synopsis: when the weather reported that it was going to be in the 90s you never could have predicted just how insufferable that would feel.. especially not while you were stuck inside your best friends stuffy trailer.
warnings: drug use, cocky eddie, fingering, m & f orgasm, light choking if you squint, reader has a thing for his rings, light daddy kink.. eddie humping the bed-
word count: 2800
You swore you could taste the humidity strong and heavy on the back of your tongue as you laid spread eagle on your best friend's mattress. It was summer vacation, not that it mattered as Eddie had freshly graduated and you had graduated the year before, and the two of you had spent your new found shared freedom doing a plethora of things such as getting baked in his room or heading down to the arcade at noon every day. Most days in Hawkins were bearable, not too hot with a bit of a breeze that made the humidity partially tolerable but today it seemed mother nature had better plans and she decided to hit you with the curve ball of 97 degrees Fahrenheit. You weren't even sure what the humidity was at, and honestly you hadn't cared- it wasn't like it mattered anyways. Knowing wouldn't change a damn thing. There were perks to being in Eddie's trailer despite its lack of AC and only one window in Eddie's room that was able to open. It was stuffy, hot, your clothes clung to your skin but at least here you could smoke. Your parents, bless their souls, weren't aware of your little habit and you very much wanted to keep it that way. Eddie was already on thin ice with your father simply for listening to metal music and driving around in a clunky van. Your mother on the other hand loved him, thought he could do no wrong and constantly questioned whether or not you two were going to date. You had entertained the idea sure, but never let it go too far as you were very much convinced Eddie wasn't into you like that, and if he was.. well he never showed it.
Your friendship had never gone past casual flirting- though one time you had apparently tried to kiss Eddie at a party. You were drunk, and him being the gentleman that he is didn't want you to do something that you would regret apparently. Everyone had told you different variations of the story ranging from 'you just fell onto him at a weird angle' and 'you flung yourself at him' so you weren't entirely sure what to believe. Eddie swore you threw yourself at him, but he was also drunk that night. Nancy however said you tripped.. and she was sober, so either she was trying to shield you from the embarrassing truth or she herself was telling thr truth. Either way, your friendship had never gone further and he had never tried to make a move.
With a groan you rolled over onto your stomach, burying your face momentarily into Eddie's mattress. You were met with the heavy scent of mahogany and vetiver, a deep comforting musky smell that was undeniably Eddie Munson. He had trudged off to retrieve his little black lunchbox clad in a pair of baggy shorts and an old band tee. You had discarded your jeans and tight black shirt in favor of stealing one of his band tees and forgetting the pants entirely, it was too hot.
"Edsㅡ" you whined, rolling over onto your back again as you dramatically tossed an arm over your eyes to shield them as he jogged back into the room lunchbox in hand. "Eds its so fucking hot!" you whined again, unable to catch the way brown eyes roamed across your somewhat exposed stomach and the black panties you had worn that day. He swallowed hard, mumbling out a soft "fuck-" before clearing his throat. "Yeah it is.." he trailed off, gaze roaming along the soft flesh of your exposed belly up towards your face- breathing a sigh of relief to find your eyes covered. You hadn't caught him gawking. The heat was both a blessing and a curse for him, if he wore just shorts and a tee around anyone else he would've felt exposed but around you? Well he still felt exposed but he was comfortable around you, and it wasn't like there was any better way to beat the heat. Of course the two of you could take a trip to the lake, and risk running into Carver and his lackeys.. or you could sit in your air conditioned room but then you couldn't smoke. So, his stuffy room was the best destination.
He set the black lunchbox at the foot of the bed just off to your right, flopping down at your left side with a grunt. You jolted, moving your arm to peer over at him only to find him staring up at the ceiling arms clasped behind his head. "You wanna roll? Or do you want me to?" You arched a brow, watching as he mulled over his options. "You cant roll for shit-" he grinned, gaze dropping to meet yours as you moved to smack his chest. "Oi! We can't all be masters at everything yknow.. and I'm improving!" He just chuckled in response, rolling onto his side to reach across you for the lunchbox. His hand just barely grazed your plush stomach, your breath hitching as your gaze locked with his. His lips curled into a lopsided smirk as he retrieved the black box, sitting up all while keeping his stare locked with yours. "Oh yeah? You wanna roll it then?" You sputtered at his cockiness, shaking your head as you offered him a pointed glare. "Oh fuck off Munson just roll the damn joint."
"Yes ma'am right away-" He chuckled, nudging your side with his knee as he opened the box and got to work. No words were spoken as he began to grind up the weed, packing it onto the paper with his tongue poking out like it always did when he was really truly focused on something. You could've sworn he could roll joints in his sleep but he always put extra care in when he was rolling for you. Your gaze dropped to his hands, fingers still decorated with his rings, and for a brief moment you wondered if they were cool to the touch. You however were pulled out of your momentary daze by Eddie himself flicking open his lighter to light the beautifully rolled joint. "One perfect roll for the lovely but demanding princess." With a wide grin he offered you the joint, not even bothering to wait for you to sit up as he placed the joint against your lips and sunk down onto his side propping himself up with his free arm.
His rings were cold against your cheek and you had to stop the sigh that threatened to escape as you took the joint between your lips and pulled hard and heavy. He didn't bother releasing it as you took your hit, only pulling his hand away to take his own when you stopped inhaling to hold the smoke in your lungs. This wasn't uncommon, in fact he always held the joint for you while you took your hits. Somewhere in the back of your foggy mind it registered that it wasn't quite normal, but you didn't care. You exhaled as he inhaled, his gaze still focused on your face as he blew little smoke rings towards you. You just snorted, waving a few away before he held the joint to your lips again. You both settled into a rhythm and before you knew it the joint was gone and the both of you were left feeling quite 'floaty' as you liked to describe it.
You shifted your gaze to the ceiling, but Eddie couldn't bring himself to look away from you. He had always liked you a bit more than a friend should, the only one that knew about his feelings was Dustin as the little shit had annoyed him until he confessed near the beginning of his second senior year. He loved the way you laughed, the way you smiled so wide your eyes creased every time you saw him. He loved how shy you had been around him for the first few months, but he also loved how feisty you turned out to be once you began to feel comfortable around him. He loved your softer stomach, your curves- the way your shorts always rode up between your thighs during the summer. His gaze slowly lowered again, stopping to rest at your stomach as he reached out a hand.
You hadn't realized he had been staring. Hell you didn't even see him move, only registering the shift in position once his hand grazed over your stomach. Your breath hitched as your gaze snapped to his face and then slowly lowered to where he was so gently rubbing at your flesh. "You're beautiful.." he whispered, gaze slowly raising to meet yours. Normally you would have complained, squirmed away because of the heat. You were already sweating and sticky but you could just barely feel the cool metal of his rings against your stomach and.. well this wasn't just anyone touching you. It was your best friend Eddie 'the freak' Munson with his soft curly hair and wide brown eyes. "I see the way you look at me yknow.." he continued, hand sliding up your stomach to push your shirt up though he stopped just below your breasts. You couldn't even speak, just stared up at him with this look of utter bewilderment like he had caught you in your own intricate act. You couldn't deny it.. you were attracted to him but were you really that bad at hiding it? When you didn't say anything he pushed slightly further, a soft groan escaping him as the swell of your tits was exposed just beneath the shirt. "You walk around my room.. wearing nothing but my shirt and a pair of fucking panties.." His head dropped, nosing along your jawline before planting an open mouthed kiss just below your ear.
Your back arched up slightly, breath catching in your throat as he kissed up towards the shell of your ear leaving his lips pressed there as he released another soft groan. For a moment your brain just blanked and all you could do was gasp as your core clenched and your thighs instinctively squeezed together. "Do you have any idea how good you look right now? Hnn?" His hand slipped up over your shirt, fingertips grazing along your sternum before gently wrapping around your throat. "Eds- Eddieㅡ" you whined, eyes fluttering shut as he gave a gentile squeeze before the same hand slid up to grip your chin tilting your head to face him. "You're so fucking beautiful y/n... can I kiss you? Please?" As if he even had to ask.
