You Make Loving Fun: Part II
A collection of little Chrissy and Eddie moments that might turn a little smutty
Part II: i wanna be with you everywhere
The Wheelers get a pool.
A/N: More smut!! An excuse to indulge in the Walk Home Wheeler trope!! Also if anyone has suggestions for smutty stuff send me a message on here 🥰🥰 thank you for reading!!!!
Rated E- It’s smut my friends
Warning: Features very very brief and mild mentions of Chrissy’s ED.
Part I
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The Wheelers got a pool.
Nancy’s pissed, apparently, according to Steve. Why her parents would get an in-ground pool three months before she’s to move away for college is apparently beyond her, but Eddie finds it to be personally beneficial. It couldn’t be better timing, really, what with summer having started just a few weeks ago. The heat started to get out of control just after graduation, and Eddie and Wayne’s trailer doesn't have any air conditioning. He hasn’t been swimming in years, either, and he knows the Wheelers’ pool will be in pristine condition, much better than that damn public pool.
And, of course, it’s a perfect excuse to get his incredibly hot girlfriend in a bikini.
“I don’t know, Eddie,” she muses from his bathroom, the door shut tight. For someone who almost constantly has her hands on him, someone who initiates sex every chance she gets, she’s surprisingly self conscious. “I don’t think it fits.”
“Chrissy Cunningham,” he calls back, his tone playfully disappointing. “We’ve come too far for you to panic now. What would your therapist say?”
She sighs, and he knows it’s because she knows he’s right, so he smirks to himself.
“I know you look hot as hell, babe. Just come on out so you can prove me right, okay?”
“ Eddie, ” she scolds.
“Come onnn,” he encourages playfully, heading towards the door and giving it a light knock. “Lemme see.”
She walks out, but she’s wearing his Metallica t-shirt and her denim shorts, and he groans loudly, his hands grabbing for her waist. “Alright, I’m ready.”
“ Baby ,” he tries, tugging at the hem of her– his – shirt. “We don’t have to go. We can stay right here and I can bend you over the couch and–”
“No,” she laughs. “We’re going. You promised. And you were the one begging me to come out of the bathroom so we could go.”
He did. He told her that she could officially meet his friends, that he would officially introduce her as his girlfriend despite the response he knew he would get from those immature turds– if she came to the pool with him.
Honestly, he didn’t think she’d agree. Now he has to officially introduce her to Mike “The Cockblock” Wheeler. As if getting walked in on by him almost every time he tries to get it on with her wasn’t bad enough, he has to look him in the eye and admit that it was Chrissy’s ass he saw that one time, one time too many.
Mike’s still a cockblock when they arrive at the pool. His exclamations of disgust, thinly veiled as shock, along with everyone else’s, seriously got in the way of his thought process as he watched her timidly take his shirt off and slip herself gracefully into the warm water. But, at the end of the day, Chrissy Cunningham is his girlfriend whether his friends want to believe it or not, and it really didn’t take all that much to convince her to hang out with them, all things considered.
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She doesn’t want to get her hair wet, so she keeps it tied in a high ponytail, her bangs still too short to be secured in with the rest of it. In fact, all she really wants to do is relax, so she lies on a pool float with her sunglasses on and lets her eyes drift shut, completely unbothered by the commotion around her. And she doesn’t want to get a sunburn, so she made sure to put lotion all over her body and to ask him for help reaching her back. And if the rest of his friends weren’t here, he would bring her into the small tiki bar the Wheelers installed and bend her over one of the stools.
They were all stunned when he even mentioned bringing someone along to the small party Mike and the kids were throwing. At first, when he said he was going to bring his girlfriend, they were silent for a moment before bursting into a chorus of laughter that made him roll his eyes. It was too cliche, really, and just more proof that they all think that they’re living in a movie or something. So he just shrugged, rather than getting offended, and chose to simply prove them wrong.
And prove them wrong, he did, each of their mouths dropping to the ground as he walked in with Chrissy Cunningham on his arm.
Well, really, he was on her arm. She’s got him wrapped around her perfect, slender fingers.
Robin was the first to speak up, snapping her mouth shut once before opening it again and practically shouting, “What the hell?”
“Robin,” he warned.
“What are you doing with him? ”
“ Robin!” Nancy argued that time.
Chrissy just laughed–she’s a good sport like that. She laughed and tightened her arm in his and leaned closer to him, resting her head on his bicep and gazing up at him dreamily. “I like him,” she said simply.
