pushing buttons
pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
rating: explicit
summary: as the Deputy Chief of Police, you deal with criminals on a daily basis. But there is one in particular that you seem to have a soft spot for.
warning: NO SPOILERS, smut, basically pure filth, unprotected sex, oral (receiving), hair pulling, riding Eddie (we all want to, lets be honest), flirting, dirty talk, pet names, Eddie being a sweetheart
word count: 6.2k
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-> minors dni - 18+ only
a/n: i don't think i've ever fallen for a character as hard as i did for Eddie Munson. so here's some pure filth to help myself and yourself cope with the obsession <3
Your knees popped as you sat down at your desk chair, a quiet groan following suit. Setting your hat down onto the wooden desk, you stretched your legs and leaned back with a soft sigh. Night had already fallen and your paperwork was nowhere near finished, but you didn’t much care for completing it tonight. The Chief had sent you and a couple other officers out so chase some farmer’s story about how some kids had vandalised his tractor. So the whole day you had been out in a field, tracking down some stupid teenagers that somehow managed to cover all of their tracks.
So the sun had already dipped deep below Hawkins by the time you’d made your way back to your cruiser and set a course back to the station. Florence, the secretary, had given you an evil look as you tracked dirt into the building, but said nothing. She never had to say anything, that woman. Everything was already spoken in her beady little eyes. Being the only female officer in Hawkins often brought you issues with the public, but thankfully never those you worked with. You were grateful for co-workers like Powell and Callahan, even though they could be a little…dim at times.
Making your way through the station, you passed the officers before reaching your desk at the back of the room. It was quiet, darker, just how you liked it. A couple of photos and little trinkets decorated your workspace, to make it feel more like home. You knew of the horrors that haunted this little town, you’d come face to face with them on multiple occasions in the past. So it made you feel a little safer to have a homey space in the station to retreat to after a hard day.
After stretching your legs, your eyes drifted over to the giant stack of paperwork you still had to fill out. Forms and reports were calling your name. But so was the coffee machine. And who were you to deny a little caffeine? Shucking off your jacket embezzled with the ‘Deputy’ title, your biggest achievement to date, especially in a field this hard. After slinging the jacket over your chair, you grabbed your coffee cup you’d left on the desk and made your way over to the break room. The coffee cup was probably your favourite gift you’d received; a birthday present from Dustin Henderson from just months previous. ‘World’s Best Deputy’ scrawled onto the deep green mug in a white tipped sharpie pen. You had no idea why, but you cherished that cup more than anything.
After the smell of fresh coffee masked the stench of stale coffee, you took your filled cup back to the desk and started on the paperwork. Thirty minutes later you were already too bored to function. Glancing at the clock above the secretary desk you saw the time pointed at 11:23pm. That was all? You’d spent all night in this building before, until the birds started chirping as the sun rose from behind the tree line, doing your paperwork on many occasions in the past. Maybe you were getting old? Sure, you were only in your mid-twenties, but your body felt as though it had lived through a thousand wars.
“Deputy?” the Chief’s voice called out to you from his office door, breaking you from your bored trance. Your eyes snapped up to see Powell looking at you from his office, a steaming cup of coffee also in his hand.
“Yeah, Chief?” You asked, praying he wasn’t about to send you on another wild goose chase. You had no energy for that right now. But much to your surprise, those weren’t the words to come from his mouth.
“Your favourite person is in holding. Again. You might as well go see him before he tries to break out and make a run for it like last time.” A smirk pulled at his lips as he saw your eyes squint in confusion. Your favourite person? Who the hell was- No. If it was who you thought it was, you were going to kill him and bury the body in Lovers Lake. By the amused look on the Chief’s face, it probably was the guy in the forefront of your mind.
