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Grown Ups - Dad!Mechanic!Eddie - Smut, angst and fluff
Seeking attention like some common whore
The babysitter doesn't leave for another hour
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đ¤ The babysitter doesn't leave for another hour đ¤
Summary: You and Eddie aren't ready to go home just yet
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Mom!Reader
Warnings: smut, slight handjob, fingering, P in V, semi public sex (car sex).
Wordcount: 1.7 k
A/N: This is so bad, ya'll I'm so sorry, I'm just trying so hard rn to get out of my writers block because I miss yall!!! I just can't fricking write đ
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âYou have no idea how much I missed thisâ the smile you bore was adorable droopy as you stared up at your husband, eyes swimming with adoration as you hung around his arm. âJust sad it's overâ he rolled his eyes softly, a small tug gracing his lips. For once you had finally managed to find a sitter and indulge in dinner and a movie all cozied up with Eddie, but the night had to come to an end at some point right?
Eddie's steps were slow as he led you out of the double doors to the car, taking care to stretch the time however he could. He didn't want this night to end, sure you both loved your kids but some time with just each other was a quality of life that was dearly missed.Â
You sigh in a strange mix of contentment and deflation as you sit down in the passenger seat. âGood movie thoughâ your head rolls on your shoulders to find Eddie settling in beside you, âIt was wasnât it?â Your eyes gaze out towards the dark parking lot. Neither of you were really ready to head home and as a result you found the both of you just sat next to each other staring out the window, neither of you making a move to start the car and make your way back to the house.Â
âTo be honestâŚâ you whisper before finding the sharp jawline that you always loved to press your lips to, âI donât even know what it was aboutâ you snort as he finds your slack figure next to him. âMe neitherâ the chuckle that sounds about the car has your chest heating up.
âYeah, got a bit⌠intenseâ you giggle, âTo say the leastâ his laugh has your body fluttering as he speaks. His lips find yours as you both laugh at the fresh memory of what could only be explained as a PG 13 grope session. His nose nuzzles against yours as your eyes travel down to his watch when he runs a strong hand up and down your thigh. âYou know.. the babysitter isnât leaving for another hourâ anything above a whisper wasnât needed, he could practically hear your heartbeat in the silence of the night.Â
You mimic his movements as he leans back in his seat, âWhat do you wannaâ do?â He smiles, placing his hands on the steering wheel ready to take you wherever you want to go.Â
You scan the parking lot, itâs practically empty, save for a few cars on the other end. A wicked grin spreads across your face before you push yourself up on the seat and try to smoothly swing your leg over the centre console. Callused hands find your hips as you get situated in his lap, âWhy donât we take advantage of a whole kid free hour with no one to disturb? Make up for some lost time?â Your fingers dance along his neck, playing with the loose strand of curls that hangs free from his bun.
âI like how youâre thinkingâ his lips find yours is a soft but feverish kiss, hands squeezing your hips tight as if you were about to slip away from him. âBut how about we take this to the back?â He whispers against your lips. You bite your lip in a smile and nod, eagerly clambering off of him as you open the door.
He grins wildly as he follows suit, opening the back door and with a small bow gestures you in âafter you miâladyâ you giggle as you sit down and scootch your way over to the other side. You try to be patient as he scans the parking lot for any bypassers but when heâs finally made himself comfortable in the middle you all but pounce on him. Thigh swinging over his lap, attacking his lips with sloppy kisses while his hands wrap around you.
Your black satin bodycon dress has already ridden up your thighs but Eddie needs more, lips still attached to yours he forces the fabric over your ass and lets it bunch up around your waist as he grabs two hefty handfuls of your ass, pressing you down against his throbbing cock, encouraging you to roll your hips against him.
âOh fuckâ you whine softly as his zipper catches your clit which only has him forcing you down harder. Itâs all a delicious mix of hot breaths and tongues as the stars shine bright in the night sky behind you.Â
You canât take it anymore, the sensation of his thick cock pressing so deliciously against your heat has fiery tingles prickling around your thighs. In a hazy haste you manage to find his belt buckle below you and with a second of your fingers grazing his stomach Eddie's hands are there instantly to assist you. You kneel back to watch as heâs revealed to you. Precum dribbling from his painfully hard cock but before he gets a chance to release himself of some of the ache your hand wraps around him. Delicate hand pumping him slowly as your lips reattach.
His tongue feels like heaven against your own, heâs desperately grabbing at anything he can get his hands on before he finds what heâs looking for and sinks his fingers into the meat of your ass.
You gasp as you feel a hand move between the backs of your thighs to feel thick fingers running down your folds over your dark cotton panties.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as youâre distracted from your task of giving both Eddies lips and his cock attention. He's quick to move your panties to the side and slip a finger inside your dripping cunt. Having no trouble getting a second in as you're practically gushing for him.Â
All you can focus on is the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you before you find his eyes and find him eagerly watching every twitch of your face. Your own hand starts up again and you revel in the sight of his own eyes rolling to the back of his head.Â
As if trying to one up you, his hand moves faster, you smirk down at him silently competing with him as you too begin pumping his cock faster.Â
âShit, shitâ he pants âokey okey, Iâm gonna cum if we donât stop soonâ he slowly opens his eyes to find your lips tugging down and accompanying doe eyes âIsnât that the point?â The pout is instantly replaced with a wicked smirk.Â
âNot just yetâ he grins and pulls his fingers away from you, replacing his hand on the globe of your ass and harshly pulling you towards him. Your hand is being pushed away before you know it and you gasp loudly when you feel his tip running through your folds.
He has lined himself up with you and is pushing you down before you can even utter a word, all you can do is let out an obnoxiously loud moan as his cock stretches you open. You hear him swear loudly in the distance as you sink down.Â
God you should have date night more often because this was unbelievable. Eddie's thick head almost probing at your cervix, his shaft gliding so easily against your wet walls, his fingers digging into your flesh, bound to leave marks.
You were too desperate to really soak up the feeling of his thick cock pressing at your walls, instantly kneeling back up again to feel him slowly slide back into you again. A loud moan that had Eddie throbbing spilled from your lips as he watched you set a slow pace of forcing yourself up and down his cock.Â
But he knew that if you continued like this there was no way he wouldn't be shooting his load up into you within a matter of seconds. If even possible his fingers sunk further into your skin as he nudged you to go slightly faster. You took his hint and sped your hips up slowly, each loud groan rumbling from his chest spurring you on as you felt your wetness begin to pool at the base of his cock.Â
âShit babeâ Eddie huffed as you began bouncing in his lap, short, loud moans filling his ears, each getting more high pitched the faster you went until you finally found the quick pace that had your thighs burning and the leather creaking with every move. You were most definitely shaking the car right now, not making your action discreet whatsoever but you couldn't care not when his cock felt so delicious inside you.Â
âFuck, yeah thats it, ride me baby. Shit, look so sexy bouncing on my dickâ he groaned as his hands helped guide your movements, listening to every moan you gifted him with. âFucking love bouncing on your dick babyâ you whined as your head fell back, eyes rolled to the back of your head, solely focused on chasing your own release.
It was a scrumptious mix of loud moans, groans, incoherent babble from your fucked out husband, sloppy kisses and hands grabbing at anything and everything. You suddenly felt that familiar knot in your stomach tightening, âShit Eddieâ you breathed âEddie Iâm about to cum!â Your movements only increased in speed as his words fell on deaf ears until finally the knot snapped and you felt your cunt gush around him.Â
It was all a blur as your ears rang and your vision went completely white but finally you managed to regain your consciousness. Your hands found his shoulders to steady yourself as you let Eddie guide you up and down, abusing your overstimulated pussy until you felt yourself being forced down all the way, his forehead finding purchase between your tits. The head of his cock buried deep within you as a loud groan vibrated against your chest while hot spurts of cum painted your walls.Â
You slumped against him and it felt like forever as you tried to catch your breath again.Â
âShitâ he chuckled, planting a kiss to your lips. âWe should probably get homeâ you whispered, âYeah, we probably shouldâ he sighed.Â
âI donât wannaâ leave just yet. Canât we just stay like this for a little?â he whispered against your lips, âYeahâ you smiled.
cw: a smutty little blurb about eddie making sure you arrive properly. ref to period pain, fingering, oral (m & f receiving)
2.7k 18+ MDNI
Eddie has a problem.
No, no, noânot a problem. That makes it sound like there was some issue he had to resolve or a task he had to complete. This is more delicate than that. A conundrum, maybe? A dilemma? Whatever he called it, it had consumed him for weeks now. And it boiled down to one thing:
He was pretty sure you werenât coming.
At first, it was difficult to put a finger on what exactly was throwing him off.Â
When the two of you got together, he was thrilled. Like, running through the streets naked, jumping on top of moving cars, Wilhelm screaming, over the goddamn moon kind of thrilled. Heâd been into you since forever and had always felt totally comfortable around you. You were hilarious and cool and probably definitely the smartest person he knew, easyânot that the rest of his friends were like Rhodes scholars or anything.
Still, it kind of blew him away that someone like you was actually interested in him.
The longer you saw one another and the closer you got, he only liked you more and more. Then you guys started doing stuff and he sort of kind of lost his fucking mind. Heâd never been with a person that felt so much like home; someone he felt like he could spend forever with, if youâd only have him. And the sex wasâŚunbelievable.
You let your bodies have long, in-depth conversations that lasted into the night and then picked right back up again in the early morning. He hadnât ruined this many sets of sheets since he was a snot-nosed pre-teen first discovering the loving embrace of his own fist. But as the fog of your initial sex haze dissipated, he couldnât shake this one thought that kept coming back.
He didnât want to toot his own horn or anything, but Eddie had it on pretty good authority he was above average when it came to making girls arrive. And with youâŚ
Well, it was just different.
You were pretty quiet, for one. Which was kind of odd, considering how brash and brazen you could be normally. Eddie thought maybe you were just more subdued during sex. Sometimes it was the quietest, most mousy-looking girls who rattled his trailer roof the hardest. So maybe the reverse was also true? And there was nothing wrong with that, if it was. Just because he was vocal in bed, it certainly didnât mean he expected you to be.
But when you cameâor rather, when you said you wereâit just didnât quite feel like he expected.
He was no expert, mind you. But after having dealt so much in theatricality and role play, heâd developed quite an ear for insincerity. And you are anything but insincere.
When he had you pinned underneath him, his hips snapping as he drove you into the mattress, the way you squirmed and writhed and squeezed around him was pure fucking bliss. But then, just when he thought he was getting you going, you would be wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in close so he could hear your heated whisper.
âGonna come for me, beautiful?â heâd ask, his hand dipping between your bodies to rub at your clit. Youâd nod, almost too blissed out to speak.
âI did, I did,â you told him, more breath than words. âI came alreadyâI wanna feel you.â
And, well, when you say it like thatâŚitâs all he can do not to blow his load on the spot.Â
Itâs not that he doesnât believe you. He just thinks maybe you donât know what it feels like to really come. So itâs not that youâre fakingâsomething is definitely happening down thereâitâs just not an orgasm. At least not a decent one.
At least not one he wants to claim.
Considering the guys youâd dated, heâs not all that surprised. They all sounded like losers who worried about themselves first and only. Dumb jerks who thought their dicks were magic wands that made girls come as soon as they set foot in the lobby. He didnât want to be like them.
He wanted to take you to the fucking penthouse.
But itâs tricky. He canât just bring up something like this, can he? He doesnât want to offend you. He doesnât want you thinking heâs saying thereâs something wrong with you. Because of course there isnât. And he doesnât want to keep going without you knowing what heâs trying to do.
Like he saidâŚitâs delicate.
So the next time he had you over, he let you lead. He made no move to change your course as you kissed down his bare inked chest, over the sparse patch of hair that swirled just beneath his navel, and pulled him hot and leaking from behind his blue checkered shield. And even as his instincts screamed in protest, he let you take him into the warmth of your mouth and bob on his cock until he cameâa shuddering, whining, blubbering mess as he filled your throat.
All part of the plan. All part of the plan.
It took a bit of time for him to recover and he spent every second of it loving on youâeach graze of his fingers and lips leisurely, but thorough. He kissed all the parts of you he thought might have been left unattended too long: the undersides of your breasts marked by the indentations of your bra; the soft span of skin that ran along the inside of your forearm to the crease of your elbow; the sides of your ribcage that quivered at the tickle of his warm breath.
And he watched your face every step of the way, studying you until you dropped fully into that deeply relaxed state. He let his hand drift down between your legs, skimming them over the sensitive skin there, making you tremble all over in anticipation. Alright, this was it.
âHey, baby,â he murmured, a low rumble between kisses along your collarbone.
âYeah?â
You hummed out your reply, looking down at him with heavy lidded eyes, half gone already. It made Eddie grin, his smile all teeth.
Oh, this was gonna be fun.
âI was wondering if youâve ever had multiples?â
The question made your brow wrinkle and you frowned slightly. âMultiple? Multiple what?â
âMultiple orgasms,â he said with a light chuckle. âLike if I fingered you until you came and then went down on you until you came again. Made you come over, and over, and overâŚâ
You gasped as his tongue traced the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your body.
âCan thatâŚdoes that happen?â you asked with a breathy sigh. He just smiled at the adorably incredulous look on your face and nodded.
âOf course,â he said. âI think thatâs like the main thing you guys have going for you in this arena. Something to make up for all the annoying shit you have to put up with from your body.â
Another chuckle makes his chest shake as he rubs a hand over your lower belly, remembering how youâd asked him once just to press on it with his strong, warm hands and offer some relief from your cramps that were particularly bad one night.
âOh. I meanâŚIâve heard that, I guess. I kind of always thought it was a joke.â
âWell, I might not get you there,â Eddie said, giving you a smile he hopes is reassuring. âAnd if it doesnât feel good or it hurts or anything, just tell me and weâll stop. No harm, no foul.â
You pinched the edge of his comforter between your fingers and tugged at it, twisting it into a little peak at your side. âThat soundsâŚreally good,â you told him quietly.
âSo, I can try?â he asked, brow lifting. âItâs okay?â
âI mean, yeahâŚâ You chewed your lip, still a little hesitant. âBut what about you?â
Eddie smirked, all sly and wily as he brushed the backs of his fingers along the softness of your cheek. âWe did me already,â he reminded you.
Your cheeks heated at the memory, the taste of his come still sitting warm on your tongue as you swallowed thickly. Admittedly, youâd been kind of surprised when he let you go down on him first and actually finished in your mouth. Normally he was tugging you off him as soon as he felt himself losing it, grunting out something about not wanting to go too quickly.
âOkay,â you said with a small smile. âIt just seems a little unfairâ
âHowâs it unfair if itâs what I want?â he murmured, voice dropping back to that low rumble.
Hard to argue with that, you supposed.Â
A beaming smile spread across your face and you twisted your fingers in the ball chain necklace that dangled around his neck to pull him closer. You answered his question with the press of your lips against his own, inhaling a shaky breath when you pulled away. Eddieâs nose nudged against yours, mashing into the softness of your cheek to resume the kiss. His hand came up to cradle your jaw and his mouth moved in that slow, sensuous way that made your insides dance and leap and spin like an entire company of ballerinas.
The kiss itself is so dizzying, you almost forgot about Eddieâs initial intentions until you felt his fingers begin to gently glide through your soaking folds. He swallowed your little mewl of relief as two of them finally sank inside your warmth while his thumb brushed teasingly light over your clit. It doesnât take long at all for your arousal to coat his fingers, for your body to gush for him.
âEd, IâmâŚIâm coming,â you breathed out, tingling with that initial burst of pleasure.
