One-Hit Wonder
- Part I -
Pairing: Baby Daddy!Eddie Munson x Pregnant!Reader
Summary: After a heated one-time hookup, you find yourself pregnant by none other than your best friend Eddie Munson.
Content Warning: 18+ Smut, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Digital Penetration (Fingering), Oral (F receiving), Oral (M receiving), Sexual Acts, Slight-Voyeurism/Public-Sex, Sexual/Suggestive Language, Foul Language/Swearing, Mentions of Abortion, Attempted Abortion, Pregnancy (obviously), Quasi-Cheating (Sort of?), Messy Love Triangle (I guess?), Slight ED (Eddie can’t get it up), Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Co-Parenting, Mentions of Toxic Relationships (On Again, Off Again), Slight Betrayal (Eddie Being an Idiot), Slight Angst, Slight Slut-Shaming (Not Reader), Vomiting, Violence, Slight Gore.
A/N: Content warning tags are for the series storyline as a whole and may not show up in every chapter. Just want to cover all my bases.
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6 Weeks
Eddie fucking Munson and that dreaded fucking ponytail.
You told yourself over and over again that this couldn't be happening. That it wasn't happening. But, oh, was it happening. The two bold pink lines on the end of the pregnancy test confirmed it. Pregnant. With Eddie Munson's little fucking demon seed. How could you let this happen? Oh, right. You knew exactly how this happened. You remembered every little detail of it. All of it.
You remembered how you cried out in pleasure against his lips as you climaxed. You remembered the way you yanked on that godforsaken fucking ponytail, using it as a rein as he went down on you. You remembered the sweet little grunts he made as he pounded you relentlessly into your mattress- talking you through your orgasm like it was the biggest achievement of his fucking life. How he had gasped loudly as he spilled deep inside of you. Well, you thought, now you have a souvenir.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
No, you thought, shaking your head. It was all a sick fucking joke. You could not be pregnant with your best friend's baby. You absolutely did not have rebound sex with him after Chrissy Cunningham dumped him cold on Valentine's Day. Just for her to take him back not even three days later. But that was all just wishful thinking. Because it was true. All of it.
Okay, it was definitely far too late for Plan B. The baby was already conceived. There was no changing that. Dear god, why didn't you use a condom? Eddie's words immediately come back to you, echoing in your head from that night.
"Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good..."
It was enough for you to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in to sink further into you- his body shivering at the action.
"Fuck! Never felt something so tight. Christ, don't make me pull out. Please."
And, like the idiot you were, you ate it up. Listening to his needy whines and moans as you reveled in his dirty little praises.
"So fucking tight, baby. So fucking wet for me. Tell me you're wet for me."
"Yes, Eddie! S-so wet for you. Only you. Want you to fuck me harder!"
“Yeah? Is that how you like it, sweetheart? Nice and rough? Huh? Say it for me…”
You thought back on how he had shown up on Valentines night with a bouquet of wilted red roses in his hand. His hair pulled back in that ponytail that made you weak in the knees. He was in a crisp black button down shirt. One that was ironed. His nicest pair of black jeans. He was wearing cologne for god’s sake. You had a harmless little crush on Eddie since the 7th grade but seeing the way he looked on your doorstep caused it to turn into a full-blown frenzy.
Before you could ask him what he was doing there and not at Enzo’s sitting across from his girlfriend Chrissy Cunningham at a romantic dinner for two, he was already storming past you and into your apartment- slumping down onto your couch.
“Well, that was a fucking disaster.” He announces, tossing the bouquet onto the coffee table.
“What happened?” You ask, watching the scowl on Eddie’s face as you followed him back into your living room.
“Well,” Eddie sighed, burying his face in his hands “She dumped me. Again.”
“What?” You ask “Why?”
“I don’t even know anymore. Something about me never taking her seriously. Never being serious. She’s been this way ever since The Hideout thing last week.”
Right, you remembered. The girl at The Hideout who was all over Eddie- who was too drunk to push her away. It had been a whole scene. Chrissy saw the way that the girl relentlessly flirted with Eddie while he did nothing to stop it. To be fair, Eddie was so oblivious that he didn’t even know that the girl was flirting with him. Not until Chrissy had decided she had enough and stormed out of the bar.
“How was I supposed to know that girl was trying to fuck me?” Eddie throws up his hands in exasperation “I’m still surprised that Chrissy wants to fuck me and we’ve been dating for over a year now.”
“I mean, that girl was coming onto you pretty hard.” You admit, earning you an incredulous look from Eddie “Don’t give me that look! I’m not saying that I’m on Chrissy’s side. I just don’t know how you missed the hint when that girl did everything but pounce on you.”
“Whatever.” Eddie grumbles “My point is that I always do something wrong even when I don’t do anything at all. I just don’t know what she wants from me.”
“I’m sorry, Eds.” You commiserate, walking over and plopping down on the couch next to him “I’m sure she’ll be over it soon. She usually doesn’t stay angry for long, right?”
“I just….” Eddie groans “I’m starting to wonder if I even want this anymore.”
“Whoa.” You reply, completely taken aback “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I…fuck, I don’t know.” Eddie mutters “Chrissy used to be fun. Don’t get me wrong, I love her, but the last few months have felt like….I just don’t know if I’m happy anymore.”
“Are you saying that you want to break up with her?” Your heart beats fast in your chest at his admission. You liked Chrissy. You really did. But you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief upon hearing that Eddie was growing bored of her. You’d never admit it but you were jealous of Chrissy. You were envious of her for having the boy that you’ve loved since the 7th grade.
“Well, I mean, she kinda already did it for me.” Eddie scoffs “But maybe this time I won’t chase after her. Not when I don’t even know if it’s worth it anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Eds.” You frown, your heart breaking at how defeated he was “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“You can distract me.” He suggests “Keep my mind off of her. Getting dumped on Valentine’s Day is kinda fuckin’ embarrassing.”
“Okay.” You nod, biting your lip “Do you…wanna watch a movie? Or something?”
“Sure.” Eddie looks at you, a soft closed-lip smile spreading across his face “Yeah. That sounds nice. I could use some snuggles from my favorite lady.”
The admission leaves your cheeks blazing as you watch Eddie kick off his boots, resting his feet on your coffee table.
“So, uh, what do you wanna watch?” You stammer, trying to look away from him as he unknowingly lounges in front of you like the Sex God that he was. Not that you would know. Well, not from experience. However, you have heard several rumors throughout the years.
“Lady’s choice.” He replies “Pick whatever you want.”
Eddie watches you as you walk over to your stack of VHS tapes, flipping through them until you found something you wanted to watch. Since it was Valentine’s Day and you were such a hopeless romantic, you had picked Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Eddie, however, wishes that you hadn’t picked so quickly. Not when he wanted to enjoy the view of you a little longer- kneeling down on the floor in front of your television stand, bending a little to read the titles on the low shelf as those teeny tiny little shorts of yours rode up little-by-little. Exposing the bottom of your ass enough to cause him to stifle his hungry groans.
“Got it!” You announce, waving the VHS tape in the air triumphantly “This okay?” You ask.
Eddie nods, not caring about whatever chick-flick that you planned to pop in the VCR. Not that he’d be paying much attention to it with you curled up next to him dressed like that. Sexy little hotpants that stretched tightly across your ass. Black tank top with no bra on underneath. He hoped that he’d at least be able to control himself enough to not allow a certain guest to make a surprise appearance.
You run to your room and grab a blanket, flipping off the living room lights before joining Eddie on the couch. You sat a good distance away. Maybe five inches on so apart. Not far but not close enough for Eddie to be satisfied- and he noticed immediately.
“What are you doing all the way over there?” He asks, furrowing is eyebrows as you tuck your legs underneath you on the couch.
“C’mere. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.” He jokes.
But that was Eddie. Always joking even though you wished he wasn’t. It was cruel. Not that it was his fault, he didn’t know the way that you felt but his innocent flirting definitely didn’t help the horrible crush you had on him. The fact that he belonged to someone else.
“Ha.” You reply, rolling your eyes at him as your lips curl into a smile “Funny.”
“I’m not joking, sweetheart. Come over here. I’m lonely.” He pleads “So, so lonely. How could you leave me over here all alone and cold?”
You shake your head, rolling your eyes. If there was anything to be said about Eddie, it was that he was definitely dramatic.