You quickly nodded and he didn't even hesitate, he surged forwards- kissing you with such ferocity you gasped into his mouth and he swallowed the sound kissing you hard and slow. His lips were plush and soft, tasting subtly of orange juice and weed. Eddie's hand snaked it's way back down, palm resting against your hip as he gripped at the soft plush flesh there for a moment not wanting to push things too far too fast. You on the other hand wanted more, so much more, one small hand moving to push at his wrist trying to get him to go lower. He just chuckled against your lips, pulling away for a brief second to look down at you. Your hair fanned out around your head, a few strands sticking to your forehead. You looked almost angelic with your flushed face and glossy eyes staring wide and wanting up at him. God.. he would give anything to see you like this every day for the rest of his life. "Say it.. tell me you're mine." His brow knitted together, fingers running along your panty-line as he watched you carefully. You didn't even miss a beat, a shudder wracking your spine as you whined out "M'yours, always been yours Eddie." And with that he slipped his hand into your panties and shoved his face back into the crook of your neck lips pressing soft kisses into your heated skin. "Fuckㅡ good girl. Been wanting to hear that for so long." His hips canted forwards against the mattress as he groaned, long fingers slipping through your folds to collect some of the slick already gathered there. "This all for me sweetheart? You're that wet already?" His lips latched onto your neck as you released a shuddered broken moan bucking up against his fingers as he slid them up to your bundle of nerves. He pressed down just above your clit, rubbing in quick small circles that had your toes curling and your jaw dropping in another whine as you rapidly clenched around nothing. His hips continued to grind down, soft pants and moans escaping the two of you as you sunk further and further into bliss.
"Wanna fuck you so bad princess-" he groaned, nipping at the shell of your ear before pulling away to watch you. You were already embarrassingly close, having caught yourself fantasizing about this exact thing more times than you cared to admit. "Why don't you?" You questioned, your voice breathy and barely above a whisper as your gaze locked yet again with his. "Next time baby, I haven't got anything." You just whined in response, back arching and legs spreading as he quickened his speed for a moment before shifting the position of his hand. Briefly his rings grazes your clit and you swore you saw stars, eyes rolling back as his ring and middle finger slipped along your entrance before sinking in. "Ed- Eds!" Your entire body shuddered as you worked yourself further down on his fingers until the cool metal of his rings kissed your lower lips and that alone nearly sent you over the edge. "Close- please Eddie please I'm so close." Your choked sobs were like music to his ears, hips still rutting against the mattress as his thumb swiped along your folds where his fingers were buried deep within you- collecting some of the slick there before pressing roughly into your bundle of nerves. The way you wailed as he crooked his fingers, rubbing them along that spongy spot inside of you, had him moaning into your neck as you fucked yourself on his fingers hips rolling at a quick and needy pace as you chased your high. "Cum for me baby, c'mon. Wanna feel you cum around my fingers."
Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you neared your peak, breaths coming in heavy ragged pants as you began to squirm. "Ohfuck- ohfuckㅡ I'm gonna.. gonna~" your body twitched once, twice, a third time before you toppled over the edge moaning his name alongside one thing that stuck out. "DADDYㅡ!"
Daddy.
Eddie's hips stuttered in their movement against the mattress as he whined against your ear before moaning out a low "oh fuㅡck" as he came in his boxers, hips still working to grind against the sheets as he worked you down from your orgasm. By the time he had finished his you were whining and pawing at his hand, overstimulated and very sensitive from his continued ministrations. With a bashful smile and a chuckle he pulled his hand away, raising it to his mouth to clean the slick off before your very eyes. Your face immediately flushed as you watched him through half lidded eyes, still feeling quite floaty as your body relaxed back against the mattress. "I think.. we're in need of a shower now."
You could only nod, making little grabby hands at him as he slid off the bed and circled over to your side scooping you up into his arms with ease. A good cool shower would do the two of you a lot of good, and then you could get cuddled up in your best friendㅡ no... in your boyfriend's bed in front of the fan to watch a good movie as you napped. Yes, a good cold shower and a nice peaceful nap. Already your eyes were drifting shut as he carried you towards the bathroom, bending slightly to plant a soft kiss against your forehead as he whispered a soft "I love you y/n" against your skin. "I love you too Eddie" you smiled sleepily up at him as he kicked the bathroom door open with one foot before carefully setting you down so he could start the shower.
"So- daddy huh?" He grinned at you over his shoulder, watching the blood rush to your cheeks as you squealed and slapped his shoulder. "Dont worry sweetheart, we can talk about that later." You just rolled your eyes, nudging his shoulder with yours as you watched him check the temperature of the water. Yeah.. there was no doubt in your mind, you were in love with your best friend. Now you just had to tell your mother she was right.
synopsis: when the weather reported that it was going to be in the 90s you never could have predicted just how insufferable that would feel.. especially not while you were stuck inside your best friends stuffy trailer.
warnings: drug use, cocky eddie, fingering, m & f orgasm, light choking if you squint, reader has a thing for his rings, light daddy kink.. eddie humping the bed-
word count: 2800
You swore you could taste the humidity strong and heavy on the back of your tongue as you laid spread eagle on your best friend's mattress. It was summer vacation, not that it mattered as Eddie had freshly graduated and you had graduated the year before, and the two of you had spent your new found shared freedom doing a plethora of things such as getting baked in his room or heading down to the arcade at noon every day. Most days in Hawkins were bearable, not too hot with a bit of a breeze that made the humidity partially tolerable but today it seemed mother nature had better plans and she decided to hit you with the curve ball of 97 degrees Fahrenheit. You weren't even sure what the humidity was at, and honestly you hadn't cared- it wasn't like it mattered anyways. Knowing wouldn't change a damn thing. There were perks to being in Eddie's trailer despite its lack of AC and only one window in Eddie's room that was able to open. It was stuffy, hot, your clothes clung to your skin but at least here you could smoke. Your parents, bless their souls, weren't aware of your little habit and you very much wanted to keep it that way. Eddie was already on thin ice with your father simply for listening to metal music and driving around in a clunky van. Your mother on the other hand loved him, thought he could do no wrong and constantly questioned whether or not you two were going to date. You had entertained the idea sure, but never let it go too far as you were very much convinced Eddie wasn't into you like that, and if he was.. well he never showed it.
Your friendship had never gone past casual flirting- though one time you had apparently tried to kiss Eddie at a party. You were drunk, and him being the gentleman that he is didn't want you to do something that you would regret apparently. Everyone had told you different variations of the story ranging from 'you just fell onto him at a weird angle' and 'you flung yourself at him' so you weren't entirely sure what to believe. Eddie swore you threw yourself at him, but he was also drunk that night. Nancy however said you tripped.. and she was sober, so either she was trying to shield you from the embarrassing truth or she herself was telling thr truth. Either way, your friendship had never gone further and he had never tried to make a move.
With a groan you rolled over onto your stomach, burying your face momentarily into Eddie's mattress. You were met with the heavy scent of mahogany and vetiver, a deep comforting musky smell that was undeniably Eddie Munson. He had trudged off to retrieve his little black lunchbox clad in a pair of baggy shorts and an old band tee. You had discarded your jeans and tight black shirt in favor of stealing one of his band tees and forgetting the pants entirely, it was too hot.
"Edsㅡ" you whined, rolling over onto your back again as you dramatically tossed an arm over your eyes to shield them as he jogged back into the room lunchbox in hand. "Eds its so fucking hot!" you whined again, unable to catch the way brown eyes roamed across your somewhat exposed stomach and the black panties you had worn that day. He swallowed hard, mumbling out a soft "fuck-" before clearing his throat. "Yeah it is.." he trailed off, gaze roaming along the soft flesh of your exposed belly up towards your face- breathing a sigh of relief to find your eyes covered. You hadn't caught him gawking. The heat was both a blessing and a curse for him, if he wore just shorts and a tee around anyone else he would've felt exposed but around you? Well he still felt exposed but he was comfortable around you, and it wasn't like there was any better way to beat the heat. Of course the two of you could take a trip to the lake, and risk running into Carver and his lackeys.. or you could sit in your air conditioned room but then you couldn't smoke. So, his stuffy room was the best destination.
