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Fortunate Son (Eddie Munson X FemHenderson!Reader)
Summary: After years of mutual avoidance, now that your brother is in high school and already a registered nerd. It was only a matter of time before you came head to head with the self-proclaimed Hot and Dangerous Dungeon Master. Only you wish it could have been slightly different circumstances.
Characters: Eddie Munson, Henderson Reader, Dustin Henderson, Claudia Henderson, Mike, Lucas, Max, Robin Buckley, Garrett Emerson, Steve Harrington, mentions of Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, the rest of Corroded Coffin and Hellfire.
Authors note: Soo Enemies to Lovers? Because I can work with that. Lmk if you'd like a part 2 in the future! I hope it was worth the wait, I'm so sorry!
Warnings/Tags: ANGST/SMUT (minors din!!!)/FLUFF, Season 3/4 spoilers, name calling, handjob, thigh riding, language, degrading, praise. Switch Eddie because duh. Time-Skips, Dustin needing a freaking break. Nightmares, Death, family trauma, underage drinking, Claudia being the most hard working mama ever! Reader is alluded to big slightly bigger than Eddie.
"Dustin!" you said banging loudly on his bedroom door,
"Jesus, What?!" He said groggy and annoyed, voice doused in sleep.
"We're gonna be late again shithead!" you yelled bringing your fists to the door again in fury.
"Hey! Watch your language young lady." your mom scolded from her coffee cup in the living room.
"Sorry mom!" you said peeking out of the hall, Dustin opened the door hands full and threw a hat atop his messy curls. "Hurry up, I'll be waiting in the car. You're not making us late again."
“You’re such a bitch in the morning.” he grumbled under his breath only loud enough for you to hear.
“MOM! How come I got in trouble for swearing, when he just called me a bitch?”
“Did too, your pants are on fire!” You scream back at him
“Dusty, apologize to your sister and go to school.”
“I’m sorry.” Dustin rolled his eyes, buttering his toast.
“For you being a bitch.” He said forgetting Mom was listening, until she rose from her chair in the living room.
“Shit-, sorry Mom. I’m gonna make us late again at this rate. Love you!” He said pushing both of you out the front door.
“I should make you ride your bike if Mom wouldn’t take my keys and make me too.”
“Yeah-yeah, you’re all bark and no bite Y/N.”
“What’s up your ass this morning?” You say adjusting your seat belt and tuning the stereo to play a quiet 1970s rock station.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“Okay-, Is everything okay with you and Suzie?” He nodded, hands fidgeting in his lap adjusting his Star Wars shirt. “You got a test coming up Thursday in Science are you-?”
“Jesus, Y/N I’m fine, I swear I can handle it.” Dustin interrupts, turning his head to watch the trees as you enter Forest Hill Trailer Park. Max sitting on her steps as she did every Monday, her nose buried in a book only looking up to watch your car pull around. She smiled sleepily, walkman on her hip and no car in her driveway. Her mom must have worked overnight, that’s at least what she tells you.
“Morning sunshine.” You greet her as she opens the door behind your seat,
“Morning Hendersons, how was your weekend?” She asked shuffling to put her book away and latch the seatbelt.
“Better.” She smiled weakly, your eyes flickered to the rearview mirror. Taking note of the ever darkening circles under her eyes. A loud bang of a car backfiring shook all of you until your eyes landed on a white van, sputtering to life across the street. Shaking with the thrum of metal music, before it whirled out of the park. Looking at the time it was quarter-till, you muttered a profanity under your breath driving to the school. The two kids quickly jumped out of the car when you put it in park. Dustin ran over to join Mike and Lucas, while Max moved her headphones over her ears and went straight for the main entrance. You caught her arm on the way in.
“Hey, Max! We um packed you a lunch, I haven’t seen you in the cafeteria since well actually I’ve never seen you in the cafeteria.” you said sweetly holding out the crumpled brown bag that was similar to your own. Before she could express her gratitude Robin looped her arm in pulling you into the school. Max took the opportunity slip away from you,
“Morning hot stuff, what’s on the agenda today?”
“Something is wrong with the kids, I don’t know, I just have a funny feeling.”
“Well that’s not very hot, in like what way because when Steve is really upset I just slip some Laxatives in his apple juice and-”
“Ew no Robin, like Dustin is just acting distant and Susan wasn’t home again this morning.” She stops you in front of the band room as several other students shuffle inside,
“Maybe ask Nancy? You know sister to sister shit.”
“Mike and her have never been as close as Dustin and I, I doubt she knows anything.”
“Well there is one other person they’ve been around a lot-”
“Hell no, I’m not talking to Munson. He’s such an ass.”
“And you know that ‘cuz?”
“I have a good intuition and Billy used to buy weed from him. I never liked the way they talked to each other. He’s not a good influence on Dustin.”
“And Steve ‘Pantie Dropper’ Harrington passes in your book?” the warning bell rings above Robin as someone shoves you from behind, knocking your front into her.
“Hey-” You turn your eyes to the words Megadeth with demonized cherubs surrounding the band's notable skeleton and a red guitar pick covering the ‘a’. The movement of his chest breaks your trance looking up to Eddie Munson, bottom lip bitten between his teeth. Hiding the obvious smirk plastering his features, you were staring.
“Hello, you look extremely familiar.”
“I don’t have the energy for you to be an imbecile, you know exactly who I am.”
“Didn’t want to start the week with such malice, but if you insist.”
“Wait-.” You sigh deeply through your nose walking towards him, he doesn’t stop for you to catch up. Disappearing into a nearby classroom is one of many attempts to talk to Eddie. Asking one of the other Hellfire kids, a guy named Jeff, to arrange a deal with him since you couldn’t find a time Dustin was ever away from Eddie. You tell the boys to wait for you, that you have some extra credit to pick up after school. Max would take the bus or skate home if you weren’t already sitting in your car for them, not wanting to bother anyone. Fidgeting as you wait for the last bell to ring, you and Eddie shared this class Senior Speech. With many other seniors, most of them from various sports teams. It was an easy A class and they typically had to travel for any real competitions. The bell rings, you are the first up and out into the parking lot, watching to make sure no one is following you into the woods behind campus. You heard other long strides in the crunched leaves of the forest floor from a safe enough distance. Your heart banging against your chest, the last time you were in woods like these was after a demogorgon ate your mom’s cat. Being thrown into the supernatural world your brother had been dealing with alone for over a year, since you moved back home. At some point in your walk you find the tiny clearing with a worn picnic table carved with various letters and hearts. Running your fingers along them, the wind picks up for you to cower into the neck of your thin jacket.
“I knew you’d track me down to admit your feelings sooner or later.” Eddie comes out of the trees, metal lunch box in hand, the other tucked away into the front pocket of his black Levi’s.
“That's where you’re wrong, only in my worst nightmares.” You feel a pinch deep in your chest when he says it, your face contorting in a pained expression. Eddie’s face softens his mouth open and closes like a fish gasping for air.