Now, he’s supposed to be playing volleyball or something, but he can’t seem to focus. Firstly, because he isn’t sure how they can call it volleyball when they’re using a beachball, and secondly, because Chrissy Cunningham is practically naked and very wet and all lotioned up and he finds it difficult to keep his shorts on.
He takes the ball to the side of his head when she slides off her pool float, her breasts bouncing with the momentum and his mouth watering with want.
“Jesus Christ, Eddie,” he hears, and he rolls his eyes because the sound isn’t coming from her and it’s not because she’s panting with a need for more. “Keep it in your pants, seriously.”
“It’s in my pants, Henderson,” he snaps back, picking up the ball and spiking it at Dustin.
“How long has this been going on?” he asks, and Steve and Lucas both look up casually as if trying to pretend like they’re not burning with the same question.
“A while,” he shrugs.
“Like, at least three months,” Mike Wheeler mumbles under his breath, and Eddie forces his hand just beneath the surface of water to splash him as hard as he can. “Hey!”
“You knew?!” Dustin asks in horror.
“I mentioned it already!”
“We thought you were messing with us,” Lucas argued.
“Yeah, and you all berated me for days after; why would I mention it again? Plus, it’s not like they’ve been hiding it! It’s like they’re humping each other every chance they get! I’ve seen way too much of… Eddie… the last few months!”
“Ew, Mike!”
“Why ew, me?! Eddie’s the horny one!”
“Don’t say horny,” Steve begs.
“What a weird couple,” Dustin exclaims, shaking his head, and Eddie splashes him too.
Weird, indeed, he thinks. And that’s just the way he likes it.
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Chrissy’s been really working on herself for the last couple of months. She didn’t want to come today because she’s never felt comfortable in a bathing suit, but then she reminded herself that she’s never been comfortable naked in front of anyone, either. Eddie makes her feel comfortable at every turn, to the point where she surprises herself almost daily, and today was no exception.
Because she decided to come to the pool party that Nancy Wheeler’s little brother was throwing, and she decided to wear her pink bikini, and she decided that if she’s going to work on herself, part of that has to include challenging herself, too. At least, that’s what her therapist has told her.
Eddie hasn't stopped telling her how proud of her he is, and she’s even starting to believe him. Getting away from her mother was bold enough, her decision to leave right after graduation solidified by the reaction she got from her mom upon finding out that she’s dating the freak. She was shocked when his uncle let her stay with them for the summer– mostly because she knows Wayne knows what they get up to when he’s at work– but Eddie wouldn’t stop telling him what a big deal it was for her to leave. And Wayne seems to believe in her too, almost as much as Eddie does, and she can see where he gets his spirit from.
Then, when she started seeing her therapist, he was so excited for her that he picked her up and started spinning her around, praising her and telling her how happy he is to see her working on herself. And sure, getting praised by him is sexy and it helps her get off, but it also warms her heart and helps her sleep at night. So she finds herself working harder each day, and then she finds that she likes this healing version of herself, so she keeps working and the cycle continues.
Plus, he promised she could put his hair in a bun.
So she put on the bikini, and she fought against those thoughts that made her want to hunch over the toilet, and Eddie kissed every inch of her before they left to come to the pool. And then he grazed his hands over her back as he rubbed her suntan lotion in and she shivered, wanting to beg him to bring her inside but shaking it off to do the socially acceptable thing.
“So,” Robin says, dragging her from her thoughts and making her open her eyes, doing a casual backstroke through the deep end of the pool and staring at Chrissy with her eyes wide and curious. “Eddie Munson. And Chrissy Cunningham.”
Chrissy can’t stop the smile, her cheeks going pink. She nods, “Mhmm.”
“It’s a very… interesting pairing,” Robin continues.
“Robin,” Nancy warns.
“I’m just sayin! When Eddie said he pulled you out of Vecna’s curse, we all kind of thought you’d be going back to Jason eventually…”
“Well,” Chrissy shrugs. She slips into the water, her feet not reaching the bottom of the pool, so she leans her upper body on the float and kicks her feet lightly. “I don’t know. After everything, I just kind of realized that Jason and I were… wrong together.”
“And you and Eddie are… right… together?” Max asks, swimming up behind her and surprising her, leaning against the other side of the pool float with her.
“Yeah,” she answers with a shy, soft smile. “We are.”
And they are. In fact, she never thought she would ever feel so right with someone. But when Eddie pulled her from Vecna’s curse and made sure that she was okay, made sure that she felt safe that night, made sure that she felt loved , she knew. She knew it was Eddie’s voice along with that Fleetwood Mac song playing over his stereo that pulled her from that nightmare, and she knew from that moment that she never wanted to go a day without hearing him say her name.