âThats it, baby,â Eddie nodded, going along with it one last time. âYouâre doing so good for me.â
He drew a single, high moan out of youâmore like a gasp of relief as your body fully relaxed and all the stiffness in your shoulders and tension in your limbs melted away. You let your head loll to the side and smiled, almost dazed with the feeling. Pride surged in his chest from the way you looked at him sometimesâso perfectly content and elated because he was all yours.Â
The look he gave you was rapturous as he licked his lips and started to make his way down, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake that dotted across your chest, between the valley of your breasts, down your sternum and the soft pudge of your tummy. You propped yourself up to watch him as his mop of dark curls dipped between your thighs, fingers still sitting snug inside your warm, wet walls. Your chest rose and fell with each deep breath and he could only imagine how hard your heart must be pounding for you to try and slow it like you are.
âIâm gonna try for another, okay?â he soothed. âStay relaxed for me, beautiful.â
You nodded back and let your head drop down, sinking deep into the embrace of your pillow.
Eddie pumped his fingers a few more times, faster now and crooking them upwards in search of that spot inside you that had eluded him far too long. The deftness of his touch coupled with the eager swipes of his tongue had your body heaving now as he traced a maddening pattern, swirling side to side and weaving it through your center.
Eyes suddenly fluttering open and closed, you whined softly and squirmed in his grasp as his tongue decisively swerved away from where you needed him most. The anticipation made your hips rock into his face, chasing more of the feeling as he teased you relentlessly.
His free arm promptly wrapped around your thigh, his hand gripping at the soft flesh to keep your legs spread apart. He was deeply thorough in his exploration, nose occasionally brushing against your clit that was practically crying out for his attention. His hot breath fanned along your inner thighs and he moaned deeply with each lick so you could feel the vibrations in your core.
You lost track of how long he was down there, allowing yourself to be swept away with the riot of sensations, realizing just a little too late your body was working towards something new.Â
The feeling creeps up on you, trickling through your muscles, causing all of them to twitch and spasm, tensing and releasing in waves. Little whines and pants of pleasure start to spill out of your mouth, the desperate little sounds like the most beautiful music to Eddieâs ears.
It makes him grind down into the bed, desperate to hear more.
âFeel good?â he asked, brow lifting behind sweaty bangs as round doe eyes look up at you.
âSo g-good,â you panted, the sound almost pained with pleasure. âSo sensitiveâŚâ
âYou taste like heaven, you know that?â he murmurs to your cunt. âI could do this forever.â
He genuinely could, but it seems he wonât have to. Youâre getting close now. He can feel it in the way your thighs start to tremble against his ears; the way another gush of you floods across his tongue. His eyes darted sideways to where your hand rests on the blanket, flexing with the need to grab onto something. Anything.
One last time, he squeezed at the meat of your thigh and then unwrapped his arm from around it to reach out instead and thread his fingers with yours. Your grip is bone crushing and only makes him hold on tighter as he points the tip of his tongue to increase its pressure.
âE-Eddie, it feelsâŚsomething feels differentâŚâ
âItâs okay, baby,â he said, the pace of his fingers never faltering. âIâve got you, just let go.â
He wished he could bottle the look on your face. Eyes scrunched up, brow furrowed as though you were deep in concentration. Lips parted in a wanton gasp as your chest swelled. His mouth came back to your clit, resuming the motions that had you clenching around his fingers.
âOhâŚohhh myâŚoh, fuckâŚâ
When he feels you starting to unravel, feels that band coiled tight in your core start to snap, it takes everything he has in him to stay the courseâespecially when the hand of yours heâs not holding winds into his hair and you grasp desperately at his curls. The groan it elicits from him is deep and guttural, the sound of it radiating in the room. And finally he feels it happeningâyour pussy spasming around his fingers, threatening to snap them clean off youâre clenching so tight; hips bucking and stomach quivering with the effort of drawing breath.
âFuck, Eddie, donât stop!â you cried out. âThat feels so good, holy fucking shitââ
So much for being quiet, Eddie thought mischievously.
Your head is pushing back into the pillow now, back arching under you, lifting you off the bed. Heâs clamped tight against you though, his lips sealed around your clit and sucking like his life depends on it. In a way, it feels like it does.
âIâm gonâŚIâm gonnaâŚIâm coââ
The words dissolve into a moan, the sound of it higher and louder than anything else Eddie has drawn out of you before. Pride explodes in his chest as he finally feels what heâs been waiting forâthat exquisite vice around his fingers as he continues to stroke that sacred spot.
Your body floods with the feeling, waves of it surging through you, seeing white behind your eyes that are still pinched shut. Itâs unlike anything youâve ever felt beforeâevery synapse firing at once, every molecule in your body exploding like a tiny firework.
Distantly, you register his voice coaxing you through it as you reluctantly return to earth. Yes, baby, thatâs it, thaaaatâs itâfuck me, youâre so fucking hot when you come, Jesus fucking ChristâŚ
You opened your eyes, blinking through bleary vision as the world came back into focus.
Eddie grinned, smile almost wolfish when he lifted himself from between your legs. Triumph flashed in his dark eyes, his gaze roving all over as he began a slow crawl up your body, his cock now standing at attention with its vigor renewed.
âOkay,â he panted, dragging his hand across his mouth and chin that were slick with your spend as he leaned in to kiss you. âThatâs one.â
Request: Hi! Could I please request an Eddie x fem!reader where they are like best friends and they're like "all but dating." And maybe it takes place around the time when Dustin, Mike, and Lucas join Hellfire and after a couple of weeks, one of them finally asks if Eddie and reader are dating and Eddie gets all blushy because he's been in love with her since she joined Hellfire. And reader tells the boys that they're friends because Eddie rejected her when she asked him out and then Eddie is just like "WHAT?????"
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: little bit of fluff, friends to lovers, all but dating, some curse words
AN: This was an anonymous request! Sorry this took a minute to get to, but I hope you enjoy it!
Dustin, Lucas, and Mike were confused. They had recently joined Hellfire, Eddie had taken them under his wing and promised to help make high school at least somewhat tolerable for them, and so far they were loving Eddieâs sadistic campaigns. However, there was something the three of them couldnât quite figure out, were you and Eddie dating?
It seemed like you were, but they couldnât tell for sure. The two of you were practically attached at the hip, one never seen without the other. They knew that the two of you had been friends for years and knew everything about each other. You even finished each otherâs sentences sometimes. There was a natural fluidity to everything the two of you did, which was obvious to everyone.
There was not so subtle flirting and witty back and forth banter between you two. One of you would always compliment the other or go along with a bit the other started. There were also many inside jokes. Sometimes all either of you had to do was look at the other and you both would burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
You even engaged in PDA. Hugs were constant, the two of you would hold hands a lot, Eddie would even allow you to play with his rings and his hair. This was something that became second nature, you wouldnât even be aware that you were doing it, and neither did Eddie, he would just unconsciously lean into your touch.
However, the boys had never seen the two of you kiss. Which was what gave them doubts that you were dating.
âCome on, if they were dating, they would be all over each other,â Mike said as the three of them walked over to their lunch table, âEddieâs face would be permanently glued to hers.â
âNot necessarily,â Dustin stated, âmaybe they are dating, and they just donât like to kiss in front of people. I mean they hug and make heart eyes at each other all the time, thatâs gotta mean something.â
Mike snickered, âEddie doesnât strike me as the kind of guy to be shy about PDA. I say they arenât dating.â
âEddie letâs her play with his hairâŚâ there was a hint of frustration in Dustinâs voice, âthat is cold hard proof that they are dating. Eddie doesnât let anyone touch his hair; he told me so himself.â
Lucas set his tray down once they reached the table and shrugged, âI donât know, maybe theyâre really close friends. Just because they hug and everything doesnât mean theyâre dating.â
âI guess weâll never know for sure.â Mike sat down next to Lucas.
Dustin slammed his tray down with exasperation, âIâm tired of not knowing! Iâm gonna ask them as soon as they get here!â
âAsk who what?â
Dustin let out a startled shriek causing Mike and Lucas to chuckle. Eddie stood at the head of the table, you right by his side, both with curious expressions.
Dustin stammered, unsure how to ask the question he and the others had been dying to know the answer to.
âGo on, Dustin, ask them.â Mike said with a smirk.
Dustin glared at him before turning to you and Eddie, âSo, we were just wondering, are the two of youâŚtogetherâŚlike dating.â
You and Eddie looked at each other and laughed, âNo.â
âReally?!â Dustin was shocked.
âWeâve been friends for years, but weâre not dating.â Eddie pulled out your chair for you before taking a seat himself.
âYeah, Eddie rejected me when I asked him out three years ago.â You looked up from your lunch when you were met with silence. You turned next to you to see Eddieâs stunned face; it would have made you laugh if you hadnât been so confused.
âIâm sorryâŚâ Eddie sat up straight and looked you right in the eye, âWHAT?!â
It was your turn to be confused, âWhat do you mean, âwhat?ââ
âWhen the HELL did you ask me out?â
âUh, three years ago, it was my sophomore year, I had just joined Hellfire. After my first campaign, I helped you clean up and asked if you wanted to go to the movies and you told me no.â
âNo, no, you helped me clean up and then you asked me if I had ever seen Psycho before because it was playing at the drive in that weekend, and I told you that I had seen the movie before, but that you should totally go see it because itâs good. You never asked me out!â
âYeah, I was implying that I wanted us to go to the movie togetherâŚon a date.â
âOkay, but that wasnât clear!â
âYes, I realized that, so I tried again about a month later.â
Eddieâs eyes bugged out in shock, âWHAT?!â
âRemember, I went with you to band practice and then you drove me home and I told you that I liked you,â you were met with stunned silence from Eddie, âI told you that I liked you and you said, âI think youâre pretty great tooâ andâ"
Eddie cut you off, âIâm glad we became friends.â The memory came flooding back to the front of his mind.
âAfter you said that, I figured you didnât feel the same way, and misinterpreted what I meant, so I wiped the egg off my face and moved on.â
The boys winced at Eddie, the secondhand embarrassment kicking in. Lucas released a huff of air, âRejected twice, thatâs rough.â
Eddie looked like he was second guessing every single decision he had ever made since that moment. He was mentally beating himself up. Three years. For three years he had been pining for you, hoping that you would eventually return his feelings, but apparently all that time you had. And not only had you returned his affections, oh no, you had asked him out and he had unknowingly rejected youâŚtwice.
âI am so fucking stupid.â
âEddie, itâs fine. You didnât feel the same way. Itâs not your fault that you misunderstood what I meant.â You shrugged.
Eddieâs eyebrows shot up so high they were hidden by his bangs. He pulled your chair out, turned it to face him, and leaned in towards you, âI have been in love with you for three years.â
âWh-what?â You searched his eyes for any hint of mockery but found nothing but sincerity.
He leaned in closer and spoke slowly, making sure to over enunciate each word, âI have been in love with you for three years.â
Lucas, Dustin, and Mike all looked at each other and stood, grabbing their lunch trays. Dustin uttered a quick and awkward goodbye before following the others to another table on the other side of the cafeteria.
âOkay, let me get this straight,â you felt like your entire world was spinning, but not necessarily in a bad way, âyouâve been in love with me, and Iâve been in love with you, and weâve both been idiots. That sound about right?â
Eddie nodded, âYup.â
âWell,â you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, âare we gonna do anything to rectify this?â
Eddie smiled, âI donât know, you free this weekend?â
âIâll have to cancel some plans with a friend of mine, but Iâm sure he wonât mind.â
âYeah, I donât think he will either.â Eddie winked and you both smiled.
Request: Hello! Could I possibly request an Eddie x reader fic where Eddie flirts with reader relentlessly, but she just doesn't catch on. And then one day he just asks her out and she is incredibly confused thinking it came out of nowhere and he's just like "I've been flirting with you for months????" Something cute and fluffy!
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers-ish, flirty!eddie, oblivious!reader
AN: This was an anonymous request! Again I am so, so sorry that it took me forever to get to this. I know the title sucks, but the fic itself is pretty good. I hope you enjoy it!
Eddie got out of his van and jogged up to the entrance of Family Video, ready to grab a couple of movies, but mostly ready to bug the living hell out of Steve. What he wasnât ready for was meeting Steve and Robinâs new, very cute, co-worker, you.
âHey, Eddie.â Steve greeted him.
âHi,â he said quietly as he looked at you who was at the counter listening to Robin explain how to use the computer, âwhoâs that?â
âOh, thatâs Y/N. She just started working here a couple days ago.â Steve explained while he continued to restock tapes.
Eddie waltzed up to the counter and leaned against it, âHey, Robin.â
Robin didnât look up from the computer, âYeah, hi, Eddie.â
âAnd who do we have here?â Eddie focused his attention on you.
Robin rolled her eyes, âEddie this is Y/N, Y/N this is the most annoying man on the planet, second only to that dingus over there.â
âWhat the hell did I do?â Steve yelled from the sci-fi aisle.
âItâs nice to meet you, Eddie,â you gave him a kind smile that made Eddieâs heart feel like it skipped a beat, âare you a friend of Steve and Robinâs?â
âMore like a nuisance.â Robin said under her breath.
Eddie ignored her and kept his eyes locked on you, âI am, in fact, I am Steveâs best friend. The guy would be lost without me.â
âDo either of you realize I can hear you?â Steve yelled again.
Eddie ignored him, âSo, Hawkins is a pretty small town, and I canât recall ever seeing you before.â
âI just moved here.â
âWell, I can say with certainty that the town just got a whole lot prettier.â
Robin looked at Eddie with disgust and rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, âWow, way to be subtle.â
You smiled at him, âI should probably get back to work, but I guess Iâll see you around?â
âDefinitely.â Eddie backed away from the counter and shot some finger guns at you which made Robin pinch the bridge of her nose and mutter something about not getting paid enough.
Eddie continued to back away until he reached the front of the store and bumped in Steve, âDude, watch where youâre going.â
Eddie didnât hear him, he just kept his eyes on you, a dopey little grin on his face.
âEddie?â Steve nudged him on the shoulder, but he didnât move, âDude?â he waved a hand in front of Eddieâs face and then snapped his fingers before finally getting his attention, âWhat is up with you?â
âI think I just met the woman of my dreams, Steve.â
Steve let out an exasperated sigh, âJesus Christ.â
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Eddie started to go to Family Video several times a week just in the hopes of seeing you. He never grew tired of the bright smile that would spread across your face when you would look up and see him, always followed with a friendly, âHi, Eddie.â It made his stomach fill with butterflies every time.
He would always waltz up to the counter and flirt with you. It was almost routine, first he would tell you that it was wonderful to see your beautiful face and how his day was so much better because of it. Second, he would compliment whatever outfit you were wearing under your Family Video vest, this always brought a smile to your face which in turn made Eddie compliment your smile. Third, he would walk around the store for a minute pretending to look for a movie while he would look at you with a longing expression. Fourth, he would walk back up to the counter and ask you if you had any suggestions for a movie, specifically calling upon your âmovie expertise.â You would then come out from behind the counter and lead him to whatever movie was on your mind that day. Eddie would admire the way your hand would float alongside the shelves until you found the movie you were looking for. Fifth, when you handed the movie to him, he would always brush his fingers against your hand in the process. And finally, after he rented the movie, he would lean against the counter and say something along the lines of âSee you later, donât miss me too much,â followed by a wink.
The flirting had been getting on Robin and Steveâs nerves. They both would cringe whenever they witnessed it. How you hadnât smacked Eddie upside the head, they didnât know. However, Robin will never forget the time Eddie walked in and started up his usual flirting thinking you were the one crouched down behind the counter and the look of horror on his face when Steve popped up and said, âSheâs not here today, Romeo.â
Three months had passed, and Eddie convinced himself to finally ask you out. He felt his palms grow clammy as he hopped out of the van and walked towards the store. He had no idea how this was going to pan out. You never flirted back with him, but you always had a smile on your face when he would come in.
