It’s the night before the mission. Knowing that there’s a chance he might not make it back, Rooster promises to give you a night that you won’t forget.
Explicit Sexual Content. Pre-Mission Scene. Minimal Top-Gun Maverick Spoilers.
A/N: it’s my first time actually posting my writing on here so pls be nice! Also, feel free to mention anything we need to fix grammatically. Proofreader and coauthor is @lunamoon1744
“Hey, uh, it's Ro-Bradley. It's Bradley. Fuck it’s probably late where you’re at. Sorry, I just, fuck, look, I’m sorry. So fucking sorry. I loved you, love you, still love you and I know this is a shitty way to go about it but there’s a mission and I don’t know whether I'm going to make it back, but I was back at Top Gun for a few weeks, and God, all I could think about was us, you, and how much I love you and how much I fucked you over and I’m sorry. God I'm so fucking sorry an’ I’m not asking you to forgive me but I can't die without apologizing, without letting you know that leaving you was the worst decision of my life and if I could go back I’d-, fuck I’m running out of time, I just, I love you so fucking much and I, I gotta go, fuck, I’m sorry, I love you.”
Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster. God, you loved him, and he had broken your heart. It’d been a few years since the breakup, and honestly you're surprised he still knows your number. Lord knows you had to look back into your contacts to figure out whether he called you through his phone, or someone else's. It was probably the ship's phone, seeing as you still had his cell number in your contacts.
It probably doesn't matter by now. If he went on the mission right after he called you, that would have been 15 hours, 48 minutes, and approximately 56 seconds ago. You begin pacing back and forth across the house. If he was going to die, he’d already be dead, and if he was going to live, he’d already be back on the carrier. Plus, there was no guarantee he was even going back to Top Gun, he could be going straight to his next assignment. You stop dead in your tracks. He could be dead.
Then again, that was the problem wasn't it? It didn't really matter, you would go to the ends of the Earth if he had asked you to, if he had so much as implied that he needed or wanted you to. Maybe that's why you had already finished packing, bag already by the door, heart already knowing what your head was trying to figure out.
Leaning over the kitchen island, you pull out your laptop and start looking for any possible flights to anywhere even remotely close to San Diego and Top Gun. A few hours that pass over your nerves like shitty tap dancers, about 50 tabs, and a coffee or three later you finally come across a flight. It's expensive, significantly more than you would ever pay normally, and through an airline you've never used before. It's also leaving in an hour from an airport 49 minutes away. Taking a deep breath, you say fuck it and start typing your credit card numbers in, because you are tired and desperate and you just need to be there in case he did come back.
God, you hope he's alive.
It was a seven and a half hour flight and a two hour drive, having booked the first flight you found to anywhere close by. You had a bit of a drive to get to Top Gun, but you honestly can’t remember much of your trip. How can you? For all you know, you're doing all of this for a funeral that you're not even sure you would be invited to.
You're not completely sure how you ended up in front of the Hard Deck. Well, that's a lie. You know damn well why you stopped here before trying to find a hotel. It's an aviator's bar. It's where the aviators go after work. You’d been here with him the first time around. When you were dating. When you thought you were going to marry him.
It's stupid, and emotional, and childish to stop. It’s been a little less than two days since he made the phone call, and if he is alive he'd still be on the ship, or in a hospital somewhere. That didn't stop you from walking in, from looking around, from ordering a drink, from sitting down and waiting on some distant hope that he'd pop through the door. You haven't actually figured out what you're going to do when you see him again. But fuck if that didn't mean you still wanted to see him.
It was another three days of watching and waiting, of sitting at the bar with Penny, of wondering whether or not the last actual conversation you will ever have with the love of your life was when you broke up, when he told you he never loved you.
It's your fifth day in San Diego, when you see his Bronco in the Hard Deck parking lot. You know that fucking car anywhere and you know for a fact that if it was here then Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw was alive. Which means he could have damn well called you and informed you of such!
Taking a deep breath, as to not preemptively jump to conclusions, and to not kill the first person that looks at you wrong, you hurry up and force your way through the Hard Deck’s doors, making a scan for tall, brunette, and mustached.
It's not hard to find him. He is standing by a handful of other pilots and Penny. She's under who you assume is the pilot named Pete’s arm, looking very amused by your entrance. Bradshaw, on the other hand, is laughing lazily with his friends, like you hadn't thought he might be dead for the better part of the week.
“BRADLEY FUCKING BRADSHAW!”
The sound of pool balls clinking stops almost immediately, and you hear whispers arising from some of the pilots scattered around the bar. The man of the week looks in your direction, and while his eyes light up, his face falls as you start marching across the floor towards him. “...y/n?”
You feel multiple eyes on you as you stomp across the bar, and out of the corner of your eye you can also see a few heads turn. “What in the ever loving fuck is wrong with you? The fuck was that phone call?” You come to a stop right in front of him, jabbing your finger into his chest. “Have you been landing too hard it’s starting to fuck with your head?” there's a snort on your right, coming from some Ken-doll-looking motherfucker. “Because that shit-”
“Y/n?”
“Is not okay! At all! You don't call someone, and tell them you love them, and that your sorry, and then just fucking disappear! Honestly! Give me one good fucking reason I shouldn't hit you upside your head, I swear to god-”
He interrupts you by pulling you into a tight hug and holding you against him, and you use every ounce of self control to not hug him back. He leans slightly back, looking into your eyes, and opening his mouth to speak.
“You came?” …you came? YOU CAME? What in the ever loving fuck did he think you were going to do after he called, go to brunch and have some fucking mimosas? Chill at the beach? Not lose your absolute goddamn mind?
“OF COURSE I FUCKING CAME!” You struggle in his arms before giving up and grabbing his shoulders in order to pull him down a bit so your eye level. “We may not have left on the best of terms, but I still fucking love you! Honestly, you could have called me at any point and I would have shown up because that's what you do when you love someone! And maybe that wouldn’t be my best discission but, fuck, I've never had a doubt that you would-”
“You still love me?” Maybe it was the way he said it, sounding like he was going to cry, or the way he looked like he was in complete shock over the fact that you still love him, even though he’s the one who walked away, but it makes your anger fade from the loud and explosive kind to the tired and worried one.
“Jesus fucking son of a fuck I swear to-” deep breaths, homicide is illegal and there’s witnesses, lots of witnesses, because almost everyone in the bar has turned to stare, nosey fucks. “-Yes. I love you, I loved you when we were dating, I loved you when we broke up, and I love you now, but, if you say one. More. Stupid. Fucking. Thing. I'm going to drown you in the ocean-” and it's true. You do love him. But it's also true that if he doesn't stop interrupting you, you are going to try and throw him in the ocean. It wouldn't work, you've tried it before, but it would make you feel better.
He smiles like a dumbass, eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. He puts his hand on your cheek, leaning down and pressing your foreheads together. “I love you too.”
“Yeah, I’m aware, but I swear to god if you interupt me one more fucking time-” which, he of course decides to do by kissing you. Which, not to say that you are complaining, but it's hard to stay mad when he's kissing you like it's all he's ever thought about. Putting both of your hands on his chest, you lightly push him away. “-we’re not in a movie. Kissing me’s not gonna get me to shut up-”
“What if I kiss you multiple times?” And isn't that a tempting offer? But, as much as you love him, that phone call was the worst possible way of getting in contact with you again.
You narrow your eyes, the corners of your mouth twitching ever so slightly up. “You can kiss me everyday for the rest of our lives, but it’s still not gonna stop me from thinking you're an idiot and calling you on it.”
“Promise?”
You can't help but to shake your head and smile. “Goddammit Bradley, I'm trying to be mad at you, you inconsiderate asshole. Yes, yes I promise, for as long as your dumbass wants to keep me-”
“Forever then.” And there it was, that stupid fucking smile that you loved. The one that made you stop yelling, at least for the moment, because he was alive, and he loved you, and he wasn't going to walk away this time. Sighing as you lean into him, the exhaustion of the week finally starts to catch up with you, but at least you know that he's safe.
summary: takes place directly after eddie catches you touching yourself in part one.
word count: 6.6k
warnings: oral sex (female receiving), fingering, squirting, breast/nipple play, unprotected sex, brief choking/throat grabbing & finger sucking, mentions of male & female masturbation, dirty talk. this is pure filth from beginning to end.
a/n: i know a lot of you have been waiting for this one, so i hope you enjoy it!! sorry for such a long wait, but as you can tell by the word count, this one is longer than the first part. also, apologies if you asked to be tagged and weren’t; the taglist would have been massive!
minors dni!
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You were collecting yourself as you lay upon your bed, lost in bliss from your climax. A lazy grin was forming on your lips, basking in the afterglow of your own creation. Despite the fact that you thoroughly enjoyed yourself, you knew that familiar guilt would inevitably creep in—the type that usually accompanied the fantasies and how you chose to act on them. It wasn’t as though you were thinking such things about someone famous, or someone you barely knew; they were about Eddie, your best friend in the whole damn world. Of course, you couldn’t help the way you felt about him, nor could you just flip a switch to stop being sexually attracted to him. He was gorgeous, he was so fun to be around, he had the most radiant smile and the biggest, prettiest brown eyes you’d ever seen…
And you were head over heels in love with the boy.
You hadn’t always been, though, nor had you been in love with him for very long. Your romantic feelings were fairly recent–about six months ago, give or take–but they were so damn strong. In fact, you couldn’t believe that there was a time when you didn't love him; he was everything you ever dreamed of in a partner. When you discovered that you were in love with him, it was as if a curtain finally lifted and showed you what you were missing beyond. The realization came after a particularly difficult period in your life, where he had been there for you constantly. No one else was by your side in ways that he had been–sleeping over, cuddling with you all through the night, bringing drugs & booze (not the wisest decision, but it helped, all the same), and listening to you when you needed it most. You spent those days lying in his arms, his fingers brushing through your hair as you lay together, sometimes in complete silence as you took in the solace of the quiet company. That’s what sealed the deal for you, and opened your eyes to your own feelings; but even still, it felt so dirty to be imagining him in the ways that you always did.
The first time you got yourself off to him wasn’t too long after your realization. You were in bed, listening to the mixtape he made for you as a birthday gift, while flipping through the other half of the present–a scrapbook that he put together, of the two of you. It was such a thoughtful gift, and something that just seemed so unlike Eddie. Mixtapes, sure; he had a talent for making some of the best tapes you’d ever heard. Scrapbooking, though? It just didn’t seem to be in Eddie’s wheelhouse, but either way, you appreciated it. He chose some of the best photos of you two, and you couldn’t help but smile as you turned every page. Every photo of him, especially the ones where he was smiling or being goofy, made your heart sing with so much love.
Then you got to the picture of him out at Lover’s Lake last summer, and you could do nothing but stare as you swallowed thickly. This particular photo was a shirtless close-up of Eddie, showcasing the tattoos on his body and faint traces of muscle in his arms & chest. His long hair hung over his shoulders, curls frizzy from the humidity as he flashed devil horns to the camera with a wink & his tongue out. You’d seen him shirtless before, and only felt a small stirring of something you could never identify; but you never felt it as intensely as in that moment. You eventually ended up with a pillow between your legs, grinding against it as you coaxed two orgasms with the downright filthy thoughts going through your head. You felt a strange sense of guilt and bliss when you were done, and you also had time on your side that night. You had the entire night to fantasize about him, feeling the wetness spreading through your panties every single time you pictured him with his head between your legs, or his guitar-calloused fingers deep inside of you, or how goddamn good he would probably feel as he fucked the absolute shit out of you.
Now, though, you didn’t have the luxury of time. You had to get up and start getting ready for Eddie’s visit, even though he was still hours away from arriving. You needed a shower after that little session, since you were basically covered in a thin sheen of sweat and your own cum. You also wanted to have a little wiggle room to get yourself looking nice, so spending that extra time on those things definitely wouldn’t hurt. You began to wonder what he was doing at that moment, and how well practice was going for him. The very image of him playing guitar, his fingers running along the strings as he tossed his hair, nearly caused you to start touching yourself again. Every time you went to one of his shows, you had to fight with yourself not to jump him right there on that fucking stage. It made for some interesting fantasies later on, though; you had to give yourself that much, at least.
You sighed before you could start touching yourself again, propping yourself on your elbows. You shook your head, trying to free the thoughts from your mind as you focused on getting ready & what outfit you should change into. You thought about choosing his favorite, the one that he was constantly complimenting you on every time you wore it, and decided to see if it was even clean or not. If not, you would probably have to throw in a load of laundry, on top of everything else. You almost slung your legs over the bed, so that you could get up and start getting ready. You never made it that far, though; you were stopped dead as your bedroom door further opened, and Eddie walked in.
To say that you were shocked would be a massive understatement. Eddie was now standing in your room, his body language conveying anxiety, with his fly unzipped and a noticeable outline in the front of his jeans. You were mortified, and didn’t know what you should do. You didn’t want to believe that he heard anything, but you knew better. From the way he was acting, to the obvious erection straining in his pants, you had an inkling that he heard part of it, at least. Your heart hammered in your chest, your cheeks flaming hot as you ducked your head.
“What are you…?” you began, clearing your throat after swallowing. “What are you doing here? I thought you had practice.”
Eddie smiled, rubbing the back of his neck as you drew the blanket further up your body. “Oh, that got cancelled. I thought maybe I’d drop by a little early and surprise you; seems like I did a pretty good job of that.”
Your cheeks were still scorching, and you lay back against the pillows as you kept your gaze away from him. “How long were you here? I mean…how long did you…?”
“I’ve been here long enough,” Eddie replied, and you thought that you could see relief settling on his face. “It sounded like you were having fun without me–physically, at least.”
Eddie stepped further inside the room until he was next to your bed, and you kept your head down to avoid looking at him. Goddammit, you were foolish to believe that this would remain a secret; as often as you touched yourself to him, he was bound to catch you sooner or later. His fingers brushed your covered thigh, and the simple touch sent a shiver down your spine. You finally turned your head to him, and he was beaming at you with that familiar arrogance. You swallowed, unable to believe that any of this was real. If you weren’t so transfixed in those doe eyes of his, or still feeling so ashamed, then you would have pinched yourself.
“I’m sorry,” you managed, shivering again as his fingers circled your knee. “I wasn’t expecting you until much later.”
“Nah, don’t be sorry,” he said. “It’s my fault; I should have called ahead, or just waited. But you know, if it makes you feel any better, that wasn’t the first time I’ve ever heard a girl moaning my name.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, watching his fingers as they trailed along your thigh. His fingertips glided down your calf, then up to your knee, before the backs of his fingers brushed along your inner thighs. His touch was innocent enough, but it sent a fresh jolt of arousal straight to your cunt. You pressed your thighs together after he moved his fingers back to your knee, trying to quell the ache that was settling between your legs. He sat on the bed, one arm on your other side as he leaned over you, his lips pulling into a smile. His face was inches from yours, and it took every ounce of willpower you had not to close the gap and kiss him until you were both breathless. The fingers that were on your leg now came up to caress your cheek, his eyes boring deeply into yours.
“What were you thinking about?” Eddie asked.
“I don’t know what you–”
“Oh, come on, y/n. You know damn good & well what I mean. Look, you can tell me, alright? I promise that I’m not going to judge you, or that it won’t be weird.”
“It really won’t be too weird?” you asked, chewing your lower lip in uncertainty. “I mean, I know you just…heard me in here–”
“Not only heard, saw,” Eddie interrupted, moving closer to you. Your eyes grew big, and he shook his head with a reassuring, gentle smile. “No, no, don’t worry. I’m not grossed out or freaked out, or anything. It was fucking hot as shit, honestly.”
“You’re really not disgusted?” you asked. “Considering how close we’ve always been?”
“Let me tell you a little secret,” Eddie said, looking around the room for dramatic effect. When he turned to you again, his lips were now barely an inch from yours. “You have been my top sexual fantasy for the last two years.”
Your eyes widened in shock, and you weren’t even sure that you heard him correctly. “Wait, what? Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” Eddie said, putting his fist over his heart as a signal that he was telling the truth. He gripped the back of your neck, caressing the skin there as his eyes met yours again. “You’ve actually been my ONLY fantasy for two years, so I guess I kinda bent the truth a little bit when I–”
“Eddie?”
“Yes?”
“Can you please stop babbling and just…kiss me?”
He smirked, but couldn’t mask the surprise at what you’d said. It was written in his eyes, in the way his lips slightly parted before he smiled, in his entire demeanor. He leaned in closer, but hesitated when his lips were just a breath from yours. You had a hunch as to why he was so reluctant, because the same thought had also crossed your own mind. If he kissed you, everything between the two of you would change forever. However, when you considered the fact that he just saw you masturbating to him, a kiss was actually the most tame thing you could do. You curled your lips inward, and then pressed them to his when you felt a momentary surge of courage.
His lips were soft and sweet against yours, so warm and welcoming. You could feel the tension in his body melting away at the contact, and his hand that was on the back of your neck now settled behind your head. One of yours rested on his shoulder, toying with some of his long hair as you wrapped it around your fingers. He shuddered, kissing you harder and more desperately as you hummed against his lips. He drew you closer by the waist with his other hand, which caused you to mewl softly. His tongue found your lips, subtle at first as the tip swiped over the seal of your mouth. His desire became more obvious, though, with the greedy pressing of his tongue against your lips. You opened your mouth to accept him, and his tongue swiped past yours as you whimpered. He was an even better kisser than you imagined, and you couldn’t get enough of him already. You sat up and slung your legs on either side of his lap, the blanket that covered your body falling to the floor. You braced your hands on his shoulders for a moment, straddling him before tangling your hands deeply in his hair. The two of you were still kissing, and his hands came down to squeeze your now-exposed ass.
“Eddie,” you sighed as the kiss broke, your breath stolen as he began kissing down your neck.
“That’s it,” he cooed, smiling against your skin. “Say my name, just like that.”
“I…” you began, crying out as he gently bit on the most sensitive area of your neck. You began to grind against him, rocking your hips against his clothed erection, the wetness of your pussy soaking the front of his jeans. You could feel his cock pulsating against you through the fabric, and your nails grazed his scalp as he sucked the area where your neck & shoulder joined. “I did this to you, huh? Listening to me get myself off made you throbbing hard like this?”
“Mmm hmm,” he hummed, the pressure of his mouth on your sensitive skin making your head swim. “Seems like I’m not the only one who’s turned on, though. It feels like you’re making a pretty good mess all over my pants right now.”
“I can’t help it,” you said, your hips still grinding against him as both of you mewled. “You just have that effect on me.”
“That makes two of us, then,” he said with a breathy laugh, but before you could respond, he was attacking your lips in a hard, messy kiss.