That was the first time she really put herself first, when she went to Jason soon after and told him they were through. And even with the horror and trauma of being under Vecna’s thumb, of fighting him and winning, she knows she’s never been happier than she has been every moment since that night in Eddie’s trailer.
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“Hi, baby.”
The sun is setting behind them, the sky pink like cotton candy and her bathing suit. They’re the only ones left in the pool aside from Mike and Lucas, still in the deep end and diving for weights. Everyone else is behind the tiki bar with Steve using the blender, making virgin daiquiris for the kids and spiked ones for everyone else. It’s been a perfect day.
He kisses the skin behind her ear, sending a shiver down her spine despite the warmth from the waning sun. His voice is low, practically a growl. “Having fun?”
Aright, it’s been an almost perfect day.
“Yeah,” she says breathily, pulling down her sunglasses and peering over them at him. When she sees his big, bright eyes like melted chocolate on a s’mores, she grins at him and shifts to face him, not even caring that her hair gets wet. “You?”
“Lots,” he growls. He moves around her slightly so that he’s at her waist, his elbow leaning on the float and his other arm draped across her hips, squeezing where his hand lies. “Although, I think I’m in danger.”
She sits up too quickly, sloshing water over herself even though her belly had been dry for a while. “What?” she asks in concern, and his smile grows impossibly wider.
He takes her hands, pulling her close to him and then softly encouraging her to lie back down on the float. “Can we both fit on here?”
“I don’t think so,” she laughs.
“Lemme try it. Spread your legs.”
“Eddie!” She shouts as he pushes her knees apart and jumps between them, the float failing and practically dunking the two of them. She almost goes under, but his hands land on her ass and catch her, pulling her close and wrapping her legs around his waist, his smile impish and mischievous as his hands slide up her back beneath the water. “Eddie,” she scolds.
“Chrissy,” he mimics, scrunching his nose at her and bumping it against her own. “I’m sorry, you just look so fucking sexy. I had to–” He cuts himself off, squeezing her ass playfully and bumping his hips against hers as he slaps her beneath the water, the action not having quite the desired effect, but it’s the thought that counts.
“You said you’re in danger?” she asks expectantly, her fingers pulling the hair at the back of his head that’s fallen from the loose bun he still wears. She likes how his bangs don’t stay in well, and she realizes that they kind of match in that regard, and she thinks it’s cute.
“Ah, yes,” he says seriously, nodding like he’s just remembered. “I’m in danger of drowning, I think. I’m bottom-heavy.”
“What?” she laughs.
He leans forward, pulling her close to himself, one hand at the base of her neck and the other at the small of her back. His lips hover over the shell of her ear and he whispers, “My cock is so hard for you, it’s weighing–”
“ Eddie! ”
“It’s true!” he laughs, and she laughs with him, but she gasps when he thrusts up against her again. “See?”
“I do,” she breathes. Her mouth is so close to his that she can feel the heat of his breath against her lips. “But we probably shouldn’t… here.”
He hums, his tongue light against her neck as she lets out a soft moan, her eyes rolling back and her hips rolling against his. If she wasn’t in the pool already, she’d probably have soaked through her bikini by now, but she lets that thought pass her by.
“Where, then?” he asks in her ear before he bites it. “Where can I take you, baby? Or are you gonna let me put my fingers in you right here so I can see how perfect you look when you’re wet and hot and about to come?”
“Fuck,” she breathes. “No, not here, we’re at a party; everyone’s–”
He slips his fingers over the material of her bikini, brushing her sensitive clit, kissing her when she bites out a moan. “Let’s leave, then,” he suggests.
“Hey!”
He always complains about Mike Wheeler, and she’s always yelling at him for it, trying to get him to be nice to the poor kid. He doesn’t deserve to be yelled at, she tells him. But then she finds herself in this position, and she realizes that the last thing she wants to hear right now is Mike Wheeler’s voice, and she kind of gets it.
“No funny business in the new pool!”
And, well, that pretty much convinces her.
“Sorry!” She calls, giggling softly and giving Eddie a quick kiss. “I’m gonna go change, probably in the upstairs bathroom,” she whispers in his ear. “Maybe you can come find me in a couple minutes.”
“What are you changing into?”
“I think you’re more interested in knowing what I’m changing out of.”
If the flush to his cheeks and the wideness in his eyes and the tent in his swim trunks are any indication, she’s completely right.
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All he can say is: thank god Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler are out of town, and thank god they brought their kid with them.