Eddie opened the door and felt his heart skip a beat when he saw you at the counter. Even sorting tapes from the return bin, you looked beautiful. Each step he took towards the counter the worse his nerves got. He pulled at the collar of his T-shirt, suddenly finding it constricting.
You continued to sort the returns into piles by genre, unaware of Eddie approaching the counter.
âThereâs the prettiest video rental store employee in all the land.â Eddie cringed slightly at his words, feeling like they were a little too dorky.
You looked up from the tapes with that bright smile that Eddie loved, âHi, Eddie.â
A new wave of nerves surged through Eddieâs body, he decided to just rip the band-aid off and ask you out before he chickened out.
âSo,â Eddie leaned against the counter, âI was thinking, maybe when your shift is over, we could hang out?â
âOh, that would be fun!â the delight in your voice filled Eddie with reassurance, âRobinâs shift ends at the same time and Steve was swinging by to drive us home, maybe we could all go catch a movie or something.â
Eddieâs face fell slightly, âActually, I was thinking we could hang out, you know just the two of us.â
âJust the two of us?â
âYeahâŚlike um,â Eddie cleared his throat, âlike on a date.â
You stared at him for a solid minute and a half, completely silent. It felt like an eternity to Eddie as he waited for you to say something, anything.
âYouâre asking me out?â
âY-yeah?â another bout of silence came around and it started to drive Eddie insane, âYou seem shocked.â
âIâm sorry, I just,â you let out a small chuckle, âit just feels like this is coming out of nowhere.â
That comment made Eddieâs eyebrows shoot up into his bangs, âWhat?â
âYou asking me out, it feels out of the blue.â You chuckled again.
âYouâre joking, right?â
âNo, why?â
Eddie ran his hand through his hair, âI have been flirting with you for months.â
Now it was your turn to be shocked, âAre you serious?â
âYes!â
âWhen did you flirt with me?â
âLiterally every single moment Iâve been in the same room as you, constant, non-stop flirting.â
You had never been one to pick up on flirting, it was something your friends constantly teased you over. You thought about all your interactions with Eddie, you always thought he was just being nice, when his fingers brushed up against your hand you figured it wasnât on purpose, even though it always sent a little spark straight to your heart. You felt like the most oblivious person in the world, because of course he had been flirting with you.
âI feel so stupid.â
âDonât be,â Eddie waved his hand at you dismissively, âitâs okay, you didnât pick up on it because you donât feel the same way.â
âNo, thatâs the part that makes this all the more humiliating,â you leaned against the counter, burying your face in your hands, âI like you, Eddie.â
Eddie perked up instantly, âReally?â
You moved your hands under your chin and nodded, âIâve had a crush on you since I first met you. Robin can even confirm.â
âWait, Robinâs known that youâve liked me since then?â Eddie placed his hands on his hips.
âYeah, why?â
âWhy didnât she SAY anything then?!â Eddie said loud enough for Robin to hear who he assumed was somewhere in the store.
âYour love life is not my responsibility!â Robin yelled from the back.
âYou couldâve at least helped out!â
âWhy are you arguing with me when you should be asking her out right now?â
âI did ask her out!â
âEddie?â You interrupted their little argument.
âSorry.â
âItâs okay,â you smiled, and Eddie could have melted. You walked out from behind the counter so you could stand right in front of him, âto answer your question, yes, I would love to hang out, just the two of us, like on a date.â
âCool! Awesome! Metal!â He cringed again at his words.
You laughed and it sent butterflies through Eddieâs stomach, âMy shift ends in about an hour, do you want to come back and pick me up?â
He nodded, âYeah, I can do that.â
âCool,â you kissed him on the cheek, âawesome,â the other cheek, âmetal,â and a final kiss on the tip of his nose.
Eddie couldnât look you in the eye, his cheeks were growing a furious red, and the butterflies in his stomach has increased tenfold, âI, uhâŚI guess Iâll see you in about an hour.â
âSee you then.â You smiled once more before waltzing back to your spot behind the counter.
âBye.â Eddie waved to you as he slowly backed out of the store, not wanting to turn away from you just yet.
âBye.â You waved back to him.
Once he was outside, he started celebrating. He punched his fist in the air, jumped up and down, and shouted, âYES!â before he attempted to moon walk.
Robin emerged from the back and caught the end of Eddie celebratory dance, âDoes seeing this make you want to reconsider?â
You watched as Eddie started doing something that resembled the running man and smiled, âI think itâs cute.â
Cw: smut so minors get to fuck, dry humping, use of handcuffs, kinda cum eating idk, it's just porn idk what else you want from me
Inspired by this GIF that has altered my brain chemistry đŤ
The soft clink of the handcuffs cut through the muggy night air, and a soft chuckle left Eddie's lips.
âSweetheart, you got a secret kinky side I haven't discovered yet?â
A blush creeps over your cheeks and you smile at him, swinging a leg over his waist.
âMaybe.â You sit up on top of him and let your eyes skim over your boyfriend. He's stripped of all his clothing aside from his boxers, his pale freckled skin almost glowing in the moonlight peeking in through the small window of his bedroom. âMight be a lot about me you don't know, Eddie Munson.â
âApparently so, I mean, I had no idea you even owned panties like this, baby. And the thigh highs? You're a walking wet dream.â Eddie smirks, his eyes darting to the delicate pair of lace underwear and thigh high socks you had on. Your pussy throbbed at the way he dipped his voice, and you felt his cock kick slightly beneath you. âCan feel how warm you are, even like this, âs hot.â
âMm,â you agree, giving your hips an experimental rock against his. You shiver as you grind against his cock slowly, the fiction on your clit sending waves of arousal coursing through your veins.
Yeah, this was a good idea.
You'd been unable to sleep, the midsummer heat of Hawkins was insufferable, the tiny fan in Eddie's room doing fuck all to help. But also, you were unbearably horny. Lying there, awake, watching your hot as fuck boyfriend as he slept, inhaling his scent, feeling your pussy throb as your mind drifted to how he'd fucked you against his dresser before you'd gone to bedâŚ
But now, now it was far too hot to entertain too much skin on skin contact. But the wetness pooling between your legs needed to be addressed, which led to you waking Eddie up with a desperate kiss and a grope to his crotch.
You'd mentioned pretty underwear and a good time and he was more than on board, even more so when you'd cuffed him.
âGo ahead baby, take what you want.â Eddie smirks, arms slightly straining against the handcuffs.
You place your hands on his chest, and strip off your (his) tshirt, your nipples pebbling in the air. âFuck, you're ethereal.â
âYou're still high,â you smile, moving your hips slowly, letting a whimper leave your lips.
âOnly a little, but it doesn't affect my eyes, baby.â Eddie lets out a grunt as his cock swells to full hardness. âShit, that feels good.â
âMm,â your head falls to watch your lace covered pussy grinding against his fat length beneath you. Despite the layers between you, it still felt so fucking good. âFuck, Eddie.â
âYeah? You're enjoying this, huh? I can feel how wet you are for me.â Eddie's voice has a rasp to it, and you know it feels just as good for him as it does for you. âGonna grind that pretty pussy against me until you come, princess?â
You nod, biting your lip as your eyes meet his again. You allow your hands to leave his chest and they find your own, rolling your nipples between your fingers like he would whilst your clit bumps against the swollen head of his cock.
âJesus Christ,â Eddie grits out, sweat beading on his forehead as he strains against the cuffs.
âDon'tâŚdon't move.â You command breathlessly, hips moving faster. Your legs tighten around his. He obeys, a little ghost of a moan on his lips at the sound of you telling him what to do. You'd bookmark that for another time.
âChrist, baby-â Eddie gasps, his hips thrusting weakly against yours. âIâm getting closeâŚneed you to come first, angel.â
You let out a broken moan and slap your hands back down onto his chest, allowing you to desperately grind your swollen bud against him faster and faster, chasing your high. Your thighs tremble. Eddie swears loudly, clearly trying to stop himself from blowing his load before you come.
âFu-UCK!â You scream, your orgasm washing over you, your body trembling. Seeing you come undone above him, Eddie's face contorts in pleasure as he lets out a groan, his warm seed coating his boxers. You get a deliciously dirty kick out of feeling his load spurting against the panel of your underwear, and it makes you shiver. Before you collapse, breathless and even more sweaty, you make sure to uncuff him.
Eddie moves lightning quick, pinning you to the bed. It makes you squeal in surprise, however it's quickly replaced by a loud moan as he moves between your legs and mouths at your clit through your underwear, groaning at the taste of the two of you combined. Your hand flies to his crazy hair, fingers tangling in his curls as he slips a finger under the panel of your underwear and into your cunt. A few quick thrusts of his finger and you're coming undone again, this one stronger than before. He doesn't let up, even with your thighs clamping around his head, until he has you crying out a third release, your wetness soaking his chin.
You have to push him away after that, the overstimulation is too much to bear. Eddie looks up at you from between your thighs, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He playfully growls and nips your inner thigh, making you giggle before he climbs up next to you and collapses on the pillows, both of you panting and clammy.
Eddie yawns and you giggle.
âAm I keeping you up, Munson?â You ask with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk on your face.
âNobody else I'd rather be woken up by, sweet cheeks. But, just remember, it's my turn to wake you up next time. Maybe I'll cuff you and eat your pussy till you're crying?â
âGo ahead baby, take what you want.â You grin, echoing his words from earlier. You pull him towards you in a sloppy, love drunk kiss.
Summary: Eddie just really got on your nerves today.
Warnings: smut, light spanking. A little mocking. Hope I didn't forget anything.
A/n: Not proofread
18+ minors dni
"You know you're really fucking annoying sometimes" you bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan.
You were so frustrated with him today. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction that his cock was making you feel as good as it was right now. It was difficult to hold it back. You won't lie. You just wanted to scream and call out his name. You wanted to moan so loud your neighbors heard you again.
"Oh yeah, baby? What else?" Eddie cooed and started to laugh slightly. He kept thrusting his cock harder in your pussy. He gave a powerful thrust that toppled you over. "Tell me how much I annoy you while you're cunt is making a mess all over me."
Your bodies were making the most pornographic noises. It was all skin slapping against skin as his cock glided in and out of your pussy. You heard him groan low and mutter under his breath about how tight you are.
"You're such an asshole." You complained more while he laughed louder behind you. his grip on your hips tightening the more you talked shit to him. "You're always picking with me."
"Oooh! you suck my cock with that filthy little mouth?" He taunted as he rolled his hips just right causing your breath to hitch. Eddie didn't care about that last part, you said to him.
You were right he does pick, but it's always in good light-hearted fun. It's not his fault you were in a bitchy attitude today. He had the urge to ask if you would be starting your period soon, but he decided he enjoyed living too much. He kept that dangerous thought to himself. He wasn't stupid. Annoying sometimes, yes, but not stupid.
Eddie knew he was getting on your nerves today, but he just kept poking at you and poking at you. He wouldn't leave you alone. He loved that scowl and cute little pout on your fact too much to stop. until you finally snapped. his attempts at humor and overall not taking anything you say seriously really got under your skin.
now he has you on your hands and knees in your bedroom plunging his cock deeper and deeper inside you. your walls hugging around him so tight. Your back arched, and your ass went up higher, allowing him to hit all the right spots on your sensitive walls. He's watching the way your body reacted to him. Despite your obvious annoyances. That was enough to make him cum on the spot. He loved it.
You, on the other hand, just couldn't shut your mouth. You kept giving him a piece of your mind. You couldn't really pinpoint what he did exactly that pissed you off. He is just on your nerves today.
Eddie knew it, too. He loved it when you got a little annoyed with him or angry. He would let you get all your frustrations out while he fucked the attitude right out you. That was his goal for today, but he just couldn't resist teasing you a little bit more.
"Awe, is that it, though? I'm just an asshole?" He mocked while pumping his cock in your pussy relentlessly. your sensitive walls clenching around him, forcing him to grunt. His skin is coated in a thin sheen of sweat.
"A dick a really big dick." You kept fussing at him, but when he started hitting that spot on your walls, your mind went blank for a moment. You pressed your forehead to the bed, whimpering.
"Yea, yea, I know my dick is big now what else?." Eddie rolled his eyes. His tone is riddled with sarcasm. Every time you threw an insult at him his cock just went in rougher. He was continuously taunting you. "Keep'em comin, sweetheart."
"n-no....you're just a really bi--" you gasp as his hand came down to deliver a good harsh slap to your ass, shutting you up instantly.
"I'm just a what baby? what was that?" Eddie chuckled and slapped your ass hard again. your silence was enough to earn you a cocky chuckle from him.
"thought so." He mumbled, and his pace increased to the point that you couldn't even remember what you mad at him for now.
"Don't mock me!" You pouted and pushed your hips back against him. You didn't remember what you were mad about. that wasn't going to stop you from trying to fuss at him.
"Can't handle it?" Eddie bit his lip and shook his head. He's waiting for you to look back at him so he can see that bottom lip wobble.
You won't give him that satisfaction of that. Not yet, at least. He wants to have you begging and crying by the end of this. He wants to hear you begging and pleading to let you cum. He craves to see crying on his cock while filling you up with all of his cum.
He sighed, and his tone was more stern than playful. "So ya gonna bitch some more or you gonna shut up and take my cock like a good girl?"
All you could was groan in annoyance and let a quiet little whimper. His stern voice gives you goosebumps all over your body.
Instead of you talking back you focused on how his cock was making you feel so full. The way it rubbed on your g-spot with every thrust. Or how it felt when he first split you open. the way he struggled a little to make it all fit. He always knew how to shut you up when you got in one of these little moods. Yet you could never deny having his cock. No matter how much he got on your last nerve.
Eddies pace became more frantic. Your pussy was dripping all over his balls. He groans so loud when you push back on him again. his hips slamming against your ass hard, it caused a ripple effect. your complaints now were replaced with moans. You're fisting and clawing at the sheets. whatever you were mad at him for has long been forgotten now. Whatever it was he did wasn't even important at this very moment anymore.
You've bought a new pair of panties. Hopefully, Eddie likes the little surprise when he sees them.
Warning: 18 +. breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex, lil bit of a hand job.
Thank you to my beta readers <3
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"What is that?"Â
You turn to look over your shoulder at your boyfriend. With an eyebrow raised you ask, "What's what?"
"That." Eddie points at your lower back. "What's that shining right there?"
You smirk. He had noticed the little surprise you'd bought for him. So, you stood from your spot at the edge of his bed and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your thong. Pulling it up a little you say, "Oh this?"Â
You knew by the short intake of air that Eddie had finally seen the full thing. The red lace of the thong had his name spelled out in what you thought were tacky charms decked in rhinestones. When youâd seen the Etsy listing for them you couldn't help but wonder what Eddieâs reaction would be.
"Do you like them?" You ask. You have to turn your body slightly to see his response as words seem to have left him.Â
His hands were reaching out for your hips and before you knew it, Eddie was pulling down the grey sweatpants you had borrowed from him.Â
You gasp, slapping at his hands. "Eddie!"
"Can't help it, need to see all of them." He sounded memorized. "Do a spin for me, baby."
He lets go of you long enough for you to toe off your pants and do a tiny spin. He gives your ass a small smack as it passes.Â
"Fuck- baby you look breathtaking."
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
You let him pull you atop his lap. His hands are warm as they smooth over the fronts of your thighs. His lips kiss up your clothed spine and you shiver in excitement. He hums as he breathes you in.Â
âWanna see you bouncing on my cock with this on, Sweetheart.â
You smile. âThen lay back for me Eds and let me put on a show for you.âÂ
He does as you request, laying back against the pillows with his arms resting behind his head. He watches your every move, eyes following as your fingers tug at his blue and black checkered boxers.Â
He's semi-hard, cock falling to his stomach, growing stiffer by the second. You take it into your hand and rub your Thumb over the sensitive tip.