You were still stunned over how right all of this felt. You had been so worried that it might be awkward, or feel forced, or that it would be so wrong altogether. But his hands trailing over your back, as he kissed you like you were the very thing keeping him alive, squashed those fears. The two of you kissed hotly, sloppily, both of you moaning softly in each other’s mouths as his hands dipped under your shirt. With every trace of his fingers down your spine, you fell even more in love, and when they finally made their way to the front of your body, you felt something else entirely. His fingers caressed the bare skin beneath the shirt as they slowly, teasingly made their way to your breasts. You nearly exploded, your body leaning into his touch as you anticipated his next move. You were lost in lust, drowning under the waves of desire until you were breathing in nothing but him.
“Mmm,” you breathed, his hands enveloping your breasts. Your hands tangled even more deeply in his hair, tugging as he massaged your tits in his palms. His tongue pressed deeper into your mouth as he kissed you passionately, his groan vibrating against your lips. Your head fell back as he pinched a nipple between his fingers, and he took that as an opportunity to leave open-mouthed, rough kisses over your throat. “Fuck, Eddie…”
“Shit,” he hissed, tugging both nipples before rubbing the erect buds with his thumbs. “Did you think about me doing this? Or maybe it was more along the lines of this?”
He pushed you onto your back, sinking lower until his mouth was level to your nipple. He put his mouth over the still-clothed bud, and it peaked further under his lips. You sucked in a breath, grabbing his hair in one hand and the headboard in the other. His breath, hot and damp, felt incredible as the cloth of your shirt held it hostage against your skin. The sensation that his tongue left behind–the added friction, the pressure he used, the feeling of his breath–had you clawing at his scalp as he mewled. His eyes trailed up to your face, watching you closely as he sucked generously. He stopped after a moment and you whined, eyes finding him to see what he was up to.
“When you imagined me doing this,” he said, his chin propped on your chest, “I’m betting the shirt wasn’t part of the equation. Was it?”
“No,” you said with a slight shake of your head. “It…It wasn’t.”
“So, you did fantasize about it, then?” Eddie asked smugly, tugging your nipple in his teeth as you moaned.
“Yeah, I did,” you admitted. “I imagined you ripping off my shirt and sucking on my tits. The thought of that always makes me so wet; you have no fucking idea.”
“Ripping it off, huh?” Eddie said, smirking as he studied the shirt. “How much do you like this one?”
“I didn’t mean literally!” you cried with a laugh.
“I think I could tear it,” Eddie mused. “It looks pretty thin and flimsy. Shall I give it a shot?”
“You’re unbelievable,” you teased, watching as he grabbed the neck of your shirt. “Do your worst.”
It took Eddie two tries, but he actually did tear it. It ripped down the middle, and you felt heat rushing to your pussy as you heard the fabric tearing. He licked his lips as your breasts were now fully exposed to him, studying them for a long moment before his eyes trailed to your face. He ran his hands over them, looking into your eyes before his gaze flickered back to your chest. He dipped lower, kissing slowly between the valley of your breasts before stopping just below your collarbones. He went down again, kissing the tops of your breasts and rutting against your thigh with a deep groan.
“You’re gonna make me cum in my pants like a fucking teenager,” he said with a chuckle. “I knew your tits would be perfect, but I had no idea just how much.”
“If you need to cum, maybe we should get down to it,” you said. “I don’t want you to suffer for too long.”
“I’ll be fine,” Eddie assured. “This is about you, and making you feel good. I’m bound & determined to make your fantasy come true, no matter how long it takes.”
“But–”
“No buts. All I want you to do is relax, have fun, and tell me what you were fantasizing about so that I can recreate it. Okay?”
“I guess that doesn’t sound too bad...”
“Not at all,” Eddie replied, flicking his tongue over your nipple before pulling it into his mouth.
You thought that Eddie sucking through your shirt had felt good, but it didn’t compare at all to this. His tongue was like velvet against your hot skin, his soft mewls sending slight vibrations through your nipple. You closed your eyes as you moaned, his lips working firmly as he applied pressure with his tongue. He swirled it, tracing circles as his fingers pinched the opposite bud. Your breathing was growing heavier, and you were a wet, near-quaking mess underneath him. His weight on top of you–fully clothed, bearing upon you as he lost himself in his actions–was almost too much to handle. It was incredible, and you needed so much more than what he was currently giving you.
“Tell me more,” Eddie begged as he switched to the other breast. “Please?”
“You...mmm…” you breathed, his tongue massaging your other nipple as you gave his hair a slight tug. “I asked you to finger me while you…while you were doing this.”
“Is that what you imagined as you played with these earlier?” he asked, squeezing one of your breasts in his hand for emphasis. “And while you fingered yourself, too? That IS what you were doing, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” you said. “I pictured you fingering me so deeply while you sucked on my tits. I also fantasized about you eating me out; that one came as I was rubbing my clit.”
“Thank you for telling me,” Eddie said, smiling as he looked up at you. “You were honest with me, so now I’m going to be honest with you. Not only have I fantasized about those things with you, but I can certainly arrange to make them happen. If you want to, that is.”
“I do,” you say, practically begging at that point. “Please, I want that so fucking much.”
“Then consider it done,” he said, taking your nipple between his lips once more.
This time, however, his hand travelled lower, slowly taking in the skin of your stomach, hip, and thigh. You hissed as one calloused fingertip made contact with your wet pussy, and he groaned as he felt just how soaked you were for him. He dragged two fingers from your entrance to your clit, his mouth working harder against your breast as he did so. When he finally put his full attention to your clit, you whimpered from the slight overstimulation as a result of your earlier climax. He let off a little, ghosting his fingers through your inner lips instead.
“Sorry,” he said, gazing at you through his hair that had fallen into his eyes. “You’re so fucking wet, y/n. All of this because of me? Because of the fantasies you were having?”
“Yeah,” you panted, crying out as he pushed two fingers inside of you.
“Doing okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, grinning as you nodded quickly. “Good. That’s my good girl.”
The praise caused you to mewl, clenching around his fingers as they delved inside of you to just below the middle knuckle. You felt so full, and the coolness of his rings in contrast to your hot cunt caused you to shiver. His tongue wrapped around your opposite nipple as he fucked you slowly on his fingers, and you knew instantly that you were already addicted to him. He was so much better than you had ever imagined, and your fingers could never compare to how good he felt. He was moaning as well, increasing the speed of his working digits before rotating them slightly inside of you. The sounds of his fingers fucking into you, along with the soft noises falling from his lips, were driving you up the fucking wall with desire. You moaned, closing your eyes again as you yanked his hair, the pads of his fingers pressing rapidly into your sweet spot every time he thrust them inside.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” you panted, and he smirked at you. “Don’t say it.”
“Better than you pictured, huh?” he questioned smugly.
“I thought I just said–” you began, cut off with a loud moan as he pumped his fingers even harder. “Eddie.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, withdrawing his fingers as you whined at the loss. He sat up a bit, bringing his soaked, glistening fingers to his mouth as he made eye contact with you. He separated them, and you could see a sticky line of your juices bridging his fingers together. He shivered at the sight, drawing them into his mouth and groaning as your taste hit his tongue. He didn’t stop until they were sucked clean, his brown eyes blown even darker with lust. “You taste even better than I always thought you would, and that’s saying a hell of a lot.”
Before you could respond, Eddie was making his way down your stomach. He playfully bit at your lower belly as you laughed, and then he was pulling you to the edge of the bed. He knelt in front of you, and you swung your legs over his shoulders as he held onto your thighs. The anticipation of what he was about to do nearly killed you, and he began to leave hard, needy kisses along your inner thighs that only added fuel to the fire. His gaze settled on your cunt, and he drew back to get a better look. He made a soft sound of approval, before squeezing your thighs and delicately caressing the skin there.
“You have such a pretty pussy,” he remarked, nuzzling along your groin. “Is it still okay for me to carry this out, or did you decide that your fingers would do a better job instead?”
“Oh, stop it,” you teased, chuckling softly. “I definitely still want you to. I don’t think anything could change my mind.”
Eddie nodded, spreading your legs further apart for even better access. He dragged his nose through your inner labia, nuzzling along as you shuddered violently. The tip of his tongue ran through your folds, teasing as you began to whine pleasurably. His hair tickled the insides of your thighs, the cool metal of his rings on your skin sending goosebumps all over your body. His dark eyes found your face, and yours settled on him, watching as he drew your cunt impossibly closer to his mouth. You were getting wetter, and he apparently took notice as he groaned softly & began eating you out vigorously.
You had imagined this exact scenario far more times than you would ever outwardly admit. It had to arguably be your top fantasy when it came to Eddie, in any and all forms: Sitting on his face, lying on your back, him eating you out from behind, every single conceivable position and situation. The real thing was far exceeding any & all expectations, and all you could do was moan & writhe as he played your body perfectly. His plump lips were kissing from your entrance to just below your clit, his silky, warm tongue swirling and tracing all along your soaked pussy.
“Fuck, you really do taste incredible,” Eddie said, licking around your entrance before rapidly darting his tongue in & out of you. “I think I’m already addicted to you.”
“I’m pretty hooked on you, too,” you said, his fingertips digging further into your skin as he fucked you faster on his tongue. “Eddie…”
“Does it feel good?” he asked, a bit of uncertainty in his voice. “Should I do something else?”
“No, fuck,” you panted. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said with a wink, and set back to work.
He lapped at the inside of your pussy, moving his tongue around as one hand came toward your inner lips. His thumb ghosted your clit, swiping softly as your back came slightly off the mattress. That same hand snaked under your thigh to bring you closer to his face, his lips & tongue working feverishly against your aching, drenched cunt. He watched your reactions, two fingers pushing inside of you again as he moved his mouth to your clit. His dark hair fell into his eyes, which were still taking in your every reaction while occasionally flicking to your heaving chest. His lips enveloped your swollen clit, sucking the small bundle into his mouth as his tongue pressed firmly against it. He moved his tongue quickly back & forth and up & down, pumping his fingers in time with those movements. He curled the digits against your sweet spot, and your head tipped against the pillows as the pleasure threatened to swallow you whole.
“Still doing okay?” Eddie checked in, adding a third finger after you nodded. “Your pussy is the best I’ve ever fucking had.”
“How many times have you used that line?” you joked.
“Including today?” he asked, his fingers still fucking you as he wore a thoughtful expression. “Exactly…one time.”
“Bullshit,” you said with a laugh, moaning hotly as his fingers pressed tightly to your G-spot.
“No, seriously,” Eddie insisted. “I can’t wait to fuck you. I’ll warn you, though: I don’t think I’ll last too long.”
You chuckled at that, and before you could hit back with a witty remark, he was eating you out again. Your mind was hazy, full of absolutely nothing but the surrealism of the entire situation. You never thought that you’d be here–three of Eddie’s fingers filling your cunt as deeply as possible, his mouth focusing on your clit, his ravenous eyes watching your every move–but here you were. He increased speed, going impossibly fast as he moaned loudly against your pussy, shaking his head rapidly as he did so. The vibration sent a fresh bolt of arousal through your body, and the coil in your stomach was so close to snapping as your moans echoed around the room.
Your hands found his hair, holding on and pulling as his tongue vigorously swirled your clit. He curled his fingers quickly, making sure to press firmly on your G-spot every time. His mouth increased pressure on your clit, tongue flicking before trailing downward to explore the rest of your pussy. He slowed, causing you to whine, before nearly pulling his fingers out completely. You were ready to protest, but then he was slamming them inside of you again before resuming an even faster pace on your clit.
“I’m so fucking hard right now,” Eddie breathed, his free hand leaving your thigh to slide up your body and settle on your breast. “Are you close?”
“Mmm hmm,” you hummed, hissing as he rolled your nipple in his fingers.
“Go ahead,” he coaxed gently, both hands moving from their previous positions to hold your hips down. “Cum for me. Show me that I can make you cum harder than you ever imagined possible during your little fantasies. I wanna know if I can do it better than you can yourself.”
Your thighs were trembling violently around his head, your skin on fire and breathing heavier as your climax approached. He kept his gaze on you, admiring your form through his hair & eyelashes as he ruthlessly ate you out. Watching him, feeling his hard grip on your hips, and feeling what he was doing, catapulted you over the edge. You came harder than you ever had in your life, either alone or with someone else. You squirted in his face, his name leaving your lips in desperation as you arched your back, your grip like iron in his long, thick curls as your orgasm rocked your entire body. You could feel him grinning against your cunt, groaning as you tugged roughly at his hair. His tongue continued to work, albeit much slower this time, but you were so overstimulated that you couldn’t tolerate anymore contact just yet.
“You enjoyed yourself quite a bit, by the looks,” Eddie teased, drawing away as you pushed at his head. “Don’t remember you cumming quite that hard earlier.”
“I didn’t,” you breathed, still seeing stars from the force of your climax. “Fuck, you were…”
“I’m good,” Eddie said, standing from the floor and stretching his legs. His chin was absolutely drenched, his lips glistening, and the tip of his nose shiny with your cum. “You don’t have to finish that sentence; I could tell from the way you just super-soaked my face.”
“Sorry,” you said, smiling bashfully.
“Nah, don’t be,” he said, shrugging his vest & jacket to the floor before sliding his pants down. He kicked his shoes & socks off to join them, the jeans following suit before he yanked his shirt off. “Get the rest of your shirt off for me.”
You sat up, discarding the remains of the torn shirt to the ground. He glanced you up and down, whistling at your fully nude form. You admired the tattoos that decorated his body, taking them all in as he finished undressing. His erection was now present to you, and you chewed your lip as you admired it. He was bigger than you expected–not huge, but definitely not average, either. He had a lot of girth as well, his thick shaft beading precum at the tip as his balls hung heavy. You moved closer to him, taking his cock in your fist to feel the warm, throbbing weight of it against your palm. His hips stuttered in response, and he moaned before gently pushing your hand away with an apologetic smile.
“We’d better do this now, unless you want me to make a mess all over your hand,” Eddie said. “How do you wanna do it?”
“I wanna ride you,” you replied, propping yourself on your knees to kiss over his upper chest tattoo. “I’m tired of being on my back.”
“Well, I certainly won’t say no to that,” he said, his arms encircling your waist as he threw both of you backward onto the bed again. Your nude bodies pressed together perfectly, and he kissed you messily before rolling onto his back. He pulled you with him, coaxing you into his lap before you straddled him. He eyed you from head to toe, licking his lips as he did so. “Hit me with your best shot.”
You positioned yourself over his cock, grasping it in your hand as you guided it toward your pussy. His hands settled loosely on your hips, his eyes on yours as he waited. You took a deep breath, shaking off the last of your nerves, before bracing your free hand on his shoulder. You fully sank onto his cock, moaning filthily as his thick, aching length entered you. Your cunt felt so full, so stretched, and you swore that you never felt anything quite like it before. You’d used your fingers, toys, anything you safely could, but it all paled in comparison to Eddie’s cock. He seemed to be enjoying it, too; his head was thrown back on your pillows, his dark hair spread over them with some in his face, his grip on your hips tightening as filthy groans fell from his full lips. You took a moment to adjust and get used to how amazing he felt pulsating against your slick, warm walls, your lips slack as you met his eyes. He was gazing back at you with such desperation and lust that you nearly combusted on the spot, his fingers tracing soft circles around your hips.
“Christ, you’re so goddamn wet,” he said, his hands running up your sides. “You feel fucking incredible, y/n.”
“So do you,” you replied, lifting your hips a little and coming back down with a whimper. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“Oh, you poor little baby,” Eddie said with a playful, mocking pout. “Were your fingers not good enough? Did none of the dudes before me have a dick this big?”
“Don’t get smart on me now,” you begged, finding a steady rhythm as you both gasped at the sensation. “Eddie, shit…”
“Mmm, that’s it,” he praised, his eyes on your breasts as you bounced a little faster on his cock. “Give me a show, sweetheart. Show me how desperate you are to cum for me again.”
Your hips moved at a medium pace, because you didn’t want to go too fast just yet, but you also didn’t want to go slow. Eddie’s hands grabbed your tits, squeezing them in his hands and giving each nipple a hard pinch as your head lolled. You mewled filthily as he kneaded your breasts, your lips open as he rutted upward to meet your rhythm. Your hands rested atop his before trailing down his arms, and finally settling upon his chest. You scratched him as he bucked directly into your sweet spot, his hands leaving your breasts to hold your waist as you rode him even more quickly.
“God, this feels so good,” you panted, trying to find a new angle so that he could hit into your G-spot more directly again.
“Did you imagine this, too?” Eddie questioned, his hands sneaking around to grab your ass. He gave it a playful swat, which caused you to groan hotly. “Riding me like this? Feeling me inside of you as I played with those amazing tits? Did the thought of any of this get that pussy of yours soaking for me every goddamn time you fantasized about it?”
“Yes to all of it,” you said. “Every single time.”
“What a little slut, getting herself off all the time because she can’t stop thinking about my dick,” Eddie said, and you moaned at the nickname. “You like being called that?”
“A little bit,” you admitted, grinding your clit against him as you brought your hips down fully. “I have so many fantasies about you. It’s kinda ridiculous.”
“Doesn’t sound too ridiculous to me,” he said, his hand wrapping around your throat as he smirked. “Is this one of them?”
You nodded, and he reached between the two of you to gather some of your slick on his other fingers. Still holding onto your throat and tightening his hold slightly, he brought the wet fingers to your lips. He coaxed them open, inserting his fingers into your mouth and pressing them against your tongue. You tasted yourself with a groan, and he fucked them into your mouth with a grin. “How about that?”
You hummed and nodded as best as you could in reply, and he briefly cut your air off before withdrawing his fingers and letting go of your throat. “Noted. You’ll have to tell me more about these fantasies of yours later. I’m deeply curious now.”
“I will,” you said, swivelling your hips for only a second before bouncing yourself on his cock again. “I promise I will.”
He took your hands then, placing them on your breasts. “Play with these for me.”
You do as he asked, massaging your breasts and tugging at your nipples. He just watched you, not taking his eyes from you for one moment. You ground your clit every time you came down, and Eddie soon got the hint. His thumb swiped at your clit, running circles over it as you rocked your hips at a desperately fast pace. He pulled you down for a hard, sloppy kiss, one that was full of moans and whimpers, both of you close to orgasm as you slammed yourself repeatedly onto his cock. Your wetness had gathered at the base, some of it dripping down his balls and onto the bed below. You sat up fully and Eddie followed, his mouth all over your chest as you embedded your hands within his hair.
