Pervert Eddie (guys I think I might actually be the pervert) who takes you home after the closing shift and the quick fuck there.
He tells you to leave your uniform on as laid you on his bed. He moved your bum over the edge of the bed, bending your legs to your chest so just your pussy was in the picture.
He kneels on his floor. He spreads your labia with his thumbs, opening you like a gem. “So pretty.” He mumbles to himself when he sees how wet you still are. He moves his thumbs over the rim of your gaping hole, chuckling when he sees his cum still in you. He runs his thumb over your opening and you squirm.
“Shh, don’t move.” He looks up at you. “Need to check on that.” He smirks and that’s when you remember what he said about the doctor role play. “So… you look a bit swollen, looks like someone already done a number on you.” He tease you with his words, enjoying the way you roll your eyes at him while quietly whimpering. A sign that you slowly get into his power.
“Maybe someone really handsome.” He smirks. But he quickly goes back to his role play. “I see… you’re already carrying some seed… had a fun before seeing me, miss?” He asks as his thumb dips in your hole, pushing his sperm back into you. “Still warm…” he mumbles to himself. He moves his thumb slowly in and out, massaging the rim of your hole before he pulls his thumb out, leaving you craving more.
His sperm leaks out a bit and he sees that. “Messy girl.” He chuckles and for your shock, he smack his hand on your already sensitive and spread out cunt. “O-oh god!” You yelp in surprise. Your body jolts in tiny electric shocks. Eddie does this again.
“Looks like you’re getting really sensitive, sweetheart. I don’t think it’s good.” He fake pouts as his thumbs are running over your pussy lips, letting out your clit out of the fun for a reason. You’re soaked by now.
Before you can say anything you feel him blowing a cold air on your hot pussy. You squirm and whine. You’re sure that he’s torturing you.
“Swollen too.” He taps your indeed swollen clit. Jolting you away. He quickly pulls you back over the edge. “I know what can a pretty girl like you make feel better…” he’s stretching his moment, looking up at you and your fucked out gaze.
“Kissing it better. It’s gonna make you feel all warm and fuzzy… aaaall over.” He palms your sweet pussy as he’s dragging his words. Before you can even say anything, he’s spreading you open again and he leans down, his plushy lips make a quick contact with your clit.
“Hmm… looks like she needs more kisses.” And before you even think what he’s gonna do you, he licks you down from your clit to your gaping hole where he tastes himself. He chuckles, vibrations from his laughter are driving you insane.
He plunges his hot tongue inside. Licking you up like he’s drinking from you, his nose is bumping into your puffy clit, making you cry in pleasure. He wiggles his tongue in you, tasting you more and more. Then he pulls out, leaving you empty and gaping. But before you can say anything he glues his mouth back to your pussy. He slurps his way to your clit where he sucks like his life depends on it. He flicks his tongue over your sweet bump as his two fingers find its way back to your cunt.
He quickly finds your gspot, massaging it in a proper way that tells you that he’s hungry just for you. He moans around your clit and you feel like you’re going crazy.
He speeds up his pace. He’s getting a bit rough, but just in the right way you need it. You don’t even know when you started feeling like you’re gonna explode, but it was there. The knot in your tummy hot and ready to explode.
Before you could even say anything, and with his tongue flicking over your clit, you cum. You squirt right down his chin as he fingers you. Gushing all over him as you hold tightly onto his bed sheets and scream his name.
He helps you out to ride out your high, slowly and carefully slipping his fingers out.
You’re worn out, but somehow hungry for me.
“I’m not sure if this is what’s supposed to happen. I’m afraid we will need to more examinations, miss.” He smirks and you know that you’re not going to sleep tonight.