You scoot closer, now only two inches apart but that still wasn’t enough. He wanted you closer. Eddie would never admit it, especially when he had only been dumped by his girlfriend an hour earlier, but he would have you in his lap if it were up to him.
With an impatient huff, he throws his left around you, moving it down to your waist so they he could draw you closer. Without warning, he tugs you closer, causing you to tip over- falling into his side as his arm clutched your waist. Your breath almost hitches as his thumb begins to rub against your waist, right above your hip.
“There.” He smirks “Much better.”
You felt like you had a lump in your throat as you swallow nervously, letting your body adjust against his so that you were nestled up against him- your head resting against his chest. You had cuddled with Eddie before- it wasn’t something new. However, this time, something felt different. Unlike all of the other times where you innocently huddled up close to him as you let your body relax- something about this cuddle session held tension. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
Maybe you were overthinking things. Maybe this was just like every other time but it was you who was making it weird. You worried that Eddie could sense it- your nervousness. As the movie starts, you turn your head to look up at him. His eyes were on the TV, absent-mindedly tracing circles into your skin that his thumb was rubbing against. He seemed unfazed. Just like every other time you’ve shared a friendly cuddle. Maybe it was you.
You let your body relax, choosing to switch off your mind as you melt into him. You even nuzzle the side of your face into his chest as you allow yourself to get more comfortable. Before you know it, your hand is creeping up to his chest- resting your palm there before you absentmindedly stroke the fabric of his shirt with your finger.
“This looks nice on you, by the way.” You whisper, your eyes zoning in on the opening credits as Audrey Hepburn stands in front of a shop window- peering at a display full of diamonds.
“Yeah?” Eddie mutters, turning his head to look down at you as you watch the movie.
“Mhm.” You hum “You smell nice too. New cologne?”
“Yeah.” Eddie answers “Bought it for the occasion. Y’know, before I got dumped.”
“Well,” you reply quietly “Chrissy Cunningham doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
And how could Eddie argue with that? Maybe Chrissy was missing out. But then again, if she hadn’t broken up with him tonight, would he be here right now with you? Snuggled up close on your couch as he indulged himself in the lingering sweet scent of your shampoo. He doubts it. In a way, he’s kind of glad. At least, with you, he didn’t have to sit up straight at a dinner table as he pretended to be civilized- eating over-priced food. Then it hit him. What the hell were you doing all by yourself on Valentine’s Day?
“Sweetheart?” Eddie whispers, turning his head to bury his nose in your hair. Strawberry shampoo. With hints of that vanilla scented body wash that he sometimes used when he showered at your place. Which wasn’t often. Maybe only once or twice. Yet, he couldn’t help but remember how the scent lingered on his skin the rest of the day- catching whiffs of himself that made his eyes flutter shut as if he were smelling you.
“Hm?” You answer, transfixed on the movie even though you’ve seen it a million times.
“You didn’t go out tonight?”
The question pulled your attention.
“Uh-uh.” You answer, Eddie noting how your voice carried a hint of disappointment “No date.”
“Why not?” He further interrogates “What about that guy? The one with the-“
“David?”
“Yeah.” Eddie replies, hoping that you couldn’t sense him scowling “Him. What happened to him?”
“I don’t know.” You sigh “Just didn’t work out, I guess. He asked if we could ‘still be friends’”
“Are you still friends?”
“Fuck no.” You reply, causing Eddie to snort out a laugh.
“Well, his loss.” He declares “Darryl doesn’t know what the fuck he’s missing.”
“David.” You correct, giggling against Eddie’s chest- causing him to smile.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”
You both fall silent, focusing again on the movie as the scene of Holly’s party plays out on the screen. You watch the way that Paul Varjak looks at Holly- like she had hung the moon and the stars herself. You couldn’t help but wonder when you would find a man that looked at you like that. A distant dream that felt so far away. You were tired of being the single friend.
Nancy had Jonathan. There was El and Mike. Max and Lucas. Even Dustin had a girlfriend that he met at Camp Know Where. Then there was Robin who was hopelessly in love with Vicki. Steve technically was single but he often kept a string of girls behind him- a new flavor of the week. Lastly there was Eddie and Chrissy. High school sweethearts that seemed to constantly be on the rocks but at least he had someone. You were the odd one out.
You tried not to let it get to you but by the time that the scene of Holly Golightly singing Moon River on the fire escape started to play, you were on the brink of bawling your eyes out. You held in your sobs, trying not to let your body shake as you laid against Eddie. Why the hell did you have to pick a romance? You should’ve just popped in Grease. Or The Karate Kid.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey. Are you crying?” Eddie looks down, feeling the wetness of your tears through his shirt.
“No…” You lie, a sob escaping your lips.
Well, you thought, so much for that.
“What’s going on? Why are you crying?” Eddie questions, his brows pinched with worry as he turns to look at you “Speak to me, sweetheart.”
“I- I’m fine.” You hiccup “I don’t wanna talk about it. It’s embarrassing.”
“What’s embarrassing? I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.”
Oh, Eddie. Always wanting to help even though there was nothing that he could do about the way that you were feeling. It was something he just couldn’t fix.
“It’s fine. I’m fine.” You sniff “Let’s just finish the movie.”
“Fuck the movie, sweetheart.” Eddie says “Talk to me. Is it something that I did? Did I say something to upset you? Was it….fuck…is it because I brought up Devon?”
“David.” You sob “No, it’s not that. Well, I mean…sort of. I…can we just drop it? I don’t even know why I’m crying. This is so stupid.”
“S’not stupid.” Eddie counters, getting up from the couch so that he could kneel on the floor in front of you, preventing you for turning away and hiding from him. “Please tell me what’s wrong? Maybe I can fix it?”
“No!” You wail “You can’t fix it!”
“I can’t if I don’t know what it is.” Eddie argues, reaching for your hand as takes it in both of his, bringing it to his lips as he presses a kiss to it.
“Tell me what’s wrong?”
If only Eddie knew that he would be spending his Valentine’s Day- supposedly the most “romantic”day of the year- trying to figure out why seemingly every woman in his life was upset with him. What a fucking day.
“I don’t want to be alone.” You cry, launching forward to bury your face into Eddie’s chest- sobbing uncontrollably.
Fuck, Eddie thought.
“What?” He asks, trying to figure out what you were talking about “Sweetheart, you’re not alone. I’m right here.”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying!” You whine “I’m tired of being single. I’m tired of dating around. I’m tired of not having someone who loves me.”
“What are you talking about?” Eddie shakes his head, confused. “I love you.”
“Yeah,” you snivel “But not like that. Not the way that Robin loves Vicki. How Nancy and Jonathan love each other. Not the way that you love Chrissy.”
“Oh.” Eddie replies, completely dumbfounded.
“I just don’t get it. Am I unlovable? I go on all these dates and just…nothing. Things just end badly or they just stop talking to me. It’s like…there’s something wrong with me.”
“Hey! Stop that.” Eddie orders, grabbing your face in his hands as he forces you to look at him “You don’t say shit like that. There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing. You hear me?”
“But what if-“
Your objection was immediately stolen by Eddie pressing his lips against yours. Crashing into you hard enough to jolt you backwards- leaving you completely stunned. Eddie was kissing you. Your best friend’s lips were on your lips and you swore that your body was going haywire.
It ended as quickly as it happened, leaving you reeling as you stared back at him- unblinking. Eddie stared back at you, wondering why in the hell he had just kissed you. Friends don’t kiss friends. Not even best friends. Especially not when one of them was going through a fresh breakup and the other was emotionally vulnerable. What the fuck was he thinking?
“Shit.” Eddie panics “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s okay.” You cut him off, averting eye contact “We’ll just pretend it didn’t happen.”
As soon as you suggested it, Eddie’s heart sank. What if he didn’t want to pretend that it didn’t happen?
“Yeah. Right.” He stammers “You’re right.”
A moment passes where the two of you just stared back at each other, not knowing where to go from there. Yet, the both of you felt an unbearable tension. Something electric between you. You open your mouth to speak, Eddie watching your lips part and it felt like something within him finally snaps. You could sense it.
“Fuck it.” He breaks, his body colliding into yours as he kisses you again- hard and fast. He groans against your mouth, guttural and animalistic. His hands were everywhere. He didn’t know what to do with them so they were everywhere. Grabbing, kneading, stroking, caressing. Every inch of you that he could get ahold of.