“Look I’m not here to buy, okay, I need to know what’s happening with my brother.”
“I’m solely here to make some money, so if you’re not paying this whole thing is over. You can harass and haggle me another time.” Eddie turns to walk away,
“God would you stop walking away from me! I’ll pay you, and I don’t need whatever you were going to sell me. Give it to some other schmuck.” You scold palms coming to the hollows of your eyes in frustration,
“Relax, Priss. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know your brother.”
“Yes you do, are you blind and stupid?”
“Clearly because I don’t even know your name!-” He matches your tone, by barking back.
“Yeah you’re not so important that everyone in Hawkins knows who you are and why you’re hounding me. The clearly labeled, School Freak.”
“I just thought, ya’ know since you were friends that Billy told you. Or-or since we share half of the same classes you would have caught on eventually.”
“I wouldn’t call what Billy Hargrove and I had anything more than outlets of frustration. And I’d rather not be that way for someone else who will fucking toss me aside. Now if you excuse me you’ve wasted at least ten minutes of my time, and sucked about 5 years of my life from the air.” You stand, coming face to face with the boy in pure rage. Fisting the collar of his jacket in your hands, brushing along his jaw with prickly stubble as his breath catches in his throat. Face contorted in surprise, and pupils blown wide they could swallow his chocolate covered irises.
“Fuck you! If I hear you do one bad thing around or with Dustin, or any of those kids I will personally bury you six feet under.” You look at your hands pushing him back and briskly walk back to your car.
“Way to leave a man with more questions, Priss!” Eddie called at your back, you wiped the tears biting into your cheeks with the fall breeze.
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"Oh hey mom, don't forget I'm hosting the Hellfire Club meeting this Friday." Dustin said through a mouthful of meatloaf.
"Nerd-" You laughed under your breath,
"Excuse me?! Where did you hear that from?" You slammed a hand on the table enough to get a warning look from behind her glass of water.
"It's what Eddie calls you sometimes." Dustin said plainly,
"Okay kids! I'm working that evening so Y/N you'll have to stay home and make sure they don't cause any trouble." Your mom interrupts before more can be said,
"What they’re Dustin's friends, how's that fair?"
"I won't allow all those rowdy teenage boys here unless you or me is present. So you both best figure this out amongst yourselves, Dustin your dish duty."
"But Mommmm-" You whine and groan into your hands,
"No butts only dishes, now I'm going to watch Jeopardy while you finish cleaning up." She pushes in her chair, as you and Dustin eye her plate. Both reaching out to run it into the kitchen, you succeed walking away.
"No." You are muffled by the sounds of running water as you scrape the scraps off the two plates.
"No? What do you mean no?"
"No, I'm not going to wait on your friends during my weekend off. No, there's nothing you can do to convince me because I don't like them and I have my own plans that Friday." You lie through your teeth not making eye contact as he leans against the counter next to you.
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do instead?"
"Y/N all of your friends are my friends." Dustin laughs plopping his plate on top of the things you're rinsing, causing you to turn to his lop-sided grin.
"Well I bet I can convince you by... I don't know. I will do the dishes for the rest of the year." You contemplate the temptation, wondering exactly how far your baby brother is willing to go.
"And I'll rent whatever movie you want to watch that night, and-and clean up after." He bargains,
"And we'll stick to my room and the table."
"Why would they be in your room?" You ask him with a laugh, packing away the leftovers in tupperware to have later in the week.
"Because it's a stay over campaign, we start Friday night and finish Saturday."
"Hell no. No, I'm not sleeping around several horny teenagers that stink up the house. A wall, being the only thing separating me from the Neanderthals' you call friends. I already had to convince Mom you weren't actually worshiping the devil and lying that Eddie Munson isn't a criminal and a bad person." You whisper the last sentence to not arouse suspicion, there were plenty of things Claudia Henderson was blissfully unaware about and you were determined to keep it that way. Even adopting Tews a cat with the personality of the meatloaf you tried to cover with an intense amount of gravy to make palatable.
"He isn’t. You're only a criminal if you get caught and you have no proof he even sells shit. It's all in your head, Y/N. Just like everyone else in the school you’re judging him on his metal exterior." Not wanting Dustin to be fully aware of your escapades in your early high school career you decide to let it slide this time.
"Yeah so I'll say it again, there is nothing you can do to convince me to stay." You walk towards your bedroom at the end of the hallway, only to be stopped with arms around your waist holding you to them.
"No wait! Please, please Y/N. I really want to do this, I'll do whatever you want, promise. Mrs. Wheeler is hosting her book club that night and the Sinclairs are going to some weird uncle's house. I’m the only new member that hasn’t hosted yet, I’m the only option here. Just one night of your lonely existence, before you move super far away for College and I don't see you everyday. Again." You squeeze the hands crossed along your stomach, lovingly. Little did he know you would never leave him, not like Dad did. Never again, he was the reason you moved back home. To Hawkins, and why you would never share what happened when you did live apart. You couldn’t be the one to leave first, Dustin deserved college a life away from this scary place. And you’d watch from the sidelines, waiting for him, taking care of mom so he could live the life you weren’t made for. You didn’t even want to fill out the applications, you didn’t work hard enough for a scholarship anyway.
"You'll do dishes." You ask, turning around to look at him glossy eyed.
"Yes." He nodded eyes on the ground,
"And I get free food, and a movie." You tip his hat back in fondness.
"Yes and we won't bother you, I swear."
"Ugh fine. Whatever happened to the dorky little brother that worshiped the ground I walked on?"
"He had to grow up too fast."
"Awe Dusty, hey. I swear, I will willingly be here as your friends destroy the house when mom's not here. As long as you're happy." You pull him into a bear hug, one strong enough to knock his hat and ensure giggles from him.
"Okay." He squeezes you back.
"And do the dishes." You whisper into his shoulder,
"Shut up, you're ruining the moment."
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Knocking at the door interrupts your quiet reading, lounged on the sofa. Music loud enough to distort Dustin's voice when he calls from the kitchen. "Y/N!" He yells over the music.
"What?!" You yell back at matched intensity.
"Please get the door, my hands are full."
"Ughhhhh," You begrudgingly swing your legs off the couch, rising to go over to the door. Unlocking the deadbolt, "I wasn't supposed to have to do anything." You tell Dustin as you swing the door open, your back half-way turned.
"You do things for other people? Shocker." Eddie says from behind you, a large bag slung over his shoulder. Nose tinted pink from the brisk air, lining Hawkins with a mild frost. Behind him are the merry band of misfits he had collected over his extensive stay at Hawkins High School.
"Someone took off your muzzle? Unbelievable." Before Eddie could open his mouth in defense, the other boys pushed past him to get inside. You move into the entrance of your hallway, each greeting you going to drop their stuff off in Dustin's room. Where Mike and Lucas led the other three boys in Eddie's posse.
