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Gentle With Me Pt. 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Virgin!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

PART 1 HERE

Summary: Unable to stop thinking about their night together, Eddie asks reader back to his trailer for round two. They use the cuffs *cough cough*

Warnings: NSFW, soft domination, spit kink, rough and gentle sex, handcuff play, praise kink, death by bees (they're watching a horror movie lol), vaginal penetration, safe sex, fluff and smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), he talks you through it, constant checking in, aftercare

Word Count:  7,221

"Library. 1:15"

You read the hastily scribbled note over and over, as if you didn't already have it committed to memory, the letters and digits becoming one with your personal DNA sequence.

The pesky thing had tumbled from your locker not even 15 minutes ago and yet you were already buzzing off the walls, checking any clock you could find. How exactly you were going to wait an entire hour and half you didn't know.

You can't help the wry smile on your face as you imagine Eddie writing the thing, relishing in the drama of it all. He must have felt oh so clever for hearkening back to the intimidating note you had left for him just a week ago. His own little, harmless payback. He probably gave himself a pat on the back after slipping it in your locker, the mental image making you snort. Your sudden outburst in the quiet class causes your immediate seat mates to give you questionable looks. You mouth "sorry" and duck your head, cheeks ablaze. You start doodling in the margins, anything to pass the time while the teacher lectures. Black inky bats fly and screech off of the paper, and it takes you a minute to realize just what you were drawing. Oh brother.

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Deja vu didn't quite cover the feeling you had as you sat by yourself in the deserted library, your watch reading 1:18. Everyone else had the good sense to go to lunch, leaving you and the librarian in an awkward stand off as she watched you from the front desk. You tried pretending to catch up on some homework, but you could feel her eyes on you even with your head down. You check your watch again, 1:20. Come on Munson, where are you?

You get up to wander the aisles. You run your fingers along book spines until you reach the back corner of the room, just far away enough and shielded by several tall stacks so that you could breathe. Facing the corner shelves, you close your eyes and slowly exhale, willing your heart to stop pounding in your ears. Just when you were finding some semblance of inner peace, a large hand shoots out from behind and covers your mouth, pulling you back until you hit something solid and warm.

The shock makes you cry out a muffled and pathetic squeak before your assailant lets go of your mouth and turns you to face him. Eddie Munson stands lording over you, that shit eating grin spreading wide and proud. "Sorry I'm late, sweetheart" he whispers, tilting his head to the side in an angelic display of innocence. He has his arms wrapped around your waist, and gently sways the both of you from side to side.

You smack his chest before drawing your arms up around his neck. "You're lucky I didn't scream, you jerk" you playfully tug on the curls at the back of his head. His smile turns mischievous as he leans down right in your face "You're right. I'm a goddamn delinquent, a nooo good, rotten scoundrel. What punishment, oh fair Y/N, could befit a ruffian such as myself, hm?" his voice is gravely as he toys with you. He squeezes you tighter and tighter, shaking his hair so it tickles your nose and cheeks, you can't contain your giggles anymore as your joy bubbles over. "Shut up" you whisper harshly as you stand up on your toes to kiss him. He drops the act as soon as your lips touch, enveloping you and lifting you up off the carpeted flooring. He had been hoping the return to school wouldn't change anything, that it hadn't been just a transactional one night fling for you. He had been dreaming about you every night, counting down the hours till he got to see your pretty face on Monday.

You sway and embrace for a minute before you hear the librarian clear her throat up at the front, causing you both to break away. She must have X-Ray fucking vision. The return of oxygen makes the gears in your head start to properly churn again, charging up a few brain cells to working power. "So uh, you summoned me?" you ask, chuckling. Eddie looks a little lost, still under your spell, before he remembers where y'all were. He turns bashful right before your very eyes. "Right, yeah. I just wanted to uh...check on you. Make sure you were okay? I wanted to call you after but I uh...didn't want your folks... well... you know." he shrugs, smile softening. You can tell he's a little frazzled, he must have been stewing over this ever since he dropped you off Saturday morning. His sincerity is so endearing, you wish he was small enough so you could scoop him up and never let go.

"I'm great!" you exclaim, not wanting him to doubt for a single second that last Friday wasn't every bit the dream you had wished for. "I mean, I'm a little sore here and there..." you watch as his brows knit together, already internally beating himself up, "but its nice, its a nice reminder of you..." you stare up into his big, brown eyes, praying that just a morsel of what you were trying to convey got through.

His brows unfurl and shoot straight up, hiding under his fringe. There's a beat before that charming, overly confident smile returns to his lips and he's holding you tighter than ever against him. "What am I gonna do with you, huh?" he whispers darkly as he leans in to nip at your neck, but just as his lips brush your skin, the untimely bell rings.

Eddie dramatically groans and goes limp in your arms, dropping his head on your shoulder. You struggle to hold his weight up, causing you to giggle. He lets you both wobble until you're on the verge of collapse before he snaps to and grips you by the arms, his hands rigid like a statue. "You wanna come over this Friday?" he asks, eyes darting back and forth between yours.

"Yes!" you don't even have to think about it, its instinct at this point. "Good..." he nods thoughtfully, still staring deep into your eyes, his mind somewhere else "....Good" he tilts his head to the side, eyes and smile widening in emphasis. You chuckle at each other "Now, if you'll excuse me? I have a test to pass by the skin of my teeth." he jokes, as if you're the one holding him up. He gives you a swift kiss on the forehead before vanishing out of the library.

The late bell rings as you quickly gather your abandoned belongings from the study table. As you pass the librarian, she gives you a knowing look and winks. Your eyes bulge and you smile at her meekly, cheeks on fire as you scurry out the door.

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It was pouring down as you hopped into the passenger seat of Eddie's van, slamming the door shut as a cold shiver runs down your back. Not exactly how you pictured your Friday getaway, but the smile and wink Eddie greets you with as he buckles himself in warms you better than any radiator. After all, a cold, miserable night like this just means you'll have to cuddle up extra tight.

Eddie fumbles with a few cassette tapes, allowing the parking lot to empty a bit. Although you felt very comfortable in the silence, the rhythm of the wiper blades lulling you into tranquility, you just wanted to hear his voice after a long week. "What are you looking for?" you ask, laying your head back on the headrest.

He's got a tape wedged in his mouth as he shuffles through a stack in his hands, all he can muffle out is "ull sehee". You chuckle at the sound "I'm sorry, what?" you ask again, already feeling giddy just being in his presence. He turns his head and spits the tape out with impressive force. You see it hurtling through the air before disappearing somewhere in the back with a clatter, you bring your hand up over your mouth to stifle your laughter. "You'll see...I wanna play something for you..." he repeats himself, very focused on his task. "Fuck I know he left it in here somewhere..." he mumbles to himself. You smile thoughtfully as you watch him continue his search, not in any particular hurry.

"Ah! Gotcha!" he exclaims as he holds up a busted looking tape. You can't make out the label, its all smudged and dingy. He pushes the tape into the console and looks at you in anticipation. The familiar opening bass clues you in before Robert Plant's voice begins steaming up the van. The song was Dazed and Confused by Led Zeppelin. You can't help but slowly bob your head to the guitar, after all it was one of your favorite songs from one of your favorite bands. "I? How did you-" but he doesn't even give you time to begin your little interrogation.

"You're always wearing that Zeppelin shirt," he shrugs, "and despite what my grade point average will tell ya, I was able to put two and two together" he smirks as he puts the car in gear and begins pulling out of the space. He cranes his neck to look out the back windows, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in deep concentration. He stretches one arm out and grabs the back of your seat to prop himself up while he steers with the other hand. You feel a flutter in your tummy as you notice the thick rope of muscle popping from his neck. You have to fight every urge to lean over and lick it. Relax...you have all night for that.

"Anyway," his voice shakes you back to reality, "just thought you might like this more than my 'devil music" deepening his voice at the end, trying to make you laugh. Once he's cleared the space, he twists back to face forwards and shifts gears, shooting you a dazzling smile. You shake your head, still amazed that he even noticed your wardrobe staples, much less you. Unable to conjure the words to thank him properly for this sweet gesture, you settle for playfully nudging him with your elbow before turning your head to watch the landscape sprint by. You fall back into a comfortable silence, until the lyrics of the song disturb your peace.

....Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been

Gonna love you, baby, here I come again...

Oh. You squirm a little in your seat, staring real hard at the flashes of watery green and gray as they whip past the window. Eddie glances over at you and notices you've tensed. The next verse perks his ears.

...Don't know where you're going, only know just where you've been

Sweet little baby, I want you again...

He smirks, realizing whats setting you off. And just because he loves to watch you squirm, he turns the volume all the way up before placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing. His rings stare up at you, mocking your struggle. There's that tickle again...

You swallow hard, not daring to look at him as you feel your face turn molten. Eddie oh so slowly moves his fingers down to your inner thigh, pressing firmly into you. You straighten up a bit, trying hard to hide your smile.

Eddie glances back at you with a devious look, "Everything okay?" Robert Plant's moans fill the car, like he's getting the best head of his life. Oh for fuck sake, give me break! "Yeah..." your answer is breathy, weak. He had you right where he wanted you, you might as well give it up. He begins squeezing to the rhythm of Plant's moans, his pinky dangerously close to your center. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to be swept away by the music and Eddie's touch. If you weren't certain you were buckled into your seat, you would've sworn you were plunging down a rabbit hole with no end in sight.

The sudden stop of the car forces you to snap your eyes open in panic, only to find that you had arrived at his trailer. Eddie unbuckles and turns the engine off in one smooth motion before leaning over to pull you into a deep and fervent kiss. It takes the little breath you had left away. The sound of heavy rain pelting the metal over your heads makes you feel right at home as the taste of cigarettes floods your senses. He breaks away, lips turning a strawberry red, still holding your face in his hands "Come on.... Sweet little baby" he adds with a chuckle at the end.

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The mad dash from the car to the trailer left you both soaking wet. You were a shivering mess walking down the hall, he had run to his room to ramp up the space heater. "Jesus H Christ" you hear him muttering under his breath as he strips down to his boxers. Your teeth are chattering as you enter the room, arms folded tightly in a desperate attempt to conserve heat. He turns to welcome you, but before he can deliver his usual apology for how messy his room is, he notices your body violently shaking and your hair dripping down your face. "Oh, sweet thing..." he murmurs, throwing his shirt to the floor and running over to you. "Come here...I gotcha" he wraps you up in his arms and begins removing your soaked shirt and pants. You notice he doesn't look at your body as he performs this little surgery. Knowing he's trying to be good makes your heart somersault.

He drapes a blanket over your trembling shoulders and leaves you standing in your bra and undies in front of the space heater for a second while he dashes to the bathroom to grab a towel. When he returns, he sits in the middle of the bed. He pats the space in front of him, gesturing for you to come and sit. You crawl up onto the bed, sitting crisscross in front of him.

He gently towel drys your hair, massaging your scalp as he goes. Your tremors slowly fade as you let him pamper you. "Better?" he asks after a bit. "Mmhm" you hum, your hand slipping out from under the blanket to play with the curly hairs on his leg. He chuckles softly, relieved that you won't be dying of hypothermia anytime soon. "You like Chinese food?" he asks, giving your hair one last playful tousle before dabbing at the raindrops he missed around your face.

"Love it!" you beam. "Great!" He takes the towel and roughly jostles his hair, reminding you of a wet dog. When he tosses the towel aside, his hair has puffed out to about twice its original size, curls and frizz shooting out haphazardly in every direction. You giggle at the sight, and Eddie's brows furrow in faux concern. "What? Something wrong with my hair?" he jokes as he fingers through the brown waves, only slightly taming the beast. You giggle at each other for a minute before Eddie jumps up "Alright! Sit tight..." he commands, pointing his finger at you. He leans down and whispers in your ear "I'll be right back" before kissing your cheek and walking out the door.

As you settle down into his pillows, wrapping the blanket tighter around your body, you listen intently as Eddie orders over the phone somewhere down the hall. You let your eyes wander around the room, noticing all the little changes since you were here last. There are more cigarette butts in the ashtray, threatening to spill over any second. You wonder if he had just not bothered to empty it, or if nerves had caused him to smoke more than usual. You continue your little game of I Spy until you reach the infamous hook, although it was missing a key artifact. The cuffs must still be in one of his drawers. You can't help yourself, you just have to check.

