Eddie Munson x Sweetheart!Reader
Summary: Its pouring out, and both of you are in Eddies van alone as the storm bottoms out in the highschool parking lot.
●Porn with a fuck ton of plot ngl●
♤P in V, Oral (reader receiving), Protected sex (Wrap it up, people), Car(Van) sex, Eddie doesn't mind being a noisy boy
You were the sweetheart of Hawkins High, while Eddie was...well, the freak, the outcast. You two had barely spoke, the most yall did was in a science project last year for Biology and you did most the work. Everyone hated him while everyone loved you. Today was no different, but it was storming like hell for once out of the summer heat that was starting up in May.
As you walked out to the the parking lot, soft blue umbrella over your head as you seen Jason and a few of his friends were tormenting Eddie. Jason yanked his umbrella as another shoved Eddie into the rain, the poor boy getting drenched almost instantly. You waited till Jason had left to walk up, tilting the blue umbrella to share. Eddie was slightly surprised and confused as he saw you, opening your umbrella to share, sliding an arm around his when he didnt pull away. He was shivering due to the heavy rain as he looked over at you, slightly puzzled.
"What are you doing?" he questioned, his voice a mixture of curiosity and disbelief, a soft smirk spreading across his soaked face as he ran a hand through his wet curls. "Its pouring out, you'll get sick." You tutted, A slight scoff escaped Eddie's lips as he listened to you mention how it was pouring. He couldn't help but find it endearing that you were showing concern for his health, though he'd never admit it to himself or you. "I'll manage, it's just a little rain." he retorted in a slightly mocking tone, a hint of playfulness in his voice as he glanced at you, his wet locks sticking to his face."Besides," he continued, trying to look nonchalant despite the fact that he was soaking wet and shivering. He pulled you a little closer to him without realizing it, secretly relishing in the warmth your body provided. "I've survived worse than a little rain." he joked, his voice dripping with sarcasm that either made you want to laugh or smack him. Probably both. "I'm sure you have, Eddie." You smiled up to him. His name on your lips was a shock for him; it wasn't 'Freak' or 'Loser'. Just Eddie. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, smirking down at you. The two of you continued walking under the umbrella, the rain still pouring heavily around you. Eddie glanced over at you, his expression a mix of feigned annoyance and genuine affection. "Seriously though," he muttered, "You didn't have to do this." He was secretly thankful for your presence and the fact that you had chosen to share your umbrella with him, but he was far too stubborn to admit it out loud.
"Jesus, Eddie. Its just an umbrella." You mused, silently wishing you didn't wear a skirt today since now the rain was lashing your legs. Eddie rolled his eyes once more, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as you playfully teased him about the umbrella. He knew you were just messing with him, but it was fun to play along and act annoyed. "Just an umbrella, huh?" he shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You make it sound so simple." As you walked towards his van, he leaned in a little closer to you, shoulders bumping along yours. As you continued to bicker playful, Eddie suddenly let out a melodramatic, exaggerated shiver, his soaked clothes sticking tightly to his body. "Jesus, it's freezing," he said with a dramatic shudder, playing up his annoyance while secretly enjoying the excuse to stand even closer to you. "Definitely." You agreed, breath puffing in the air. Eddie nodded in agreement, his breath visible in the cold air as he exhaled. He glanced at you, his expression teasing as he couldn't resist a sarcastic remark. "Yeah, how dare Mother Nature ruin my perfectly good day," he joked, his voice dripping with mock annoyance.
He couldn't help but notice how your breath mingled with his in the icy air, a small smirk forming on his lips as he secretly welcomed the closeness. The two of you finally reached his van, the rain still coming down hard. Eddie hurriedly opened the door and ushered you inside, before climbing in afterward.
He was visibly shivering as the cold rainwater dripped from his soaked clothes, making a wet mess inside the van. He let out a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand through his wet hair. "Great, now my van is soaked too." he grumbled, more to himself than to you.
You looked away out of respect for him as he peeled his shirt off and tied his black curls in a wet bun. Eddie noticed your quick glance away as he sat there open. He smirked to himself, appreciating the fact that you were being respectful, but silently wishing you'd sneak another peek. The tattoos on his chest and arms were a testament to his rebellious spirit and love for heavy metal music, but he also enjoyed being admired, even if he wouldn't admit that either. He discarded the soaked garment in the back of the van, his toned but soft body now on display, his jeans clinging to every part of his legs. "You can look, y'know." he teased.
"Its called mutual respect, Eddie." You huffed, looking over only to see a pale chest and tummy, tattoos on his upper body near the collarbones. He wasnt built like Jason, but he wasnt thick either. A snailtrail of dark hair leading under his pants and boxers band. Perfect dad bod in other words. Eddie chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully at your response. He couldn't help but admire your insistence on maintaining respect, it was one of the things he found endearing about you. "Oh, right, 'respect'," he teased back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How noble of you." He paused for a moment, pretending to look around the van before glancing back at you. "You know, I don't see anyone else here judging me for being shirtless." he pointed out with a smirk. "Its just us." "Exactly."