He wastes no time deepening the kiss, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip as you allow him access- his tongue quickly dominating yours as he makes out with you. Eddie clearly knew how to kiss. You, on the other hand, still felt like you were in shock- your hands placed hesitantly on each of his biceps as he attacked your mouth, grabbing the back of your neck to kiss you even deeper. As if he wasn’t close enough- as if he wanted to be skin-to-skin with you. Without warning, he pulls away, just for a moment.
“Touch me.” He pants.
“W-what?” You stutter, watching him eye you down with a hungry glare.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He growls “Put your arms around my neck, grab my shirt, pull my fucking hair if you want. Just give me something.” He urges.
He grabs at your wrists, bringing them up to wrap around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in to devour your lips once again.
You grab onto the hair at the nape of his neck, daring to get a bit rougher with him. The action immediately earns you a low growl. The sound ripped right through you, immediately making you wet as you yanked him closer to you.
“There she is,” He smirks against your lips “Atta girl.”
The praise leaves you breathless, going straight to your heat as you ball up the fabric of his shirt in your hands. He works his lips against your mouth as if he’s in heat. Hungry and desperate for you. He nips at your bottom lip, eliciting sweet moans from you that go straight to his dick. His member stirring beneath the fabric of his jeans. Without hesitation, he grabs one of your hands- taking it in his as he places it over his hardening cock. He smirks as you let out a startled gasp.
“Feel that?” He asks, voice low and gravelly “If there was something wrong with you, do you think I’d be this hard for you right now?”
“Eddie.” You gasp, shocked at the filthy words leaving his lips. Have you heard Eddie say pervy things before? Of course. You had been there through his years of puberty. But never had you thought in your life that you would hear him say such vulgar things to you.
“What, angel?” He coos “Gonna be shy now? Hm? Or are you gonna let me fuck you properly?”
“Eds,” you moan “We can’t. What about-“
“What?” He asks, his eyes dark with lust. His eyes consuming you to the point of you almost losing your train of thought.
“Chrissy.” You drop.
Fuck, Eddie thought.
Chrissy.
You stood in your bathroom, wondering who to call. What to do. You felt helpless as you continued to stare down at those two pink lines. How the hell did you let this happen? With Eddie of all people. Eddie- your best friend. Eddie- who had a girlfriend. A serious girlfriend.
You started to feel sick to your stomach. A different kind of sick than the “stomach bug” that you foolishly thought you had- the illness that turned out to be morning sickness all along.
The very little amount of food that you happened to get down that morning begins to roil in your stomach. You try to breathe deeply through your nose. In….then out….in….then out.
Fuck.
You scramble to the toilet, dropping down beside it as you begin to vomit, spewing out everything in your system. You wretch so hard that your body jolts, leaving you gripping the sides of the toilet as you heave into it.
Fucking Eddie. That stupid fucking bastard and his stupidly hot ponytail. Fuck Valentine’s Day. Fuck the way that he made you feel that night just to throw you aside and pretend it never happened.
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“No, Eds.” You lied “I’m not mad.”
“It’s just…Chrissy and I have been together for so long and I just don’t know if I can throw all that away, y’know?” He wrings his hands “I also don’t want to lose you by making things complicated. I just think that….it’s best we stay friends.”
“Sure. Yeah.”
“Good. I’m glad you understand where I’m coming from.” He breathes a sigh of relief “You also deserve the best, y’know. Which would be, like, the opposite of me and I wouldn’t want to be in the way of you finally finding someone who’s good for you….”
All of that, you thought, was just an excuse for him to get off scot-free after having sex with you and not giving you any sort of commitment in return. What a fucking idiot you were. You were used to guys doing shit like this- using you to get what they want and then promptly tossing you aside. But you never would’ve expected this from Eddie.
Eddie.
The reminder of weekly movie night at Steve’s house caused you to groan. You had already skipped the last two, citing your mystery stomach bug as your excuse for missing out. You knew how it would look if you didn’t show up again three weeks in a row. As much as you didn’t want to see Eddie right now, you knew that you couldn’t dodge him any longer before he started showing up at your door expecting an explanation. So, you decided, you would sit through movie night.
You would pretend that everything was okay. That you were totally and completely normal. That you weren’t pregnant with Eddie’s baby as he was snuggled up next to Chrissy only a few feet away from you. You would pretend that you weren’t internally agonizing over what you were going to do. You would pretend that nothing bothered you. That everything was just how it should be even through life as you knew it was starting to crumble down around you.
It had been about a month and a half since Valentine’s Day. You would be lying if you said that you weren’t hurt. You were extremely hurt. You let Eddie inside of you. You let him hold you close and touch your body and gave him a very intimate piece of yourself that you’d never get back. Now there was a piece of him that he left behind- growing within you.
You pick yourself up off of the bathroom floor, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you flush the toilet. Walking to the sink, you turned on the tap- cupping your hands to gather water as you splash your face. You open your eyes, staring at yourself in the mirror as your reflection stared back. You looked like yourself on the outside but you felt wholly and completely changed on the inside.
You sit down onto the cold tiled floor, leaning your back against the wall as you think of the nearest urgent care facility and how late they were open. You needed to at least have the pregnancy confirmed by a doctor before you made your next decisions. Whatever they would turn out to be.
Eddie knew he wasn’t in the right state of mind, thinking completely with his dick and not with his head. He knew that he shouldn’t be doing this but he couldn’t help himself. He had gotten a taste of the forbidden fruit that was you and he couldn’t pull himself away now. Not even at the thought of his now-ex-girlfriend.
Chrissy
“I don’t wanna think about that right now.” He whispers, sending a shiver down your spine “Just wanna feel you.”
You lunge for him, pressing your body against his. You spread your legs, allowing Eddie to kneel between them as you made out with him- grabbing at your thighs. Your hand snakes up to tug at his ponytail, earning a low chuckle from Eddie.
“Love it when you wear your hair up.” You admit, between heated kisses.
“Yeah?” He teases “Like what you see?”
“God yes…” you moan.
He breaks away from kissing your lips to move along to planting hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck- immediately sending a tidal wave of pleasure throughout your body.
“Fuck, Eds.” You squeal, mind completely going blank as you became jelly beneath his touch “I-I love the way you kiss me.”
“Yeah? You like that, baby?” He replies, his voice hot “I’m gonna do more than just kiss you.”
Before you could even catch your breath, Eddie had scooped you up off of the couch- his large hands grabbing at your ass as he held you. You waste no time wrapping your arms and legs around him as he carries you towards your bedroom.
“Fuck, you’re so hot!” Eddie groans, carrying you through the threshold of your bedroom “So fucking hot. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I- I want you Eddie. Please.”
“You want me to what? Use your words, angel.”
“Want you to fuck me, Eds. Want you to make me feel good.”
“Yeah?” He purrs “Well, since you asked so damn nicely.”
Eddie drops you onto your bed, your back hitting the soft mattress beneath you as Eddie kneels between your legs, spreading them open for himself.
“God, you’re fucking perfect. Bet your pussy is just as pretty as you are, huh?” His eyes full of sex and sin “Gonna let me find out, sweetheart?”
You sat nervously in the urgent care waiting room, anxiously tapping your pen against the clipboard holding the paperwork you were too distracted to fill out.
You glance around the waiting room, taking in the many colorful posters on the walls that advertised the dangers of tobacco use, proper handwashing technique, and how to stop the spread of germs.
What the fuck were you going to do?
Best case scenario; It was a false positive. Worst case scenario; You would have to make the hard decision of what would be the fate of you and the baby growing inside of you. Did you even want to have a baby? Did you want to have kids at all? Were you prepared to raise another human and become responsible for how they turn out?
Were you going to keep it?
Were you ready to be a single mom?
Were you going to tell Eddie?
“Can I take these off?”
Eddie glanced up at you from between your legs, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your shorts.
Those teeny,
Tiny
Shorts.
“Yes.” You whisper “Please.”
Eddie hums appreciatively at your words.
“Atta girl. Such good manners.”
He begins to pull your shorts down, dragging your panties off with them. Part of you felt self-conscious that you hadn’t worn the sexiest pair of underwear. To be fair, you weren’t expecting this to happen- ever. However, Eddie couldn’t care less- his eyes glued on your core that was slick and glistening with your arousal.