You scooch off the bed and hike the blanket up so you could walk uninhibited. You peek out the door, seeing the back of Eddie's head bob as he lists off items over the phone. You tiptoe to his dresser, but your memory is foggy as you try to conjure up which one he tossed them into. You go for the closest one to the hook, wrapping your fingers under the handle and slowly starting to pull. You see a glint of silver wink at you, coaxing you to set the object free. You open the drawer a smidge more and slip your hand in, gripping the cool metal and swiftly taking it out, concealing it in the folds of your blanket. You glide the drawer shut and practically dive back into the bed as you hear Eddie wrapping up his call. You don't have long to come up with a plan, but you do get a sudden, tempting idea.

"Should be about 15 minut-" he begins before stopping in his tracks at the sight of you. You're sitting on the edge of the bed, blanket long gone, legs crossed, spinning the cuffs around your finger. "Now Eddie...remind me..." you stop spinning the cuffs in favor of dangling them out in front of him "where do these go again?" you coo as you tilt your head, playing dumb.

Eddie's mouth hangs slightly open, not quite able to take in what he's seeing. Getting a grip, his lips slowly turn into a sly smile. He calmly walks towards you, shaking his head and tsking his tongue. "First pre-marital sex, now thieving?" he takes the cuffs from your hand and uses the rounded edge to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look deep into his brown eyes before he continues "What's become of today's youth, hm?"

You can't help but curl your toes, wanting more than anything for him to just take you right here and now. Gentle or not, you didn't care, so long as he was on you. Somehow, you keep it together enough to confidently swipe the cuffs away from your chin and get up on your knees before him. You look up at him through thick lashes, "All I'm asking for is a little tutorial..." you draw your finger down the center of his chest, reaching the band of his boxers and hooking a finger into them, "is that so bad? A little...personal attention?" you ask innocently.

Eddie's brain was frying, unable to think past your touch and the way you were looking at him. He thought you had been joking last time about wanting to use the cuffs, even though he had been dreaming of little else since. He never expected you to really be into it, but he silently thanked the Gods above that you were. He decides to give you just a taste of what you're begging for, sure that you don't have a clue what you're getting yourself into.

He tosses the cuffs onto the dresser and pushes you down onto the mattress, firm and fast enough to startle you. Before you can even react, he pins your arms above your head, the rest of his body trapping you between him and the mattress. "This what you want?" his voice is calm and collected, completely in control. You smile up at him, tantalized by this side of Eddie. "Don't smile at me, you little thief." He easily holds your wrists above you with one hand, bringing the other down to squeeze your cheeks between his fingers. "Think your pretty little face is gonna get you out of this?" his eyes are hard, almost black like a shark. You're transfixed, a feeble mouse caught in the serpent's hypnotic gaze. You feel your heart in your throat, electricity running down your body, a deep and needy throb between your legs. You manage to whimper through his grip "Eddie...please...". Eddie smirks down at you, a dark and playful glint in his eye "Now you wanna be a good girl? Alright..." he releases your cheeks and brings his hand down to your underwear, drawing small circles over your clit. "...be a good girl for me." he murmurs as he watches you in awe. You were already glowing, mewing at every stroke.

When he feels your slick through the fabric, he pulls your panties to the side and easily slips his finger in all the way, feverishly thrusting in and out while his thumb tends to your swollen clit. Its much more rough than last time, his movements greedy with want. You feel light headed, like your body might levitate at any moment. "You wanna cum, princess?" he asks crudely. You nod pathetically, unable to produce words. Eddie slows his pace as punishment, barely touching you now. "Say it." he commands. "Yes yes yes please...I'll be good...promise... just please don't...stop" you babble incoherently, straining yourself against the iron grip he had on your wrists. You were so close, too close, you felt the world might shatter around you if you didn't cum this very instant.

He chuckles at you, unable to keep the act up any longer "Just cum for me, sweetheart. That's all I want..." he says, that playful, soft tone of his returning as he jams his finger back into your soft folds, mercilessly pumping your sweet spot until he felt your pussy tighten around him. "That's it...good girl" he murmurs as you unravel under him, shaking through your aftershocks.

He pulls his finger out and presses it to your lower lip, this time offering you the first taste. You look up into his eyes as you take his finger into your mouth, swirling around him with your tongue. You suck until he takes his finger back and licks the remaining juices off himself, pulling out of his mouth with a loud POP! His smile is obscene.

He releases your wrists and brings your arms gently down to rest on your stomach. He leans down to pepper the insides of your wrists with kisses, a small apology for his barbaric treatment of them. As he does so, he looks up at you through dark lashes, brows knit together. "Too rough?" he asks, worried he may have gone too far. You answer by pulling him up into a frenzied kiss, rolling him over so you could straddle him. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and he cups the back of your head, tangling his fingers through your still damp hair. After a minute, you break away to breathe, sitting up on his lap. "Can we do that again?" you ask between panting, sheer glee brightening your face.

He beams up at you, knowing full well he would do anything you asked of him. Before he can answer, you both are startled by a loud knock at the front door. "Fuck they're fast" Eddie pants as he wiggles out from under you. He quickly pulls on some pants and a shirt before spinning around and hoisting you up off the bed and into his arms with a low growl, wrapping you in a big bear hug. You tighten your legs around his waist, though you know he would never drop you, nuzzling your face into his neck. He whispers into your ear "We've got all night, remember?". You smile into his skin, a bubbly giggle escaping your lips. The knock at the door returns with more urgency. Eddie sighs and gently lets you down onto the bed "Alright, alright!" he yells as he makes his way down the hall "I'm coming for fuck sake".

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After you had eaten your combined weight in fried rice, it was time for the entertainment portion of the evening. Though, it had already been pretty fucking entertaining in your book. You had brought over one of your favorite slasher movies, thinking Eddie would get a kick out of it.

Eddie slides the tape into the slot and presses a few buttons before turning around, clearing his throat like he has an important announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he addresses the non-existent audience "I present tonight's feature film...Sleepaway Camp" he reveals the cover of the VHS box like it was a work of art. You giggle manically on the bed, he's such a dork. "Tonight's entertainment was made possible by the charitable donation of Miss Y/F/N. Can we please have a round of applause for the beautiful Miss Y/L/N?" he bows to you before snapping back up and clapping like a mad man, making fake cheering noises as he goes. You cackle and bow to your adoring, invisible fans. Eddie stops clapping and raises his hands up as if the crowd has gone too wild "Alright, alright settle down people...and no flash photography, please." You could watch him do this all night. He clears his throat again and flips the box over to give a dramatic reading of the plot.

"After a terrible boating accident killed her family, shy Angela Baker went to live with her eccentric Aunt Martha and cousin Ricky. This summer, Martha decides to send them both to Camp Arawak, a place to enjoy the great. out. doors...." he pauses for dramatic effect, you roll your eyes and snort. "Shortly after their arrival, a series of bizaaaarre and violent accidents begin to claim the lives of various campers." He suddenly jumps up onto the bed, making you yelp. He raises his voice, really hamming it up "Has a DARK SECRET returned from the camp’s past…or will an UNSPEAKABLE horror end the Summer season for all!? Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you... Sleepaway Camp!" he exclaims as he flings the box across the room and drops to the mattress below, making you bounce up and down. "Marvelous introduction, darling" you tease him with a fake posh accent. He smirks at you, jabbing your ribs with his finger causing you to double over. "You love it" he claims smugly, shaking his head in your face for added effect.

About half way through the movie, which you had spent most of laughing and trying to scare each other, Eddie gets up for a smoke. He'd usually just open a window, but in an effort to be a courteous and welcoming host he goes outside. "I'll be 5 minutes, tops." he promises, kissing the top of your head before snagging his cigs and lighter and heading for the front door. You here the screen door slap shut, and just like that you were alone in the trailer.

He had paused the movie just as some poor camper was getting attacked by bees, his entire face covered with them. The image makes your skin crawl, and you snuggle down further under the blankets to avoid looking at it. You look around the room for a distraction, only to see the scene reflected back at you in the mirror. The rain outside picks up, the wind causing the trailer to groan. Just like in the movies, a bolt of lightning makes the dark room glow an eerie white before a crash of thunder follows. You weren't usually one to be scared of a little thunder, but something had your nerves going wild. Surely its been 5 minutes.

You bite at your nails, waiting in silence for a few more minutes before another crack of thunder makes you jump. You shoot up in the bed, tired of waiting. "EDDIE?" you call out, but you're only met with more silence. He probably can't hear me over the rain. You look down the hall, an endless void of pitch black. Don't be a baby, just get up and go get him. One more glance down the hall makes you think twice. You try calling out one last time, a little louder...still nothing. You groan, knowing what you have to do.

You get up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, as good a shield as any. You step one foot into the jet black hallway, chills running down your spine. You breathe in one last time before sprinting to the front door. You practically rip it off its hinges as you stick your head out into the cold night. "Edd-" but he's not there. You turn to look the other way, the porch completely empty. You squint to see if maybe he chose to smoke in the van, but the rain makes it impossible to see clearly. You feel your stomach drop somewhere near your ankles as you turn around to head back into the cavernous trailer. However, fear quickly gives way to annoyance as you pat the walls for the light switch. "Real cute, Munson. Reeaal cute." you call out, now onto his little game. Your fingers finally trip over a switch and you flick it up, the overhead light blinding you as it comes on.

The light illuminates the front room, kitchen, and most of the hallway. You quickly check off easy hiding spots like under the table and behind the sofa. Front room: clear. "Come on, Eddie...don't you wanna finish the movie?" you offer as you move into the kitchen, desperately opening cabinets you know he'd be too big to fit in anyway. Shit. Kitchen: clear. That just leaves the bathroom and his uncle's room down the hall. You get a bad feeling, like you're being watched. You make a last ditch effort to persuade him into surrendering. "Okay, forget the movie! If you come out, you can teach me how to give a blowjob...how does that sound??" you hope against hope, silence once again mocking your attempts.

You groan and curse under your breath as you slowly make your way down the hall. Both doors were shut, you had to choose which one to open...which honestly was not gonna happen. Fuck this, man. "Eddie I'm gonna kill you for thi-" but before you could finish your threat, the bathroom door flings open and Eddie jumps out, grabs you by the waist and tosses you, kicking and screaming, over his shoulder. The blanket is lost somewhere in the skirmish, leaving you defenseless in your bra and panties. He's manically laughing and growling as he hauls you to the bedroom, you begin beating your fists against his back, giggling and squealing as he carries you. "Put me down!" you yell, but Eddie only smacks your ass hard in response. You yelp and giggle as the flash of pain sears your flesh. Instead of the bed, where you thought you'd end up, Eddie drops you against the wall next to the dresser.

"What are you-" but he firmly grabs your throat and pushes you into the wall. "The only thing I wanna hear outta your pretty little mouth is 'yes sir', 'no sir' or 'stop', got it?" his voice is calm and collected, he looks deep into your eyes as he brings his thumb up to brush against your lower lip. "Yes, sir" you breathe out, over the moon that he wants to play rough. He smiles and winks, "That's my girl" he praises before grabbing the cuffs off the top of the dresser. "Hold out your hands for me, sweetheart" he commands. You do so eagerly, offering them wrist up, taking the opportunity to slightly squeeze your breasts together between your arms.

Eddie ogles you for a moment before remembering his task. He begins latching the cuffs over your wrists "Now, this may pinch, just say 'stop' if it's too much...at any point" he adds, lifting an eyebrow at you to make sure you're understanding him. You nod eagerly, forgetting you're allowed to speak "I mean- Yes, sir!" you bring your cuffed hand up to give him a salute, loving every bit of this little game. He rolls his eyes at you and chuckles before yanking your hands up by the chain and stringing you up on the hook above. Your feet are mostly still touching the ground except for your heels. Eddie looks you up and down, your body stretched out just for him. He steps closer, admiring how your hair falls along your cheeks and how you bite your lip in anticipation of his touch. He runs his hands along your curves, before reaching behind you and unhooking your bra, letting it fall to the ground below. He buries his head in your chest, kissing and biting at your soft skin. You instinctively pull your hands down, desperately wanting to run your fingers through his hair as you moan, but the cuffs snap you back. Its a not-so-gentle reminder that you're not going anywhere, not without his permission.

