When You Wake Up, Will You Walk Out? Table of Contents
Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader (note: reader is over the age of 18)
18+; MINORS DNI!
When your boyfriend leaves you for another girl, Eddie is there to pick up the pieces. A one-night stand turns into an affair. It’s just a bit of fun - at least, it is until Eddie starts to fall for you.
🖋 work in progress | 🏁 completed work | 🥰 fluff | 🌶 smut | 🥺 angst | ⚠️ contains trigger warnings | 1️⃣ one-shot | 📖 multiple chapters | 📜 old fic (likely has grammatical errors/lower quality)
Hellraiser - Ruler of the Upside Down!Vampire!Eddie Munson x GN!Reader 🥺⚠️📖
After the funeral, you return to the Upside Down to retrieve your boyfriend Eddie’s body. When you arrive, you are elated to find that he has somehow survived. But he has been in the Upside Down for far longer than expected, and in that time something dark and sinister has changed him.
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When You Wake Up, Will You Walk Out? - Eddie Munson x Female!Cheerleader!Reader 🖋🌶🥺📖 (18+; minors dni!)
When your boyfriend leaves you for another girl, Eddie is there to pick up the pieces. A one-night stand turns into an affair. It’s just a bit of fun - at least, it is until Eddie starts to fall for you.
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Home Sweet Home - Eddie Munson x Female!Cheerleader!Reader 🏁1️⃣🥰
Your best friend Eddie agrees to go to the homecoming dance with you. The only problem? He doesn’t know how to dance. You offer to teach him and long-buried feelings arise.
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Breathing Lessons - Steve Harrington x GN!Makeup-wearing!Reader 🏁1️⃣🥺
When you start having a panic attack in the middle of the school day, Steve Harrington is the one to follow and comfort you.
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Guilty As Charged - Jim Hopper x Female!Drunk!Reader🏁1️⃣🥰
When Hopper rebuffs your drunken advances at a bar, you start flirting with another man in front of him. Jealous and concerned about your level of inebriation, Jim stops you from going home with the man and drives you home himself.
cherry bomb - 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. (18+)
fan behavior - it’s not expected of the head cheerleader to go to the run-down bar to watch eddie munsons’ band. but it’s also not expected of the two of you to ever meet. and what can eddie do, ignore his number one fan? (18+)
take a chance on me - eddie munson is in love with you. and he refuses to let a little date set up by a guy who probably doesn’t even know your favorite movie ruin his chance of getting with you. (18+)
our last summer - it's not hatred that looms between you and eddie, but it sure feels like it. maybe a charged summer night may be able to clear a few things up. (18+)
munson's whipped! - eddie munson is good at doing a lot of things, though it doesn't look like it. his only weakness? you.
summary: it's not hatred that looms between you and eddie, but it sure feels like it. maybe a charged summer night may be able to clear a few things up.
fic warnings (mdni 18+): reader is over 18, enemies to lovers, cunnilingus, cum eating, blow jobs, heavy making out, fingering, teasing, mentions of weed, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, soft eddie for the win
There are about forty billion planets in the milky way galaxy that could support life. Planets far beyond what human understanding could reach, and hold the capability of supporting life far better than earth could. Yet, somehow, with your luck, the planet you seemed to be stuck on just so happened to be the same one with Eddie Munson.
Eddie Munson and his rings resemble every single thing you hated about him; his flare, his over-the-top persona, his all-around charismatic nature. He never seemed to brush his hair, his tattoos were already bleeding into his skin, and his shirt was always halfway tucked into his ripped jeans. He always drove his van recklessly into the school parking lot, his music on blast as you muttered angrily to yourself that this was a public place.
“Keep it down, Munson. Can practically feel my ears bleeding.” You’d tell him every time, your words are hidden behind a fake sneer as you grasp onto the straps of your bag, your lips curling upwards as he jumps out from the driver’s side, his hair in its usual hectic nature as he tilts his head to the side.
“Then how’d you know I was coming?” He’d answer back, the door slamming shut as he walked away, your brows furrowing into a seething glow, your nose wrinkling as you walked away, his own angry mumbling reaching your ears as the two of you go at acting like it was only hatred that caused these interactions to occur.
It was years of this constant back and forth bickering that everybody seemed to pick up on, the bantering between you and the supposed “Devil of Hawkins” that never stopped and had no means of ending. And for many, it was confusing how you, the top girl of your class, graduating as number one, could even busy yourself with clashing with the club leader of the Hellfire Club, but even you nor Eddie had an answer to how this all started. The only thing the two of you could mutually agree on was the fact that one day he ticked you off and he never stopped doing things to push your buttons.
“Off to castrate another devil worshiper? Who’s it this time? Wheeler?” He’d ask, watching as you’d roll your eyes, walking past him in the near-empty hallway, finding your locker as you slammed it open. He heard a huff of annoyance escape your lips, and he grinned knowing that he could perhaps be the only one who could break your picture-perfect attitude.
“You’re next on my list, Munson.” You’d say through gritted teeth, biting back a smile as you shove your notebooks back into your bag, ignoring the curious gazes of the on-lookers as they observe your interaction with the spawn of satan just as they always seemed to do.
But, in all honesty, Eddie Munson wasn’t even that bad.
Sure, you hated how he always walked like he knew he was better than everyone. You really just despised how his cologne smells much too good for the likes of him but had it not been for his obnoxiously loud music that played right next to where you were parked and how he barely showed up to group projects, Eddie wasn’t the worst person to have graced Hawkins.
In fact, you kind of liked his tattoos. You could see some peeking out from the confines of his white hellfire shirt, and some of you yearned to see them to their fullest. And though his hair was a crazy mess on top of his head, his curls seemed perfectly tamed, just enough so they never tangled. His hands seemed gentle, and his smile was soft.
And the only times you saw him were at school, so it’s not as though you ever had to put up this facade for that much once you went home. You could argue as much as you wanted in the parking lot, in the halls, in class, whatever reached the limits of Hawkin’s High, but the two of you seemed to have an unspoken agreement that whatever thing it was that was happening between the two of you if should stick to the confines of the infamous building.
So that’s why when you saw him at Chrissy’s party you suddenly felt particularly queasy.
Leaning against the wall, his arm crossed over his chest as he was deep in conversation with one of his friends. You were shocked to see both of them here when half the school insisted that they were not to be meddled with. And you could see how people strayed away, a little circle collecting around them, backs turned as the students tried their best to ignore them. But fuck, you could feel your heart pounding just a bit quicker at the sight of his smudged eyeliner, the rings that littered his fingers, and the jacket he wore over his shoulders. He was simply gorgeous, unrightfully so, and it didn’t take much in you to admit that.
“What?” Your friend felt your hands squeeze hers more roughly, “Yeah, I know it smells like that beer you hate but…” She trailed off when her eyes found what you were looking at, her lips pressing into a thin line as she noted your uneasy expression.
“Why’s he even here?” You muttered, your friend having to lean down to catch your words as a childish sulk made its way onto your face.
“You do know that Chrissy buys her shit from him, right?”
In the way your eyes widened in obvious shock, she guessed that you didn’t know.
“Damn, you seem to know every little thing about him, don’t know how you missed this one.” She says, trying to lighten the darkened mood as you roll your eyes, pulling away from her as you move around the kitchen island, grabbing a bottle of water for yourself as you begin to chug it down.
“I don’t know everything about him.” You try to argue lamely as the water trickles down your chin. The both of you knew that was a lie, but she just shrugs, looking back into the crowd as her smile widens when she spots somebody.
“Holy shit, Buckley’s here…” She looked back at you, a sort of pleading and desperation look overtaking her features as she began to pout, already telling you enough as the water bottle crinkles in your hand.
“Shoot your shot,” You murmur with fake dejection, not able to control your little grin as you watch her face light up as she beams, “Meet me at the door at ten, though. Swear to god, don’t leave me here, okay?”
“I’ll be back! Promise!” She exclaims almost instantly, giving you a quick hug as she squeezed your back, shooting you a big, goofy smile as she quickly disappears into the thick of the crowd as you lean against the counter, picking at the wrapping of your bottle as you sink into yourself.
When it came to preferences, you preferred your home or even a movie. The mall was out of the question, seeing that it burned down, but even that was better than the congested state of whatever these parties were. The smell of sweat and cigars was thick enough to choke on, and most of the time you found yourself nauseous at the end of them.
“Looks like you’re about to puke yourself.”
Your hands gripped at the bottle just a little bit tighter at the drawl of the familiar voice, your pose growing rigid as your eyes darted to the side, widening just a bit as you saw him standing there, leaning his hips against the island opposite to you.
“‘Cause you walked in, Munson.” You say with a bite, bringing up the bottle back up to your lips as you take a hefty sip, suddenly becoming incredibly parched under the onslaught of his heavy gaze.
He snorts, fiddling with the rings that littered his skin as he watched you under his hooded eyes.
“Thought you never came to these things. Shouldn’t you be at home, studying? Don’t you have like, what, five scholarships lined up?” He cracks open his own bottle, and you try your best to look away as you watch his adam's apple bob up and down as he drinks.
“Try ten, Munson,” You correct, a small grin on your lips as he huffs out a tiny laugh, “And I don’t have any exams left. So…” You open your arms up, motioning to the party surrounding you, “Here I am.”
“What joy.” He said to himself, under his breath as you rolled your eyes at his statement.
“Why are you here though? You never struck me as the - well, the type, really. With the, y’know, whole spiel of not conforming to modern practices.” You ask, leaning your back on the wall as you make sure not to bump into any of the picture frames behind you.
He smirked, tucking a strand of his unruly hair behind his ear as he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.
“Yeah, well,” He nudged a stray beer cap with the tip of his boot, “Wanted one last hurrah before I leave this…hellhole. And who am I to pass off at a party thrown by our very own queen of Hawkins High?”
“Careful there. Say hellhole again and people’ll think you’re gonna start doing some human sacrifices.”
Eddie chuckles, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he nods, a boyish grin making its way onto his face.
“If I do, you’re next on my list.”