He set the black lunchbox at the foot of the bed just off to your right, flopping down at your left side with a grunt. You jolted, moving your arm to peer over at him only to find him staring up at the ceiling arms clasped behind his head. "You wanna roll? Or do you want me to?" You arched a brow, watching as he mulled over his options. "You cant roll for shit-" he grinned, gaze dropping to meet yours as you moved to smack his chest. "Oi! We can't all be masters at everything yknow.. and I'm improving!" He just chuckled in response, rolling onto his side to reach across you for the lunchbox. His hand just barely grazed your plush stomach, your breath hitching as your gaze locked with his. His lips curled into a lopsided smirk as he retrieved the black box, sitting up all while keeping his stare locked with yours. "Oh yeah? You wanna roll it then?" You sputtered at his cockiness, shaking your head as you offered him a pointed glare. "Oh fuck off Munson just roll the damn joint."
"Yes ma'am right away-" He chuckled, nudging your side with his knee as he opened the box and got to work. No words were spoken as he began to grind up the weed, packing it onto the paper with his tongue poking out like it always did when he was really truly focused on something. You could've sworn he could roll joints in his sleep but he always put extra care in when he was rolling for you. Your gaze dropped to his hands, fingers still decorated with his rings, and for a brief moment you wondered if they were cool to the touch. You however were pulled out of your momentary daze by Eddie himself flicking open his lighter to light the beautifully rolled joint. "One perfect roll for the lovely but demanding princess." With a wide grin he offered you the joint, not even bothering to wait for you to sit up as he placed the joint against your lips and sunk down onto his side propping himself up with his free arm.
His rings were cold against your cheek and you had to stop the sigh that threatened to escape as you took the joint between your lips and pulled hard and heavy. He didn't bother releasing it as you took your hit, only pulling his hand away to take his own when you stopped inhaling to hold the smoke in your lungs. This wasn't uncommon, in fact he always held the joint for you while you took your hits. Somewhere in the back of your foggy mind it registered that it wasn't quite normal, but you didn't care. You exhaled as he inhaled, his gaze still focused on your face as he blew little smoke rings towards you. You just snorted, waving a few away before he held the joint to your lips again. You both settled into a rhythm and before you knew it the joint was gone and the both of you were left feeling quite 'floaty' as you liked to describe it.
You shifted your gaze to the ceiling, but Eddie couldn't bring himself to look away from you. He had always liked you a bit more than a friend should, the only one that knew about his feelings was Dustin as the little shit had annoyed him until he confessed near the beginning of his second senior year. He loved the way you laughed, the way you smiled so wide your eyes creased every time you saw him. He loved how shy you had been around him for the first few months, but he also loved how feisty you turned out to be once you began to feel comfortable around him. He loved your softer stomach, your curves- the way your shorts always rode up between your thighs during the summer. His gaze slowly lowered again, stopping to rest at your stomach as he reached out a hand.
You hadn't realized he had been staring. Hell you didn't even see him move, only registering the shift in position once his hand grazed over your stomach. Your breath hitched as your gaze snapped to his face and then slowly lowered to where he was so gently rubbing at your flesh. "You're beautiful.." he whispered, gaze slowly raising to meet yours. Normally you would have complained, squirmed away because of the heat. You were already sweating and sticky but you could just barely feel the cool metal of his rings against your stomach and.. well this wasn't just anyone touching you. It was your best friend Eddie 'the freak' Munson with his soft curly hair and wide brown eyes. "I see the way you look at me yknow.." he continued, hand sliding up your stomach to push your shirt up though he stopped just below your breasts. You couldn't even speak, just stared up at him with this look of utter bewilderment like he had caught you in your own intricate act. You couldn't deny it.. you were attracted to him but were you really that bad at hiding it? When you didn't say anything he pushed slightly further, a soft groan escaping him as the swell of your tits was exposed just beneath the shirt. "You walk around my room.. wearing nothing but my shirt and a pair of fucking panties.." His head dropped, nosing along your jawline before planting an open mouthed kiss just below your ear.
Your back arched up slightly, breath catching in your throat as he kissed up towards the shell of your ear leaving his lips pressed there as he released another soft groan. For a moment your brain just blanked and all you could do was gasp as your core clenched and your thighs instinctively squeezed together. "Do you have any idea how good you look right now? Hnn?" His hand slipped up over your shirt, fingertips grazing along your sternum before gently wrapping around your throat. "Eds- Eddieㅡ" you whined, eyes fluttering shut as he gave a gentile squeeze before the same hand slid up to grip your chin tilting your head to face him. "You're so fucking beautiful y/n... can I kiss you? Please?" As if he even had to ask.
You quickly nodded and he didn't even hesitate, he surged forwards- kissing you with such ferocity you gasped into his mouth and he swallowed the sound kissing you hard and slow. His lips were plush and soft, tasting subtly of orange juice and weed. Eddie's hand snaked it's way back down, palm resting against your hip as he gripped at the soft plush flesh there for a moment not wanting to push things too far too fast. You on the other hand wanted more, so much more, one small hand moving to push at his wrist trying to get him to go lower. He just chuckled against your lips, pulling away for a brief second to look down at you. Your hair fanned out around your head, a few strands sticking to your forehead. You looked almost angelic with your flushed face and glossy eyes staring wide and wanting up at him. God.. he would give anything to see you like this every day for the rest of his life. "Say it.. tell me you're mine." His brow knitted together, fingers running along your panty-line as he watched you carefully. You didn't even miss a beat, a shudder wracking your spine as you whined out "M'yours, always been yours Eddie." And with that he slipped his hand into your panties and shoved his face back into the crook of your neck lips pressing soft kisses into your heated skin. "Fuckㅡ good girl. Been wanting to hear that for so long." His hips canted forwards against the mattress as he groaned, long fingers slipping through your folds to collect some of the slick already gathered there. "This all for me sweetheart? You're that wet already?" His lips latched onto your neck as you released a shuddered broken moan bucking up against his fingers as he slid them up to your bundle of nerves. He pressed down just above your clit, rubbing in quick small circles that had your toes curling and your jaw dropping in another whine as you rapidly clenched around nothing. His hips continued to grind down, soft pants and moans escaping the two of you as you sunk further and further into bliss.
"Wanna fuck you so bad princess-" he groaned, nipping at the shell of your ear before pulling away to watch you. You were already embarrassingly close, having caught yourself fantasizing about this exact thing more times than you cared to admit. "Why don't you?" You questioned, your voice breathy and barely above a whisper as your gaze locked yet again with his. "Next time baby, I haven't got anything." You just whined in response, back arching and legs spreading as he quickened his speed for a moment before shifting the position of his hand. Briefly his rings grazes your clit and you swore you saw stars, eyes rolling back as his ring and middle finger slipped along your entrance before sinking in. "Ed- Eds!" Your entire body shuddered as you worked yourself further down on his fingers until the cool metal of his rings kissed your lower lips and that alone nearly sent you over the edge. "Close- please Eddie please I'm so close." Your choked sobs were like music to his ears, hips still rutting against the mattress as his thumb swiped along your folds where his fingers were buried deep within you- collecting some of the slick there before pressing roughly into your bundle of nerves. The way you wailed as he crooked his fingers, rubbing them along that spongy spot inside of you, had him moaning into your neck as you fucked yourself on his fingers hips rolling at a quick and needy pace as you chased your high. "Cum for me baby, c'mon. Wanna feel you cum around my fingers."
Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you neared your peak, breaths coming in heavy ragged pants as you began to squirm. "Ohfuck- ohfuckㅡ I'm gonna.. gonna~" your body twitched once, twice, a third time before you toppled over the edge moaning his name alongside one thing that stuck out. "DADDYㅡ!"
Daddy.