- 🧸
feeling very normal and stable like a normal stable human usually feels. nothing unnormal is happening here. all normal reactions and feelings !! 😃👍🏻
your kid brothers best friend gives you the creeps.
eddie munson is a twenty year old man repeating his senior year for the third time. he is closer to your age than your brothers.
you dread coming home for the breaks because he is always around. your brother would roll his eyes and call you crazy when you’d tell him of the inappropriate actions of his friend. it made sense that he wouldn’t believe you considering that eddie only did it when your brother wasn’t looking.
from throwing you lascivious gazes to thrusting his hips against your ass as he slid past you. you’d glare and push him away, sometimes having to resort to prying his hands from your hips when he whispers about liking his women older. but his smile would go from lecherous to innocent when your brother would come into view.
eddie held his fingers up to his mouth in the shape of a ‘v’, flicking his tongue in the space between his fingers. you grimaced at the lewd action, it sent a shiver up your spine. your brother caught sight of you and rolled his eyes, murmuring about how dramatic you were. eddie chuckled, agreeing as he sent you a wink and a sly smile.
He’s been y/n’s best friend since the two were super young because her mom and his uncle dated for a little bit
And the bond never broke so they were always together
After years and years of friendship he has obviously seen y/n naked once or twice or a handful of times
He never really grew out of the way too horny during puberty stage so the second he sees a bit of side boob he makes up an excuse as to why he has to leave or something
“I’ve got to go to the bathroom, I think I’m going to throw up I ate too much candy”
“Can I shower? Im getting sleepy and you don’t want me all dirty while I sleep in your bed!”
“Oh fuck I forgot my old man wants me home soon…”
And when she wears a shirt with no bra he does everything in his power to get her to bend over at the right angle so he get to see at least see a little bit, hopefully nipples but that’s only if he’s lucky to be sitting at the perfect angle
And he “accidentally” grabs her tit while they are cuddling or somehow “accidentally” pinches her nipple he’s like “oh my god :( I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that 🥺”
And she just responds back with a smile and a “it’s okay, Eddie. I know you didn’t mean to!”
And if he sees her tits jiggle under her shirt while she walks… consider him dead (😔)
And when he gives her a kiss on the cheek it’s always a little closer to her mouth than expected but he needs to know how soft her lips are… for a friend he’s likes to call… his cock
He lets her have sips of his drinks when he gets a milkshake or a slushy when they are out together but he had to hold it for her and watch her open her mouth to wrap around the straw
And if it’s a thick smoothie and she has to suck hard lord help him
His mouth pops open and he watches her every move
And he gets out a little moan
“Oops, sorry. I’m probably taking forever.”
“No, no, it’s fine. Take your time.”
“It’s really good Eddie” she smiles at him with a little vanilla ice cream still on her lips. He just lets out a shaky breath and nods before he thumbs the ice cream from her lip
When she stays the night he waits for her to fall asleep so he can jerk off as quietly as humanly possible while sleeping next to her
And he would definitely steal a shirt or something to sniff while he jerks off because he wants to imagine that shes still with him
And if he’s staying the night at her house he absolutely refuses to leave her side so he won’t miss anything exciting, like when she showers. He makes sure to move her towel or let her forget to grab a towel if she doesn’t have any more stocked up
Just to see her peek out of the shower
And then when he gets a towel for her he just pulls back the shower curtain like “here!”
“I’m naked!”
“Oh yeah, I somehow forgot…”
And he tells her all his dirty fantasy just to see her face- making sure to leave out the fact that she’s in all of them
And sometimes he “accidentally” grids himself into her clit while they hug or cuddle and then he act oblivious to her frazzled state “I can’t get comfy:(“
And sometimes he just opts for laying his head in her lap and once the movie is halfway through he act like he’s asleep and turns toward her, rubbing his face into her lap, acting like he is stirring in his sleep when really he just wants his nose as close to her panties as he can get it
and when he sees her in a bikini… he’s done
He sits in the hot tub with her and rubs himself through his swim trunks until he cums
One hand over his cock, the other gripping a beer can
And if they are with some other people (maybe Steve, Robin?) he definitely pulls Y/n onto his lap and he’s like “sorry :/ they need some room so you’re stuck with me!!”