“y/n,” he panted, moaning as you clenched around him. “Fucking shit…”
You pulled at his hair, hands burying deeper into the messy locks as his mouth continued exploring your chest. You slammed down as the sounds of sex filled the room, his hips bucking to meet yours while he quickly rubbed your clit. It didn’t take much longer for you to cum, and you clung to him as your hips stuttered and body spasmed, your head thrown back as you cried out his name. Your body felt supercharged from every orgasm you experienced already, and Eddie was chuckling against your neck as he kissed it.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, holding onto you while you whined from how sensitive everything felt. “That’s it, I’ve got you…”
Your hips kept moving, trying to help Eddie with his own climax. It came a lot sooner than you had anticipated; he twitched inside of you only seconds later, hot ropes of cum painting your walls. He moaned loudly, holding you tightly as he came, his head thrown back with a look of pure ecstasy written on his face. You mewled as you felt some of his cum dripping out of you, and you lifted your hips before he softened too much. You collapsed next to him, and he brought you into his arms as he kissed the top of your head. Both of you were breathless, sweaty, your cunt leaking his cum as his cock was drenched with your own. He felt so much like home against you, and you couldn’t help but grin as you lay your head upon his chest.
“Wow,” he panted with a chuckle. “That was fucking amazing.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” you asked, tracing one of his tattoos with your finger. “Is it bad to say that I’m really glad your practice got cancelled?”
“No, because I feel the same,” Eddie replied, tilting your chin so that you were looking at him. “y/n, this…this wasn’t just about sex to me. I mean…don’t get me wrong, it was so goddamn incredible, but...it was so much more to me than just that.”
“Really?” you asked, smiling as he nodded slowly, nervously. “It wasn’t just sex for me, either, if I’m being honest.”
That got his full attention, and his eyes widened. “Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously,” you said, giving him a tender kiss. “In fact, I wouldn’t be mad if we decided to be…maybe more than just friends.”
Eddie beamed at you, rolling you onto your back before hovering over you. “You wanna know something?”
“What?” you asked, fingers looping through his dangling necklace.
“I wouldn’t be mad, either,” he whispered, sealing your lips–and your seemingly upgraded relationship status–with a kiss.
summary: you & eddie have been friends forever. when he arrives early to your house one day to hang out, he encounters something unexpected. part 1 of 2.
word count: 2.6k
warnings: smut, obviously. basically reader touches herself and eddie watches, unbeknownst to her.
a/n: i don’t know if anything like this has been done yet, so i’m sorry if it has! i have no time to read or see every single fic out there. if you want added to the taglist, let me know! also, this should go without saying, but minors DNI.
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Hanging out with y/n had always been a major highlight for Eddie. The two had been friends since her arrival in Hawkins during Eddie’s second senior year, when she herself had entered her first & only senior cycle. She chose to remain in Hawkins after she graduated, a fact that left Eddie completely baffled. She was smart, she was driven, she could grab the world by the ass if she wanted, so why stay in a shitty town like Hawkins? In any case, though, Eddie was glad that she was still there; it gave him something to look forward to, aside from Hellfire Club and shows with his band.
Weekends belonged mostly to them, unless they had other obligations. She also never missed one of his Tuesday shows, and they always hung out together afterward. They would go to one of their homes–usually hers–where they listened to music, smoked weed, drank beer, and just enjoyed each other’s company. Not only did they have fun every time they were together, but they were each other’s rock. Eddie didn’t have a best friend–hell, he barely had a handful of real friends–but y/n was as close as it got for him. When something good happened, she was the first he went to so they could celebrate together. When he needed to vent, or was angry, or frustrated, she was the first he came to so that she could calm him down; it was something she was damn good at doing. They knew everything about each other–or at least, almost everything. Eddie had a secret, one that he would never dare speak aloud.
He was in love with her.
He could even pinpoint the exact moment it happened. It was close to the end of the 1984-85 school year, and that particular day had been terribly rainy. Neither of them had an umbrella or raincoat, and by the time Eddie had driven them to her place, it was coming down like a damn waterfall. Both had become soaked in the short distance from Eddie’s van to her front door, and they had to change into drier clothes right away. She’d put on a long shirt with shorts beneath, and she gave him some oversized clothes that she believed would fit until his own were dry. Once they were toweled off and changed, they sat on the couch to watch a movie before her parents got home. Eddie didn’t even know what the film was, nor could he tell anyone if he tried to remember. y/n had taken to lying against him, cuddling close as he held her in turn. The warmth of her body, the sound of her laughter at the film, feeling her just existing against him as her focus remained on the television…it had been the most beautifully simple thing in the world. It had opened an absolute Pandora’s box of emotions for him, and he fell fucking hard for her.
He could never tell her, though. He knew that someone as beautiful as y/n would never love him in return, nor would she ever want to. How could she, when she was a goddess and he was Eddie Munson? He was a freak, an outcast who drank too much, did too many drugs and dealt even more, was a high school senior at the age of twenty, and played D&D with a group of teenagers. Not only that, but she was always dating someone–in school and out–or gushed over this person or that person, so the feelings were likely unreciprocated. Eddie felt as if he deserved an award for not losing his shit and revealing his true feelings in the process, every damn time someone new entered her picture.
But, little did he know, things would soon change with the most unexpected turn of events.
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One day, when Eddie and y/n were set to hang out, Eddie was supposed to practice with his band first. To his equal delight and dismay, however, the session was moved to the following day, due to another obligation of a bandmate. So, instead of waiting several hours to go see y/n, he decided to go over a little early and surprise her. He had a pack of beer and a bag of weed with their names written all over it, and was ready to unwind with her. Metallica blasted from the van’s speakers, jazzing him up as he drummed on the steering wheel and sang along. He was having a blast, and by the time he reached y/n’s, he was bursting at the seams with excitement. He wanted to get stoned off his ass, kick his feet up with a beer, and find ways to make her laugh. To him, her laughter was the best music, and he was so happy that he could bring it out of her the way he did.
Eddie pulled in behind her vehicle, killing the engine and getting out with his goods. He discovered that the front door was locked, and found the key in the hiding spot she’d once shown him. He let himself in, looking around at the empty place upon entering. It was eerily quiet, which was confusing to him. She had to be home; her vehicle was parked outside, but it appeared as if no one were there. Worry soon stole over him, and he hastily placed the beer & weed on the nearest surface before frantically searching for her. He was paranoid that something could be terribly wrong, and he knew that he would never relax until he was certain that she was alright.
He found out where she was soon enough. As he was turning a corner to walk into another room, he heard moaning coming from upstairs. It wasn’t a painful, distressed sound; it was pleasurable, and loud enough that he heard it downstairs. Eddie stopped in his tracks, listening closely to see if he’d been correct. It was silent for what seemed like forever, and Eddie began to doubt what he heard. But then it came again, a little louder than before, and he knew that he was right in the first place. He assumed that the sound was coming from her bedroom, and Eddie couldn’t help but feel jealous at the thought of her with someone else. She wasn’t even his girlfriend, but goddammit, he was desperately in love with the girl. How much longer could he endure seeing her with other people, before it finally broke him or drove him to confess his feelings? The universe was always playing some kind of sick joke on him, but dangling y/n in front of him & then yanking her away had to be the cruelest, by far.
Eddie listened again, inching up the stairs to get closer to her room. He heard no other voices, and no sounds that indicated she was having sex with someone. He was perplexed, but kept moving, being careful not to make any noise that would alert her. He wanted to see what was going on, and whether she was with someone else or not; he wouldn’t be able to let it go until he knew. He was aware that, while his curiosity would eat him alive if he didn’t investigate, he may not like the answer that he received. He needed it, anyway, and mentally prepared himself for what he could potentially find.
Eddie followed the sounds of her moans to her bedroom door, already feeling like a creep. Her door was open a sizable crack, and he could see through it well enough without having to open it any further and possibly giving himself away. He was relieved to see no one else in the room with her, but y/n was still moaning as she lay upon her bed. A thin blanket covered her lower half, one arm thrown above her head as the other was hidden by the covering. It clicked for Eddie what was going on, and he swallowed thickly as he watched her hand moving under the blanket. She had a shirt on, but no bra, because he could see her nipples clearly poking through the fabric as they hardened.
While Eddie was completely stunned by the sight, he knew that it was wrong to stay. To do so would not only be such a perverted move, but it would be a complete invasion of her privacy. He reluctantly forced himself to look away, feeling flustered as he turned to leave. He would just have to come back later, at the original time he was supposed to; a few hours wasn’t too bad to wait. But damn, did he really want to stay and watch her, no matter where the hands on his morality compass sat. He had an obligation as a good friend and a decent human being to leave her to her own devices, but seeing her like that? The very girl that he’d thought about in the same way, many times, was touching herself right in front of him; to say that he was torn was a serious understatement.
Eddie cursed under his breath, and took two steps toward the stairs. That was as far as he got, because he’d frozen dead in his tracks by what he heard next. His big brown eyes only widened, and if he’d still had hold of the stuff he brought with him, it would have dropped to the floor. The same sound came again, and Eddie swivelled on the spot to assure that it wasn’t wishful thinking. But no; it had been clear as day that second time, and then it came a third.
“Eddie!”
His name, coming in the form of a hot moan from inside of her bedroom. The first time, he’d wondered if she had seen him before he had walked away and was simply calling for him. He was in utter disbelief that she would be fantasizing over him to begin with, because why on Earth would she? Eddie did ponder the notion that it could be another Eddie, but did she even know anyone else with that name? His mind turned over every conceivable reason, but y/n did not stop saying the name. Eddie forced himself to walk back to her door, peeking in to see what she was doing. What he saw caused his breath to catch in his throat, and his gaze was immediately glued only to her.
The blanket was down a little further, barely covering y/n’s lower half. Her fingers were working faster, and Eddie could tell from the placement of her hand that she was most likely rubbing her clit with her middle finger. The arm that was previously above her head was now grabbing at her throat, rubbing her neck before dipping inside of her shirt to grab her breast. Her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut, and she cried out as she began pulling on her nipple. The hand below the blanket slid down further as she toyed with her breast, and she gasped loudly at the sensation. A filthy string of moans escaped her, and Eddie could only assume that she was fingering herself at this point due to her new hand placement.
Eddie could feel blood rushing to his cock, and he stood rooted in place as he continued to watch. He felt like some sort of disgusting creep, and he didn’t know how he could look her in the eye ever again. At the moment, however, the most rational part of his brain had gone out the window. His jeans were growing tighter by the second due to everything she was doing to herself in there, and his mind was now clouded with lustful judgment. Every stroke of her fingers, every pinch of her nipple, every sound she made, it was driving him absolutely wild. He didn’t think he could ever be more attracted to her, but this whole situation was proving him completely wrong.
“Eddie,” she breathed, her eyes still closed as she massaged her breast. Eddie could see her rolling the hardened bud of her nipple between her fingers, and her head snapped back as she fucked herself even deeper and more rapidly. Her breath quickened, and a lazy smile formed on her lips as she mewled. “Eddie, fuck…”
y/n’s hand shifted to the opposite breast, and he noticed the hitch of her breath when she made contact. Her legs were shaking under the blanket, and her back lifted slightly from the mattress once more. Her hand moved upward after a few minutes, rubbing quick circles on her clit as she began to grow louder & more desperate in volume. It was the hottest fucking thing that Eddie had ever seen, and he felt so dirty for even thinking it. He wasn’t even supposed to be here, and yet there he stood, spying on his best friend while she had a personal moment. It felt like such a violation, but his goddamn never-ending curiosity had forced him to remain there. Not only did he want to watch her masturbate to him, but he had a nagging desire to know what she was thinking. What had gotten her so worked up in the first place? What was she fantasizing about at the moment that had turned her on so much, that she had to get herself off to it? The line he was walking with the whole circumstances was a fine, risky one, but the painful erection he had was demanding he stay until she finished. After that, maybe he could–
No. No, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t make himself known and tell her that he’d heard everything. Jesus jumping Christ, what was wrong with him? If he wanted to potentially damage the friendship beyond repair, then of course he could go in there and reveal what he’d done. While the only remaining shred of sense he had was telling him that it was a stupid idea, the horny part of him needed it to happen the other way. Fuck, he wanted her so badly that he ached, and if she rejected him or never spoke to him again, then he would absolutely deserve it. But she was moaning his name; something told him that, while she may be surprised, she would most likely welcome him. Either way, he was prepared, and with a shaky sigh, he turned his full attention back to her.
“Mmm,” she hummed, her mewls turning more heated as her breathing grew heavier. Her hands worked fast, the quickest that Eddie had seen them so far. “Shit, you feel so fucking good.”
Eddie was unable to stop the grin that formed on his face. He could tell that she was close, and sure enough, it didn’t take her long to cum. The sounds she made as she reached her orgasm were like music to Eddie’s ears, and his cock throbbed in his pants because of it. His name fell repeatedly from her lips, her face twisted in ecstasy as she arched her back, her legs pushing the thin covering further down to expose her mound. Eddie bit the corner of his lip, unzipping his fly to alleviate some of the pressure on his erection. He watched as she came down from her high, blissed out with sweat shining on her skin, her nipples still erect beneath her shirt. Her hands came into view from where they’d been, and Eddie could see the fingers that she’d used on her pussy were glistening. Eddie knew, right then and there, that he was beyond fucked. How could he not go in there, after seeing that? He was ready for anything–rejection, acceptance, anger, surprise, whatever may come. If he didn’t work up the nerve now, after everything that he’d just seen, then he never would. He knew himself well enough to know that much.
Taking a deep breath and shelving his nerves, Eddie gave y/n a few minutes to regain herself, and then stepped inside of her room.
Summary: it’s just sex with Eddie, there is no plot here lmao. oh, and he takes an absolutely filthy Polaroid picture of you afterwards...
Warnings: smut, brief masturbation (f receiving), penetrative sex (m+f), hair pulling, tiny bit of choking, biting / marking, creampie, minors DNI
A/N: based on this ask and this ask from my beloved ‘🎸😈’ anon, gods bless this anon for this idea bc fucking hell it’s so hot, I just couldn’t resist writing it! hope you guys enjoy <3 (p.s. sorry if there’s any grammar / spelling mistakes, I was just so excited to get this posted I didn’t proofread lmao)
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You’d told yourself you weren't going to come over tonight...You were just here last night... Doing the exact same thing... Surely this wasn’t healthy? To be here, doing this, almost every single night?
But, fuck, you just couldn’t enough of him.
It’d only taken one husky “please baby” from him over the phone to have you cycling your way over to his trailer almost immediately.
Now, here you were again, straddling his lap, wearing nothing but panties and his Hellfire shirt, as his lips devour your neck.
“Eddie” you moan softly, tossing your head back, letting him have even better access to your throat.
He groans a response, the noise vibrating against your skin as his lips never part from you. His fingers dig into your hip bones, helping guide your body as you grind against him. He was only wearing his black boxers, meaning the only thing separating you from his hard and aching cock was two very thin pieces of fabric. You’d already soaked through your panties, meaning you could perfectly feel the outline of his dick as you grinded your throbbing pussy against him. A small gasp escaped you almost every time your grinding hips brought your clit to rub over his bulge.
Eddie's hands slide up your waist, under his shirt that you were wearing. He gives your waist a quick squeeze before he moves his hands higher, the cold metal of his rings causing goosebumps to raise on your flesh as his hands cup your breasts. He gives them a firm squeeze at the same time he bites another hickey onto the side of your neck.
Your fingers dig into the flesh of his shoulders as he continues to paw at your breasts, the warmth of his skin contrasted with the cold of his rings sent electricity through your body. Eddie’s hands move again after a moment, grabbing the hem of the Hellfire shirt and lifting up and off your body. He groans at the sight of your now exposed breasts, wasting no time in placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the centre of your chest. His hands snake around to your back, his palms flattening against your shoulder blades, pushing your chest into his face as he began to add even more hickies to your skin, creating an artwork of bruises across your tits.
You gasp lightly and suck wind through your teeth each time you feel Eddie pinch your skin between his teeth, and moan each time you feel his hot tongue move to smooth over his bite. You slide your hands across his shoulder, up his neck, until your fingers are lost in the dark tangles of hair at his nape. You give his hair a slight pull and he moans against your breast in response.
You were then overwhelmed with the sudden urge to have his lips back on yours, to kiss him until you both saw stars, until neither of you could breathe. You tug his hair, trying to pull his head back to face you again. He obliges, letting you tilt his head back.
But the second you see that cocky smirk of his on his face you know he’s already read the desperation plain as day on your face. He looks your face up and down, tilting his head with a cocky grin.
“You want something, princess?” He taunts, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip teasingly.
You groan and lean forward, attempting to capture his lips with your own.
But he pulls back, tutting at you.
“You need to use your words, sweetheart” his voice as dark as his eyes. “Tell me what it is that you want...”
You pout at him, which only makes his smirk grow as he watches you squirm in his lap.
“Tell me” he commands in a hushed, but firm, tone.
You let out a pathetic whine before pleading with him; “I want you to kiss me, Eddie. Please. Please kiss me baby” you pout again.
A faint chuckle sounds from Eddie before he obliges your request, leaning forwards until his lips found yours. You try to kiss him hard, to open his mouth your own, to devour him like you wanted to.
But Eddie commands your mouth with a gentle firmness. He slows down the kiss, kissing you long and hard, taking his time to open up your mouth and glide his tongue against your own. You both moan deeply into the kiss as his hands start to make their way down your waist again.
You shiver involuntarily and arch forwards when you feel his fingers run over the hem of your panties. You and Eddie both break the kiss to look down between your bodies and watch as his hand disappears under your panties, his fingers finding home on your clit. You feel his eyes flick back up to watch your face as it starts to twist with pleasure as he slowly begins to rub small circles on your clit. You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on his arm, mesmerised by the way the muscles and veins worked beneath his skin as he used those skilled fingers on your most sensitive spot.
“Oh fuck” you whisper as jolts of pleasure course through your body.
Your hips start to move again, restarting the grinding motion, pushing against his fingers to gain as much friction as you possibly could.
But still, it’s just not enough.
“Eddie please...” you whine in a whispered tone, tearing your eyes away to look back at him.
“What’s it baby?” He looks at you with a façade of innocence on his face.
“Please...” you almost cry. “I need you... need you... inside me. Please...” you whisper, breathlessly between kisses.
You scratch your nails down the back of his neck for emphasis, which causes a shudder to rack through his body beneath you.
He smirks again before answering you; “well, I can’t keep my lady waiting...” he winks darkly.
Before you know it he’s scooped you up in his arms and is walking you over to his bed. Next thing you know you’re lying on your back, with Eddie hovering just above you, his hips slotted against yours, his painfully hard cock digging roughly into your hip bone.
He leans down and latches his lips onto you neck again. He’s no longer marking you up as he was before. Now he was just kissing a path down your body, following the curve of your neck, your shoulder, collarbone, kissing between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, all the way until his lips reach the little bow that sits at the front of your panties.
You moan and buck your hips, aching for him, begging for him to get on with it. Eddie chuckles again and places a quick kiss to each hip before he sits back on his heels. He keeps his eyes on yours as he slowly pulls off your panties, exposing your soaked centre to him. He groans and bites his lip at the sight of you.
“So. Fucking. Pretty” he bites out each word.
“Eddie...” you mewl, the pout returning to your lips as you wait impatiently for him to get inside you.