Eddie's hips stuttered in their movement against the mattress as he whined against your ear before moaning out a low "oh fuㅡck" as he came in his boxers, hips still working to grind against the sheets as he worked you down from your orgasm. By the time he had finished his you were whining and pawing at his hand, overstimulated and very sensitive from his continued ministrations. With a bashful smile and a chuckle he pulled his hand away, raising it to his mouth to clean the slick off before your very eyes. Your face immediately flushed as you watched him through half lidded eyes, still feeling quite floaty as your body relaxed back against the mattress. "I think.. we're in need of a shower now."
You could only nod, making little grabby hands at him as he slid off the bed and circled over to your side scooping you up into his arms with ease. A good cool shower would do the two of you a lot of good, and then you could get cuddled up in your best friendㅡ no... in your boyfriend's bed in front of the fan to watch a good movie as you napped. Yes, a good cold shower and a nice peaceful nap. Already your eyes were drifting shut as he carried you towards the bathroom, bending slightly to plant a soft kiss against your forehead as he whispered a soft "I love you y/n" against your skin. "I love you too Eddie" you smiled sleepily up at him as he kicked the bathroom door open with one foot before carefully setting you down so he could start the shower.
"So- daddy huh?" He grinned at you over his shoulder, watching the blood rush to your cheeks as you squealed and slapped his shoulder. "Dont worry sweetheart, we can talk about that later." You just rolled your eyes, nudging his shoulder with yours as you watched him check the temperature of the water. Yeah.. there was no doubt in your mind, you were in love with your best friend. Now you just had to tell your mother she was right.
Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, accuses you of cheating on him due to your strange behavior. If only you could tell him you were hunting interdimensional monsters instead.
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You know Eddie better than he knows himself. You know that his dad leaving and mom dying scarred him in ways you don’t understand. You know that despite the amazing relationship he has with his uncle, he fears Wayne will leave too. He’s insecure and hides behind his long, unruly hair and heavy metal music.
It’s why, upon further reflection, that you’re not surprised Eddie thought you were cheating on him. When you first started dating last summer it took a lot for Eddie to open up to you. You just graduated and were nannying full-time when you ran into Eddie at the local bookstore. He caught you browsing the Dungeons and Dragons display.
“I didn’t know the star soccer player of Hawkins High enjoyed the Devil’s Game,” he smirked, standing alongside you. You nearly jumped out of your skin and knocked a number of boxes over as a result.
You turned and glared at Eddie, clutching your chest. “Jesus Christ, Eddie!” you hissed. “You scared me. You can’t just come up to people like that! What if I hit you?”
He grinned, squatting down and helping you pick up the boxes you knocked over. “Sorry,” he laughed, fixing the boxes on the display before turning to you. “I saw you staring at the display for the last five minutes and came over to help. You look lost and as the Dungeon Master of Hellfire Club, it’s my duty and solum oath to guide those new on their D&D journeys.”
You laughed softly and tugged a loose strand of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail behind your ear. “I regret to inform you that I’m not looking for me. The girl I nanny is obsessed and her birthday is coming up. She’s been asking for more supplemental materials and I don’t know what I’m supposed to get,” you sighed, staring at the large display. “I should’ve brought her brother with me, but he can’t keep secrets.”
Eddie clapped his hands together before pointing out everything you should buy. In the end, you bought a set of new character sheets, dice, and an updated handbook on all the rules and procedures as of June 1985. You thanked him profusely as he walked with you to your car.
You always thought Eddie was attractive. Robin and Steve teased you for it, but they never made fun of you. You enjoyed his loud, theatrical rants during lunch period even if his rants targeted any of the groups you belonged to while you were in high school. Now, all of that was behind you. Your social reputation won’t suffer if you’re kind to Eddie Munson on a random Friday in a local parking lot.
“You’re not what I thought you’d be, Munson,” you teased lightly, leaning against the hood of your car. A bright smile and soft laugh cover your face.
Eddie gasps playfully and hides behind his hair. “What? Mean and scary?” he teased as you nodded in replied. “Who me? Never! I honestly didn’t think you knew who I was,” he said, twirling a strand of his hair between his ring-clad fingers.
“Eddie, c’mon,” you laughed shaking your head at him. “Just because we were in different social circles in high school doesn’t mean I didn’t know who you were. We’ve had several classes together since I was in 7th grade. We were paired together for Ms. Braun’s theater and arts project, remember?”
“How could I forget?! We aced it because of you!”
You rolled your eyes then and shake your head again. A beat of silence falls between the two of you and Eddie rocks back on his shoes. “Even though you were a jock, you were always nice to me, even when I probably didn’t deserve it. I thank you for that,” he murmured quietly with tinted cheeks. You grinned at his sudden shyness.
“Everyone deserves kindness, Eddie,” you replied with equal softness, “even the self-proclaimed freak of Hawkins High.”
tags: 18+ graphic smut, mature content, piv, dirty talk, established fwb, swearing, rough sex, ring kink and spanking, mentions of drugs, squirting, choking, throat fucking
summary: good girls stay out of trouble. bad girls invite rockstars like eddie munson into their bedroom and fuck secretly behind closed doors. there’s something different about your dynamic though, and you’re starting to think it isn’t just the sex.
notes: title references so damn into you by vlad holiday! enjoy :)
There seems to be this forbidden rule in the crowded halls of Hawkins High that runs till this day. It’s funny, truly, how the concepts behind cliques have such a serious hold over your fellow senior classmates. The idea that cliques can’t mix, can’t intermingle, or — hell — can’t even fucking look at each other because a glance meant absolutely everything drives you crazy.
Especially when you liked breaking the rules.
Especially when you liked looking at him.
Him with his shaggy hair, those big doe-eyes with that familiar sparkle of mischief that always had you smiling behind your locker whenever he’d saunter by, him with his obvious double takes of boyish desire in the cafeteria whenever you’d walk past in that tiny little skirt to go sit with the cheer squad as if you didn’t know each other at all, him and the way he stares at you after school, crossing his arms across his chest while he leans up against his van and counts the minutes till he can touch you.
Those eyes were always only for you. Always you. Always him. And yet, always behind closed doors, out of sight, forever in your mind, because the connection between an innocent cheerleader and the mirthful leader of the freakish Hellfire Club would be deemed the semester’s next controversial topic aside from that recurring rumor that Chrissy Cunningham does cocaine in the girls’ bathroom.
Not true, by the way. It’s definitely weed.
The twenty-year old senior has a reputation far different from yours, an accumulation of all the negative remarks people seem to implode upon him for his extreme love of D&D, overachieving rock band and his late highschool graduation.
Although, if someone were to accuse you of having sex with Eddie Munson on a regular basis? You’d be totally screwed. Surely, something with a lack of seriousness couldn’t be so problematic? Sex with no feelings. One-hundred percent, to the core, consensual sex, filthy and forward with zero emotions implied.
A fling, who you’d let tear you apart anytime and any day.
A fling that leaves you not just weak in the knees but… fuck. That’s all it is: a fling. Right?
So when Eddie shows up at your bedroom window with autumn-colored leaves in his hair and a shit-eating grin, the palpitations in your achy heart tell you otherwise. You don’t exchange many words, moreso just usher him inside and gently shut the latch behind him as if your entire manic spiel of avoiding each other’s houses hadn’t mattered at all anymore.
At this point, nothing matters. Except him. He always does. Especially now, when he’s hauling himself off of that little bench by your windowsill and nearly face-planting into the carpet with how he ungracefully maneuvers his taller frame into your arms for the millionth time this week. You’re careful not to make too much sound, giggling like children as Eddie’s boots thump against your flooring.
“Sorry. Sorry.” Eddie whispers with twitchy lips, scratching the nape of his neck bashfully as he adjusts to the midnight darkness of your small bedroom. “I know I’m late, but I had this really, really important campaign earlier and those shitheads Dustin and Mike needed a ride home, so I didn’t want to just leave them hanging which is why…”
You interrupt him with an overdue kiss to the lips, caressing his flushed cheeks as his outgoing hand gestures come to a halt and instinctively make their way down your soft sides. You slowly ease your tongue into his mouth, his large palm splaying over your jaw as he draws you closer to him.
“Well, hello to you too, sweetheart.” Eddie quips playfully.