"Why do you hate me so much? I mean I enjoy our banter more than anyone but when I think about it. I can't quite remember why we became this way in the first place."
"Why do I hate you? You're turning my younger brother to the dark side, along with his very impressionable friends. They've been through too much-"
"That's it?" Eddie cut you off too quickly and nonchalantly for your efforts in practicing to confront him over the years.
"Pfft no." You said crossing your arms over your sweatshirt that while standing covered the shorts you wore, getting too hot under the collar at Eddie’s intense gaze.
"Okay well, when you actually have a reason. Let me know." He winks at you shifting his bag over his broad shoulder better, brushing against your side as he passes you to Dustin's room.
"That right there!" You point at the back of his head, Eddie turns on his heel in the narrow hallway. Cocking his head to the side, his hair free flowing to expose the length of his neck. "That tacky male bravo, it's like you're messing with me every chance you get."
"Y/N, I know I'm irresistible. You don't have to play coy."
"You are an asshole. A pompous shithead."
"Fine, here I'll make you a deal, Miss Priss." His free hand adorned with rings you'd never seen him without brushed a stray strand of hair off your shoulder. "I promise not to tell anyone the way you squeeze your thighs together when we argue. Or how your pupils dilate every time you see me. For a favor-."
"Loser? Yeah, I can't wait for you to start sneaking me around, realizing how you crave my company. I wonder what you think about, is it my hair? My lips, or maybe my hands?" He wiggles his fingers, placing his hand on the wall next to him. Closing the two of you into your own bubble of heat, and you were very willinging to play a game.
"If you want me," you say to Eddie leaning into his tease, tracing the outline of his face with your eyes. "Come get me." Eddie's throat bobs looking in your eyes waiting for the punchline or hesitation.
"You really think, I'm dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?" Eddie laughs off your advance, shaking his head and backing away from you. “You’re a tease.”
“Oh if only you knew Munson, if you only knew.” You say this time knocking your front into his shoulder so much he fists his hand to avoid touching your bare thighs. “Try not to be up too late, you need all the beauty sleep you can get.” You whisper against his neck, his breath catches and his eyes widen as he greets your brother down the other side of the hallway. You lock your door, slinking to the floor with your back up against it trying to understand what just happened. When you hear the phone ringing from the kitchen.
“Y/N! It’s Robin.” He yells at you,
“Okay one second!” You yell back, listening to the whispers from the hallway. ‘Do they ever stop yelling?’, ‘It’s just how they communicate.’ You take the opportunity to slide off the sweat shirt, adorning yourself in one of Billy’s old crop tops you’d taken in the mists of Susan and Max being evicted. Showing a thin line of midriff and the curve of your hips, walking down the hall in sock clad feet. All the boys stop to watch you walk into the kitchen having to weave around Eddie’s pushed out chair, as his eyes take in your frame and the new expansion of skin you had exposed. Dustin hands you the phone and you miss Robin’s greeting as he tells them.
“Hey eyes off my sister, she’s off limits.” He points to all of them opening his notebook, sitting to the right of Eddie’s Dungeon Master screen.
“Hey, Girl Henderson!” You hear Robin call from the receiver,
“Oh hey sorry, just a little distracted.” You apologized, turning away from the boys, far more interested in the bowl of chips on the counter.
“Yeah-Yeah anyway are you coming?”
“To Vicki’s party? She invited me and I got nervous and asked if you and Steve could come too.”
“Right now?” You whisper, covering your adjacent ear while Eddie introduces the one-shot.
“No next year, yes! Right now, Steve’s on his way to pick me up then-”
“Robs I can’t. I promised my mom and Dustin I would stay home tonight. Just go with Steve. I’m sure he can keep himself busy while you woo Vicki.” You cut her enthusiasm short, untangling the phone cord between your fingers. Whispering so none of the boys could hear you, Dustin already knew Robin’s secret. Just due to them staying with you for a minute after starcourt, he had asked Steve and Robin if they were dating and well you can only say your just friends for so long when you do everything together.
“Please Y/N, two hours. Wait one! Your Mom will never find out, you’ve kept bigger secrets from her.” You knew Robin wasn’t lying, and the boys would be too engrossed in their game to even notice your absence. You were only going to do some homework and go to bed anyway. Dustin might even appreciate the empty house.
“Okay but if I get caught sneaking out you and Steve need to give me rides until I’m ungrounded. Which could very well be for life.”
“That’s a sweet deal, babe. We’ll be there in 20, look hot. Maybe we can snag you some fresh meat too.”
“Bye Buckely.” You hang up the phone, writing down Vicki’s phone and address and a small note for Dustin. Walking out into the dining room Dustin had spent the last two days working on. Ruffling his hair to his disgust and placing the note on his notebook.
“I’ll be back, it's a Buckley-Harrington emergency, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“What about Mom?” He whispered back, eyeing Eddie in his peripheral.
“Mom won’t know, just how she doesn’t know about-”
“Anything you need to share with the group, Y/N?” Eddie asks, interrupting Lucas’ turn.
“Mind your business, thanks, this is my house.” You sneer, gripping Dustin by the shoulders.
“Okay, go before it's my turn!”
“Love you, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! House is girl free!Have fun, gentlemen and Munson.”
“I know.” you smile, walking into your room. Throwing your closet open, looking through a great deal of clothes not quite finding anything you deemed party attire. Instead you simply settle for some jeans and a burgundy scallop edged sweater, lacing your chunky boots and adding a leather jacket to tie them together. For makeup you add a swipe of vibrant yellow shadow on your eyelids and smoke it out with a coal liner. With a muted pink lip the same color as your cheeks, letting your hair out of it clip to rest along your shoulders. There’s already honking from outside the house, grabbing your wallet and racing out your room. Hitting Eddie straight in the chest on his path down the hallway, he pauses watching you walk away. You wave to the boys before opening the door seeing Steve’s burgundy BMW waiting in your driveway. Robin flagging you down from the passenger seat, you were in for a long night.
Unlacing your left boot to grab your house keys, still definitely feeling the effects of drinking jocks under the table and winning at beer pong. You finally get the key in the hole which was hard seeing as there were three, unlocking the door and stepping out of your loud boots on the way in.
“I’ve been waiting a while.” Eddie says from your Mom’s armchair startling you, with Tews in his lap and reading your discarded book from earlier. The light of the TV is the only thing illuminating the high points of his face, shadowing his dark eyes peering through his wispy bangs. Making him look especially menacing and attractive.
“It’s three in the morning.” You grumble holding your shoes with the hand your watch is on, accidentally dropping one to the floor. Shushing yourself as you bend over to pick it up, stumbling slightly. Eddie jumps up, catching your elbow and pulling you up to meet his eyes.
“I know, I told Dustin I’d make sure you got home safe.” He grits through his teeth, in a whisper.
“Well look at you doing something nice for me.” You giggle, shrugging out of his warm hand tossing the other shoe away with more kindness.
