what happens here, stays here
disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. includes fem!reader n eddie munson, a lot of angst, lowkey slow burn, smuuut n just hot shit tbh.
You’re not sure exactly how you ended up here, but you did. Your friends had told you that there was a strange clock in the middle of the woods that made the birds flock together and the sky turn dark. You were curious, sure, but you didn’t intend on coming to see it all for yourself. But like always, you were forced convinced.
“So there’s this clock, right,” Your friend Sophie had the biggest smile on her face as she spoke about it, “Apparently Chrissy said it made weird noises the last time she was in the woods. Made the birds go crazy and everything.”
“We should go check it out.” Maise, one of your other friends chimed in. Everyone nodded in agreement and stood from their chairs, making their way out of the cafeteria.
“Uh, I don’t know,” You shrugged and tightened your grip on your bag, “I’m kinda tired and—”
Sophie held her hand up and you immediately stopped talking, knowing that she wasn’t going to listen to you if you kept going anyway. She grabbed your arm, pulling you towards her.
“All I’m hearing right now is a yes.”
You sighed and ended up giving in, walking with Sophie, Maise and your other friends towards the woods. One thing led to another and you were misdirected somewhere, and they all bailed on you to spend time with some of the boys on the basketball team.
The clock didn’t chime, the birds didn’t flock, the sky didn’t go dark. So it was safe for you to be left alone..right?
So here you are, abandoned in the woods with no clue where to go. You can’t even remember where you left your bag. All you can think about is how much you wish Steve and Robin were here with you right now. They’d know what to do.
“Stupid fucking family video.” You murmur to yourself as you trek through the woods, cursing at the fact that your only real friends are currently hung up with their jobs.
You knew you shouldn’t have come here. You knew that there was no point. You knew you couldn’t trust those girls. Yet here. You. Are.
The sound of the clock finally striking makes you jump, and you notice that the sky is starting to darken. Chrissy was right.
You notice the birds all flying down from the sky, quickly getting lower and lower until they’re—
“Shit!” You duck your head down as they all fly past you. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest.
Once they’ve all flown away, you stand back up and begin speedwalking down the woods. You don’t know where you’re going, but what you do know is that you won’t be staying here for a second longer. Not willingly, anyway. You cross your arms over your chest and keep your eyes on the ground as you make your way. You’re stranded.
Your mind begins to wander to the most worrying outcomes imaginable. You start to picture all the different ways you could die out here. And there’s so many fucking ways.
A second bell toll makes you jump. You turn your head as you walk, checking if there are any more birds making their way to you dangerously quickly. Nothing.
Nothing behind you at least.
“Fuck!” You gasp and step back after bumping into someone. Your fear quickly dissipates into anger when you notice who it is that you bumped into.
“Woah, hey, sorry. Easy there,” Eddie holds his hands up, chuckling as he eyes you up and down. “Oh, it’s you,” His smile drops once he notices your face, “What are you doing here, Y/N?”
You hold your hand up to your chest, trying to catch your breath, “I could ask you the same thing, freak.”
“So original,” He rolls his eyes, taking a cigarette out from his back pocket, “I’m always around here. It’s where I handle business.”
You scoff, “Is that what you’re calling it now?”
He lights his cigarette and takes a drag, not bothering to answer you yet.
You two have been at each other’s throats for years now. It’s as if no matter what either of you do, no matter what you say, it always ends in someone getting hurt or annoyed. There’s always an argument that leads to irreversible disrespect. You despise each other, and there hasn’t been a single moment between the two of you where you haven’t made that clear.
“It’s what I’ve always called it,” Eddie finally answers you, giving you a dirty look, “Sweetheart.”
“Sweetheart? That’s new.”’ You shoot back a reply, making sure to keep your distance as you continue to walk. The last thing either of you want is to be close to each other.
Eddie stops walking for a moment to turn and face you.
“Yeah well annoying bitch kinda got old and lost its spark,” He shrugs, dropping his cigarette and stepping on it, “So sweetheart it is. You probably hate it more because it’s actually nice.” He’s right.
“I do,” You nod, unable to stop the humoured smile from showing on your face. Eddie smiles back at you.
You both smile for a second, laughing softly and almost enjoying each other’s company for once. You don’t know why, but it’s nice. It’s a strange new feeling—neither of you like it.
The laughter slowly fades and there’s a silence between the two of you again. An uncomfortable silence. Not the type of silence that you’d hope for, where you don’t have to listen to his annoying voice and he doesn’t have to listen to yours. The type where you both don’t know what to say.
The type of silence you’ve never had before.
“So,” You clear your throat, finally speaking up, “Where are your friends, freak?”
“I don’t have friends,” He murmurs with a low chuckle, laughing at his own joke, “Even if I did, I wouldn’t bring them out here.”
You smirk at him, “Why not? Worried they’ll get scared like you do?”
“I don’t like to mix my friends and my business. I came out here to do a deal and lost track of time,” He rolls his eyes and stays serious, not engaging in your attempts to piss him off, “Tend to do that a lot now.”
You purse your lips together to stop yourself from making another smartass remark as you both walk further. You have no idea where you are, and truthfully you hate the idea of Eddie being the only person who you can rely on to get you home safely.
“Where did you come from?” He asks, keeping his eyes in front of him. It’s typical for you both to take every possible chance not to look at each other.
“I don’t know, it all looks the same.” You murmur, feeling the fear start to creep back in. You’re stuck in the woods with someone you despise—who despises you right back—you have no idea how you’re going to get home, and shit is getting real.