“Fuck, baby.” He groans “All of that for me?”
You nod bashfully as he bites his lip.
“God, I wanna taste you. S’that okay, sweetheart? Can I go down on you?”
“Please, Eds.” You moan “Been waiting for this.”
This peaks his interest, his eyes locking onto yours.
“You have, huh?” He smirks “You’ve thought about this before?”
You felt like you wanted to hide under the covers and disappear. Why the fuck would you say that?
You reach for the pillow next to your head, using it to cover your face that was burning with embarrassment.
“Hey,” Eddie calls, squeezing your thigh affectionately “Don’t hide from me. I think it’s hot. Really fucking hot. Tell me what you think about.” He grabs the pillow from you, tossing it out of your reach as he stares down at you- waiting to hear an answer.
“I, uh…..I think about you. Going down on me.”
“Yeah?” Eddie whispers, his voice dripping with lust “Tell me more.”
“You’re..uh…fuck….you’re using your tongue on me. Licking me…slowly.”
“Is that so?” Eddie smirks.
“Yes.”
Eddie grabs your legs, hitching them both over his shoulders as he lowers his head into your cunt, licking a slow broad stripe upwards until he reaches your clit. It had been so long since you’ve last been touched and your eyes practically roll into the back of your head.
“Like that?” He asks, feigning innocence as if he didn’t have his face in your crotch.
“Y-yeah.” You stutter “That feels so good.”
He begins to dive back into your core, repeating his actions before moving to pay more attention to your clit.
“Keep talking to me, sweet thing.” He mumbles against you “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”
“F-fuck!” You breathe, back arching off the mattress as he gently nips at your clit- sending shocks of pleasure through your body “Just like that. Keep going. I…I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
“Already?” Eddie teases “Baby, I’ve barely even started.”
He removes his right hand from where it was squeezing your thigh, bringing it to your core as he places his thumb roughly onto your clit. Without warning, he begins to rub it in tantalizing little circles that had you moaning like crazy.
“Holy fucking shit!” You squeak, your hand shooting down to wrap around Eddie’s wrist “Eds!”
“Too much? Want me to stop?”
“No!” You yelp “Don’t stop.”
“Whatever you say, sweet girl.” Eddie replies with a grin “Think you can take my fingers?”
“Congratulations.” The doctor says, smiling up at you from your test results “You’re definitely pregnant.”
You felt like the room was spinning. Suddenly, the only thing that you could focus on to avoid passing out was a box of tissues next to the exam table. Pregnant. It was confirmed. You were actually pregnant.
“How are you feeling?” The doctor asks, picking up on your lackluster reaction.
“Oh. I…I think I’m still in shock. A little. I…don’t know how I feel. I’m on the pill. I just…I don’t know how this could’ve happened.
“Well,” the doctor replies “I suppose that’s a pretty fair reaction. It’s pretty big news- a baby on the way. As for the birth control, it’s not a common occurrence but we have seen instances where women can still get pregnant while actively taking birth control. The most common reason is when you may have missed a pill or two. Do you think this could be a possibility?”
You had thought about how you had misplaced your pill pack right around the same time that you had sex with Eddie- needing to call your clinic for an early refill. But you had picked up your prescription only a day or two afterwards. Could you have gotten pregnant within that small 24-48 hour window?
“I did miss a couple. I thought it would be okay if I doubled up the dose the day after to make up for it. I thought…” Your brain felt foggy.
“In most cases this is possible but it depends on the type of birth control pill you’re taking. Sperm can live in the vagina for up to five days. Obviously, the chances of getting pregnant are the highest during the first twenty-four hours after sex. But even with the chances of pregnancy decreasing with each passing day, it is still possible to conceive. In your case, it seems, that you were able to get pregnant during the time period where you had missed those pills.”
“And you’re absolutely sure?” You question “ That I’m pregnant?”
“No doubt about it. Blood tests are over 99% accurate. However, there have been instances of false positives but they’re extremely rare.”
Everything the doctor said to you after that point was only caught in bits and pieces- feeling like you were listening to him speak from underwater. Ninety-nine percent accuracy was practically inarguable. You were having a baby.
“…..A good prenatal vitamin in your daily routine is what would be best for your baby…..”
You were having a baby.
“…..Morning sickness is to be expected during the first trimester. Just make sure you….”
There was a baby growing inside of you.
“…….I’ll give you some referrals for obstetricians. First course of action would be setting up an appointment in order to find out how far along you are…..
You were going to be a parent.
“…..Your due date and first ultrasound….”
You didn’t know if you could handle this. A single mom with no help. Raising a child on your own.
“……And I wish you the best of luck. If there’s anything you need or if you have any questions, the nurses are more than willing to help….”
The next time that you finally return to reality, you are standing outside of the urgent care entrance- a pamphlet in your hand titled “Your Baby and You: What to Expect in your First Pregnancy.” In your pocket was a phone number for a local ob/gyn clinic. In your heart was fear and uncertainty. Where do you go from here?
“Fuck, Eddie! Oh my god!”
You were on the brink of orgasm as he curled his fingers inside of you, his tongue working at your clit as you fisted the sheets below you. He would have been knuckles-deep inside of you if it wasn’t for the thick silver rings adorning his digits. Every time you felt the cool metal rub against your clit, you swore you were going to lose it.
“That feel good, sweetheart?” He asks, his tone teasing.
“So fucking good!” You moan “I’m getting close!”
“Yeah?” Eddie asks, looking up at you with eyes that felt like they could suck you in and devour you whole. All you could do was nod desperately.
“Let’s get you there, princess.” He winks, his head ducking back down as he takes your clit in his mouth, sucking harshly as your body jolted.
“Holy shit! Eds! Oh my god!” You cry out.
Before you could stop yourself, one of your hands flies up to grab at his ponytail- greedily pushing his head further into your cunt. Eddie growls at the action. He ruts against the mattress, trying desperately to gain some friction. He was so painfully hard from all of the pretty sounds that you were making for him. The fact that his face was buried in your pussy that tasted like heaven on earth. The sheer knowledge that he was fucking you- his best friend. It was all so forbidden but so fucking sexy.
Eddie strains against your grip on the back of his head as he comes up for air.
“Jesus fucking Christ, sweetheart. You taste so fucking good. So sweet. Best I’ve ever tasted.”
Eddie didn’t even know what he was saying. His mouth began babbling and he couldn’t stop.
“God, I love eating you out. Drenching my fucking face with this pretty little pussy of yours. Making me taste you.”
“Fuck.” You sob, feeling the mounting pressure of your oncoming orgasm “Keep going, Eds. I’m gonna fucking come.”
“You like it when I talk to you like this?” Eddie tsks, flirting with you “Y’know, I never would’ve guessed you’d be such a dirty girl in bed. Show me how dirty you can be. Grab my hair again, sweetheart. Grind against me. Fucking use me.”
You fist his ponytail, shoving his head down into you as you arch your back off of the mattress, bringing yourself closer to him as you begin to grind your wet heat against his face, chasing your high. It was coming towards you like a freight train. You rubbed down hard against his tongue, your pants picking up as you work for it. The pressure building up more. And more. And more. Until a tingling feeling intense pleasure washes over you.
“Shit! Fuck! I’m coming! Oh my god, I’m coming!”
You walked down to the nearest pay phone from the urgent care, immediately reaching for the phone book. You open it to the yellow pages, flipping through until you found the section that you were looking for; Family Planning Services. You ran your finger down the text as your eyes skimmed over what you were looking for. There it was.
You pick up the receiver, pulling some change out of your purse as you feed the coin slot enough currency to make a call, you dial the number- waiting as it rang. With each ring, your hand gripped the phone tighter- thinking about what you should say. What they would say to you. If they’d immediately know what it was that you were calling for before you even had to utter the heavy three-syllable word. Just when you thought you were about to chicken out, your ears were filled with the tinny cheerful voice on the other side of the line.
“Thank you for calling Planned Parenthood! How may I help you?”
You breathe deeply. In…then out. You swallow the nervous lump in your throat.
“Hi, I’d like to make an appointment, please.”
"God, angel. You did so good for me."
Your head was spinning as you try and catch your breath, releasing your grip on his hair.
“Doing okay up there?” Eddie asks, peering up at you as he takes in your blissed out face.