Otherwise, they would be in big trouble, what with them making out in the upstairs hallway and slamming into the bathroom door way too hard.
The door wasn’t latched, though. Chrissy falls into the room and he catches her, holding her against him before turning them around and pressing her back against the door once he closes it. “Fuck, baby,” he says against her, and she whimpers. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all damn day.”
“How come?” she asks, and it almost kills him, how much she loves when he talks to her like this.
“Because you’re so fucking hot,” he tells her, gripping her thigh so that her knee cradles his hip and pushing her more firmly into the door. “And god damn beautiful and perfect. This little pink thing you're wearing barely covers your perfect tits, baby.”
She giggles and moans somehow, her breath catching as he squeezes her breast. She turns her head, cheek against the door behind her, and he bites her neck and he earns a shocked gasp that he wasn’t expecting. But then she’s slapping her hand against his shoulder and he backs away quickly, eyes flying open in concern for her until he sees what she’s seeing.
A fucking Pamela Anderson poster.
They’re not in the bathroom.
“What,” he says. “Ew, fu- what the fuck!”
“Eddie! You said the bathroom!”
“I thought this was the bathroom!”
“I think it’s Mike’s room.”
“I can see that! God dammit, Wheeler! Leave it to that twerp to kill my boner for the second time this week.”
“Eddie,” she scolds softly.
“I don’t wanna know why that is on the back of his door, across from his bed .”
She laughs. “I think you already know.”
“ Chrissyyy, ” he whines pathetically, and she brushes his unruly hair away from his eyes.
“Come on,” she laughs, taking his hand and opening the door, peaking out into the hallway and smirking back at him as she squeezes his hand. The string that should hold her bikini top together is loose, about to fall open, and he wants to tug at the end of it so that she spills right out, but he holds back, still traumatized by Mike Wheeler.
But she pokes around the hall, a little more purposely this time now that she’s not dealing with the distraction of his hands all over her, and she finds the bathroom door, smirking back at him again as she opens it and pulls him inside. Then she presses his back to the door just like he had done to her, and she slides down onto her knees, and he’s done for.
“Do you taste like chlorine?” she asks, the question random enough to make him laugh and almost forget about the sight that made him want to bleach his eyes.
“I might,” he agrees. “Is that a massive turn off for you?”
She shrugs, too casually for the way she unties the small bow that holds his swim trunks up on his hips. “I guess we’ll find out.”
She isn’t shy as she drags her tongue flat along the underside of his cock, from the base all the way to the tip which she sucks between her lips and then releases. Even if he had softened slightly at the sight of Pamela Anderson on the back of Mike Wheeler’s door, she’s made up for it tenfold as she lightly grasps the base of him and wraps her lips around him once more.
He makes a sound that’s somewhere between a groan and a sigh, his head falling backwards against the posterless door behind him, and he can feel her soft giggle in the back of her throat. “Shit, baby,” he breathes, unable to stop himself from talking. In fact, he can never seem to shut up when he’s with her. “You’re so fucking good at that.”
She likes it when he says things like that to her. She likes it when he reaches down and cups her wide-open jaw, his thumb gently caressing her cheek while she fills her mouth with him. She likes it when he tells her what a good job she’s doing, what a good girl she’s being. And he’s fucking obsessed with doing those things for her.
They're a perfect match, honestly.
She moans as she pulls him deep into her throat, her eyes watering as she stares up at him, her fingernails sharp against his ass as she holds him close to her. “That’s it,” he praises, as if she isn’t the one who has him basically in a chokehold. “Such a good girl, aren’t you? You take me so well in your throat, don’t you baby?”
Her whine vibrates against his tip and he has to throw his head back again, although he wants nothing more than to keep watching her. But then he remembers they have to be quick, that they’re in the Wheeler’s upstairs bathroom and she’s supposed to be changing and he’s supposed to be having a smoke break, so he looks back down at her and holds her jaw still, giving her a smirk when she pouts up at him.
“Later,” he promises. “I need to fuck you.”
She releases him with a pop, grinning up at him like a vixen as she licks her lips, and he takes her hands and pulls her into a standing position, turning her so she’s back against the door again. “Quick and dirty?” she asks knowingly, and he pinches her hip.
“Maybe, if that’s what you deserve for making my mouth water all day long. I think you knew exactly what you were doing, sweetheart.”
“Of course I did,” she confirms as he pulls her swimsuit down, exposing her ass and her dripping core.
“Did that make you wet?” he asks, falling to his knees before her as if they have any time for this. “Did sucking my dick make you wet, too?”