"Fuck" you mutter under your breath, as Eddie gets down on his knees, kissing and lapping at your ribs and stomach as he goes. He delicately curls his fingers under the waistband of your panties on either side of your hips before ripping them down your legs, your pussy perfectly aligned with his face. Eddie nips at your inner thighs as he slowly brings one of your legs up and over his shoulder, repeating the process with your other leg. He looks up at you through dark lashes and fringe, "Be still for me, beautiful". No longer grounded, your wrists begin tugging at the cuffs. You groan a little before answering him in a pant "Yes, sir". Its a digging pain, but you happily ignore it as Eddie licks a steady stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit, loving that he could already taste your essence. You shutter and your head falls back, hitting the wall with a BANG, but you don't care. You just want Eddie to split you in two and then kiss you all better. Not giving you even a moment to prepare yourself, Eddie goes to work tongue fucking you, digging his nails into your thighs as he keeps you steady.

You're not sure how he does it, but you're convinced his tongue must be battery operated the way he's vibrating inside you. He swirls around your walls like a bear trying to get every last drop of honey from a beehive. He pulls his long tongue out of you and settles his mouth over your clit, his fingers finishing what his tongue had started. He curls his two digits inside of you, easily finding that illusive, heavenly spot. He lashes around your clit, alternating between sucking and licking. It doesn't take long for you to start quivering in his arms. You desperately look down at him, knowing you're about to cum any second, but he's already looking up at you and winks. You close your eyes and let the feeling take you away, everything besides you and Eddie vanishing into thin air. As if the heavens were on your side, a crack of thunder rattles the room as you cum in his mouth.

Eddie wastes no time as he removes your still shaking legs from his shoulders and stands up, grabbing a condom from a drawer and tearing his boxers off. After rolling the condom over his hard cock, he hooks his arms under your knees and brings your legs back up to wrap around his waist. The position brings some much needed relief from the pressure of the cuffs, but all you can do is groan in appreciation. He chuckles and bends down to kiss you hard on the mouth. "Still with me, angel?" he asks as he breaks away, tilting his chin down so he can look up into your eyes. "Eddie..." you moan, still a little out of it, but no where near ready to tap out "...fuck me like you mean it." Eddie chuckles before bringing his hand up in a salute "Yes, ma'am!" he exclaims teasingly.

He cups his hand just below his chin and lets a long rope of spit pool into his palm. He brings his hand down and rubs his spit along your slit, making a slippery mess between your legs. You're wet enough as it is, practically dripping down your thighs, but the filthiness of this little display makes something in you go berserk. The lethargy lifts like you've just been slapped in the face, and you're ready to go an infinite amount of rounds. Eddie easily slides himself into you all the way to the hilt. You both gasp at the sensation, staring into each other's dilated eyes. He just stays there a moment, allowing your walls to stretch around his girth. "Y/N..." he pants, bringing his forehead down to meet yours. "Yeah?" you moan. He shuts his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the warmth of your pussy hugging his dick. When he opens, his eyes are hard again "I'm gonna fuck you until you're screaming my name" he says it like its just a fact you're gonna have to get used to. You giggle and moan in utter delight "Pleeease, Eddie." Without further ado, he begins bouncing you mercilessly on his cock.

Your head rolls back each time he plunges back into you. The sound of his hips slapping against your wet, dribbling cunt is absolutely pornographic. You think you must be dreaming, because this shouldn't be so perfect. Nothing should feel this good, yet so deliciously wicked. Eddie's grunts fill the air, even the rain couldn't compete. There's a moment where you both lock eyes, pure animalistic lust drawing you together like magnets. He doesn't even have to touch your clit, his perfectly curved cock tickling your core with each thrust, like he was made just for you. You grab the cuff chain with both hands for support, trying your best to roll your hips to the rhythm of his thrusts. Now Eddie's head rolls back, drunk off of your cunt, the room starting to spin. He decides to go off script, pulling out of you with a tight groan, unhooking your legs from his waist, and spinning you around so you're facing the wall. He plunges back into you from behind, you feel yourself being spread in places you didn't even know existed. With one hand clamped to your waist, rocking you into him, he uses the other to snake down between your legs and tend to your clit.

Your breasts are smooshed against the wall, your cheekbone aches as the force of his blows causes it to bounce off the hard surface. The chain, twisted above, makes the cuffs even tighter. You suck in air through your teeth as you let him pound you into the wall. Your mind flutters as you try to focus on your building release. Its bubbling just below the surface, like a geyser you could set your watch to. "Eddie..." you whimper, but you don't even have to explain. "I know, I know...I can feel you, baby." he grunts, his voice husky and tight. "I want you to cum all over my cock, sweetheart. Show me what a good girl you can be and cum." he demands, you're impressed he can even string together a coherent sentence at a time like this. You go rigid, letting him fuck you over the edge, until you're in fact screaming his name. As your pussy nearly asphyxiates his cock, he spills into the condom, resting his head on your shoulder blade as he unloads himself inside of you.

After he slowly pulls out and discards the condom, he lifts the cuffs from the hook, gently lowering your numb arms down. You sharply inhale as pins and needles start jabbing you, your fingers feeling like TV static. "Shit, sorry sorry sorry sorry" Eddie apologizes profusely as he unlocks the cuffs. You rub at your wrists, willing your circulation to kick in. You know beyond a shadow of a doubt you'll be waking up to bruises, but who the hell cares? "I'm fine, don't worry!" you smile at him as he walks you over to the bed as if he was escorting an elderly woman across a street. My own personal Boy Scout. When Eddie helps you lower down to sit on the edge of the bed, he stands over you for a moment and cups your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him. "How are we feeling, princess?" he asks with a soft smile. You bring your hands up to hold his around your face, "Never felt better, you?" you return his question as you beam up at him. He sharply inhales and bobs his head as he thinks for a second "Ohhh...only, like, the luckiest guy in the universe?" he jokes before leaning down and giving you the most delicate kiss yet, as if you were a rose and he was trying not to disturb the petals. It makes your heart flutter like a newly hatched butterfly.

He grabs the towel from earlier and cleans you both off nicely, leaving no evidence of any debauchery. Eddie pulls on some boxers and a large plain white shirt before heading to the kitchen to warm up a bowl of the leftover takeout. You dig through his closet for a suitable sleep shirt. You find a W.A.S.P. shirt that looks worn in and soft, the perfect candidate. You slip it over and instinctively wrap your arms around yourself, reveling in the feeling of the soft fabric hugging your curves.

Eddie returns with two forks, always so thoughtful. He presses play as he passes the TV and cuddles up next to you on the bed, offering you a fork and the first bite. You watch and eat in cozy silence as the storm lightens up outside. Eddie offers you the last bite too, but you insist he takes it. He gets up to put the dirty bowl and utensils in the kitchen sink and when he returns he looks like he's in deep thought. He mindlessly takes you in his arms and cuddles you tightly. "Something on your mind?" you muffle into his shirt. He's quiet for a minute before pulling you up to look you in the eyes. "You should sit with me and the Hellfire guys at lunch next week... I mean, if you want...". You think you might melt and slip right through his fingers. "You wouldn't mind?" you ask, already sure of the answer but wanting to hear him say it nonetheless. He chuckles at you, "My fairest Y/N, it would be my honor." he jokes as he bows his head to you. You giggle and hold him tighter in excitement. "Maybe you could come sit with my friends one day, too?" you ask hesitantly, not sure how he might feel about it. He gives you a sly smirk before mimicking you "You wouldn't mind?". You cup his face, taking in his gorgeous brown eyes. "My dearest Edward, it would be my honor" you tease him before pulling him down for a kiss.

You snuggle and whisper until the early hours of the morning, finally passing out somewhere around 3:00am. He cocoons around you, protecting you even while you dream peacefully. You're not sure what next week's little lunch swap might bring, but nothing else really matters as long as Eddie is there to kiss you better at the end.

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AN: YOU GUYS!!! Holy shit. I hope I don't let you down with this, I tried to keep things goofy and light but just added a little *spice*. If you haven't listened to Dazed and Confused, I highly recommend it while you read! I'll be out of town for the next week so I won't be able to write anything else for a minute, but wanted to leave this here for y'all :) I really hope you enjoy <3

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Gentle With Me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Virgin!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

PART 2 HERE

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Reader asks Hawkins High’s favorite freak to deflower her before they graduate. Reader has had a crush on Eddie since forever and only trusts him to do it right. Unbeknownst to her, Eddie has also been crushing hard. He takes extra special care of her ;)

Warnings: NSFW, vaginal penetration, safe sex, mentions of blood, first time, deflowering, loss of virginity, fluff and smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), he talks you through it, constant checking in, aftercare

Word Count:  7,908 (sorry, this got super long!)

Hope you like it! :)

This was probably the worst idea you had ever had. In fact, you didn’t realize you could even be this stupid. Hey, cheers to you, jackass!

Your fingers were sweating around the tightly folded note. You had taken forever just to fold it, not to mention the eon it took to come up with the short yet somehow super fucking intimidating message.

“Woods. 4:30″

Seriously? It had taken you almost the entire lunch period to come up with that? God, what if he thinks I’m gonna like jump him or something? But it would have to do, time was running out and if you didn’t do it now you know you’d only chicken out later. God you’re such a fucking idiot for this.

You looked up to scan the lunchroom. All the other tables, including your own, were too enthralled in their conversations to notice you hunched over your notebook as if you were plotting an assassination. Seriously, you had to calm down. Its just a note. A note for a certain metal head who you were hoping would take your virginity...Yeah...totally not a big deal and super normal. You fucking dunce.

You let your eyes wander to the table, a beloved lunchtime activity of yours. Eddie Munson was throwing his head back in a loud, deep cackle as the entire table erupted into fits of laughter. It looks like Dustin, one of the freshmen, had just snorted milk out of his nose. Charming. You watched in envy as the boys hunched over themselves with the kind of laughter that makes your abs burn. “Dude....I’m gonna..... be sick!” you hear Jeff choke out in between his giggles. The whole scene coaxed a tender smile out of you.

Mike, the only other freshmen at their table, was handing Dustin napkins while wiping tears of boyish joy from his own eyes. Eddie leaned into the group and said something too low for you to make out. Whatever he said caused another wave of debilitating laughter from the guys before he stood up, took a bow, and walked towards the exit. Probably off to get one last cigarette in before class. With Eddie out of the picture, it was now or never.

The bell rang, jolting you out of your paralysis. Shit, this has to happen right now. “Aren’t you coming, Y/N?” your friend asked. Your group already had their books in hand and were standing around the table waiting for you to join.

“Uh yeah, I’m just finishing up this last problem. Can’t turn in another late homework!” you chuckle, trying your best to act as inconspicuous as possible. Your friends shrug and wave as they head towards the hallway.

You glance back over to the Hellfire table. Perfect, only Mike and Dustin were left, still trying to dry Dustin’s shirt with the now tattered napkins. You make a bee line towards them.

“Dude just hold sti-”

“I AM holding still, Mike. AND STOP RUBBING YOU’RE ONLY MAKING IT WORSE! You have to dab!”

“Oh my GOD, shut up Dusti-”

“Hey guys!” you interrupt their bickering. They both freeze and stare up at you, mouths agape. Dustin is holding his arms mid-air so Mike can dab at the front of his shirt (but lets be real, he really was only just rubbing the milk into the fabric). They simultaneously retract their arms at the speed of light, making you giggle.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! I was just wondering if you could uh give this to Eddie when you see him?” you slide the note across the table next to Dustin’s tray.

The freshmen can’t seem to form words, in fact they’ve completely forgotten how to form syllables. They weren’t used to senior girls coming up to ask them favors, or ask them for anything at all really. 