You could see the hint of a smirk on his face as he inched closer to you, clearly enjoying the closeness. The space inside the van was now noticeably warmer and more intimate, the sound of the rain creating a cozy background. Eddie glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his gaze lingering on your face before slowly moving down, appreciating your presence and the fact that he was half-naked next to you.
He was usually more confident and cocky, but for some reason, being half-naked in front of you made him feel strangely vulnerable yet excited at the same time. The atmosphere in the van was thick with tension and a hint of playfulness. Eddie shifted his position slightly, turning his body towards you as he leaned back against the seat, one arm draped across the back, his muscles flexing slightly. He studied you for a moment, his gaze lingering over your features, taking in the way the dim light danced across your face. "You know," he said, his voice slightly huskier than usual, "This is probably one of the most cliché situations we could be in right now." His remark made a laugh bubble out of you, "Oh yeah. The schools freak and the schools sweetheart."
Eddie chuckled along with you, grinning at your remark. He couldn't deny the irony of the situation. "Damn, you're right," he agreed, his tone still playful. "The freak and the sweetheart, all cozied up in my van... during a downpour." He moved a little closer, invading your personal space even more, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Kinda romantic, huh?"
"You have to admit, though," he continued, his voice lower as he leaned in slightly, his body almost touching yours, "This is a lot more fun than being stuck in some stupid party with a bunch of preppy jocks and their cheerleading girlfriends." He glanced out the window, watching the raindrops trickling down the glass before returning his attention to you. "I much prefer being stuck in my van with you."
"Oh I don't party." You shrugged, "Never liked that crowd." Eddie raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your confession. "Wait, seriously?" he said with a mix of surprise and amusement. "The sweetheart who's always nice to everybody doesn't party? I gotta say, I didn't see that one coming."He scooted a little closer to you, crossing his legs and resting his hand on your knee. "So what do you do for fun then? Hang out in the library or something? Or maybe knit?"
You scoffed, smiling as you slid his hand off, which he respected, taking the hint and backed up fully. "I do stuff, thank you. I bake and read....and I'm pretty good at art." Eddie listened to you, his expression shifting from playful surprise to genuine curiosity and interest. "Wait, you do art, and bake? Damn, you're a walking contradiction. A sweet, artsy nerd." He chuckled, clearly amused by the contrast between your kind nature and your creative talents. "I have to admit, I didn't expect the school's sweetheart to have such hidden talents." "Ok, smartass what do you do then?" You smirked over to him, the rain was getting harder, the sound of it on the rooftop being a soothing lullaby. Eddie feigned a dramatic offense, clutching his chest as if your words had wounded him. "Hey, watch your language, sweetheart," he joked, his smirk showing that he wasn't truly offended. "I do plenty of things. I play guitar, read comic books, and most importantly, kick ass at Dungeons & Dragons." "As well as selling drugs." You added, adjusting your skirt in the seat.
Eddie chuckled, his lips curling into a wicked smirk. "Touché," he admitted, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I won't deny it, I am a purveyor of certain 'alternative' goods. But who are you to judge me for my side hustle, sweetheart?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you, smiling with a mix of humor and something more intimate. "Besides, I know you secretly dig my bad boy charm." "Oh you wish, Edward Munson." His full name leaving your retort made him laugh, "Don't you dare 'oh you wish' me. I bet its like some secret attraction, huh? You like bad boys."
"I like guys that'll chase me with the intention to want me, and not just sexually." Your words made him pause before he nodded, "you want someone thats not gonna fawn over you one week and leave the next. I admire that."
"Not some douchebag who just wants you for your looks or popularity," Eddie scoffed, his voice carrying a hint of disgust as he thought about the guys who probably chased after you. He paused, studying your face for a moment before continuing, his tone slightly serious. "You deserve better than some shallow, self-absorbed prick. You deserve a guy who'll actually care about what's going on inside that pretty head of yours." Eddie's smirk softened into a more genuine, understanding smile, fully understanding how you felt. He could see the sincerity in your words and it struck a chord within him. "Someone who'll actually pay attention to you and your needs," he mused, realizing that you were talking about more than just typical high school bullshit. He glanced at the way you fiddled with the string on your skirt and found himself wanting to reach out and gently stop your nervous habit. He didn't stop there, of course he didn't. "But you're more than that," he continued, his tone softening a bit more. "You have layers. You're smart, and talented, and you have your own interests and quirks. But they probably never bothered to get past the surface level to see that. They don't see the girl who writes, or bakes, or reads, or is secretly a D&D nerd. They just see a pretty face they can claim as their trophy."