You smile, lips tugging upwards as he mimics your words from a couple of weeks back. You find it both terribly annoying that you still managed to remember, and that he never seemed to forget the little things the two of you would say to each other.
“If you’re wondering, yes, these are new tattoos. Thanks for wondering.” Eddie quips, his voice laced with mockery as your stare jumps back to his face, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
“Huh…those are tattoos?” You say, picking at your nail as you taunt, “Thought you gave one of your hellfire friends a sharpie and told ‘em to go crazy.”
His smile drops back into a scowl, and you grin triumphantly once again as he grumbles to himself. Your hands drop to your sides, the bottle bouncing off of your thigh as you look back into the crowd, in search of your friend though you find her to your dismay. You guess she’s probably off in the congested space talking Robin’s ear off.
“Oh, come on Munson, don’t look so defeated. A couple of weeks from now and you’ll be free of me.”
And though your words were meant to offer him some peace of mind, they only cloud yours more. You should be happy. You should be pumping your fist in the air, glad to be away from him and the countless hours spent disputing with him. So why did it feel so longingly sad? As though you were losing a small piece of yourself? You knew that leaving Hawkin’s behind for college was going to hurt, but that’s because you had friends, family, and places you were going to miss.
Who was Eddie Munson to you for you to feel this way?
Eddie pursed his lips, staring at you as you quirked a brow, a small, pitiful smile on your lips as you tried to hold them back from wobbling. It was all too much, the sudden and impending realization that there was nobody like Eddie Munson that could make your heart churn and yearn at the same time.
“I know…don’t remind me.” He means it sarcastically, but even he can’t stop the grimace that makes its way onto his face when he admits it out loud.
You’d been reminding him all year. He doesn’t need tonight, his night of supposed relaxation, to be tainted with the oncoming actuality that you were going to leave and were probably never going to come back.
You hated him, you would tell yourself, but you didn't hate him because of his behavior, his loud music, or his constant parade of bleak vitriols. You hated how above everybody else, he was the only person who could make you forget who you were when you were with him, acting like a damn fool in love as you tried to hide it all behind a pathetic excuse of a facade.
“Why the long face? Worried I’ll somehow track you down even from Massachusetts?”
“Not likely,” He chuckles, rubbing at his jaw, looking as though he was deep in thought, debating on whether or not he should say what was on his mind. He gave a lifeless laugh as he shook his head, “Y’know… I’m actually kinda worried that you’ll find another Eddie Munson while you’re away.”
The bottle in your hand almost fell as your eyes widened at his words, your body going slack as you watched him pick at his jacket, a habit you had picked up on whenever he felt anxious, or nervous.
“Another Eddie Munson?”
“Yeah,” He says through a curt laugh, tilting his chin up so that he could look at you more clearly, “What if there’s somebody in that snotty school that’s more tatted than I am…sets you off like I do?”
“It’s not the tattoos that set me off, Munson, it’s you.”
He raises a brow at that, his lips threatening to pull into a smile as he rests his shoulder on the wall, turning sideways as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Me?” He laughs, not quite believing your confession as his tongue prods at his cheek, “Pray tell, just what about me does it for you? The hair, the eyes…my witty charm?” He’s testing, teasing you just as he always does. He wants to see you break, so you move out of the tight mold you’ve put yourself in for the entirety of your life. But you know what he’s trying to do, you can always read him like an open book, so you decide to indulge him.
“Now, Munson, I’m sure you don’t want me ruining your ego on the night of your…last hurrah.” You say through a smirk and watch him as he shrugs, looking unbothered by it as he motions for you to continue.
“I can take a hit.”
You snort, sighing deeply as you shake your head in a way that screams you did warn him as you set your bottle down, mimicking his movements as you cross your arms, tapping your foot on the ground as you squint.
“Your music, for one. It’s obnoxiously noisy, and you never turn it down,” You pause, waiting to see if he was going to argue but he was just waiting for you to continue, so you obliged, “You always showed up late to our group project for O'Connell's class, a-and even when you came you always managed to distract everybody there. Three, the hellfire club room used to be our room-”
“Decathlon had six members, it was never going to last.” He interrupted you as he heard you give an exasperated sigh, rubbing your forehead as you shake your head in annoyance.
“Hellfire has seven!” You exclaim and he pauses, looking somewhere as he counted all of your club members on one hand and then yours on the other. You watched as he then gave you a sheepish and apologetic grin.
You shake your head, clearing all of your tights as you take a step closer, no longer trying to sugar coat your words.
“You’re loud - I could never focus when I was trying to eat my lunch in peace. You always parked your car just close enough to my spot so that I could barely get into it. You’ve almost run me over ten, no…twelve times, of which you have never apologized for. You always smoke near me even though I’ve told you the smell makes my head hurt-”
“W-whoa, hold on,” He said with a forced laugh, his arms widening tighter together as his brows crease, “You’ve never told me that.”
You pause, mouth half open as you try to look back into all the times you’ve talked to him.
“I didn’t?”
“Wouldn’t have done it if you told me, sweetheart.” There he goes with that damn name, the same that made your legs weak and heart churn. You hated that a simple nickname could have such an effect on you, so strong that it almost made you forget what you were talking about.
“Oh, um, well, thanks…I guess,” You murmur, looking embarrassed as he raises his eyebrows at you. You look away, your body flushing under his gaze as you bite on your cheek, continuing with your rambling, “That’s - that’s not the point. Listen, Munson, what I’m trying to say is even if I miraculously - with my infinite amount of luck - found a six-foot, dungeons and dragons playing weed seller in college, none of them could match up to your…splendor.”
“My splendor?” He repeats with a chuckle, teasing you as you groan, trying to hide your winching face away from view.
“Yes…splendor. Splendor can mean surprising - surprising in a bad way - and you, Munson,” Your finger points at his chest, “Never fail to surprise me with what you do. You buzzed off your hair the night before the talent show. You can speak fluent French even though you haven’t turned up to a single lesson. You apparently deal with Chrissy….” You slightly pout, your voice quieter as you move a piece of trash with your shoe, “...do you?”
“Customer confidentiality.” He said smugly as you groan, mumbling nonsense underneath your breath as you wave your finger at him.
“You weren’t being very confidential when you told me that you dealt with that guy from the basketball team.” You try to argue and he can only look away, pick at his nails as he lets out a deep breath through his nose. He heaved a sigh, his curls falling into his face as he looked back up at you, his eyes round, warm, the exact thing that first made you fall for him.
“Is that all?”
You stutter, clearly not expecting this reaction as you slowly nod.
“W-well, yes. But I’m sure more will come to me later.”
He grins, nodding in agreement as he digs through the pocket of his jacket, pulling out something as he closes his fist around it.
“You let me know if anything pops up, yeah?” He dangles his car keys in front of you, “Next time, though. This party’s beginning to get too crowded, and I think somebody just said they think I’m gonna start performing a seance so…” He clicked his tongue against his teeth, “I’ll take it as my cue to leave.”
There’s a sinking feeling in your chest as he says that, a part of you wanting to reach out and tell him to stay because even though you just listed off everything a normal person would hate to hear about themselves, you knew he had a list double the length about you. You knew you had hours of things you could tell him about, things that you’ve wanted to for months, years, but were too fucking scared to admit out loud.
But almost as though he could read your mind, (you guessed he could after knowing you for so long), he spoke, stopping you in your train of thoughts.
“D’you need a ride home?” It was a casual question, simple enough to get a simple answer, but it was enough to send your heart into another spiel of mindless thinking, thoughts flooding your head as you cluelessly sputtered.
“I…” You look into the crowd, narrowing your eyes as you try to look for the familiar mop of red hair only to find her talking with Robin, a gleeful smile on their faces as they conversed about something you couldn’t hear, “Yeah…actually,” You sighed as your shoulder sank, a sign of you giving up, “I’ll be back.”
You weave past him with that as you plunge into the thickness of the students, bumping past elbows and bodies as you let out a flood of hurried apologies, reaching her familiar back as you tap her shoulder. You don’t have time to prepare yourself as she whips around, searching for who it was until they settle upon you.
‘H-hey!” She says, trying to speak over the loud volume of the people screaming around the two of you, “This is Robin!” She points to her even though you’ve already shared a couple of classes with her in the past. The two of you give each other an awkward smile and wave as you look back at your friend.
“I know, we had bio together last year! Hey, Jess, I’m a bit tired and I found a ride home. Thanks for inviting me…but I’m leaving!” You yell, your voice growing hoarse as her eyes widen in both shock and confusion at how in the span of half an hour you managed to get close enough to someone to drive you home.
“Who’s giving you the ride?” She exclaimed, apologizing to Robin as she gave you her full attention, the people around you giving glances at her loud outburst.
“It’s nobody that you know, don’t worry,” You say awkwardly as you give her a wave, “Have fun, bye.” You wince, trying to leave to no avail as she tightly grips your wrist, watching as her eyes rake over where she last left you, falling on Eddie as she watches him eyeing the door.
“Holy shit…now way…Munson?” She screamed, the name garnering more attention as people looked over at the two of you, heat burning at your face as you wish she could just quiet down a little bit.
“No,” You lie as she looks at you as though she was scolding you, “Alright - fine, yes. Don’t worry though - if he kills me, you’ll know he did it,” Her hand tightens at your weak joke and you can only muster up an apologetic shrug, “Just…enjoy your time, don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” You squeeze her hand as you wrangle out her grip, giving her another smile as she mirrors yours with a confused one. You push past others as they art, walking over to where Eddie was standing as you tugged on his jacket.
“Hurry up Munson,” You titter, watching him jump a little by surprise as he finds you next to him, “My feet hurt, my neck is sweaty and I feel like I’m about to throw up. ”
He can only laugh nervously, hoping that the last part was a fib as he leads you towards the front door. You can practically feel the eyes of people drilling into your back as the two of you walk through the denseness of the crowd. People almost move away from him, not realizing you were there with him as they murmur curiously with one another.
He opens the door with a creak, extending his arms out as he waits for you.
