth open, Eddie kissed the column of your neck up and down until there wasn’t a spot left that he hadn’t touched. You whimpered into him, hips pressing up into his involuntarily.

He chuckled. ‘Who’s needy now, baby?’

You only managed to breathe out when his hand crawled under the shirt, palm smoothing over your nipple.

‘Asking me if I’m needy…’ Eddie stated, lips barely touching yours, like a punishment ‘If I could, I’d bury my cock inside your pretty cunt and stay there forever.’ His words alone made you moan, back arching up into him. Hands tangling in his curls, you pushed him down, demanding a kiss. He gave in, lips crushing on yours, soft and warm, like plush. He found your bottom lip, sucking in, and tongue smoothing over abused tissue seconds later.

You groaned, desperately fisting sheets under into your hands. Eddie swallowed your moans, lips parting with a wet pop as he lifted himself up, both arms caged your face.

‘Tell me, baby’ he breathed out heavily ‘You want your Master to fuck you?’

You nodded vigorously, panting. You already forgot about your recent period and the fact that you probably sweated like a pig in his hot room, damn his bloody heater.

‘Words, sweetheart’ he demanded, his big hand riding up your thigh. ‘Say it’

‘Yes, Eddie’ you panted.

His finger lifted at the elastic hem of your panties, letting it snap back against your skin as he let go.

‘Yes, what, huh?‘ Eddie insisted, mouth closing over your nipple still covered by his Hellfire shirt.

‘Fuck me, Eddie’ you whined, grabbing at his sides, fingers digging into his pale skin.

He hissed and bit you gently just above your collarbone.

Sitting up, Eddie looked down at you, chest heaving and you could see his hard dick imprinted into the fabric of his pj’s pants.

‘Spread your legs, baby’

Your knees just fell apart on command. Eddie’s eyes darkened, something dark swam behind them and you could see his pupils dilate as he leaned closer.

‘Look at that’ he whispered hoarsely, admiring the wetness of your panties ‘Good girl’

His fingers hooked under the waistband of cotton fabric, bringing it down your ankles and throwing it into the space of his room.

You whined, propping yourself on the elbows, trying to reach for him.

He only dismissed you. Dragging his finger through your folds, collecting a slick there, Eddie brought his finger up, glistening from your arousal.

‘That’s my girl’ he whispered, before sucking it into his mouth.

‘Eddie’ you moaned and he chuckled, finally guiding two digits into your aching cunt. Your back arched up, hips pressing down into his fingers, needing more friction, him.

Eddie hummed happily, curling fingers inside you, setting up a steady rhythm.

‘Fuck, such a warm and soft pussy for me, baby’ he whispered, eyes hooded, as his lips mouthed your clit, tongue gliding over in circular motion.

It was too much to take in. Fingers grabbing at his hair you gasped for air.

After torturous minutes of his fingers fucking you relentlessly, his flat tongue slid over your opening just a few times before you shuddered under his mouth, moaning his name.

He groaned lowly when you came, before finally settling himself between your legs, his trousers tossed down the floor.

‘Ready?’ he asked, lip biting. You sobbed weakly, nodding.

You shut your eyes tightly when he pushed inside you. He was warm and smooth and it filled you fully.

His eyes glistened when he leaned over you, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

‘You’re pretty’ you whispered, as he started moving inside you. Eddie laughed a little, hands cradling your face.

‘I love you, sweet thing’ he murmured, thumb brushing over your jawline.

‘I- I love’ you didn’t manage to finish your own confession as Eddie started thrusting harder into you. One arm pressing down your stomach to keep you steady, his hips were angrily pinning you down.

‘Oh, baby, ‘ he muttered, also gasping for air ‘You love me so much you wouldn’t let me fuck your sweet cunt when you’re on a period’

You shook your head, speechless. Eddie groaned, moving a little faster.

‘You like that? Me fucking you harder?’

‘Yes’

He held you tighter then, your nose pressed into his chest, his chain dangling over you, with each merciless thrust. You latched onto his neck, colouring his skin with marks that were angry and screamed you’re mine.

Eddie moaned, when you wrapped your legs around his waist, making him push even deeper into you. You felt a warm coil tightening inside you, hot flushes running across your body.

Breath hitched, sweat glistening at his clammy forehead, Eddie kissed you almost animalistic.

‘Come for me, baby?’ he pleaded, eyes greedy on your face ‘Come for me like a good girl’

‘Eddie’ fingers weaving at his hair at the back of his neck, you cried out, feeling a hot wave spread out inside you, making your toes curl.

Eddie gasped, rooting deep inside you and following you, before pulling out of you, his warmth spilling on your tummy.

Later when you both came to your senses, Eddie cracked a window slightly open for the fresh air when he disappeared to the kitchen. Weak in your legs you lay there as he left you, body slugging into post-orgasm bliss.

He came back with a glass of water and a wet washcloth. Sitting down next to you, he brought your calf over his thigh, gently wiping at your sensitive skin, then reaching out for stickiness on your belly.

‘Fucked you good, huh, sweetheart?’ Eddie purred, cleaning you up.

‘Yes, Eddie, yes you did’ you smiled, grabbing his hand to plant a kiss on his palm ‘You always do’

He grinned happily.

‘Read for me?’ you asked, reaching out for the book. His hand on your waist pulled you closer until you were able to lay your cheek on his chest, him leaning against a headboard as Eddie’s soothing voice went on about the adventures of Frodo and his friends.

He smiled when he heard your quiet snores within ten minutes, planted a kiss on top of your head, falling asleep just a few minutes later.

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