"I never said I played D&D." "I bet you're a rouge, eh?" You rolled your eyes at the question, "Paladin Tiefling." Oh damn. Eddie was surprised at how easily you said it, he smirked liking that he was right about his assumption. "Why Paladin?" "Because I'm always saving everyone's ass." Eddie was amused by your self-deprecating humor. He could sense the underlying note of exhaustion in your voice. "Ah, the selfless paladin who saves everyone's ass but never gets any appreciation in return." He replied, his tone sympathetic yet teasing. He studied you for a moment, noticing the subtle hint of weariness in your eyes.
"You know, sweetheart, even the strongest Paladin needs to be saved sometimes, right?" You sighed and nodded, knowing he was right, but who would ever save you? No one ever did. "When was the last time someone saved you?" He asked, no teasing in his voice, just soft curiosity. "I don't remember." You nodded, a lopsided frown on your lips. "You know," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "It's okay to ask for help. It doesn't make you weak or less important. Hell, sometimes the strongest people out there need a break from being the ones everyone relies on." He decided to attempt again, shifting a little closer, his hand resting on your knee, but this time you didnt push it away. He felt content to just be like this.
"You don't have to be the one always saving everyone else's ass. You can let someone else take care of you for a change. Especially me." You blinked at his words, feeling your cheeks heat up, "What?" Eddie paused for a moment, his thumb lightly tracing small circles on your knee as he gathered what few good thoughts je had that weren't sexual. The atmosphere inside the van was surprisingly intimate, the rain adding a soft background soundtrack to their conversation. "I mean," he began, his voice a low, earnest tone, "that I want to be the one to take care of you." He searched your eyes for a reaction, his expression sincere. "I want to be your safe haven. The guy you can come to when you're exhausted from being the savior for everyone else."
The rain continued to pour outside, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere in the van. Eddie's eyes remained locked with yours, his expression sincere and unwavering. He shifted his body even closer, his leg brushing up against yours as he let out a soft exhale. His hand was still resting on your knee, his fingers tracing small, gentle circles on your skin. "I know you've been used to being the one who takes care of everyone else. It's like your default mode," he continued, his voice a soothing murmur. "But with me, sweetheart... you can just breathe."
Neither of you started the kiss, or maybe you did, or he did? Who cares. The electricity in the air between you and Eddie was undeniable as you both began sharing a kiss. It started slow and cautious, like a spark of curiosity, but it quickly escalated into something more intense and passionate. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. All the tension, the playfulness, and the unspoken words seemed to melt away in that moment, replaced by a burning desire and a sense of raw connection. He tasted like cigarettes and something uniquely Eddie, and damn it, it felt good. His hands gripped at your waist, his fingers slightly curling into the fabric of your skirt as he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. The change in position allowed the kiss to become more intimate and urgent.
Eddie's lips moved against yours feverishly, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth, like he wanted to explore every part of you. His body was pressed against yours, the heat between you growing hotter with each passing second. His hips rocked slowly against yours, his growing excitement evident as he continued to explore your body. His mouth peppered soft kisses at your jaw before sliding down to your neck. His hands slipped under your skirt, his palms sliding up your thighs, his touch leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. "Can I ask you something?" he murmured against your neck, his lips hovering over your pulse point. "Now?" You whined, "Yes now." "What then, Eddie?"
Eddie pulled away from your neck briefly to look into your eyes, his gaze smoldering with desire. His hands continued to wander under your skirt, his fingers tracing light and teasing patterns on your skin. "This might sound crude, but... how far are you willing to go with me right now?" he asked bluntly, his voice a low and sultry rumble. "Far enough." You smiled, nibbling your bottom lip A lazy smile spread across Eddie's lips at your response, his hands gripping your thighs a little tighter in excitement. "Good answer, sweetheart," he purred, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
He leaned in, his lips hovering just above your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin as he continued, his words dripping with desire. "Because I want you, sweetheart. I want all of you, right now. Fuck, I've been fantasizing this for months." You laughed, "Wait wait. You've fantasized about me?"
He gently pushed you back onto the seat of the van, his body following and pinning you down, his arms caging you in on either side. He leaned in, his lips hovering just a millimeter away from your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "I've thought about it every night, every damn night, sweetheart" he whispered, his voice dripping with need. "And now, I have you here in under me, wearing that pretty skirt... It's driving me mad." You gasp as he slid his ring covered hand between your legs, fingers grazing your soaked underwear "Jesus, already so wet for me, hm?" He teased,rubbing his index and middle finger along your covered slit just to pull a whine out of you. "Let's go to the back." He mused, already knowing there was a couple pillows and a few blankets back there since he occasionally slept in it when the AC cut off at the trailer. Once you both settled back there, he was between your legs, happier than a dog with a bone. He slowly ran his calloused hands up your legs, his touch moving from your calves to the soft skin of your thighs. His fingers danced lightly along your skin, each touch, each caress leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "Let me take care of you, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and full of a sensual promise. "Let me make you feel things you've never felt before." He helped you slide your top off, then bra, nearly groaning at how perfect your tit's were. He couldn't help himself, he had to get a taste. He kissed between them before sucking a nipple into his mouth, his other hand kneading at the other one. Your sighs and soft moans made him keep going till he got the bright idea to bite. So he moved to the side and sank his teeth in, causing you to jerk but not move away. He gave your other breast the same attention before kissing his way downwards. Once he was close enough he kissed your cunt through the underwear before pulling them to the side. A soft groan greeted you when you slid your hand into his dark curls, and tugging them rewarded you with another.