You pull away shyly, wiping the smeared gloss from your mouth with the back of your wrist. “Sorry. Artificial strawberry.”
He hums in approval, smacking his lips together. “Tastes sweet. You know, actually reminds me of something…”
“Oookay, you can stop right there.”
“I was gonna say your…”
You glare at him, “Eddie.”
“Fine.” He rubs your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, remnants of a chuckle falling upon his features as the moonlight dances through your curtains. “Y’know, your lips are always so soft, so… fucking delicate — how do you do that? Jesus Christ, you smell really — fuck, you smell really good right now.”
You twirl one of his unruly curls around your digit, batting your lashes up at him as you pout with feigned innocence. “All fresh and clean from a shower.”
Eddie’s brows shoot upwards in amusement at your suggestion, “I can change that.”
“Really?” You gnaw on the inside of your mouth, feeling his hand dip lower and lower on your back as you instinctively arch into him. “Why? Feeling filthy?”
He holds your cheek, palm spreading across your blemished skin as he stares into your eyes. “Everytime I’m with you, all I am is filthy.” His lips twitch humorously. “You turn me into an absolute horndog, what can I say? Short skirts, knee-high socks, and you know I go a little crazy for those black converse.”
“Converse turns you on?” You snicker, nearly yelping aloud when the backs of your knees finally hit the edge of your king-sized bed and you catch yourself against the springy mattress.
You look up to Eddie, jaw falling open as he thumbs at your bottom lip. His tall shadow is far from menacing, but surely intimidating as he smiles toothily down at your frame. “You’re so silly, converse doesn’t turn me on. But, hey, you know what does, though?” He sighs out through his nostrils, using his other hand to card through your scalp and tilt your head back. “Mmm, look at me.”
“I am.” You gulp loudly.
“Look harder, Y/N.” You want him to swallow you whole. Right there, with that look, the intensity of his gaze and the dominant stature of his skilled hands molding and melting into your body. “You know what turns me on? The thought of having fucked you in nothing but those converse, back in my van, just a few days ago. You must remember, hm?”
You clench your thighs together at the recollection.
“I remember, alright.” You hold his stare, feeling his thumb dip a bit further into your mouth. “Came home smelling like sex and weed. My cheer uniform… all sticky and gross.”
“And you liked it… because the next day, you still smelled like my van. Meaning…” Eddie hooks his finger against the corner of your lip, before pulling away and putting the glistening digit against his own tongue. “You slept without washing me off you, little lady.” He hums in approval when you shut your eyes. “Hawkins’ perfect angel of a cheerleader, such a good fucking girl that surely no one in this small town would suspect that she’s actually just a slut for my cock…”
You whimper, tucking your chin to your chest as a rush of heat pulses through your cunt. “F-Fucking hell…”
“With the mouth of an actual sailor, by the way.” He shrugs almost dorkily, “But, god, do I love that mouth.” His hand slips to the nape of your neck, fingers gripping the soft skin before he starts to breathe heavily and blink rapidly. “Shit, can I kiss you?”
You don’t even answer, just nod and awkwardly rise from the bed to meet Eddie’s lips halfway — your knees are buckling beneath you from the weight of him against you, his plump lips velvety and familiar as his tongue explores your wet mouth.
You try to be more resigned, knowing that flaunting your neediness would only stroke Eddie’s already-growing ego. But your older classmate has learned to see right through whatever facade you use to convince yourself that you’re immune to him.
This current dynamic is different from when you first slept together.
You’ve grown bolder, he’s taken note of that. Especially in public, you like to stare. A minute turns into two, two turns into a couple glances that are too shit to be even called subtle, and glances turn into objectifying stares at his hands or rings, his lap, and sometimes even the ink on his arms.
Eddie gets off on it more than he should.
He finds pleasure in breaking your little good-girl cheerleader act, knowing that his unholy influence is seeping right through the cracks of your misleading halo.
But you’ve also grown tender to one another. Eddie knows there’s still that awful rift between your differing sides of highschool, but sometimes your company means more than just sex to him. He feels… wanted, seen, sure of himself, because a pretty woman like you probably wouldn’t hang out with anyone like him if he wasn’t someone of good substance.
And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t only sex. Because on the afternoons you’d sit in his van, he sometimes wouldn’t even think about what was underneath that cheer uniform. Fuck the uniform, he could listen to you and your animated self talk for ages, watching how your bright smile spreads across your cheeks and your kind eyes light up with enthusiasm as you tell him about your day.
He knows he’s screwing himself over for the long run.
“I’m still sore, just so you know.” You whisper brokenly against his lips, clutching a fistful of his leather jacket. “I had to skip last practice because I really couldn’t walk straight.”
Eddie moans wantonly at the confession, covering up his whiny tone with a stifled cough. “Oh, that’s a shame.”
“It really is.”
“Let’s make it happen again, then.” He grins, winking at you before he’s settling you down onto the bed. He rests on his knees between your spread legs, chin jutted out as he studies how your arms lay out over your pretty head. “Fuck, you’re so cute like this.”
You scoff, glad that the darkness can mask your flustered expression. “M’not doing anything.”
Eddie tosses his jacket to the side, baring a plain white tee. “No, you aren’t. It’s just adorable seeing how all innocent and put-together you look right before I fuck you.”
You gasp when he roughly tugs you closer to him by the slope of your calf, hooking your leg over his shoulder and pervertedly watching the way your shorts ride up your thigh from the new angle.
“Take a picture,” You breathe out, moaning quietly as Eddie kisses along your exposed skin and brushes his mouth against your ankle. “It’ll last longer.”
“I have enough pictures back at home.” He smirks devilishly with a shrug, and you can’t help but laugh knowing that he’s absolutely right. Shoebox of polaroids and other things hidden under his bed. Classic move. “None of them are as good as the real deal right here, sweetheart.”
Eddie sets your leg down from his shoulder, gently skimming his hand over the faint lovebites across your thigh before he’s helping you out of your oversized shirt and shorts. Both look two sizes too big on you, but either way, he still finds it sexy. His palms hover over the naked swell of your breasts, fingertips barely running across your hard nipples as the cool air of your bedroom hits your chest.
Your apparent lack of bra is coupled with a pair of lacy boyshort panties, a little ripped by the waistband, but Eddie honestly doesn’t care (he can do a lot more damage than some wear and tear). He admires how it hugs your hips perfectly, cheeky from the back and nearly teases him with how it drapes over your ass before the cloth disappears between your luscious thighs.
“Touch me.” You pout, tucking his hair behind his ear.
He grins. “So eager, let me take you in. Don’t rush it.”
“Mmm, okay. Whatever you say, dungeon master.” A giggle escapes your throat, sweet and innocent, and not at all mischievous. His nostrils flare, eyes dilating into the darkest shade of brown you’ve ever seen him sport. “Does… that turn…? Oh, my god, it does!”
He pushes your shoulder playfully, sneaking a glance at the way your breasts jiggle from the movement. “Shut up.”
“Okay, I thought it was a joke.”
Eddie winces. “You’re kinkshaming right now, you know that?”
You bite back your widening smile, and take it upon yourself to hook your arms behind his neck as you clamber onto his lap. “I think it’s kinda hot.”
“You’re a horrible liar, Y/N.”
“Oh, please fuck me, dungeon master.” You draw a laugh out of Eddie, stroking his flushed cheeks as he finally finds the courage to lock eyes with you again. “Show me who’s boss. Come on.”
Eddie hisses when you grind yourself against his denim-clad thigh, suddenly a reminder of his aching hard-on. “You’re a fucking whore.”
“Okay, now you’re just telling me qualities about myself that I already know.” You nudge your nose against his, entranced by the image of his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “So? Are you gonna fuck me like the whore you think I am?”
Eddie’s hands squeeze the fleshiness of your ass, rings cold against your bottom before a hot sting starts to crawl over your skin.
He spanked you, and you’re certain that his ornate jewelry has left an angry mark that’ll appear in the morning.
“No need for me to think when I already know.” He whispers, before he’s pulling his shirt over his wild head of hair and flinging the ball of fabric at you. You catch it before it can hit you in the face, tossing it back at Eddie with a giggly hmph! that makes both of you lose your balance.