âMmh, that's right baby. Love when you touch me.â Eddie moans, tilting his head back to rest on the headboard.
You reach over to the nightstand and grab your bottle of lube and squinting some into your hand. It's cold. Eddie jumps a bit When you bring your lubed hand to his throbbing cock.Â
Slowly you begin to pump your hand. He hardens under your grasp and you can feel it throbbing as his heart rate picks up.
Eddie bites his lip as he moans. His legs flex and his hips buck up. He lets out a groan when you let go of him only to quiet down when you turn, swinging a leg over his so that you're straddling him.Â
His hands immediately grab your hips, thumb rubbing across his bedazzled name.Â
The room is filled with heavy breathing as you situate the thin string of the thong to the side. You need him inside of you and so you take his cock and guide him into your sopping-wet cunt.Â
There's a pounding in your core urging you to take him all the way. You choke out a cry as you do. The sudden feeling of the full stretch he gives you along with the fullness has you throwing your head back. âFuck.â
Eddie's fingers grip tightly into your skin, flesh pudges between the digits. He's holding you so hard there will probably be bruises later, you hope so. When you nod to him, showing that you're ready, Eddie starts to guide your hips. Helping to move you up and down, grinding into his cock.Â
Your mouth slackens into an O shape as the head of his cock presses deep within you. âFuck me, fuck me, fuck me,â you repeat as you bounce. Your pleasure is all that you can think about at that moment. At a particularly harsh snap of Eddieâs hips, you hurl forward, catching yourself on the mattress with your hands. The angle has him hitting just right and a guttural moan spews past your lips. âEddie!â
âThatâs right Sweet girl,â he praises. âFeel so good around me, just love when this sweet pussy squeezes me. Sâmy sweet pussy isn't it baby? All fuckinâ mine.â He grunts, hips pistoning upwards faster.Â
âAll yours Eddie! Fuck- my pussyâs all yours!â You cry.
âYeah? That why you had to mark it with my name? Wear those slutty panties so everyone would know whose fuckinâ pussy this is?â He stopped his thrusts and before you knew it you were lying face first on the mattress and Eddie was shoving his thick cock back into you, pounding into you even harder.Â
Short grunts and gasps for breath could be heard as he fucked you mercilessly into the bed. His fingers held your hips steady, fingers tangled in the lace of your thong.Â
âGonna cum inside. Get you nice and round with my baby. Then there won't be any question of who you belong to.âÂ
His words have you shuddering. Your body begins to tense as you feel yourself starting to come undone. âYes!â you scream in answer, wanting nothing more than for you to belong to him and him to you. âYes, yes! Fuck a baby into me, Eddie!âÂ
One hand lets go of your hips and grabs the hair at the base of your scalp. You mewl as he pulls taut, guiding your body up and flush with his own. His lips kiss messily over your neck and shoulder. You turn your head and he connects his lips with yours. It's sloppy, a mix of spit and gnashing teeth.Â
âOh fuck! Ed- Eddie Iâm⌠fuck Iâm gonna cum.âÂ
âMmm. Cum on my fuckinâ cock baby, show me how only I can make you feel.â His thrusts pick up to a speed you didn't think was imaginable.Â
Tears are flowing down your face as his grip on your hips tightens. You canât take it anymore and with a cry of pleasure, you cum, your body trembling as he follows close behind.Â
He lets you fall back to the bed, falling to the side to catch a well-needed breath.Â
âShould wear my name more often.â Eddie gives a breathy laugh.Â
You eye him, watching as the hand he has laid over his stomach rises with his breathing. âI make a note of that.â
Thinking about dating mechanic!Eddie, whose shop is connected to a little gas station.
You love to swing by his job on your way to work and visit him. Sometimes, you both play a little game where you act like total strangers meeting for the first time. You and him having flirty banter with one another.
He'll walk out in his coveralls going up to your car. Putting a fake southern drawl to his voice.
"Well, hello there sweetheart need some help with that?" He asks, pointing to your gas tank.
You try to stifle a laugh and playing along with him.
"Actually, yes, um, It's just too big for me to hold." You bit your lip while pretending to pick up the fuel pump.
"Oh come on, now I'm sure you can handle big things like this." Eddie winked, taking the pump from you.
You shook your head playing innocent.
"Maybe you can teach me?" A fake pout forming on your face.
"You need someone to show you how? luckily, Im an expert these large hoses."
He moves closer beside you to get a better view. "See, all you gotta go is hold this big long hose and make sure it gets all the way into this tight hole."
"You watchin' me?" His low deep voice whispered. Eddie looks over to you, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from breaking character.
You raised an eyebrow at him.
Eddies is really playing it up today. The southern twang he's putting on a little more exaggerated than usual.
"Fill her all the way up until she is nice and full of cu- I mean fuel." He purred only to fumble on his words seconds later.
You hummed, placing your hand on top of his, helping him take the nosel out. His mouth immediately went dry when he felt you touching him.
"She's full." You whispered seductively. Your breath ghosting his neck as you moved to speak in his ear. You can see goosebumps rising on his forearms.
Eddie coughed, and his eyes grew large. He moved to lean his arm up against the side of your car. "I can show you a more physical way so you know exactly what you're doing."
A cocky smile spreading on his lips that was soon quickly wiped away when his arm slipped out from under him.
You couldn't contain your laughter any longer. "I love you Eddie see you after work."
Eddie quickly gained his composure, smoothing down his work uniform. You got back in your car as he followed behind closely. His co-workers were watching from the dingy window.
"Okay, love, you see you tonight." He bent over to kiss you goodbye.
"Ya know, I can pump more than just gas," Eddie smirks, leaning down to your window.
summary: watching eddie play santa for your kids makes you want to show him someâŚ. appreciation
cw: 18+ ONLY. reader and eddie are married & have kids, oral (m receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, breeding kink
Presents in crinkly patterned paper are placed delicately under the tree, your nimble fingers making sure each bow is perfect and every tag that reads âFrom: Santaâ is visible.
Eddie tip-toes into the living room from your bedroom, the final stack of gifts in his arms. Your two daughters sleep soundly in their beds, likely dreaming of those sugarplums the stories talk about. He hands you each present one by one, letting you find the perfect place for them around the base of your glittering tree. The tiny colored lightbulbs cast a pretty pink glow throughout the room, and it fills your heart with warmth.
When youâve finished your work, you turn to see Eddie filling the stockings, the ball of his Santa hat bobbing with each movement. He hangs each one back on the mantle with so much care, he wouldnât want to drop one and send one of your little ones running to see what caused the noise. A fire crackles in the fireplace, fending off the cold of the snowy landscape outside.
âIs that everything?â he double checks, giving you a sweet grin.
âNot quite. Santa has to eat his cookies,â you tease, moving closer to him and tugging on his hat as you press a kiss to his lips.
âDamn, how could I forget these delicious cookies?â he asks, kissing you on your cheek and squeezing a healthy handful of your ass before moving towards the small table that holds a plate of sugar cookies. You giggle, still blushing like you did the day you met him.
You canât help but smile when you turn to look at the baked treats, each one having been eagerly frosted by tiny hands. The girls had done their very best, and you know your husband certainly wonât complain about a little too much icing dripping down the sides. A glass of milk rests beside the plate, and Eddie takes a hearty sip of it after polishing off his first cookie.
It makes your heart swell, the way he breaks off one little bit of the second cookie to leave on the plate. A tiny splash of milk rests in the bottom of the cup. To make it look as though Santa couldnât quite finish it all. This is the first year your girls are both old enough to really enjoy and get excited about the holiday, and it makes you so happy to witness it through their eyes.
Having a partner that plays along perfectly only makes it sweeter. Honestly, Eddie has probably been more into it than you, making everything so fun for your children. He stops at nothing to make them happy, to make things magical for them. He makes things magical for you, too, and it fills you with an impossible amount of joy.
To your surprise, it also fills you with need. A deep, hot desire for the man youâve made a home with. Itâs insatiable, the way it hits you like a train. Something about watching him play up this whimsical figure for the sake of your kids, something about him in that damn Santa hat. Before you realize it, he catches you staring as he sits back in the comfy chair, his eyes meeting yours and his face breaking into a cheeky smile. You might as well be drooling.
âWhatâre you looking at, Mrs. Claus?â he asks, stretching his arms behind his head, his pajama-clad legs spreading wide.
âI just thinkâŚâ you start, stalking closer to him, eyes trained on his. âThat Santa works so hardâŚâ you murmur, sinking onto your knees between his legs. âMaybe he deserves to be properly thanked.â
âOhââ Eddie gasps when your hand palms over his clothed cock, feeling it stiffen against your touch.
Wasting not even a second you tug his pants down, his hips raising to help you, and you feel your eyes blow wider at the sight of him. Youâll never get tired of seeing his cock â never. The way it leaks for you, the way he gets so hard from the simplest things that you do. You open your mouth, letting the weight of him rest heavy on your tongue. Licking the tip gently, you run your fingers up and down one of his legs.
âBaby,â he sighs, tipping his head back a bit. âWhat got into you?â
âJusâ something about watchinâ you play SantaâŚâ you say, kissing the tip of his cock. âYouâre so good to us. To me. Wanna worship you for it,â you say softly, blinking up at him.
And God, how could he turn you down?
âThe girls, what if theyâ?â
âJust be quiet, and they wonât,â you say like itâs simple, and he doesnât have a moment to respond before youâre kissing your way down his shaft.
Heâs struck dumb when you take the head into your mouth, suckling on it with pretty lips. One hand reaches up to grip the base of him, your tongue licking his slit. A heavy breath leaves his nose, his lips pressed in a thin line. His fingers tangle in your hair, his other hand gripping the armrest of the chair so tight it could rip.
You glance up at him, licking a long and slow stripe up the underside of his length. His eyes are half-lidded and dazed as he stares down at you, watching in disbelief. You stop teasing, then, taking him as far into your mouth as heâll go. Your nose brushes the patch of coarse hair that sits at his base, exhaling through your nose as you adjust to the way he presses against the back of your throat.
âOh fuck,â he whispers when you start to bob your head, trying your very best to keep the wet, slurping sounds to a minimum.
The hand that was gripping his shaft moves down to his balls, squeezing softly as you hollow your cheeks around him. You can hear the way he struggles to quiet the groans that claw their way up his throat, his breathing ragged. His hands reach up, yanking the Santa hat off so his fingers can run through his hair, tangling themselves in it.
âChrist, baby, thatfeelssogood,â he rushes out, voice breathy. âYour mouth is fuckinâ perfect.â
You pull off of him, still rolling the flesh of his heavy balls between your fingers. You make out with the head of his cock, tongue running over it, saliva dripping everywhere. He takes a handful of your hair, pulling gently to make you look up at him.
âGet up here. Right now,â he says. You know heâs trying to be demanding, but he sounds so fucked out it doesnât quite work. It makes you want him even more.
Following instruction, you climb onto his lap and straddle it, but not before slipping off your pajama pants. With just your underwear separating his cock from your heat, you grind your hips down on him, sucking in a sharp breath when his tip nudges your clit. His strong hands guide your movements, taking control as he peppers kisses on your jawline, making you tilt your head back in pleasure.
âNeed you inside me, Ed, please,â you croon, your breaths staggered.
âI donât know, have you been a good girl this year? Do you deserve it?â he taunts, raising his brows at you. His teasing holds no weight, he has every intention of giving it to you, but you still nod.
âBeen so good,â you say softly, teeth tugging at his earlobe.
A strangled, breathy sound leaves him before heâs shoving your panties to the side, running a thick finger through your wet folds. Wet is an understatement, honestly. Youâre soaked for him, and heâs barely done anything to you.
âGod damn, honey,â he growls low in your ear. âYouâre so wet.â His teeth nip at your jaw before moving to your neck, his lips planting themselves on the delicate skin and sucking. âWatching me play Santa really got you that hot, huh?â You can hear the smirk in his voice, and if you werenât so needy for him youâd roll your eyes. But unfortunately, heâs right.
You whine instead, a featherlight sound that he almost misses through the crackling of the fire. He grips his cock, lining himself up with you as you hover above his lap. You reach down to help him, guiding him into your aching heat as you slowly sink down. You gasp in unison when he parts your walls, each of your mouths hanging open until heâs fully sheathed inside you. Calloused fingers press into your doughy hips, beginning to bounce you on his thick cock. A high-pitched squeak escapes you when you feel him press deep inside, and he instantly covers your mouth with one big palm. He stills his movements.
âRemember when you told me to be quiet? Hm? Now you canât control yourself?â he whispers hotly in your ear, his breath making your skin prickle.
His hand is removed from your mouth in favor of guiding the roll of your hips once more, keeping you bouncing steadily. You can hear the way his cock glides through your sticky folds, pushing in and pulling out and pushing back in again. His eyes are impossibly dark as they watch you, especially in the dim light, but you can see the lust and adoration burning behind them all the same. You swear you can feel him in every inch of your body as he pushes himself as deep as he can possibly go, making you drop your forehead against his and bite back a moan.
One of his hands pulls the hem of your shirt up in order to expose your breasts to him, his open palm giving the first one a squeeze before rolling your nipple between his fingers and pinching. Your back straightens slightly, arching into his touch. He dips his head down, sucking on the nipple his fingers arenât already toying with. He kisses the soft swells of flesh, nipping and sucking gently while you start to take some control, bouncing yourself on his cock.
âFuck,â he mutters around a mouthful of your tits, his tongue flicking over the sensitive buds on each one.
He diverts his attention, moving away from your breasts and instead reaching a hand down down down to where your bodies connect. The pad of his thumb swipes over your clit, making a filthy, desperate huff leave your mouth. Youâre getting so close, your body desperate for him to bring you to release.
âEds,â you sigh, rolling your hips slowly on top of him, savoring every single second of this bliss.
âWhat is it, sweetheart?â he asks, bringing his free hand up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking along your cheekbone. He smiles at you, soft and sweet as he continues to circle your clit.
âSo good,â you breathe, feeling the tension in the pit of your stomach grow and grow. âWant you to cum, baby, give it all to me.â
âYeah? Want me to fill you up?â he taunts, leaning forward and catching your bottom lip between his teeth. âGet you pregnant again? Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â
Everything in you screams yes. Your hormones are on overdrive, wanting him to pump you full of his seed and make it stick.
âFuck, yes, Eddie,â you agree, throwing your head back.
He bucks his hips up, his cock stretching you so deliciously, reaching the deepest parts of you. His lips kiss any part of your skin they can reach as you completely fall apart for him. Your walls clench so tightly around him as you cum, drenching his cock in your arousal. Giving you a few final thrusts, his movements get less precise as he unravels. Soft grunts leave his mouth as he fucks you through his orgasm, ropes of cum painting your walls in spurts. You cling to him, panting as you recover from your high. Gentle hands rub your back, sliding up under your shirt and soothing you with repetitive motions.
âI love you,â you say softly, crossing your eyes to watch as he presses a kiss to your nose. One reaches your lips immediately after; a drawn-out, lingering kiss that you donât want to ever end.
âI love you, too,â he says, millimeters away from your mouth after he pulls away. You feel it, almost overwhelmingly, in the way he holds you close.
You shift on his lap, letting him pull out of you carefully. Your thighs are sticky with your own arousal and his as it drips out of you, but you donât want to leave his comforting embrace. The warmth from the fireplace kisses your skin, making you sleepy in Eddieâs arms. You take his left hand in your own, running your thumb over his wedding band, a pleased hum reverberating within you.
He turns, looking at the clock that rests on the mantle. Just after midnight.