But she wouldn’t mind
And he would be freaking out over them only having the tiniest layer of fabric blocking them from touching where he wants to the most
and he so gets her to do the nasty stuff that middle school boys do
“Open youre mouth and pretend to shake salt, I heard after a second you start to taste it”
“I don’t taste anything?”
“Give it a second”
And he feels bad he’s such a perv toward his best friend but it feels so good to touch her, she hasn’t seem to mind or care when he does, so why should he stop if neither of them have a problem?
And he stops feeling bad the second she starts doing the same things back to him
Sitting on his lap and wiggling a little
Sitting next to him and going to rest her hand on his thigh but she accidentally touches his cock “oops, sorry, Eddie :/ didn’t mean to touch you there…”
Or when she gives him little compliments “you’ve got nice hands” and plays with his rings or compares hand sizes with him (when really she’s just trying to figure out how thick his fingers are so she knows how many to stuff inside of herself)
And when she changes in front of him and so conveniently has on her pretty panties, or she has to fix her bra straps and suddenly her tits are bouncing right in front of his eyes
And when she borrows a shirt it seems like she always returns them and exchanges them for another one the moment they don’t smell like him anymore
I like to imagine pervert!eddie as a disgusting person y’know. He likes seeing you wet and sticky. Gets hard at the sight of you getting out of the pool. You spill soda on yourself and get all sticky. Fuck he loves it.
He is a panty drawer raider for sure, but I think he would rather raid your dirty laundry and pocket some of your used underwear.
He watches your mouth when you talk. He wonders what it feels like to shove his cock in there. How your tongue feels around the tip. He gets excited a little when you poke your tongue out to lick your lips.
Definitely brushes up against you so you feel how hard he is. Do you know if it was an accident or not? Do you know that it's because of you? He doesn’t care.
The worst thing he has probably done was the time he waited until you had left for school and your parents had left for work and he snuck into your house. He rummaged through your stuff, pocketing some things he liked before getting on your bed and jacking off in the spot directly under your pillow. He thought maybe you would have some wet dreams about him if he did it.
Is your mother worried? Would you like us to assign someone to worry your mother?
Eddie Munson x Female Reader | 18+
Warnings: mentions of people/parents “disapproving” of your relationship with eddie but no actual parental figures are established, the objectification of one edward munson, use of objectifying words like “slut” but in a joking way (and towards Eddie), alcohol, swearing, dirty talk, mentions of eating ass, implied perv!Eddie (it’s mentioned he likes you sweaty), handjob, naked!reader clothed!Eddie, mentions of exhibitionism, unprotected sex (mine is fiction, yours isn’t pls use protection), creampie, cuddly!Eddie after-sex
Word Count: 3.9k
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this fic isn’t canon (imagine “the piggyback” never happened) and that’s okay cause idk if i can trust those d*ffer bros w their own show anymore, i’ll take it from here lads x
The summer of ‘87 hit Hawkins hard.
Sticky air and beating sun with no relent, a blanket of humidity settled over the town and didn’t seem to want to quit. Nothing you could do about it, days like these where being outside was even worse than being in.
A heat that made you wanna’ throw a tantrum and stamp your feet.
You weighed up your options for a sunny Saturday afternoon in your mind. You could lay spaced out in the centre of your bed, inkling of a breeze brushing through your curtains. Sweat beading at the small of your back, feeling sorry for yourself.
Or, there was him.
He who sat just 10 minutes down the road, probably not up to much. He who had called you last night nearly begging you to sneak out your window to see him.
“C’mon, if you don’t I’ll come get you.”
“Eddie Munson, don’t you dare.”
“Ooh say my name, baby you know it drives me craaaaazy.”
You knew he wouldn’t, he wasn’t that silly. But there was a part of you that liked the idea of it. You liked the fact that he wanted to see you, that he wanted you. You liked having to use a hushed voice on the phone in the kitchen, knowing the trouble he could land you in.
It wasn’t the heat playing tricks on your mind, there was a bad boy in the neighbourhood and you had it bad for him.