“Ladies first.” He said, grinning as you grumbled under your breath, still going first as he followed after you, shutting the door behind him as you skipped down the steps of the house, hearing his shoe clunk in the background as you scan the vast neighborhood full of cars.
“Pretty sure you know which one is mine.”
And though you hate admitting he was right, he was, because you could immediately pick it out in the sea of all the others.
Even though you don’t voice it, Eddie takes the initiative as he walks towards it, taking longer strides than you as he unlocks the door. He opens it up just as he had done seconds ago, giving you that damn smile as he waited for you to catch up.
“Don’t look scared, she works pretty well,” Eddie says as he hauls himself up, settling in his own seat as he jams his keys in, the van roaring to life as his usual music comes on, flooding your ears as you think too soon.
“My house is down-”
“Down the road, to the left, last house till the cul de sac.” He finishes, not looking over at you as he fiddles with the sound, turning down the volume as you let out a breath of relief. That is until the confusion settles in as you wait for him to explain how he knows where you live.
“What?” He’s startled by the abrupt silence, almost expecting a thank you for accommodating your bland music taste as he looks up, catching your wide-eyed stare as his mouth falls open in an embarrassed chuckle, “Oh…that. Well, you were sick for a couple of days during O’Connell’s project, remember? And I wanted to drop off some things ‘cause I knew you’d come back to drag me by my hair if nobody filled you in on what was happening.”
“Still doesn’t explain how you have my address, Munson.”
“I asked your red-head friend for it. She seemed…willing to give it,” She shrugs, shooting you another grin as heat flares across your face, “Guess she never told you, huh?”
You can only shake your head, embarrassed as he chuckles, tutting as he shakes his head, the van moving as you grip the seats. Jess only told you that she dropped it off when you called, confused about the organized packed box of papers. She didn’t explain much, sounding far too enthusiastic for somebody who supposedly just dropped off homework.
The two of you don’t say anything, letting the dim sounds of Ozzy travel through your two bodies, and circle back until it becomes the only thing you could hear; aside from the blood thumping in your ear. It was a strange calm that washed over you as you watched him tap his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the song, too focused on the road in front of him as his lashes fluttered against the soft skin of his cheek. Houses pass by you as he turns the corner, the asphalt crunching under the tires as you look out the window.
“There,” You mutter suddenly, and Eddie leans into his seat, squinting as he looks to where you were pointing and he clicks his tongue as the familiar house comes into view, looking just as it did months ago when he dropped by.
He slows the van down, his foot easing on the brakes as he pulls up to your house, the drive here was far too short, shorter than you remembered it being as he abruptly stops. You look out, staring at your house as you heave a swallow, your fingers trailing up to the handle as you struggle to find yourself to open the door.
“This one, right?” He asks, his voice almost inaudible as you nod, your fingers tracing little patterns onto the material of the door.
“Thanks…Munson.” You’re able to bite out, pulling at the handle as the door pops open, the night air hitting you in the face as you look back at him, offering him a curt smile as he gives you a little nod.
You’re about to hop out, your head screaming for you to stay, to tell him everything that’s been slowly bubbling up in you over the years. But before you’re able to get anything out, he cuts you off.
“I’m parched,” He says, “D’you have anything to drink?”
And just like that, everything dies down as you groan in annoyance, shooting him a look as you perk your brow.
“No funny business, okay, Munson?”
He crosses his heart, his palm over his chest as he holds three fingers up.
“Scouts honor.”
You roll your eyes at his corniness, opening up the door, and jump out as Eddie follows in suit. You can hear his keys jangling behind you as he locks his door, his boots crunching on the gravel as he rounds over his van, standing beside you as he waits for you to lead him up to the door.
Fishing out the keys from your pocket, you grumble as he whistles under his breath, a song you can’t quite place as you jam it into the keyhole, turning it to the right as the door opens. You’re greeted to the darkness of your house, and you wince as your hands play with the light switches, finally getting one that illuminates the living room and kitchen as you walk inside, looking behind at Eddie as he turns his head to take in the house, looking almost apprehensive to come inside.
“My parents aren’t here if that’s what you’re wondering.” You say as you drop the keys into the bowl on the coffee table, taking off your shoes as you point to him, wanting him to do the same. Even if your parents weren't home you didn't want anything muddy being tracked inside.
“Fridge is over there,” You jut your chin to the fridge as he turns his head as you shed off your jacket, “Help yourself to whatever.”
He grins, his eyes wrinkling around the corners as he gives you a thumbs up. You busy yourself with turning on the other lights, the house coming back alive as you hear him rummaging around until he gives a satisfied noise. You can see him as he takes out a bottle of water, opening it up as he drinks, never stopping until he chugged it all.
It crinkles in his hand as he looks for the trash, throwing it away as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand.
“You know what, I just remembered. It’s your voice,” You say, scrunching up your nose as you look up, his startled eyes finding yours as you continue, “It ticks me off.”
His brows furrowed together as he swallowed the remaining water, his lips pulling up into a little sneer as he shakes his head in disbelief. You look serious, with the way your arms are crossed, holding your stance like you couldn’t have said anything better to seal the night.
“Yeah?” He nods, pursing his lips together as he shrugs, deciding that there was no better time and place to do this. He thought that after all these years, maybe tonight the two of you could actually grow up a bit and mature, but Eddie knew you would never back down and he was never raised to be a quitter, “You know what ticks me off? It’s your attitude, sweetheart.”
Your eyes twitch a bit, an incredulous laugh falling from your lips as your teeth grind together. He takes a set forward, leaving the kitchen as he comes nearer to the living zoom, his gaze dead set on you as you refuse to back down. You knew you could never act rationally near him, Eddie Munson just brought out a different side to you.
“I despise your rings.” It’s a lie you have to bite out because you love his rings more than anything.
He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he instinctively goes to fidget with them, turning each one around as he takes another step closer as you confidently (fake confidence, if anything) stand your ground.
“And I loathe that dainty little necklace you wear. Looks like it could snap any fucking second.”
You swallow, your mouth running dry as the lights almost seem to dim, his cologne wafting around you so much so that it almost dries you deliriously, the scent far too much as he inches closer to your body. The seconds tick by faster yet the minutes seem to slow down as you puff out little breaths of air.
Your gaze jumps from his hands, the finger interred in jewelry as they trail back up to his face, his eyes darker than before you can practically feel yourself getting weaker the closer he gets.
“I detest the way you do your hair.” Your ability to get out is pathetic, but how could you when he’s only breathing away from you, everything in your system seemingly about to crash as your blood roars loudly in your ears. You can barely hear your heart pumping, let alone anything else that’s going to fall from his lips.
“I hate that you’re leaving in two months.”
Your heart stops as the usual smile falls from his face. You can’t breathe, can’t think as he steps a little closer, and you knew you only craved for him to only come closer.
You shake your head, eyes darting away from his deep stare as they focus on the wall, taking a long pause and an even longer minute as you look back at him.
“I hate that you’re the only Eddie Munson I’ll ever meet.”
Your words still over the two of you, your chest heaving up and down as you stare each other down, your minds working as one as eyes dart from lips to hands to everything you could possibly think of.
You can hear him let out a deep groan, his eyes shutting for a second, deep in thought. They open back up with clear hunger written all over them as he throws it all away, taking the final step forward as your feet stumble out from beneath you. And you surely would have fallen if not for his hands supporting your back as his lips quickly collide with yours. It’s fast and messily urgent how he moves against you, how sinfully wet it is as he laps up your taste, the unknown sweetness that is solely you as he slots you up against the wall. His free hand cradles your head, careful not to hurt you as he grows restless, craning his neck to the side so that he can kiss you with even more fever.
You can only whimper as his teeth nip at your lips, hips tongue coming out to taste you as you grow to mush in his hold, tilting your jaw up to the side as you search for him again, for the aftertaste of weed and mints that lay on his tongue. He was addictive, more addictive than a drug, and you knew that you would never be the same without this.
“You’re a pain in my ass,” He murmurs against your skin, lapping at your tongue, meshing with your teeth as you whine, “And…” His hand comes up to cradle your chin, moving it the way he wanted as he moves down, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down your heated skin as his nose nudges at your jaw, “You drive me crazy whenever I see you. All your talk of how I’m too loud and too cocky,” His brown eyes, still as gentle as they always were as his rings rub against your neck, his eyes boring into yours as his heart thumbs widely against his chest, “But…as nice as it sounds, I don’t think I could ever imagine a single fucking day where you’re not in it.”
You wince, heart throbbing as he sloppily kisses down the column of your neck, his movements longing though covered in a false sense of confidence as he nips, biting little marks all over you, anywhere his lips can reach so that tomorrow you wake up and never forget what he told you the night before.
The dull pain of your head thumping against the wall has nothing in comparison to how all your emotions are bundled into one big mess as you watch Eddie needily tug at your shirt, his hands roaming the expanse of your stomach and hips as he commits your softness to memory.
“I hate you, Eddie,” You falter, your words meaningless but it causes him to stop, his eyes growing with instant worry as he watches your lip tremble, “I hate that you’re so gorgeous I can barely think clearly around you. I hate your perfect smile and how you make me feel when you call me sweetheart, even if you do it to make me mad,” You say as your laugh is short, hurt as you try to find his hands tugging him closer to your chest as you pull him to another kiss, trying to convey a thousand emotions into it as his nose pressed against yours. You can feel his fingers grip at your waist, holding onto you as though you were his only lifeline, “A-and most of all, Eddie…I hate that I can never - never hate you, no matter how hard I fucking try.”
He huffs out a pained laugh, his hands coming up to both sides of your face as his thumbs create two parentheses around the sides of your lips as he kisses you again, his hair ticking your cheeks as you smile weakly at the tingly sensation.
“Don’t say shit like that…” He murmurs, his smile faltering for a second because he can’t believe that this is really happening, you are really here in his arms, telling him the words he had always longed to hear, “Makes guys all sappy ‘n shit.” His voice is thick, almost as though he wanted to laugh but couldn’t.