It was Dustin who snapped out of it first “Oh! Yeah! Totally!” he picks up the note and inspects it. “What is it-”

“Its nothing!” you reply way too fast. Shit, just chill out. Even if they read the dumb thing they’d just assume I was buying weed or something. “Oh, uhm, okay.” Dustin steals a questioning glance at Mike before tucking the note into his pocket. “We’ll uh make sure Eddie gets it!” Mike assures.

“Great, and uhm one more..teeny tiny request...” you look over your shoulder to make sure Eddie hadn’t miraculously appeared behind you. The two boys lean in, entirely wrapped up in the secrecy of this whole charade. “When you give it to him, could you not mention who its from? Just tell him its a surprise, or whatever you wanna tell him! I trust your judgement.” you end with a sweet, innocent smile. Me? Scheming? Noooo.

The warning bell rings, causing the boys to shoot up in a panic. They struggle to gather their things, bumping into each other and fumbling around with their trays as they both promise you that your note would be delivered safely and discreetly. 

You give them your best smile and thank them before turning on your heel to get to class. Alright Munson, see you at 4:30.

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You look at your watch, the green blinking digits read “4:32″. What if they didn’t give him the note? You make yourself sick with worry, its a favorite pass time of yours. What if he thought I meant a different part of the woods? Wait, did I specify the picnic table? You pick at some of the splinters jutting out of the decrepit tabletop. I think all I wrote was ‘the woods’, fuck. What if he’s now lost out in the woods because of me!? Shit shit shit this was such a stupid plan. I’m so over my head how could I be such a dumb bitc-

“Hey...” comes a familiar voice from behind you. You flinch and a small gasp escapes your lips as you turn to face him.

Eddie holds his hands up as if he’s calming a wild horse and chuckles “Ha woah, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you” the corners of his lips are turned up into a shit eating grin. It’s still annoyingly charming, even if it is at your expense.

You watch as he comes around to sit on the opposite side of you. He rests his black tin lunchbox on the table as he shimmies off his layers of jackets. You spot a few tattoos you had never noticed before and your stomach threatens to drop to your knees. Is it too late to ditch and run? You realize you’re gawking, so you avert your eyes to the table as he continues to make himself comfortable.

He can’t help but notice just how tense you are, or how you hadn’t said a word yet. He remembered you way back from middle school, you had even had a couple classes together here and there. You were never really friends, but he always remembered how sweet you were, even to a social pariah like himself. He takes a stab at what’s eating you.

“There’s uh...nothing to worry about. Okay? No one ever comes out here.” he tosses his jackets onto the table as he sits on the rickety bench. “We’re safe. I promise.” he adds for good measure.

His words make you want to melt into this seat, become a permanent fixture. You smile and tuck a few strays behind your ears "Yeah I uh...I know...thanks” you’re still looking down at your lap. He nods, relived to have gotten something out of you, and pops open the lid of his box.

Assuming you were here for drugs, he begins his pitch. He grabs a clear plastic bag “I’ll do you a half ounce for, uh...$20. What do you say?” he holds the baggie out to you for you to inspect. “Plenty of bang for your buck. Should last you a while.”

As much as you’d love for this to be just a simple drug deal, you realize you’re gonna have to break it to him sooner than later. “Eddie,” you hold your head up to look him in the eye. He freezes, the baggie gently swaying back and forth in his grip. “I uh, didn’t ask you here to buy drugs...” Although maybe I should in case this goes south and I need to forget it ever happened.

Now caught completely off guard, the boy shifts his weight on the seat as he slowly drops the baggie back into the box. “Okayyy...then why, pray tell, did you leave me such a cryptic note?” a playful smile warms his face as he raises his eyebrows at you. He rests his head in both hands as if utterly fascinated.

Seeing a perfect opportunity to stall, you take it without looking back. “It was pretty cryptic wasn’t it?” you chuckle as you bring your elbows up to rest on the table, mirroring Eddie’s posture.

“I thought I was gonna get jumped!” Eddie exclaims causing you both to laugh at your predicament. Shit, I knew it.

“Well what was I supposed to write!?” you try to defend yourself. 

“Literally anything else!” Eddie’s eyes are practically twinkling as he continues to playfully chastise you “better yet, you could’ve just, oh i don’t know, asked me in person like a regular human being??? And WHY all the anonymous shit??”

You’re laughing out of utter humiliation “I don’t know, okay? I wasn’t thinking, I was on auto pilot! It seemed like the thing to do! Were you at least surprised when you saw me?” you don’t quite know how you want him to answer this.

“Huh? Oh, nah those twerps ratted you out within seconds” Eddie huffs as he tries to stifle his laughter.

“WHAT!?” your mouth drops to the forest floor. “Those little fuckers, they swore on Dustin’s mother they wouldn’t tell!” you cross your arms and pout in protest of this vile betrayal.

“Sweetheart, you don’t trust freshmen with anything, m’kay? That was your first mistake. I mean you should see them try to recruit for Hellfire, its pathetic...frankly” he snickers.

You scoff and look up to the blue sky, still unable to believe you had been sold out. Eddie admires you while you’re not looking. Whats a pretty girl like her doing out here with a guy like me? he wonders. He brings his hands together in a fist on the table and taps the back of his rings along the gnarled wood.

“So, you gonna answer my question?” he drops his chin and looks up at you through his lashes, a smug expression on his face.

You come back down to earth to see Eddie looking at you expectantly. You narrow your eyes and playfully tap your finger on your chin a few times “Hmmm which waaaas...?” Please can we just keep harmlessly flirting a little longer before I ruin this?

“Don’t play dumb with me” his tone a little more serious this time. “Why am I here, Y/N?”

Oh. You’re not sure how he made your name sound like some heavenly prayer, but you’d do anything to hear him say it again. Stop. Focus. You take a deep breath in. Just do it, rip the band aid off.

“So uh...I um...I’ve never- at least not yet I mean... I’m still uhhh....” Holy shit, maybe I should've rehearsed this before.

Eddie can tell whatever this is must be a big deal to you. Although you were quite cute all flustered, he didn’t want to make this any more difficult. He dips his head down to catch your eye “Hey, its okay. Take your time. No rush, I promise.”

You close your eyes and exhale a few counts before looking back up at Eddie. His doe eyes full of concern and patience. Fuck, man. You groan before letting it spill out.

“Okay, look. I’m still a virgin. In fact, I haven’t really even had a proper first kiss yet. I mean Jason kinda kissed me at a party once but he was drunk and he missed my lips entirely, and I didn’t even WANT to kiss him, he just kinda threw himself on me, and WOW I’m just now realizing how kinda fucked that was but anyway yeah I just don’t think that should count, right? And we’re supposed to be graduating in a couple months and I don’t want to get to college and not know what the fuck I’m doing!”

You had expected his eyes to be bulging out of his head like a cartoon character, but he just looked...normal. Like you had just finished telling him something as mundane as how your day was. His eyebrows were slightly raised, but it was the only indication that he was even listening. You bite down on your lip waiting for him to say something, anything.

Eddie clears his throat “So, let me get this straight.” he leans further in “You want... me... to... deflower you?” His eyes narrow at the question, but his tone was more disbelieving than judgemental.

“Well....yeah, yes. I do.” you nod absentmindedly as words just continue to topple from your lips “And you can TOTALLY say no, I know this must be like the weirdest thing anyone has ever asked you and I totally get it if you don’t want to.” you take another breath to slow yourself “Its just... I want my first time to be...gentle...”

Eddie can’t help the blush that spreads across his cheeks like wildfire, the red glow even reaching the tips of his ears. “And... you think that I can be gentle?” his stare softens as his brain tosses this idea around.

You smile thoughtfully and chuckle “I think you’re a big softy who likes to play ‘big bad wolf”. Eddie’s eyebrows disappear under his mess of bangs as he chuckles, the observation hitting closer to home than you would ever know. While you have him smiling, you take the opportunity to play your final hand.

“It also doesn’t hurt that I’ve uh...liked you since middle school” your eyes are glued to the table. You don’t even dare to blink. Well its all out there now, no going back.

Eddie’s heart threatens to rip through his chest. You had always been on his radar, he just figured he could never be on yours. Your confession momentarily stuns him before his smile turns devilish. He wants to milk this moment for all its worth. Of course, without giving away the fact that he’d drop down on his knees for you at any given moment.

“You could’ve asked me on a date, y’know.” he teases you.

You huff as you meet his eyes “You’re right...I could’ve. I should’ve” you correct yourself. Something as simple as a date never occurred to you, but then again Eddie Munson wasn’t simple.

A comfortable silence falls as you take a moment to look each other in the eyes, swapping dreamy smiles back and forth. Eddie shifts his gaze down. Your lower lip was practically war torn from all the biting you had inflicted upon it. He’d like to leave a few marks of his own, and it looks like he might finally get the chance to.

“So!” Eddie claps his hands down on the table with a loud THUNK, his smile growing wide with mischief “When am I popping your cherry?”

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You couldn’t believe Friday was already here, not to mention that you were riding shotgun in Eddie’s rust bucket he called a van. It had been fairly simple deciding the where and the when given that Eddie’s uncle worked nights and you could tell your mom you were sleeping over at a friend’s house (not technically a lie, just maybe not the whole truth).

You pull up to his trailer and Eddie quickly gets out of the car and jogs up the steps to open the front door for you. He bows his head and gestures for you to enter “Welcome to my castle” he says sarcastically.

It was hard not to notice the millions of trucker hats decorating the walls inside. You quickly deduce that these must belong to his uncle, although you’d love to imagine Eddie wearing any one of them. As you slowly spin around the parlor to take it all in, Eddie straightens up a bit as he passes a few stray beer cans and empty cigarette cartons. “Sorry, the maid’s on vacation” he jokes. You get the feeling he might be just as nervous as you are, but he’s doing a better job of hiding it.

As Eddie tosses the last can into the trash he looks up to see you quietly admiring his home. Your smile is soft as you take in every detail. You look enchanted just to be here, which made Eddie feel a lot better. He quietly walks over to you, not wanting to disturb your wonderment, and he gently takes your hand. You’re still looking around as he says “You wanna see the rest of it?”

His voice brings you back to reality. You look down to see his large hand enveloping yours. “Hm?” you softly hum, not tearing your eyes away from the skin to skin contact. You feel your palm begin to burn as he lightly squeezes it. “Come on, I’ll show you” his voice is like warm honey, you’d follow him wherever he decided to take you.

He pulls you towards the hallway, pointing out his uncle’s room on the left and the bathroom on the right, before reaching the desired destination. “And this is uh... my room” he stops in the doorway, letting your hand go so you can explore on your own as he watches.

Its messy, but its exactly what you had pictured. Band posters litter the walls, clothes are strewn haphazardly across the floor and his dresser. There’s an ash tray filled to the brim with cigarette butts. He has a couple of guitars dangerously balanced against the walls, but there’s one very unique guitar on display hanging over his mirror. You cross the room to inspect it further, you had never seen anything like it and it must have cost him a fortune. You raise your hand to touch it, but you catch Eddie’s eye in the mirror. He has a sly smile “That’s my baby” his voice is full of pride.

You smile back at his reflection “Can I...?” slowly moving your fingers closer to the gorgeous instrument. 

“Go ahead. She’s meant to be touched” his gaze turning darker.

You duck your head and smile bashfully, knowing full well he can see you blush in the mirror. You stroke your fingers up the long neck and glide over the strings, teasing a ghostly hum from the guitar. As you continue to strum, your eyes wander to the wall where something shiny is dangling from a hook. It takes you longer that it should to recognize them as handcuffs. Your lips part, your eyelids becoming heavy. You feel a tickle between your legs. Oh.

Eddie notices you’ve frozen, no longer interested in the guitar. He follows your gaze to the item stealing all of your attention. “Ha!” he walks over and takes them off the hook, not wanting to scare you. Your eyes don’t leave the shiny metal, looking even more appealing in Eddie’s hands. He notices your fascination with them, and the fact that you’re not running away screaming makes him want to marry you on the spot. He sees the hazy, far off look in your eyes and recognizes it right off the bat. His lips curve into a delinquent smile “Not tonight, sweetheart” and he tosses them into the abyss of a drawer

“But-” you try to object, convince him you need a demonstration and you’d happily volunteer, but before you can get another word out Eddie holds a hand up in protest. “Sorry, honey” he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilts your head up to look at him. “I thought you wanted gentle, hm?” his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear.