“I did it for him. What were you thinking?” He scolds, looking to the hallway where all the boys were fast asleep. The room spins as you look up at Eddie, smiling as butterflies fill your stomach. Running a clumsy hand along his cheek to brush his soft curls back.
“I’m thinking-” The butterflies nearly escape as you cup a hand over your mouth running to the kitchen to the empty sink. Colors of the night's endeavors spilling from your stomach, you feel a hand run through your hair picking it up from the sweat coating the nape of your neck. You grip the porcelain tightly, turning on the cold water to wash the sick away. The room stopped spinning and there was one of everything, thank God Dustin did the dishes.
“Better?” He asks next to you, twisting the hair in his grasp.
“Yeah, better.” Your eyes droop as you cup some water into your palm bringing it to your lips, cooling the burn in your throat.
“You should go lay down.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. I don’t need to go to bed, I’m not tired.” You bite back, turning to look at him. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, Eddie just watches as neither of you pull away.
“Do you want me to change that?” He whispers, pulling the strand of hair he missed behind your ear. Your fit of giggles turns into a sad mewl, turning your body towards his.
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
“I’m always nice to you sweetheart.” He angles his head to brush against your neck, inhaling and exhaling hot breaths into your hair. “You told me to come get you, that's what I plan to do.”
You preen into his touch, latching onto his arm to pull him closer. He stops, pulling away from you to turn off the water. Whimpering, when he steps behind you the heat of his body radiating along your spine.
“No, not tonight I think. You should go to your room, your mother will be back soon.”
You wake up the next morning, to a crowd of laughter and the smell of bacon. Your trash can close to your bed, a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin calling your name from the nightstand. You groan as the last night's gestation craned your body to stretch, you aren’t wearing any pants as you rise from the comforts of your bed. Looking closer in your bedroom the jacket you wore is carefully draped over the desk chair. The covers were pulled delicately over your body, an assortment of knocks rattles your bedroom door. Sending a strike of pain along your temple in response, flinging yourself over to the door. Opening it to find Dustin already dressed for the day’s game.
“Y/N, we need to talk.” he pushes his way into your room.
“Please let yourself in, why don’t you.” You laugh leaving the door open just a hairline crack.
“Hey this is serious, I just-. I have this gross feeling there’s something going on between you and Eddie.” You bark out a laugh, covering the blush in your cheeks.
“Dusty, come on. We’re horribly mean to each other, the only thing we have in common is you for Christ's sake.”
“I act way nicer to Steve and we’ve never made a move on each other. Because you asked us not to and he is off doing his own thing.”
“But that’s what you’re doing, you act like you two don’t care about each other. All aloof and then in a week I’ll find you sucking face in the back of his van.”
“If you are worried about us Dustin, why did you let him stay up until I got home?” You went to the water and aspirin taking two, downing the cup of water to race them.
“What are you talking about? Eddie was the first to fall asleep last night. You could’ve confused him with maybe Robin or Steve even.”
“Um, I think I know who I was talking to last night.” You laugh, digging through your dresser for a pair of sweats.
“Fine, say that it was Eddie, regardless I don’t want you to date him.”
“I’m not going to date him, but have him stop putting the moves on me.”
“He said you keep flirting with him.” Dustin says from his spot on your bed, kicking the trash can that was in the way.
“What are you, playing anti-matchmaker? Look, any kind of attention Eddie consumes because before Hellfire he was just as lonely awkward teenager like the rest of us. Now he’s an adult and still playing with teenagers. Trust me when I say, I’m not trying to ‘get with’ Eddie Munson. Is that enough to convince you?” You say so quickly you run out of breath, Dustin doesn’t look very convinced.
“Okay, if you say so. Mom is making breakfast, she wanted me to get you.”
“Yeah okay let’s go, do I look hungover?” You say putting your hair up and wiping sleep from your face.
“No Eddie told her you had the stomach flu.” He says walking to the kitchen, you cock your head to the side in confusing.
“Morning’ sleepyhead!” Your Mom says, placing an ungodly stack of pancakes in the center of the table. “How are you feeling?” She says rounding the dining room to come feel your forehead,
“Better, thanks Mom.” You smile weakly, accepting her morning embrace. She’s still wearing her work clothes.
“Hey where’d Eddie go?” Dustin asks snatching a pancake to layer on his plate, you hear his voice before seeing him come from the hallway.
“Sorry, I got pancake batter all over my shirt.” He says clapping Dustin on the back, walking past you in the kitchen. Keeping his head low so you were unable to make eye contact with him. He’s wearing a long sleeve rolled up to the elbows, showing off his arm tattoos with fingers bare without his signature rings. He fumbles with the cabinets looking for something, the smell of coffee entices you to follow. Definitely not the way his shirt rides up showing the dark happy trail disappearing into his sweatpants. Or how low they were on the dips of his hips. You walk over next to the sink, opening the cup cabinet, getting yourself and him a mug. He watches as you walk over to him, handing him the Winnie the Pooh mug.
“Winnie the Pooh, huh?” He asked unamused.
“Sorry.” You say, trying to take it back by the handle in your hands. He stops you, holding it out of your reach. “I didn’t mean to emasculate you, by handing you a beloved childhood bear inspired coffee cup.” His face doesn’t change, not even a chuckle as he reaches over to pour himself a hearty cup.
“It’s okay, nothing you haven’t done before. But hey, I should be grateful for any attention I get right?” Your heart drops into your stomach, sinking deep into the pit of acid as he says it with bitterness. Like venom was dripping from his tongue, but his eyes never faltered as he watched you.
“What you didn’t mean to what? Finish that thought Y/N, because I think I know exactly what you’re going to say.” He gulps down a large portion of the bronze liquid,
“Oh you do huh? Then what about last night? Did you mean that?” You spit back, only your voice was smaller than you wanted it to be.
“I have no idea what you're talking about.” He taunts, nostrils flaring in anger. You shake your head confused, opening your mouth to speak.
“Hey honey, I’m going to bed now.” Your Mom says, peaking around the corner, “Thank you for your help this morning making breakfast Eddie. Finally, a meal that’s edible in this house.” She boasts, earning her a blushing smile from Eddie turning to her. Your insides twist in jealousy, as he speaks to her in a kind and gentle tone like he did when you were sick. It seemed like eons ago.
“Of course, it was my pleasure Mrs. Henderson. My uncle’s place doesn't have quite the space for something so elaborate.”
“Please just call me Claudia, you’re welcome anytime. It is very nice to finally meet you and your club. Dustin and Y/N bicker about you all the time.” His laugh coated in sugar as he giggles into his coffee cup.
“Mom-.” You chastise, setting your cup on the counter next to you.
“You don’t say, well I’m one of a kind when Hawkins is concerned. I’m sure they aren’t the only ones.” You walk out of the kitchen, head and body aching. Footsteps follow close behind you as you close the bathroom door, sitting on the toilet. Knocking interrupts the clouds swimming in your brain, did you really dream all of it last night?