“More than okay.” You hum, causing Eddie to smile.
“Ready for more, sweet thing?” He asks, bringing your legs down from his shoulders- moving up your body to press a kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on his mouth. The “best he’s ever tasted.” You’re sure he’s said that to every girl he’s fucked. Even Chrissy.
His body stiffens, immediately sensing your apprehension once his girlfriend- ex-girlfriend?- popped into your mind.
“Hey, you okay?” He asks, searching your face for signs of uncertainty “We don’t have to do this. We can stop.”
“N-no,” you shake your head, trying to forget about the girl that Eddie really belonged to- the girl who wasn’t you. A girl that you would never be like no matter how hard you tried. The girl that Eddie was in love with. Well, if you couldn’t have him for real then you could at least grant yourself this.
“I’m okay. I want to.” You mutter “Do you want to?”
“Yeah!” Eddie replies almost a little too fast- a little too eager “Yeah, fuck….I do. As long as you want to. We don’t have to…you know….just because I went down on you.”
“No, I want to, Eds.” You breathe “I’ve wanted to for a really long time.”
“Yeah?” He asks, his dick somehow hardening even more than it already was. Eddie could get off just from listening to you tell him that you wanted him. That you were going to grace him with the divine opportunity to have sex with you.
“How long?” He asks, staring into your eyes as he hovers above your half-naked body.
“…since middle school.” You admit, your face heating up in embarrassment.
“Fuuuuck…really?” He asks, his head spinning. And you were just now telling him this?
“Yeah.” You swallow “Really.”
“Even with the buzz cut?”
“Even with the buzz cut.”
“Fuck, you’re a little freak, you know that?” Eddie jokes, ducking his head to kiss your neck.
“Yeah?” You flirt, your voice hot and raspy “Do something about it then.”
Eddie’s eyes darkened as soon as the words left your mouth. A dare he wasn’t going to back down from. His hand flies to the hem of your tank top.
“Take your fucking tits out.”
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You stood on Steve’s front porch, overthinking absolutely everything. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, you thought. Especially when you had already made your presence around Eddie pretty scarce over the last month and a half. You couldn’t face him then so why the hell would you be able to face him now? Knowing that you were carrying his baby just made matters worse. Before you could officially decide against showing up, the door swings open- putting you face to face with Steve.
“Hey, you.” He smiles “How long have you been standing out here?”
His smile immediately drops when he sees the expression on your face. Something was up. He could sense it.
“You alright?” He asks, stepping towards you as he closes the front door behind him. He didn’t know why he did it but he could tell that there was a sense of privacy that he needed to provide you.
“Yeah.” You lie “I’m fine.”
You were not fine. Not even close to fine. Your insides were screaming out for you to tell someone- anyone.
“I…”
You stared at Steve, your eyes trying to tell him what your mouth couldn’t say. Steve didn’t know what had taken over him but, without even a moment’s hesitation, he reached for you- placing his hands on your upper arms. He caught the subtle way that your chin wobbled as if you were about to cry. You were not okay.
“Steve-“ You whisper, voice breaking.
Then the front door flies open, revealing Eddie Munson behind it.
“Hey, Big Boy, did you-“ He immediately freezes, walking in on your moment of vulnerability. His eyes fixate on Steve’s hands on your arms, Eddie’s jaw flexes. Steve drops his hands, looking over at Eddie.
“Hey.”
“Sorry, I…uh…popcorn?” Eddie asks, still looking between you and Steve. Something was up. He could feel it.
“In the pantry.” Steve answers “I got the one with extra butter.”
“Cool…” Eddie nods, trying to remain nonchalant before turning to speak to you “Hey, sweetheart. Good to see you.”
“Thanks, Eds.” You reply awkwardly “You too.”
Steve caught on immediately, picking up on your demeanor towards Eddie. You two were on the outs, Steve figured. But why?
“So…” Steve starts, running his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck “Should we start the movie? Before Robin gives us a lecture about punctuality.”
“Yeah. Right.” You nod.
You and Steve try to move towards the door at the same time, causing you both to bump shoulders.
“Sorry!” Steve apologizes, his hand landing on the small of your back, just for a moment, but Eddie saw it.
“After you.”
Steve gestures for you to enter the house first, using the same hand that had very briefly caressed your back. Eddie began to dwell. Since when did Steve become so touchy with you?
“Thanks, Stevie.” You reply, walking ahead as Eddie steps out of the doorway to let you through.
Stevie.
Since when did you call him “Stevie”?
It was within that moment that Eddie realized that something just didn’t sit right with him about this.
The touching, the weird tension he felt when he opened the door on you and Steve, his hand touching your lower back, you calling him Stevie…
There was something going on here.
And Eddie didn’t know if he liked the possibility of what that something might be.
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You lift up your shirt, exposing your bare breasts to Eddie as he sucks in a long breath- his eyes roving over your hardened nipples on display for him.
“Fuck.” He groans, taking the bunched up material of your tank top and pulling it over your head- tossing it across the room. He ducks his head down to run his tongue over one of your sensitive buds before nipping at it. You moan at the sensation. He grabs both of your tits with his large hands, kneading them in his palms as he grinds his clothed crotch against your core.
“Eddie…” you moan, tugging at his black button down shirt that was still on.
“Yeah, baby?” He hums, too busy kissing your tits.
“Why am I the only one naked?” You ask, taking in the fact that he was still fully-clothed while you were beneath him- completely bare and exposed.
“You want me to take my clothes off, sweetheart?” Eddie rasps, looking up at you from between your chest.
“Please?” You ask, tugging at his shirt once again.
“Okay, baby.” He replies “Whatever you want.”
He removes himself from on top of you, getting off the bed as he stands beside it. Your eyes focus on him as he slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, one-by-one- his eyes boring into you as he works his fingers down. With every button that is released, more and more of his milky skin emerges from underneath the fabric it was hidden beneath.
“Like what you see?” He smirks, finally reaching the last button before he pulls the shirt off- dropping it onto the floor beside him. Revealing his chest tattoos that you hardly ever see.
You nod, your eyes zoning in on his bulge as he begins to unbuckle his jeans. He slides the zipper down agonizingly slow. You were almost certain that he was prolonging the big reveal as much as he could in order to build tension and suspense. You were far too horny to stand it.
“Eds.” You reply sternly, giving him a look of utter impatience “I’m dying here.”
“Alright, gorgeous.” He laughs “Almost finished.”
He hooks his thumbs into the waist of his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. His member is freed from its restraints, slapping against his lower stomach as he lets his jeans pool at his feet- kicking them off. Your jaw practically hits the floor. It was beautiful- he was beautiful.
“Everything okay?” He asks, a bit self-conscious as you stare at him in awe. He was big- no, huge. The biggest you’ve ever witnessed in person.
“You’re- wow.” You breathe out, studying how hard he was. His tip slightly red and leaking a considerable amount of precum. Your mouth immediately begins to water like some sick Pavlovian effect that he had on you. Already trained to want him in your wet, eager mouth.
“Fuck, Eds.” You moan “Can I…”
Your eyes dart between his eyes and his dick, wordlessly conveying what you want.
“Mmm…” Eddie groans “As much I’d love you to, baby, I don’t wanna blow my load in your mouth. Wanna be inside you. That okay?”
Was that okay? You thought. It was more than fucking okay.
“Yes, please.” You breathe, watching his lips curl into a devilish smirk.
“Mmm…Y’know, baby, with manners like that, you can have whatever you fucking want.”
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Eddie flopped down onto the couch as you worked the room, greeting everyone that you haven’t seen in the past two weeks. Eddie couldn’t put his finger on it but something about you was just…off- besides whatever it was that he had walked in on between you and Steve.
He settled his left arm on Steve’s leather sofa, looking over his shoulder to grab at the throw blanket draped over the back of the couch. The cuddle blanket, you and Eddie had dubbed it long ago. On the occasions that Chrissy didn’t show up for movie night (which was common), Eddie saved the spot next to him just for you- ready to snuggle you close. Prepared to be your emotional support buddy in case the movie was scary- always hoping that it was so that he could feel your body nestled close to his at the scary bits and bury your face into his bicep or his chest to shield your eyes.