His closeness, the words, his touch... it should be illegal. “I- I uh I did- I do! I do want gentle...I- I want...you...” you stutter out, making Eddie’s smile grow wider and more smug. He loves how flustered he makes you... but he loves teasing you even more.

He suddenly releases you and takes a step back “Great! What kinda pizza you like?” he asks, stepping backwards towards the door.

You’re a bit dazed “I uh..what?”

“Pizza! I mean, I’d cook for you, but you might end up dying a virgin so...” he chuckles.

You giggle, not realizing being wined and dined was a part of the deal. “Um, would you think I’m weird if I asked for ham and pineapple?” you narrow your eyes, bracing yourself for imminent mockery.

“See? I knew you were a freak, Y/L/N” he throws a brilliant smile your way. “One ham and pineapple coming up!”

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You laid together on his bed, the discarded pizza box somewhere on the floor below. He had rented Plan 9 from Outer Space, and the two of you had nearly choked to death laughing at the B-Movie cheesiness. Any jitters you had about this night were long gone, it was hard to feel nervous being tucked up in Eddie’s arms. Over the course of the movie, you had somehow become one conjoined life form. Your legs were tangled together, your head nestled on his shoulder as he rested his chin on your hair. You were like two perfect puzzle pieces. The sun had set a while ago, and the dark only made you feel more cozy.

But at some point, it became harder to focus on the movie. You had become hyper aware of how close his hand was to your ass, and how if you moved your knee juuuust a little you’d be grazing his dick. You felt the room getting hotter, and you thought he might be feeling it too as he started to squirm a little under you. With a sudden burst of bravery, or maybe just desperation, you slowly begin to arch your back. Your steady movement causes Eddie’s hand to ever so slightly slip closer to your backside. Before it can reach its desired destination, however, he digs his fingers in your flesh, stopping you in your tracks. He takes your chin in his other hand and forces you to look up at him. “What are you up to, hm?” he asks with a smug smile.

You screw your eyes shut and wrinkle your nose, embarrassed at being caught. “Hey...look at me” his voice is so gentle you could hardly bare it. You take the bait and look up. You weren’t expecting his gaze to be filled with such concern or to be so penetrating. It was like he was searching for something deep inside your soul. He moves his hand from your chin to gently cradle your jaw. His fingertips tease the sensitive place behind your ear, his thumb rests on your cheek. “You still sure about this, sweetheart?”

You have to swallow before you answer “Yeah...I’m sure”. It came out barely above a whisper. You’d never been more sure of anything in your whole entire life, the thought of it actually happening with him was beyond electrifying. The tickle between your legs returns, this time with more urgency.

He considers your answer for a second before continuing “Cause we can stop whenever you want, okay? You just say the word and I’ll take you home, no questions asked.” his voice is serious, and his worry only makes you want him more.You always knew he was the one, the only one.

His eyes begin jetting back and forth between yours, his calm demeanor slipping away, something more desperate taking its place. You can feel his grip around your waist tightening, bringing you closer to his warm body. He’s right on the edge with you, but he won’t make one move until he’s certain this is what you really want. He swore he would do this right, and goddammit if Eddie Munson was not a man of his word.

Seeing him worked up is the last straw, you’ve been good for as long as you could bare. “Eddie...” a pleading whimper escapes your lips and it was more than enough to break him. Before you knew it, Eddie’s lips were on yours.

His kiss was all consuming, it wrapped you up and tucked you in tenderly like a cozy blanket on a cold winter’s night. With his hand still holding your jaw, he ever so slightly parted his lips to deepen the kiss. The feeling of his hot breath brushing against your lips made you dizzy. He barley grazes your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, causing the fire burning in the pit of your belly to flash white hot.

Eddie had to constantly remind himself to keep it slow, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of his hard cock straining against his jeans. Gentle, Munson...keep it gentle. He nearly cries when you slip your tongue into his mouth. If only you knew how much he wanted to devour you, heart and soul, until there was nothing left. If only you knew how many times he watched you laughing with your friends, jealous that they were getting all of your attention. How your voice was sweeter than any song, how all you had to do was say his name and he was yours. You could have asked him for anything in those fucking woods and he would’ve given it to you. He’d do anything to keep you here in his arms forever.

He rolls over so that he’s slightly above you, not wanting to crush or smother you, but he just couldn’t get enough. The movie is still playing in the background, thankfully drowning out your needy moans, until Eddie mindlessly rolls his hips down into yours. You could feel the rough fabric of his jeans and his rock hard erection through the thin fabric of your skirt, pressing against you in just the right spot. You don’t even realize you’re loudly moaning his name until you hear him snicker “You can be loud if you want. No one’s gonna hear, we’re safe. I promise.” he whispers into your ear, stealing a few kisses there. He rolls his hips again, wanting more than anything to hear you moan his name again.

He brought his hand down from your jaw to rove over the rest of your body. He lets it rest over your neck for a second and gives it a delicate squeeze. Its not enough to choke you, but the pressure makes his tongue in your mouth feel all the more vital. Like a lifeline. Its a gentle reminder of who you belong to in this moment, who’s in charge. For a fleeting second you wish he hadn’t been so quick to ditch the handcuffs.

He traces your collarbones, down to the underwire of your bra, tickles your ribs, and finally arrives at your skirt. His fingers halt, just tucked under the waistband. Liking the direction this was going, you rest up on your elbows and begin to peel your shirt off. Eddie gives you the space you need, and watches in awe as more of your supple flesh is revealed. He admires every detail, down to the smallest freckle, making an internal map so he’d never forget.

You toss your shirt somewhere into the oblivion of his room, not really caring whether its lost forever or not. You look at Eddie hesitantly, the rush of cold air reminding you that you were only a bra away from total vulnerability. You bring your hands up to cover your belly, starting to feel a little self conscious, but then you see the look of absolute worship in Eddie’s eyes. Like he was standing before an altar, you were his temple. Eddie realizes he’s been staring without speaking for a while now and he looks you in the eye “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N” he says a little out of breath. You smile with absolute giddiness, quickly moving your hands from your stomach to bring him back into a deep kiss. While you embrace, Eddie frantically starts pulling at his own shirt and you assist him in taking it off.

The feeling of his warm chest against yours sends you into a nose dive of indescribable sensation. You wanted to feel his skin everywhere, scratch your fingernails down his spine, play with the soft tufts of curly brown hair on his tummy. Deciding you needed more contact, you reach behind your back and unclasp your bra. Eddie keeps his eyes shut tight, mouth fixed to yours. He’s abundantly aware that you’re now completely naked from the waist up, and he just knows that if he looks at you for one second he’ll lose all control, the very little he had left. Instead, he blindly brings his hands up to your tits and rubs over your hard nipples. It only makes you moan more, practically driving Eddie to the brink of madness until he can’t wait any longer. He has to know what you feel like on the inside.

Eddie breaks away from your embrace and props himself up on his side to look down over you. He returns his hand down to the waistband of your skirt and tugs, raising an eyebrow at you for permission to remove the obstacle. You nod and smile, your heart starting to beat like the wings of a hummingbird. He wiggles the skirt down your legs and gingerly tosses it to the side. He places his hand over your underwear, his fingertips aligned perfectly over your slit. He rubs upwards, feeling how wet you are through the fabric. You jump a little as bolt of lightning shoots through your core. It makes his heart sing to feel how ready your are for him. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart” his voice crackles like firewood as he continues to rub you through the fabric. He watches your every move as he tends to you, utterly consumed by how beautiful you are.

With every touch, it sends a shock wave of pleasure through your entire body. Electricity building in your fingers and toes. And just when you think it couldn’t get much better than this, Eddie slips your underwear off and slowly slides in just the tip of his middle finger. You sigh as he enters, pure ecstasy rolling over you. He smiles down at you “Thats my girl, how does that feel?” he asks as he gently slides his finger in and out of you, never completely taking it out.

You’re drunk off of his touch, and you really have to concentrate in order to forms words “fuuucckk....Eddie...amaaazing.” He chuckles softly at how completely out of it you are. “You want it deeper?” he brushes a few strands of hair from your face as you rest your head against his arm. All you can do is desperately nod, if you open your mouth you might start drooling.

Eddie slides his finger in deeper, just to his knuckle. You feel a little pinch, but nothing too bad. He turns his hand over while inside of you so he can play with your clit with his thumb. “yes yes yes...” you whimper. The sensation soothing any tiny discomfort you had felt.

He only speeds up when he feels your slick start to drip down his hand. “Fuck, Y/N. I’d love to watch you cum, sweetheart. Do you think you could cum for me?” he asks like you’re doing him a favor, and he plunges his entire finger, up to his ring, in your pussy, causing you to yelp and giggle. Your body felt like it was going to vibrate off the bed, and you could feel something tightening deep inside. You concentrate on the feeling, like a volcano about to erupt. “E-Eddie” your voice is shaky “I..I th-think...I’m g-gonna....” you hold onto his arm for dear life as you ride your high. You moan and cuss loudly as Eddie continues to finger fuck you through your aftershocks, gradually slowing his pace until you’re panting below him.

He slowly slides out of you and immediately licks your slick off of his finger. You watch in awe as he closes his eyes and revels in your taste. “Mmmh...cherry pie...my favorite” Eddie teases you with an ear to ear smile. You smack his chest and giggle before curiosity gets the better of you “C-can I try?”. Eddie’s eyes beam at you with a kind of pride that you couldn't fathom. He dips his finger back into your slick and brings it back up to glide along your bottom lip “Knock yourself out”.

You take his finger into your mouth and suck. A mixture of sweet and salty coats your tongue, and you’re amazed at the fact that you actually taste good. With your tongue lapping at Eddie’s finger, he gets another brilliant idea. He removes his finger from your mouth and quickly pops into into his, sucking the rest of your slick and saliva off, before getting up and kneeling at the foot of the bed. “Hey, where are you-” you try to protest, but he’s already got you hooked by your knees and pulling you down to meet him. His face between your legs quickly shuts you the fuck up, awaiting whatever command he deems you worthy of. He sees your eyes going wide in anticipation, and he smirks before furrowing his brow. “Has anyone ever kissed you here before?” he already knows the answer, but he wanted to hear you say that you were all his. He watches you as he nips at your inner thighs, waiting for your reply.

You’ve gone dumb, not a single thought in your head. He has you completely transfixed. “I-uh..n-no...never” is all you manage to spit out. Your innocence makes his cock throb, but he has to wait, he has to show you how good he can really make you feel first. “See, that’s a real shame.” he inches his mouth closer to your pussy, lazily dragging a finger around your entrance, playing in your slick. You squirm under his touch, desperately searching for friction, a release, anything. His smirk turns absolutely devilish “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, princess”.

He hoists your knees up and over his shoulders. Looking up at you through his bangs, he slowly dips his tongue into your slit and flicks up. This alone nearly gives you a heart attack, and he holds you steady as your body shutters. Eddie tongue fucks you until you can’t see straight anymore. You’re a moaning mess, all you can do is tangle your fingers in Eddie’s hair and hang on tight. He licks a steady stripe up, enveloping your clit with his mouth. His tongue twirls, flicks and practically pirouettes around your sensitive bud. And just to kick you while you’re down, his fingers come back to play. This time, he easily slips two in and begins sliding in and out of you. Your body contorts like you’re in need of an exorcism, your noises telling Eddie to go faster and deeper. You feel yourself going higher, and higher, and higher until you reach the tippy top of your second orgasm, riding Eddie’s face all the way back down.

Eddie lets you rest for a moment, legs sprawled haphazardly across his bed. He stands up and crosses his arms against his chest, admiring the aftermath of his handy work. His smug smile returns, the entire lower half of his face glistening with your honey. “Right?” he says, all cocky. You chuckle, and try to kick him but your legs are too wobbly “Shut up” you say breathlessly.