“Go away.” you say to the closed door. The handle turns, scary you to jump up and stop it from opening further.
“Y/N, get out here you’re being extremely rude to that nice young man.” She whispers into the crack of the doorway.
“Mom please, I’m gonna be sick.” You falsely whimper into the door, leaning against it more. “I’ll be out in a bit, I’ll apologize.” She closes the door and you lock it shut, sinking into the frame. Looking in the mirror and seeing someone you hardly recognize from a year ago. You’re closest and only friend when moving back to Hawkins caught by a deep conspiracy and left to a mass grave where the mall used to stand tall and shiny. Now burned and decaying, the only one who understood the type of person you were. Angry and mean, cold and distant. You were the spitting image of your father, and you hurt people just the same. Hot tears run down your cheeks, fogging your eyes as you look in the mirror.
You open the door to see Eddie raising his hand to knock on your closed bedroom door. Dropping it back at his side in defeat as he turns around to see you, red in the face as tears still shine in your eyes. His harsh act shields around his features again, making you step back to close the door again. His hand stops it, pushing it open enough for him to step inside with you. Trapping you with him in the small bathroom, his fingers agilely lock the door behind him. The rise and fall of his chest quickens, as he steps closer to you. You hit your backside on the opposite wall, unable to put any more distance between you. Like a mouse finally being caught in the cat's skillful trap, blood fills your ear drums with the thrum of your heart beat.
“Don’t. Stop talking, you make me so-so angry. Y/N, you’re grumpy and have spiteful words, and you’re so horribly off-limits.” His hands brace the tiny bathroom window ledge, it groans with the weight. “You lash out and I crawl back wanting more, thinking about you in the foulest most heinous ways. What comes out of that filthy mouth if I just-” He closes his eyes breathing in deeply, like a dragon breathing in its own fire the exhale drying the tears staining your cheeks. As he’s trying to take all the oxygen in the room.
“I don’t-, I can’t make another bad decision and ruin it.” You beg, peeling away from the wall pressing your body into Eddies betraying the words coming from your mouth. Closing the antagonizing distance, you reach out your hands to his chest. He shuddered under the contact, eyes fluttering open, tender as they held their own against yours. For the first time you saw him for who he truly was, scared and passionately admiring you.
“Then I will.” He said before dipping down to close the mere inches of your lips, they glide against his. You suck at his bottom lip, as his tongue licks at you shyly begging for entrance. You fist his shirt in your palms as his hand lays along your neck, thumb brushing your jaw to kiss deeper. He gradually pulls back panting onto your lips, bumping his nose against your teasing when you try to follow his lips. You clear your throat like you hadn’t just had the most feverish kiss of your life, smoothing the fabric of his shirt.
“M’sorry.” You whisper, unable to meet his eyes. He presses you to the wall, knee between your legs when his hand pulls your neck up to look at him.
“I’m not. But I appreciate the apology for what it’s worth.” You become red hot all over, clinging to his sides from the sudden push and pull effect you’re having on each other. Like two magnets, only one of you had turned at some point. He dips his head down again until the door handle jiggles from the outside. You bring your hand up to cover your surprised squeal, as Eddie turns to the door. “Yeah I’m in here, maybe try knocking next time! Dipstick.”
“Eddie you better not be stinking up the bathroom, some of us gotta take a piss.” Garrett says from the other side of the door, banging on the door in annoyance.
“Well I’m gonna be a minute that coffee went right through me man. Just take a walk, Gar-bear, and spring a leak outside.” You hear impatient groaning from the other side of the door and footsteps receding away.
“Your Mom said we should stay for dinner.” Eddie coos, moving your hand from your face. “I’ll come back for dessert if you’d enjoy that.” You impulsively buck your hips on his knee, bringing a hum of pleasure up your core. “Of course you would, Y/N Henderson. You’re such a pretty little thing, so be good and I’ll show you all my appreciation.” You swallow the lump of air in your chest, remembering to look at him. You shake your head in agreement, your head high in the clouds at his words. His knuckle nics your chin awaiting your response.
“Yes what Y/N? Use your words, you’ll have to later. Guide me in what dirty things you want me to do to you. Yes?”
“Yes, Eddie.” You squeeze his sides in your hands, causing his eyes to roll back in desire.
“Good girl, fuck you drive me fucking crazy. Now go eat breakfast like the rest of the sheep, I’ll be out in a minute.” He taps your cheek, pushing you past him, collecting yourself as you feel his eyes boring holes into the back of your head. You quietly open the door looking out into the hallway slipping into the kitchen again. Grabbing the nearly empty coffee pot and filling your mug, steam seeping warmth into your freezing hands. Face still hot from Eddie’s lips, head thinking of what other things they were capable of. Looking out of the kitchen window, frost coating the edges of the wood frame like starlight on a lake. Beautiful and crystalline. A plate clatters down next to you on the counter, you feel his hair tickle your shoulder as he leans to place his own empty plate in the sink.
“Eat, I worked very hard on it.” He purrs into your shoulder, the heat of his words seeping through the threads of your sweater.
“I’m not hungry.” You say plainly, earning you a tisk of disappointment. “I don’t really eat breakfast, thank you.” You try to back track, in sincerity.
“I wasn’t asking Y/N.” His footsteps recede away from you into the dining room, where the other boys are talking strategy for today's game. You angrily take a large bit of the maple glazed pancake, only to be shocked when it’s not only edible but delicious. You finish the plate watching squirrels scavenging for the season's last acorns before it begins to snow. You keep the plate outside the sink, hoping Eddie sees it before Dustin cleans it. Walking around to the living room where the comatose younger kids sprawl over the couch. Dustin and Eddie cleaning off the table together pinches your heart seeing them so domestically. You lift Mike's long legs from the end cushion, setting them back on your lap when you deem yourself comfortable.
“You good there Y/N?” Mike asks as Lucas and Garrett argue over what channel to watch.
“Huh? Yeah I’m great.” You brush him off, taking the remote from Lucas turning on a cartoon channel.
“You sure because you've been unnaturally quiet since we’ve been here.” Lucas adds, snatching the remote back, turning in his spot on the carpet.
“You two are crazy hormonal teenage boys, women are complex creatures, like Golems you can’t just confront them.” Eddie says from behind you on the couch, ruffling Mike's hair to his disgust. “Right sweetheart? You’re just a little hung over?” He mocks, licking over his front teeth in amusement.
“I don’t know what you're talking about Eddie.” You smile, turning back to the television, watching the Saturday morning cartoons. You lean further on the arm of the couch slouching enough so your head could rest on it. You doze off to the sounds of The Smurfs besting Gargamel as they did everytime. Only to be coerced from sleep by a hand trying to shake you awake.
“Y/N, go to bed.” Dustin whines, you feel the warmth of the knitted throw ripped away as the cold from the ceiling fan blows over your bare legs.