Eddie didn’t want to admit it but things between the two of you had been awkward ever since he and Chrissy had gotten back together after Valentine’s Day. You hadn’t cuddled since then. For the first few weeks since he and Chrissy had gotten back together, she had tagged along to movie night- being the one that snuggled up next to Eddie and shared the cuddle blanket. Come to think of it, ever since he and Chrissy made up, you hadn’t been around much at all.
With Chrissy taking your spot next to him on the sofa, you opted to sit somewhere else the past few weeks. Your interactions with him during movie night had become minimal but he was also so focused on entertaining Chrissy that he hadn’t noticed until now.
Then there were the times that he had called and asked to hang out, to which you had declined each time. Citing that you were busy or that you had caught some stomach bug that you couldn’t seem to shake off. Eddie took it all in stride, at first. Now he was worried that you were actively avoiding him. But why would you be? You said things were cool between you two, right?
“Hey, you!” Robin exclaims, hugging you tightly. Eddie eavesdrops from where he sat on the couch, trying to look preoccupied with something else as he listens in.
“How are you feeling?” She asks, looking at you with worry “Better?”
“Yeah.” You nod, trying to force a smile. Trying to pretend that nothing was wrong and that you hadn’t just found out that you were carrying someone’s baby- someone that was only a few feet away from you. “I’m better now. Mostly.”
“Good! We all missed you.” Robin replies, leaning in before whispering in your ear- low enough for only you to hear “Especially someone sitting over there.”
Robin pulls away from you, swiftly darting her eyes over in Eddie’s direction as he suddenly became very interested in the silver chains on the cuff of his jacket.
You don’t answer. Instead, you gave a weak smile before you work your way over to Nancy and Jonathan, asking them what they’ve been up to. After twenty minutes of this, Eddie was practically steaming in his seat. You seemed to be having a conversation with everyone but him tonight. What the fuck?
“Movie’s starting in five!” Dustin bellows “And we’re watching Top Gun. I don’t wanna hear any shit about it! It was my turn to pick. Nobody presses play until I get back from the bathroom.”
“Make sure you aim this time!” Steve scolds “I’m tired of cleaning up after you. I’m not your mommy, Henderson.”
Dustin gives Steve a death stare before flipping him the bird, stomping off to the bathroom down the hall.
Eddie watches as everyone starts to decide where to sit. He looks over his shoulder, finding you and Steve in the kitchen whispering to each other. He was growing impatient. He has a warm spot waiting for you and you were in there fraternizing with Harrington? Since when have the two of you even been close? Not as close as you and Eddie were. Eddie had known you before you had even developed breasts. But now you were acting like Steve was your best pal on earth? Eddie’s hands began to ball into fists. Then it only got worse.
You follow Steve back into the living room, passing Eddie up as you slump down into a spot on the other end of the sofa. Right next to Steve. What….the…fuck? The worst part? You didn’t even look in his direction. Not even a parting glance. Were you snubbing him?
Eddie watches in disbelief as Steve leans in to whisper something in your ear. You nod. Oh, Eddie thought, So you and Harrington share secrets now?
Eddie grinds his teeth, watching Steve steal his spot. Next to his girl. Who did this fucker think he was? Oh, right. King fucking Steve. Eddie rolls his eyes. Thought he grew out of that, he fumes. Clearly not. Arrogant little fuck.
“This seat taken?”
Eddie looks over to find Dustin standing in front of him, looking at the open spot next to him. The spot that you should be sitting in.
“Guess not.” Eddie bitches, his face settling into a pout. Dustin catches it and raises his eyebrows questioningly.
“Soooo….can I sit here?”
“Just sit down and shut up, Henderson.” Eddie grumbles, snatching the cuddle blanket off of the spot beside him so that Dustin could sit down.
“Geez.” Dustin sasses “Who pissed in your Corn Flakes?”
Eddie’s head whips towards Dustin, giving him a look that silently conveyed him to not push it.
Dustin took the hint, knowing just how Eddie could be when he got bitchy. It was best not to poke the bear.
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“You ready?” Eddie asks, lining himself up at your entrance. He runs his tip up and down your slit, feeling just how wet you are, causing him to groan. “Fuck, you’re wet. Been thinking about this.”
“Yeah?” You whine, looking into Eddie’s eyes as he continues to rub against you.
“Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart.” He rasps, his voice low “Tell me when to move.”
“I’m ready.” You answer, your voice small. Unsure.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Eddie replies, catching your apprehension “We don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” You answer “I’m ready. Just…worried that it…”
“Worried about what, baby?” Eddie coos “What’s in your head right now?”
“Worried that it’s not gonna fit.” You admit, and the sound of your innocent voice saying something so fucking hot was enough to have Eddie throbbing.
“Don’t worry, angel. It’ll fit. I promise it will.” He replies “‘Kay?”
God, how were you both just now doing this? He should’ve been fucking you ages ago.
“Okay.” You nod.
“You trust me?” Eddie asks, looking into your eyes. Those pretty, pretty eyes.
“I trust you, Eds.”
“Good,” he breathes “Now, just relax for me, alright? I’m gonna take care of you.”
You force your body to relax underneath him, making yourself ready. You were about to have sex with Eddie. Your Eddie. Your favorite person in the entire world. The fact of it was so surreal that it felt like a dream.
Eddie grabs his member, lining himself up with your wet heat once again as he begins to enter you, watching your face for any indications of discomfort or regret.
He hears a sharp intake of breath from below him, stilling his hips as he looks down at you.
“You okay?” He asks, his voice laced with worry.
“Yeah.” You assure him “I’m okay. You feel good, Eds. So good.”
The words that left your sweet lips were enough to have him melting. The tip of him was barely in and you were already mesmerized.
“Fuck, baby.” He sighs “I’m gonna keep going. You good?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay. Shit…alright.” he babbles, inching his hips closer to you as he pushes himself deeper, sinking into your plush, slick walls.
“Ohhhh fuck…” he gasps, his hands reaching above your head to grip the sheets.
“Are you okay?” You ask, watching the way he was squeezing his eyes closed.
“Y-yeah. Fine. Just…shit, you’re tight. M’not even all the way in.” He groans “Holy fuck…”
“Do you wanna stop?”
“No!” He replies hastily “Just gimme a sec.”
He takes a deep breath, beginning to push himself into you further- focusing on the way you were suffocating his cock with your velvety soft walls. This, Eddie decided, was heaven. It had been between your thighs the entire fucking time. Who would’ve known?
He lets out an almost pornographic moan as he bottoms out, pushing himself into you as deep as possible. The action earns him a long, drawn-out moan from you. A sweet fucking sound that made him ravenous.
“Eddie!” You gasp, clawing at his arms “S-so deep.”
“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.” He whimpers “Fuck…”
Eddie begins to draw back, almost to the point of pulling out completely before thrusting back into you, causing you to gasp.
“Oh my god!” You squeak, your mouth falling open in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so hot!”
“More, Eddie!” You beg “Give me more.”
And who was Eddie fucking Munson to not give a lady what she wants?
He begins to snap his hips into you, drawing back and sinking back in like his life depended on it.
“Yes!” You whine “Eddie!”
The sound of his name tumbling from your lips only spurs him on. He grasps into your hips, angling himself to quickly fuck into your dripping cunt. The sudden angle shift had you digging your nails into his shoulders.
“Shit, Eds! Just like that!”
“Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?” He pants, picking up his pace "So fucking tight, baby. So fucking wet for me. Tell me you're wet for me."
"Yes, Eddie! S-so wet for you. Only you. Want you to fuck me harder!"
“Yeah? Is that how you like it, sweetheart? Nice and rough? Huh? Say it for me…”
“Eddie, please!” You beg.
“C’mon, baby. Use those pretty words of yours. Ask for what you want.” He growls.
“I want it rough!” You plead “Please!”
Eddie grunt as he drives into you harder, pounding you hard enough to jolt your body forward onto the mattress.
“Eddie! Eddie! Fuck, yes!” You chant.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Taking me so well. Like you were fucking made for my cock. Isn’t that right? Want it so bad, huh? Such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this.” Eddie praises “Such a good, good girl.”
The sounds of your moans coupled with the sound of Eddie pounding you into the mattress was downright filthy.
“Fuckin’ drenching my cock, princess. Fuck, that’s so sexy. You’re so sexy.” Eddie babbles “Can’t believe I’m fucking you. God-“
You began to feel the tell-tale signs of your high approaching, becoming breathless and desperate as Eddie fucked himself into you.