“Easy princess” he coos as he leans back over you, his face coming back to hover just above yours. “I’ve got you."
With one hand he reaches down between your bodies to finally free his cock from the confines of his boxers, pushing them to sit just below his ass. His other arm supports his body, resting just beside your head, his palm coming to caress your cheek.
You’re practically a quivering mess by the time you finally feel the head of his dick nudge through your folds, taking a moment to gather all your wetness that had pooled there.
You choke out a strangled moan as he finally pushes his head into your entrance. One slow thrust and he’s seated to the hilt inside you. A shuddering groan passes Eddie’s lips as he takes a moment to steady himself, his face completely lost in how good you feel wrapped around him.
“Fuck, you always feel so fucking good” he almost gasps. “So fucking tight” he mutters as he starts to set a pace thrusting in and out of you.
The hand not cupping your face moves to grip your hip, his fingers digging in with a bruising force, the curves and edges of his rings digging into your skin so hard you were almost worried they’d puncture it. Not that you’d care at this point. You were just so glad to finally feel full. Full of the man that you loved with your entire being.
Eddie’s breath is warm as it fans over your face, both of your breathing speeding up as he steadily picks up his rhythm. His hips grind hard and deep against yours, the head of his dick brushing against that special spot deep inside you. His body is almost completely flush against yours, your stomach touching his, his chest against your breasts. But still you wanted him closer, your nails raking down his back, holding him as tight as you could against your body.
Your mind begins to spin again, the pleasure flaring through your body like fire; it’s almost overwhelming. Your eyes squeeze shut as you tilt your head back, losing yourself to the feeling.
That’s until you feel Eddie’s fingers wrap around your face, cupping your jaw.
“Uh uh, eyes open sweetheart. Eyes on me” he commands. “I wanna watch that pretty face of yours as you cum.”
“Eddie... I can’t... feels too good... I can’t...” you try to protest breathlessly, your eyes almost fluttering shut again.
He gives your jaw a squeeze.
“Yes, you can, sweetheart. You can do it. Do it for me. Just keep your eyes on me” he pants.
You moan and squirm as you fight to keep your eyes open, the flare of pleasure in your lower belly reaching a fever pitch. Your mouth opens in a silent moan and Eddie takes the opportunity to push his thumb into your mouth, hooking on your lower jaw, holding your mouth open. At the same time Eddie speeds up his thrusts even more, slamming into you with a bruising speed, only bringing your climax even closer to the surface.
“Oh, Eddie...” you moan around his thumb. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum...” you pant heavily as his thumb pulls down on your bottom lip.
He flashes you a crooked smile; “good girl, just keep your eyes on me princess."
Eddie's hand moves to hold your throat, giving it a quick squeeze, his cold metal rings kissing your skin, as the fire finally explodes in your belly, your orgasm breaking over you. His eyes darken, turning almost black, as he watches your face; watches as pleasure takes over your body completely.
“That’s it, good girl” he grunts, still thrusting into your convulsing pussy.
Your pussy clenches tight around Eddie’s cock as he fucks you through your orgasm. His pace falters as you squeeze him, his hips stuttering.
“Fuck, feels so fucking good” he pants quietly, almost more to himself than anything else.
“Yes, yes, yes...” he sighs breathlessly as you finally feel him twitch inside you.
His hips push deep inside you before he finally stills, his body trembling slightly against yours. You feel warmth flood you as he fills you up with his release, a loud grunt reverberating through him, his eyes still never leaving yours. The way he looked when he came, almost drunk off your pussy as it squeezed him, it was almost enough to have you cumming again.
He looks at you for a moment, both of you breathing heavy, mouths hanging open, just suspended in that moment of pure ecstasy.
Then a smile cracks over Eddie’s face and he leans forward to place a slow and deep kiss to your lips again. As he kisses you he slowly pulls out of you, causing you to gasp into his mouth. A sinful moan sounds from you as you feel Eddie’s warm cum slowly drip out of your wrecked pussy. Eddie sits back up on his knees, once again just admiring the view.
The view of you completely naked, legs cocked open, your neck red from where his hand had just been wrapped around it, bruises and teeth marks coating your neck and breasts, with Eddie’s cum leaking out of you, staining your ass and the back of your thighs.
You’re about to sit up when Eddie gently but firmly pushes you back down onto the mattress.
“Shh shh wait, don’t move” Eddie whispers, a tone of command laced in his voice.
He jumps out the bed, quickly pulling his boxers back up before walking to the foot of the bed. You lean back on your elbows, cocking your head to the side and raising an eyebrow as you watch him. His eyes rake up and down your naked body still sprawled on the bed, a smirk tugging on his lips, his eyes somehow even more dark than before. You fight the urge to close your legs, to hide yourself. But the way Eddie was looking at you... it gave you a confidence you didn’t think was even possible. It almost seems like a struggle for him to pry his eyes away from you but after a moment he does, switching his focus to search in a drawer behind him. Your eyebrows furrow as you wonder what the hell he was up to.
Not a moment later Eddie turns to face you again.
With a Polaroid camera in hand.
You don’t have time to object before the flash goes off and Eddie snaps a picture of you.
You look at him ludicrously, but he just smirks and shakes the picture as it develops. The whole time his cocky stare doesn’t leave your gaze.
“For later...” he drawls. “For those nights you can’t come over” he explains darkly.
“Oh, is that so?” You cock your head at him again. “Well, if that’s the case...” you tease as you sit up to kneel on the bed in front of Eddie.
You deliberately keep your eyes on his as you take the camera in one hand. The other hand goes to cup Eddie’s crotch, where he was already growing semi-hard again. Eddie’s hand falters for a second when you cup him, the Polaroid of you almost slipping from his fingers.
“...then I want one too” you taunt has you cup his cock, rubbing it lightly, eliciting a low groan from him. “You know, for those nights I can’t come over” you shrug, mocking him darkly. “Fair’s fair right?” You bite your lip and bat your eyelashes at him.
“Mmm” he groans an agreement, that smirk on his face growing even bigger. “Well, who am I to deny the lady what she wants...?"
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A/N: I honestly don’t even know what to say, I am just so unbelievably horny for this man I don’t even have the words to describe it. I think I need therapy or something lmao
synopsis: eddie munson, the lead singer of a heavy metal band spots an innocent looking girl in the front row of his show and simply can’t resist her.
warnings: metal frontman!eddie au x female reader. this fanfiction contains heavy smut (sexual tension, fingering, unprotected sex, choking, blood) so read at your own risk and please be 18+!!
i had no idea how, but my best friend eve and i were currently standing front row at corroded coffin’s show, aka our all-time favorite heavy metal band, screaming the lyrics to our favorite song. i had felt some judgemental eyes on me throughout the night. i don’t exactly scream ‘raging metalhead’, but that’s exactly who i was. it’s not that other people’s opinions were something i ever took into consideration, especially on a night like tonight, but i completely understood why people were sceptical. i mean, i’d always thought those kinda stereotypes were stupid. a simple white tennis skirt and purple checkered cropped sweater were what made me feel most confident, so that’s exactly what i was rocking.
don’t get me wrong, i adore the ‘metalhead’ look, especially on eddie. but it never felt like something i could pull off, even if i tried. i just looked like a try-hard, which sucked. but before the show, eve had told me “holy fuck you’re going to make eddie fall in love with you wearing that, y/n” which definitely boosted my confidence, but i could only wish. that man has owned my heart for as long as i could even remember. the thought of him even noticing me made my heart skip a damn beat. i would give anything to have him notice me, but the chances were so slim. or at least that’s what i thought.
i was jumping up and down, having the absolute time of my life, not a single thing running through my mind besides the lyrics that were currently blasting through the speakers of the venue, and eddie. my eyes had not left him the entire night.
he took my breath away, literally.
the way he played his guitar, the way his lips connected with the microphone when he sang, and the way his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. without even realizing it, i bit my lip as i was staring. he was only a few feet away from me, and just like that, he looked directly at me. he stared for a moment, a smirk set upon his face before looking back at the rest of the crowd.
holy fuck, did that actually just happen or was it all in my imagination?
warnings: dom!eddie, teasing, cockwarming, eddie’s cock gives reader a tummy bulge, daddy kink, mentions of a safe word (not used), rough unprotected sex, use of a vibrator, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fluff ofc, reader is over the age of 18!!
synopsis: y/n is stressed about her final exams before graduation and eddie thinks of the perfect way to distract her.
it had passed 2am at this point, but i’d lost track of time. i was hunched over at my desk cramming in as much study before my final exams to ensure my graduation was a possibility. poor eddie had been here the whole time watching me, playing his guitar softly for some background noise. he knew it helped with my concentration.
after about 4 hours of consecutive study, my brain finally snapped. i wasn’t able to write a single coherent sentence anymore. i whined and threw my pencil down on my desk in annoyance.
“what’s wrong, babydoll?” eddie asks, immediately placing his guitar down and approaching me. placing his hand on my shoulder which immediately unraveled some of the stress my body was enduring.
“nothing i’m writing is even making sense,” i look up at him as i speak. “my brain just stopped working.”
eddie looked down at me with an upset expression. without saying a word, he lifted me up and sat down on my seat, placing me back down on his lap. i rested my back against his chest, melting into him. his touches always helped me de-stress, and nothing hurt him more than seeing me in a state like this. lost in self doubt and mentally exhausted.
Summary: Eddie gets handsy whilst the two of you stargaze at Lover’s Lake. that’s it, that’s the whole plot
Warnings: fluff, smut, fingering / masturbation (f receiving), slightest bit of manhandling, slight dom!Eddie, praise kink, minors DNI
A/N: yes I absolutely had to get a picture with a good shot of his hands because, well, you know… anyways I haven’t written and released anything in nearly two months. I’ve been in such a slump and honestly it’s been hard to get back into the swing of writing but I’m so in love with this boy that I just had to write something with him! I hope you guys like it, forgive me if my writing skills are a bit rusty! <3
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
Stargazing at Lover’s Lake was a frequent occurrence for you and Eddie now. The two of you would come here almost any time you wanted to escape the stress and drama of real life. Whenever you just needed some time alone, together.
Here at Lover’s Lake all that existed was the moment. No stresses, no worries, no pressure. Just you and Eddie in the back of his van, soft and blankets and pillows littered beneath and around you. The back doors open so you could watch the water and the night sky.
All there was to acknowledge was the feeling of Eddie’s warm chest behind you, his legs on either side of your yours, his hands folded over your stomach as he held you against him.
The two of you sit in happy comfortable silence as you watch the stars dance in the water’s reflection. Eddie’s skilled guitar fingers were absent-mindedly tapping and tracing patterns on your stomach. You’d almost zoned out the feeling as you admired the glitter that decorated the sky.
That was until you felt Eddie’s fingers trace lower down your body, dipping under the hem of the loose shorts you were wearing. Then all your attention goes straight to those fingers of his as they move even lower, skimming the hem of your panties. Your breath hitches and you can practically feel Eddie’s smirk from behind you.
“This okay?” He whispers into the silence of the night.
You nod and shift your hips, indicating it was more than okay, that you wanted him to touch you.
He places a tender kiss to your cheek as his fingers breach the top of your panties, pushing underneath until his fingers grazed over your now aching pussy. You moan softly as his fingers move through your folds, collecting the slick that had pooled there just from having him hold you for a while.
Your body practically shivers as he brushes against your clit. He lets out a quiet groan, barely audible over your shuddering breath, as he begins small, gentle circles over your clit.
You could feel him slowly begin to grow hard behind you, the tight tent of his trousers pushing into your lower back. You couldn’t help but moan softly and push back against him even more, rubbing your ass against his crotch.
Eddie lets out something between a grunt and a huff, his warm breath tickling your ear, as your backside grinds against his growing erection. His fingers falter for a mere second before he returns to his torturously slow assault on your clit, picking up the same steady rhythm as before.
You let your head roll back with a whine, resting against Eddie’s shoulder. Your back arched and your hips bucked, desperate to push more into his touch. More. More. You wanted more. You needed more.
“Eddie, please” you whisper, your voice trembling as you struggle to form words.
You buck your hips into his hand again, feeling the cold sting of his rings kiss your pubic bone. Eddie chuckles lightly behind you, placing a kiss to your pulse point.
“Always so eager…” he teases quietly against your skin as he continues to litter your neck with light kisses.
When he gets to just below your jaw he bites your skin playfully. He chuckles to himself again and you can feel his smirk burn into your skin.
“You want more, babydoll? Hmm?” He taunts.
You whimper and nod, one hand fisting into the blankets beneath you, the other gripping Eddie’s thigh, your fingers digging into the hard muscle there.
“Please” you whisper, twisting your head to bury your face in the crook of his neck.
That low chuckle rumbles through his chest again as his other hand comes up to lightly cup your jaw. He holds your head in place as he turns his face so his lips are tantalisingly close to the shell of your ear.
“Alright doll, but you gotta do what I say okay? Be good for me, hmm?” His lips graze against your ear, his words and the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine.
You bite your lip and nod quickly.
“Good girl” he murmurs against your temple.
Not a second later you feel his fingers move down from your clit, beginning a slow circle around your entrance. You gasp, letting your moans fly free, telling Eddie that was exactly where you wanted him, where you needed him.
You and Eddie both moan as he finally sinks a finger inside you, the cold of his rings tickling your entrance. Your fingers involuntarily squeeze his thigh again as he begins to slowly pump his finger in and out of you. Your head lolls back again, your eyes closing, your mind and body completely lost in the moment, lost in pleasure.
But Eddie’s finger suddenly stills inside you.
“Uh uh” he tuts darkly. “I want your eyes open, doll. You can’t miss this view. Keep those eyes on the stars. Think you can do that for me baby?” He bites your earlobe, causing you to moan loudly again.
You nod, determinedly opening your eyes and training them on the star spattered sky.
“There’s a good girl” Eddie hums as he finally starts to pump his finger inside you once again.
It’s not long before you feel a stretch at your opening as Eddie adds another finger into the mix. You bite your lip and fist your hands again as you pull all your focus into keeping your eyes open; the pleasure of Eddie’s two long fingers opening and stretching you deliciously making your brain go fuzzy. You try to focus on the view, the awe-inspiring starry sky, the reflection off the soft ripples lapping through Lover’s Lake. Hoping it all would help keep your eyes open, and in consequence, keep Eddie’s fingers moving inside you.
Eddie curls his expert fingers, hitting that particular spot inside you that has you gasping and lurching forward, almost folding over in pleasure. A small choked “fuck” passes your lips as Eddie pays attention to that area, switching tactics from pumping to a curling motion, rubbing that special spot inside your walls.
“That feel good baby?” He purrs.
“Mmm” you moan your agreement.
His other hand tightens around your jaw, forcing your head at an awkward angle so that you faced him now.
“You keeping those eyes open for me?” He cocks his head as that all-to-familiar smirk creeps over his face.
You nod pathetically, your lips practically trembling from how good he was making you feel.
“Good. Now you’re gonna keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you fall apart” he whispers, inching his lips closer to yours with each word.
You both moan as his lips attach to yours, both of you opening your mouths immediately for the other. Your noises of pleasure and surprise get lost against his tongue. You both close your eyes as you get lost in each other’s lips.
He kisses you fervently, sloppily, his tongue dominating yours as your head spins even more, drunk from his kiss. His fingers continue to move inside you as his lips move over yours. After a minute he pulls back, his teeth pulling on your bottom lip until he releases it with a pop. You open your eyes again to find his boring into yours. You see his eyes flicker across your face, drinking in the sight of you.
A shaky gasp escapes you when you feel the pad of his thumb find your clit. His lips part into an open mouthed smirk, mimicking the way your mouth hangs open, your eyebrows knitting together from the pleasure. He looks mesmerised as he watches your face, enjoying the way your expression contorts even more as he begins to move his thumb, circling it in time with the pace of his other two fingers continuing their pumping and curling action inside you.
You feel that knot start to build inside you, the pleasure burning through you, reaching a boiling point. Your eyes flutter as you fight the urge to close them. Your breathing gets heavy and shaky; it’s the only noise in the van beside the soft wet noises of Eddie’s fingers working inside you. Just faintly outside you could still hear the soft lapping of the lake, and the occasional hoot of an owl.
“Eddie...” you mewl as you look up at him. “I’m close” you breathe, barley audible.
“Good. Let go for me babydoll” he whispers sweetly, the hand still cupping your jaw giving you a gentle squeeze as his thumb strokes your cheek.
Less than a second later your entire body is trembling as your climax burns through you. Eddie’s name is a strangled cry on your lips as he works you through your orgasm, slowing his pace but still rubbing your clit lightly, eliciting as much pleasure as he could from your body.
“That’s it baby” he praises as your eyes stay locked on his. “Fuck, you look so hot when you cum” he mumbles almost to himself more than to you.
Your body goes slack against his chest as he gently removes his hand from your throbbing pussy, wiping his fingers on the leg of his jeans. Both of his hands now find their way to your waist and help as you twist round to face him. You place your hands on either side of his face, admiring the way he was looking at you with nothing but awe and adoration on his face. You lean down to kiss him again, his fingers instinctively digging into your waist as you do so.
You kiss him until you’re both breathless, gasping for air but not wanting to part lips anyway.
“I love you” you whisper against his mouth.
He pulls back to look at you, that cheeky expression of his plastering his face.
“Do you love me?” He asks mockingly. “Or is it just these incredible fingers of mine?” He raises a cheeky eyebrow at you, his face splitting with a grin.
You pretend to contemplate the question.
“Hmmm, can’t it be both?”
You and Eddie both collapse in giddy giggles as his lips find their way back to yours again.
“I love you too” he smiles against your lips.
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A/N: ahh I was so nervous to post this because I haven’t written anything in ages and also it’s writing for a new character, which always makes me nervous for some reason! so yeah I really hope you guys liked this, hopefully I’ll be able to write a bit more for Eddie and maybe some of the other Stranger Things characters too…
Summary: grinding on Eddie until he cums in his pants, there’s no real plot here tbh
Warnings: smut, dry humping, sub Eddie, minors DNI
A/N: based on this ask from my darling 💀🦄 anon! they sent me this ask and I just had to write to something, I literally churned this out in like half an hour once I got going with it so thank you sm for the inspo!! I hope you all like it <3
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
“Fuck” Eddie groans into your mouth. “I’ve been wanting you… all… fucking… day” he whispers between kissing you.
You smirk into the kiss as the two of haphazardly make your way towards Eddie’s bedroom, desperately trying to keep your lips together as you stumble through the trailer.
The two of you giggle lightly as you crash through his door, Eddie quickly slamming it shut behind you. He all but throws you onto the mattress and jumps straight on top of you, wasting no time in pressing his lips back against yours. His hips slot between yours and he starts to grind into you. You could feel how hard he was even through his jeans as he rubs his crotch between your legs. He groans and grunts into the kiss, his lips moving just as fervently as his hips. He really had been desperate for you all day, that was plain to see.