Walking through the station you made your way to the holding cells in its own little private section of the building and saw that only one of them was occupied. From the head of hair alone you could tell who was locked up here.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my favourite Deputy,” Eddie Munson smiled up at you with an addictive grin, one you liked most on him. “Was wondering when you’d get here, you know? Been here for hours and your Chief just kinda put me here and said ‘the deputy can deal with you. I don’t need to be dealt with, Dep. This is all a big misunderstanding. But now you’re here, I feel much better.” You were rolling your eyes before he’d even finished his sentence, pulling a chair to the front of his cell and sitting down and waiting for him to finally shut up.
Eventually he took a breath and you took the opportunity to interject. “You done, Munson?” You asked with an exasperated look on your face and a monotone voice. He was not who you wanted to deal with tonight. Eight times he’d found his way into this station, often by your hand after you’d chased him through the entire town for some petty crime. It was like a game of cat and mouse between you two, but you never wanted the game to end, really. He was harmless. Often really sweet and funny, but there wasn’t a bad bone in his body. Yes, he sold weed and probably other shit on the side, but you’d never called him up on that. He liked to test your limits, push himself a little further and often got excited when he saw your cruiser roll up to question or arrest him. But harmless, yes. “You told me last time that you were gonna stop doing stupid shit. I guess I’m the stupid one for believing you, huh?”
“No, Dep. Look, I swear I didn’t do anything! Well, I mean, I may have broken into the school grounds and caused a bit of a ruckus on the roof, but that’s it! Also, I’m quite disappointed that it wasn’t you who showed up, ya know? Had to get arrested by that idiot Callahan instead. He’s not as nice to me.” The smile made his face light up a little, it always had. Even in the dark confines of his usual cell.
“Keep getting arrested and I won’t be as nice to you,” you shot an empty threat, which he ate up immediately.
“Is that a promise, Dep?” His voice was playful, but you just forced yourself to roll your eyes instead.
“Shut up. I can’t keep arresting you and locking you in here, okay? At some point you’re gonna be in handcuffs for something I can’t get you out of.”
“But I like it when you arrest me, Dep,” his eyes twinkled with his little mischievous words, loving how it made you cock your head unamused.
“Stop pretending you like being handcuffed, Munson,” you leaned forward in your chair. He stood up from the bed he was sat on and made his way to the cell door, leaning against it with his arms looped through the bar gaps.
“Who said I was pretending?” There wasn’t that jokey tone he used all too well in those words. He actually sounded serious. It made your breathing uneven for a second before you managed to regain it. You blinked a few times, noting how he saw your sudden stop and it made him smirk.
“Okay, can we just- let’s get back to the fact you’re locked up in holding,” you cleared your throat and stood up from the chair, walking over to the cell where he was stood on the opposite of. “Did anyone get hurt?”
“No.”
“Did you ruin any property that needs to be replaced and paid for?”
He thought about it for a second. “…no.”
“Munson-”
“No damage, promise.”
You squinted at him, figuring out if he was telling the truth. He usually always was. “Okay fine. One last question.”
“Sure, Dep.” Eddie leaned his head further against the cell bars, his taller frame looming over yours and making you need to look up to meet his eye.
“Did you vandalise the Kellen’s tractor this morning?” That painted a confused look on Eddie’s face, not expecting the question at all.
“What? No, I don’t go near farms. They smell weird,” he crinkled his nose at the thought of even passing through a farm. You sighed, pulling out your holding cell keys.
“Shit, thought I might have caught my criminal so my night would finally be over,” you joked, unlocking his cell.
“Am I not already your criminal? Since you’re the only one here who actually deals with me,” Eddie was hopeful you’d say yes, adding more fuel to the ‘cat and mouse game’ fire.
“The only reason I deal with you is because you specifically ask for me every time,” you said, unlocking and opening his cell door to free him, to which he graciously stepped out. “Now come on, get out of here.”
You followed him out of the station and he walked to your desk, sitting in the chair beside it that was all too familiar to him, the seat cushion practically indented to his ass print. Questioning and processing took just short of twenty minutes as you took down the report, knowing that this wouldn’t get him arrested, just get him a warning at the very least. He wasn’t a criminal, not really. Just more of a pain in your ass than anything. “Okay,” you sat back, running your hand through your hair as you looked back up at Eddie to find him already gazing at you with this unreadable expression on his face. As though he was studying you. You chose not to ask about it, assuming you’d get some flirty quip in response. “You’re all set. You can go home now. It’s added to your record but I put a note for your case so nothing further is going to get taken about it. Just stop breaking into places. I put my job on the line for you sometimes.”