“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie! Fuck! Please!” You didn’t even know what you were asking for but all you could do is plead with him.
“What, baby?” He coos “Am I fucking you too good? Want me to stop?”
“No!” You cry out “Please, please, please don’t stop!”
“That’s right, sweetheart.” He praises “You can take it, can’t you? Taking my cock so fucking well.”
“Eddie, I-I’m close!” You gasp out desperately.
“Yeah?” He purrs “You close? You gonna come on my cock, sweetheart?”
“Please.” You practically sob “Wanna come for you. So bad.”
“Mmm…fuck!” Eddie growls “I’m getting close too, angel. Need to get you there first.”
Without hesitation, Eddie reaches down between you- placing his ring-clad middle finger onto your sensitive bundle of nerves as he roughly plays with your clit, sending you closer to the edge.
“Shit! Oh! Oh! Oh god!” You shout, your orgasm beginning to rip through you “Oh yesss! Fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming!”
“That’s right, angel! Come for me! Fuckin’ give it to me!”
It was the last thing you could hear before your screams began to fill the bedroom, your chest heaving as your orgasm took over your body. Your toes began to curl, your mouth dropping open as you were beginning to see stars. Eddie leans down to press his lips against yours, trying to stifle the sounds of your climax so that your neighbors couldn’t hear you and file a noise complaint with your apartment complex.
“Shit, baby! You’re squeezing me so tight.” Eddie pants, removing his lips from yours “I’m almost there, sweetheart. Almost there.”
He helped you ride out your orgasm, continuing to chase his own as you writhed in pleasure underneath him and Eddie swore that it was the hottest thing he’s ever fucking seen. Not even the horniest, filthiest porn-flick he’s ever watched could top this. This was the real fucking deal. The sexiest thing he’s ever fucking experienced- and it had him tumbling over the edge right after you.
"Fuck! Never felt something so tight! Christ, don't make me pull out. Please."
Without warning, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in close as you hook your ankles together- holding him there. The action has his eyes practically rolling into the back of his skull. He slams his cock into you mercilessly.
“I’m gonna fucking come, baby! Fuck! Oh fuck!” He buries himself into your cunt so deep that he wanted to fucking live there and never come out. He wanted to fucking marry it. He swore to Christ himself and the heavens above that your pussy was the gold standard- the best he’s ever fucking had. The best he would ever have.
“Baby! Baby! Holy shit!” His voice breaks as Eddie hits his limit “I’m fucking coming!”
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“Eddie, you good, man?”
Dustin looks down at Eddie, standing over him as he shrugged on his jacket to brave the rainstorm that had started shortly into the movie.
“M’fine, Henderson.” Eddie drones, staring straight ahead with the same scowl on his face that he had had the entire movie.
“You sure? ‘Cause you look like you’re gonna kill someone.”
“Henderson, I’m gonna kill you if you don’t stop asking me stupid questions.” Eddie hisses.
“This is about her, isn’t it?” Dustin whispers, glancing towards you on the other side of the room as you stood next to Steve- helping him store leftover pizza in his fridge.
“Is it because she didn’t sit next to you?” Dustin prods, trying to find the source of Eddie’s unhappiness. Eddie just wants him to back off and mind his own business for once instead of worrying about him.
“Don’t you have someone else to bother, Henderson?” Eddie quips “Seriously, go away.”
“Geez.” Dustin rolls his eyes “Just go ahead and be all bitchy towards me because your other lady is blowing you off for Steve.”
Eddie’s eyes immediately snap onto Dustin.
“You noticed it too?” Eddie questions, completely ignoring Dustin’s comment about you being his “other lady” Eddie didn’t even care enough to straighten him out about that. All he cared about was finding out what Dustin knew about you and Steve.
“Yeah, I guess.” Dustin shrugs “I mean, I noticed that she hasn’t spoken to you since she got here. Especially when you two are usually on the end of that couch doing everything but sucking each other’s faces off.”
“Hey, no.” Eddie interjects “First of all, it’s not like that with us.”
“Like what?” Dustin challenges “Like you’re not totally in love with her?”
“Who said I was in love with her, Henderson?”
“You don’t have to.” Dustin replies “You’re more transparent than a sheet of plexiglass. She could ask you to jump off the quarry and you’d already be at the bottom doing the breaststroke.”
“You, Henderson,” Eddie replies, pointing his finger at Dustin “Don’t know what you’re talking about. Did you forget that I have a girlfriend? An amazing, adorable, super sweet girlfriend that loves me.”
“Oh, I remember. I think you are the one who forgets that you have a girlfriend, Eddie.”
And that was the comment that really struck a nerve.
“Excuse me, you little shit-stain?”
“Hey, I’m just saying,” Dustin tries to reason “I don’t know if Chrissy would be very happy if she saw the way that you looked at the girl that’s supposedly you’re best friend.”
“And how exactly do I look at her, hm?” Eddie challenges “Go ahead, do enlighten me.”
“Just forget it, Eddie.” Dustin replies, realizing not that it was a bad idea to even bring it up now that he knew that Eddie would never drop it.
“No, tell me.” Eddie crosses his arms “I’m dying to know. How do I look at her?”
Dustin sighs. He wished he would’ve just kept his mouth shut.
“I said forget it, Eddie.” Dustin sighs “Look, can you give me a ride? It’s raining and I don’t want to bike all the way home.”
“Yeah.” Eddie grumbles, still annoyed but never wanting to let his friends stand out in the cold and the rain “Sure. Whatever. Grab your shit, we’re leaving in five.”
Eddie rises from the couch, turning towards the kitchen to still find you and Steve standing there. Talking. What could the two of you possibly be talking about for so fucking long?
Eddie plucks up the courage to talk to you, approaching you and Steve in the kitchen as you speak in hushed tones. As soon as they see him approaching, the immediately stop talking.
Okay, Eddie thought, that’s totally not fucking weird or anything.
He stands in front of you and Steve, feeling an awkward tension between the three of you.
“Hey, man.” Steve smiles, looking at Eddie as if nothing abnormal was just happening. But it was, right? Or was it all in Eddie’s head?
“Hey.” Eddie clears his throat before turning to look at you “I, uh…me and Henderson are heading out. I came over to see if you wanted a ride home. Y’know, since it’s raining.” And because I always take you home.
“Oh.” You reply as if you’re taken aback. Eddie begins to feel even more suspicious. Since when were you surprised when he offered to take you home? He always dropped you off at your apartment after movie night. Hell, he was the one who drove you around Hawkins whenever there was somewhere you needed to go. Why were you acting so odd about it now?
“Thanks, Eds, but Steve is actually going to take me home.” You continue “But I appreciate you offering.”
You appreciate him offering? Since when did he have to offer, ever? It was an unspoken agreement since basically the dawn of time that he was your ride home. Now you were carpooling it up with Harrington? What…the…fuck?
“Sure, yeah. Cool.” Eddie responds, trying to feign nonchalance. Except it was totally not cool. It was vastly and entirely not cool. “So…I see you’re feeling better. I was thinking that maybe we can, y’know, hang out. I miss having you around.”
“Oh. Really?” You ask, not knowing what to say “I, uh…I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I have a lot going on and stuff.”
“Yeah?” Eddie questions “Do you wanna talk about it, maybe?”
“That’s nice of you to ask, Eddie.” You say “But it’s a little late and I’m kind of not in the mood to talk about it right now.”
Oh, but I’m sure you wanna talk about it with Mr. Perfect with his stupid good hair.
“Sure, yeah.” Eddie nods “I get it.”
“But I’ll call you soon.” You add “Promise.”
“Sure.” Eddie nods.
Liar.
“I’ll….see you around.”
Before you could reply, Eddie had turned on his heels-stomping off to collect Dustin and get the fuck out of there. The sooner that he could be at home in his bedroom and wallowing in his own self-pity, the better.
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“Fuck,” Eddie pants, flopping down onto the mattress beside you as he begins to laugh incredulously “That was…”
Amazing? Spectacular? Fucking sublime? Absolutely mind-blowing? Life-altering? The best thing he’s ever fucking felt in his subpar life?
“Wow.” He breathes “Shit…”
You, on the other hand, lay beside him. Silent. Just thinking. A feeling of immense guilt and regret flooding you. You just fucked Eddie- and you liked it. No, loved it. You loved him. You were in love with him.