He gets down on the bed and hovers over you on all fours. He growls from the back of his throat and nips at your neck while viciously tickling your ribs. You giggle and squeal, wrestling against him but not really wanting him to stop. You tousle around on the bed for a while before your play fight turns into making out. You didn’t realize how much you had missed his lips on yours, you felt starved. You grind your leg onto his thigh. He somehow still has his pants on, and you’re not sure how you could have made such a blaring oversight. You reach down to undo his belt buckle, letting him know that you were truly ready.

While you fumble with his belt, he reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a condom. He puts the corner in his mouth, his hands a little too shaky to handle it, and rips it open between his teeth. You shimmy his jeans off, his erection creating a tent in his boxers. You look up at him to make sure he was okay, and he winks in return. You inhale and pull his boxers down, his cock finally springing free. You’re a bit mesmerized at first. You had never seen one before, and you were shocked by just how...big...he was. You panic a little, wondering how he was ever going to fit inside you. You mindlessly cup your hand around his length, his skin is soft and turning a mean shade of pink. He gasps at your touch and closes his eyes, melting into your palm. You rub your thumb over a long, thick vein on the side of his dick, not realizing you were unraveling the poor boy in your hands. You notice the precum leaking from his head. You steal a glance up at Eddie and see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out. You smile, having a devilish thought of your own. Starting where the head meets the shaft, you lick a quick line up the tip of his dick and flick the precum into your mouth. Eddie jolts, eyes snapping open, and quickly rolls over to imprison you underneath him “You trying to kill me, Y/L/N?” he punishes you with smothering kisses, making you giggle uncontrollably.

He sits up and rests on his knees so he can roll the condom on. You watch in wonder as you adjust your body so you can be ready for him. Last minute nerves make your tummy flutter, but you know you’re in the best of hands. He comes back down and places his hands on the mattress on either side of your head. He lowers down for one more kiss. “This may hurt a little, sweetheart.” he whispers in your ear before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. He looks you in your eyes before continuing “Remember, we can stop whenever you want. Okay?” You nod adoringly and whisper “Okay”. He gives you another earth shattering smile “That’s my girl.” he brings his forehead down to meet yours and you gaze into each other’s eyes, smiling like fools, absolutely head over heels. You wrap your legs around his waist, and brace yourself for whatever comes next.

Eddie aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes in, you can feel your walls stretching to accommodate him. He stops at just the tip, and you both moan. He slowly rolls his hips, slipping the tip of his cock in and out so you can get used to the sensation. You feel a slight pressure when he slides in, but its dull and far off, and the kisses he peppers you with are a nice distraction.

He pumps into you a little longer before sliding further in. This time you do feel a nagging pain, causing you to sharply inhale. You dig your fingernails into his back, and he slows his movements even more. “I know baby, I know.” he soothes you and you find the pain quickly gives way to pleasure. You moan into his hair “Mmhm Eddie...you’re so big...” the words tumble from your mouth without a thought behind them, just pure ecstasy. Eddie groans and he fights the urge to fuck you dumb through this damn mattress. “Keep talkin’ like that princess and I might forget to be gentle” he warns as he nips at your neck.

He slides deeper until he reaches his hilt, stretching and filling you to the brim. You curse under your breath at the pain, screwing your eyes shut so no tears can escape. He cradles your head “Hey look at me, you okay?” you open up and he’s staring down at you with those doe eyes, brows furrowed in concern. “I’m fine, it just hurts a little. Please don’t stop” you reach up and cup his red cheek, assuring him that you can take it. He gently and slowly continues to glide into you. Worried he may not be able to slide back in, he never fully pulls out of you, creating a pocket of delicious sensation deep inside. Your walls eventually relax around him, allowing him to pick up his pace.

It was a cacophony of feeling, a delicious blend of searing pain and ultimate euphoria. The hurt felt so good, you loved being filled for the first time. You kiss Eddie everywhere you can reach him, his chin, his shoulder, his collarbone, just to show how thankful you were. He smiles in complete adoration for you, noticing just how ethereal you look underneath him. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Y/N” he kisses you hard on the lips, practically smashing your faces together. His steady motion begins to sputter a little, he must be getting close. “...and you’re so...fucking....tight....” he pounds a little harder with each word, causing you to cry out. He cradles the back of your head and soothes you. “Sorry...sorry..I just ...wanna try...*grunts* one more thing. Okay?” he kisses your neck, his hot breath causing you to shiver and your pussy to tighten around his cock. Although you’re not sure what else there could be, you nod with every fiber of your being. “Yes...fuck ...I-I’ll do...anything...f-for you” you whimper. He groans and rolls his head back, trying to forget you said that before he busts this second.

He stops rocking into you only for a minute so he can gently pull you up into a sitting position in his lap, his hand still cradling your head, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Come here, sweet thing” he swipes a few strands from your face once you’re up. The blood rushing to your head mixed with this new angle is something else. You feel entirely open, the tip of his dick just grazing something galvanic inside of you. You smile warmly and stare deep into each other’s eyes for a moment, completely elated by each other’s company. He pulls you into a bear hug, your breasts squeeze against his chest, as he fucks up into you. You go limp, whatever it was inside you that he was hitting over and over was causing your brain to melt. You roll your head back and just let him take you.

Even when Eddie is fighting every urge to cum himself, he’s still only thinking of your pleasure. In your lulled state, he reaches down in between you and starts rubbing your clit, alternating between circles and side to side. He figures if he can get you to cum one more time, he can die a very happy man. The sensation brings you out of your nearly catatonic state, and you tighten your thighs around his waist like a boa constrictor. You start to bounce back on his cock, feeling that oh so familiar feeling starting to build in the center of your soul. Eddie groans, the veins in his neck popping out. “Y/N...fuck...you’re gonna...make me cum, sweetheart” he growls out, unable to contain himself any longer. His body stutters as he reaches his peak, his arms locked around your fragile body in a vice grip, and he spills himself into the condom. Dazed from his own heavenly release, he still doesn’t forget about you for one second. His fingers shift into overdrive, pummeling your clit until your crying his name out for the whole trailer park to hear. The look of sheer joy is plastered to his face, and you both collapse into each other, exhausted.

You sit in his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. His dick is still inside of you, and you don’t dare move a muscle, never wanting him to leave. He plants soft kisses in your hair and runs his fingers down your spine. It takes you a minute to realize the movie is still playing. “Could we rewind? I think I missed a bit” you joke.

He chuckles “I’d have to get up to rewind it” he reminds you, tucking his finger under your chin to lift your head up. He brings his forehead down to meet yours, his eyes sparkling in the darkness. “Can we stay like this for a little longer?” you plead. He smirks and kisses your cheek “We can do whatever you want, princess.”

You stay there wrapped in each other’s arms for a little longer before Eddie slowly slides out of you and places you back down on the mattress. There’s a tiny bit of blood mixed with your slick dripping from your pussy, and Eddie grabs a clean shirt from his closet and cleans you up delicately as if he was handling a rare gem. He throws the condom away and pulls on a pair of boxers and a faded Metallica shirt. He hums as he goes about his little tasks, giving you a sense of comforting domesticity. He miraculously finds your underwear on the floor, but has no luck finding any of your other clothes. He grabs another one of his shirts and tosses it over to you. You hold the garment up and notice its his Hellfire club shirt, a wave of pure glee washes over you. You pull it over your head, his familiar scent wrapping around your body. Eddie fidgets with the tv controls, rewinding to around the time y’all got...distracted, before turning around and plopping back onto the bed to cuddle up next you. He looks you up and down, “Looks better on you” he beams as he brings you back into his arms, assuming the same positions you were in earlier in the evening.

In no time you’re both in stitches again over the movie, and you spend the rest of the night laughing, talking, and kissing all while entangled in each other’s arms. Just before you both doze off, Eddie whispers “So, did you have fun? I mean...was I gentle?”

You cup his face and kiss his forehead “So gentle” you chuckle before giving him a sincere answer, “it was more than I could ever dream of, Eddie. It was perfect” Eddie smirks through the darkness and pulls you into a vice grip to tickle you. You squeal and squirm and giggle in pure delight. You settle back down and he turns around you so he can spoon you “Good, cause next time...I might not be so gentle” he whispers devilishly in your ear.

You perk up, remembering some paraphernalia from earlier. “Can we use the handcuffs?” you ask in excitement. Eddie chuckles, finding your eagerness adorable. Fuck, this girl is gonna be the death of me. “Anything you want, princess” he kisses you behind your ear and you both drift off into blissful slumbers.

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! I was really inspired by the song Touch Tank by Quinnie, I keep seeing so many amazing edits of Eddie/Joseph with that song! I also borrowed some of his dialogue from his scene with Chrissy in the woods to make it more convincing, hope you don’t mind. I started on this before Vol 2 came out and then it felt weird to keep going but I pushed through. I’m 100% in my denial era and this is for all the girlies who are in the same boat! <3

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Duffer brothers count your fucking days bitch

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I have a soft spot for cheerleaders

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Reader is a cheerleader at Hawkins High and is paired with Eddie for a class project. Fluff and smut ensue. No supernatural occurrences, just regular old high school angst

Warnings: NSFW, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), dry humping, pet names, slight domination but not degrading, smoking (lol), edging and teasing

Word Count: 5,952

Enjoy :)

“Alright people pay attention, I’ll be letting fate decide your partners for this project.” Ms. O’Donnell drones as she passes by each student to collect their name in her paper bag “so I don’t want to hear any complaints, and NO switching!”

You quickly scrawl your name on the ripped piece of notebook paper and drop it into the bag as Ms. O’Donnell passed your desk. God, you hoped you’d be paired with someone half decent. You looked around the room and caught your fellow cheerleader, Chrissy’s, eye. She crosses her fingers and raises her head up to the heavens in a dramatic plea, making you both quietly giggle.

“Okay, lets see who our first pair-” but before the teacher could finish, the door violently swung open and hit the wall with a BANG. Eddie Munson casually strolls in, as if he’s not 20 minutes late and hadn’t just given everyone a heart attack. You ducked your head and smiled down at your notebook as you doodled in the margins. Class was always a bit more...interesting when Eddie decided to show. Although you had never once talked to him (lets face it, you being a cheerleader and Munson being a...well...a freak meant your paths never crossed much), you couldn’t help but be fascinated by him. His effortless confidence, that mess of hair, and don’t even get you started on the rings. You had caught yourself daydreaming about trying on each one on several occasions.

“Well, Mr. Munson how nice of you to join us today.” the teacher stated dryly. “Will you be staying, or is this just a social visit?”

“Ah, Misses O, you know I can never stay away from you for long” Eddie retorts as he slides into his desk a couple rows over from you, his brilliant and devilish smile spreading ear-to-ear.

Flustered and turning redder by the second, Ms. O’Donnell squeezes the paper bag in her hands as she approaches the insolent young man.  “If you could be so kind as to put your name in the bag, I’m sure everyone is praying to be your partner Mr. Munson” she says as she reluctantly holds the bag out. Eddie drops his scrap piece of paper in and gives the teacher a cheeky wink. You feel your own cheeks start to burn.

“Now... lets get this over with shall we?” The teacher shakes the bag, plunges her hand in and retrieves the first name. “Y/L/N annnnddd....” she repeats the process. Your heart is doing back flips as she adjusts her old fashioned frames to read the handwriting before letting out a snort. “Ha! Munson!” the entire class snickers with her. “Well, good luck to you Miss Y/L/N”

Your heart stopped doing back flips in exchange for hitting a brick wall at 90mph. Me and Eddie? Together??? You chanced a glance over at your very unlikely partner, but he was already eyeing you up and down. Slouched over his desk, his head resting on his hand he gave you a lazy nod and a quick wink. You could only muster a meek smile in return, but his black eyes had you paralyzed. You got the feeling he could read every thought you had ever had. Overwhelmed, you break away first to look over at Chrissy for some relief. All she could offer was a disappointed and perplexed shrug.

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The rest of the class flew by in a blur, and you hadn’t even realized the bell had rung until someone rattled the desk in front of you .