“That’s true love right there, Deputy,” Eddie smirked, catching the pencil that you threw at him in response. “Just admit I’m your favourite. You’re just denying what we both know to be true.”
“Get out of this station before I shoot you in the foot, Munson,” you replied deadpan, but you couldn’t help the small twitch of a smile at your lips.
“Ooh, kinky,” he teased, winking before standing up and putting his leather jacket back on. “See you soon, Dep.”
“I hope not.”
Eddie barely got three steps before turning around on his heels to face you once again. “Actually, Dep?” You looked up, slightly confused on what he was still doing there.
“What?” You were sceptical of what he was about to say next.
“I actually…don’t have my car. And my trailer will take ages for me to walk to. I could die in that time, you know? That would weigh on your conscience pretty heavily, probably.” He ignored how you’d already put your hat on and was in the middle of putting on your jacket while shaking your head, choosing to continue to waffle on. “You gonna make me walk home all alone in the middle of the night? Hawkins can get dangerous at night-ow. Ow!” He finally shut up once you’d pinched his ear and dragged him out of the station with him complaining of your grip on him the whole time.
“Get in the car, Munson,” you said as you opened the driver’s door and got into the seat comfortably, closing the door swiftly behind you.
“Yes, ma’am,” he muttered, and you ignored how that little nickname made you feel inside. By the time you’d pulled the car out of the parking lot and set down the road through the town of Hawkins, Eddie had finally shut up. You cast him a couple of glances a few times, strangely disappointed to see him looking out of his window, chin resting in his propped hand. The ride was peacefully quiet, the quiet sound of ‘I Wish’ by Stevie Wonder playing through your car softly. It wasn’t Eddie’s sort of music, but it still got his head bopping along because he knew it was your favourite. There were times when Eddie had been in the back of your cruiser and got bored so he talked you through his favourite Black Sabbath song and then proceeded to sing through the guitar melody for the further ten minutes following that. But he happily listened to a little Stevie Wonder on the way to his trailer, smiling to himself as he heard you humming along to the song.
“Okay, we’re here. Come on.” You gestured for him to follow you out as you stepped out of the car with the door closing behind you, and then walking up to his trailer. He followed behind like a puppy, right on your heels. Whilst you stood next to the front door, Eddie pulled out his keys to unlock it, the smell of incense wafting through the door as he opened it slightly. “If I catch you in that cell again, I’m not getting you back out. Okay? I’m serious.”
For once in his life, Eddie actually looked serious and sincere as he replied to you. “Okay. No more arrests or dumb shit. Promise.” Eddie Munson had never once broken a promise to you before. He wasn’t about to start now.
You smiled, nodding. “Good.” You both just stayed like that for a second, leaning against the side of his trailer, your eyes on one another, never moving. Eddie didn’t know if you were going to lean in or pull away, he couldn’t tell from the look on your face as he towered over you, body too close to you to be perceived as a friendship. You, on the other hand, hadn’t breathed in a good minute. The close proximity, the smell of woodchips, smoke and leather filling your nose and you just had to think to yourself, of course that’s what Eddie smells like. “I should probably go. Got lots of…paperwork to be getting back to. Reports to discuss.”
Eddie just hummed, not really caring that you said you needed to go. “You sure you have to? I feel like we’ve got a lot to discuss right here.”
You took the bait easily. “What sort of things, Munson?” Your voice had dropped to almost a whisper. Never before had you felt so nervous around someone, especially Eddie. But he had an effect on you that no one else could have.
“Well, for one, Deputy. You’ve gotten me out of more scrapes than I have fingers. Why? Why do you care so much but act like you couldn’t give a rat’s ass? And don’t say that you don’t care, because we really need to start being honest with each other more.”