“Do you remember something? A log? A tree? Something distinguishable? Anything?” Eddie’s voice breaks you out of your overthinking for a moment.
“There was a table,” You narrow your eyes in thought, “Big and circle. Had a black, uneven guitar drawn on the side of it.”
Eddie nods, seeming to know what you’re talking about, “Fucking love that dumb black guitar. It’s so metal.”
His words make you scoff and you stop walking. He stops as well, turning to face you and you finally share some eye contact.
“You drew it yourself, didn’t you?” You guess, pretending to sound serious.
His face scrunches up in defence, “So what if I did?”
“Brilliant..” You exhale, holding your hand up to your forehead, “Let’s go. I don’t think I can stand to be near you for another minute.”
“Touche,” He eyes you up and down with narrowed eyes, holding his arm out in front of him, “Anyway, ladies first right? After you, milady.”
You roll your eyes and quickly walk past him, knowing that he’s only going to overtake you and guide you to wherever you need to go. He just wants to wind you up as much as possible before that, first.
After ten minutes of silent walking, you both end up at the circle table, and for a moment you smile to yourself knowing that you can finally go home. Eddie helped you, who woulda thunk it?
“Circle table, metal guitar drawing, middle of nowhere. This is what you were looking for, right?” Eddie smirks at you, proud of himself for helping you. It takes every muscle in your body to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him, but you don’t, knowing that if it wasn’t for him you’d still be lost in the middle of nowhere.
Instead of thanking him, you stay silent. He enjoys it.
You’re happy and relieved for a split second, before you realise something.
“Right well, if we’re done here then..” Eddie begins to step away, stopping once he notices the worried expression on your face, “You okay?”
“My bag, it’s—it’s gone.” You bend over and begin to look under the table for any sign of it.
“Gone? What do you mean gone?” He kneels, helping you look under and around the table for your bag.
“I mean I left it here and it’s not fucking here anymore, Eddie!” You raise your voice, running your hand through your hair as you stand up.
“Well,” Eddie slaps his hands on his knees, standing back up, “You’re fucked.”
He takes a step towards you, looking like he might say something. You mentally prepare yourself for an argument and keep your gaze firm on him, refusing to back down. He notices, and sighs, deciding against speaking yet. Instead, he turns around and begins to walk again. You follow him.
“Where are you going?” You sound annoyed, but not as annoyed as you actually are. You know you’ve been pushing your luck with him and you don’t want to risk him leaving you out here on your own. You need his help. More of it.
“Did you have anything valuable in your bag?” He ignores your question and asks his own.
You shrug, “Just books from school and—” Your eyes widen, “—my keys..”
He stops walking and turns to face you, “Keys for what?”
You stay silent out of shock.
He sucks in a sharp breath, grinding his teeth together, “Shit.”
You can’t believe what’s happening. Not only were you left here by people who forced you to come with them—people who you considered friends—but now you’re don’t know where you are and you’ve lost your bag. You’ve lost your only way home with it.
And now you’re stuck here with Eddie fucking Munson.
“Yeah,” You scoff quietly to yourself at how easily you’ve ended up in such a horrendous situation, “Shit.”
“Okay, what about your parents?” He points at you, trying to spit ball some suggestions.
“I don’t have parents.” Your comment is crude but Eddie doesn’t seem fazed.
“Fuck me, same,” He replies quickly and moves on to thinking about what to do, “Uh..we’ll just have to—”
“Where are we?” You cut him off and look around where you are, trying to see if there’s any trace of the school or the rest of the town.
Eddie sighs, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose, “Y/N, please, one issue at a time.”
You cross your arms over your chest, making him sigh, “It’s too dark to tell. We’ll just have to walk far enough to see something in the distance. A car, a house, anything really. That’ll let us know where we are.”
“Don’t you have a flashlight?” You let out an aggravated breath.
“A flashl—“ Eddie scoffs, “Do I look like I have a—no seriously, what part of me screams I carry a flashlight with me everywhere I go to you?” He swings his arms around theatrically and you roll your eyes at him. He’s always so fucking dramatic.
“It’s dark, Y/N,” Eddie gives you a fake exaggerated smile, dropping it in a second, “But it’s not that dark. I can still fucking see you and those eyes.”
“You know what, why don’t you fucking bite me Eddie? How about that? How about you—“
Before you can start going off at Eddie for how excrutiatingly annoying he is, he yells to “Watch out!” and grabs a hold of your arm, pulling you down to the ground and falling on top of you.
Everything happens so quickly and you’re taken by surprise, too much to even react. All you do is gasp and look up ahead of you, noticing two bats flying past the two of you.
You figure that Eddie was trying to help you again somehow, even though those two bats couldn’t have done a single thing to harm you. They weren’t swarming you, they weren’t even flying at that fast of a pace like the other birds were from earlier. They were just..there. Just existing.
You shift your gaze back to Eddie, who’s looking down at you. Your faces are close..too close. For some reason, neither of you are moving.
You feel his hands right where they were before, on your waist holding you in place. Your eyes move down to where he’s holding you, and that’s when he snaps out of his daze. He quickly moves his hands off of you, standing up and clearing his throat.
“S—sorry, there were just—the bats were uh—“ Eddie scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, struggling to get his words out.
“There were two bats, Eddie. Two. It was nothing.” You chuckle, patting your shirt down as you stand back up, “What, are you scared of them or something?” You don’t put much thought into your comment—you just want to make fun of him for something stupid.