âMerry Christmas, sweetheart,â he says, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.
âMerry Christmas, handsome,â you coo, reaching up to brush some of his hair out of his face.
âCan we make this a Christmas tradition?â he asks, giving you a cheeky smile as he pinches the fat of your ass.
âWhatever you want, Mr. C,â you laugh, leaning in to kiss him once more.
The night ends with the both of you creeping quietly down the hallway to your bedroom, tangling yourselves beneath warm blankets. Snow falls outside, you can see it through the gap in the curtains as sleep starts to take over your body. Blinking slowly, heavily, you feel Eddieâs strong arms wrap around you, pressing you close to his chest.
In the morning, your girls will wake you with unbridled excitement, ready to see what Santa brought them. But for now, itâs just you and the man himself, dreaming cozy winter dreams.
Hey! I was reading one of your stories and it was so good I immediately started following you <3
Anyways could you write a story about reader being flat (like no ass and skinny legs) and shes being insecure about it. So while Eddie and reader are undressing for sex she looks in the mirror to her body and Eddie asks whatâs wrong and she tells? I kinda can relate to this so I would love a story like this đŤśđť
You can change it a little bit ofcourse! Already thank you very much!!
â¤ď¸You're perfect.â¤ď¸
Summary: Alcohol is always set to cloud your mind, but some things will sober your right up. Especially when you suddenly realize you're actually going to have to show your biggest insecurity to your boyfriend.
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Flat!Reader
Warnings: Smut, P in V, fingering (f receiving), cream pie (Eddie cums a lot) - hints at Eddie being insecure about his, squirting, insecurity, slight angst, fluff. Drunk sex! If that makes you uncomfortable DO NOT READ, consent is neither mentioned or implied in the writing but it IS consensual because I say so and I wrote it so *sticks out tongue* also I have never understood why people think its ok to write about high sex but not drunk sex? Like can someone please explain?
Wordcount: 4.1 k
A/N: Thank you for the request babes, I hope you like it â¤ď¸
Also I highly reccomend listening to Destroy Boys while reading this, becuase I was and it was the closest vibe to drunk sex I could find, like why is there no good drunk sex music? Does anyone have any recommendations? because I'm sick of seeing Chase Atlantic everywhere.
Feel free to request, I love writing requests! â¤ď¸
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Your whole head vibrates with an alcohol induced haze, spinning you around and losing your touch with reality and all things surrounding you, except for one thing. Broad palms are on you the second you burst through the door of the Harrington basement, plush lips forcing against your own in passionate kisses. The door slams shut behind you as Eddieâs hands push your hoodie off your shoulders, he revels in the sound of your sugary sweet giggle as he stumbles over his own feet, desperately trying to kick his sneakers off without ever letting his hands leave your body.Â
A gasp whisps its way into the air as Eddie forces you against the door, the smirk painted across his face grazes your lips and it sends bolts of lightning down your spine, the soft sparkle in his eye that reflects the dim lighting of the small space as he gazes softly in your eyes prompting goosebumps to freckle your skin before his lips are on yours again. Your hands force his jacket down his arms and he chuckles as he tries to wriggle himself free of the leather.Â
His hand finds your cheek to pull you towards him again while the other plants a firm grasp on your hip, chipped nail polish scratches down his back as your arms circle him.Â
Itâs all a mix of hot breaths and gasps as hands roam skin and tongues dance around each other, a mix of beer and vodka muddles on your tastebuds to accompany the fresh cigarette smoke that fills your senses when you breathe him in. All you can focus on is the way his body feels against yours, how his hands grip at your hips while yours rake through his curls.Â
But you quickly pull one away when you feel his grip snake around your waist, before he has a chance to plant a firm grip on your ass your fingers lace with his, guiding him up to palm at your chest in a frenzy.Â
You manage a second of relief at his compliance before both of his hands travel down your body, you're just about to slap them away before they have a chance to travel further south when you feel yourself being lifted into the air. You're too distracted by his lips finding yours again to dwell on the situation or even realise what you're about to get yourself into as your back smacks against the bathroom door before it swings open.Â
You land on the bathroom counter with a heavy thud, heavy breath escaping both of your mouths as they circle around your heads, drifting above you like the smoke in cartoons. His lips are on yours again, kissing with a furious and drunk passion as you feel callused fingers search for the hem of your t-shirt. There is not a single warning bell that goes off in your head, the bellkeep has gone to sleep with the amount of vodka mixers, shitty beers and tequila shots you downed just a mere minute ago upstairs with the rest of the shitfaced partygoers. Your own fingers find the hem of your shirt and you pull it up over your head, throwing it behind him to be found later. Those same callused fingers smooth over your cheeks as he cups your face and brings you in close, attaching his lips to yours after gazing at you with an expression that can only be described as love.Â
Your own hands wander to his shirt and he rips away instantly, letting you pull the black fabric off of him and discarding Ozzyâs face on the floor with your own t-shirt. Your hands explore his body, dragging your fingers up the expanse of his torso, from the soft patch of curls that form his happy trail, past the soft pudge of his stomach, to his shapely pecs and finally gliding over his shoulders, grasping onto them and pulling him back in. You only manage to revel in the sensation of his lips hard against yours for a second before theyâre pulling away, the thick pad of his thumb forces your chin up as he starts trailing kisses down your neck, soft breaths echo around the practically dark room, save for the sliver of light the frosted glass window lets through.Â
His hands find your hips, gripping onto them as if to ground himself before they travel to the cups of your bra, palming desperately at your tits while a soft groans slips past his lips. âYou donât know how many times Iâve pictured these beauties, please babe, you- you gotta let me see themâ there's a soft slur to his words but you're too distracted by the feeling of his hands against your body to care that neither of you are truly in a fit state to be doing any of this.Â
âWell how can I resist when you're asking so nicelyâ you chuckle, watching the dark pool of desperation that swims about in his irises. Within seconds his hands are at your back, undoing the clasp to the black fabric that hugs your frame and you're too caught up in this moment, being here with Eddie, to even let a shred of insecurity bubble up at the fact that heâs about to see your boobs, who are nowhere near up to the standard of small perky boobs. The thought of him being grossed out by how they sag from the weight doesn't even have a chance to cross your mind before a loud groan rumbles from the depth of his chest and his hands are back, gripping, palming and squeezing at anything he can get his hands on. âFuck, âs- fuckinâ perfectâ his words only bounce around in your head in one big jumble as you feel the warmth of his tongue swipe over one of your nipples. You feel as the skin tightens around the nub and that ticklish sensation of your nipples being erect as his lips wrap around it, skilled fingers swiping delicately over your other nipple, teasing you with the faintness of his touch. A strangled moan bounces around the room as his lips suction around you, tickling you in the strangest, weirdest, best way. No one had ever done this, and it was safe to say it felt super weird⌠but also earth shatteringly good and especially when the tingling feeling between your thighs -that had sat comfortable since you and Eddie has started whispering slurred words by each others ears upstairs- only grew in strength.
Your fingers tread through his curls as he moves on to your other side, treating your other nipple with the same insane pleasure as he had done before. Soon enough his kisses start trailing down, kissing between your tits, slowly and steadily moving down down down, and over your stomach (that tickles too, but not in the same way). He only grins up at you at the sound of your giggle. There are so many insecurities on display that, in the right headspace, would have you heaving with anxiety, but none of them manage to surface to the front of your mind as your drunk haze can only fixate on Eddie, Eddie Eddie Eddie. As he kisses down your head falls back against the wall, lolling on your shoulders to find the other end of the L shaped counter, you see yourself in the mirror and smile drunkenly at the picture it presents. Eddie kissing down your stomach, hands trailing up and down your torso as lust filled eyes watch your face.Â
Insecurity gnaws at you however, as your eyes drift to his torsos slotted between your thighs.Â
The alcohol induced illusion shatters, however, the second his nimble fingers find your belt buckle, suddenly you pull yourself up straight, pulling your waist away from him. The fog has cleared and you have sobered up within the matter of a millisecond and you stare with wide, fearful eyes at the mop of brown hair that suddenly moves. He stands up again from his sinking position to the floor and finds your eyes with his own worried ones. âWhatâs- whatâs wrong?â It seems his own fog has lifted as he stares down at you, one hand coming to caress your cheek while the other smooths up and down your arm.Â
Your mouth opens, and then it closes. You find yourself at a loss for words as you stare up at him, dim moonlight shining around him, blurring everything else in the room, dark, misty eyes, glazed over with pure, unfiltered concern, soft pink lips tugged into a small pout, milky white skin glowing below clusters of freckles that travel from his face and down the lengths of his arms, each one further from the other. God heâs perfect. Why would you ever want to ruin this moment?Â
âNothingâ you breathe a strained chuckle, âJust uh, backs, hurtingâ you slink your hand between yourself and the wall and make a show of stretching out your back. âOhâ he chuckles, the soft breath plays like music in your ears, as he scans the room, âHereâ he stretches over you and reveals two folded up towels, his smile is happy and hopeful as he waits for you to lean forward so he can place them behind your back. âThanksâ you whisper as he slides back into place between your thighs, âBetter?â his eyes, god those eyes, wide, baby cow eyes, glinting under the moonlight above the sweet smile pulling at his lips. âYeah, yeahâ you breathe, you canât take those eyes, they confront you, they force you to curl under the depth of them, waiting for you to tell the truth because they know youâre lying. You canât take it, so, you quickly pull him in by his neck, sinking your lips into his, kissing him desperately, willing the sight of his eyes out of your mind.Â
Your thighs glide against the counter, sliding down onto the floor and forcing Eddie against the other end of the counter, he yelps in surprise at the quick action but within no time matches your energy, hands grasping on to your hips again. Your whole body cringes as his hands slide down your back to grab a handful of your ass, but you power through, and feel shocked as you focus on those delicious groans escaping his throat, groans that were prompted by his hands on your ass. His hands squeeze firmly and he pulls you towards him, pressing below your stomach is what really sets off the fire between your legs. His hard cock forces against your mound and you feel your thighs squeeze together unprompted at the action, squeezing tight at the obnoxious groan that vibrates in your ears.Â
Your lips move at a furious pace together as both of your hips begin dancing in sync, grinding against each other with no shame. Your hands grip and scratch at any skin you can find, his biceps, his shoulder, his chest, back, shoulder blades, face, anything. You can feel the drunken haze begin to fog your mind again as you lose yourself with him, his own must be too as he sways slightly while he broadens his stance, allowing you to press yourself closer to him.Â
His hands find your hips again and he twirls you around, quick to pull you back in again to force your ass against his throbbing cock, his lips kiss down your neck, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he feels your hands pull at his curls. He breathes a ragged âFuckâ as his hips begin to roll against your own, holding on tighter as he hears your breaths grow louder. âShit, need to be inside you so bad, you don't even wannaâ knowâ he whispers against your shoulder, you chuckle breathily while your own lips find his neck, kissing at anything you can reach. Squeezing your eyes shut tight as you feel his hands find your belt buckle again, but this time you donât stop him, there's an indescribable urge to fight back, to prove yourself. To whom? You have no idea, but you know you're not stopping now, not when his body feels so warm and inviting behind yours, not when his hands have gripped onto your body the way they have, not when his kisses have felt so intoxicating.Â
He undoes the buckle, and then the belt, and then finally the zipper.Â
You brace yourself for the impact.Â
But nothing comes, his fingers snake their way past the open zipper of your baggy jeans and slip under the hem of your panties. You release a sigh of relief thats replaced by a soft moan when you feel warm fingers make their way between your folds, his own breath is heavy and hot against your skin as his eyes once again roll to the back of your head âFuck, youâre so wetâ his teeth graze the soft skin of your shoulder as you look down to find his hand moving beneath the denim. His fingers glide down to your hole, collecting your slick before he begins an agonisingly slow tackle of your clit. He grins wildly at the whimper that rings in his ears while you twitch slightly in front of him.Â
The feeling of his soft lips trailing kisses up and down your neck and shoulder accompanied by the exciting press of his throbbing cock against you and the wickedly cruel slow circles on your clit have your breath speeding up, loud pants slowly transitioning into breathy moans that has Eddie grinding against you in a furious pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and it lolls on your neck, splaying your hair over Eddie's shoulder as his movements speed up. While your hands grip desperately at the counter, Eddie's free one finds your tit, palming at it in tune with every deep groan that vibrates through his chest. His hips move with yours as you grind down on his fingers and an obnoxiously loud moan echoes throughout the small bathroom -sure to travel up to unsuspecting ears upstairs- at the harsh press and increased pace of his digits against you.Â
A string of curses bounce around the walls as you feel the tingling between your thighs begin to tighten into a coil, everything is simply euphoric. The dull drum of the music upstairs, travelling through the floor to the almost completely dark bathroom, the delicious sound of Eddie's groans and pants mixing with your own, his warm body against yours, encircling you, the sensation of his fingertip against your clit, his lips grazing your skin, his fingers now tweaking your nipple has you writhing against him. âFuck, mâgonna- âbout to- shit- mother fuckerâ a deafening moan rings in his ears as your whole body stiffens with the snap of the coil.Â
His kisses never cease as he waits out your orgasm and when you eventually come down from your high his lips find your cheek. âGood?â you can hear heâs out of breath as whispers against your cheek. He only chuckles at your tired nod and slowly slips his hand out of your pants, after wiping it off awkwardly on his own jeans it joins across from his other hand. Broad palms rest on your hips as he kneads the skin softly but when his lips manage to find yours you feel yourself snapping out of your tired post orgasmic state. You quickly turn in his grasp, lips forcing against his furiously, desperate to feel more of him. God if that's what he could do with his fingers you were dying to see what else he could do.Â
Within seconds he matches your energy, groaning as your tongues dance furiously. He manages to find your hips again and unsteadily walks you to the other side of the counter with your back to it. Your mind is too far gone to set off any warning bells as his hands rip the denim down your hips, past your thighs and letting them fall to the floor along with the delicate black fabric that previously would have protected your last bit of modesty. His hands grip your hips and he forces you up on the counter completely bare. The only thing you can feel at the moment is complete, utter desperation. Your fingers fiddle with his belt as his lips find yours again, when a bratty whine leaves your throat his own hands replace yours, hastily undoing his jeans and pulling them down his legs.Â
You manage to get a whole second to awe at the sheer size of him while he steps out of the fabric before a hand is wrapping around your ankle, forcing you to place your foot on the counter. The only break your lips get from each other is when a loud gasp breaks the seal at the sensation of his fat mushroom tip forcing past your entrance. A wide grin paints his features as he sheathes inside your cunt. Eddie knew this wasn't your first time but he still wanted to give you a second to adjust before he began pounding into you. His hands grasp onto your thighs and manoeuvre your legs to wrap around him. With each thrust your moans grew louder but neither of you had a care in the world that there were other people around.Â
His hands never left your thighs, as he began setting a steady pace of harsh thrusts his hands smoothed up and down your thighs, gripping occasionally as a raspy voice whispered âFuck I love your thighsâ suddenly your moans died down and all that could be heard was heavy breathing as your mind managed to focus on something other than the drag of his cock against your walls. âWhat?â your hoarse voice whispered âI fuckinâ love your thighsâ his eyes didnât meet yours, instead they were trained on the back of his head, half hidden behind his eyelids. âLove your ass, your tits, hips, face, stomach, arms, hands fuckinâ all of it, youâre so fuckinâ perfectâ every word was a mix of pants between each harsh thrust into you. âYou do?âÂ
He managed to find your gaze as his hips slowed down ââCourse I do, Iâd be a fuckinâ idiot not toâ a concered expression found its way onto his features as he stared down at you. Your hands slid from his shoulder blades to his hips as they began to slow further until he was simply deeply seated inside you. âI- I was kind of nervous, cuz yaâ knowâŚâ you broke off shyly with a shrug. âCuz what?â he frowned softly, âYou knowâ you nodded towards your lower body, âNo I donât knowâ his frown etched deeper as his hands began soothing up and down your thighs again, the drunken haze seemed to have evaporated for the both of you, leaving behind a trace of distortion. âJesus you really gonnaâ make me say it?â you groaned, âEh yes, I have no idea what youâre talking aboutâÂ
âBecause Iâm flat and shit, like Iâve seen your ex dude, she has a literal hourglass shape, thick thighs, fat ass all that stuff guys likeâ you couldnât hold his gaze any longer, instead your eyes found interest in the movement of his hand. âSo? Everyones different, Iâm not dating you for your body, thatâs just a major plus, like have you seen you? Youâre fucking perfectâ his hand moved to softly manoeuver your face to look you in the eye. âYou really think so?â you whispered, the moonlight shone in your eyes as you looked up at him, âAre you crazy? Youâre perfect.âÂ
Words were lost on you, all you could do was stretch up to place a soft kiss to his lips. One kiss turned to two and two turned to three, before you knew it your hands were gripping at his shoulder blades and your ankles were locking behind his back, pulling him closer as his tongue began to swipe against yours. Loud moans and groans muddled with offensive curses as his hips began thrusting at an incomprehensible speed. Hoarse fucks and shits echoed in your head as you felt the head of his cock nudge your cervix repeatedly and your nails clawed at his back.Â
This time when your head lolled on your shoulders to find the mirror all the picture looking back at you did was set hot flames inside the pit of your stomach.