The sudden motion combined with your bodies at the edge of the bed sends you tumbling onto the carpet, limbs hitting the floor with a foreshadowing of bruises. You both wince at the loud thud that echoes throughout the house, and Eddie’s thankful that your family is full of deep sleepers — a theory that he hates to say has been tested out before.
“Are you okay?” He laughs, propping himself up on a pale elbow as he cups a hand over his twitchy mouth. You both erupt into hearty chuckles, muffling your amusement behind your forearm.
You groan, rubbing your boob. “Peachy.”
“Mmm, I’m sorry. Listen, I can make it better.” Eddie crawls over to you, spreading your thighs apart with an expert knee as he hovers over you. “I know a couple tricks.”
“If you’re that horny, you could’ve just told me.” He watches the careful rise and fall of your breasts, taking in the suppleness of your abdomen and the slight arch in your back against the floorboards.
He bends over you, slowly mouthing at the space above your navel before his large hands travel up your stomach and knead at your tits. Your mouth falls open, nothing but the ghost of a moan leaving your throat as Eddie pinches your nipples and runs his tongue up your middle. The hot muscle immediately finds one of your breasts, taking the pebbled skin between his lips before he tends to your other hardened nipple.
You card a shaky hand through his curls, taking a gentle handful and guiding his head to that sweet spot beneath your jaw. “Fuck, you’re pretty.” Eddie whispers, pecking the underside of your chin before he’s trailing his lips over that vein in your neck. “Can I tell you something?” You hum, lashes fluttering against your cheek as Eddie nips at your earlobe with a knowing grin. “I’m so fucking horny, I just wanna take you from behind on this floor. Is that what you wanted to hear from me, Y/N? God, is that alright? Me eating you out right here, me fucking your mouth till you’re just drooling, then me cumming inside your little pussy? Is that okay with you, sweet girl?”
You squirm beneath him, pleading with your eyes as he pins your wrists over your head. “Y-Yes, Eddie. I… fuck, yes. Please.” His teeth make contact with your neck, a tiny pinch drawing a needy groan out of you before his tongue swipes across your pulse point and soothes the bite mark he’s left. “Wanna feel good.”
Eddie kneels back and sighs out desperately, puffing his hair away from his face as he guides your hand and runs it over his torso. You bite your lip as goosebumps form under your compelling touch, his faint abs flexing against your palm as you skim over his happy trail and make straight for the tattoo near his collarbone.
“You can be quiet for me, can’t you?” He inquires, his voice dripping with desire. You nod instantly, and Eddie almost laughs at how quickly your head bobs in agreement. “That’s a good girl. Help me out of this, yeah? Can’t let me stay here and do all the work.” He gestures at his heavy belt buckle and distressed jeans, smiling cattily as your fingers eagerly run his belt out of the loops and pop the button of his pants. “Fuck, feel how hard I am.”
You sit up and press your hand against the thick outline of his clothed cock, mewling at the feeling as Eddie’s eyes light up with an immediate burst of ego.
“Don’t let it get to your head, Munson.”
“Honestly? It’s all going straight to my dick.” He huffs, throwing his head back as you kiss him through his boxers. The tone of his voice changes instantly once you start to palm him, lips massaging the tip of his leaking prick through the fabric, “Shit, fuck, o-okay… you know what, I’ve been edging myself this entire day, and I really don’t wanna get walked in on so if you could… just… hell, if I could fuck your throat like right now… please, I’m dying to be inside you.”
“God, you really are horny tonight.” You laugh teasingly, pulling the waistband of his boxers past his hips. “What’s gotten into you, rockstar? Is it the whole dungeon master thing?”
“Oh, my god. You need to shut the fuck up.” He hisses playfully, scooting forward until his hard cock is aligned with your parting mouth. “Getting off on my embarrassment is so not funny, Y/N.”
He doesn’t hesitate to shove the reddened tip right between your lips, and you immediately salivate at the weight of him on your tongue. Waiting has never been Eddie’s strong suit, always too eager, and you seem to take it as impatience when really, he’s yearning to be as close to you as possible.
“Mmm… E-Eddie!” You whimper around him, using your fist to fuck the base of his cock while you suckle on his aching head.
He inhales deeply, placing his hand on the back of your head. “Look at you, baby. C’mon, suck me off. You know exactly how to do it. Had to teach you in the library bathroom that one time, didn’t I?” His hips instinctively buck up into you, pushing his length further into your mouth. The tip of your nose is pressed up against the groomed tuft of dark curls by his lower abdomen, inhaling the scent of his manhood as Eddie guides your head up and down his dick. “Fuck, and you were such a f-fast learner, too. Weren’t you? Can I go a bit harder, sweetheart?”
Your face scrunches up into pleasure when Eddie’s hand dips between your thighs, cold rings skimming over the damp crotch of your panties before you’re widening your legs and opening your jaw even more for him.
He tightens his hold on the back of your head, fingers stroking your scalp as he keeps you in place and his hips rhythmically meet your mouth. Saliva starts to roll down your chin, a trail of wetness making its way past your flexing neck as Eddie fucks your warm throat.
“Damn it, Y/N, you’re taking it so well. You love it when I fuck your throat like this? Filthy thing, tsk tsk. What would your little cheer team say? Their favorite member… s-shit, getting her throat fucked by an awful boy like me in her own bedroom. You gonna tell ‘em how much you enjoy getting corrupted by me?”
You scratch at his inked thighs, clasping a hand over the backside of his knee to draw him nearer. His jeans hang haphazardly low on his hips, the front slick from the spit dripping off your knuckles and the mess that spills over the corners of your lips.
Eddie finds pleasure in your humiliation, in fact, it’s what keeps his cock begging for more.
So, when you quickly pull away from him and blink away the tears from your sparkling eyes to utter your next words, he’s practically begging for sweet release.
“Want you to be rougher with me tonight. Please, Eds.”
“How rough?” His brow quirks upwards, a taunting smirk tugging at his mouth. “Like… fuck you till you can’t walk kind-of-rough? Slap you in the face? Spank you till your gorgeous ass is just… covered in — fuck — bruises?“ He drags the tip of his prick along your cheek, moaning at how your eyes flutter shut at the feeling and a shaky sigh leaves your body. “Choke you till your neck is covered with the outline of my rings? What, so you can show up to school tomorrow and flaunt it for everyone to gawk at like the fucking dumbasses they are? Can’t figure out who’s been railing the pretty cheerleader, can’t they?”
You whine at his loaded words, avoiding eye contact when his fingers find the underside of your loose jaw. His touch is a stark contrast to the tone of his voice. “Need you so bad.”
Eddie begs to differ. He needs you more. Needs to be buried inside you and never leave, just an endless night of wild, uncoordinated sex like horny rabbits — so believe him when he says he needs this more.
“Where do you want me?”
A pout forms on your lips as you intertwine your hand with his and drag it towards your mound. “Here.”
Eddie coos, splaying a hand over your stomach. “Lay back then, baby. I’ll go easy. Promise.” You send him an unconvinced look, watching as he finds solace in the space between your thighs and flops onto his stomach. “What’s up with that face?”
You roll your eyes, gesturing at him as he hooks his ringed thumbs over your boyshorts and pulls. “And by easy you mean… make me cum on your tongue like fifty gazillion times till I’m begging for mercy.”
He pauses in contemplation, before letting out a sound of agreement and pursing his lips. “Sounds ‘bout right. You never seem to really complain though.” You swear your vision blurs when Eddie flattens his digit along your folds, teasing your poor hole with gentle swirls. “My sweet Y/N, it seems that you’re already soaking wet.”
“I can’t help it. Rings off, by the way.”
Eddie playfully frowns, making haste to rid himself of his silver ornaments. “Watch these for me.” You moan when he lines the cold jewelry straight along your navel, “And keep still.” He says. “Wouldn’t want these little babies all over the floor.”