You bite back the choked sound that comes from your throat, try to control the glossiness of your eyes as you hold onto his arms, helping him as your shirt falls to the ground, the air biting at your skin as he works to unclasp your bra.
“Holy…shit,” He licks at his lips as he stares childishly at your bare chest, his cheeks flushing a dark red as he rubs at the back of his neck, gaping so much that you felt like something was wrong until he muttered, “Prettiest fucking girl I’ve ever seen.” His fingers trail down your neck and to your breasts, your eyes fluttering shut as he curiously toys with them, flicking your nipple as you grip at his wrists.
“Should have said it sooner, y’know.” Your hands fall to his shoulders, playing with his soft curls as you give him a lopsided grin. He moves his hands away from your chest, no matter how much it pains him to do so, as he rubs at your bare shoulders.
“Said what, sweetheart?” He coos, pressing a chaste kiss to the edge of your lips as he moves up, kissing your cheek with such tenderness and care that you almost melt right there. He moves up, kissing your cheekbone, your forehead, until he comes back down to you, his thumb holding your face as carefully as he could.
“That I hated your rings,” You let out a pretty giggle as he sighs, rolling his eyes as he playfully bites at your neck, his hands buying themselves somewhere on your hips as you shrug, “‘S working out pretty well in my opinion.”
“Think I’m actually gonna have to agree with you for once.”
You smile giddily as he works at your jeans, looking up to make sure you were okay with it as you gave him a quick nod, helping him as you looped each leg out. Your demeanor suddenly changes, though, when his fingers delicately loop around the material of your panties, until he suddenly stops.
“What?” You asked, worried as he looked up to you, his lips quivering for a second as he pulled at the hem.
“Lace panties? Oh look,” He flicked his finger over the front, “It even has a little bow.”
You groan, covering your face with your hands as your body heats up in embarrassment, his chuckles barely reaching your ears as he pats your thigh, a silent apology as you lightly smack his shoulder.
“Not like I’m complaining, sweetheart…‘s fucking hot.” He says cheekily, tugging them down as you quietly whine, the cold air hitting your bare pussy. You watch him as he kneels, making a soft thump on the ground as he glances up, his chin hounding at your knees as your hands move to grip his head.
“What’s wrong,” He quips with a teasing smile, noting the way your eyes were shifting as little puffs of air hit your aching cunt, the sensation surely going to drive you insane as his hand moves down to grip your ankle, “Too much f’you?”
He knew he was simply just poking more as you huffed, your hands winding tighter in his hair as you try not to smile stupidly at his words. And he doesn’t need to hear much from you as he gingerly takes a hold, moving your right leg up and onto his shoulder as he moves around a little bit more in his seat, situating his head as he slowly places delicate kisses on the inside of your thighs, each one wetter and longer than the one before as he grumbles something under his breath about how soft you were.
“Damn, Y/n, you’re so fucking messy,” He groans as he notes the wetness dripping down your thighs, “S-shit, fuck, s’wet, so fucking wet….can’t even talk straight when I’m around you,” He mutters into your skin as he grips both of your thighs, the coldness of his rings biting at your heated skin as you pant when his lips get closer to where you want him, “Where d’you want me, sweetheart,” His rests his chin on the meat of your thigh as he looks up at you, just so close to your bare mound yet you can barely talk as his fingers draw little circles onto your ankles, “Come on, use that mouth of yours.”
Your fingers tug at his curls a little tighter, a small warning as you squirm around, uneven breaths leaving your chest as you whine.
“F-fuck, Eds,” You gnaw on your lip as his nose nudges dangerously near your cunt, not aware of how your little nickname for him just goes straight down south, “Just - shit - please just touch me.”
He chuckles lowly, his hands coming up to grip and knead at the flesh of your ass as he kisses wetly near your heat, toying with you with what you wanted as his soft hair rubs against your stomach.
“Where, sweetheart? ‘M not a mind reader.”
You shot him a glare because he was, when it came to the two of you, you both knew each other better than anybody else. It was pathetic, really, how much you said you hated one another when you knew what his favorite color was, but you couldn’t and wouldn’t let your mind wander in a time like this.
“Eddie,” You’re bordering on begging as he raises a brow, still not budging as you groan, taking his head as you directed him upwards, exactly where you wanted him as your cheeks heat madly with embarrassment, twinged with euphoria as he grins knowingly against you, “Here…Eddie, please.”
“Well…” He thumbs at your clit, the sensation causing your head to loll back as it hits the wall, a keen whine escaping your lips as he digs his thumb deeper into the bundle of nerves, your eyes rolling back as he does it, “Because you asked so nicely.”
He dives in, taking little licks at your clit as your moans grow louder with each stroke, feeling your legs wobble as he laps up your taste, groaning at the back of his throat at your saccharine sweetness that coated his tongue. You tasted like fucking heaven, the nights he sent pumping his fist angrily to the thought of you couldn’t have done anything to make up for how you actually felt.
It feels so fucking amazing that you felt like you were going feral, his fingers teasing around your fluttering hole as he rubs your wetness everywhere, wanting to create an even bigger mess. He acts like a man starving as he eats you out, replacing his tongue with his thumb on your clit as he hikes your leg further onto his shoulder, his fingers slowly entering your puckering hole as you let out a quiet squeal when he slowly inches his pointer in, his eyes darkening at the way you sucked him in.
“Shit, sweetheart,” He muttered, his shoulders and entire mood tightening for a second as he feel your clench around him, “Such a pretty pussy, fuck. You-you're so fucking tight…fuck.” He gives you some time to adjust, but his impatience takes over as he begins to pump in and out, the wet noise can only be described as downright sinful as he watches your string of arousal coat his finger.
“E-Eddie!” You can barely talk as he continues to pump faster, adding another one as your body winds up, sucking him in even more as he whines how hot you feel around him, “So good! Fuck, you’re making me feel so good, mm…” Your stomach clenched as his pace grows quicker than before at your words.
“Yeah?” He chuckles but it’s broken as he falters, his eyes squeezing shut for a second as he feels you guide his wrist up and down, his rings bumping against your clit as the sensation only causes you to moan louder, “Y-you like it? God…you’re such a fuckin’ slut, huh? Never would have guessed with all the b-books you hide behind.”
You nod dimly, your lips pressed into a thin line as you awkwardly move around, everything too much as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, everything happening too fast and all at once as he gives a low, guttural growth at how you tasted.
“Fuuck…” He can barely even say that as he eats it all up, knowing he was slowly yet surely growing addicted to you as he spreads you out with the help of his fingers, “Tastes like - likes a fucking t-treat sweetheart.” And he doesn't stop the relentless attack with his thumb as white dots the outer corners of your vision, your body beginning to shut down as Eddie only picks up his pace.
“Eddie! Please…don’t, don’t stop. Feels so fucking good Eds,” You’re a blubbering mess as he heeds your words, your mouth falling into a silent scream as his thumb goes just a little bit faster, his tongue pumping in and out of you with such fervor that you’re just growing wetter and wetter by the second, “Y-yes, yes, yes! Eddie, you feel so good!”
Your hands tighten on his scalp as your legs wobble, and if it weren’t for the wall and his tight support on you you surely would have fallen. You can feel it coming, and you can only keen loudly as you climax, your orgasm washing over you as your toes curl, gushing around his tongue as he quickly laps it all up, hungrily tasting your release as the two of you moan out loudly in tandem.
He slowly removes his hand from your clit, the little nub is swollen as he gingerly pats your knee, removing it from his shoulder as he slowly rises, his lips pink and slightly pouted as his chest heaves up and down with labored breaths, pupils blown wide open as he reflects your stare. You can feel your pussy still fluttering around nothing, your puffy lips aching for more as you tightly grip at his shirt for some leverage.
“That was so fucking hot,” You can see yourself glistening on his chin, the sight too much to believe as he pulls you back into another kiss, your teeth clashing, tongues swirling as he ravages you as best he can, “Don’t know why…why it took us so long to do this.”
You whine a little, the sound muffled by his hungry lips as you taste yourself on him, the tangy sweetness mixed with spit and sweat was so addictive that you pulled him by the collar of his jacket, wanting more of it as he chuckled against your plush skin.
“Don’t know…don’t know why either.” You're able to get out as he moves away, giving you some time to catch your breath as he stares at your wet lips, glistening under the dim light as your hands trace little patterns onto his palm. You tug at his fingers as he traced your features, losing yourselves in the moment as his thumb traces the corners of your jaw, moving up to your cheek and then to the bottom of your lip. The padding of his fingertips was soft, softer than what you expected from somebody who played the guitar day and night, but nonetheless, you craved it more than anything you’ve come to know.
Your hands eagerly roam around his body, tugging at the fabric on his chest, doing a quick job of shedding him of his jacket as you paw at the hem of his shirt, your eyes wide and needy as chokes out a muffled groan when your hands dip under, your nails tracing along his bare skin and happy trail as his stomach clenches under the cold sensation of your fingers.
“Not fair, Eds,” You whine into his neck, licking up at the column as he shudders when you drag your nails up his torso, “I’m only the naked one here. Doesn’t m-make sense.” You whimper when he holds you tightly by the waist, nodding in agreement as bliss fogs his eyes as they gloss over.
“Y-you’re right, I’m a fucking idiot.” He gets out as you help him take his shirt off, his hair bouncing off of his shoulders as you smile against the corner of his lips, your chest pressing against his bare one as he shucks in a breath at the feeling of your nipples rubbing against him.
“Biggest idiot I’ve ever met.”
He chuckles, his cheeks and eyes brightening up for a second as a blip of your usual back and forth bleeds even into something like this, wondering why it took him so long to actually do this when he was so clearly enamored by you.
But even that can’t stop your wandering eyes and hands as they tug at his belt, a quiet umph leaving his lips as you play with it.
“You’re such a perv, Eds, getting off on shit like this.” Your words are so sweet, such a far cry from how they were minutes ago as Eddie quickly nods against your lips, helplessly whining as you palm his growing bulge against his jeans. You flick at the zipper, his lips quickly opening as your thumb presses deeper into his aching cock.