“Here move over,” Eddie softly asks, tucking the blanket tighter around you.
“What are you doing?” a not so familiar voice asks
“Just shut up and open her door fr’ me.” Eddie hisses, arms move under your back dipping low into the couch before holding you tightly against them. He tries his best not to sway you in his arms or hit anything as he walks sideways through the hall. You nuzzle deeper into the comfortable scent, squirming when your bottom hits a doughy surface. Shifting your legs straighter and pushing a pillow under your head so similar to the night previously. You huff when his arms leave your back, cuddling closer to your pillow in protest.
“Jesus, get a room, gross. Like you two could be, anymore, perfect for each other.” Garrett says with the g more pronounced.
“Sister is off-limits Garrett.” Dustin reminds them
“Oh come on Dustin, look at him.” Lucas motions to Eddie, you feel the blanket drape over you better this time around. You have to do everything to not open your eyes, and see the scene of boys at the foot of your bed. “You have a girlfriend and I hope you look at Suzie like that.”
“Shut up, guys. I just don’t want her to be grumpy if we wake her with our antics.”
“That right there was a lie if I ever saw one.” Jeff says in a high volume, earning him shushes and groans from the rest of them.
“Y/N is a heavy sleeper. It's fine, can we just get back to the game and get out of her bedroom?” Dustin pleads, you hear footsteps exiting your room. Closing the door behind them, you drift into a deeper sleep than before.
Rolling over you tumble to the wet ground, jolting up in fear there’s a dark red haze around your bedroom as you shift off the ground. Groaning at the ache in your bones, getting up and reaching for the door covered in black icker. Having to push it open with some force, the hallway is covered in vines as small as a hair to larger than your own limbs or tree roots. Slimying with gray matter like calcium buildup on glass wear over a period of time. You step out looking around to the masses the vines have collected, swiping a shaking palm through the tendrils of one of them. It breaks apart like the membrane of an egg, ripping only with the force you set upon it. You see a familiar knot of hair slicked down against the alabaster skin, a spider tattoo based on their collarbone. You fling back into another cocoon like mass, pushing through the membrane with your elbow a familiar baseball cap falls from the opening. You scream as you see Dustin’s lifeless form stuck within the walls of the clumped vine. Hitting at the arms that try to pull you back and meet a similar death, their hold is tight but not suffocating. Hands grasp yours, yanking you forward once again. You scream in hopes of an escape, blinking hardly as the yellow light of your bedroom again as you wrestle the nightmare still stimulating your rapid pulse.
“Stop! Let me go, please Dustin!” You scream against the perpetrators grasp, holding your eyes shut as the grips tighter again.
“You’re here, I’m here. We’ve got you-.” You hear told into the skin of your neck, the ragged breathing of those around you, whispering as you become silent. Opening your eyes again as the fear subsides.
“Y/N.” Dustin says, his grasp hardening on your face. Breathing a sigh of relief when he can see your back with him. His completely fuzzy through the unbridled tears, wailing into his hands pushing yourself into him. Holding a hand to the side of his neck feeling the steadying beat of his pulse, shaking the last bit of adrenaline out of your body as he rubs a hand along your spine. The bed bears more weight than it’s used to creaking as Lucas and Mike sit down. “That was a bad one huh?” he asks for confirmation. You shake your head in agreement as it’s enveloped in Farrah Fawcett smell of his crunchy curls, and the citrus of his deodorant.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You beg, in his embrace.
“Hey relax, everythings gonna be okay.” Lucas whispers, brushing your hand with his. The softness of his action gives you the courage to in breathe deeply.
“Okay guys, come on, let's give them some room.” Mike says, you hear the door click closed. Your breathing returns to normal but your mind is still alive and anxious with the horrific scene your subconscious conjured.
“Are you okay?” Dustin asked carefully, moving to see you. You pulled back further, hitting something behind you and freezing.
“Shit sorry. I was just holding you- when you, like, started hitting.” Eddie bounces up from behind you, with his hands up in surrender.
“Oh my god this is so embarrassing.” You say head in your hands “M’sorry Dustin I didn’t mean to ruin your game.” You say with a trembling lip.
“No-no-no, Y/N it’s okay we wrapped it up awhile ago.” Eddie assured you, walking around your room. Flicking the length of your pothos, plant leaves that hangs in the corner of your room. “Um, not to be weird or anything-” Eddie starts.
“I didn’t know you couldn’t be.” You laugh at him, pulling at Dustin's sleeve cuff to busy your hands.
“There’s the Y/N we know and love.” Dustin chuckles
“Yes anyway, did you say my name? While you were screaming, that is.”
“Eddie-!” Lucas scolds, “You don’t just ask someone about their bloodied night terrors.”
“No it’s, it’s okay. I don’t remember.” You lie looking at Dustin, “It was just horrible, and I saw. Things.” You cross your arms over your chest, when there’s a knock at your door. Claudia let herself in without hesitation with some water and a damp cloth.
“Okay boys, terror’s over. There’s some pizza on the counter, the other kids have already dug in. So get it while it lasts.” Lucas jumps up pushing Mike in the hall into Dustin's room.
“Last one to the table is a rotten egg!” Dustin hesitantly gets up walking after them, your Mom sits beside you fluffing the pillows behind your head. Pushing you to lay back against them while she uses the cool cloth to rid any sweat beads that remain.
“Eddie honey would you mind driving the younger boys home? I’m sure I can scrounge up some gas money for you.” he shakes his head, at her offer.
“No I wouldn’t take it anyway, but yeah we’ll head out as soon as everyone grabs their slice.” He scratches the back of his neck as she stands, enveloping him in a hug. He jerks back at the embrace at first, until she sighs and his shoulders slump at her softness.
“Thank you.” She lets go, motioning at you with her head as you sip at the cool liquid gratefully. Leaving the room, with the door open a hairline crack. Leaving you and Eddie, alone on purpose. You feel exposed even with his wholesome encouraging chocolate eyes.
You both speak at the same time, only you're bewildered by him being so vulnerable. He twirls the rings around his ring fingers as his eyes scale the ground,
“My Dad was a piece of work, been in and out of jail my whole life. I guess Dustin and I bonded first with the absence of a father figure, but I at least had Wayne growing up... Do you know why I’ve been held back so many times?” You shake your head noticing that both of you have the same nervous tick, as you thread your fingers in the knitted weave of the afghan that covers your shoulders as his rings spin with fervor.
“Before you moved or came back to Hawkins, my Mom passed away. I went through a pretty bleak path until I had someone to pull me from it. Someone who wasn’t going to hold my anger and hate against me.”
“Why are you telling me this?” you questioned in a voice minuscule to your normal tone.
“Because you have more of those ‘someone’s’ than people I know.” He laughs, stepping to crouch next to you. “Mine range from people with pitchforks chasing me to my Mom’s heart monitor in the hospital stopping. Enveloping me in darkness and silence.”
“That’s horrible, Eddie.” You bring your hand on top of his on the edge of your bedside.