You look down at him from where you lay, hands reaching for him as his steady breaths fan over your pulsing cunt. The placement of his rings on your belly feels incredibly sexual, like a signature on your body that belonged to Eddie. Every tiny movement you make causes the silver to shift just a little bit, so when his tongue finally makes contact with your clit, you have to stop yourself from thrashing out in satisfaction.
But something about the way Eddie looks at you from between your thighs, his moans buried in your own folds, just makes you want to leap up and take him right there.
Maybe you don’t give him enough credit for his restraint.
He continues to flick his tongue over your bundle of nerves, testing out your sensitivity and relearning the perfect amount of pressure when he suckles on your clit. He drags his hands down your outer thighs, gripping the soft flesh with a newfound hunger.
“Fuck, E-Eddie… feels nice. God, I love your mouth, you’re so — so good with it, baby.”
“Yeah? Fucking tastes delicious. Could eat your pussy out everyday.” He chuckles sneakily. “Maybe even take you to-go. Lick you up whenever I need a snack.”
You whimper, balling your hands into fists in his hair when he slips a long finger inside you. “Perv.”
“Simply a man speaking his mind, Y/N.” Eddie’s digit slowly curls into you, making an embarrassing wet and sopping sound that draws a whiny groan out of him. “Christ, you really are wet. Fucking hell, babe.”
Babe.
That’s a first.
Eddie adds another finger, the soft heel of his palm is pressed roughly against your clit as he rocks his hand into you. Your cunt grips around him tightly, pulling him in further with every stroke that brushes against your contracting walls. He nibbles on your inner thigh while gauging your reaction, dreamily gazing up at you with those huge eyes as he fucks you with his slender fingers.
“Eds, please. Mmm… f-fuck, I’m… fuck!” You grit your teeth to muffle the sounds of your broken moans, the rings laid out on your stomach nearly toppling over as your hips jolt up. “You fill me up so well, your fingers are so — fuck, please. Please just fuck me.”
“Oh, such a dirty mouth.” He hums in amusement, grinning as he uses his other hand to massage your clit. “At least give me one orgasm. Just one, baby. You know I love making you cum more than once. You deserve it, deserve cumming over and over again like the pretty girl you are.”
His hand snaps into you faster, your juices coating his palm as you start to drip all over him. His digits are embarrassingly slick, and you quickly feel the rush of your climax approaching from his gentle words.
“I’m — I’m close, just please… please keep touching me like that. Gonna… gonna cum.”
A smile spreads across his face, “Yeah? Keep beggin’ for it. Show me how much you want it. Need some convincing.”
“Please, please let me cum. I’m so — Eddie, want you so bad. Please make me cum so I can… fuck, so I can have your cock inside me already.”
“Only because you said so, sweet thing.”
You share a look. Longing. Need. Lust.
Then Eddie is fucking his fingers knuckle-deep into you, relentless and unstopping, a sensation so overwhelming that you don’t even know you’re cumming until Eddie is pointing out how you’ve wet the carpet.
“Did you just…” Your mouth falls open in disbelief, breasts heaving as he pulls his fingers from your cunt.
He grins toothily. The smug bastard. “Make you squirt? Hell-fucking-yeah.” Eddie leans over you, capturing your lips in a celebratory kiss that feels all too tender. “That was so goddamn hot. Christ, I could cream my pants.”
“You’re so lame.” You laugh, pushing his shoulder gently before he’s pecking either side of your cheek.
“Lame? Does lame make a girl squirt? I don’t think so. I’m cool-lame. Watch, I’ll make you squirt again.”
“In your dreams, Munson.”
He slips his boots off, pushing the rest of his jeans down and kicks it to the side. “Get on your knees.”
You send him a challenging look, raising your brows with a smirk. “If I don’t?”
“Guess I can just do this, then.” You yelp as Eddie flips you onto your stomach. His rings clatter loudly to the floorboards, flying in all different directions as he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. A heavy sigh leaves his mouth, and you glance back at him with sudden concern. “Fuck… condom?”
“Just pull out.”
“Just… pull… out?”
You shrug, making a confused face. “Yeah, I’ll pop something in the morning.”
“Y/N, honey, have you ever been to this thing called… I don’t know, sex-ed?” Eddie’s eyes are wide, and you would’ve laughed had you not noticed his extremely hard cock waiting in his hand.
“Honestly, I’m more of a hands-on learner.”
“Oh, are you now?”
“Most definitely. You’d know.”
“You sure you want me to pull out? We can just stop right here if you don’t wanna keep going.”
You bite your lip, eyeing him over your shoulder with a half-lidded gaze. “I wanna keep going.”
“Down you go then, Y/N. Fuck, let me see you.” His hand comes down on the middle of your spine, pressing onto your back until your cheek is laying against the floor. You can feel his tip prodding into your entrance, the teasing motion of his cock rubbing against your needy slit. “Shit, baby, could just cum on myself from looking at you.”
“Please, f-fuck me.”
His dick enters you in one, slow and agonizing motion. You muffle your moans into the carpet, mewling from the immense stretch you feel between your legs as Eddie buries himself deep inside you. His hips are lined up against the curve of your ass, his large hands leaving dark prints on your skin as he pulls out and pushes back in.
“S-shit… Y/N.” He drawls, hair falling against his face as he watches his thick cock disappear into your cunt. “Fuck, you’re so tight. What the fuck… Christ, it’s like the first time I had you.”
When he took your virginity on that lunch table in the trailer park, that’s definitely what he meant.
“Oh, my god. You’re so — so big, I can’t… can’t think with you inside, I just… fuck, move.” You reach back for his hand, nearly crying out when he places his palms on either side of your head and looms over your compromised position. He trails his soft lips over the nape of your neck, his pick necklace brushing over your skin as he breathes your scent in. “Need you. Need you, you treat me so well.”
“I know. I know I do, sweetheart. Rock back for me, yeah? Feel it, feel my cock right here.” You choke on a moan when Eddie feels up your abdomen, stroking the outline of his cock inside you. “Good girl. You can take it.”
His hand wraps back around your throat, fingers pressing into your pulse point before he’s pulling you up by your neck and having you sit on his dick. He chuckles darkly, “Your favorite seat in the house, right? All the way, Y/N. Take it deep for me.”
You shiver when his head pushes against your g-spot, and you realize that shutting your thighs together is absolutely no use when Eddie Munson is balls-deep inside you.
“Oh, f-fuck!” Your voice comes out garbled and raspy as his hold on your throat tightens, bruising yet pleasurable all at once as he pounds into you.
From fucking under bleachers, to the bathrooms in the library, to the back of his van and the floor of your childhood bedroom, you’ve come a long way.
Eddie’s fingers leave your throat and find comfort on your supple waist, digging into your generous hips as you grind on his lap. He meets you halfway with long strokes, slow and purposeful with each thrust of his cock.
“Y/N, baby… f-fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good. I-I — holy fuck — I’m so lucky I can do this with you.” He whines out, barely coherent, but you can only focus on that one phrase.
Lucky I can do this with you.
“Eddie, fucking hell. Oh, oh my god. P-Please… wanna cum on you.”
“Gonna get you there, baby. Promise. A little longer, yeah? Gotta make you cum before I do.”
Your fingers messily circle over your clit, a combined sensation of pleasure that adds to the feeling of Eddie stretching out your pussy beneath you. He’s holding back his moans, stifling whimpers against your shoulder when his pace starts to quicken and his rhythm grows sloppy.
You tilt your head back and reach for his lips, pulling his face against yours as he continues fucking into you. You still taste yourself on his tongue, and you’d be lying if you denied that you enjoyed the idea of his mouth being on your cunt just moments ago.
“You’re so pretty.” You whisper against his cheek, watching as his eyes close in bliss. “Fuck, you’re so hot. And I get you all to myself — a cheerleader and her favorite rockstar… oh, you fuck me so well.”
The praise goes straight to Eddie’s dick, and your words spur him on even further. He holds you tight against his chest, tattooed hands grasping at your skin and breasts as he feels you clench around his length.