You paused for a second, not really knowing how to respond. Well, you did. But you couldn’t say it out loud. Eddie knew exactly what you were thinking. He was thinking the same. But neither of you wanted to say it first.
“I care because…” you really tried to find the words. “Because I care about you, you fucking idiot.” Your words sounded harsh, but your tone was soft, and Eddie chuckled gently at your word choices. “Even though you get on my nerves everyday of my life.”
“Hmm, you love that I get on your nerves.” Eddie’s voice dipped lower, to a baritone level that sent a shiver straight down your spine.
“No, I don’t,” you tried to sound confident, but your voice betrayed you. Eddie just replied with a soft uh huh, not believing you at all. You rolled your eyes, turning away from him slightly to leave. You did actually have paperwork to do…but in your defence, it didn’t have to be sent in for another few days.
It was like Eddie had read your mind. He reached for your wrist gently, wrapping his hand around it and the rings on his fingers nipped at your skin. Pulling you back to stand in front of him, his other hand tilting your head up to meet his gaze, two fingers resting under your chin. “You sure about that, Deputy? Am I pushing any buttons yet?”
You eventually found your voice after it stayed stuck, lodged in your throat. “You’re getting there, yeah.” He wasn’t. If anything, he was pushing all the right buttons.
“You tell me if I need to stop pushing those buttons, Deputy, yeah?” Your heart softened when he asked for consent in his own little goofy way. “Yeah, I’ll tell you Munson,” you whispered, the words almost catching in your throat as he leaned closer towards you, dipping his head down.
His lips connected with yours and sparks were already flying between the two of you. It felt so perfect, the way you moulded against each other as though you were one another’s missing pieces. You felt Eddie smile into the kiss as your free hand travelled up to loop around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer to you, your bodies flush against one another.
All that provided light for the two of you was the amber porch light of his trailer, lighting up Eddie’s face in a soft warm glow that made his smile look all the more addictive. His hand under your chin drifted down to grip your waist, long slender fingers pushing your jacket aside to wrap around your beige shirt and hold you close. The other hand stayed where it was, only moving slightly to grip your jaw gently instead of tilting it up. His fingers dug into your cheeks and jaw bone while the cold metal of his rings cooled your heated skin. You melted into the kiss and so did Eddie, completely drunk off your kiss and your touch, the way your fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his neck. A quiet moan escaped you when Eddie grazed his tongue over your bottom lip, begging for access. You granted it in a heartbeat.
Tongues tangled, hands roaming, whimpers exuding from Eddie’s throat as you pulled his hair gently, it was all too perfect. You made a mental note of that last part, making sure to remember to use it later. You never expected this to actually happen, the idea of kissing Eddie forever stayed a memory that played on loop in your head. You weren’t entirely sure that this was even real.
Eventually you had to tear away for air, as annoying as it was. But Eddie didn’t want to part too far from you, so he rested his forehead against yours, the two of you panting heavily to pull air back into your lungs. You felt him chuckle softly, head shaking against yours as his thumb smoothed circles into your waist. “Don’t think you know how long I’ve wanted to do that, Dep.” There was such sincerity and excitement in his voice, like a giddy child.
“Why didn’t you do it sooner?” You whispered, barely hearing yourself, but he heard you clear as day.
“Might have been a little nervous.”
“You? Nervous? Never would have expected that from you, Munson,” you chuckled, leaning further against him, your other hand resting against his chest, feeling it rise and fall deeply.
“You make me nervous,” he admitted quietly, looking down at you with doe eyes, noting how it made you smile. No one ever made Eddie nervous. He wasn’t an easily flustered person to any degree. But with you it was different. With you he felt all kinds of emotions when he was around you, and he never knew how to portray them. So often it just made him nervous. But in the best way.