“But then I look around, feel my heart beating and know everything’s gonna be okay. Also Jesus your hands are freezing.” He smiles happily, from ear to ear.
“I see people I love, hurt.” He hums brushing his thumb over your knuckles, heat blossoming from the movement “I can’t remember the last time I got a full night's sleep without some kind of drug in my system. I can’t shake them until the next day most of the time. Feeling so guilty that I worry, the people I’m so scared to lose.”
“You’re never alone.” You chuckle looking at him auspiciously, he smirks back with playfulness. “Maybe you prefer solitude but you’re always wanted.”
“Are you speaking from experience, Munson?” You jest, playing with the chain along his wrist.
“Maybe… this is a lot nicer than fighting with you.” He giggles, kneeling on the floor entangling his fingers with yours.
“Wasn’t much of a fight, you’re not very good at battles of wit.”
“Ugh there you go ruining the cute moment by insulting my intelligence. So predictable.” He chortles into your sheets, burying his face with cloth and curls.
“Eddie, hurry up and pack your shit let’s go! My Mom wants me home by 6:30 at the latest.” Mike screeches from the living room, earning laughs when his voice cracks. Eddie groans as he squeezes your hand in protest.
“Duty calls.” He says as he stretches up to his full height nearly touching the ceiling of your small house with the tips of his fingers. You have to bite your tongue not to lunge at him enveloping him into an embrace of twisting limbs, not knowing where you began and he ended together.
“G’night Eddie, I’ll see you Monday.”
“G’night Priss, I’ll count on it.” He walks back towards your door, as the boys continue to yell at him from the other side of the house. You can hear him respond as he shuts the bedroom door. You’d never anticipated the eagerness you had come Monday morning.
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You hadn’t spoken to Eddie directly in over a week, you noticed a change when you’d steal a glance his way. How he would look away quickly, walking the opposite end of the hallway but when you were in class he’d sit next to you. Brushing his thigh against yours in Science, play with your hair as he sat behind you in Speech. Knotting small braids at the nape of your neck. Leaving small poems or sketches of random things in obvious places, your locker, car, bedside table, even going as bold to slip them in your bag during class. He leaves you wanting more, expectant that something more will come of it. Instead your left muddled in your own thoughts day-dreaming of his lips pressed to yours as he strums his guitar. Curling into him as you watch a movie, heart pressed to heart as you run your fingers through his nest of hair crowning his brilliant mind. Your dreaming doesn’t go unnoticed especially by your long time friend appointing himself the newly renamed Steve ‘Dr. Love’ Harrington.
“Just ask him out, already!” He tells you as he rewinds today’s returns, placing them in sectional order for you to restock.
“Dustin doesn’t want us to date. He was very clear.” You tell him for the millionth time.
“So don’t date, just. I don’t know, get him out of your system. Either he’ll reject you or…”
“You know, have a night of whirlwind romance. You said he was pretty dominant, right?” He awkwardly fumbled over his words, looking at the ground.
“Ew Steve.” You push past him, grabbing the tapes he’d actually accomplished completing during his interrogation to place them back where they belong.
“Look, all I’m saying is something has to give because you’re distracted. Happy but distracted for the first time since-”
“Okay I think it’s time for my break, I’ll see you in ten.”
“Y/N.” he says solemnly, regretting his choice of words.
“It’s okay Steve, I get it you're just looking out for me.” You shoot him with finger guns and he fake gets hit in the heart as you walk back to the break room. You hear the bell of the door ring immediately, thinking nothing of it until you return to see Steve checking out Garrett Emerson. Eddie’s right hand man. He quickly leaves tape in hand, nodding at you as he exits.
“And what was that about?” You ask Steve from next to him, making him jump in surprise.
“Christ!- Don’t do that kid.” He says holding his chest,
“You are not even six months older than me, dingus.”
“You’ve been around Robin too much, and that dude was just renting some horror film. So I don’t know what you mean.”
“You are a horrible liar Steven.”
“Hey Emerson, started it!” He whines, you finish closing for the night. Unable to contain your joy for going home on a Friday night alone as a teenager.
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Home sweet home, you’d just taken a bath. Eaten hamburger helper for the third time this week and dressed in your thick pajamas with the temperature dropping everyday. Claudia would wait to turn on the floor heaters until there was snow on the ground. The house is silent as Mom is at work and Dustin is spending the night with Lucas and Mike at Hellfire. You curl up into your freshly made bed with a good book, dousing off within the first hundred pages while Fleetwood Mac hums quietly from your player. Jolted when Dustin opens your door to tell you he made it home safe, you murmur about there being leftovers in the fridge into your pillow. Hearing the door close, the beep of a microwave and the shower not long after. Dustin always tried to be quiet and he knew if he hadn’t woken you would have freak out worse but once you were awake this late it was pretty hard to fall back to sleep unless you did something about it. And those options were pretty exclusive which would actually knock you out. The ache in your legs since Eddie trapped you in the bathroom seemed to win when you realized there was less than half a joint tucked into your nightstand. Not even sitting back down after removing your pants there was rattling on your window of bulky metal rings and a jean vest. When you opened the window there he was, hair wind wiped and the award winning, swoon worthy smile of Eddie Munson himself. Like you’d manifested him from your boredom.
“Well hello there.” He winked as he hoisted himself a few feet to climb into your room.
“Eddie? What the hell are you doing, Dustin could hear you?!” you whisper yelled, in panic still helping to haul the boy in through your window sill. He did a majority of the work, what he lacked in coordination he made up for in strength. You’d make a note of that for later.
“Well then you better keep my mouth busy, huh?” He said breathless, pulling your body against his. Eyes deep and dark with lust as he watched your lips.
“Eddie, what do you think I am?” you said with less bit then you wanted.
“Like a friend with benefits.” He tried to charm, brushing your hair off your neck sending a shiver down your spine.
“We’d have to be friends to call it that.” You bit your bottom lip as your knees met the bed. He let you fall back against the pillows, stripping himself of his Reeboks and jackets before climbing over you.
"Okay… It's not friends with benefits, think of it as two people. Very hot, sexy people just banging for support," He said as his hand hiked one of your legs over his hip to slot himself between them.
"You disgust me. My panties have never been dryer."
“Well I can fix that sweetheart.” Eddie begins kissing down your body, licking and nipping where your clothes typically cover. Taking his time to suck pink marks into the places that make you wiggle in his ministrations. “Is this enough?” He nears your inner thighs, inhaling deeply and eyeing the gradual wet spot near your entrance. He bites down on the supple flesh of your inner thigh, you inhale sharply bucking your hips into his face. Giving him enough room to slide his hands under both sides of your underwear. Admiring the softness of your malleable chub along your ample hips. “I can give you more, I just need to get rid of these sweet thing.”
“Eddie… We can’t.” You complain, pulling his face to meet yours as you sit on the edge of your bed.