But his reaction to you—the way his entire body stiffens and his jaw tenses, the way his eyes narrow, the way he grits his teeth together for a moment—you can tell that this hits a little too close to home. Even for him.
“Just feel weird,” He shrugs, clearly playing down his fear and deflecting, “Always feel weird when I see bats.”
You might not be the smartest person, but you’re smart enough to realise that there’s something about this that Eddie isn’t telling you. You’re not friends though, so he doesn’t owe you anything—including an explanation.
You decide against pestering him over it further, and you both continue to walk down the woods in silence, in search of a smoking gun.
You’re not sure how long it’s been, but you’re exhausted. You’re cold, your feet hurt, your minds an absolute mess and you have no idea where you’re going to sleep tonight.
You pretend to be distracted by the trees around you, looking around as you walk to avoid looking in Eddie’s direction. He notices but he doesn’t say anything.
You take a deep breath to compose yourself before speaking up, “How much longer till we’re out of here?”
“When I’m lost? Normally takes an hour, give or take.”
You nod and cross your arms over your chest, accepting it. Eddie notices your demeanour before he turns his back to you.
“You okay?” He asks, almost sounding like he gives half a fuck about you. Almost.
He keeps walking, not bothering to look at you and wait for your reply. Again, you both despise each other. But at least he’s trying. At least he’s asking you questions.
“It’s dark and I’m cold,” You murmur, “So no.”
He chuckles, “It’s the middle of the night and we’re in the woods.”
You let out an exaggerated sigh, “Alright hotshot, show me the way home then since you know everything.”
“I will,” He nods, turning briefly to give you a smirk before continuing to walk next to you, “You can stop doing that by the way.”
“I’m not doing anything. I’m just sick of you running your mouth instead of taking me home.” You let out another sigh.
“That,” He turns and clicks his fingers, pointing at you and narrowing his eyes, “Right there. See? You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?” You scoff in defence.
Eddie tenses his jaw for a moment and you can’t help but smile to yourself, knowing that you’re getting on his nerves the same way he’s getting on yours.
“Acting like you somehow know better just ‘cause you’re pretty.” He murmurs, running a hand through his hair.
“You think I’m pretty?” You put your hand on your chest and pretend to be flattered by his comment. What is it they say about karma?
He rolls his eyes, “Knew you’d say that.”
You smile softly and exhale a quiet laugh from your nose, rubbing your hands together to warm yourself up, “You seriously don’t think I’m better than you?”
“Well I don’t see you finding your own way home,” He shakes his head and sighs, shaking his jacket off, “Anyway, take this.”
“Just take it and shut up.”
He holds the leather jacket in front of you and you take it. Under any other circumstance—seriously, any—you wouldn’t have accepted his jacket even if it would kill you not to, but tonight is the exception. The only exception, you think to yourself.
You wear his jacket quickly, crossing your arms again to warm yourself up quicker. It’s too dark to make out where you are, so you stay close behind Eddie as he leads you wherever he’s decided to go now.
He sighs, “Since you can’t get back into your own place and your friends left you to die, mine is the only other option.”
“Absolutely not.” Your reply is instant, and you stop walking to take off his jacket and hand it back to him. He stops shortly after, turning to face you.
“No?” He arches a brow at you, almost teasingly.
“I’ll just stay at Steve’s or Robin’s.” You murmur as you roughly throw his jacket back to him.
“Alright,” He nods his head, taking a step towards you to see your face better, “You know the way to either of their houses?”
“Because I sure as hell don’t. And they don’t know the way to mine.” He stares at you pensively, waiting on a reply.
“Fuck my life,” You groan, walking ahead of him to avoid seeing the smug look on his face, “Fine. Let’s just go.”
“Don’t sound so happy about it, Y/N.” You can hear the smirk on his face from behind you.
The next half hour is typical. You both throw nasty comments at each other but for the most part it’s okay—better than you would think it would be between the two of you, all things considered. About ten minutes into the walk he hands you his jacket back. He claims he gave it to you so that you’d shut up and stop complaining about how cold you are but, what he won’t tell you is that for whatever reason, he didn’t like the idea of you being cold.
And although you’ll never admit it to him out loud, you’re grateful that Eddie’s letting you stay the night at his place. It’s dark and cold—probably one of the coldest nights of the year—so you’re glad that you can at least sleep in a bed with a blanket to keep you warm.
Eventually you both reach the door to his trailer. He turns to face you for a moment, as if to ask you if you’re sure about this. You nod at him and that’s all he needs—he opens the door and within a second you’re finally inside.
“Right so, this is me,” Eddie leads the way and walks you over to his room, “You can wear something from my closet if you’re desperate. There should be a spare toothbrush in the bathroom from when Wayne stayed the night and opened a pack of two.”
You nod and he leaves the room to give you a moment to yourself. Instead of using it to change or get ready for bed after the day you’ve had, you use it to snoop. You look around his room in hopes that you’ll find something embarrassing to make fun of him for.
You open his closet, silently thanking the gods that despite the fact that he’s always wearing the same clothes, he seems to own many more.
You grab one of his Hellfire shirts—which of course, he has plenty of—and you begin to strip. You take your clothes off, sucking in a huge breath of fresh air as soon as you’re in the clean shirt. It’s Eddie’s, but it’s nice.
“You okay in there?” You hear his voice from behind the door, and again, you can hear the smirk on his face.
He takes that as his answer, opening the door and walking in.