“Heyyy partner” Eddie hopped up onto the desk and sat backwards to face you, spreading his legs out as much as the little plastic seat below would let him. He rested his elbows on his knees and laced his ring-clad fingers together. Huh, you had never been this close to him. Seemed a real shame that you were only just now realizing how big his hands were. And your mind couldn’t help but slip again... I wonder what they would feel- Hey! Stop that. You scolded yourself.

“Sooo I figured we’d just get this thing out of the way tonight. I did the same project last year” he stole a quick glance your way to see if you’d make a remark on his more than tardy graduation, “and its pretty simple.”

Honestly, his eagerness caught you off guard. You assumed you’d have to hunt him down to work on this, or that you’d do the whole thing yourself and just put his name on it at the end. And was that a touch of self consciousness in his voice at the mention of his repeating senior year?? Maybe he wasn’t so big and bad as everyone thought. It was then you made a silent oath to personally tutor him until he had a god damn A in every subject. If he’d let you, of course.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t answer right away which Eddie took as your utter disgust. He raises his head and looks past you at the back wall “Look, if you don’t wanna work with me, princess, then fine. I’ll fuck off right now, just say the word. Okay?”

His shift in tone made you blink a few times. Princess? Huh. I could get used to that. You realized you still hadn’t made a peep and you scrambled for the right words before he could make the decision for you. “Oh! N-no, sorry I- I have a hard time focusing sometimes...um I’m really excited to work with you. Honestly!” and as dorky as that must have sounded, you tried to sweeten the load by punctuating it with a genuine, friendly smile.

Eddie knits his brows together and side eyes you, his look heavy with suspicion, before slowly returning your smile with his own dazzling one. “Alright!” he claps his hands and rubs them together, the SMACK making you jump a little.

“Should I pick you up after school?”

You begin to nod, almost too enthusiastically, until you remember something. “Oh...wait...I have practice after school” you say deflated. Eddie gives an amused huff and looks you up and down in your uniform. “Ohh right... you gotta do that...thing” and he waves his limp arms and pretends to jostle invisible pompoms in the air. The sight of Eddie Munson trying to cheer was ridiculous enough to make you genuinely laugh. Eddie’s eyes sparkle in the glory.

He lets his arms fall back to his knees and he begins fiddling with his rings. “Thats cool, no worries. I’ll just grab you from practice.”

You feel your eyes bulge and you pray your cheeks are not as red as they feel right now “Really? You don’t mind waiting for me?”

The look on Eddie’s face shifts from friendly to down right wicked. He looks you dead in the eye “Eh, what can I say? I have a soft spot for cheerleaders.”

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To put it mildly, you were a catastrophe during practice. Total fucking klutz. You had toppled over the human pyramid, accidentally smacked Debbie in the face with one of your pompoms, and you just tripped Chrissy mid-cartwheel. Coach nearly turned purple blowing into his whistle “That’s it, hit the bleachers Y/L/N!”

But, who could really blame you? After all, you had a study date with Eddie Fucking Munson in less than an hour. Not that it was actually a date date, but still. “I have a soft spot for cheerleaders” his words were doing their own cartwheel in your head. Had he been flirting with you? No, he’s gotta be like that with everyone, right?

Before your own thoughts could tease you much longer, there was a sudden metal clanging coming your way. Eddie had hopped up onto the aluminum bleachers and was already sprawled out on the bench just above yours. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. Your not-so-shining knight in armor, come to your rescue. Without saying a word, Eddie took out a cigarette, placed it between his red lips and lit the end before offering it to you. The gesture shouldn’t have been as chivalrous as it was, but you politely declined. Eddie shrugs before putting the cigarette back to his lips “Suit yourself.” He takes a long drag and holds a second before letting a puff of white smoke gracefully drift from his mouth. You didn’t think it possible to be jealous of a cigarette and yet...

“So, how’d it go, tiger?” Eddie sits up and slightly leans forward so he’s closer to you. “Well, I’m not sure how many practices you’ve been to, but sitting out on the bleachers typically means it didn’t go so good” you tease him. Eddie’s eyes bulge in fake shock and he speaks with the cigarette dangling dangerously from the corner of his mouth “What!? I thought only the BEST cheerleaders got to sit out!? You gotta be shittin’ me!” His dramatics were making you giggle uncontrollably. “This is an outrage. This is BULLSHIT. You know what? I’m not gonna stand for this.” and with that Eddie shoots up and cups his hands around his mouth “COACH! HEY COA-” but you wrap your hands around his arm and yank him back down to his seat. Both of you bursting into a fit of giggles.

In between laughs you manage to lightheartedly scold your protector “Eddie are you CRAZY!? You trying to get me kicked off the team!?” your laughter starts to subside as you both try to catch your breath. The sun was just starting to set, casting an orange halo around Eddie. His hair, frizzy in the unseasonable heat, looked like it was on fire. The light was hitting his eyes just enough so you could see they weren’t pitch black after all, but really a very rich and decadent chocolate brown. Like the opening credits of Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory. You both realized at the same time that you still had your hands wrapped around his forearm. Your fingers gently pressing into his bat tattoo.

“Oh, sorry!” you quickly release him with a self conscious chuckle. Not knowing what to do with your hands or where to look, you duck your head and tuck a strand of hair behind one ear. Eddie takes you in, not quite believing these circumstances himself. Here he was, sitting next to one of the queen bees of Hawkins High, playing around like you’d known each other for years. He had an urge to reach out and tuck another strand of hair behind your ear, but instead he clears his throat and stubs out the remainder of his cigarette on the seat. “So, uh, shall we?” Eddie gestures with his head to the parking lot where you see his behemoth of a van. Here goes nothin’.

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Eddie, ever the gentleman, opens the passenger door of his van for you and offers his elbow for support as you crawl in. There’s discarded food wrappers and beer cans littering the floor, as well as some forgotten cassette tapes. But overall, not so bad for a boy’s car.

“So, uhm, are we going to yours or mine?” you ask delicately as Eddie straps himself into the driver’s seat. You suddenly have a desperate need to know what Eddie’s room looks like. What color are his sheets? Does he have any posters on his wall? Is it messier than his car? Eddie lets out a breathy chuckle “ha, well my place is kind of a shit hole, so....”. Its not that he didn’t want her to come to his place, in fact he really, really wanted her to come to his place.That was the problem. His mind wandered to the bright blue box of trojans he knew he kept on his bedside table. He figured he’d have to be on his best behavior if they went anywhere other than his trailer.

“My place it is then!” you say, a tad bit disappointed you wouldn’t see his lair... at least not today. “Oh, but my mom is holding her bridge club tonight, so we may have to be kinda quiet” you cringe at your own words. He must think I’m so lame.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you as he turns on the ignition. “You suggesting we might get up to something louder than school work, Y/L/N?” he teases you. Your brain cells implode. “No! No I just-I meant- oh for fuck sakes just drive, Munson.” you slam back into your seat with a huff, crossing your arms against your chest, trying to hide your smile and blatant blush. Eddie gives one hardy laugh “Eeeasy with the language there, Miss America! Your wish is my command.” And with that, you’re speeding out of the Hawkins High parking lot with Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

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 “Mom! I brought a friend home!” you shout into the house as you enter. You hold the door open for Eddie thinking he’s right behind you, but when he doesn’t enter right away you look back. Poor boy, he’s wiping his shoes feverishly on the welcome mat, making sure he doesn’t track in so much as a speck of dust.

Your heart bleeds for him, and you gently grab his leather-clad arm (he had insisted on putting his jacket on in the car so that your mom wouldn’t see his tattoos) to pull him inside. “Come on, don’t be shy!” you whisper to him sarcastically. “Ha, yeah easy for you to say Miss Pretty in Pink.” he whispered back nervously as he swiped at your ponytail to prove his point.

“Have you even seen that movie?” you laugh as you face him to pull him further into the small foyer by his forearms. His hands grab your elbows, his fingers curving up to hold you still. He digs his heels into the carpet, not letting you pull him a single millimeter more. A punishment for your jab at his movie knowledge. You struggle just a few seconds longer to pull him forwards, but you soon give up. You lock eyes, and just smile at each other in the silence. He knew he had you trapped, and you were more than content with your predicament.

“Sorry, honey, I couldn’t hear you from the den- oh!” your mom rounds the corner, finding you quickly releasing the arms of a young man who looked like he just finished his opening set for KISS. Even though the foyer was small, you two were still standing sinfully close to one another.

“Oh, excuse me, I didn’t realize you had...company, dear. Who is your...” she eyed the boy up and down, from his frizzy hair to the tips of his scuffed white reebocks, before continuing “...friend here?”

You think you may be busted big time before you spot the glass in your mom’s hand. Thank God for Mrs. Smith’s margaritas, it wouldn’t be bridge night without ‘em! Judging by her looks, you’d say this was her second glass...maybe her third.

Before you can speak, Eddie was already jumping into action. “Good evening, Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Edward Munson.” he had stepped out to stand in between you and your mom and was shaking her hand with genuine glee. Wait, did he just say Edward??

“Y/N and I were paired up for a project, and we thought we’d get a head start on it. It’s so lovely to meet you, your daughter is a real gem.” he leans in a little closer to her “I can see where she gets it from now” he shines that breathtaking smile of his.

Given the 2-3 margaritas and the incredibly charming young man before her, your mom was basically a goner. She unfurls her lips into an overly welcoming smile “Ohhh well, Edward, its a pleasure to meet you! I’m afraid you’ve caught me a bad time,” she raises her glass as proof “this is my ladies bridge night. Otherwise I would show you around the house, you must forgive me!” your mom swiftly taps Eddie in the center of his chest with her perfectly manicured pointer finger. You think your jaw must be broken given the velocity at which it drops. Please don’t tell me my own mother is FLIRTING with my boyfr- I mean school partner!?

“No worries at all Mrs. Y/L/N, you won’t even know we’re here, I promise.” Eddie crosses his hand over his heart, and you swear you see him bat his fawn-like eyelashes at the older woman. “You know...” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and you see a devilish grin spread across his face. Oh God, this can’t be good. “I run a little club of my own, you and Y/N should really come and see it sometime.”

Okay! Thats enough! “Hey mom, I think I heard Mrs. Smith call you. We should probably get started on the project anyway, right Edward?” you poke him roughly in the back. He jolts and lets out a little groan, but continues to smile dashingly at your mom.

“Alright sweetie, well let me know if you need anything. And I mean anything, Edward don’t be stranger.” she pats him on the shoulder a few times before leaving to go back downstairs.

Eddie leans around the corner to make sure the coast is clear before looking back at you with a sly smile. You stared at him as if he had just landed from outer space. Eddie shrugs, “What? I’m good with moms.”

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You wouldn’t describe your room as overtly girly, but there were definitely some tell-tale signs. Like the raggedy pink and white stuffed bunny that sat guard on your pillow. You made a mad dash for the beloved childhood friend before Eddie could see it, but it was too late. He already had the poor little thing in his grasp.

“Ah haaa, and who do we have here?” Eddie takes the stuffed animal and boops your nose with it’s pink button one. Humiliated, you give in to his inquiry with a  heavy sigh “this is uh...Mrs. Butterworth” you don’t dare look at him as you mumble the last bit. His eyes go crazy wide and he stifles his laughter “I’m sorry, Mrs. Butterworth??” he teases you. “I liked pancakes and bunnies when I was two, give me a break!” you plead as you try to snatch the furry companion out of his hands, but he holds her high above your head.

“Hey, hey its impolite to grab” he puts his free hand on your shoulder to deter you from jumping for it. His thumb barely rubs the exposed skin, but its enough to make you fall into submission and you stand perfectly still. He notices the change, and smirks at you. “Good girl...now lets safely return Mrs. Butterworth to her home, hm?” and he gently places the bunny back on your pillow. He even fixes her slouched ears and gives her a little peck on the forehead. You didn’t know what was hotter, Eddie calling you a “good girl” or him respecting your belongings. Hmmm...definitely the “good girl” thing. 

“Soooo should we like, sit on the bed or the floor orrr...” Eddie was genuinely just trying to get through this without mauling this poor girl’s face off...or worse.