He kissed your cheek softly, lips dragging across to your jaw. Dangerous territory, you thought. Right where your weak spot was, and he fucking knew it. He heard it in the way your breath hitched, and it just made him keep going. You felt his kisses reach your neck, and it was all over for you. A sigh escaped your lips as he kisses just over your pulse point, teeth grazing your sensitive skin. “Wanna go push some more buttons in my trailer?” He asked, making you chuckle at the word choice, his voice vibrating off your skin and sending shockwaves through your body. You nodded, barely able to say the words to him. But it wasn’t enough for Eddie.
He leaned back and his dark eyes pierced into yours once again. His hand cupping your jaw tightened slightly. “Say it.” There was no room for negotiation. He wanted a verbal response. So you complied. “Yes, Eddie,” you breathed out. “Please.” That was all it took. His eyes darkened and a smile played at his lips before he swung open the door to his trailer.
It all happened in a blur and within what felt like seconds, both of your clothes were strewn across the floor. Your tie somehow ended up on the kitchen counter, fuck knows how it got over there but you didn’t care one bit. Eddie’s lips never left you, whether they were on your lips or your neck, their were always there. Lingering like a shadow you never wanted to feel leave you. His lips and his kisses were a drug to you and you were already addicted.
“You sure you want this, sweetheart?” You heard him ask you as he hovered over your body which was laid down on the softness of his bed. Looking up at him, you saw the mixed hope and concern in his eyes. Concern that needed to be assured by your words.
“Eddie,” you said as you shifted your legs apart for him to slot in between comfortably, your hands on his cheeks as his face remained close to yours. “This is what I want. Promise.” You pulled his face down to yours, pressing your lips against his with need. A need for him. A need, a desire only he could fulfil for you. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, exploring everywhere it could, entangling with yours as it did. With one hand pressed against the pillow beside your head to hold him up and not crush you, the other roamed over your body. Skilled fingers touched and squeezed everywhere that got a reaction from you, which Eddie made a mental note of to map out your body in his mind. Knowing where to touch and make you go crazy for him, knowing where to kiss to make you writhe beneath him, it was all adding fuel to his fire for you.
Eddie was no stranger to sex, neither were you, but he only had fleeting fucks which often didn’t mean much to him. It was different when it was with you. He wanted to make you see stars, to make you feel so much pleasure from his touch alone that it overwhelmed you, to make you feel so good you craved more. That was exactly what he was going to do. Tonight…it was all about you. It was always going to be about you.
Parting from the kiss, Eddie travelled south, leaving kisses in his wake. Down your neck to your chest, he left no inch of your body unkissed or untouched as he went. Sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, his free hand tended to the other to not leave it abandoned. You hissed as his teeth gently nipped at your breast, but the fleeting pain was soon subsided with pleasure as he sucked blemishes and bruises into the soft flesh. Switching to the other breast to give the same attention, Eddie made sure that your tits were all marked up before he was satisfied. Looking down at your marked body, marked by him. For him and only him to know. It made him hard just thinking about it.
But he didn’t stop there. He kept moving down your body, his lips dragging down your stomach, past your bellybutton to the line of your panties. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows to see him. The sight you were met with was beyond perfect. He was looking up at you with those doe eyes you loved so much, head between your legs bent at the knee, his eyes practically begging for you. “Please, let me-wanna…” this man was already so in need of you, so desperate for you he couldn’t form the words. The self-assured, confident man you’d seen outside the trailer was no more, reduced to a pussy drunk mess.
“What do you want baby? Tell me,” you asked, watching as he bit his bottom lip gently, pulling it between his teeth as his eyes flickered between you and your clothed wet pussy.
“Want to taste you. Make you feel good,” his voice had turned gravelly with want. “Let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you.” You couldn’t deny those soft, dark eyes boring into yours with that tone of voice seeping into your brain.
“Please, Eddie,” you whined, feeling him tease your folds by kissing your wetness over your panties. He grinned at how you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. It felt like it took years for Eddie to drag your panties down your legs and off your body completely. He was purposeful with his ministrations, pulling the fickle piece of clothing off your body painfully slowly, loving how you tried to move away to make him go faster. But he didn’t. he liked the build up too much.