“Now, that’s no way to treat a—” Eddie stops midsentence as he walks through the door to find you standing there in nothing but his shirt. He isn’t wearing one himself. He’s shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants that sit low on his hips.
He arches his brow at the fact that you’re actually wearing his clothes, but he quickly looks back up at your face, not giving you any sort of satisfaction in knowing you’ve surprised him, “—wait, you’re the guest. I could literally kick you out any second,” He walks past you to get to the bathroom, pointing his finger in your face, “Watch your mouth, Hellfire Queen.”
You roll your eyes, choosing to stay quiet so he doesn’t actually kick you out. You don’t look at him as he passes you either, instead focusing on his record player that’s conveniently in front of you. It doesn’t last long and you end up turning your head back around to catch another glimpse of him.
You’re both as exposed as you’ve ever been in front of each other, and neither of you know how to act.
“Speaking of mouths, I’m gonna brush my teeth. Don’t mind me.” He gives you a fake, exaggerated smile as he steps into the bathroom.
You return the fake smile, “Be my guest.”
“Hilarious.” He replies flatly, making you laugh.
He stares at himself in the mirror, pretending to play the guitar with his toothbrush for a moment before he covers it in toothpaste and puts it in his mouth.
“Freak.” You call out to him and he smiles at you with a mouthful of toothpaste, nodding in agreeance.
“Mhmmmm.” He winks at you and turns back towards his mirror, brushing his teeth and swaying his hips to some imaginary beat he’s humming along to.
Your eyes wander to his torso. You don’t know why but while he’s in front of you—you might as well. He has a tattoo on his chest that you’ve never seen, you’ve never really looked closely enough to notice it until now. He also has faint scarring across the side of his hip—again, something you’ve never seen.
“You gonna keep staring at me, or?” His voice is muffled from the toothpaste in his mouth but you can still hear the smugness. You don’t answer him straightaway, thinking of a good way to word what you want to say to him.
You want to ask him about his hips. Knowing Eddie, he’d think scars like that are metal. So why are they some sort of secret? Why don’t you know about them? Why doesn’t anybody know about them?
“What are they from?” You ask, deciding to be direct as you nod your head towards his scarring.
He pauses for a moment as if he’s surpised by your question. As if nobody’s ever asked him that before. As if he never expected anyone to.
He spits out his toothpaste and rinses his mouth, running his wet hands over his face a few times afterwards. He takes a small towel and roughly rubs his face dry with it—nothing you wouldn’t expect from him. You wait patiently for him to reply to you as he starts to tie his hair back into a low bun.
As soon as the answer leaves his lips, everything falls into place. Everything makes sense. Why he was experienced with the woods, why he noticed the bats before you did, why he got so scared by them even though he wasn’t scared by a single other thing you were both faced with on the way home—and there were many things and animals that were arguably more scary than a few bats.
You don’t need to know any more, you know enough.
You both exchange a knowing glance at each other and you look away to try and focus on something else to ease the awkward tension that’s bound to build up any second now. Your eyes fixate on a box of condoms that Eddie has sitting on top of his bedside table. You scoff and reach for it.
“Looks like you get around.” You hold up the box of condoms, smirking at Eddie as he runs a hand over his dry face.
He smirks back at you, walking out of the bathroom and snatching the box from your hands, “What’s it to you?”
You narrow your eyes at him, “Whore.”
He narrows his eyes back at you, leaning close to your face, “You love it.”
Your eyes instinctively move down to his lips for a split—a split—second and he steps back once he realises how close you two actually are. Neither of you are going to mention it, but you both know that you were a little too close to each other just then. And you liked it? Wait, did you like—
“Normally I’d make you sleep on the couch but I can’t be bothered to hear whatever shit you have to say about it,” Eddie sighs, trying his best to act natural, “You can take the bed.”
You roll your eyes, “Always such a gentleman.”
“Yeah, fuck you too,” He snorts, “You better not be here when I wake up.”
“Believe me, the second the sun rises I’m out of here.” You let out a playful scoff and he smiles at you for a moment before walking out of the room to leave you on your own.
You almost want to take the opportunity to snoop in his room again and see if he has anything else you could tease him about, but instead of going through his things and putting that extra effort in, you quickly graze size the room up with your eyes. It’s full of things you’d expect. Nothing surprises you. A few porn magazines, some cds, a record player, an electric guitar which you just know he tires himself with everyday, some unrolled joints, a pack of scattered cigarettes, lighters, an ashtray, condoms, guitar picks.
Again—things you’d expect.
After quickly skimming over his room, you walk into the bathroom to freshen yourself up. Your eyes fall to Eddie’s toothbrush and you’re reminded of how he was dancing earlier as he brushed his teeth. Something so simple but..oddly nice? Anyway.
You brush your teeth, wash your face, and somehow you’re still thinking about Eddie and his stupid dancing.
You walk over to the side of his bed and lay down, ignoring your thoughts and sinking into the bed, smiling to yourself at how surprisingly comfortable it is. Fuck knows what Eddie’s gotten up to in this bed. Eh, ignorance is bliss.
You try and shake the thoughts from your head and lay back, pulling the covers over yourself and staring up at the ceiling.
Unbeknownst to you, Eddie’s doing the same thing down the hall. Laid across the couch, unable to sleep, eyes glued to the same ceiling.
“Fuck it,” He whispers to himself and gets up from the couch, making his way over to where you are—in his bed. You hear his footsteps and quickly turn to your side, closing your eyes and pretending to be asleep so you don’t have to speak to him.