Eddie focused on your clit as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them upwards in a stable but rough pattern. "Fuck...Eddie." his name slipped before you could even question what the hell you two were doing. It only got him to go faster and rougher, dark eyes still on your face. Every now and then a few groans against you clit would have your thighs clenching. "Come for me. God I wanna taste you." He whined. If you pulled away now or only allowed this, he could actually say he'd die a happy man. A few good curls from his fingers and a few rough grazes from his tounge had his name on your lips as you came. He let you ride it out, easily. He wasnt that much of a monster. He pulled away, his lips pink and soaked from spit and your juices. "We good to keep going?" He murmured, he didnt wanna push, even if his cock was hard enough to feel like it'd snap. "Yes." You nodded up at him, sitting up just to be able to start undoing his belt and pants. You watched as he pulled them off once you got them down to his thighs. You blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. "You're gonna kill me with that." You scoffed and he felt his ego boost a little too much. He knew he was a good size, he might not have scored in the popularity department, but the dick department? He did. A good seven an a half inches, trimmed hair at its base. "I aint gonna kill you with it." He chuckled, leaning back to get a condom from the glove box. He always told Wayne he'd never need it as a joke bit here he was.
You watched as he rolled it on, "We can stop." He smiled a little, just to reassure you. "No. I don't wanna." You protested weakly, "Then we won't." He kissed you again, but this time it was slower, more loving as he guided you backwards to lay back. He eventually bottomed out, both of you needing moment to adjust. He swore he could come then if you squeezed him one more damn time. "So perfect, baby. Takin me so well." He muttered, forehead against yours. He was not like other guys at all. You knew it already, but experiencing it was totally different. The first roll of his hips had you both moaning, he kept it slow for the first five minutes before he was becoming a mess. He was surprised at himself, he never was this close this fast, even being alone, yet you had him in a chokehold and he did not want you to let go. Your nails dug into his back, red lines he'd be complaining about but loving later. "That's it, baby. Fuck. Mark up what's yours." He groaned weakly into your neck, hips rutting cause he knew if he moved faster he'd be coming quicker than a virgin. "Please Eddie...need you." You whined, moans spilling out your lips as his pelvis kept grinding into your clit. "You have me, Princess. All yours."
"All." Thrust "Fucking." Thrust "Yours." He groaned harder. Your walls were squeezing him so god damn nicely and his cock was hitting every spot you needed. "Please," he whimpered "Bite me. Mark me, Princess. I need it. I need it so bad." You didn't wait, didn't question it. He wanted bites and hickies? You'd be giving it. Your teeth sank into the soft flesh of his shoulder, biting down before letting go just to suck a mark into it. He was a mess of moans and whimpers as you kept going. The fact that he wasnt afraid to be noisy was such a turn on cause who doesn't like a vocal man? By the time you were done, his left shoulder was covered in bites and red marks that would surely bruise. You gasped soflty feeling his thumb press into your clit, "Im close, sweetheart. But I aint coming before you." He whispered, pressing a kiss to the skin where neck and shoulder meet. "Oh god." You moaned weakly, feeling your orgasm building up faster. "Dont call for God, baby. Its only me here." Which caused you to roll your eyes a little with a smile, of course he'd joke right now.
His thumb kept up with his thrusts, both of you close to falling over the edge. "Say my name, Princess. Say it when you come for me." He pulled away, hips still going, eyes on yours. The pressure in your stomach was tight and when it finally snapped, you did as he asked, his name on those pretty lips as if it was a prayer. His thumb moved, but only so he could grip your hips for leverage. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He'd whimper as he got closer himself. You couldn't help but watch, pleasure was on every inch of his face and he was so vocal it was heavenly. His thrusts got sloppy, hips stuttering before he slammed one, twice, three times before he was coming.
He didnt pull out immediately, hed rather die than leave you so soon. After a few minutes of pants being the only thing that filled the air, he pulled out and tied the condom up before putting it in the bag he had upfront for trash. He laid down beside you in the blankets, helping you settle on his chest. Both of you worn out and happy.
"We can stay here till the rain stops." He whispered and you couldn't agree more. "Sounds perfect."