“Always,” she breathes, whimpering when he licks a strip through her arousal and slamming her hand against the door when he sucks her clit between his lips. “Fuck, we dont–”
“I know,” he says against her, swirling his tongue over her once, twice, three more times before he’s on his feet again and lifting her knees to wrap her around his hips. He kisses her solidly, the taste of each of them mixing together perfectly on their tongues, and then he feels her small, deft hand reaching between them and lining him up perfectly to her entrance. “So perfect,” he breathes into her mouth, and she sighs softly.
“I know,” she repeats back to him with a nod, her forehead against his. He knows just what she means; while he was referring to every aspect of her, she’s referring to the fact that the connection they have to one another is perfect .
He almost tells her, with his forehead pressed to hers, the perfect pointed tip of her nose running along the bridge of his, that he loves her. It’s been on the tip of his tongue for so long, probably too long, because he fell for her practically the moment he saw her shaken and terrified in the woods that afternoon. Immediately he found himself wanting to scoop her into his arms and hold her until she felt better, and then, that’s exactly what he did that night when she fell from the ceiling with no broken bones and her eyes still intact in her skull.
He held back in the woods because of Jason. But later that night, nothing could have stopped him from holding her and crying with her and kissing her head, her nose, her cheeks, her lips. He’s loved her since then, but he can’t tell her. Not yet, anyway. She’s been through too much. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm her, so he stays quiet.
Instead, he plunges into her when she urges him to, practically begging him to take her, to thrust into her, to drive her against the door. She likes it like this, rough and soft all at once, his words harsh but loving, his thrusts forceful but tender. It’s when she clings to him the hardest and moans into his ears the loudest.
No loud moaning tonight, though, he reminds himself. He latches his lips to hers to keep her quiet, hips pistoning quickly to bring her to ecstasy before their absence is noticed. She cries out into his mouth when his fingers trace along her clit, his name falling from her lips in no time as she starts to squeeze around him and plummet off the edge of the cliff they’ve been on together all day long.
Hell, they’re always there together. They can’t get enough of one another.
They come together, both of them struggling to stay quiet as the pleasure takes over. She curses against him, and he loves the fact that she’s been cursing more and more these last few months, although still only when she’s turned on. She pulls his hair almost too much, but he doesn’t mind. Her strong thighs crush his hips between them and the pressure brings him along with her.
Her moans turn to sighs, soft pants against his sweat-slicked neck. She releases her nails from the back of his shoulders and he misses the sharp reminder of her, reveling in the indents she’ll leave behind. He almost says it.
“ God ,” she breathes, and he smirks, because Chrissy Cunningham would never have used the Lord’s name in vain three months ago. She’d say he’s corrupting her, and she’d say it with a grin on her face. “We have to get back.”
“Nooo,” he pleads, holding her tight, silently begging her not to drop her feet to the floor but letting her go anyway. “What if I get horny again?”
“There’s another bathroom in the basement,” she smirks as she bends for her small bag and pulls out her denim shorts.
He punches up into the air and she laughs. “Chrissy Cunningham, you’re a freak.”
She giggles once his Metallica t-shirt covers her again and leans up to press a soft kiss to his lips, one that he’d be a fool not to return, and it strikes him that he still can’t even move to pull his trunks back up.
“I’m a freak for you, Eddie Munson.”
The glares they get when they return, Chrissy getting downstairs just a minute after he pretends to return from his van, are well earned. Even if their friends don’t know that they almost accidentally fucked in Mike’s room, and even if they don’t know that they did fuck in the Wheeler’s upstairs bathroom, they know they were up to something. Two people don’t just leave a party for 15 minutes at the same time and return with a post-sex glow.
Dustin glares the hardest. Mike gags. Steve and Robin exchange looks, and he passes her a five dollar bill.
But then they start a fire in the pit behind the pool deck and Nancy hands out blankets, and Chrissy curls up into his side because she wants to be close to him. She wants to feel his arm solid and warm around her as he holds her. She wants to nuzzle her cheek into his collarbone and grin against his sunburnt skin. She wants to laugh with his friends and roast marshmallows and actually eat one, and she wants to joke with Dustin about how Eddie talks in his sleep.
She wants to spend time with him, and what's more, she wants to spend time with his friends. And he loves her. Soon, he knows he’ll get to a point where he can’t hold it in anymore, but for now, he’ll keep holding her close and making her smile, making sure she can feel it. For now, he’ll ensure that she knows it as fact so that she believes him without a doubt when he finally says it.
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