He stares at the closed bedroom door for a moment, debating if he should walk in. Why does he even want to? Why can’t he? It’s his room. But you’re in it. Why are you in it?
The door creaks open and you shut your eyes tighter even though he can’t see them.
You hear him let out a chuckle, “I know you’re awake, Y/N.”
“And I know you’re an ass,” You argue back and turn your head to look at him, glaring, “Where do we go from here?”
He’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his face, “Wherever you’re willing to go.”
He walks over to where you are, leaning down to get something from his bedside table. A cigarette.
You shake your head, “Do you have anything stronger?”
“I dunno,” You start but hesitate, glancing up at the ceiling for a moment as if it’s gonna help you, “Weed?”
He raises his eyebrows, almost looking impressed, “You smoke?”
“Wouldn’t mind trying it out.” You shrug.
“Yeah, that’s a hard pass,” He scoffs and places the cigarette between his lips, lighting it, “I’m not about to deal with whatever you become when you’re high for the first time.”
“Whatever I become? What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” You frown, offended.
He inhales a puff from his cigarette, “Nothing,” His eyes are back on you, “It’s just—you’re already unbearable enough when you’re sober. I can’t imagine what you’d be like all greened out.”
His face looks as serious as ever. You know he’s only saying this to get a reaction out of you but fuck—he’s great at it.
“Take that back.” You defend yourself with furrowed eyebrows, shoving his chest.
He scoffs and shoves you back, “I’m not taking shit back.”
“Eddie,” You raise your eyebrows at him, showing him you’re serious, “Take that back.”
“Y/N,” He mimics you, not backing down, “I’m not taking it back.”
You scoff at him and he smirks, knowing that he’s pushing all the right buttons to get the reaction he wants out of you. You’re so mad at him—so beyond mad—and the way he looks isn’t helping. His perfectly messy hair, his dimples, his tattoos, his smirk..
“You’re such a fucking asshole.” You scold him, mad that he’s enjoying this so much more than you are.
He puts his cigarette out on the ashtray by his bedside table, smirking and leaning towards your face to taunt you, “You’re such a fucking bitch.”
That’s all it takes for you to completely snap. You’re sick of Eddie always having something to say to you. You’re sick of the fact that he’s so unbothered by you. You’re sick of the fact that he’s exactly like you.
You push his chest and his back hits the headboard. He lets out a low scoff, still smirking.
“Once. Just once I want you to shut up and not say anything back to me. Just fucking once I want you to—"
“Stop, Y/N.” He tenses his jaw, starting to get worked up too. But you’ve started it now, and you won’t stop just because he’s asking you to.
“No!” You scoff, raising your voice and standing up from the bed. Eddie stands up with you, jaw set tightly as you keep yelling at him, “I’m sick of it!”
“Y/N, sweetheart—” He starts out, walking towards you and reaching for your arm lightly. That only angers you more.
You pull your arm away from him, “Don’t sweetheart me! I’m so sick of you always—"
For once, you know exactly what to say. You know exactly what you want to scream at Eddie. You want to tell him how annoying he is, how smug he is, how much you hate his bratty personality and how much you just want him to kiss you.
Somehow, he beats you to it. In the midst of your rambling, he’s moving himself onto you. His hands cup your face, guiding your mouth to his in a rough, needy, overdue kiss.
You kiss him back for a moment—you tell yourself it’s a reflex but it’s not—before coming to your senses, pushing him off of you and slapping him across the face.
“What the fuck, Eddie?” You yell out to him and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, your eyes widened at the fact that he did that..and at the fact that you enjoyed it. Details.
“Did you just—did you just hit me?” He holds his hand to his cheek, frowning at you.
His face softens. He swallows, staying silent.
Eddie kissed you. You slapped him. Neither of you can decide which is worse.
“I..” He sighs, trying to think of an excuse and opting to pin the blame on you, “You kissed me back.”
You scoff, denying it, “Did not.”
“You didn’t?” He arches a brow, as if to challenge you.
You nod as he takes a step towards you, closing the gap between the two of you. You fidget under his gaze, which is odd. First time for everything though, right..?
His eyes are low and his lets his tongue lightly graze over his bottom lip, looking at you in a way he’s never looked at you before. In a way he’s never looked at anyone before.
“No,” Your voice fades out as he leans down towards your face, “I didn’t..”
You both stare at each others lips, knowing what’s about to happen. The only question is, who’s going to be the first to crack?
“Eddie..” Your voice comes out as a whisper, your eyes still on his lips. He shushes you softly and the feeling of his lips hovering over yours sends you over the edge. You bite on the side of your bottom lip, almost whining at how desperate you are to feel him against you again.
“Fuck it,” He whispers, leaning down that little bit more and reconnecting your lips for a second kiss that you’re quick to reciprocate. Your hand pulls his face down to yours by his neck, deepening the kiss as he lets out a moan against you. You smirk and pull away for a moment, looking up at his hooded eyes.
“You did that time,” He whispers, “You kissed me back that time.”
“Shut up,” You lean forward, kissing him a third time. His lips are on yours again, moving desperately against you. His tongue is hot against yours, his teeth lightly biting down on your bottom lip.
It’s clear in this moment that you’ve both wanted this for a while—much longer than either of you will ever admit.
“What happens here stays here, right?” He murmurs against your lips.
You nod, “What happens here stays here, yeah.”
His hands spread out across your back, finally resting on your hips where he digs his fingers into your skin. You hum in satisfaction and tug on his hair. Your kiss is fast and needy, you’ve both wanted this for so long. Too long.