“Y-yeah, well,” He tries to hold back another choked moan as you tug at his belt, undoing it in such a swift manner that he almost raises a brow at it, “Can’t exactly be gods strong soldier when you’re in front of me…looking like that.”
“Looking like what, Munson?”
There’s a bite to your voice, but it’s only because you like to coquet, as you always have because you like to see his reaction as his eyes slightly widen, kissing your collarbone as he kneads and rods at your ass, whimpering even more as you unzip his jeans.
“You’re a fucking tease, sweetheart,” He says, his smile wavering as you tug his pants down, lifting his legs as he kicks them off, somewhere to the side as he wraps his hands around your neck, laying with that damn necklace as he shrugs, “I’ll tell you later when you’re not…fuck, about to s-suck me off.”
You pout at his words, seeing the satisfied look on his face at your let-down expression. But you knew that sooner or later that smug smile would be wiped off his face, so duck your head down as you try to busy yourself with the more important matters at hand.
Your thumb finds his tip, easy to find as his precum is staining his boxers, the translucent liquid now on your fingers as you drag your hand up and down, the fabric creating more friction around him as his head falls back onto the wall.
“You’re messy too Eddie,” You tell him softly as your thumb presses deeper into his leaking head, his breathing becoming uneven and choppy as you stop, going down to your knees as you hook your fingers around the elastic as you tug down, his cock slapping you across the cheek as it pops out from its’ tight confines, “Calling me messy when you’re leaking right here.” You mumble to yourself, the sound too innocent and adorable for the situation you were in as Eddie finds his hands unconsciously going to the back of your head, just as you had done with him as he tries to give you some time to get used to him.
He almost cums on the spot when your nails trace up and down his cock, memorizing all his veins and crooks to heart as you delicately wrap your hands around him, your eyes widening at the sheer size of him as you dryly swallow.
“Too big?” He asks, trying to be cheeky, to lighten the mood, but you can only dimly nod, your hand slowly coming up and down from his base to the tip, cupping his balls as you whine at his precum trickling onto your body.
“You’re - you’re too cocky for your own good.” You respond weakly, not intending the lame pun as you lean your head forehead, slow as you take a tentative lick at his bulbous tip, moaning as his salty taste floods your senses. He stops breathing for a second as he feels your hot tongue benign to quicken its pace, licking more and more as his hand grows weaker at the back of your head.
Slowly you being to envelop your mouth over him, suctioning as you hollow out your cheeks, taking him in little by little, your hands making up for whatever you can’t fit into your mouth as you pump back and forth, your throat gagging a bit as he hits the back, but you continue because more than anything you love the burn and the loud moans he’s letting out as you suck him off.
“Mph, god, fuuck…” He’s controlling your head, bobbing you up and down on his dick as your spit mixes with his pre, rubbing off on your chin and cheeks as he tries to wring his eyes open to stare at you, to see your wide eyes staring back at him as you take him whole, “So fucking good, sweetheart, you’re so fucking good. Can’t - fuck - can’t believe you’re such a good fucking girl. N-not, mfph,” He chokes as your tongue swirls around, his tip getting angrier and redder as you don’t let up, “Not when you acted like such a fucking pain this entire time. But you’re just a slut, huh?” He shudders, his chest moving up and down as your hands move down, one on his cock and one massaging his balls as he practically just dies, “You’re a slut f’me, yeah?”
And you can only nod, tears escaping your eyes as they mix with everything else on your cheeks, your cries and whines causing blissful vibrations around his throbbing cock as he moans out louder.
“O-oh, shit, you feel so fucking amazing, so fucking good….shit, Y/n, you’re so fucking good - god I fuckin’ love this.” His hands make you go faster, choking you more on his dick as your nose rubs against the little curls at his base, your gags only going straight to his head as it spurs him on even more.
“Holy shit, sweetheart, y-yeah, hmm, fuck just like that,” He’s becoming a stuttering mess only able to get out more, more, more, as he begs for you to go faster, his thumb wiping away at your tears as he whines, keening loudly as he feels his release quickly about to come, “Y-yes, fuck! Shit, you’re doing amazing. God, I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum sweetheart…is it okay if I - fuck - if I cum? Please, fuck, y-you okay with that?”
And you're bobbing your head, trying to nod as you sniffle, your humming as you try to say yes, but it only sends him over the edge, hot, white spurts of his cum trickle down your throat, thick as you gag, pulling off of him as little bits fall onto your chest, splattering over your collarbone and tits as he tries to catch his breath.
You swallow anything remaining on your tongue, showing it to him as he groans again, patting your cheek as he loops his arms around yours, helping you stand up as you wince a little bit at the biting sting at your knees.
“Fuck, Y/n, are you,” His eyes roam your face, gently cradling your jaw as if he hadn’t fucked your throat seconds ago, “You okay sweetheart?”
You smile, nodding as you press a small kiss to his lips, your spit, his cum, and your tears mixing with one as he groans at the taste, whining as you pull away.
“M’fine, Munson.” You kiss the tip of his nose as he lets out a sigh of relief, his hands running up and down your back comfortingly as he lets his breathing get back to normal before hooking one of your legs around his waist.
The two of you don’t care about much as you follow his movements, letting him turn around so that you resting against the wall, your heart pounding wildly in your head as he kisses wetly against your neck, stroking his dick as he kneads at your breasts, acting like he was going crazy as he brought his lips back u to yours.
“Sweetheart, think I’m about to go crazy if I don’t fuck you,” His thumb follows the bone of your brows, settling on your cheeks as you stare u into those big, brown eyes of his, the ones that made you fall for him the moment you saw them as he kisses your jaw, “P-please let me - let me fuck you…?”
You don’t know how he can ask when you’d go crazy too if he didn’t.
“Please, Eddie,” You shudder out a shaky breath as his thumb falls lower and lower, inching closer to your swollen clit, “Please…w-want it more than anything.”
And so he takes the initiative, linen himself up with your dripping cunt, hoping that he stretched you out enough as he teases your entrance with his tip, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he feels you sucking him in, moaning at how wet you felt around him, your pussy clenching as he carefully and slowly pushing a little bit more in.
“Oh, fuck,” He can barely speak as you wrap your leg around him tighter, allowing him to reach deeper into you as his veins drag up your bare cunt, the sensation maddening as you whine at the feeling, “S’good, so fucking good…damn, you’re fucking amazing Y/n.” And you don’t know if it’s the way his voice grows tender at the way he speaks your name or if it’s everything in the atmosphere combined, but a part of you grows warmer with the way he gently tries to situate himself inside of you, not wanting to hurt you as he stops. He gives you time to adjust to his size, noting the little tears that lined your eyes as you clench your teeth at how big he was inside of you.
“You’re so big Eddie, so… b-big.” You cry at the sting, wanting more as he limply nods, muttering out apologies as he rubs your clit, his motions quickening in pace as he openly kisses you on the mouth, the kiss needy as the two of you reach for each other.
“I know, I know sweetheart, but…” He pulls out a little bit, his cock dragging against you again as your walls flutter against them, “I’ll go slow, okay? You tell me if you want to stop, yeah?” You can only nod, maintaining eye contact as he gives you one last kiss, pulling out completely before he pushes himself in with one go, a loud cry escaping your lips as your jaw slacks.
“E-Eddie!” You scream, your nails digging into his back as he picks up his pace by just a little, biting into your shoulder so that he can muffle his own moans, “You feel so good…fuck!” You can barely think straight as he fucks you dumb on his cock, your wetness coating his dick in a sheer slick, a white rim collecting around his base as he stares hungrily at your essence.
“You feel amazing, …don’t think I’m ever gonna be the same, fuck, without you.”
You can only nod with him because you know that his words ring true for you, too.
He tugs at your chin, tilting your head up as he motions for you to open your mouth with his free thumb. When you follow his instruction he brings himself closer, letting a wad of spit fall from his lips and onto your tongue as he taps your jaw again, silently asking you to close it as you whine at his taste. It’s so much, everything happening all around you, that you don’t even question yourself as you swallow, watching as Eddie bites little marks all over you as if you weren’t already his.
“Ahh, look at me, fuck, Y/n, p-please,” He begs to cup your jaw as you will yourself to look u, your swollen lips shining with sweat as your eyes almost dro from the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass, the sound of squelching and wetness of the two of you so loud that you almost didn’t hear him when he mutters; “So fucking pretty, don’t think…don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go.”
You whine, your hands wrapping tightly around his neck as you grind yourself down on him, joining his fingers on your clit as you swirl around, your head lolling to the side at the extra sensation.
“L-love it, Eds, you feel so fucking good!”
He stops, his heart churning as he kisses your neck, your body shining in the light with a layer of sweat coating you, the image graining itself into his head as he moves your hips up and down on himself.
“Sweetheart,” He bites down onto your shoulder, “Gonna be honest with you, yeah? I don’t think I ever actually hated you. F-fucking hell, looked forward to seeing you every day. ‘S why I always turned my music up, knew you…fuck, knew you hated it...just wanted to hear your voice,” You can slowly feel your release coming, your toes curling, back arching into him as your chest presses tightly against his, “Never hated you because…shit, think - think I’ve been in love with you this entire time.”
Your eyes widen, your arms growing tighter around his neck as he winces, wishing he never let his emotions get the best of him, especially now. But as he’s about to apologize, to blame it on the hormones, you press your cheek to his chest, never letting go of his waist as you can hear the faint thumping of his heart against your skin. It’s calming, it’s peaceful, and it’s Eddie.
“Damn you, Munson,” Your able to croak out, not even able to muster up a smile as a moan falls from your lips, “You always gotta b-beat me to it everything…fuck!” You trail off, your mouth falling open to a silent scream as your fingers stop attacking your bundle of nerves, everything crashing over you as your legs shake, screaming out his name as you come undone, gushing all around him as you slump against his body.
Eddie can’t say anything as he follows after you, the feeling of you clenching down on him enough to throw him over, forgetting everything as he comes inside, his hot cum painting your fluttering walls white as he groans into your neck, biting down on it to stop himself from saying anything more stupid.