Eddie slides his hands down your sides, reaching under your skirt. But before he has the opportunity to do anything else you flip the two of you over, pushing Eddie down on his back. He looks up at you with a mixture of awe and confusion as you sit up, your hips settling over his. He moves to sit up himself, to bring his face back to yours, but you simply push him back down with a light tut.
He smirks up at you, thinking he knew where this was going.
“Oh you wanna ride me do ya?” He asks cockily. “Well, be my guest babygirl” he hums.
Eddie leans back against he mattress, relaxing as he thought you were about to take care of him. He starts to undo his belt buckle, but hesitates for a moment when he sees your face. You tilt your head at him, a sinister smirk of your own painting your face.
“Hmm not quite” you taunt as you grab his hands, stilling his movements.
He looks at you with confusion as you pull his hands away, placing them on your thighs that rested on either side of his hips.
You keep your eyes on his and slowly start to buck your hips back and forth, pushing down as you did so, grinding hard against the tent in Eddie’s pants.
“Oh fuck” he hisses, his hands squeezing your thighs. “W- what are you doing?” He asks, his voice strained.
You don’t answer him save for a small giggle, you just keep humping him, your body rocking against his. You rest one hand on his stomach, using it for balance and momentum as you increase your speed.
“Shit, shit” Eddie groans, one of his hands moving to run through his hair.
You revel in the tremble you can see in his fingers, you can feel him shaking slightly underneath you. It just turns you on even more, spurring on your movements. You knew he’d been horny for you all day, he’d told you as much. And you knew because of that he wasn’t going to last long. But you were having too much fun to care. Watching him like this, a complete puddle under your touch, was almost just as good, if not better, than letting him help get you off as well.
“Fuck baby stop” he begs, his hands running up your thighs to grab at your hips desperately.
“Uh uh” you tut, grabbing his hands again and pulling them off you. “No touching, Munson. You keep your hands where I left them” you command huskily, returning his grip to just above your knees.
“Baby please” he groans, his eyes screwing shut, his face contorting.
If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was in pain.
“Stop, stop. Please stop” he pants. “If you don’t stop I- I’m… fuck… uh… I’m gonna cum in my fucking pants” he whines between his sinful moans.
You hum in satisfaction; “maybe that’s exactly what I want, babyboy.”
“Oh fuck” he practically cries, throwing his head back once again.
You giggle again and increase your speed even more, humping him with everything you had. You even let yourself moan, relishing the feeling of his hard clothed cock grinding against your pussy. Your fingers dig into his stomach where your hand was splayed there, supporting yourself as you continue to buck against him. One of his hands move to hold that hand of yours, his fingers still trembling as he held onto you.
“Seriously, I’m not… not gonna last” he rambles breathlessly.
At that you lean forwards, keeping up your grinding motion as you bring your face dangerously close to his.
“Good” you whisper against his lips before quickly sitting back up and grinding harder into him.
“Shit shit shit” he mumbles incoherently. “Oh fuck, fuck… fuck…oh…” his voice pitches in tone and his fingers dig into you even harder.
With a final loud grunt and pathetic whimper you feel his body go rigid beneath you as he reaches his climax. A string of incoherent and barely audible profanities fly from his mouth as the pleasure courses through his body. You moan in satisfaction when you feel the warmth beneath your pussy, the wetness of his cum as it seeps through his jeans. His chest rises and falls heavily, his fingers squeezing yours so tight it hurt. He practically shudders as you keep humping him, milking out his orgasm, slowing down just enough to keep him the place of pleasure without overstimulating him too much.
“Fuck!” Eddie swears loudly once he starts to come down.
He sits up on his elbows and looks at you with wide eyes, his face flushed and sweaty. You just chuckle to yourself, so unbelievably pleased with yourself that you’d just managed to get this boy to cum in his pants just by grinding on him. Not to mention how wet it had made you, your pussy was aching and desperate for your own release. He just looked so fucking good like this, putty in your hands, breathing raggedly, his hair a mess, his face clammy, his fingers still trembling. All of this, looking so incredibly fucked out, and you hadn’t even actually fucked him.
Your reverie is broken and you squeak in surprise when Eddie suddenly flips you over, pinning your body down into the mattress. You barely have time to acknowledge the change of positions when you feel his hand dive straight between your legs. His pushes his fingers through your panties, the thin fabric brushing against your clit as he quickly starts to rub small circles. Your hips involuntarily buck up into his touch, craving the same release you’d just provided for him.
“Eddie wh-“ you moan but he cuts you off with sinister smirk of his own.
“Shhh, I’m simply returning the favour. Now it’s your turn to cum in your pants.”
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A/N: yikes I’ve genuinely never been so horny over my own work before asdfghjkl I am fucking wet lmaoooo! um yeah I hope you guys liked this!! <3
Summary: Waking up by Eddie's side after your first time, who knew he could be any more loving?
wc: 716
warnings: mentions of smut
a/n: thank you for requesting anon! we could all use so fluff rn! Enjoy the blurb!!
You were met with the feeling of cold air on your bare back, trickling lower until the warmth of the blanket across your hips blocked its frozen path. The brightness of the sun made you clench your tired eyes, hands gathering the blanket and slowly turning on your side. A sudden sharp stab made you groan, memories flooding into your foggy mind.
Crashing of teeth and pleading whispers of ‘are you sure?’ and ‘I love you so much’ echoed in your mind while the phantom handprints trail your naked skin below the blanket. Eddie came in to focus in your memories, his kind words and gentle touches before he entered you for the first time. “You feel so good, so fucking perfect for me,” you remembered him whispering in your ear while he held you close last night. “Y/N.” The voice was clearer this time around. “Y/N. Sweetheart?”
His body felt real, a strong arm draped around you and pulled you to his exposed chest. Warm skin against warm skin. His soft lips pressed to your shoulder as he greeted you good morning, his raspy morning voice making you swoon. You smiled like a child and pressed your front teeth into your swollen bottom lip.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked as his lips moved along your shoulder blade, placing little kisses until he ended up at the back of your neck.
You let out a soft hum and slowly opened your eyes. “Best sleep I’ve had in forever,” you giggled.
There was a small pause as the long-haired man’s hand drifted to your hip, the pads of his fingers ghosting over the small oval-shaped bruises. “Are you feeling ok?” He felt you nod in response.
“Just a little sore,” you replied, “in a good way though.”
“There’s some water and ibuprofen on the table if you need it,” he informed bashfully.
Suddenly you turned to him with a bright smile, “Do you do this for all the girls?” you joked.
Eddie blushed and parted his lips but words failed to come out. He must’ve looked like a total dork to you with his mouth gaping like a fish. “I-I uh, just wanted you to be comfortable. Jus’ trying to show you that I love you.”
You pressed a chaste kiss to his pouting lips, laughing at his nervousness. “I feel very loved, Eddie—very, very loved by you.” Eddie grinned and pulled you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head while his fingers gently scratched your back. Gently scraping all the way down your spine and back up to create little goosebumps.
“I had a good time last night, princess.”
“I did too. ”
God, you could get used to this. He was the most loving in the morning, you noted, which wasn’t a far cry from how Eddie normally was around you. You liked how effortlessly you could melt next to him and how perfectly you fit against him. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? Shower?”
“Did you make breakfast?” you asked, slipping your knee in between his bare thighs just to be closer to him. Eddie shifted and kissed the top of your hair, briefly inhaling the smell of your shampoo, the scent which he had the honor of memorizing while his head was buried in the crook of your neck while his hips rutted into you.
He laughed, “I wouldn’t let you suffer from my cooking. I thought we could go to the diner in town? Let the others witness the beautiful glow you have?”
You pulled back and narrowed your eyes in questioning. “Glow?”
“The post-sex afterglow, sweetheart. You look radiant this morning,” Eddie smirked, pushing your hair back and kissing your forehead.
You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness and placed your hands on the sides of his face, swiping your thumbs along his cheeks. “Hmm,” you squinted as you dramatically inspected him. “You got it too, Munson.”
“Hmm. Not as pretty as you, princess.” The man smiled and pulled you in for another kiss, the smile never leaving his lips as he turned you over onto your back. “Love you,” he mumbled, resting his lips in the valley of your breasts.
“I love you too,” you told him dreamily as his big brown eyes looked up at you.
summary: eddie munson feels terrible that a sweet girl like you has such a terrible boyfriend. it'd be a real shame if he couldn't help you out.
fic warnings (mdni 18+): reader is over 18, smut, cheating, blow jobs, eddie eating the shit out of you, fingering, teasing, heavy make-outs, mentions of weed/smoking weed, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, eddie being a little bit possessive, corruption kink if you squint
Covered with ink, the smell of weed lingering in his hair, the Hellfire Club enthusiast could only leave so much to the mind's imagination. He liked to keep true to his name, to let people think their scandalous thoughts about him as he walked by, never asking because that would mean they were communicating with the sinner himself.
But Eddie Munson, alongside other things, was a fun person to hang around. He didn’t give a flying shit if the old ladies he passed by wrinkled their noses at his hair, or if people liked to gossip whether or not he made a deal with the devil. He was easy to talk to, comforting at times, and even caring if he truly tried hard.
With that, there were other things that only you could see. The little laugh he let out when you opened up your front door to him, shushing him as the two of you tiptoed to your room. Or the way he pressed a little kiss to your cheek before leaving out the back, waving farewell to you from your window as you suppressed the giddy smile that made its way to your face.
And it would be fine, really. Eddie could probably stay the night over, (maybe hide in your bathroom if your parents came up the stairs), but you two knew you could get away with it. And you could even stay over at his trailer if you wanted to, but both you and Eddie knew that there was one thing keeping you from spending the night tucked away in his arms.
It’s just that your boyfriend just wasn’t a big fan of Eddie Munson.
But you think that’s what spurs Eddie on even more.
Of being the sole person that everybody despises, of being able to defile you whenever he wants. Of being just too loud to raise suspicion, to have him look just around the corner and into your room to see you getting ruined by Eddie “the freak” Munson.
Sometimes Eddie likes to play with fire, to challenge the devil as he leaves dark marks just high enough on your chest and neck so that most of your clothing could just barely cover it, and most times you’d resort to having to conceal it with makeup.
Other times he’d like to write his name on the inside of your thigh, knowing that your pure and angelic boyfriend wouldn’t go looking down there anytime soon, but the thrill of your skirt being blown up by the spring winds and revealing the sinister acts that lay upon your supple skin.
But what Eddie finds funny about the whole thing is that most of the time, you don’t even try to hide it. Your hickies are almost always peeking through the layer of makeup or your clothing as if you wanted people to see them. Or how you wore the shortest skirt you could possibly find in hopes of having it scrunch up by accident, leaving people wandering eyes to zero in on the black marker lining your thighs.
Something Eddie noticed about you was that you were a lot more sinister than you let on. Sure you went to school every day, acting as if you enjoyed it. And made the teachers happy with your grades and preppy attitude, but you were honestly a little minx that Eddie had never expected.
Last week, for example, Eddie almost choked on the water he was drinking when you strolled into the cafeteria, not looking his way, caught up in something that your boyfriend was saying as you gave him a fake little laugh. But Eddie could see how you peeked over at his table, a sly grin on your lips as you went to rub your neck, his rings littering your finger as his eyes widened ever so slightly. Even worse was that you were wearing his shirt, the one he left at your house over the weekend. All while your boyfriend had his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you protectively to his chest as if you were his girl.
So when he came by later that day, knocking on the door, twice, letting you know it was him as you ran past your parents to open it, you cracked it open to see him leaning on the frame, his hands behind his back, a sneaky smile on his face as you shielded him from your parents view.
“Eddie!” You hissed, watching him gleam at your annoyance at his lack of caution.
“What? Wanted to surprise you,” He whispers with a pout, eyes racking over your form as he lets out a low whistle, “Prettiest girl in the whole damn world.” And he knows exactly what to say to make you forget why you were mad at him.
It had been days without you two seeing each other like this, being so close that you could see his doe eyes watching you carefully, hoping that he wasn’t crossing the line showing up like this. But deep down, he knew he wasn’t. Because as lonely as he was without you, you could barely function properly these days spent without having him by your side.
You watch as he pulls out his hands and shows you a little bag, “Someone was selling these while I was driving by and thought you’d want some.” And your frown can’t stay there for long as he motions for you to pick a cherry, ripe as it was just the perfect time of year for them. You bashfully grin, obliging him as you grab the ruby-colored fruit, popping it in your mouth as he gave you a little wink.
You had no idea how he could remember the little things you told him alongside all the other things happening in his life. But he’d do little thighs like this; bring you food when you called him late at night, tapping on your window to let him in, remembering the little things you liked and bringing them up late in conversation. It just made you fall even more in love with him, and it was painful that at the end of the day none of it would matter.
“Y/n? Who is it?” You heard your mom call out, worried about your quick behavior change, peeking over to see who it was but you slammed the door shut. You quickly swallowed, spitting out the seed into your hand as you waved her worry off.
“It’s Chrissy! She wants to study for our test!” You paused, “Can I go with her?” And you knew your mother wouldn’t ever say no to you hanging out with Chrissy Cunnigham.
“Of course! Tell Laura I said hello!” And that’s all you needed as you said your haste goodbyes, sprinting out the door as you were stopped by long arms, his signature smell wafting around you as you giggled against his chest.
He held out the bag of cherries again, his eyes softening as you took another, nudging him with your shoulder as you smiled down into the ground.
“Trying to butter me up, Munson? I’m not going to suck you off while you drive, it’s a safety hazard.” You tell him with a raised brow as you chew, your lips tinting red.
“You know me so well Y/n,” He shakes his head, grinning to himself as he lets out a laugh, “But no, not today, pretty. Just thought you’d like it,” You roll your eyes, reaching for another one as you walk with Eddie to his van.
You were close enough to him that his hair tickled your nose, and his skin was hot as yours was he opened the car door for you with an exaggerated movement, causing you to laugh at his chivalry as he gave you a playful wink.
“Ladies first, sweetheart.” And you let go of his hand, letting him shut the door for you as he rounded the car, climbing in the driver's seat as the van roared to life. He placed the little bag of cherries in the middle, opening it towards you as you softened up at his little gesture.
You drummed your fingers on your thigh, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes as he caught your stare, giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek as you laughed, unable to control yourself around him.
“My rings, huh?” He asked as he turned the corner, glancing at your fingers that were still littered with his jewelry, a sort of brand he had on you that even your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend couldn’t ever achieve, “Little bit risqué don’t you think?”
“Thought you’d like it.” You answer coyly, reaching for his hand as you played with his fingers, tracing his palm as he let you, his cheeks dusted in light pink as he tore his eyes away from the road for a second to see you mindlessly toying with the skin of his arm.
“Yeah, more than liked it,” He grumbled as he remembered you fidgeting with his rings that day, tugging at the collar of his shirt as you sneakily put his little love bites on display, “Almost ran over there and fucked you on the table.”
Your cheeks heat in embarrassment, but it didn’t stop you from tugging at his fingers playfully.
“Everybody would have rioted,” You joke as you put his hand back down to his lap, not missing the sound he made at the back of his throat, the one that told you he didn’t want you to stop as you grinned, “Think my boyfriend would drop from a seizure.”
You pause, your lips pursing as silence floods between the two of you. You knew how he felt about your boyfriend, even though he never outwardly said it. Though glances shared in between periods, walking down the hall with you in his arms and the glares Eddie would shoot him didn’t leave much room for questioning.
“Want a cherry?” You ask, trying to break the tense air as you plucked one from the bag, twisting off the stem as you held it up for him.
He leaned to your side, eyes never leaving the road as he opened his mouth, letting you drop it on his tongue as he heard you let out a chuckle, rubbing his hand on the gearshift as he warmed up under your touch.
“Still think apples are better but … not bad,” He murmured, spitting out the seed into his hand, “Better not be though ‘cause that shit cost me a fucking arm and a leg. Roadside vendors just rob you blind.”
You click your tongue against your teeth, your smile dropping at his words.
“Eddie…” You say with a sigh, pulling out another cherry as you held it up to his mouth, his brows furrowing as he shrugged at your tone.
“What?” He opened his mouth for another and you obliged, “My girl likes cherries, so I bought her some cherries.” Your heart almost stopped as he spoke, but he didn’t seem to pay any attention to his words, nudging your elbow with his as he silently asked for another cherry.
My girl.
This whole arrangement was supposed to be a one-time thing. Your boyfriend refused to touch you, saying that he’d wait until the two of you were married. He’d go as far as a peck against your lips, but your hormones were raging and you doubted his little kiss was going to cut it for you.
Ever since you saw him, you knew that in some way or another Eddie Munson was going to be your savior. At first, you only talked when you wanted an escape, and he seemed to always have it ready in that little bin he carried around.
Smoking with him at first was unusual, seeing how you normally did it in the confines of the forest, hidden away from the naked eye. But you slowly warmed up to him, your mind betraying you as you began to realize that the so-called “freak” of the school was probably the sanest one out there.
Since then, lingering touches turned into experimental kisses, kisses turned into long hours spent in his trailer, and soon Eddie was fucking you on every surface he could find. Ranging from the back of his van, his bed, your bed, and the woods behind the school. And at first, you felt guilty, you did, but you couldn’t feel that way for long when Eddie made you feel the way you did.
You told him that it would never happen again, that this was a mistake and you should have never played into lust's temptation, but Eddie Munson managed to reel you back, and after a while, it seemed like you truly longed for his touch.
And the worst part is, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this way about anybody before.
Not even your boyfriend, who seemed intent on sharing a future with you. You can’t recall the last time somebody had made you laugh as much as Eddie had, or held you close to his chest as if you mattered. He liked to talk about things, never focusing on just himself when he told stories.
You knew that you had said it was only beneficiary, nothing else, no feeling attached. But glancing over at Eddie as he drove, his head somewhere else as he hummed a tune to a song he had heard on the radio, you felt yourself wanting to break your own rules.
So instead of dwelling on your warping feeling, the mind-numbing hope that maybe Eddie felt the same way you do, you opted to do something else. You looked out the window, staring at the flashing trees and the road as you saw the familiar sign that welcomed you into the trailer park, and he could see how you almost perked in your seat as he slowed down the van as he pulled up into his trailer.
“Home sweet home,” He muttered, leaning across from you as he dragged your door open, the action making you let out a playful giggle as you lightly pushed his shoulder, kissing his mess of hair as you hopped out.
Eddie raced you to the door, opening it for you as you gave him a little curtsy, earning a hearty chuckle from his end as he followed you inside, thankful that his uncle was away at the plant because he didn’t want him around for what would be following.
You had become familiar with the flower-printed walls of the trailer, the scent of his recently smoked blunt lingering in the air. The bra you had forgotten here last week was probably somewhere hidden under his bed and you kept kicking yourself for forgetting to bring it with you whenever you come over.