As fast as you’re kissing each other, you’re still both making sure to savour the moment. Making sure to savour how each of you feel, how you taste. Neither of you want to forget how this feels. You’ve both craved each other for so long and now you finally have each other right where you want.
You start to slowly move your hands from Eddie’s neck, moving them down to his chest. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours for a moment. Your breathing is shallow as you watch him step back, reaching for the hem of his sweatpants.
“No,” You step forward and grab his hand, stopping him, “Let me.”
He moves his hand away and nods his head slowly, his lips parted in anticipation as you reach for his sweatpants and slowly pull them down. His eyes close and he lets out a breath of relief. Your mouth waters at the sight in front of you. He’s hard—so painfully hard.
You’re about to drop to your knees when Eddie grabs a hold of your throat, making you gasp.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” He murmurs, “Ladies first, remember?”
You look up at him with lust and he steps forward, pushing you back onto the bed with his hand still wrapped firmly around your neck. You let yourself fall back against the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows as Eddie crawls on top of you and begins trailing kisses down your neck.
He tugs at the hem of your shirt and you take the hint, sitting up for a moment so he can pull it over your head. He unclasps your bra easily, and your breath hitches at the feeling of the cold air against your skin.
“Fuck, Eddie,” You moan out his name and he groans. His fingers brush against your nipples, making you suck in a sharp breath. The simplest touches from him drive you crazy.
“Poor baby,” He taunts you with a smirk, “So worked up and I haven’t even started yet.”
You try to contain your next moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing it, but you can’t. He feels so good.
“Want me to taste you?” Eddie’s voice is low in your ear, “Hm?”
You let out a quiet whine.
“Want me to let you ride my face with that pretty pussy?” He taunts, wanting you to speak.
“Fuck, E,” Your voice comes out as a whisper. You can’t form a thought, let alone speak one into existence.
“Answer me,” He prods, smirking against the skin on your neck, “Now.”
You look at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he’ll accept that as your answer. He smirks, unsatisfied, clicking his tongue.
You gasp as he digs his teeth into your neck, closing your eyes at how good it feels, “Yes.”
“Properly.” His teeth are rough on the side of your neck, where he sucks harshly on your skin.
“Eddie—fuck—” You choke out a reply and he chuckles, moving his lips from your neck.
He trails his hands down your chest, past your stomach and rests them on your thighs. He’s so close to where you want him, but not close enough. He knows it, you know it. He’s torturing you.
“Take it off,” He breathes out, running his hand along your thighs to tug on your skirt.
You lean back, opening your legs, “Take it off yourself.”
You don’t have to say it again. He smirks, reaching for the zipper and pulling it down, sliding your skirt off you. His breathing is heavy and eager.
“Tell me what you want,” He lowers his voice to a whisper, “Say it.”
Your breathing slows, your eyes down on his pretty face as he looks back up at you.
“Want your mouth on me, E,” You whisper, groaning when you see him arch an eyebrow at you, “Please.”
You’re desperate. Desperate for something. Anything.
“Good girl,” He looks into your eyes while he kisses down your body, moving his mouth down lower and lower, “Wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
You feel his hands across your thighs, his eyes still burning into yours asking for permission to keep going. You bite your lip impatiently and nod, holding yourself up on your elbow, using your other arm to reach over and push his head down lower toward where you want him. He gladly moves his head down, pressing a kiss to you over your panties. Your breathing staggers and you know you’re going to struggle to keep a hold of yourself.
Eddie’s eyes don’t leave your body as he quickly pulls your panties down, throwing them to the side and hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. He smirks at the scene in front of him. You’re on display for him. He’s never seen anything so beautiful.
“Give me something, freak.” Your words come out as a pained whisper, which only makes Eddie laugh. God—you hate him.
“All this for me?” His voice is low, his mouth hovering over your centre.
You huff, grinding your crotch up in the air for some friction, “Hate you.”
He smirks at you, knowing that that’s far from the truth, “You too, baby. Even when you’re getting on my fucking nerves though,” He leans forward, kissing your clit, “You’re still so pretty,” He licks a stripe up your centre, “So fucking pretty.”
Your mouth falls open and a silent moan leaves your lips, your eyes closing at the feeling of his warm tongue moving against you. He dips his tongue between your folds, licking up to your clit and all the way back down again. You’re sure you won’t make it, you won’t last long when he’s doing this. You can feel your stomach curling already.
He closes his lips around your clit, moving his tongue against your skin and slipping his middle finger into you.
“E—Eddie—” His name sounds like music coming from your mouth, “Your rings—” You’re cut off by your own moan as he starts to move his finger inside of you. You struggle to keep your eyes open, looking down at him to see him smirking up at you. He doesn’t care. He’s going to keep them on while he’s inside you.
His hand stays gripped on your thigh, his tongue matching the movements of his finger as he adds a second one in.
A whimper slips from your mouth, “Fuck.” You’re a mess. He’s a mess. You love it. He loves it.
“Taste so good, Y/N.” He whispers, smirking and moving his mouth faster to taste more of you.
“Please, Eddie,” You throw your head back, closing your eyes, “Don’t stop.”
He moans against you and your eyes open at the feeling, your mouth dropping at how good he’s making you feel.
“Name sounds so good when you say it,” His movements quicken, “Especially like that.”
A few minutes of Eddie’s fingers and mouth working on you, mixed with praise—“You look so pretty, baby”, “Taste so good”, “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”—and you’re crying out as your orgasm takes you.