Nothing could pull you out of this moment, not even the sound of bottles and soap dishes clashing into the floor as you sought out something to grip onto. âFuck, yeah lean backâ Eddie muttered as your hands found their place at the edge of the counter. The view of your tits bouncing up and down only had his hips gaining speed as he began pistoning in and out of you. âFuck, fuck. Fucking perfectâÂ
âShit, donât stop, feels so fucking good, donât stopâ your voice was high and squeaky as you moaned your words. âNot fuckinâ stopping for anything baby holy shitâ While one hand gripped your hip the other grasped desperately onto your tit, âMother fucker, just watching you would make me fucking cumâ he groaned as your mouth dropped and your eyes rolled as far back as they physically could. âIâm gonna cum. Iâm gonna cum!â your shriek was like music to his ears, âFuck me too, shit gonnaâ cum so hardâ the awkward humiliation hidden beneath his whispered words were lost on you as you felt that same coil explode.Â
High pitched moans and deep groans didnât even register in your head as the view of the bathroom was replaced with a blinding white and a deaf ringing accompanied it.Â
After what felt like forever you managed to open your eyes to find a mop of brown hair splayed across your chest as its accompanying body heaved up and down. Your fingers laced through his curls prompting him to stand up, his chest expanded with every deep breath he tried to take to find himself again and you only watched in amusement. âFunny, sex sobers you upâ you chuckled breathlessly, earning a snort from the man across from you. âHah, uuhh yeah youâre gonna need like a towel or somethingâ he cringed as he looked down at your joined bodies, his thick creamy substance already beginning to drip down between your asscheeks. Your hand searched blindly for the towel next to you and you held it up to him with a goofy grin.Â
âHuh, fuck okâ he took a deep breath before his digits wrapped around the base of his cock. Moving ever so slowly he began pulling out of you. It seemed however that the coil hadnât exactly exploded, part of it was still lying deep within you and you could feel it start to stretch with each millimetre that moved inside you. A loud whine sang from your chest as you felt him slowly pull out and suddenly the milky liquid buried deep inside you followed, you donât know what prompted you to do it but suddenly the pad of your finger was circling your clit harshly as the hefty amount of cum Eddie had left behind began to trickle out of you.Â
He watched with wide eyes as you rubbed hard circles against the small nub, âShit shit shit!â you shrieked as you felt that coil finally detonate. Hot clear liquid began to flood, drenching Eddie who stood mesmerised in front of you and it didn't stop until every last drop of Eddie's cum had pooled onto the floor. âShitâ you breathed heavily as you leaned forward, your head thudding against Eddie's chest. âHoly shitâ he scoffed in amazement, you straightened up to see his face âThat was like the hottest thing Iâve ever seenâ his eyes were bulging out of his skull âWeâre definitely getting you to do that againâ all you could do was snort at his excited face before you slid off the counter onto your wobbly legs.Â
Bending down to retrieve your underwear from the floor you feel a harsh smack to your ass and you stand up promptly to face him but before you can even get a word out his lips are on yours and his hands are gripping at the globes of your ass as heâs backing you against the counter again. âYou can forget going upstairs, weâre staying down here all night.â
Summary: Eddieâs failing class, so you decide to offer two different styles of biology tuition, textbook-based and *ahem* practical.
W/C: something around 4k (I didnât do a word count after editing, sorry)
CW: đ 18+ MDNI!, NSFW, PWP, smut with a story. Exhibitionism (f), mutual masturbation (m+f), swearing, innuendo, pet names, slight sub/dom dynamic, subtle size kink? Both Reader & Eddie are overage. No y/n. Readerâs appearance is not described, it can be whatever you like.
A/N: A cute little bit of biology lesson-based smut. Iâm a sucker for virgin!Eddie and wanted to see if I could write him. Let me know how I did! đ
Youâve had a crush on the guy in your Biology class since the beginning of the year when you first saw him ranting on a table in the cafeteria. Thereâs something about him thatâs so different from the guys youâd usually go for. You run in completely different social circles, you with the academically-gifted âBrainy Bunchâ (an eye-rollingly terrible moniker coined by the we-think-weâre-so-clever jocks), and him with his nerdy friends. Despite this you find him unusual and intriguing, not to mention hot as all hell. You guess the âfreak metalheadâ look doesnât work for everyone, but his long hair and rebellious dark ink are certainly doing it for you. You really want to discover whatâs underneath those layers of denim, leather and torn shirts, your imagination only able to go so far as you ponder his form late at night in your bed.
However, girls talk, and youâve never heard of him being with any of them, or even speaking to all that many. For all his bravado and apparent confidence, youâre reasonably certain that Eddie Munson is still a virgin.
And for some reason this draws you to him even more.
Youâre pretty sure youâve caught Eddie checking out your ass as itâs perched on a high stool while he sits behind you in the biology lab. On days when youâre in this class youâve started to wear your tightest jeans, and your shortest skirts (though if anyone asked youâd insist it was a coincidence).
Somehow youâve become inexplicably clumsy (but only in this class, how oddâŚ), often dropping your pencil and having to bend over to pick it up, occasionally chewing on the end in contemplation when you know heâs watching, much to the chagrin of your teacher.
âNever put anything in your mouth in the lab, you should all know better by now.â
You smirk at the innuendo in Eddieâs direction and he quickly looks away, ears exposed by his lab-regulation tied-back hair a little pink at the tips.
You also often âforgetâ or âloseâ equipment, asking him if heâs got a spare, or could he please get you a replacement from the cupboards, which heâs always more than willing to do (giving you ample opportunities to observe his denim-clad ass as he does so).
âDamn, I seem to be one test tube short. Eddie, would you be a doll and get me one from the cupboard?â, crossing your legs and subtly ensuring the hem of your skirt rides up just a little more.
Eddie looks you up and down (result!) and agrees.
âThanks, you really are my knight in shiny, um, leather?â You wince slightly at your clumsy comment, but he takes it in his stride, continuing the bit by replying,
âHere you go, your majestyâ, bowing theatrically and presenting the glassware to you atop his forearm, making you grin.
In another lesson: âShit, I tore my filter. Eddie, do you have a spare?â
âAnything for the Princess of Biology.â
He gives you a little smirk, and you feel your cheeks heat slightly. You canât help gazing at his strong, ring-clad hands as he hands you the little circle of absorbent paper.
It becomes somewhat of a game, you playing the Princess and he the rescuing knight.
But for all your teasing you genuinely do actually want to help him pass the class. You donât want him to have to repeat the year - youâve seen him play at The Hideout and you know heâs meant for greater things.
Itâs just biology, it canât be any harder than what little youâve picked up about that complicated game he plays, which seems to be all numbers, convoluted plots and organising âcampaignsâ, whatever they are. Youâre sure he could pass if heâd just apply himself.
Or, perhaps, he just needs the right tutor�
Youâd broached it with your science teacher, offering to help âany students who were behindâ for extra credits. After heâd agreed youâd approached Eddie that same day, offering to come to his home and help him with his overdue assignments.
He was confused and skeptical at first, thinking this could all be some elaborate prank, but you were gentle and persuasive, and heâd agreed to pick you up later that day.
Youâre sitting on his worn-out sofa, draped with a well loved but soft blanket. Youâve spent the last hour trying to get Eddie to understand cellular respiration (âIsnât it just, like, breathing in and out?â âNo, Eddie, this is cell biochemistry, itâs a bit more complicated than thatâ), but nothing you attempt seems to be working.
Heâs despondent, wonât look at you, and seems resigned to his fate of never passing this particular subject, interjecting with statements like,
âLook, itâs just not going in.â
âI donât know how to make it stick.â
âI donât think Iâll get it, Princess, even if you beat it into me.â
The innuendo (accidental or not) is driving you crazy. As is Eddieâs lack of self belief.
Youâd even tried explaining it by using D&D analogies.
âThink of the chemical reactions like individual characters interacting in groups. Like, if this particular troupe disband and some make allegiances with another, the group has different skills and attributes now, right?â But after a promising start even that doesnât seem to hold his attention.
In fact, the more animated you get and closer you sit, the more distracted and fidgety he becomes, unwilling to engage fully with you and shifting uncomfortably.
You move further towards him on the sofa, determined to give it one last shot, and force him to make eye contact with you.
Their colour and depth surprises you as you look into them properly for the first time, noticing their rich, swirling chocolate and whiskey hues.
Your eyes briefly drop to his lips, the soft pink, plump, velvety pillows looking mightily enticing. God, theyâre perfect.
Goosebumps rise on your arm as you feel his surprisingly soft curls tickle your shoulder.
Okay, you knew he was cute, but up close? Fucking hellâŚ
You lean across your notes and over to the text book thatâs on his other side. Your thighs are touching, and as you twist the side of your breast makes contact with his arm. If he looked slightly down and towards you heâd be able to see right down the neck of your tank top. You kind of hope he does.
Huffing, you prod at the book with your hand, hoping that the diagram on the page might make everything clearer. The movement makes your boobs jiggle a little.
You hadnât noticed heâd stopped breathing and he suddenly lets out a huff of breath, covering it with a badly faked cough. His cheeks have flushed a light shade of pink.
So, you definitely werenât imagining all that stuff in class.
Fuck it. You consider this might be the only opportunity you might get to do this, so decide to grab it. After all, academic tutelage was only part of your motivation to get him alone, and something youâve been thinking about for a long time, one of the fantasies that keeps you up at night, pops into your head. One that would definitely get his attention. And if you canât help his confidence academically, perhaps you can help with it somewhere else. Call it interpersonal tutelageâŚ?
With as much nonchalance as you can muster, you say, âUm, maybe we should take a break. Yâknow, relax a little?â
You scootch away to the end of the sofa, putting your back against the armrest and bringing your feet up onto the cushion in front of you. You grab a couple of throw cushions and slot them behind you, getting comfortable.
Eddie seems to relax a little too once youâve moved away, but still looks uneasy.
God, are you really going to do this? What if he screams and runs away, or worse, tells his friends, or your classmates..? No, youâve been thinking about this for far too long. Oh, fuck it x 2âŚ
Feigning a stretch, you arch your back and place your hands at the back of your waist, pushing your chest, and breasts, upwards. Then you move them to the sides of your ribs, glancing over the sides of your boobs, seemingly-innocently pushing them together. You move a hand underneath one of your breasts, cupping it gently in the crook of your thumb and forefinger.
Eddie is still sitting tensely on the front edge of the sofa cushions, stealing sideways glances at you through the curtain of his hair.
âCâmon, Eddie, get comfy with me. Itâll help, I promise.â
Self-consciously, Eddie shifts himself and sits facing you, cross-legged, at the other end of the sofa. You give him a soft smile, which he returns with a slightly bashful one of his own, afterwards rolling his lips inwards between his teeth.
Okay, itâs now or never. Are you gonna be able to concentrate on this, Eddie?
You hum quietly, and almost closing your eyes you run a palm down your chest and over your belly. You drop one knee slightly out to the side, and run your hand down the inside of your thigh and back up it, eventually pushing your fingers between your thighs and cupping your mound with your palm.
You see Eddieâs eyes widen and hear a stifled choke.
Your hand moves to fully cup your breast, and you lightly trace your thumb over your hardening nipple whilst the hand between your legs begins to apply gentle pressure, making you inhale deeply.
Eddie watches you, agape, bringing his hands together and clasping one hand over the other in front of him, you surmise to disguise his burgeoning bulge.
You open your eyes a little, keeping them soft and half lidded, and gently smile in Eddieâs direction, ensuring heâs still watching you.
Using both hands to pop the button and lower the zipper on your jeans, you tease yourself by running the pretty elastic trim of your your panties between your fingertips, pulling it slightly away from you and letting it snap back onto your abdomen.
âUhâŚâ, he swallows hard, and you internally groan at the sight of his Adamâs apple bobbing in that delicious neck, âWhatâre you doing..?â
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing, Eddie? Iâm⌠relaxingâŚâ
Sighing out the last word, you choose this moment to slip your hand down the front of your underwear, sliding over your mound and dipping just the tip of one finger between your folds, feeling the wetness thatâs already pooled there. Your forehead furrows a little and you let out a quiet, contented hum.
Eddieâs eyes widen further and his eyebrows disappear completely under his bangs, and he sounds a little like heâs suffocating.
He tries to move further away from you along the sofa, unsuccessfully however as heâs wedged against the other armrest.
âUh, I can, yâknow, leave, or you could use my room, or, I can take you home, or, or-â
Heâs babbling, and looking everywhere but at you. Thatâs not what you want at all, and youâre also concerned that he looks so uncomfortable.
âI can stop, if you wantâŚâ
He rushes out a reply, almost shouting the first syllable.
âN-NO! Um, no, itâs okay, really.â
âOkay, Eddie, stay right there. Keep your eyes on me, I wanna give you a show.â
He looks even more shocked, jaw dropping open, and you think he might bolt. But after a moment itâs clear that despite being full of anxiety, fear and self-consciousness, his curiosity, hormones and horniness are winning out, and he fixes his gaze on you.
He manages to squeak out, âOk-aayâŚâ
You lift your hips, using both hands to push your jeans and underwear down your legs until they reach your ankles. You slowly splay your knees, finally exposing yourself fully to Eddieâs gaze. One hand comes back to your breast, and you pinch your fabric-covered nipple between your thumb and forefinger.
He takes in the sight before him, the soft fur around your core, your wet folds glistening in the dim light of his living room, your sultry gaze, the peaks of your hardened nipples now visible through the thin fabric of your top.
He lets out a stuttering breath as his hips involuntarily shift underneath him, trying to find some friction.
âJeezus fuck, Princess, are you tryinâa kill me?â
You try to think of something that might help relax him.
âIf it helps you can imagine that weâre still studying. How about a quick lesson in female anatomy..?â
You move your hand down and with featherlight touches trace your fingertips around your pussy.
âNow, this whole area is my vulva.â
Eddie gulps.
Making a vertical line you trace your fingers over your wet lips.
âThese are my labia.â
Eddieâs lips press together and he lets out a stammering hum, closing his eyes momentarily before snapping them back open so he doesnât miss a thing.