“Give me a reason, a good reason. I can’t take you here, right now.”
“I promised Dustin, he needs me. He needs you-” Eddie silences your plea, swallowing the words on his tongue. Pulling away from you breathless, eyes sizzling in the yellow light of the bedside lamp.
“Fuckkk-, Y/N. That just makes me want you even more, I told you off-limits. I know what I’m risking here, let’s just-just make it worth our while.” He impulsively nipped along your jaw, hand tangling in the hair at the back of your neck. Exposing the smooth skin to his advances.
“Been thinking about this for a while, pretty boy?”
“You haunt me sweetheart.” He feels you stiffen underneath him, pulling back to look at you. “In the best way, but we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want ever. I-”
“Trust me when I say I want to, it’s just hard.” You whine, running your hands through his hair. He smiles childishly, eyes rolling back when you scratch his scalp.
“Tell me about it.” He bucks his hips into you pressing his ever stiffening length against your thigh.
“You're such a man.” You sneer, pulling his head back to your neck.
“Hmm, let me prove it. Please, let me make this week up to you.”
“Such a pretty boy using his manners and everything.” He growls in your ear a low animalistic one. “Do you have a praise kink, baby?”
“Fuck yeah, have you met me?” He says a little too loudly so much you cup a hand over his mouth and shush him. “See gotta keep my mouth busy, like the naughty little slut I am.”
“God stop fucking talking and do something.”
“You're such a whiner, Y/N. Not even gonna ask me nicely, huh? Did Daddy not teach you any manners?” You sit up forcing Eddie to pull back from you kneeling on your bed, hands raised in surrender.
“Sit on the head board, now. Pants down, shirt off.”
“Did I stutter? You still want me?” He nodded vigorously, slippin his shirt and jeans off unskillfully. You took the opportunity to slide off your panties and throw the discarded clothes to the floor, taking his black hanky from his back pocket. Finding a condom in his other pocket, he adjusts the pillows behind him grabbing something under his right side. Pulling a small stuffed dog who’s seen better days from under him.
“This yours?” he asks smiling, you grab the stuffy throwing it towards your closet. Crawling up the bed to straddle his lap, Eddie uses his hands to balance you. He breathes in sharply when you sit completely flat again, his dick still straining in the confines of his boxers.
“This yours?” you ask, pulling the condom in between your two bodies.
“Yeah-, ya know safety first and. Shit-” He stutters when you roll your hips catching your clit on his hard on, his head hitting the headboard.
“You're like a bitch in heat, Eds. Calm down.”
“You’re such a naughty tease.”
“You bet your tight ass I am, now are you gonna stay my good boy?” He shook his head in agreement and you felt his dick jump at the praise. “So pretty Eds, now hands together.” He put his hands together, wrists touching as you wrapped his bandana around them once and tied and tightened them on the wooden pole of your headboard.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Hmm how helpless you look, right now.” You kissed his nose, trailing your hands down his inked chest. Tracing his tattoos for the first time. Going low enough to tickle the dark curls that drag into the covered area of his pelvis. He squirmed under your touch and gaze.
“You know the color system? Green, good. Yellow, slow and check in. Red for stop.”
“Well I do know, what are you right now?”
“Green, absolutely green with envy that I cannot touch those pretty tits.”
“You will, for now you just gotta sit there and be pretty and quiet for me. Can I touch you?” You pouted, toying with the band of his boxers. A damp spot darken the center, it was unclear if it was from you or him at this point.
“Please.” You kissed him, swallowing the moan he gave you as you palmed him underneath the confines of his boxers. He was thick and heavy feeling like satin in your palm, you broke the kiss to lick your palm. Tasting his pre and you slickened it with your spit. He leaned forward for your lips again, You stroked him tight and languid, wanting to memorize every vein and whimper of Eddie. Your center began to buck against his thigh as you felt yourself grow ever wetter from the scene you’d created.
“Please Y/N, faster. You’re killing me here, shit.” Eddie said through broken moans.
“You wanna cum, slut?” You asked as his head fell against your cover chest, sweat breaking along his brow. Mouthing at your breasts as he breathed heavily while you picked up your hands pace against him. Pre-cum spilling from his sensitive tip made it easy to glide your hand against him, you started to squeeze the tip on each stroke upwards. Making his arms shake in the restraints.
“M’cum, please let me cum.”
“You gonna be my cum slut Eddie? Make a mess all over us?” Your hips stuttered when his thigh flexed, moaning at your words. “You're such a dirty boy, look at me when you cum. Now cum now.” He bucked his hips into your hand as thick spurts of his seed painted his abdomen and boxers. Snowballing your own high as you rubbed against him, still jerking him until he wiggled from over stimulation.
“Yellow, shit. You are so good, give me a sec.” He said through pleasurable hiccups, you slowed your hand before removing it completely. Retreating from the confines of his boxers before licking your hand clean of any cum that was left on your hand. You swore Eddie’s eyes nearly blew out of his skull or jaw dislocated.
“You taste good.” You mumbled as you untied his hands, rubbing the red marks from him pulling. He cupped your face in his hands, taking your breath away when he roamed your mouth in search of his taste.
“So do you. A little more metal than I thought you’d be but tasty nonetheless.” You laughed hard enough to earn yourself a shush from the boy.
“No you,” he countered as you rolled off the side of the bed reaching for your bathrobe. Removing your shirt teasingly enough to not show him your breasts.
“Wait where are you going?” Eddie gets up in impressive speed after the endeavor you had, ruining your childhood bedroom forever.
“To clean up?” You look at him, still glistening with the post orgasm bliss.
“No, just wait here, I’ll get a towel and some water.”
“Snacks?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him, pushing sweat damp bangs out of his eyes.
“You’re thinking about food right now while we’re both half naked?”
“I’m thinking about a lot of things, I just proved how good of a multi-tasker I am. Right?”
“You are the bane of my existence. Is your mom home?”
“You’re talking about my mom after I gave you the best handy of your life.”
“I just want to know how many people I need to sneak around.” he said pulling your bathrobe off your shoulders, exposing your naked chest and soaked through panties. You yelp covering your chest.
“Just Dustin. Robe stealer.”
“What happened to naughtly slut? Cum slut?” You shook your head taking his hellfire shirt from the carpeted floor and slipping it on over yourself. It was a tight fit around your middle but the softness and smell of Eddie made up for it. “Pretty Boy? Good boy, maybe?”
“Whatever you say sweetheart. I’ll be back quickly.” He opened your bedroom door, turning to the bathroom first and getting you a wet rag to clean yourself up with. By the time you had slipped on clean shorts there was a knock on your bedroom door. Giddy you opened it thinking the blushing metal head would be standing behind it. You were right except there was also your little brother, with a scowl painting his face holding onto the sleeve of your bathroom of the half-naked metal head. While you were also half-naked where said boy’s Hellfire shirt.
“Living room, now!” Dustin said, pointing behind him. Yeah you were in deep shit.
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