You had always done your homework in bed, never really needing a desk. You didn’t know at this moment whether that was a blessing or a curse. “Uhhh either one, doesn’t matter to me.” you shrug, desperately trying to pass off as super casual. You both stared at the bed for a second, the soft duvet, the silky sheets, the perfect headboard to hold onto for dear life as a certain someone fucks you through it...

“I think the floor would be bett-”

“How about the floor-?”

You both hastily talk over each other and then chuckle. Eddie scratches the back of his head, his Hellfire shirt hiking up juuust enough for a fraction of his happy trail to poke out. Jesus H. Christ, please give me the will power to make it through this night. Yours Eternally, Y/N

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You sat with your knees tucked underneath you and slightly to the side while Eddie opted for spreading his legs out, his one arm firmly planted behind him to stable himself.

You had both been quietly focused on your individual tasks for quite some time now, and honestly you felt proud of yourself for focusing on something that wasn’t Eddie for this long. You thought of another point to bring up in your project and went to pencil it down, but you didn’t grip it quite right and it fell to the hardwood floor. Clearly your pencil had a mind of its own, because it rolled straight into Eddie’s fingers.

You stared at his fingers spread flat across the floor, his rings practically hypnotizing you as they glittered in the warm yellow light of your bedroom. His veins crawled like ivy up his arm, reminding you of a long-forgotten Grecian statue. You were taking longer than excepted to retrieve your pencil, causing Eddie to look your way. He caught you mid-trance staring at his regular old hands, at least in his opinion. He picks up the pencil, tosses it into the air and catches it all in one smooth gesture before handing it out for you to take.

“Missing something?”he asked with a smug smile.

You’re still staring at his hands as you absentmindedly thank him and take your pencil. Your movement is very slow, and he watches you curiously. “You okay?” he asks with genuine concern.

“Hm? Oh!” just like Sleeping Beauty you awaken from your spell and shake your head. “I uhh, I was just looking at your rings. They’re really cool.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows and smiles wide, turning his body to face you better “Yeah?”

You nod enthusiastically and scooch a little closer to get a better look (any maybe just to be a little closer to him, too). “Yeah, I see you wear them all the time but I’ve never gotten to see them this close. I really like them.” Eddie holds the back of his hand up to his face and wiggles his fingers to inspect the rings himself. “I guess they are pretty sick, huh?” he jokes. He rolls his head to the side to look at you “Didn’t think you’d be into this kinda stuff...” his tone sounded like he was testing the waters for something else.

Picking up on his innuendo, you shrug and look up at him through thick lashes. “I’m into a lot of things...” Eddie’s heart spasms, as well as something much further down south. He chuckles and throws his head back, gazing up at the ceiling and biting his bottom lip. You can tell you made him blush, and he’s lucky you don’t break out into a cheer to celebrate. When he drops his head back down, he repositions himself so he sitting right in front you, feet still on the floor, knees bent up.

“Come here” he says, his eyes fixed on the task at hand which was removing his rings one by one. You slide a little closer so you’re in between his knees. You can feel the warmth of his legs and body radiating off of him. “Give me your hand” you do as he says without hesitation. He holds your wrist as he takes the first ring, a silver rectangle with a cross down the middle and a skull in each corner, and gently slips it down your pointer finger. The thing is huge and quickly falls to the underside of your finger. Eddie twists it back to the correct position and holds it there a second “this one I got at a uhhh garage sale... I think” he looks you in the eye as he explains, only looking away to put the next one on. The next is a silver pig’s head, he slips this one down your middle finger “ha...this one my uncle got for me. I think it was supposed to be a joke or something” he chuckles a little, making you do the same. The last one he treats with the most care as he slides it down your ring finger. Its’ a large, angry looking skull with sharp fangs. “Annnnd this one was my dad’s.” he doesn’t offer any more details than that, and you get the sense his dad is another topic for another day. He lets go of your wrist and raises his hands in the air as if to say “ta-da!”

You have to squeeze your fingers together tightly just to keep the rings upright. You rub over them with your other thumb, the cool silver feeling smooth against your skin. You can’t quite comprehend that you’re wearing Eddie’s rings, but you want to take in every detail, every chip, every worn edge, every contour. You’re never forgetting this.

“They suit you” Eddie is the first to break the silence. “Maybe I need to get one for you, unless you dig the oversized look” he jokes. “...They’re perfect...” you say without even really realizing what just came out of your mouth. Eddie blushes again, this time ducking his head and smiling at the ground, drumming the floorboards with his fingers.

He quickens the pace, ending with a crescendo of tapping. He groans and mutters “fuck” under his breath. He shakes his head and brings his hands up to rub his face. “What’s wrong?” you ask, elbowing the inside of his knee.

He drops his hands from his face and moves again so he’s sitting with his back against the side of your bed, leaving you crouched on your knees by yourself. He stares off “Nothing, nothing at all.” and chuckles to himself. His sudden withdrawal feels like a punishment, but you couldn’t tell what you had done wrong. “You’re really fucking perfect is all”, he adds as an afterthought. Then it clicks for you. You’re going to have to show him that he’s perfect too.

You leave his rings on your notebook before crawling over to him. You take a deep breath and straddle his lap. You could feel his cock pressing into your panties, poor thing has probably been hard all night. You carefully place his hands around your waist before resting yours on his chest. Eddie’s lips part as he stares up at you, fingers squeezing into you. “Eddie” you whine “I really like you.” You roll your hips to prove your point, the friction making you both moan.

He removes one hand from your hip up to your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He searches your eyes to make sure this is what you wanted. That you wanted him. Your lids heavy with lust, you bite your lip and nod at him. You knew exactly what he was looking for. He smiles before pulling you down into a kiss. His lips feel plush against yours and the feeling is intoxicating. He kisses you deeply, his hand rigid under your jaw. You begin to roll your hips again when he slides his tongue into your mouth. You think your eyes might roll into the back of your head, the combination bringing you pure ecstasy. He starts to buck his hips up into you, matching your rhythm as you makeout.

You break away from his lips to breathe, but Eddie takes the opportunity to sprinkle your face with little kisses. Your nose, your eyelids, your forehead, no where was safe. You feel a building pressure in your core, and deep need to be filled, stretched, licked, fucked, sucked, bitten, beaten WHATEVER. You just needed him. Every where. All at once. “Eddie...I- I need-” you began to whine. “Shhh I know, I know sweetheart. Ill take care of you.”

Eddie scoops you into his arms and stands you both up, still planting little kisses everywhere he could reach you. He gently drops you onto the bed. You giggle as you bounce into the mattress. He reaches over you to turn Mrs. Butterworth so the toy bunny is facing away from the indecent scene, “Sorry, Mrs. B” he jokes. Eddie returns to the foot of the bed and gets down on his knees, reaching out and pulling you by your hips to the edge of the mattress. Your legs dangle on either side of him, and you hug his waist with your thighs. You prop up on your elbows and try to take your top off. Eddie grabs your arms, your stomach the only body part exposed.

“Did I say you could take this off?” his sudden shift in tone made you so wet. You so badly wanted him to treat you like he was yours, like he deserved every inch of you, because he did.

“No, sir” you say without skipping a beat.

He smiles down at you, a little shocked by your confidence “That’s my girl. Keep it on. I wanna remember how your pussy tastes every time I see you in this uniform” he balls the fabric of your skirt into his fist before flipping the hem up to reveal your underwear. They were white cotton hipsters with a little yellow fabric rose on the waistband. There was already a growing wet patch over your entrance.

Eddie looks you over, sprawled open just for him. “You’re so fucking pretty, Y/N” he coos as he moves both hands up your inner thighs. He makes a triangle with his hands as he rests them on either side of  your pussy. He slowly rubs one thumb ever so gently over your slick hole and up to your clit through your underwear. You buck and whimper at the contact and he chuckles at your response. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll stop teasing you...eventually”

He shimmies your underwear down your legs, you’re not sure where they end up and you think you may have even seen him tuck them into his back pocket. The cold air makes you realize you must have been soaking, even your thighs feel wet. Eddie brings his thumb back to rub small circles around your clit as his other hand dips two fingers into your slick. He teases your entrance, only sliding a finger along your slit but never penetrating. “You’re being such a good girl for me” he praises.

You moan and whimper at every swipe, every caress, every flick. But you needed more. You try to move your hips against his fingers as he slides them up and down, but he freezes. He flips his hand over so its palm side up and holds out his two longest fingers. You realize he’s going to make you work for this. You scooch down so your pussy lines up perfectly with the tips of his fingers, and you slowly slide yourself onto them as he keeps still. You gasp when you hit his bottom knuckles. Eddie loves watching his fingers disappear inside of you, returning even more wet each time. “I’ve been thinking about you alllll day. You feel even better than I ever imagined” Eddie drawls, hypnotized by your body.

You slowly fuck yourself with his fingers. Gliding up and down, up and down. He hovers his thumb so each time you come back down it makes contact with your clit. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightens with each movement. You were starting to tire out, and Eddie noticed your movements were becoming sloppy. “My turn” he says before pumping his fingers into you, slowly building up speed until all you could do was lay there and take it. The sounds coming from your sopping cunt were downright sinful, and you began to cry out from the sensation. Eddie’s other hand clamps down over your mouth “I know sweetheart, I know. But I promised your mom we’d be quiet, remember?” He chuckles at his own joke. “Can you be quiet for me, sweet thing?” he asks you with those doe-eyes before his fingers turn demonic. He had been pumping in and out of you, but the next time he slid in he stayed put and started vibrating his fingers up and down inside you, hooking them up to ravish the sweet spot there.

 It makes your back arch and your toes curl and you think there's no way you’ll ever walk again. You slide your tongue along the outline of his fingers as a silent thank you and his eyes roll back into his head “Fuuuuuuck Y/N...alright that's it, you asked for it.” and without warning Eddie removes his fingers from your cunt only to replace them with his tongue. He tongue fucks you without mercy, lapping up your inner walls. You were so close to the edge “E-Eddie I’m- I’m gonna cum, please please Eddieee” you whimper. He removes his tongue “Yeah, sweetheart?” his fingers, welcome guests, return to wreak their havoc “make it a good one for me” he commands.

He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks and tongues and flicks and laps until you’re a shaking mess below him. You bring your own hand up to muffle your cries as you cum into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie slowly takes his fingers out of you, and you didn’t remember him slipping in a third. Seeing your slit ooze with pleasure, Eddie places his tongue flat against your entrance and gives you one last lick, which makes you jolt and giggle from the over stimulation. “Sorry, you just taste like heaven” he rasps before dramatically plopping onto the bed next to you.

You’re a wreck, and so is Eddie. You're both panting and sweaty, but he pulls you both up so you can lay your head on the pillows. You curl yourself up to rest your head on his chest instead and wrap your arm around his waist. He rests his cheek on your head, and brings his arm to lay on top of yours. Totally blissed out, neither of you wanting to leave this position.

“How does a sleepover sound?” you ask dreamily.

“Heavenly. But what about your mom?” Eddie asks, his eyes already closed. He’s running his fingers along your back.

“She’ll be too hungover in the morning to notice” you say. Even if she wasn’t, you’d do anything to have Eddie stay.

“Then I’ll stay as long as you want me” Eddie whispers in your ear and kisses the top of your head, giving you goosebumps.

You squeeze him in response. He truly had taken care of you, but what about him?

You let your hand lazily wander down to his belt buckle, but he places his hand over yours. “Don’t worry about it, this is all I want.” he reassures you.

“But I wanna make you feel good too” you offer sweetly. 

Eddie chuckles, causing your head to gently bob up and down on his chest. “You did make me feel good, sweetheart. Watching you cum made me feel like a fucking God.”

You look up at him and pout, he opens one eye when you don’t respond. “Alright, we’ll see if you’re still feeling generous when you come over to my place.”

You wiggle with glee in his arms, making him giggle and squeeze you even harder against him.

He yawns, causing you to yawn as well. He wraps the blanket over the both of you before whispering one last thing “Told ya I had a soft spot for cheerleaders”.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I’m down SO bad for Eddie and this came out much longer than intended lol. There may be a part 2?? Or not?? I guess I’ll see if y’all like this. I have a couple other ideas too so yeah...we’ll see :)