âAre you paying attention, Eddie? This part is really important. This-,â you inhale sharply as you trail your wet fingers upwards and make contact, âThis is where youâll find my clit- fuck-â
It feels so delicious you almost donât manage to finish your sentence, and you let out a long, low hum. Part of you doesnât want to stop, but youâve got more planned. Moving your fingers down again, you say,
âAnd this, here? This is my vaginaâŚâ
With a smile, you watch him stare as you dip a fingertip into your sopping hole, letting out a low moan as you gradually slip it inside of you.
âYou know what the g-spot is, Eddie? I can show you where to find it, if you want me toâŚ?â
You slide your finger in further, curling it towards your front wall, almost managing to tickle that certain spot within and letting out a loud groan.
At the other end of the sofa Eddie gasps an inhale, whimpering slightly, and you see him press the heel of his hand into his crotch. The combination of his sounds and actions is making you impossibly wetter - the boys youâve been with before didnât do much of either, and you didnât know how much it turned you on.
You watch his face as he stares intently at your weeping centre as you slowly, so slowly move your finger in and out a few times.
âI promise Iâll fuckinâ try, Jesus ChristâŚâ
He swallows again, exhaling heavily.
Deciding itâs time for the main event, you bring the hand that was squeezing your breast down your body, moving your fingertips to your clit and applying gentle pressure.
âI want you to see how wet you make me, Eddie. I want you to know how much I enjoy you watching my ass in biology class, how often Iâve thought about it when Iâm alone. How much I like checking yours out in those oh-so tight jean- oh!â
A particularly exquisite circle followed by a firm press on your clit makes you moan out loud. The combination of both your hands has you close, closer than you imagined youâd be at this stage. It takes much longer when youâre by yourself, and youâre surprised and excited by just how much youâre enjoying having Eddie watch you.
Eddieâs fully gripping himself through his jeans now and is breathing heavily through his nose. He looks big, and you salivate at the thought.
You really want to see what heâs been hiding inside that tight denim.
âShow me, Eddie, I wanna see you.â
Hesitantly, never having experienced anything even close to this before, Eddie mumbles,
âYou, uhâŚ?â
âI wanna see you. Take out your cock. Let me see all of you, please.â
Heâs rubbing himself, and you can see how strained his jeans are, a wet stain now visible in the dark fabric.
Slowly, eyes never leaving your face and looking for any tiny indication that youâre uncomfortable or have changed your mind, he slowly undoes his button and pulls down his zipper.
His languid pace is killing you, but in a good way; you realise he most likely has no idea what this is doing to you.
He rearranges the front of his jeans, opening the fly wide and leaving nothing but a thin layer of checkered cotton covering his member. The tent itâs creating is impressive.
He watches you stare and run your wet tongue over your bottom lip.
Letting out a nervous breath between pursed lips, he pushes one hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, using his thumb and two fingers to hold his cock at the base. Using his other hand he slowly, agonisingly slowly, pulls the fabric out and downwards, gradually exposing his full member to the lights of the room and to you.
You pause your own movements and spend a moment taking it in. Itâs long, with an impressive girth - you briefly wonder whether he knows what heâs packing - and itâs the prettiest shade of pink youâve ever seen. Lengthy, veined, slightly curved, and thick, so thick.
Eddie watches your expression for a moment. Satisfied that youâre not freaked or about to run away screaming, he brings the rest of his fingers to join the others, wrapping himself fully in his fist and squeezing gently, causing a little bead of precum to collect on the tip.
You take in the sight before you for a few moments, then utter, completely honestly, âEddie, in case no oneâs ever told you this, you have a really beautiful dick.â
His face and neck turn the second-prettiest shade of pink youâve ever seen.
âNo oneâs ever told me that before, Princess.â Adding, almost in a whisper, âIn fact, no oneâs ever seen it.â
He chuckles lightly through that last sentence, embarrassed at what heâs just admitted. The ego boost of your comments has clearly given him some confidence though, as he adds with a slight smirk, a little breathy as he runs the pad of his thumb unhurriedly over his tip, âYou, uh, really think so?â
Oh, so he likes me watching him too?
You canât take your eyes off of it.
âI really do, Eddie. Itâs so pretty.â
As if to confirm your statement you resume your hand movements, adding another finger and resuming circling your clit with the other. You notice that Eddieâs started moving too, his hand moving over himself in a deft gripping and twisting motion, his hips bucking up every now and again.
For a few moments neither of you say anything, the only sounds in the room your combined panting breaths and the lewd movements of wet skin.
Your clit is swollen and supremely sensitive, and, pushing in a little further, your fingers just tickle that exquisite spot within you.
You moan as you imagine itâs Eddieâs pretty cock inside you. That heâs leaning over you, thrusting into you, hitting that spot effortlessly. Maybe even talking to you, telling you how good your pussy feels, how well youâre taking himâŚ
Suddenly your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth hangs open, a gutteral moan emerging from your chest as you get closer and closer.
Bringing your attention back to him you mumble, hurriedly,
âJeezus Eddie, Iâm gonna cum, you wanna see me cum?â
âFuck, sweetheart, Iâve never wanted anything more in my entire fucking life.â
Eddieâs words come out in a spluttering rush and on his last word your breathing halts, your muscles lock and you cum, hard, clenching around your fingers and letting out an involuntary strangled scream.
Somewhere in the back of your fuzzy mind you think you hear Eddie let out a loud, âHoly shhhiiiit!â
You come down a little, opening your eyes and locking them with Eddieâs. You ride out your aftershocks, humming as you feel your fingers inside of you and your juices running down them. You eventually remove your fingers from your cunt, leaving its puffy wetness fully on display, and trace them around your lips and clit.
Eddieâs red-faced and panting, his cock still very much standing to attention in his now vice-like grip, the tip an angry red and leaking copious amounts of precum. His eyes are blown dark, the chocolate rims almost completely obscured. His face and neck are flushed and heâs covered in a sheen of sweat, and heâs clenching his jaw, looking like heâs trying desperately not to bust.
âAre you ok over there, Eddie?â
âShit, yeah, yes, I mean, fuck.â
Breathily, you ask him,
âDo you wanna cum?â
âFuck yes, I just, I didnât know whether you wanted me to.â
âOh I do Eddie, I really do. Itâs your turn now. You gonna cum for me? Please, let me see you lose it, show me everything youâve got.â
He breathes out a loud sigh in what seems like relief. You like how good heâs being for you, learning yet more about yourself that you didnât know before.
His fist speeds up as his other hand comes to hold his balls, deftly stroking and rolling the flesh. His brow furrows deeply and his lips clamp shut around a low moan. Heâs staring intently at you, eyes flicking between your face and your still-dripping cunt.
Suddenly his expression turns to one resembling surprise, as his eyebrows lift and his mouth opens, a string of expletives leaving those perfect, plump lips,
His jaw drops as his abdomen contracts, and his eyes fix on your cunt as he jets hot ropes of white cum into the air and over his fist and t-shirt. Thereâs so much, and it seems never ending.
The sight is even better than youâd imagined it might be and your hips buck up into your hand, making you press your fingers into your clit again triggering another aftershock, and you find yourself moaning along with him.
For a few moments thereâs more silence, aside from your panting and heavy breathing.
Eventually Eddie chuckles a little, and you huff a breath out through your nose with a smile on your face.
Youâre both a sweaty, sticky mess, but neither of you care.
âFuck, Eddie, that wasâŚâ Youâre lost for words.
âAmazing? Incredible?â Seeing the grin plastered across Eddieâs face is easily as gratifying as all the other stuff youâve done tonight.
You both giggle as Eddie says, âFuck me, Princess, youâre definitely the best tutor Iâve ever had.â
Neither of you really want to move, but some cleanup is definitely necessary. Eddie takes the blanket from the sofa and throws it in the washer, cleaning up quickly in the bathroom, letting you know when itâs free and returning in a change of clothes, throwing the others in with the blanket.
As you both process whatâs just transpired you share timid glances and half smiles.
You both sit on the sofa again as you start to pack up your notes and books. In another unforeseen realisation, youâre surprised at how much youâve enjoyed Eddieâs company, and the warm feeling you get inside every time he looks at you is entirely unexpected.
You realise youâre gonna have to be the one to say something, and give Eddie a smirk.
âSo, how about next time we do some practical revision on, maybe, male anatomy?â
He looks a little surprised, but certainly not unhappy at the suggestion that there might actually be a ânext timeâ.
âYou really wanna, uh, tutor me again?â
Nodding in the affirmative, you reply, âOh yeah, I think weâve both learned a lot this afternoon.â
Holding his gaze, you suggest,
âSame time next week..?â
A/N 2: Iâve been having thoughts about making this a miniseries, so please let me know if youâd like to see a second âlessonâ đ
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I liked the book. And everyone who is absolutely shitting on the author and this book, the characterization and the plotâŚI donât care if itâs a published book or you disagree or whateverâŚshame on you. SHAME. ON. YOU.
Youâre entitled to your opinion but youâve made people afraid to say they like something. WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT EDDIE WOULD NOT WANT.
Iâll write a review once Iâm home. But Iâm extremely disappointed in this community right now. Making it a hateful place. When weâre already in the fucking gutter.
Bro can tumblr stop showing me a bunch of random anime crap and some dudes from shows Iâve never heard of? I have only ever searched for Eddie Munson, I donât like any other posts or anything like that so what is your deal tumblr?? Just let me read!! I gotta shut my brain off but I canât do that if Iâm scrolling for 30 min just to find something!
đŚ request: dotd: thanksgiving edition: you and eddie have been sent to the basement to bring up more pies before the next batch of guests arrive. you return a few minutes later with 1 apple pie, 1 pecan pie, 2 pumpkin pies... and another kind of pie that you won't be sharing with anyone, if you catch my drift.
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𼧠cw: 18+ only, smut, piv, creampie
Itâs loud.
The hiss of pots simmering on the stove, dings of fine china from the dining room, and Eddie pressed against your back murmuring filth into your ear about the dress youâre wearing and how he canât wait to get back home. Except the day hasnât even really started yet which means heâs winding up for a long one.
His big hand covers yours on the wooden spoon as you stir the pasta, an excuse to be close to you in a house he should feel more inclined to behave in.
âWhy would you wear this today, hm? Trying to drive me crazy,â he remarks through a low chuckle, hand palming the curve of your ass. His lips press a delicate kiss just below your ear and you canât help but arch your back into him.
Regardless of your own transgression, you say, âCanât you behave for one day?"
âNo,â he answers simply, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. âIâll fuck you right on this counter. Right next to the turkey.â You twist his grip off the spoon and tap the wood twice against the pot before laying it down. Youâre smirking something uncontrollable as you turn into him, allowing Eddie to inch forward and cage you against the counter. He smiles down at you, all doe eyes and mischief, leaning in to kiss the corner of your eye. You smile. âStuff you like a turkey,â he amends, your smile turns to a disbelieving frown comically fast.
âIn my motherâs house?â you ask incredulously, hands settling featherlight at his waist. Eddie really would fuck you in your motherâs kitchen â no problem. The only thing stopping him is the fact that sheâs home ⌠along with whatâs about to be twenty more guests any minute.
âGotta give thanks to my pussy, baby. Doesnât matter where I am.â You both lose yourselves for a moment and Eddie slots his knee between yours, pressing his thigh against your core in a way that makes you shudder and twist your fingers into his button down.
Thereâs a clattering in the doorway and, like children, you both break away from each other at top speed. You: quickly returned to mindlessly stirring the pot. Eddie: facing the island where he pretends to dice an onion.
âOh perfect,â your mother says, juggling a pile of serving dishes and silverware. Eddie quickly moves to grab the bread basket before it falls, then dives in without a word to take the weight from her entirely. (The sight makes you soft.) She smiles her thanks and wipes her brow. âWould you two bring the desserts up?â she huffs as she moves to start pulling open all the cupboards. âCan you look for the gravy boat while youâre down there too? I canât seem toâŚâ she trails off, head stuffed into another cabinet.
âYeah, I got it, ma,â you say, reaching out to help Eddie balance the stack of serving plates. âCâmon, baby,â you tap his elbow. âThereâs like four pies down there. Gonna need your hands.â
Eddie trails behind down into the basement, youâre at the bottom of the stairs already when you hear him shut the door at the top. Itâs that very small gesture that makes your belly flip â heâs up to no good.
And up to no good he was.
Itâs only a matter of seconds, really, before Eddie spins you around and hoists you onto the table just beside all the pies youâre meant to be carrying up. He pushes you to lay, miscellaneous baking tools crash to the floor when you flail desperately for purchase.
âEddie, Eddie â slowâ,â he reaches under your dress, ripping your panties down your legs until they hang like a floral printed white flag from your ankle. ââdown.â
âSlow down?â he mocks, folding the skirt of your dress up so he can finally see what heâs most thankful for this Thanksgiving: pretty and glistening even under the dodgy fluorescents. Eddie worships your pussy like it gives him life, leaning down to kiss your clit hello, his warm lips wrap around your little button and it pops salaciously from his mouth making you twitch beneath him. âBaby, Iâm going to make this the quickest fuck of your life.â
âThatâs not the compliment you think it is,â you tease. Eddie snorts a laugh, eyelashes kissing in a big smile as he works his belt and pushes his jeans and boxers past his ass in one go.
His movements are deft and determined, pulling you by your hips to the edge of the table. He tucks his curls behind his ears and looks down between your bodies. With his sleeves already rolled up to his elbows, he brings up the hem of his shirt and tucks it under his chin.
He says, âI never thought I would say this, but please donât squirt. I didnât bring a change of clothes.â
You giggle, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist and pulling him into you, the head of his hardened cock slips through your folds and prods your clit making you twitch again.
âBe worse at sex then,â you quip.
âNo can do,â he sighs, reaching down between your bodies to sink his cock into you. The stretch is always there, your sticky walls wrapping around and clinging to him like cellophane.
The atmosphere changes and youâre no longer interested in teasing him. Your fingers grip the edge of the table as Eddie sets an unforgiving pace, thrusting into you with a fervor that punches embarrassing grunts and moans from your belly that you swear youâre trying to contain.
âSh-sh-sh,â Eddie hushes you, one hand leaving the grip on your hip to caress your cheek, his thumb pulls your bottom lip down and lets it flip back up. âYouâre entire family is six feet above us. Gotta be quiet for me, pretty girl. Jus-just for a couple of minutes.â
The table is rocking with every thrust, a rolling-pin rolls off the table taking a spatula with it.
âJesus fucking Christ, you m-make this shit so easy for me, baby,â he babbles. Eddie hooks his hands under your knees and pries you from his waist in favor of pushing your thighs up and out, thumbs sinking bruisingly into your meat.
With your thighs spread wide Eddieâs fucking into you deeper, the curve of his cock dragging deliciously along the spot that usually makes you squirt, you mewl and when he reaches for your clit you swat his hand away quickly.
âI-if you do that Iâm gonna drench you,â you warn.
âGoddammit,â he grunts. âI guess itâs just me this round, sugar.â
Eddie reels back, slowing down to lean over and kiss you just hard enough to steal your breath the way he always does. When he pulls away he takes a smudge of your lipstick with him, the sight makes you giggle and quickly cup his cheek before heâs too far away.
âWait,â you say softly, reaching for the dish towel you spotted beside you. You delicately wipe over his mouth, absorbing the transferred red gloss and Eddie smiles wide, eyes flicking all over your face because he never knows where he wants to look.
âThank you, baby,â he whispers.
âYouâre welcome, baby,â you say just as quietly.
âIâm gonna fill you up now, okay?â Your bottom lip catches between your teeth and you nod enthusiastically. âAnd youâre gonna keep it there for me so I can have dessert later, right?â
âYes,â you agree, itâs barely audible but Eddieâs ears are the only ones that matter.