“So…” You clap your hands together, turning around to find Eddie already getting his boots off, shrugging off his leather coat as he placed it on the nook on the wall, “Do you want to- mph,” Before you could finish the question you felt your back being pushed roughly against the counter, quick fingers kneading at the skin of your hips as his nose nudged against yours.
“Needy much?” You ask, your sarcastic nature peeking through as Eddie groaned, rolling his eyes as his hands eagerly moved across your body. He could barely think straight after everything you had put him through, much less try to be patient.
“If I parade around in that black shirt you like so much all day, you tell me how needy you are.” He lamented, biting at your neck as your eyes widened, hands trailing up his back as they found purchase tugging at his hair.
He was right. You’d jump him when you had the chance.
“I just…” Your voice caught in the back of your throat when his lips pressed against the skin of your jaw, hot as they pressed little kisses along your skin, “I just thought it’d be a good idea.” You whimper slightly when Eddie presses you deeper into the counter, the wood digging into your back as he pushes more of his weight onto you.
“Yeah?” You could feel his breath against your cheek, heat flaming upwards as you looked up into his eyes, “That was your definition of a good idea?”
And honestly, you would have answered him back had he not leaned back down, his lips pressing feverishly against yours as you let out a surprised squeal. He was rough, your teeth clashing with one another as he tried to put his emotions into his actions, his hands coming up as they cradled the back of your neck, thumbs resting alongside your face as he tilted your head upwards.
He kissed you in that particular way you liked, the one that he knew made you go crazy. With his tongue swiping against yours, toying with you as he barely let you get a breather. He could still taste the cherries he had bought for you, making him moan into the kiss as you tugged at his roots. You were wearing that lipgloss he liked so much, too, which just seemed to make him go feral.
“Taste like fuckin heaven,” He teased as he pulled away, his soft eyes looking at your dazed ones as you shot him a lazy smile. His thumb rubbed at the corner of your mouth, trying to clean it off the smeared gloss. He stared at your swollen lips, at the way you followed his every move and his thumb slipped through the corner of your lips.
He went to pull away, his movements too slow and you too fast as your tongue swirled around it, never breaking eye contact with him as he whimpered, pressing his finger tight against the roof of your tongue, hearing your sweet little sounds following shortly after. He gently pulled your jaw down, your compliance making it easy for him to move you to his command. Seeing how the spit was pooling around his finger, he could feel his pants getting tighter at the sight.
“Shit,” He muttered, “You don’t h-have to…fuck,” Eddie could barely think as you let go of his thumb with a pop, his cock straining as your hands pawed at the zipper, your eyes wide, silently asking him if it was okay. He wanted to laugh if he could; as if he’d ever say no.
He nodded, his lips slightly shaking as he watched you fall to your knees, slow in your actions as you played with him a bit. You knew he liked it when you looked up, his pupils blown wide when your nose nudged at the bulge, a twinkling look in your eyes, knowing he was going to be wrecked in a couple of seconds.
He saw your hands moving gracefully, tugging at the zipper, undoing the buttons of his jeans, gingerly taking off his belt as his pants quickly pooled around his legs.
You could see the contour of his dick against his boxers, the little beads of precum that stained the fabric. You grinned, fingers moving as they softly traced the outline, hearing his shuddering breaths as you squeezed the tip.
“Y-you're killin’ me up here sweetheart.” He muttered, a shaky sigh escaping his lips as he tried to smile.
“Be patient Eddie,” You giggled, pressing a little kiss to the precum forming, the salty taste familiar as you went to tug his briefs down. You watched as his dick sprang free, slapping you on the cheek as you let out a little moan, the size of him never fails to surprise you, “You’re so big - fuck Eddie.” He whines at your words, at the way your nails drag up and down the long vein that wrapped around his cock.
Eddie can’t wait anymore with your teasing, waiting days to do this as he grasps the back of your head, jutting his hips forward so that his dick pushes past your lips, a little groan escaping your throat as he keeps pushing himself deeper into your open mouth.
“Jesus fucking Christ - shit - just,” He shut his eyes for a second, trying to compose himself, “Just like that. You’re so… so good at this - shit,” He began moving after letting you get adjusted, your nose hitting his pelvis as it brushed against his little tufts of hair. You let him guide your head, let him set the pace as he let out the sweet little moans you cherished so much, “What would your boyfriend say if he knew - fuck - that his girlfriend was such a slut for my cock?” And even though you don’t answer, he knew how his words affected you.
When this whole thing started, he tried to be as gentle and caring as possible. You told him all about how your boyfriend would neglect you, leaving you to fend for yourself, and that you were shy and genuinely had no idea what you were doing.
So he’d coax you through it, tell you had to suck him off as you obediently listened to his every instruction. But now, after months of bending you to his will, Eddie couldn’t control himself when he was around you anymore.
“No one’s as good as you,” He stopped momentarily, shuddering as your tongue ran up and down his length, “Fuck, you take me so well…” And you did because Eddie taught you how. You hoped that after months of letting him fuck your throat you had picked up something, tricks that you knew made him go crazy.
And you could feel him shaking, his grips on your head weakening as his fingers tugged at your roots. He was getting close, but before you could feel him release down your throat he pulled away, your brows furrowing in confusion as you looked up at him.
“Thanks, sweetheart, but,” He murmured, his thumb rubbing at your lips, smiling as he went to collect a mixture of his pre and your spit, bringing it up to his mouth as he watched you clench your thighs at the sight, “Wanna finish with you tonight.”
Your chest was heaving, but you smiled, shakily standing up, feeling the sting of the carpet on your knees as you winced a little. Eddie cooed at your reaction, rubbing at your neck as he pressed a kiss to your lips, guiding you towards the direction of his bedroom as you followed him silently.
The familiar walls and smell of his room made you smile, a comfort you had been reaching out for in the last couple of weeks seeing that Eddie was busier with his campaign. Before you could look around too much he followed in, hands on your waist as he closed the door behind the two of you.
He didn’t want to waste any time as he pushed you down onto the mattress, his hands cradling your head so that it wouldn’t thump too harshly against the springs like it did last time and he smiled against your chin, almost forgetting where he was as you nudged his hips. He motioned for you to crawl on his lap, and you obliged, settling yourself so that you rubbed against his hardon, earning a little gasp whenever you tried to adjust yourself on his thighs.
“You are so gonna be the death of me.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Munson.” He laughs, the sound vibrating against your chest as he plays with the little necklace you had worn, staring up at you as you carded your finger through his chocolate curls. He stares deeply, not wanting to ever forget that he has Hawkins High's golden girl straddling his lap, looking at him like he exists. It drives him insane and riddles his mind every night about how you could possibly come back to him whenever you do.
“So pretty…” He murmured, sucking at your neck as you shuffled around in his iron grip, your eyes squeezed shut as he moved to your collarbone, “You’re always so pretty.” He hopes you know he’s not just saying it to make you like him more because the way you look right now could make him lift the world if he really wanted to.
Your nose wrinkles and his heart drops, worried that he did something wrong, that his room smells too much for you, but your brows furrow in that cute way, your tongue poking out as you try to think of what was different.
“Is that a new shampoo?” You tug his head closer to your nose, your attitude different from the one you had seconds ago as he chuckles, his chest vibrating against yours as he nods in your hands as he lets out a sigh of relief.
“Mhm,” He kissed your collarbone as you were busy sniffing his hair, “It’s that one I kept telling you about, remember?”
You nod, hoping that he knows you remember almost everything about him. How you want to remember because you couldn’t ever forget the little snippets of his life he tells you about. You know how he likes his eggs, where he places each ring (because he has a system - he’s not an animal), and how every nook and cranny of his room is decorated with memorabilia he collected over the years.
“Of course I do, that green one, right?” You mutter, and he nods as you kiss the crown of his head, “It smells really good.” He beamed, rubbing at your back as his hands slipped up your shirt.
You felt him tug at the hem of your shirt, a little sign you had picked up on over the months as you helped him as you lifted your arms, your shirt quickly coming off as he never left your tits and the lacey bra you were wearing.
He swallowed dryly, the sound audible as you raised a brow at his reaction, your lips tugging up into a little grin as his hands moved up your back to find the clasps. When he finally got it after seconds of playing with it he was quick as he tugged the straps down your arm, tossing the bra to the side, surely another one lost to the many you had left in his room.
“You’re acting like you’re in middle school Eddie,” You tell him with a chuckle, poking his sides as he glances at you, “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” And he shakes his head, his fingers playing with your nipples as your eyes flutter shut at the sensation. His rings drag against your skin, the temperature difference causing goosebumps to follow in their wake as your thighs clench at the feeling.
“Shut up,” He murmurs, flushing pink as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. He rubs at the other one, not leaving it unattended as you, and you heat up in embarrassment as he flashes you a smirk, cupping them in his palms as he gives both of them a gentle kiss, “Let me have my moment.”
You groan, covering your face in your hands as he laughs against your soft skin, taking this opportunity to trail his fingers downwards, pulling at your shorts as he slowly rubs against your clothed mound.
“E-Eddie!” You squeal, squirming as he simply smiles, his thumb moving around to find your clit, your mouth falling slack as he continues to rub against it, the friction of the fabric causing you to squirm around in his hold, “P-please, oh…” You trail off when he quickened his pace.
“Please what?” His tone was taunting, the kind you hated because now you knew what he wanted, “‘M not going to give you anything if you don’t ask for it. Where're your manners, sweetheart?” You let out a little cry, your head falling into the crook of his neck as his other hands gingerly stroked your back in a comforting way.
“Eddie,” You whimpered against the column of his skin, searching for the spot that made him go weak, his breathing shuddering as you dragged your lips against it, “Please…god fuck, please touch me.” Eddie snorts, his hands stopping their movements as he raises his brow in questioning.
“Where?” His thumb presses up harshly against your swollen clit, dragging it down south as you whine again, “Here?” And you dumbly nod, not knowing if you had it in yourself to tell him what you want.
He didn’t have to be told twice as he hooked his fingers along the waistband of your panties, tugging them down as he flung them off into the abyss of his room. He could see how your chest was heaving with labored breaths, and he grinned inwardly knowing that nobody else would be able to see you like this.
He flattened you down on the bed, pushing down on your stomach as you followed his movements, watching as he stretched, flashing you a charming grin.
He pressed a little kiss to the inner corner of your thighs, each one closer to your awaiting cunt, his nose rubbing alongside your clit, giving it a little sniff as you groaned, your hands pawing at the bedsheets as he smiled against you.
“You’re such a perv, Eddie.” You mutter, turning your head to the side so that he couldn’t see your expression.
“Yeah, I know,” He chuckled, giving little kitten licks as you shuddered again, “But you like it, don’t you? Like knowing that I’m the only one that can touch you like this?” And you can’t answer him because you both know he’s right.
You can’t say anything as his tongues swirl against your folds, lapping up your essence as you moan, your cries growing louder and louder as he increases his movements. Everything he did was driving you towards the edge, especially when he looked up from between your thighs, smiling knowingly against your skin as he sucked loudly at your clit
“So wet - fuck,” He groans, his tongue moving past your entrance as he watches your eyes roll back, “Shit…and you taste so fucking good,” And the obscene sounds mixed with the way he swirls his tongue around your hole is enough to make you go crazy.
You knew he hadn’t been going at it for long but he was so skilled in knowing how to unravel you that you could already feel your thighs shaking, his grips on them tightening as he tried to hold you down. You carded your fingers through his hair, trying to move his head up and down the expanse of your cunt.
“Just like that,” He’d say, his tongue moving up to your clit as he pumped a finger in and out, his eyes shutting momentarily as he felt you clamp down on him, “S-sweetheart you’re so fucking tight. Even after all this time,” You let out unintelligible babble as he drew circles on the bundle of nerves, adding another finger as you cried out for him.
“Eddie! Fuck, s-shit,” Your words slurred together as he quicked his pace, feeling how you squeezed against his digits, “Don’t stop - umph!” You bit down at the back of your hand to muffle the scream you would have let out.
“God, Eddie, please, oh, just,” You cry out, “Faster, please!” And he obliges your change in nature from when he first met you only going south.
“Come on sweetheart, almost there,” He coaxed you through it, his fingers and tongue never letting up, “You’re doing fucking amazing, come on, cum, there you go…” You twitched around as your toes curled, white flashing before your eyes as you let out a scream, your climax washing over you as Eddie made sure not to waste a drop of your release, quick to lap it all as he sucked his fingers dry.
He grinned as he took in your wasted state; your legs spread wide open for him, pussy twitching from your orgasm, wet and shiny in the dim light of his room. He wanted to punch himself for forgetting to stock up on film to take a picture of this very moment.
“You look ruined.” He said teasingly, moving down as he balanced himself on his arms, pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips as you whined at the taste of yourself on him. He trailed down, sucking at your neck, just above your collarbone. He made sure to leave another mark for tonight, reveling in the way you’d groan at him, smacking him in the arm for not being conspicuous enough, but not even bothering to cover it up when the time came.
“Because of you,” You muttered weakly, stretching your legs wider so that he could situate himself more comfortably. His fingers kneaded at the meat of your thighs, running down your calves, and he winked as he caught your stare.
His hands grasped at your ankles, moving them up and to his shoulders as you winced a little bit at the uncomfortable stretch. He pressed a kiss to them, a small thank you for being so acquiescent.
Before he could continue you saw how he paused, his fingers still rubbing at your calves as he looked at the drawer next to his desk. You followed his gaze, your mind working fast as you tried to contain the little grin that graced your face when you tapped his shoulder, bringing his attention back to you.
“Don’t have to,” You whisper, your voice thick as his brows furrowed in confusion before you continued, “I’m on the pill.”
And he chokes a little bit, his eyes widening as you giggle at his reaction. The idea of doing it raw with you had been plaguing his mind ever since he first felt you wrap around him, wondering just how warm you were, and he could barely think straight when he thought about spilling in you, his cum overflowing from your pretty pussy as he marked you in the most intimate way possible. He was so lost in the little trance you had placed upon him that he could barely register your gentle touch as you rubbed at his cheeks.
“Y’hear me, Eds?” You asked, worried as he seemed like he went to his little world as his grip on you tightened just a bit. And he nodded, looking back to you as he leaned back down, his hands moving away from your legs as your ankles slid down, catching you in an unexpected kiss. It was feverish and crazy how he moved against you, wet and sloppy as he tried to make it fast but he couldn’t with the way you held his jaw in your hands, looking up at him softly as your eyes searched his.
“Y-yeah, heard you just fine, sweetheart.” He said through a grumble as he cleared his throat, pressing another peck to your forehead as he moved back down, readjusting himself to where he originally was as he rubbed at his ears glowing pink.
“Make me go crazy, seeing you like this,” Eddie murmurs as he aligns his tip with your entrance, groaning at the feeling as you stroke his arms, your finger trailing upwards as they push the hair out of his face, “You’re so fucking hot, y’know that, right?”
“Eddie please just,” You press your lips together as he quirks a brow, “God - please - just fuck me already!” He laughs at your outburst, evading the little punch you threw at his chest as he pressed a kiss up against your knuckles.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
He pushes his cock in, bottoming out in you as you scream at the feeling of him. It was much more different than you expected, feeling all of him in you as your lips trembled at the feeling of his veins dragging up your walls.
“Eddie! Fuck, ugh, oh fuck you’re s-so big!”
He whines at the way you grip his wrists, how tears spring up to your eyes as you try to get used to his size.
He can feel your nails drag along his back, the pain not enough to hurt him as he tries to control himself, knowing that you had to adjust for a couple of seconds before he continued. It was evil the way you had him wrapped around your little finger, acting like he knew everything when he was a total mess whenever he was around you.
Your eyes squeeze shut at the sting, his dick still managing to stretch you out after months of taking him.
“S-stop,” He moaned out as you dragged your hands across his chest, your psalm freezing as he shivered, “Stop clamping down on me s’much sweetheart, gotta…” He breathed deeply through his nose, still trying not to move, “Gotta loosen up, j-just a little bit, fuck, p-please…” And you try, really you do, but he’s just so big that you don’t have the opportunity to do so.
So Eddie gives up, his hips betraying his mind as he pulls back out, slamming back down into you as your screams and moans wrap around him, holding his body like a vice as you grip at his arms, begging him quietly through your choked words to just slow down a little bit.
You can feel every little inch of him in you, his veins dragging up and down your walls as his tip teases that spongy part inside of you, his hands trailing down to where your bodies connected as he rubbed frantically at your clit, your eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy.
“Shit - fuck, Y/n you feel so fucking amazing like this, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He groaned, his hands searching for yours, sliding them up as he curled his fingers with your, the bead of sweat trickling down his face as he kissed the tip of your nose in the loving way he always did.
It wasn’t that you weren't used to this, how he fucked you up and down on his cock.
Eddie Munson just always seemed to know how to fuck you stupid.
Words were incoherent from your mouth as you babble on about how amazing he was, his dick repeatedly hitting your g-spot as you gripped whatever you possibly could, your hands searching for something to hold because you felt like you’d be slipped away sooner than later.
He hoists your leg up to his shoulder, leaning down as he nuzzles into your neck, letting out a choked moan as he kisses your breasts, sucking at them and leaving little bites all over them as he felt himself going insane with the way you clenched tightly around him.
The smell of sweat and sex was defiling you all over again, Eddie's cologne mixing with the perfume you had spritzed on earlier that day, and it became addictive, the way you searched for it, something that only the two of you could create.
“Eddie, please, mphf!” You moaned as he captured the sound in a searching kiss, his tongue running along your lips wet with spit and tears, “Please, p-please cum in me, I wanna feel you so fucking b-bad!” You cried as his finger swirled faster against your clit. The feeling that mixed with the way he rutted his hips against you, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass as it became drowned out by the sound of both your sobs.
Both you and he could feel each other releases coming, with the way your walls began to clamp down even tighter and how he faltered, his legs growing weak from the weight of it all crashing down on him, his hold on your waist growing tighter than ever before as his hips slammed back down into your pelvis with less force than before.
You trailed your fingers down to where he was circling your clit, all of it working together as you let out a little squeal as you gushed around him, your release coating his skin as he sputtered against you.
“Shit! Fuck, oh god, Y/n, fuck, I’m c-coming…” He couldn’t finish his sentence as you felt his cum coating your walls, hot against your already burning folds as he slumped down, groaning into your chest as your hands stayed limped on his back.
His dick was still pulsating inside of you, a little bulge from everything and he slowly pulled out, his cock growing soft as he watched his cum spill out of you, the sight nearly enough to make him hard again.
“Holy fucking shit,” He muttered softly, his fingers going to your aching cunt as he tried to shove it back in there, not missing the way you moaned as he accidentally rubbed against your swollen clit, “Y’look so fucking hot right now.”