But the second your panties were off, he dove in like a man starved. And by God he was good at it. Licking a stripe up your pussy, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue, you were already whining for his touch. Hands wrapped around your thighs to keep them parted, to keep you spread and open for him. Tasting your juices was sending Eddie over the edge as he lapped at your folds, savouring you in his mouth and on his tongue.
You were gripping the bed sheets with one hand as you felt him expertly work his tongue on your pussy, kissing and sucking and licking in all the right places to make you squirm. But avoiding your clit on purpose, Eddie wanted you begging for him before the night was over. He’d wanted this for so long, he wasn’t about to let this night go to waste.
With your other hand you let it wander down your body to tangle in his thick head of hair, tugging gently for a little relief. It made Eddie moan against you, the vibrations made you gasp as they tore through your body. He enjoyed it a little too much, the way your fingers gripped his hair tightly, pulling at the roots to make him groan gently and deeply. If you kept pulling his hair like this, he wouldn’t be able to hold out, no matter how good it felt.
With the pleasure that was slowly starting to consume you, you didn’t feel as one of Eddie’s arms unlooped from around your thigh, moving to position between your legs. Your thighs tense around his head as one of his fingers pushed inside you until he was buried knuckle deep inside you. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked gently, pulling obscene moans from you as shivers ripped through you, something disastrous building inside of you. Adding another finger, Eddie pumped them inside you faster, hitting that spot inside you with painful accuracy. “Come on, sweetheart,” he mumbled against you, his mouth glistening with your wetness. “Cum for me. Let me make you feel good.”
And you did, gripping his fingers like a vice as you came, tightening your hold on his hair to almost a painful clutch. Your legs shook, tensing around Eddie until you finally started to relax. It felt almost an empty feeling as he retracted his fingers from you, but the sight of him tasting your juices on his digits was a near perfect sight.
Eddie crawled his way back up your body slowly, kissing every inch of your body as he led them up to your lips. Kissing over the blemishes he’d left all over your chest and neck, you could feel how proud he was that he’d put them there from the grin your felt against your skin. His lips connected with yours once again, and you moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue. He slotted himself between your hips, the tent in his pants pressing against you as he subtly ground against you to pull more pretty moans from your lips. “Want to fuck you, please,” he whispered against your lips. “Want you to cum on my cock, sweetheart.” His shameless rutting against you only turned the both of you on even more so, if that was possible. He wanted you. He needed you. he had to have you. You had to have him too. It was a desire that only the two of you could satiate for each other.
You complied. Begging for him to fuck you, to finally feel his dick twitch and hit spots inside you that you didn’t even think were reachable. Eddie’s pants were shucked off his body, his underwear following soon after. Peering down between your bodies, your eyes widened as you caught sight of his begging cock, red and angry and needy to be inside you. “Please, Eddie,” you whimpered, sliding your hand down his naked chest, tracing over the tattoos dotted all over his body. “Fuck me.” You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you.
“I will, baby, don’t worry. I’ll make you feel so good you’ll be screaming my name all night long.” You expected him to fuck you like this, pushing his cock into you as your legs wrapped around his waist. But he didn’t, surprising you as he rolled the two of you over so you sat on top of him. “Ride me, sweetheart. You look so good sat on top of me.” You looked down at him as he rested against the headboard, glancing up at you with doe eyes, lustful and desperate for you to swallow his cock whole with your dripping pussy. “Come on, Dep. Show me how much you want it.”
His cocky tone and sly smirk only made you want him more. Positioning yourself above him, you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, Eddie’s hands immediately flying to your hips to guide you. He let you set your own pace, watching as you rolled your hips against him, eyes rolling back as you felt every ridge and vein of his thick cock dragging along your walls deliciously. Then he whined. He whined as your pussy gripped his cock, his moans filling the room and clouding your mind with sheer pleasure. One of his hands gripped your hips bruisingly tight while the other held your thigh, feeling your juices coat his dick.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close and Eddie buried his face into your neck, kissing and sucking more bruises into your neck until you were well and truly marked up. No amount of powder was going to cover those up. You were going to have to think of some sort of excuse for these at work tomorrow. But that wasn’t important right now. The only thing you really cared about was how good Eddie felt inside you, making your eyes roll back as he hit spots inside your pussy that you didn’t even know were reachable.