You pant, your hot breath hitting his chest as you slowly peel yourself off on him, your mind running faster than ever before as you quickly try to regain your senses, anything that could possibly explain to you what just happened.
He’s quiet as he ducks his head down, avoiding your gaze as he quickly mutters out hurried apologies, searching the floor for your clothing as he piles them all up, his cheeks flushed a dark red as he tries to hide, not wanting to ruin anything else before it’s too late. He stops at your panties, pressing his lips to a thin line as he rubs at his eyes, massaging his forehead as you awkwardly tilt from foot to foot.
“I, um, I didn’t hate it, you know…”
He whips his head around, blushing again as he comes into view with your naked self as he averts his gaze, handing you your clothes back as you offer him a small smile at his obvious confusion.
“Your music, I didn’t hate it. I think Ozzy’s great ‘n all. Ultimate Sin’s my favorite yet…well, except for Blizzard of Ozz, but you woke me up enough to not go to school like a zombie. So thanks…for that.”
He huffs out a laugh of disbelief, his nervousness melting away in a split second almost as if he can’t believe his ears. You don’t act like it’s much though as if you hadn’t calmed his racing nerves with a single statement as you tug your shorts back on, his cum seeping through the delicate material as he almost goes feral at the sight of you keeping himself inside of you. He watches as you opt to forget your bra as you pull your shirt over your shoulder, looking more gorgeous than ever before in the afterglow of being fucked.
“You know Ozzy?”
Your head pops up, your lips pulled into a cute frown as your brows furrow together at his question.
“Of course I know Ozzy. Went to his concert a couple of years ago.” You rub at your nose, heating up as you feel some of his cum still on your cheek.
Eddie rushes over, giving you another apology as he fishes out his shirt, wiping your face clean, not missing the bubbly smile you give him as he looks down. It’s a tender moment, a far cry from your heated ones that would ever lead to such a scenario. But you guess that there was a fine line between love and hate and you guess the two of you had just strolled right past it.
“What?” He asks, stopping for a second. You nudge at his palm with your cheek, wanting him to continue as you go to fix his hair for him, detangling some of it with your fingers as you move it out of his face, beaming when you can see his eyes once again.
“I don’t hate you either, Munson…” You grip at his wrist, pressing a delicate kiss to the inside of it as he almost melts, “Kinda like you too.”
His face falls for a second, wondering if this was your sort of cruel rejection as you giggled at his obvious reaction, pulling him in by the chain of his necklace as you run your hands freely through his hair.
“But I think I’d be able to love you if you do something for me.”
The shirt drops from his hands as he comes up to hold your face, a hopeful smile on his face as he nods, playful nudging at your nose with his as you laugh at the feeling of his hair tickling the skin of your neck.
“Anything sweetheart, name it and I’ll do it.”
And even if you asked him to balance the world on his shoulder he’d attempt to. If you told him to buzz off all his hair he’d do it, just for you. He’d get your name tattooed wherever you wanted. He’d stop smoking if you wanted, though he knew it’d take time and a lot of patience, he’d do it, he’d do anything if you asked him to.
But you smile, your hands scrawled out on his bare chest as you cheekily grin.
“I want you to take me out on a date. It’s our last summer together Munson, and I don’t think it’s very gentleman-y of you to fuck a girl and not take her out on a date, hm?”
He chuckles, rolling his eyes as he kisses your lips, the gesture gentle and sweet as he holds you like you’re the universe, the stars that light up galaxies to come because you are, you’re the light of his life and the thing that keeps him wondering if soulmates really do exist.
“You’re right sweetheart,” He pulls at your necklace, a little bit surprised that it didn’t break as he cocked his head to the side, “So…where do you want to go?”
You squeak, eyes widening in surprise at how willing he was as you shrugged, glancing at the door as you asked, “Now?”
He nodded, pulling on his boxers and pants as he looked at you from over his shoulder.
“Well… like you said, it’s our last summer. What do you want, ice cream or bowling?”
You grin shyly, shrugging your shoulder as you hold up his shirt to him as he kisses your forehead in appreciation.
“Eddie,” You murmur, “I literally have your cum leaking out of me…I can barely stand and...” You trial off, knowing that it wasn’t much of an excuse for him as he gives you a playful grin. He kisses your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin, wanting to savor this moment forever because he never truly thought it happen.
I’m feral for this. I’ve lost my mind and my soul. I fucking love enemies to lovers are you kidding me?! And all those confessions and walls coming down please I’m so weak. This was amazing!
Y'ALL. I AM DOWN HORRENDOUS for our dear Edward Munson. Thus, a fic rec list. These fics are fantastic wonderful beautiful and these authors deserve all of the love, so please interact with them!! (Also!! if you are one of these authors and you'd like to be removed from this list, please let me know!!)
Take a Chance on Me by @nezuscribe
>> You get asked out on a date, but Eddie is tired of watching these same old guys treat you like dirt when he could treat you so much better. (Sweet and smutty?? With pining?? Say no more)
Handsy by @theewritingroomm
>> Eddie can never keep his hands to himself, constantly touching you, but what happens when you keep him from touching you? (Ugh, Eddie has always given me needy vibes and I love it when hot people grovel at my feet)
Say It by @hcrringtonsbat
>> Eddie notices that you never curse, so he takes it upon himself to make you curse. (I am a whore. That is the conclusion. I am a whore and this is literally so good)
I Was Made for Lovin' You by @milkiane
>> The four times Eddie knew he was in love with you, and the first time he told you. (GANG. I LOVE 4+1 fics. One of my fave formats in the world and this??? This is some good shit)
Total Mystery by @marvelsswansong
>> Nobody knows how Eddie managed to land you, the head cheerleader and hottest girl in Hawkins, as his girlfriend. (I just wanted domestic Eddie and hooh boy did this deliver I have butterflies)
She's Mine by @timejumpbucky
>> Eddie convinces you to go to a party, but after a disastrous game of spin the bottle, neither of you can keep your feelings from each other anymore. (look. Usually, I’m not crazy about first-person fics, but I’m so glad I stuck this one out bc it’s GREAT omg I love dom!eddie what a man)
Love Bites by @mypoisonedvine
>> Eddie and the head cheerleader are friends-with-benefits, but with both of them pining after each other, that arrangement doesn’t last very long. (THIS IS THE BEST EDDIE SMUT IVE EVER READ. NOT EXAGGERATING. Pls pls pls read all three parts this whole series is so good and I am constantly rereading it)
Play Pretend by @webslinger-holland
>> To keep Jason Carver out of your life, you convince Eddie to pretend to be your boyfriend, but only while Jason is around. That should work, right? (Omg first part pining second part smut have you ever heard of a better combination)
You Callin' Me a Liar? by @sailortongue
>> The rest of Hellfire doesn’t believe that Eddie has a girlfriend, and Eddie is dead-set on proving them wrong. (Omg pls I just wanna dote on Eddie and show him that I love him)
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 grew up with Eddie, but you ditched him when you suddenly got popular, thanks to your boyfriend, Jason. When Jason tries to get you to give him his virginity, you realize you only want Eddie to have it.
Warnings: mention of knives, reader’s bf tries to pressure her into things, mentions of underage drinking, language, mentions of weed, CONSENT IS SEXY YALL, loss of virginity, possible corruption kink, it's disgusting fluff, making out, eddie uses the term 'popping the cherry' so i feel like that needs a warning lmao, eddie is a tad bit possessive, unprotected sex, eddie has a breeding kink possibly,
Word Count: 4447 words. oops.
A/n: This is heavily inspired by "The Spins" by Mac Miller because I just feel like that song exudes Eddie energy
“Jason, seriously, stop.” You groan, attempting to back up more, but the bathroom counter stops you. You can hear the music in the background, thanks to the party at Jason’s house. You fumble for Jason’s hands, pulling them away from your waist. His lips are still attacking your neck, completely ignoring your demands.
Your boyfriend had followed you in the bathroom, trapping you against the bathroom counter, kissing you. You didn’t mind it at first, but now you just want him to leave you alone.
You’ve been with him for 8 months; you should be used to his numerous attempts to get in your pants. And maybe you should’ve let him take your virginity by now, but you don’t want it to be him.
It’s never felt right.
Maybe it’s the fact that you feel like the world’s biggest imposter. Growing up, you had lived in the trailer park. You made some of the best memories there with some of the best people. That was until your dad got a good job and moved the family into the suburbs.
Despite being rich and popular for the past 5 years, you still feel like you belong in the trailer park. You had left so many friends behind, friends you’d had since birth.
“Come on baby, don’t you love me? Just wanna make you feel good,” Jason murmurs, sliding his hands up your skirt. You gasp when he does this, bringing your hands up to his chest and pushing him backward until he hits the wall.
Jason’s eyes widen, his face turning red. You’d like to think it’s because of the embarrassment of being turned down, but you know it’s out of anger. “You little bit-“
Before you can hear the end of that sentence, you run to the door, swinging it open and running out into the living room. Thankfully, nobody is paying you any attention, being too drunk to notice anything but themselves.
Your heart is hammering out of your chest as you run to the front door, glancing over your shoulder and seeing Jason hot on your heels. You’ve never seen him this angry. Sure, you’ve turned him down before, but you’ve never pushed him.
Your eyes start watering, your mind filling with possibilities. What would he do if he caught you?
You run out of the house, turning to run behind the house, hoping to lose him. When you turn the corner, you bump into someone tall and skinny, nearly knocking you back on your ass. But before that happens, the skinny hands drop the blunt they were holding, reaching out and grabbing your shoulders.
“You see a ghost or something?”
You look up at Eddie, watching his smile face when he sees the tears streaming down your face. Seeing him makes the memories crash down onto you.
The memories of being in his trailer while your parents argued about money.
The memories of smoking with him, even though you were way too young.
The memories of him being your first kiss, even though you told Jason you had never kissed anyone before.
The memories of being safe- no matter what you did or said to Eddie, you knew you were safe with him.