And even in your dazed state, you managed to laugh, the sound warming up his chest as he engulfed one of your hands in his, bringing it up to his lips as he left tender kisses on your fingertips, trailing down to your knuckles as you melted at the gesture.
“Shit, shit,” He muttered quickly as he notices all the marks littering your chest, his rings scratching alongside your waist from how tightly he was gripping you and he grimaced, “Sorry for hurtin’ you, didn’t mean to be so rough,” You would have argued if you weren't so tired. And regardless, you watched through blurry vision as he quickly jumped off the bed, tugging on some boxers as he sprinted out of the room only appearing minutes later with a wet towel.
“Here,” He motioned for you to spread your legs a little bit so he could clean the mess between them, “There you go, just like that sweetheart,” He tried to be gentle, cooing at you as you winced as it dragged against the tender skin of your cunt, delicate kisses lining your entrance as he looked at you through his long lashes.
“Y’did so fuckin’ amazing.”
With a little giggle and a knowing smirk, you shrug, pulling him by the back of his neck as you kiss the corner of his lips.
“I know Munson,” You push his hair behind his ear as he smiles into your lips, “You never fail to mention.”
He grins, flopping down beside you as he tosses your shirt back towards you, averting his gaze as he tugged it on, his innocence in moments like this making you fall for him even more than you already thought was possible.
Eddie glanced at the clock on the wall, groaning at the time and you followed his gaze, the sinking feeling filling your stomach as you realized that it was beginning to get late and you’d have to go home soon.
“Wish you’d just stay,” He whispered truthfully, turning his body so that he could press against your neck.
“I know,” You kissed the side of his head as you nudged his jaw with your nose, wanting him to look at you as you smiled a little bit, “Soon.”
He perked up a bit, eyes widening as he tried to decipher what you could mean.
“Soon?”
“Soon,” You say with a giggle, laughing against his lips as he brings his hand up to cradle your face, smiling gleefully into the kiss as he gently bit your lip, pulling it forwards as your hands ran up and down the expanse of his naked torso.
“Really?”
“Really really,” You say and he scoffs, almost not believing you as he raises his brows.
“You honestly mean it?” He sounded so optimistic, so tantalizingly precious that you couldn’t help but break into a wide grin, nodding against his face as he gripped your hips gently, kissing alongside your jaw as he could practically feel his heart beating sporadically in the limited space of his ribcage.
“Cross my heart.” You say, doing the motion as his forehead relaxed, hugging and pulling you closer to his chest as his fingers trailed across the curves, the little dips your body allowed only him to see.
The beating of his heart was loud, yet peaceful enough to lull you into a state of calm, your breathing slowing down as his hands mapped every crevice of your torso, pinching playfully at your thighs as you giggled in his grasp.
“Think I’m starting to like cherries more,” He murmured against your skin, his lips hot on your shoulder as you smiled up at the ceiling, eyes twinkling as Eddie traced little shapes onto your stomach.
“Yeah?” He hummed a bit as you couldn’t help but laugh at it all, “Why’s that Munson?”
“Apples just don't...” He paused trying to think of how to phrase it correctly, “They don’t cut it anymore, if you get what I’m saying.”
“I’m sorry but,” You chuckle as he smiles against you, “I don’t think I do, Eds.” It was these little conversations that you cherished more than anything, where both of you were carefree and the world around you didn't matter because the way he held you tightly against him made you feel so many different things at once you couldn’t process the emotion somethings.
“Yeah, well,” He gave an exaggerated sigh, “Cherries have the annoying seeds and they charge fifty times more for them but,” He licks your neck and you heat up, “They remind me of you. Apples now remind me of Henderson and his lunches packed with that god-awful smelling baloney.” You give him a hearty laugh, turning around as you kiss him, not able to stop because he always managed to toy with your heart in this particular way that made you wonder why you hadn’t met him sooner.
The night faded out with him bringing you back home, dropping you off with a tender kiss and a farewell wave, acting like your very own knight as he left you beaming by your front door, your feet digging into the concrete as you reached up on your tiptoes to wave goodbye to him. And you Realized at that very moment that Eddie Munson had total reign over you now, and nobody could match up to him again.
So when you meant soon, you really did mean it.
That following day you strolled into the cafeteria, straying away from the boy attached by your side as you ignored his confusing calls, wondering why in the world you were walking towards Eddie Munson.
Your smile was bright and gleaming as he watched through a calculating gaze, leaving everybody in that lunchroom stunned and speechless as you leaned up and dragged him down by the neck to press a sloppy kiss to his lips, his smile apparent even as you pulled away, his hands never leaving your hips as he raised his brows.
“New gloss?” He asked, feeling the eyes of everybody in that room as he motioned his finger to his lips, and you shot him an apologetic look as you wiped it off with your thumb.
“Mhm, it's cherry!” You tell him with a little giggle, “Thought you’d like it!”
Eddie Munson was a man long gone after that, groaning as he swooped you back into his arms, not caring that your boyfriend was shouting loudly behind you, demanding to know what in the actual fuck was happening.
Because now, Eddie could finally kiss that obnoxious flavored gloss off your lips and knowingly stare at the world with a cocky smirk because you were always going to be his.
summary: you get asked to be eddie’s tutor. eddie; the mysterious boy with dark curls and rings on every finger. of course you say yes. and that’s how you end up here, stuck in his trailer overnight while a storm blows through, and naturally, there’s only one bed.
warnings: female reader, language, everyone’s fave corny one bed trope, literally tooth-rotting cavity-inducing fluff. and hella flirty :))))
word count: 6.2k
a/n: yeah. so i wrote this before vol 2 to be cute n comforting and now im crying posting this because …. yknow. anyways i think us eddie girlies need this. (gif by @stuart-townsend )
This isn’t exactly what you had imagined would come of agreeing to help tutor Eddie Munson. Not one bit.
No, see, you had imagined late evening study sessions in the school library, or out by the football field, or even in the bleachers of the basketball court. You know, typical study places. The ones that had been recommended to you by your teacher;
“Listen, Eddie’s a good kid,” he had said, handing over a base outline for a syllabus that he wanted you to focus on, “Just find a nice quiet corner of the school where neither of you can be interrupted and I assure you, you’ll make a world of difference.”
Which was simple enough, really.
You knew Eddie was a good guy — hell, you might actually be one of the only people who really knew. You had met him a few times at Mike Wheeler’s when they hosted campaign nights. You had been there to hang out with Nancy, but you had grown fond of the fun little gaming group anyways. Eddie had always been sweet to you, how could you not like him?
You absolutely had no hesitation when you were asked to tutor him. He intrigued you with his unique taste in music and his outgoing personality. You imagined that you’d grow close to him while tutoring and maybe, maybe you’d actually become friends.
What you hadn’t imagined or planned out, however, was standing on the top step of Eddie’s trailer, hand hesitantly knocking against the slightly-rusted door. The wind was picking up, nearly carrying the papers right out of your hands and down into the muddy ground below.
The little trailer park was decently lit, which you thought was a good thing. You weren’t a fan of being in unfamiliar places when sunset was right around the corner. Hawkins had a bad history of things happening in the dark, so the flickering street lamps and trailer lights were appreciated. Though the woods nearby kind of freaked you out, already being awfully dark and gloomy at this late hour of the afternoon.
It was only five thirty, but the clouds had moved in and it would be dark by the time you left, for sure. Maybe you’d have Eddie walk you out to the street —
“Hey.”
You turned your head, too paranoid by every little noise around to have heard the door open.
Eddie stood there, a small smile on his face, leaning against the entrance.
“Oh, hey,” you gave a sigh, feeling a bit ridiculous for keeping your eyes so locked onto the woods behind you, “Sorry I’m late. Had a flat.”
You nudged your finger in the direction of your bicycle, which was leaning against the edge of the trailer. It was probably a terrible idea to have taken your bike here — what with the chance of rain and the terribly lit Hawkins streets at night — but it was your only option.
“Don’t even stress, you’re almost exactly on time,” Eddie chuckled, “Come in, and don’t mind the mess.” He ran a hand across the back of his neck awkwardly as you looked over at him.
He was wearing a pair of dark ripped skinny jeans, some band t-shirt and his jean jacket. He wore those infamous rings on his fingers — the ones that your friends had unfairly joked he used to cause extra damage while punching fellow cult people in the face — and his hair was slightly damp. Probably post-shower.
Why were you pointing out all these things?
You shook your head, giving him a smile as you took your step up, hand on the strap of your backpack as you walked in. Eddie avoided eye contact as you stepped inside and looked around.
You weren’t really sure why, but you found the place kind of cute. He had a little kitchen, shelves lined with mugs, a couch facing a little television, a fuzzy rustic carpet on the ground. It was cute, and it kind of reminded you of Eddie. A little disorganized, a little unique.
“You live here alone?”
Eddie shook his head, “No, god no. With my uncle. But he’s, uh, out. Works nights but he’s out for dinner with people.”
The place was clean; no dishes on the counter, no clothes on the floor or discarded plates near the couch. You wondered why Dustin and Mike had always complained about his place being superbly messy. It looked completely fine to you.
“Do you want anything to eat? Drink?”
You placed your backpack and papers down on the little kitchenette table as he stood in the kitchen, opening the fridge door and waving his hand to show you the contents, his dimple faintly appearing on his right cheek.
“We’ve got loads of options. Water, lemonade, this milk that my uncle bought two months ago,” he let out a laugh and pointed at the carton, “Tellin’ ya, it’s a real hit. Probably cheese by now.”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head as you took a seat, “Ah, so it’s become a drink and a snack, then, huh?”
He chuckled, pointing at you and nodding his head before closing the fridge door, making his way over to you in three long strides, “See, you’ve got the right idea.” He sat across from you, knee bumping yours under the table. It sent your heart into a stupid rhythm, but you weren’t sure why. Probably because it startled you. That had to be it.
You gave a shake of your head as your laughter died down, flipping open your chemistry textbook to the page that you had last left off on with Eddie. Your little sticky note was popping out, bringing you to page two-eighteen.
Your previous lesson with him had been last week, but it felt like longer than that. It had been in the cafeteria after hours when everyone was gone, but there were still countless noises throughout the corridors and outside the large windows. You guiltily preferred the serenity and privacy of Eddie’s trailer instead.
“We’re hopping straight into it, huh?” he leaned back, running one of his hands through his hair before he fiddled with his rings, “No small talk first? No, hey, Eds, how was your week? Or hey, congrats on the campaign last night, you had those little squirts completely stumped. Gosh, I severely overestimated our friendship.” He placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt, leaning his head against the back of the seat.
“Jeez, my bad,” you raised your hands in surrender after pushing the book aside, “My bad, Eds. We should totally catch up instead. Firstly, congrats on the campaign. Dustin was loudly complaining about it at lunch yesterday so hey, at least you have the little squirt beat.” Your cheeks were beginning to ache from your wide smile, “Guess he’ll have to bring it up a notch next time. I believe in him.”
He raised his eyebrows, giving you an amused look as he leaned forwards, “Oh, you believe in him? Well, he’ll have to wait a little longer. Tonight’s campaign was cancelled. He can pout about it for another two days.”
You pursed your lips, leaning forwards just a tad as well, elbows resting on the table, “Cancelled? Poor them. They’ve been let down.”
It was rare Eddie cancelled the Hellfire Club, even you knew that. They were so dedicated, so passionate about their events that you’d even hear Nancy telling you about how Mike would never shut up about it at home.
“Hey, it was study night,” he shrugged, dimple still present, “They can wait.”
Oh my god.
He cancelled Hellfire for you.
The sentiment shouldn’t touch you as much as it did, but you’d be lying through your damn teeth if you said your entire body didn’t flush with heat at his words. He didn’t cancel Hellfire for anyone or anything, you truly couldn’t believe he postponed for you. For your study night that, honestly, he probably didn’t even care all that much about.
“I’m touched, Munson,” you tried to play it off like it was nothing, quite opposed to your rapidly beating heart, “Truly. I’ll have to hide from your little admirers next time I’m at school to avoid their deadly stares.”
He opened his mouth to answer, but the both of you were silenced by the rumble of thunder. It didn’t sound that far away, rumbling the trailer and causing you to glance right out the window. On top of the rumbling, the rain had also just begun, echoing loudly as it hit the roof.
“Damn, I shouldn’t have biked,” you groaned, making a grimace. It would be truly miserable to ride back in this. Your head fell back against the seat as you watched the drops roll down the window, nearly completely forgetting about studying in the first place.
Eddie gave your knee a nudge, this time on purpose, “Just wait it out. The storm can’t last that long, and I don’t mind your company.”
You had to turn away from him so he couldn’t see the stupid little grin that grew on your face at his words. Studying had been forgotten by this point, that was for sure. You just couldn’t sit still now, sitting across from Eddie in the comfortably lit kitchenette, the rain sounding and adding to the atmosphere.
“Hey,” Eddie caught your attention once more, wiggling his eyebrows, “Do you really wanna study? It’s a Saturday evening. Let’s just wait out the storm until it’s safe for you to go home,” he reached his hand across the table and tapped your knuckle, “And I won’t let you leave a minute sooner.”
God, he was charming, wasn’t he? How he was teased and harassed in school, you’d never understand. He was just so effortlessly kind, sweet, and unapologetically himself. You felt lucky knowing that side of him, that he was comfortable enough around you to be like this. Relaxed, soothed, funny.
“What do you want to do instead?” you narrowed your eyes at him, “Got anything in mind?”
He gave you a wink, standing up swiftly before looking back down at you, “Actually, I do. My personal suggestion is making some Kraft dinner and picking a cheap movie to kill time.”
You had to admit, that did sound a lot more pleasing. Every time you had chatted and hung out with Eddie, it had been to study. To work on his grades so he could graduate at the end of ‘86. You wouldn’t lie, the idea of eating junk and watching a movie with him was endlessly more enticing. Maybe you’d grab a blanket, share some popcorn—
No. You had to calm down, get it together, and play it cool.
“Alright,” you stood up, now completely forgetting about the open textbook and notebooks on the table, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Both dimples were fully visible as he grinned at you, raising his chin and giving you a little salute, “Alright, m’lady. I’ll go make dinner, you go pick the movie.”
You shook your head, heart nearly hammering out of your chest as you watched him saunter into the kitchen. His hair bounced with each joyful step that he took as he hummed quietly to himself, searching the drawers for a pot and a box of Kraft. He pulled the pot out, giving you a grin and a thumbs up as he placed it on the stove top, reading the side of the box before he started to get to work.
“Pick the movie,” he pointed his finger at you with a wooden spoon in hand, “And nothing too lame, I don’t want to fall asleep halfway through.”
You raised your eyebrows, nodding, “Alright, alright. No pressure.”
He flashed you another cheesy grin before he started making dinner, the trailer falling into a comfortable silence. The only noise was the pitter patter of the rain hitting the roof and the windows, getting louder by the second. But it was soothing, comfortable. A warm feeling blossomed in your chest at the coziness of it all — listening to the rain, eating dinner on the couch.
There weren’t many options to chose from, so you landed on the movie channel that was just beginning to play Hellraiser. One that you had joined Steve and the kiddos to watch in the cinema last year.
“Hellraiser?” you looked over into the kitchen, seated comfortably on the couch as you rested your arm on the back, “I saw it last year. Absolutely terrified the shit out of Lucas.”
Eddie chuckled, back turned to you for a second before he faced you, “I remember seeing it too. It’s not terrible. But thanks for the info, I think that’ll be my Halloween costume this year.”
Your eyes widened as you pictured it in your head, both the costume and the way Lucas would flip out, “Please do. I would pay good money to see that.”
He agreed, pretending to make a mental note of the costume idea. Halloween was still nearly two months away, so you wondered if he’d remember when the time came. You’d like to think he would.
For fifteen minutes while he finished dinner, you both sat listening to the film, keeping your eyes on the weather outside in hopes that it would calm down in time for you to be home before nine o’clock. That’s when you told your parents you’d be back and you knew they’d panic if you weren’t back on time.
The thought was kind of stressing you out, but it was currently only six thirty four, so you still had a bit of time left here before the twenty minute bike ride back to your house.
“Here you go,” Eddie came and sat next to you on the couch, almost throwing his body down, and handed you a warm bowl of gooey macaroni and cheese. God, this stuff was probably awful for you, but it was stupidly good.
“Thank you,” you took the bowl, sitting cross-legged on the couch. You had left your shoes by the entrance, so you were keeping your feet warm under your legs as you placed the bowl on your lap.
Eddie grinned at the way you were sitting, lifting his legs up and doing the same. His knee was resting against yours — thank god for the tiny couch — and you could feel the warmth of his skin through the jeans and your own pants. It was suddenly rather difficult to focus on the movie.
“This shit is too good to be natural,” Eddie remarked, nodding through a mouthful as he pointed to the bowl with his spoon, “Like, this almost tops chocolate.”
“Woah, slow down,” you cut him off, eyes wide as your mouth broke into a gasp, “Is this good? Absolutely. Is it better than chocolate? No. You’re outta your mind, Eds.”
You could have sworn he flushed a bit at the nickname, but it had to be a figment of your imagination. Eddie Munson didn’t get flustered.
“Hm, we’ll have to agree to disagree,” he gave you a cheeky look, the teasing tone of his voice causing you to narrow your eyes at him and shake your head.
You made a mental note to bake him some of your brownies — he’d have no doubt then that chocolate really was better.
You were hardly paying attention to anything other than his knee against yours until a loud clap of thunder sounded right above the trailer park, causing you to jump slightly and look up, as if you could see straight through the rooftop.
“Are you scared of thunderstorms?” He asked, reaching behind the couch with one hand and tossing you a blanket. It smelled like him, a familiar mix of cigarettes and cologne. You gladly accepted it, wrapping it around your legs and feeling the warmth nearly immediately.
“No,” you shook your head, mixing your macaroni with your spoon before looking up at him, “I like them a lot, actually. I find them soothing. But I’m just worried about heading home, I guess.”
He nodded, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth for a quick moment before he ran a hand through his hair — which appeared to have been some sort of nervous habit of his — and turned to you, “If ever it gets really bad, you can always just stay the night. My uncle really won’t mind. He probably won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, anyways.”
He looked away from you as he asked, but you could see the tiny hint of pink that former under the skin of his cheeks.
Stay over?
“Oh,” you cleared your throat, not even sure how to answer, “That’s kind.”
Staying overnight could mean so many things. You’d wake up in the same space as him, have to deal with probably making his uncle uncomfortable if ever you slept in later than expected, and even just the possibility of you being a gross sleeper and scarring Eddie for life. You had absolutely not planned for this to happen.
You had come to study, and ended up not even doing that at all. Struggling to bring your attention back to the movie, you tried your best to not think about staying overnight. About sleeping in the same space as Eddie, only a few feet away from him.
Goodness. What a day it’s become.