You bounced on his cock, carding your fingers through his hair and smiling as he whimpered when you pulled it gently. “Feel so good, Eddie,” you breathed into his ear, clawing at his shoulders with your free hand. Red lines and fingernail scratches seared into his pale skin, marking his back for him to gawk at later. The two of you moved in union, his thrusting up into you making sweet noises fall from your lips. Eddie’s arms moved to wrap around your back, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you against his chest. Your perked nipples brushed against his bare chest painfully, stimulating you even more and making you wetter, easier for Eddie to fuck up into you with fervent passion and need.
“Fuck, you’re so good, baby. Such a good girl for me.” His words were addictive, his voice seeping into your brain and consuming your every waking thought. “You gonna cum, huh? Cum all over my cock, pretty baby?”
Your pace sped up, bouncing even faster as the tip of his cock made you see stars. A coil started to twist inside you, pleasure building and rolling until it was on the brink of pushing you over the edge. “Please, want to cum. So close,” you managed to say between breaths, muscles tensing as you felt him push you over the brink. You gripped his hair tighter, the pull you had on his head sending him feral. His thrusts became almost primal as he pounded into you, the roll of your hips meeting his and forcing begs and pleads from your throat, almost making him cum on the spot. The trailer Eddie lived in was soon filled with your loud cries of his name from the friction of your clit brushing against the curls formed at the base of his cock.
You practically screamed as he buried himself at the hilt, pushing you over the edge as you drowned his cock in your juices. You gripped his shoulders and hair tightly as you came, feeling him hold you close as you rode out your high, slumping against his body and letting all your weight fall into him. Praises and affections tumbled from Eddie’s lips and straight into your ears like silk as he kissed your neck softly.
“You did so good for me, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his thrusts slowed, but never stopped. “Can I cum inside you, baby?” He pressed sweet little kisses at the sweet spot behind your ear that made you whine. He already knew your body better than anyone else did, he mapped your entire body and made notes of everywhere you liked being touched and kissed. You nodded, wrapping your arms tighter around him, whispering for him to let go inside you, to fill you up.
It only took a couple more thrusts for him to release inside of you, his cum coating your walls and dripping out of you. He groaned your name against your skin as he kept you close, his fingers trailing up and down your back in a soothing pattern. You leaned back, looking at Eddie’s flushed and red face, your face looking equally fucked out but blissfully happy. Pressing your lips to his, you melted into the soft kiss, sweet but passionate.
Your mid was still foggy, but you could feel Eddie disappear off the bed for a few moments and leaving you laid there, practically legless. He came back with a damp towel, smiling down at you in his bed. Cleaning you up, he soothed you as you whimpered and tried to pull away. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just let me clean you up.”
After cleaning the two of you up, Eddie laid beside you and you relaxed into his arms around you. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all, Munson,” you murmured, kissing his jaw. Eddie just put his hand over his heart dramatically.
“You thought I was a bad person. I am shocked. Shocked, I say, Deputy,” he replied, just as dramatically. It just made you giggle. Eddie being his ridiculous self brought you comfort, even at times like this, it seemed. “But I’m guessing I pushed all the right buttons.
“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes, a stupid smile on your face.
“Come on, you love it. You didn’t have any complaints when you were screaming my na-ow!” He was cut off by you lightly hitting his chest to shut him up.
“I swear to god, next time I’m going to keep you quiet.”
“Oh? Next time?” Eddie quirked his eyebrow, smirking subtly, but not subtly enough since you saw it clear as day as you looked up at him.
“Yeah, next time…unless…” you trailed off, wondering if you’d said something wrong or pushed too far.
“Only if you bring those handcuffs you promised,” he winked again, chuckling as you slapped his chest once again, nestling against his body as the two of you led there in the darkened space of his trailer, dimly lit by the porch light set outside his window.
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