“Hey,” Eddie whispers, taking in your lack of response as he rolls over onto his side to face you “You good?” His stomach drops when he notices your lack of euphoric afterglow. Fuck. Shit! You hated it.
No. No, no, no, please god no.
“Yeah.” You mumble “I’m okay. I’m good.”
But you didn’t seem good and that made Eddie begin to spiral.
“Shit! Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?” He questions, searching your face for something- anything.
“What?” You ask “No! No, I’m okay. Just….thinking.”
“You hated it…”
“No! No, I didn’t hate it!” You exclaim “It was nice, Eds. I just….I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Look…I’m gonna go take a shower. Maybe that’ll help.”
“Yeah…sure. That’s a good idea. Do you…want me to join you?” Eddie asked hesitantly, hoping that you’d say yes. That he could hold you underneath the warm, running water and get you to finally open up to him about what was going on.
“That’s okay.” You shoot him down, beginning to rise from the mattress as you grab at the bed sheets, covering yourself up self-consciously as you get out of bed. As if Eddie didn’t just see all of you- especially the most intimate parts. “I’m gonna be in and out anyway. You can stay…if you want.” You offer. “It’s late.”
“Yeah,” Eddie mutters “Okay.”
He watches as you grasp the bedsheet around yourself tightly as you walk towards the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. Before you closed the bathroom door closed, you look over your shoulder at Eddie- who was watching you worriedly.
“Eds,” You say, your voice barely a whisper “It was nice. Really nice.”
Eddie’s heart began to lift even just a little bit. At least he knew that it wasn’t absolutely, tragically terrible for you. It still wasn’t the reaction that he was hoping for. It wasn’t coupled with the heart-felt sweet confession that you maybe loved him just as much as he loved you. But he also knew that would only ever happen in his passionate wet-dream fantasies about you.
Before he could respond, you had already gone into the bathroom- closing the door behind you as you left him naked and vulnerable in your bed. Yearning for you desperately even after just having been inside you, the closest that he’s ever fucking been to you.
Fuck, Eddie thought, this girl is going to kill me.
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You were seated in the passenger seat of Steve’s BMW, fiddling nervously with your seatbelt strap as he drove toward your apartment.
“So, how long have you and Eddie been hooking up? I thought he was dating Chrissy.”
“He is.” You sigh, continuing to explain the complexity of your situation to Steve “And it was only once. On Valentine’s Day.”
“Okay…” Steve replies, trying to follow along “But didn’t he go out to Enzo’s with Chrissy on Valentine’s Day? I just don’t understand how you two ended up having sex. I mean, I’m not, like, judging or anything. Honestly, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.”
“What?” You ask, confused by what Steve was saying “What do you mean?”
“Oh, c’mon.” Steve huffs out a laugh “Don’t pretend like you and Munson haven’t had the hots for each other for years.”
“What? No. Me and Eddie have only ever been..you know…platonic.” You argue.
“You’re joking, right?” Steve counters “You do realize you’re literally telling me right now that you and Eddie had sex. Like, sex-sex. As in he stuck his d-“
“I know!” You interject, cutting Steve off before he could say the words “I know what I fucking said, okay?”
“It’s just…you hear how ridiculous that sounds?”
“Look, Steve, I said it was complicated.” You huff.
“Honey, I don’t think it’s as complicated as you think it is. You like Eddie. Eddie more than likes you, trust me. You two hooked up…and now…”
“I’m pregnant.” You state.
“Yeah.” Steve nods, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed “Pregnant.”
“What the fuck do I do?” You groan, throwing your head back against the headrest.
“Are you going to tell him?” Steve asks, looking over at you as he continues to drive.
“No!” You exclaim “Absolutely not! No.”
“Okay.” Steve answers “Well, what are your plans?”
“I, uh…I have an appointment on Monday. At Planned Parenthood. To…you know.” You reveal, your heart pounding as you finally say the words out loud. That you didn’t plan on keeping it.
“Shit, okay.” Steve nods “And you’re sure?”
“Yeah.” You reply “I just…I can’t have a baby, Steve. Especially not Eddie’s. My love-life would be over after that. Nobody’s gonna want to date me when I come attached with a kid.”
“I don’t know,” Steve jokes “Munson seems like he’d totally be into that.”
“Ugh! Can you stop fucking saying shit like that?” You bury your head in your hands “Even if Eddie wasn’t already with Chrissy, he’d skip town and run for the hills if he found out that I was pregnant with his baby.”
“I don’t know about that.” Steve shrugs “I think Eddie would step up. Especially knowing it was you who was having his kid. You know how he is with all that shit with his own dad. I just don’t see him abandoning you.”
“Well, we don’t know that for sure.” You lay out “And we’re sure as hell not going to find out. Which is why I kind of need your help, Steve. Like, really.”
“Yeah.” Steve replies without hesitation “Of course. I’ll be there one-hundred percent. You know that. Just tell me what you need and I’ll be right there next to you.”
Your heart warms at Steve’s admission. You always knew he was a good friend but now you were realizing just how good of a friend he was to you. Supporting you, comforting you, keeping your secret.
“Do you, maybe, think that you could take me? They said that I need someone to drive me. Make sure that I get back home safe after. I could also use the emotional support. Someone to hold my hand in the waiting room before I go in.”
“Of course!” Steve accepts “I’ll be there. For as long as you need me. You don’t have to do this alone.”
You begin to feel the prickliness of oncoming tears in your eyes from Steve’s words. Finally relieved that you had told someone. That someone was by your side and that you didn’t have to do this alone. You use your sleeve to wipe at your tears, trying to control your breathing enough to prevent yourself from sobbing. You sniff, staring into your lap as caught sight of Steve’s hand reach for yours- taking it in his own as he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand soothingly.
You look over at him, watching as he gave you a sad smile before averting his eyes back onto the dark, stormy road ahead. You were glad that you had asked him to bring you home.
“Thank you, Steve.” You whisper into the silent cab of his car “This means a lot of me. More than you know.”
You lock eyes with him again but he doesn’t say anything back. Just sitting in the silence. He didn’t have to say anything. The way that he squeezed your hand in his let you know that he knew exactly what this meant to you. You didn’t have to say a word.
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You dressed yourself in the bathroom, your hair wet from the shower as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You could barely even make eye-contact with your reflection, guilt eating you from the inside out. All you could think about was Chrissy Cunningham. How you had sex with her boyfriend. How you let Eddie fuck you like some cheap rebound while he had to still be dwelling over the breakup. Were things even over between the two of them? You doubted it, yet you slept with Eddie anyway- and the reality of it made you feel dirty. Now you had to get back into bed and face him.
You braced yourself as you opened the bathroom door, preparing yourself to act normal but as soon as you stepped into the dark bedroom, you realized that you didn’t have to. The bed where Eddie once laid was empty. The pile of clothes that he had left on the side of the bed were gone. He had dressed himself and left without even bothering to say goodbye.
You stood there, dumbstruck.
No, you thought, there’s no way that he could have just left.
There’s no way that he could have just fucked you and walked out like a cheap hook-up. Some regretful one night stand.
You storm out of your bedroom, walking into your living room as you search around for him. Expecting to find him in the kitchen raiding your fridge for a late-night post-sex snack. But no. It was empty. You hurried back into the living room, looking to see that his boots were gone from where he had kicked them off during the movie. Eddie had taken off. Nowhere to be found.
You walk about into your bedroom, filled with disbelief. Checking your nightstand for a note, at least. An explanation on where he went or even why he had left. Nothing. Your blood ran cold. You sink down into your bed, noticing that the covers were pulled back up. You throw yourself back onto the bed in agony, feeling something underneath your back and the sound of crunching in your ears.
You sit back up, reaching to pull the covers back as you find the bouquet of wilted red roses on the side of the bed where his body used to be. Just staring back at you. Left there just for you. Leaving you wondering what they meant. Why he had left them there. Why he wasn’t in their place instead. How you wished it were him. How you wished that he had been laying there waiting for you to get out of the shower and climb in next to him and hold you in his arms and keep you warm and run his fingers through your damp hair. How you wanted him to show you that he didn’t regret this. That he wanted you like how you wanted him. That everything was okay.
But everything wasn’t okay…was it?
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To Be Continued in Part II
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