Eddie makes sure not to leave an inch of your skin untouched, letting you ride your high out on his face. He leaves his tongue laid out flat against you and smiles as you mindlessly grind onto him until you physically can’t anymore.
“So fucking good for me,” He murmurs more praise as he climbs on top of you and hovers his mouth over yours, “Think you can be better?”
You nod and he holds his fingers up to his mouth, sucking himself clean as he stares into your eyes. You bite your lip, watching him as he moans around his fingers, still holding the eye contact. When he’s done, you bring your lips to his, grazing your tongue over his and tasting yourself.
You run your fingers through his hair, tugging at it to make him move his head back. He lets out a quiet groan and looks at you with hooded eyes. You begin to move your hands down his body as he moans into your mouth. Now it’s his turn to feel good.
He stops kissing you back for a moment, in awe at how a simple touch is making him feel. You look up into his eyes and he looks down into yours, holding the eye contact as you slowly move your hands further down his body.
“Open, sweetheart.” His voice is low as he lightly tugs your bottom lip down with his fingers, eyes locked on yours. You relax your mouth and let him open it for you. He leans down and a string of saliva slowly falls from his mouth into yours.
You’ve never experienced something like that before. Something so simple has you wetter and more worked up than you’ve ever been.
You lightly push him down by his shoulders, making the two of you switch places so that you’re straddling his lap. You watch his Adam’s apple bob when he leans his head back against the headboard, his breathing rugged as you begin to touch him through his boxers.
You place a kiss to the side of his neck before slowly making your way down, kissing past his chest and his stomach. You stop by his hip, where his scars are. His battle scars.
Looking up at him for a moment, you gauge his reaction. His eyebrows are furrowed—he’s confused. He’s not sure what you’re thinking or what you’re about to do. But he’s comfortable.
You give him a soft smile before looking back at his hip and leaning your mouth down to kiss across it. He sucks in a breath and you smile against his skin, feeling how much he’s loving the surprise act of intimacy. He reaches one of his hands down and intertwines it with yours, raising your hand up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles.
You pull away from his hip and straddle his lap, leaning your body over his and moving your lips against his. You let your fingers push at the band of his boxers. He moans into your mouth.
You take your chance and dip your hand into his boxers, grabbing his cock and slowly stroking it. Eddie moans and tries to move his hips with the pace of your hand, struggling to kiss you back. You move your lips to his jaw, trailing kisses down to his neck and shifting until your face is level with his crotch. You look up at him and smirk, pulling his boxers down and freeing his cock from them. Fucking hell.
You look up at him, impressed. He scoffs at your reaction, “Don’t look so surprised.”
You giggle and reach down, slowly stroking his length and planting a soft kiss to his tip before lubing it up with your saliva. He sighs at the feeling, leaning into your touch as you continue to run your hands along his body.
It takes you a second to wrap your mouth around him properly, taking him in as far as he’ll go. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat with every thrust of your head as you swirl your tongue around him, feeling as much of him as you can. You keep your eyes glued to him, loving the reactions he’s giving you.
You squeeze your thighs together at the way his mouth hangs open, his eyes closing at how good you feel around him.
“That’s it,” He nods at you, out of breath, “Good girl.” His fingers grip into the back of your hair as he brings you down further.
You’re not struggling as much as you expected to. After all, you want him. So fucking bad—and you’re about to make him feel it.
“Thaaaat’s it. Yeah, fuck.” He speaks through gritted teeth, fucking into your mouth and letting out a string of loud moans. Your breathing is laboured, but you’re enjoying yourself, feeling like you could do this forever.
With a few more thrusts of his hips, he’s pushed over the edge. He tastes better than you imagined.
You lick your lips and lean forward, kissing his neck as he comes down from his high.
“You ready to take all of me, baby?” He asks you, his breathing erratic.
You answer him with a kiss to his lips, slow and sensual. He smiles against you and keeps a hold of your waist, savouring you.
“Wanted this for so long.”
There it is. You’ve wanted to hear it from him for as long as you can remember and there. It. Is.
You smile at his admission, making your own, “Wanted this for longer.”
“You gonna give it to me?” Eddie pulls back for a moment, looking up into your eyes and biting his lip.
His voice. The desperation in it. The things he’s saying. The way he’s moving against you. He needs you just as much as you need him. More, even.
You decide to answer him with actions rather than words, reaching between the two of you and wrapping your fingers around him. You give him a few slow pumps, his mouth opening at the feeling. You make sure to keep your eyes on his, lifting yourself up and slowly lining his tip along your entrance. You hit your clit on accident, moaning at the feeling. Eddie’s head falls back and his jaw tenses, his nostrils flaring slightly. You’re killing him. You like it.
After teasing him a few more times, you finally position yourself on top of him and slowly sink yourself down, wrapping yourself around him. You make sure to savour the feeling—you’ve never felt anything like it. He’s spreading you open. He’s filling you up. He’s so deep.
He feels so fucking good.
You feel so fucking good.
You let out a gasp, gripping his shoulder as you move down until he’s completely inside you. You let yourself stay where you are for a moment, your eyes still on Eddie’s. His face already looks fucked out. He looks like he’s in pure bliss. You moan as you lift yourself up before sinking back down onto him. His hands guide your hips over him and you both gasp at the contact, starting to form a rhythm.
“So—fuck—” You gasp as your head falls to his shoulder, his hips bucking up into yours to feel you deeper, “So fucking big.”
He grins into your shoulder, rolling his hips forward and moaning at the feeling of you stretching around him, “So fucking wet.”