“Close, ain’t you? C’mon, sweet girl. Two for two. Let me feel you cum, Y/N. S’my favorite part.” Eddie nearly topples over when your cunt gives his cock one hard and long squeeze, fingers flying to help you massage your clit as another orgasm pumps through your quivering body. “Holy fuck, you’re so sexy when you cum. S-Shit, I… I gotta pull out…”
You nearly sob from the loss of contact when Eddie leaves you, emptying his seed out across your back and the tenderness of your ass as he grunts quietly behind you. Of course, you make no subtlety to watch him ride out his high — that perfect scowl on his face, the curl on his lip as he moans and runs his thumb over the leaking head of his prick.
“Hoooly fuck…” You sigh out, knees giving out from under you. Thankfully, Eddie catches you at the last second, arm swooping under your stomach before your body can make contact with the floor. “Oh, my god. That was…”
“Yeah, I… I honestly can’t… can’t think right now when there’s cum all over us.” He giggles heartily, leaving a hickey right on your collarbone. “Fuck, your neck is all red and purple.”
“Hot.”
“Not hot, I’m sorry if I was too rough. Just been thinkin’ about you lately, and… well, I guess I couldn’t help myself. Hold still for a sec.”
The admission makes you smirk, and you look back at Eddie as he grabs a random towel from your closet and wipes his spill off of your back. You turn over once he’s finished, arms outstretched over your head as Eddie sits against your bed frame and lazily draws shapes on your calf.
“You think about me in your free time often, Munson?”
He clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side cutely, “Only when I wanna recall something pretty.”
“Mhm. Sure, rockstar.” You flick at his hand.
“Don’t let it get to your head, miss cheerleader.”
Eddie continues running his fingers up and down your leg, taking in the beautiful sight of your naked body as the late midnight seeps through your curtains. You hum as he brings your ankle to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the bone before he’s leaning his head back against the edge of the bed and letting out a tired sigh.
“Wish you could stay the night.” The words that leave you shock you just as much as they do Eddie. “I mean, I just don’t want you driving back so late, y’know.”
“I know.” He takes note of your darting eyes, suddenly evading his amused stare at all costs. He’ll play nice for now. “I’ll see you tomorrow though, just before first period. Wanna see you in your dorky uniform.”
You gape at him, sitting up with an expression of feigned offense. “Okay, rude. I thought the uniform was hot — like, like every guy’s fantasy kind of hot.”
“Only getting back at you for calling me dungeon master.” He shrugs giddily, before he’s pulling your legs off of his lap then slipping on his wrinkled boxers and jeans. You follow suit, fetching new underwear and a flannel before you prop the window back open while he collects his rings from your bedroom.
Eddie’s belt buckle jangles behind you as you sit on the bench by the windowsill, looking out at the flickering street lamp of your little culdesac. A hand on your hip draws you from your trance, and you’re met with Eddie’s sunken face of an awaiting goodbye.
“Stay safe, Hellfire.” You tease, heart fluttering as he squeezes your side and gently moves you away from the window. You’re unable to tear your gaze away from his arms, admiring the way his tattoos glint on his porcelain skin.
“By the way, best part about this is the drive back.”
“Huh?” You lean over as Eddie clambers out onto your roof, boots nearly slipping on the shingles. “Why’s that?”
He smirks, glancing at the sky before he settles on the details of your face. “Get to think about you all the way home.”
Then, he’s landing on your lawn with two feet and jogging away from your porch, but not without a nerdy wave and a little wink that makes your heart do another somersault similar to when he first knocked his way into your room.
Whatever this is, whatever it’s going to be, you know the both of you are absolutely fucked in the long run. Either way, it doesn’t matter what people will end up thinking.
You’re so damn into him, even if it is — after all — just a fling. Totally a fling.
We both left ours yellow and colored everyone else’s. Mine’s named Dia after the Latin word for day, and my brother named his Chip after his Chocobo Tales character, which I think was named that because he thought it was cute.
The chocobros s/o, after the return of the dawn (Noctis is alive) became an ambassador for Lucis. Now, nine months pregnant they stubbornly want to lead the negotiation for an alliance with Tenebrae directly there. Which it happen. The boys, remained in Insomnia, recive an embarassed phone call by Talcott: " uhm, the negotiation has gone well. And, ehm, congrats, they got on labour and give birth in the main hall" reactions?
I had trouble typing this one despite loving therequest entirely- this is simply because I am exhausted and I kind of want tojust go to bed! But I also wanted to post something for you all before I hitthe hay. If I can manage another short headcanon/short scenario request, I’llprobably do it after this :) Ignis’ is long because… it just didn’twant to stop writing itself LOL
PERMALINK FOR ANDROID USERS: https://themissimmortal.tumblr.com/post/160331740920/the-chocobros-so-after-the-return-of-the-dawn
Noctis:“Noct,it’s Talcott on the line. He wants to speak with you.” Ignis’ voice startledNoctis out of his reverie. Shaking his head, Noctis gazed up at his advisor andnodded, before realising that Ignis probably couldn’t see his actions. SoNoctis grunted in acknowledgment.
“Thanks Specs,” Noctis picked up the receiver and heldit to his ear with a sigh, “how’s it going Talcott? Good news?” Noctis asked,sounding tired. Talcott laughed nervously over the phone, and that was whenNoctis knew something had happened. The young King sat up straighter in his seat,his eyes wide with worry. “Talcott…?”
“Your Majesty, the negotiations went fine- we’ve wonthe Tenebrae Alliance. And… well, congratulations. Lucis now has a babyprincess to its Crown.” Talcott said, a little hesitantly. Noctis gaped, noteven aware that his mouth was wide open.
“What? Y/n gave birth?! When?” Noctis exclaimed. His facefell at a sudden as a sudden thought intruded into his mind. “Talcott… where?”
Noctis could hear Talcott gulp over the phone. “Um,the main hall-”
“THE MAIN HALL?! Y/N GAVE BIRTH IN FRONT OF THE WHOLEOF TENEBRAE’S COURT?! SHE’S OUR QUEEN. SHE’S MY WIFE!” Noctis practicallyroared out of incredulity. Talcott laughed nervously through the line.
“Uh, yeah… it kinda just happened- congratulations?”the young man offered hesitantly. Noctis sighed and slumped down in his seatwith a small smile on his face despite his horror.
“Thanks Talcott.”
Prompto:Prompto frowned at the flurry of incoming calls that were coming through whilehe was on a mechanical excavation job down in the Keycatrich Ruins. Cindy hadtipped him off about some goodies that could be useful for the rebuilding ofInsomnia, so Prompto and his hunter team headed out on the job around the sametime you were due out to go meet with the leaders of Tenebrae about theLucis-Tenebrae Alliance Noctis was pushing for.
Prompto didn’t want to let you go, but he also didn’twant to make you think that he thought you were weak in your state of very latepregnancy. You were an independent woman and you liked to do things on your ownterms- baby or no baby. So Prompto merely kissed you goodbye, told you to becareful, and then let you go off on your merry way.
“Talcott?” Prompto said, calling the familiar numberback. “What’s up? How did the alliance shindig go?” the blond mechanist asked,wiping his dirty hands on his already messed up pants.
“Um, yeah- it all went well sir!” Prompto frowned atthe formal address.
“Just Prompto’s fine man… so what are you callingabout? Is y/n okay?” Prompto suddenly asked, worry clear in his tone. Talcottlaughed nervously at Prompto’s question and the blond man could feel his heartabsolutely drop.
“She kind of gave birth in front of the Tenebrae officials.Congratulations though- you’re a happy father to a healthy baby boy!” Talcottexclaimed.
Prompto remained standing for a few more moments, inradio silence. Talcott tried to call his name out, but by then, Prompto wasalready long gone. He’d fainted.
Poor guy- he wasn’t even there when you were givingbirth. Imagine if he was- you’d have to welcome chaos all around!
I have been 3 days completely obsessed with Fanfictions of Final Fantasy XV and the chocobros... x reader And NOW I'm starting to sing... I want to ride my chocobro all day...
I'm still alive... London is still my dream and I'm going to get it. No matter what life has to fight against me. I am stronger. Maybe I going to have a delay buy I'm not over.