You quickly wrap your arms around him, squeezing him as tight as you can. Eddie keeps his arms up, as if he’s not sure if he should touch you. You sob into his chest, the regret and guilt of it all consuming you.
You hadn’t talked to Eddie in years.
“Hey, it’s alright, yeah? I got you,” Eddie says, finally wrapping his arms around you. Just as you start to relax, you hear Jason’s footsteps behind you.
“Look what we have here. I guess once a freak, always a freak. Right, Eddie?” Jason asks, chuckling dryly. You turn around, your eyes wide, your back to Eddie’s chest.
“Leave me alone, Jason!”
Everyone in school knew you grew up in the trailer park, with Eddie. In fact, Jason used to tease you in middle school about it. Jason never let you forget where you came from and he made sure to remind you that you could always go back to being trailer trash if he wanted you to.
Jason steps toward you, reaching out and grabbing your wrist. His grasp burns your skin, making you sick. You don’t want him to touch you, you just want him to stop.
“Don’t touch me!” You spit, jerking your arm away. Jason reaches to grab it again, but Eddie grabs your shoulders, moving you behind him.
You watch as Eddie goes chest to chest with Jason, towering over him. “She told you to stop,” Eddie says, his chest heaving. He always had to protect you in elementary and middle school, but you didn’t expect him to protect you now. Not after you ignored him for the last 5 years.
Eddie had watched you all this time, watching you with the same guy that used to make your life living hell. It made him sick, knowing Jason wasn’t as good to you as he had been.
Eddie was so good to you. Whenever your parents would fight, he’d teach you how to skateboard or play his guitar. He would even cook dinner for you when your parents worked late. Sure, he couldn’t buy you the things Jason bought you, but he thought he made you happy with the non-material things.
He thought you felt the same way, until you moved and forgot about him. Part of him still had hope, until he watched you laugh when Jason called him names and threw things at him in the cafeteria. He had decided right then and there that he would never do another thing for you, but here he is.
Jason scoffs, clearly unimpressed with Eddie’s attempt to intimidate him. “And what are you gonna do about it? Huh, freak?”
You start to open your mouth, but that’s when you see the shiny reflection of something in Eddie’s hand, pressing against Jason’s stomach. You gasp when you realize what it is, fear bubbling up your stomach. You remember Eddie having to protect himself from his father with that very knife, but you never thought he would use it to protect you.
“Y/n, get in my van. I’m taking you home,” Eddie says, without taking his eyes off of Jason. Jason looks past Eddie, where you’re standing, his eyes wide.
“Y/n, you don’t have to go with this freak. Just come back to the party and we’ll talk about this.” Jason says, wincing when Eddie pushes the knife against him again. You hesitate, but you look over to where Eddie’s van is parked. You don’t want to stay at this party. You want to go home, and Eddie will take you home.
“If you get in that van, we’re done, y/n. I won’t be seen with a freak,” Jason starts, raising his voice. “Your life will go back to how it was before we got together. I’ll make sure of it.”
Eddie ignores this, wanting you to make your own decision. If you go with him, he wants it to be because you want to, not because he made you.
You take a deep breath, walking in the direction of the van. You can’t hear what they’re saying behind you, but you can almost bet that Eddie is giving him a good talking to. You open the door of Eddie's van, climbing into the passenger seat. You carefully examine the inside, trying to piece together who Eddie is. Is he the same Eddie you knew?
Your eyes scan the dash, stopping when they land on the gear stick. The friendship bracelet that you had made in middle school is wrapped around it. You gasp, reaching out to touch it. When you saw Eddie without it for the first time, you thought he had thrown it in the trash or burned it. You never thought he kept it.
"I don't think he's going to bother you anymore," Eddie says, opening the driver side door. You tear your eyes away from the bracelet, giving him a small smile. "You didn't have to do that, you know? Not after everything that's happened,"
Eddie shrugs, starting the engine up. You think he's ignoring you until he glances over at you, reaching out and grabbing your jaw. "He didn't hit you, or anything, did he?" He asks, his voice soft. You quickly shake your head, pushing the lump in your throat down, not wanting to upset Eddie even more.
Plus, you don't want Eddie to know what happened. It's embarrassing. You're 18, you should've slept with Jason already. You're sure Eddie has his fair share of girls, he wouldn't understand that it's like.
Eddie lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, driving off in the direction of your house. You look over at him, fidgeting with your hands in your lap. "Actually, can we go to your place?" You ask, your voice quiet.
Eddie looks over at you, raising an eyebrow. "You sure? You don't have to go. This doesn't mean we have to be friends again, you know? I'm sure Jason will forget about everything once he sobers up and everything will go back to normal," Eddie rambles. It's not that he doesn't want to be friends with you again, but he doesn't want to mess your life up.
You shake your head, your hands playing with the hem of your skirt now. "Eddie, just take me back to your place. I don't want to be around anyone but you," You mutter. Eddie stares at you for a little while longer, before turning his van around. The rest of the ride is silent, neither one sure of what to say.
When you pull up to his trailer, you find yourself smiling, having realized how much you missed this. Eddie walks you in, opening his arms. "Well, here it is. Hasn't changed much since you left," He says, a small smile on his lips. You giggle quietly, walking around the place, down the hallway. You find yourself in his room, standing in the middle.
Eddie eyes your white skirt and white shoes, suddenly feeling too dirty for you. If he had known you'd be coming over, he would've cleaned up. He's not sure why he feels a sudden need to impress you- you used to live in a place just like this.
"God, I feel like I'm 13 again," You whisper, looking around his room.
You feel at home; way more at home than you ever did at your house, or even Jason's house. You walk over to his bed, plopping down on the mattress. You sigh, closing your eyes. Eddie stands in the doorway, his arms crossed across his chest.
"Not liking the popular life as much as you thought you would?"
You keep your eyes closed, squeezing them.
You deserved that.
You sit up, opening your eyes. "Why didn't you ever do anything to get back at me? I... Abandoned you. I acted like you didn't even exist," You say, frowning at the way Eddie winces at the words.
'Thanks for reminding me,' Eddie thinks.
"You could've made my life a living hell. You could've told them all that I used to smoke with you, that I used to let you kiss me. You could've destroyed me," You continue.
Eddie shrugs, walking toward you and sitting next to you. "Just... Never wanted to, I guess. I tried to be mad, believe me. But, I think if anybody got a chance to be rich and popular, they'd run like hell out of this trailer park," Eddie says, chuckling quietly.
You give him a small smile, resting your head on his shoulder. Even though you haven't talked in years, everything still feels so natural around him. "What about you, huh? You could've given them ammunition. Could've told them about that time I pissed the bed when I was 10 years old. I'm sure they would've thought that was funny,"
You laugh, suddenly reminded of all the stupid things Eddie did as a child. "I'd never do that!" You say, laughing. Eddie elbows your side, laughing.
"Good! 'Cause, you know, I have a medical condition. That's what caused it. Not drinking too much soda before bed, or anything," Eddie says, adding to your laughter. You both laugh so hard that your backs end up on the mattress, trying to catch your breath.
Eddie props himself up on his elbow, his hair falling around his face. Any trace of laughter has left his face, his eyes looking deep into yours. "What are you gonna do about Jason?" He asks, his voice quiet. He wants you to tell him that you don't care about him, that you never want to see him again.
But he won't allow himself to convince himself that you like him. Not again.
You take a deep breath, keeping your back against the mattress, your legs swinging over the edge of the bed. Your white skirt has ridden up, the fabric hitting just below your underwear. "I don't think it's going to work out, E. I... We want different things," You mutter, your cheeks heating up.
"And what does he want?"
You become increasingly aware of Eddie's elbow touching your exposed arm, creating goosebumps. You stare at the ceiling, your heart pounding in your chest. You should just be honest with Eddie, you decide. It's Eddie, he was your best friend.
"Sex,"
Eddie's eyes widen, a smirk growing across his pink lips. "And you don't? Oh, come on. I don't believe that for a second," Eddie starts, mockingly. "It's Jason. His varsity jacket and blue eyes basically have me creaming my pants- I can't imagine how you feel. I'm sure every girl is dying to ask you how he is in the sack,"
You take a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut. "I wouldn't know," You admit. Eddie immediately stops, his smile fading.
"You... Haven't? With him, though, right? You've... with someone else, yeah?"
You shake your head, opening your eyes. Eddie is staring down at you, his cheeks flushed and his lips pink. "Why not?" Eddie asks, genuinely concerned. This whole time, he'd stare at Jason, jealous of the way he thought he was kissing your lips, grabbing your perfect body.
"I don't know... I just never imagined my first time with someone like him. I still don't feel like I belong, I guess. I kinda always imagined my first time to be with someone like you," You admit, your voice barely audible.
The truth is, you hadn't imagined losing your virginity to someone like Eddie. You imagined losing it to Eddie. You had imagined it for as long as you can remember. You knew what his lips felt like on yours; you wanted to know how they felt on the rest of your body.
Eddie nearly chokes on air. "M-me?"
You nod, feeling your heart in your throat. "Yeah, Eddie."
Eddie scoots closer to you, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. You feel your body heating under his touch, but you try to keep calm.
This is Eddie. Your Eddie.
"Can I kiss you? Is that okay?" He asks, his voice gentle and calm. You nod, watching as he smiles, his pink tongue sliding over his lips. You close your eyes as he leans in, your body sinking into the mattress as he kisses you, claiming you. He's leaning over you, his hand still on your jaw. Eddie kisses you softly, tenderly.
This is nothing like kissing Jason.
Eddie swiftly slides his tongue in your mouth, earning a quiet moan from you. He slides his hand up, until it's resting on your waist, resting it there, reminding you that you're his.
You're the first one to pull away, looking into his eyes. "Eddie," You whisper, whimpering as his hand finds your hair, tangling his slender fingers in it. "I know, baby," Eddie says, leaning back into you. He places a quick kiss against your waiting lips, smiling at you. "You don't have to ask me,"
Eddie places soft kisses on your neck, the hand on your waist moving to your thigh. "I'm gonna touch you now. Is that okay?" He asks, earning another moan out of you. "Y-yes," You say, your cheeks heating up.