You set a slow pace, wanting to feel like this forever. Neither of you want to hurry this up yet, you want to feel every inch of each other for as long as possible. His fingers dig into your sides, your fingers tangling in his hair as you start to pick up the pace.
“Yeah baby,” His voice is breathless, staggered, encouraging you, “So fucking good for me. That’s it.”
His hand comes up to your face, where he cups your cheeks and pulls you towards him quickly. The kiss is harsh, taking whatever the two of you are willing to give each other. Right now—that’s just about everything.
“E,” You sigh, tipping your head back down onto his shoulder as you continue to ride him. He holds his arms around you, moving his hips up into yours and holding you close. The position you’re in is strangely intimate but neither of you are against it. You’re both at peace.
You both grind your hips at the perfect rhythm, your pants and moans filling the room.
He’s close. You can tell by the way his stomach is tensing. By the way his breathing is hitching. By the way his eyes are closing. By the way his eyebrows are furrowed. By the way his mouth is hanging open.
He’s close, and so are you.
“Cum inside me, E.” you whisper.
“Fucking Christ,” He groans and bites down on your shoulder, “You gonna cum too? Gonna make a mess of my cock?”
You whine out, nodding your head rapidly as you feel him speeding up his thrusts. His mouth is right back on yours, his hands travelling down your body and resting on your hips tightly as he fucks up into you with no remorse.
The two of you cum together, making an even bigger mess of each other than you’d thought you would.
You collapse against Eddie’s chest, trying to catch your breath when he flips your bodies over so he’s on top of you. He’s still inside you, and the sudden movement makes your aching cunt throb.
“My turn.” He smirks, leaning back down to reconnect your lips.
You whimper against his lips, and he smirks, speeding up his movements and beginning to thrust into you again. You don’t know how he’s able to go for another round so soon but you’re not complaining. You wouldn’t dream of it.
“You gonna take all of me, Y/N?” He asks as he thrusts into you, hands resting on either side of you. All you can do at this point is nod, your eyes heavy as you feel yourself getting dizzy with pleasure.
“Look at me.” His voice is stern, it makes you whine. You look up at him as well as you can, feeling your stomach curl.
You reach your hands to your sides, intertwining your fingers with his as he continues to thrust into you hard and fast, only slowing down when he nears his climax and you near yours.
“You gonna cum, sweetheart? Gonna cum with me? Yeah?” Eddie’s fucked out voice is all you need to be pushed over the edge for a third time, and your eyes roll back at the feeling of him letting go with you. Filling you up even more.
He plants a sweet kiss to your lips when you’re both done, letting you rest for a few minutes before he helps you up from the bed.
You both head into the bathroom to have a quick shower before you sleep. It’s safe to say that you’ve both seen a side to each other that you never expected to see. A side that you actually like.
With a few more exchanged kisses and a few cheeky touches, you’re both out of the shower and drying yourselves off. Eddie offers you your own towel but you settle for his. It’s not like he wasn’t cumming inside you a few minutes ago.
As you’re both about to walk back into his bedroom, you hear the sound of the trailer door opening.
“Eddie?!” Wayne’s voice shoots through the trailer, “Eddie, where are you boy?”
Your eyes widen and you look at Eddie, who has the same expression on his face.
He quickly grabs you and pulls you back into the shower, turning the water back on and closing the door.
“I’m—I’m in the uh—in the shower, Wayne!”
You gasp at the feeling of the cold water on you—it normally takes a few seconds to heat up—so Eddie quite literally takes matters into his own hands and covers your mouth.
You narrow your eyes at him and he mouths a quick “Sorry” to you, keeping his hand over your mouth.
“Oh, right. Okay,” You hear Wayne’s voice again, “Came to let you know your lights are still on but, I guess you already know that,” His footsteps grow more distant, “Turn ‘em off, boy. Some of us gotta sleep.”
“You got it,” Eddie calls out, “I’ll be out in a sec.”
“Yeah yeah, goodnight.”
The sound of the front door closing, followed by the sound of it being locked echo into the bathroom. Eddie moves his hand away from your mouth and is quick to lean down, reconnecting your lips in a quick kiss.
“That was close.” You murmur against his lips, chuckling.
He nods, stepping out of the shower and scratching the back of his head, “Yeah, too close.”
You both walk back into Eddie’s bedroom, as naked as ever as he grabs the clothes you were both wearing before. He quickly flicks the living room light off and hands you back his Hellfire shirt, and he pulls on the black sweatpants from earlier, not bothering to wear any boxers.
The tension in the room is thick. You both just fucked the life out of each other. Your legs are sore, your throat hurts from how loudly you were moaning, your heads a mess. Eddie isn’t feeling much better.
“Let’s never do this again.” You clear your throat, throwing his shirt over your head.
“Agreed, yeah,” Eddie is quick to nod, “Never.”
You both look at each other for about two seconds before grabbing each other's faces and kissing, rushing to take your clothes off again.
so..guess who’s back. i went on a trip w some friends n had the beeeesssttt time evaaa, which is why i was ia for so long. but not to worry, the bitch is back. i hope you enjoyed this shot. i hope you loved it. ik i loved writing it. normally i’d split this into 2 parts but bc it’s been so long i decided to treat y’all. lmk what you think.
i’ll get back to posting regular smut soon. this was mainly focused on the angst aspect. i’ve been so into slow burn angst lately—in case you couldn’t tell lmao. anyway, have a good day or night n enjoy my slutfest <3 see you soon.
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