The storm had gotten worse, and by the end of the movie, you were calling home from Eddie’s phone to let your parents know you wouldn’t be home for the night.
Your dad had been hesitant, telling you he’d rather you just hitch a ride back from someone, but no one was out driving in these conditions anyways and you really just didn’t want anyone to go out of their way to come get you.
The claps of thunder were more frequent, louder, each one causing you to jump like the last. Lightning flashed thorough the open windows and illuminated the place brighter than the indoor lights could ever hope to achieve.
“Are you sure it’s no problem?” you asked for the thousandth time, throwing all of the stuff you had brought for studying back in your backpack, “I really don’t want to intrude.”
Eddie held his hand up, shushing you as he led you down the small hallway to his bedroom, “Really, I swear. You can even take the bed if you want.”
“No, no,” you protested immediately, giving him a stern look, “Absolutely not. I’ll take the couch.”
You’d feel even worse sleeping in Eddie’s bedroom, under his blankets all toasty and warm while he slept on the couch by the television, the one that you had been seated on while chatting with him for the last hour and a bit.
His bedroom was neat and pretty much exactly as you’d imagine. Posters lined the walls, bands you knew and some that you didn’t. Tapes were scattered across his dresser that sat just next to a mirror — the mirror where his guitar had been hung up like it was his prized possession. Which you knew it was.
“Nope,” he shook his head, grinning, “That crusty ol’ thing wasn’t meant for people to sleep on. Believe me, you’ll wake up feeling like all your bones are broken.”
Once again, you narrowed your eyes at him. He was impossibly stubborn. Cute as hell and sweet beyond words, but stubborn.
“You’re impossible,” you mumbled as he tossed a shirt to you. You were caught off guard, nearly missing it completely before you looked down at it. You almost laughed as you saw it, the little Hellfire logo sitting proudly in the center of it. “What’s this?”
“To sleep in,” he shrugged, one of his hands coming up to rub the back of his neck, “If you want. You don’t have to. Just figured I’d offer something more comfortable than the shirt you’re wearing now.”
You looked down at your outfit, your blouse with its little buttons would probably make for an uncomfortable rest. He was stupidly intuitive, wasn’t he?
The shirt was soft in your hands, and it took your brain a second to actually grasp the fact that he was giving you his infamous Hellfire shirt to sleep in. The thought made your ears burn hot.
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, a hint of a smile playing at your lips, “But I really owe you big time. This is… it’s really sweet of you, Eddie.”
He gave you one of his dimpled smiles, eyes just looking into yours for a good moment before he finally spoke up, clearing his throat, “Yeah, yeah, no need to thank me. Just making sure you’re alright.”
Thunder rumbled loudly once more, rattling the trailer and causing your heart to do a flip. You weren’t used to thunderstorms out here like this. You were always home for them, where the house was steady and nothing shook. It was totally different in here, and if the storm really lasted the night, you doubted you’d catch any sleep.
“I’ll go, uh, change,” you nodded your head in the direction of the teeny bathroom, closing the door behind you before he could say anything. God, you were about to sleep in Eddie Munson’s bed. That was literally the last thing you imagined would happen when you biked over just a few hours ago.
In his damn bed. In his shirt. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to properly look him in the eye without feeling fluttery ever again. Without the thought of how his shirt smelled, which even though clean, smelled like him. Everything smelled like him and you really couldn’t think straight.
It hung loosely on your body, which made sense given how tall Eddie was, but it did the trick. You had come over in leggings, which were fine to sleep in, so at least you didn’t also have to worry about finding a new pair of pants.
Your heart was literally about to beat straight out of your rib cage.
You stepped out of the bathroom, your blouse folded neatly in your arms as you made your way to the kitchenette where your backpack was. You’d just keep it there for now and change back into it tomorrow morning before heading back home.
“Is the shirt, uh—,” Eddie stepped into the room, sentence falling short when he looked your way. You don’t even think he tried to hide the way his eyes scanned you up and down before meeting yours, an unfamiliar look in his eyes as he cleared his throat, “Is… yeah, is the shirt, uh, good?”
He pulled his gaze, suddenly looking everywhere except you. And you did the same, feeling ridiculously self conscious under the look he had just given you. He hadn’t given you a bad look, but he just seemed so caught up in the moment that you were worried he could hear your damn heartbeat.
“Yeah, thanks,” you let out a small breathy laugh, “I appreciate it.”
He nodded, taking a second before he looked back your way, “Well, bed’s all yours, teacher.”
You scoffed at the nickname, rolling your eyes and giving his shoulder a light smack as you walked by, “Ew, don’t call me that.” He let out a laugh as he followed you into the room as another rumble of thunder followed a bright flash of lightning.
“Are you sure?” you asked once more, sitting on the edge of the bed hesitantly, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt as nerves began to flutter in your belly, “Like, I really, really don’t mind taking the couch.”
Eddie kneeled in front of you, tantalizing slowly, and placed his hands on your knees. Your breath caught in your throat as he gave a small smirk. What was he—?
“I swear, I will be okay on the couch,” he emphasized each word, patting your knees with the pads of his fingers as he did so. Each touch had your heart racing, ears burning, and stomach fluttering.
His face was close to yours, closer than it’s ever been, really. You noticed the warmth of his eyes, staring up into yours with such softness. The light freckles that dotted his cheeks. He had freckles? You never noticed them before. The smoothness of his skin, the curliness of his hair.
You had been staring at each other for a few moments now, neither of you saying anything. It was nice, the silence. Well, the rain was still rather loud, but the silence between the two of you was nice. Really nice.
“Right,” he shook his head, eyes darting to your lips before meeting your eyes once more, “I’ll let you get to sleep. I’m just going to be on the couch if you need anything.” The corners of his lips turned up into a small smile, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners before he stood up.
You nodded, muttering a quiet goodnight, still reeling from the close contact. He had been so close, so close. It almost felt cold now that he had moved away, now standing by the doorway.
He looked like he wanted to say something, words just sitting on the tip of his tongue, but he ended up just giving you a curt nod and closing the door behind him.
Oh my gosh.
There was no way you’d get any sleep tonight, what with the rain the the scent of Eddie’s bed. It was overwhelming, all of it, as you lifted up the blanket and tucked your legs under the sheets. You sat there pondering quietly to yourself; should you go ask him to switch again? Should you just tell him to sleep next to you? The bed was big enough, certainly. It was a double, so there was room for two bodies.
What a thought that was.
You had come here to tutor him. Teach him, help with his grades. Help him graduate. Not sleep next to him.
But it was funny how things worked out, wasn’t it?
You tried to squeeze your eyes shut, pretending that you were in your own bed, in your own room, and not ten feet away from Eddie. The heavy rain didn’t help, that was for sure. If anything, it kept you awake even more. You couldn’t drown out the noises, the shakes in the trailer. The smell. The warmth. The boy that was just in the other room.
It was going to be a long night.
Screw it, if you sat here long enough, you’d never get up. It had been nearly forty five minutes since Eddie had said goodnight and you hadn’t closed your eyes once. You couldn’t. You really couldn’t.
Here goes nothing.
You groaned, tossing the sheets off of your body. You were thankful for the long sleeved shirt as you did so, because the room was awfully chilly. Goosebumps spread across your arms and legs as you stood, socks touching the ground.
You were feeling awfully brave, but you figured it was because of how tired you were. Everyone had confidence when they were tired, right? You were just so out of it and dazed that things just… didn’t faze you as much.
The bedroom door creaked as you opened it, and you were immediately met by the light next to the couch. If the light was still on, that meant Eddie wasn’t asleep either.
“Everything okay?” he immediately sat upright once he saw you, ringed fingers twirling one of his curls. He looked so uncomfortable on the tiny couch, legs dangling off the end and upper body perched awkwardly. Guilt flooded your chest at the sight of him.
You nodded, “Yeah, uh—,” you couldn’t finish the sentence, looking everywhere except Eddie. Which was probably the most suspicious thing you could do, giving away exactly how awkward and uncomfortable your question was going to be.
“What’s up?” Eddie sat a bit straighter, “Do you want another blanket? I know it gets kind of cold. Or do you want one of those eye-cover things? I think my uncle has one—,”
“No, Eddie, I’m okay,” you cut him off, shaking your head at his rambling. He was too damn cute for his own good, he was.
His sentence trailed off at your interruption, furrowing his eyebrows., “Then… what is it?” He cocked his head to the side, looking you up and down as you stepped a tad closer to him.
He was still seated on the couch, but his feet were now touching the carpet, sitting properly as he rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer like that would help him hear you better.
“I just… I can’t sleep,” you admitted, looking down at the ground for a moment, “I don’t know if it’s the thunder or just… being in an unfamiliar place.” You sighed, wondering if he got the point. Which of course he didn’t, because you were being vague as hell.
He made a face, edging you to continue, “I just… do you want to like, I don’t know, like, just… you know—,” Oh my god, just say a word. Just say a sentence. Anything. Literally anything would be better than this.
But you didn’t have to, for Eddie stood up from the couch with a smirk on his face, “Do you maybe want some company?”
His words made your chest flush and your eyes to dart to the ceiling, a small noise of complaint leaving your lips, “Ugh, don’t look so smug. You’re making me feel like a child.”
But yes, you did indeed want his company. You had never actually slept in the same bed as a boy before, let alone a boy that you knew would scare half your family away, and the thought made a nest of angry hornets bumble about in your chest. It was nauseating. But also ridiculously exciting.
“Listen, you don’t have to,” you groaned, turning away from him, “I just thought I’d ask. Pretend I never said anything, please.”
You began to walk back to his room, wanting to just hide your face in the pillow and never look at him again. Maybe you’d crawl out the window in the morning, grab your bike and leave before he could say anything to you. Then you’d just… drop out of Hawkins High and move abroad.
Yeah, that was a good plan. A decent plan.
You barely took a step before Eddie’s hand wrapped around your wrist, his skin warm to contrast the cold touch of his rings. You stopped dead in your tracks, that nest of angry hornets completely stopping as well.
“Look at me,” Eddie’s voice was quiet, soothing, as you turned around and faced him. You didn’t even hesitate. You were goddamn putty in his hands. “If the lady wants company, then company she will get.”
A laughter escaped your throat at his words, shaking your head as you heard him laugh as well. He had a contagious laughter, he really did. Sometimes you’d hear his laughter across the cafeteria, and you wouldn’t be able to fight the stupid grin that would make its way to your lips.
“Don’t make me regret this,” you pointed a finger at him, heart hammering as you walked back into his bedroom. His fingers let go of your wrist, warm skin sadly leaving yours as he followed you in, muttering a quiet ‘not a chance.’
The reality of the situation only hit you once he stepped into the room behind you, closing the door and leaving it open just a few inches so you could hear if anyone knocked or if Eddie’s uncle came back. Which would be wildly embarrassing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to think about that now as you eyed the bed.
Eddie flopped down, one of his hands behind his head as he pat the spot next to him.
“Kind of hard to sleep when you’re standing up,” he raised his eyebrows, dimple visible, “So I’d recommend the first step; lying down.”
You scowled at him, picking the pillow and smacking him across the chest, “Ha, very funny. Eddie Munson, peak comedian. I’m in stitches.”
Slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed, you noticed the sheets were still warm from when you had cocooned yourself in here before.
“I’ll have you know I’m actually very funny,” he placed a hand over his heart, giving you a look as if to say he was offended. You rolled your eyes at him, trying your best to sneak under the covers while he was too distracted talking to you. Maybe it wouldn’t be as awkward that way.
“Hilarious,” you muttered one last time, officially scooting under the blankets and next to Eddie. He was still on top of the sheets, leaning up against the headboard as you placed your head on his pillow.
He grinned, moving down a bit so his own head was now resting on the other pillow, “The sarcasm isn’t appreciated, tutor.”
Your jaw dropped as you turned to face him, resting your head on your hand, “Woah, the formalities once again. That’s mean.”
The heavy rain seemed to now be in the back of your mind, all of your focus and attention now trained on Eddie and how close he was to you. If he was under the sheets, you were nearly a thousand percent sure that there would be some kind of contact between the two of you. Arms, knees, something.
Maybe that’s why he stayed on top; he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Or maybe it was the other way around and he wasn’t comfortable being under the blankets. Which was fine, you obviously wouldn’t pressure him. That’d be shitty on your part.
Sitting here in the comfortable silence, the quiet of his room, you didn’t feel like his tutor anymore. It felt different, intimate. You kept your fingers crossed that Max Mayfield wouldn’t see you leaving his trailer tomorrow morning — you just knew she’d tell the boys, who would then tell the rest of the Hellfire Club, who would then bring it back up to Eddie.
The thought of the word getting around that you were here, pathetically asking Eddie to sleep next to you made your skin crawl.
“The next step,” Eddie cut your thoughts short, “Is to stop thinking of random shit.” You looked over at him, taking in the way he was resting back on the pillow with his eyes closed, arms across his abdomen. “My eyes are closed but I can damn near hear your brain whirring.”
You frowned, staring back up at the ceiling, “My brain isn’t whirring, thank you very much.” He let out a laugh at your defensive tone, adjusting himself slightly so his legs could rest straight without hanging off the end of the bed.
“Just try and sleep,” he sounded amused, causing your frown to deepen as you closed your eyes.
You felt so much calmer with him next to you. Like his presence brought comfort, causing your muscles to relax and your breathing to even. You were surprised, actually. You thought that once he was next to you, you’d actually have a heart attack.
But it seemed Eddie felt the same — he was silent, comfortable, and zoning out quicker than you expected.
A grin made its way to your lips as you let out a content sigh, snuggling further into the pillow and finally, finally dozing off.
The rain had stopped. That’s how you knew it was the morning.
It was quiet, the light pouring in through behind the dusty curtains. There wasn’t a single noise. Nothing outside, no birds, no walking around the trailer, meaning Eddie’s uncle wasn’t back.
Holy shit.
Eddie.
Your eyes shot open, body nearly jerking upright as you remembered that he was in the same bed as you.
There was a weight over your abdomen, your eyes slowly moving down to see what it could be. Eddie’s arm, tattooed and warm, was resting across your waist.
Your heart summersaulted as you took in the sight and turned to look at his face.
He was out cold, facing you. His hair was tickling your shoulder, long eyelashes brushing the apples of his cheeks as he slept. He was under the blankets now, cozied up and looking more peaceful than you’ve ever seen. You were too tired, too zoned out to actually realize what was happening. That you were here, practically cuddled up to him.
The only thing you did was break into a small smile before closing your eyes, scooting a tad closer to him and feeling yourself fall back into what was possibly the best sleep of your life.
summary || robin and steve were able to snag eddie munson a job at Family Video and it just so happens that the person of his dreams would be a regular customer.
author’s notes || i refuse to believe vol 2 just happened so here’s a fluffy fic where eddie is most certainly alive
warnings || season 4 vol 2 spoilers, fluff
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“Does it always feel this weird?”
Robin tapped her finger on the table, bored out of her mind. “Does what feel weird?”
Summary: Best Friend!Eddie Munson is more experienced than you and you ask him to help you out.
Word Count: 6.8k
Note: in this fic you and Eddie are both 18 and Eddie hasn’t failed (yet? Maybe in this au he won’t? I want that boy to be happy).
Dedicated to @millenialcatlady and @theoncrayjoy ♥️
Also, as of when I post this at 6pm PT on 7/1 I have yet to watch the final two episodes of the season which have dropped so PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL FOR 24 HOURS AT LEAST LOL.
Warnings: NSFW, drug use, fingering, dirty talk, self-doubt and a lil teenage awkwardness (both are 18 though), PIV sex
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“You ever touch yourself?”
“Excuse the fuck out of me?” Your response comes out as an incredulous chuckle.
You’re sitting on the bed of your best friend Eddie Munson, hand frozen outstretched to take the blunt he was offering you. You look down at the girly magazine in your lap, the one you had just been lazily criticizing him about. A centerfold gazes back up at you teasingly, her abnormally round breasts jutting out without shame as her back arches up from a tacky cheetah skin rug.
“Touch yourself. Do you?” Eddie waves the smoking blunt in your face till you pluck it from his hand. You busy yourself taking a long drag - longer than usual - to buy yourself time. As you hold the smoke in your lungs, Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Easy there, tiger.”
You exhale harshly with a cough, immediately feeling your head begin to rush.
How about some slow sweet, early mornin' loving for our Eddie boy? Or on the other side, dirty rough bathroom stall at a concert smut?
The bathroom stall at a concert got me 🥵 Let’s be real, Eddie would totally be into that
Warning: pure smut, public sex
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Eddie didn't peg you for the type of girls who had sex in public places, but the idea of getting railed at a concert had been haunting your head for weeks. The thrill of sneaking to a cramped bathroom stall and getting railed while one of your favorite bands played made you ten times horny-er.
''I gotta pee.''
Eddie nodded, then guided you out of the crowd. He was bummed to have to leave his really great spot in the pit, but you needed to pee and he wasn't going to let his girl go alone to the bathroom. Not at a concert out of town where horrible things he didn't want to think about could happen to you. Not when you were wearing a short dress and looking like a metalhead's wet dream.
You followed the bathroom signs and Eddie stood by the door to wait there for you to pee, but you pulled him in with you.
He followed with a frown on his face. ''What are you-''
You cut him off with a kiss, slipping your tongue past his lips and pulling his body flush with yours. ''I don't need to pee. I need you to fuck me.'' Your hands slipped down to his ass and you gave it a squeeze, making Eddie groan.
He could've come right there and then from how turned on your words got him.
His lips curled into an excited smug grin and he pushed you into a stall and locked it.
Seconds later, Eddie's pants were pulled down right below his ass and your dress was hoisted up, panties pulled to the side and legs hooked around Eddie's waist as he thrusted into you. One of his hands holding onto the stall for grip and the other under your thigh to hold you up, his rhythm erratic and desperate. You were holding onto Eddie's shoulders as loud moans, pants and groans left both your lips, their sound muffled by the loud instruments of the band playing in the amphitheater.
It wasn't the most practical position, but the bathroom stall was very small and narrow and did not allow a lot of maneuvers.
You traveled your hands in his hair, your head tossed back as he slammed himself into you, deep moans alternated with raging, animalistic screams coming from Eddie's lips. The poor bathroom stall wall was shaking at every thrusts, leaving no room for wrong assumptions of your activities to any passerby bathroom users.
You tugged wildly at his hair as your body spasmed, tight, wet walls clamping down on his dick. Recognizing your body language, Eddie knew you were close. With one last cry of your lover's name and an imprint of your fingernails in Eddie's shoulder, you came, legs shaking as your orgasm ran through your body.
With another thrust, Eddie felt himself spill into your body, his hand gripping tightly the stall to keep his footing.
You caught your breaths, then Eddie helped you get down, smiling like a madmen because you just had sex in a bathroom stall at a Metallica concert. He tucked himself back in his pants and pulled them up while you fixed yourself.
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