He slowly moves his hand up your thigh, until it disappears under your skirt. His hand quickly finds your panties, moaning when his knuckles brush over a small wet spot. Eddie uses his calloused thumb to rub circles over your clit, over your panties. You inhale a sharp breath, arching your back off the mattress.
Eddie's eyes flick up at you, nervously. "You alright?"
You nod, taking a deep breath. "I'm just nervous," You mutter, relaxing when Eddie smiles at you. "There's nothing to be nervous about. This stops when you say so. This only goes as far as you want it to," He reassures you. He stares at you, and you know he's waiting for permission to keep going.
"You can keep touching me," You say, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Eddie moans quietly, convinced he's just having a wet dream.
He continues rubbing your clit over your panties, moaning as he feels the wet spot grow. His eyes meet yours again as he pushes your panties to the side, taking one skinny finger and running it up the length of your slit.
You both swear at the same time, but for completely different reasons. Eddie, because he's not sure how he's going to be able to hold himself back; and you, because you're not sure how you're going to survive this if he already feels this good.
"I'm just gonna put a finger in, okay, baby?" Eddie asks, watching as you eagerly nod. He buries his face in your neck, pushing his finger inside of you, gasping at how tight it is. You tense up, but immediately follow it up with a moan. You've never had anything inside you, not even when you had touched yourself. This feeling is foreign, but it feels so good.
Eddie pumps his finger in and out, his eyelashes fluttering against your neck. "'M gonna add another one, is that okay? D'ya think you can handle it?"
"Yes, Eddie, please," You whine. Eddie groans as he struggles to add another finger, the stretching sensation burning through you. "Do you think you can handle it if I start touching your pretty little clit, too?" He whispers, trying to avoid grinding his hips down on the bed. He's not sure how he's going to make it out of this without cumming in his pants, but he'll try his best, for you.
You barely have time to answer him before he's using his thumb to add pressure to your clit, earning a loud moan from you. He pumps his fingers in and out, his tongue tracing patterns on your neck. "Want you to come on my fingers, honey. Think you can do that for me?" He asks, pulling away and looking into your eyes.
Your jaw falls slack as you start seeing stars, withering under his touch. "C'mon, y/n. Fucking soak me, baby. Make me see how bad you want me to pop this little cherry," Eddie groans. You're not sure if it's the way his fingers curl, or the way he's talking to you, but you go over the edge, your stomach clenching and your legs shaking.
Eddie slows his pace down, pulling his fingers away when you relax, peppering kisses to your face. "Holy shit, y/n. So fucking good for me," He mutters, his hand going to his lap. His cock is straining against his pants, but he can barely focus on that.
You look up at him, batting your eyelashes. "Eddie, want more," You mumble, already completely fucked out. Eddie smirks, already pussydrunk. "You sure you can handle more, baby?" He asks, watching you get riled up.
You sit up, pouting. "You said this goes as far as I want it to, right?” You ask, watching as Eddie smiles, nodding. “I want you, Eddie. I want you to be the one to have me,”
Eddie groans, practically falling to his knees, hearing you say that. Eddie stands up at the edge of the bed, motioning you to stand up in front of him. You obey him, standing face to face with him. Eddie’s hands move to the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it up, up, until it’s over your head. He drops it at your feet, groaning when he sees your bra.
“Now you,” You whisper, your hands at the bottom of his shirt. Eddie chuckles quietly, jerking his shirt over his head. It’s a lot less romantic than what he did for you, but you can’t take your eyes off of him.
His fingers find the top of your skirt, nuzzling his face against your neck. “Can’t wait to see you, baby,” Eddie mutters, slipping a finger into your waistband. You whine, desperate to feel him inside you. Eddie takes a deep breath before he pulls your skirt down, letting it fall down to your ankles, motioning for you to step out of it. His eyes fall to your panties, biting his bottom lip.
“Now you,” You repeat, laughing quietly. Eddie smiles, giving you a quick kiss before unbuttoning his pants. Before you can even blink, his pants are off, and he’s pulling you closer to him. You feel your bare skin against his, sending chills down your spine. Eddie kisses you gently, cupping your jaw with his hand.
He leans you down, until your back is against the mattress again. Your head hits the pillow, your legs wrapping around Eddie's waist, pulling him in closer. You moan when you feel his bulge through his boxers, his hips digging into yours.
Eddie reaches behind you, fumbling for your bra hook. Eddie rocks his hips into yours, peppering kisses on your neck. He unlatches your bra, pulling it away from your body. "Y/n, are you sure you want this?" Eddie asks, his voice quiet.
He's still halfway expecting you to push him away, telling him you're too good for him, that you really want Jason, instead. But you don't. Instead, you moan, nodding your head.
"Yes, Eddie. I want this. I want you," You beg, watching as he pushes your hair away from your face. "If I do this, you're gonna be mine. I'm gonna be buried in this pussy for the rest of your life, honey," Eddie mutters, listening to you whimper underneath him.
"Yes, E. I'm yours, forever," You whimper.
Eddie groans, reaching between your legs and jerking your panties down. You kick them off your legs, eager to spread your legs for Eddie. He wraps his fingers around his cock, blushing as you eye him, your eyes widening.
“Eddie, I don’t think that’s going to fit,” You mutter, moaning quietly as Eddie drags his cock through your folds.
Eddie thinks he might die then and there.
“You ready, baby?” Eddie asks, his voice suddenly deeper. You instantly nod, not wanting to drag this out any longer. You want Eddie, forever. Eddie slowly pushes into you, dropping his head to your collarbone as he feels your walls fluttering against him. "Shit, honey," He mutters.
You wince, wrapping your arms around his back, pulling him as close as humanly possible. "Eddie, it hurts." You whimper, watching as he lifts his head, pressing a kiss to your nose. You can feel him stretching you, invading your walls. "It'll feel better soon, I promise," Eddie whispers, pushing into you even deeper.
You gasp, shutting your eyes. As quickly as the burn came, it left. "There... You're all mine now, yeah?" Eddie asks, smirking as you nod, never stopping to hesitate. Eddie pulls out slowly, before pushing back in. He's going painfully slow, so slow he thinks he'll lose his mind.
He watches the way your mouth forms, letting a quiet moan slip out. He bites his lip as he resists the urge to slam into you, making you cry out. He can't wait until he has you face down, begging for him to cum inside you.
But, this is your first time. He has to be gentle.
"E-Eddie!" You whine, writhing underneath him. Eddie continues to thrust into you, his hand digging into your hip bone. You let him mark you up, with hickies, bruises, fingerprints-- whatever he wants. "This little pussy belongs to me now. Not gonna let anyone else touch it, right?"
You shake your head, wrapping your legs around his waist. You dig your heels into his waist, trying to pull him closer, deeper. "N-never, Eddie! Just you!" You cry. You can already feel your stomach tightening, and you know it won't be much longer for you.
"You really wanna be mine forever?" Eddie asks, his voice deep. You open your eyes to look at him, nodding as you meet his eyes. "Fuck. 'M gonna cum soon," He groans, biting his bottom lip. His hips quicken, your pussy drawing him in even further.
"Want me to cum inside you? Fill you up with me? Get you pregnant so everybody knows you let trailer trash pop your little cherry? Have everyone knowing I fucked you so good I got you pregnant the first time?"
Eddie's voice sends you over the edge, your pussy spasming around him, earning a soft chuckle from Eddie, making a mental note of what gets you going. The mental image of him filling you up with his cum does him in, his hips snapping against yours. It isn't long before you feel his warmth spreading through you, claiming you. Eddie slowly pulls out of you, rolling over next to you.
You try to catch your breath, pulling the sheets over your naked body. Your cheeks are red, and you can't even look at Eddie. Not because you regret it, but because he's your best friend. How are you ever going to look at him again?
Eddie reaches out for you, pulling you against him. He presses a quick kiss to your temple, his eyes fluttering closed. "You're not going to regret this in the morning, are you?" He asks, his voice quiet. His heart breaks in his chest at the idea of you leaving early in the morning, without saying a word to him.
Sure, you might not like being popular, but that doesn't mean you want to be stuck with him forever.
You roll over on your side, resting your cheek against his sweaty chest.
Summary: Eddie can’t get a moment alone with his girlfriend
Word Count: 3.7K
AN: This is just pure smut… And yes, Eddie is a switch, that is a fact.
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Eddie Munson was now a believer.
He’d never been a religious or spiritual man, but here and now, he understood, he believed. He knew heaven existed because he could’ve sworn he was in it.
Her hips moved with abandon, her pace quick and hard, rendering him a speechless fool who could nothing but stare up at her in awe.
Her hands held his tightly, pinning his arms down to the mattress, the act of dominance - no matter that he could easily overpower it - made his head spin. His legs were practically shaking beneath her, his mind hazy as she fucked him wildly.
Summary: Eddie wakes up in the hospital after fighting in the upside down
Word count: 1.5K
AN: Just fixing what needed to be fixed, enjoy! xx
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Eddie groaned as he came too, his entire body aching and burning as though he had been dragged across hot coals. His eyes fluttered open and his brows furrowed as he noticed the harsh fluorescent lights above him, confused as to where he was.
It all came back to him in a second. The upside down, Vecna, the bats, the bites.
His eyes widened and he began to pant heavily, panic gripping him tightly. He felt like he was trapped in a tunnel, sounds around him echoing eerily. He heard a rapid beeping somewhere in the distance and he jumped as he felt hands on his shoulders, forcing him to lay back down.
“Hey, hey, easy, Kid. You’re ok.”
His uncle came into view and he felt his panic beginning to ease slightly.
“Eddie, you’re ok. You’re in the hospital. You’re alright.”
Eddie swallowed thickly, remembering hearing a deafening scream of his name before it had all gone black.
She had been there, she had come back for him, she had saved him.
Eddie sat up again, his heart rate beginning to climb, the monitor beside him going haywire once again at the thought of her, at the mere possibility that she hadn’t made it out of the upside down.