Eddie falls back into the same brutal pace and one minute later heâs spilling into you, pulsing, hot seed drenching your walls.
Before he pulls you to sit up, he tucks himself back into his pants and finally takes your panties off of your ankle. He helps you down onto your wobbly feet and gets down onto his knees, holding your underwear for you to step into you.
Eddie finds himself hidden beneath the skirt of your dress as he secures your panties in place for you. Pressing a kiss to your mound from over the cotton, his finger presses against your slit to feel the warmth and dampness of his release struggling to remain inside.
All the pie makes it upstairs without incident.
Your mother hands you a slice of pumpkin pie, offering the next plate to Eddie. He politely declines with a short wave.
âIâm too full right now,â he smiles. âI have pie at home for later.â
You side eye him.
âOh yeah? You should have brought it! What kind?â
ââŚcream,â he tries. Your fingernails dig into his thigh and he hisses.
âYou made it yourself?â your mother continues agonizingly.
âOh, yeah,â he nods fervently. âItâs, uh, my moms recipe.â
Pairings: Eddie Munson x UndiagnosedAutistic!PlusSize!ViolinPlayer!Orchestra!Harrington!Reader (Goddamn thats a lot)
Plot: When Dustins 15th birthday comes up Eddie is set out on a mission to get Steve to help. Unbeknownst to Eddie, Steve has a younger sister, a very strange, very mean sister. There's something about her, he needs to understand how she became to be so different from her brother, so he's set out on his next mission to get the answers to his questions.
Summary: Dustin receives his surprise party and Eddie is getting on you last nerve.
Chapter warnings: Swearing, use of Y/N, (Read series masterlist for storys warnings, tropes and Reader description, dw they're not major just a few)
Wordcount: 3.1k
A/N: I've decided to do short chapters, for some reason ? Whatever, more idk expens? Thats not the word..
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When Monday came around Eddie chanced a glance at you. Heâd spotted you, sat alone at a table near the exit to the busy cafeteria, picking at your food with headphones covering your ears -headphones disturbing the already messy hair atop your head- no doubt connected to a walkman that played classical music, he saw you, for the first time, properly. He was only a few feet away and finally he got to see your face. That frown was still there, resting over your features like a mask, a border for people not to cross, but you didn't look sad or upset in the slightest.Â
With your head down bobbing only slightly to the music he got the opportunity to look at you. If he didnât know you he would never have guessed you played the violin, you definitely didn't look the part, just as heâd thought when he first heard about it. Slightly baggy jeans hugging your thick thighs, rolled up at the cuff to stop you from stepping on the hem with your red dirty Vans, a purple striped t-shirt that was pulled down to cover your round stomach. Heâd never really thought about how someone with your hobbies would look or tend to dress, but as he saw you he felt like you were misplaced in your world of classical sonatas, and ancient methods of creating music, it felt naturally like you would be a very serious person, granted he didn't know you, you may very well be a serious person but he would have thought you dressed smart, proper as if always professional, with your back straight and stiff, not hunched over like you were now.Â
You had only seen him once, and you clearly hadnât bothered to greet him in any way, as he thought back to the interaction you hadnât even spared a glance his way, was it appropriate for him to go say hi? Would you even recognise him? As he pondered over his thoughts, back and forth, considering the possibility that it would be weird, or awkward you tasted a spoonful of the questionable goo on your plate and pulled a face. Just as Eddie decided he would go say hi, maybe ease you into feeling more welcome in the halls of highschool, you pushed your chair back from the table. Dirty vans firm on the linoleum as the chair scraped slightly beneath you. Eddie had barely gotten the chance to lift a finger before he saw you pick up your plate and walk off.Â
He felt slightly deflated at his missed opportunity, there was something about you that was intriguing, whether it was that constant unexplainable frown, your choice of clothing, the fact that you played the violin or was Steve Harringtons sister he didn't know, but there was something about you that made him want to understand why you were the way you were, but alas he missed his opportunity.Â
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It was obvious you stayed out of everyone's way and kept to the standard of being invisible when he didn't see you again till Wednesday afternoon. He was currently making his way to fourth period, with time to spare he moasied down the hall to the other side of the building. He laid eyes on you again, rooting through what he assumed was your locker, similar clothing hung over your figure as a charcoal gray, distressed messenger bag clung to your shoulder.Â
This was his chance, his chance to introduce himself and get an insight to how you were as a person, so he took it. He stopped near you, sidestepping to avoid bashing into a group of cheerleaders he arrived at your locker. He wasn't sure what to do or say so he opted for standing next to you, awaiting your acknowledgement of him in your vicinity. Nervousness bubbled up in his throat as he stood awkwardly, waiting, and waiting. You, however, paid him no mind to him whatsoever, pulling out a textbook and slipping it into your bag. Finally, after what felt like forever, you closed your locker and stood up straight. You looked at him, he looked at you, you said nothing. He felt a sense of unease as you stared up at him, not budging in your set features depicting a frown.Â
âHiâ he shyly opened up the conversation. He had expected you to greet him back, but no such luck, all you did was raise your eyebrows at him, as if he'd said something extremely stupid. âUh.. Iâm Eddieâ Steve was right, you were fucking unapproachable.Â
âI didnât askâ your stare was unwavering, pinning him to the ground, despite him being 6 feet and 5 inches tall and you only at 5 feet 7 inches he felt intimidated, as if you had all the power, in a relationship that wasn't even there.Â
âOh, ha haâ he chuckled nervously âUmâ he wasn't sure how to answer that âWell uh, we briefly met at Steveâs, I was in his kitchen when you came home, on FridayâÂ
âSo?â still your piercing glare felt like it was staring into his soul. âWell I uh, Ijust wanted to say hiâ he explained. âListen man-â man? he had never once heard a girl refer to him that way in slang, granted, he only knew a few â- Iâm really not interested in getting to know any of Steve's loser friendsâ you spoke.Â
âIâm not a friend of Steveâsâ for some reason he felt slightly insulted that you would ever be under that impression, that, he, Eddie Munson who was the way he was, dressed the way he dressed and did the things he did would be friends with Steve âThe Hairâ Harrington. âYeah, well makes no difference, I don't want to get to know you either wayâ before Eddie had even the slightest chance to respond to that, you spun around and walked off, down the corridor and out of sight.Â
Eddie had experience with people who didn't want to talk to him, he was hated by more people than not but they were boring, basic people, you were far from that, a freak if he were to go by this town's standards, and he didn't even do anything to you! He was perfectly polite, a little nervous, ok a lot nervous but still polite!
No wonder you didn't have friends if that's how you acted everytime someone even spoke a word to you.
Despite all this, being extremely annoyed at your rude way of speaking to him he was still fucking intrested in getting to know you! And he wouldn't let down, he had to befriend you and understand what can create such a strange person, he needed to understand.Â
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Friday night September the 6th was the evening of Dustin's surprise party, which had been decided to be held at Steve's house, a fact that was in advantage for Eddie, he had hoped anyway. He hadn't expected to see you around them but he thought you might be nearby.Â
He sauntered in behind Mike and Lucas around 6 pm to set up for the people arriving 15 minutes before Dustin whose Mom was dropping him off for 7. Carrying bags of party supplies and various snacks which they all dumped in the living room. âSo your sister around?â Eddie tried to ask casually, his arms crossed and leaning against the wall next to Steve, both watching Mike and Lucas begin to unpack all the items. Steve scoffed âWhy you got the hots for her?â he joked dryly. âHaving met her only once I can safely tell you, no I do not, however I am wanting to know so I know what to expect for the eveningâ he gave a wicked grin referring to your fight the previous Sunday.Â
Steve pulled an unamused face âIf you must know Munson, she is not around at the moment to grace us with her presence.âÂ
âMm, where is she?â Eddie asked, his plan wouldnât work if you weren't even around for him to try to talk to you. âWhy do you care?â Steve stood straight, turning towards Eddie to assess his face. âI don't care.â he shrugged and walked over to help the boys. Even though all he was trying to do was become your friend he still felt as if telling Steve would be some sort of betrayal, even if he didn't like Steve they had gotten to speaking terms the past week.Â
The clock showed 7:15, they had surprised Dustin, all wished him a happy birthday and were now in the middle of snacking and chatting to everyone, hearing Dustin tell them all the things he had received for his birthday so far while simultaneously eyeing the table of gifts to his left. From his seat on the couch he saw you step in through the front door and toe your shoes off. Since you'd come home in the middle of it it felt obvious you would say a curt hello or even just look into the room where almost ten people sat but no such luck, you walked straight past the entrance to the living room and up the stairs, so quiet Eddie wondered if he had been the only one to notice your arrival.Â
âOk, presents!â Steve smiled. He had been very clear with the fact that he didn't want to be around Eddie or plan Dustin's party but now that he was here and Dustin was grinning from ear to ear, over the moon that his friends hadn't forgotten his birthday and that they were all here now Steve couldn't help but beam like a proud mama hen.Â
Dustin ripped the delicate wrapping paper and squealed in delight with every single gift he opened. âWhoâs this from?â he asked as he held up a box with no note or card in sight. âOh yea, that oneâs from Y/Nâ Steve smiled. You were an asshole, and refused to be anywhere near the party, yet you were still a softie, getting a gift for the kid who somehow had managed to get you to talk to him.Â
He had never heard of you before, he had never once heard Dustin mention you, you completely ignored everyone in school including Dustin, just as you had ignored the party and gone straight up to your room and yet, you had gotten him a gift. A gift which it seemed you hadn't even planned on taking credit for, or being around to say your welcome when Dustin thanked you, just as he had the others. Why were you giving him a gift? Did you even know him? You must have, people donât give gifts to people they don't know, and seeing as it was you he felt sure you definitely wouldn't do that.Â
âHOLY SHIT!â Dustin almost screamed when he opened the box, he pulled something out of dark sparkly tissue paper to show the group. In his hand he held an extremely detailed figurine of Conan from the comic The Savage Sword of Conan, it must have cost you a shit tonne of money because it sure as hell wasn't some ordinary figurine you could buy for 20 bucks in the comic book shop. Yet you were not here to give him the gift??
Things became calmer after the giftopening, everyone got comfortable on the two couches, beanbags and arm chairs to watch Dustin's guilty pleasure The Goonies, all snacking on chips and candy, staring at the large screen. Robin, who Eddie barely knew, apparently felt comfortable enough to spread out on Steve's couch, resting her feet on Eddie's thighs while a bowl of popcorn rested on her abdomen. Eddie was quite frankly shocked at the action but was told by Steve that that was simply Robin, comfortable and friendly with everyone, so he paid her no mind as she got comfortable.Â
He felt enough time had passed that he had both mustered up the courage to kick his plan into action, but also excuse himself from the room with viable reasoning. He pushed off the couch, removing Robinâs legs and placing them on the plush leather he had recently occupied. âWhere you going?â she whispered at the disturbance, âTake a pissâ he explained as he stepped over Mikes gangly legs slouching off the laZboy. During his last visit to the Harrington house he had used the toilet, and knew exactly where to go. Walking past the kitchen he opened the door to the bathroom, and closed it. Not stepping inside, he had told Robin he was going to the bathroom, so she and anyone else who overheard had to be under the impression he was actually on the toilet.Â
He proceeded to tiptoe across the fluffy worn down carpet in his socked feet, stepping as lightly as he could as to not alert anyone of his whereabouts. He tread with extreme caution up the stairs, making careful work of not making any of the floorboards creak, as he got to the landing he realized he had no idea where he was going. He looked around, scanning the hallway, eyes breezing past bookshelves, family photos, lamps and a cute looking rocking chair, pushed up in a corner, a dim lamp shedding light on the green fabric. All doors were slightly ajar except for one, he took his chance. Treading down the oak wood floors to what must be your bedroom, before he arrived however a collection of pictures caught his attention. There were a rare few family photos, mostly from yourâs and Steve's youth, some scenery and an awful lot of pictures of Steve. Steve holding his diploma, Steve looking disgruntled at the desk in Family Video, Steve mid air throwing a basketball into a hoop, Steve with a trofĂŠ, but not a single one of you. Had it not been for those family photos it would have looked as if you never existed, didn't live there, wasn't the daughter of Charles and Sharon Harrington. Before he had time to think about it though he was stood outside the closed door. White painted fir wood acting as a heavy metal wall with the anxiousness Eddie felt. He couldn't explain it, but sneaking around Steve's house to discreetly talk to you had him on edge. He took a deep breath, shook his shoulders out and clenched his hands. Thick finger wrapped around the doorknob and turned it, his hip pushing the heavy metal open.Â
You sat with your back to the headboard, slim headphones connected to a walkman that laid haphazardly on the comforter, threatening to fall off and thud onto the floor, various cassette tapes littered around it. A book in your hands, immersed in a world of fictional characters in riveting battle, feet planted firmly on the bed to keep your book resting on your knees. Black t-shirt draped over your torso, covering the waistband of a baggy pair of black sweatpants.Â
You looked up, annoyed, a look which quickly turned into confusion as you were met with the sight of your brother's stupid friend and not his own face. You quickly put your book aside, pulling your headphones off. Your music was very loud, Eddie wondered how you hadn't blasted your eardrums off as he heard the familiar melody of Hounddog playing softly through the room. âWho are you?â you frowned, scooting back on the bed to sit up straight. Eddie chuckled a scoff, really? âUh Iâm Eddie, weâve met?â the statement came out as more of a question to rejog your memory. âOkeeeyâ you began, talking to Eddie as if he'd said something stupid only you knew was stupid âWhy are you in my room?â you asked, seemingly annoyed with him.Â
Eddie took the chance to close the door behind him as he explained âThought this was the bathroomâ. He took a second to admire your room. Posters of Elvis Presley, Ray charles, Frank Sinatra, various composers and other musical artists hung on every square inch of you walls, a white desk pushed against your only window, littered with various pencils, papers and books, shelves holding a large amount of books as well as action figures and a collection of odd objects. As he continued looking around he noticed a black metal stand for music sheets, papers layered on the shelf, some close to falling over and floating to the gray carpet, a violin case, next to it multiple different violins hanging from stands on the wall.Â
âYeah well the bathroom is down the hall, so leave pleaseâ you rolled your eyes. Eddie ignored your request, avoiding it with a âCool roomâ, the frown permanently based on your face deepened âYou like Elvis?â he smirked slightly, it was very obvious you did, his face stuck out like a sore thumb compared to all the other posters. âGet outâ you stated, becoming very annoyed. No one, not a single living soul other than close family had been in your room, you never had anyone in your room, and you didn't want anyone in your room, so the fact that this guy had just waltzed in as if it was his god given right really pissed you off.Â
âDonât worry, I just wannaâ know what it's like to be Steve Harringtonâs sisterâ he widened his eyes at you when he said your brother's name before going back to being in awe of your room. âFucking unbarable, now get the fuck outâ you were getting mad now. Eddie chuckled âYeah I can imagineâÂ
âOkeyâ you pushed yourself off the soft mattress, feet thumping to the floor as you walked over to the man âthat's enoughâ you put your hands on his shoulders and spun him around, forcing him to walk back to your door âGet out nowâ you pushed him through the doorframe and promptly shut the door in his face.Â
Despite being kicked out, it was as if time stopped when your fingers grasped onto his shoulders. He didn't even get the chance to fight you on the matter, all he could think about was how you were touching him, how your soft violinist hands grasped onto him so tightly and ordered his body around. It was so extremely strange to think about as he stood awestruck with his face mere inches away from the wood of your door, that you had touched him. What was even stranger was the tingling feeling that seemed to spread from those same shoulders down to his chest, giving him a warming but harsh hug. He frowned at the feeling, that was new, and it was weird. He frowned and shook it off, heâd get you to talk to him eventually and made his way back down the stairs to finish the rest of the movie.