Had it so bad that you were kicking up dust on the road winding through the trailer park under the beating sun. Sun-screen sticking to your clothes as the hot air whipped past your face and made the sight of his trailer look like the lost city of Atlantis.
“And why aren’t you dying in front of the A/C like the rest of us?”
You saw a red-cheeked Max Mayfield pouring cool water out for a scrappy little dog as you rounded the corner. Her quirked eyebrow and tiny smile all but answered her own question but you bought into it. She was lucky you liked her.
“Gonna’ scam off theirs instead, I’m sensing cold beers as well.” You called out, lazily gesturing towards Chateau Munson.
Max nodded thoughtfully, standing back up and drying her palms on her thighs. “Well, Wayne just left so more beers and cool air for you two.”
Her brows wiggled as she began to walk backwards to her own trailer. You scrunched up your nose rather childishly in her direction but continued on nonetheless.
Max Mayfield might’ve been one of the only people in this town allowed to tease you about your trailer park rendezvous, given she was one of the only people who knew about you spending your time here.
Between her and Wayne Munson (who was always incredibly welcoming), the only others that had a clue of you and Eddie were the sheets on his bed and the sweet night air.
Not a secret out of necessity, rather out of the excitement it brewed in the both of of you. The burning hot delight of something that exists only for the both of you, the kind of heat you could live with.
The wooden steps squeaked under your sneakers as you knocked on the trailer door, the heat of the metal bit your knuckles for the miniscule moment they made contact. Thankfully, it was only a short time before the door swung open and the swirling air wrapped around you.
“You must’ve heard my prayers, honeybunch.”
The irony of Eddie Munson talking about answered prayers when he was stood before you looking like something the prophets would’ve written about.
The summer heat may have been wicked but it gifted you the sight of Eddie in shorts. His Levi’s 501s having been cut off at the mid-thigh by you at the start of summer, a stroke of genius on your part as the end of his tattoo peeks out of the denim.
He’d cut the sleeves off his “Dio” shirt but you’d cropped it for him, hitting him right at the base of his ribcage so you could see the trail of hair leading to his jeans whenever he raised his arms.
You were a genius, objectifying the man with a pair of fabric scissors and a raging heat in the pit of your belly. But Eddie let you do it, he liked the way you stared.
His own touch of thick socks out the top of heavy combat boots were nice, nice in the make-your-mouth-dry-why-the-fuck-is-this-turning-me-on kind of way. Really nice.
But the most overwhelming part of his frankly slutty little ensemble was messily bundled up at the crown of his head. Curls balled haphazardly into a bun secured with a scrunchie you’d lost at his place some months ago. Two random tendrils hung around his face, wavering gently in the almost-breeze.
The stagnant heat didn’t have you lightheaded but he did, this would nearly kill you.
“Holy hell, you look pretty.”
Eddie laughed, openly and from the chest as he stepped aside and let you into the safety of an airconditioned room. “I think that’s my line?”
You looked at your mismatched outfit, a combination of the most breathable items you could find before you looked back to him. “I think you have me beat.”
His cheeks caught a pink glow that he shook off, loose curls around the bun shaking gently as he moved to the fridge. “You’re just calling me pretty to get in my pants, I think.”
Naked fingers wrapped around the neck of the beer bottle he passed you, far too hot for the chunky rings that usually adorned his hands. You pressed the cold bottle to the back of your neck, feeling the condensation run down your back.
“Nuh uh, looking like that I’m making you leave it all on.” Opening the bottle on the corner of the counter, you spoke before you took your first sip. “Look so good I’ll suck you through the opening of your boxers.”
You casually swallowed your first sip and Eddie nearly choked on his. Eyes going impossibly wider as he wiped a drop of spilt beer from his chin.
“What has gotten into you? Where’s my sweet girl who shuts her eyes when I spread her cu-”
“Eddie!”
“Oh no, there she is.”
He sat beside where you’d made yourself comfortable on the couch, thighs spread wide till his knee was knocking against yours. “I think it’s the heat, makes me forget myself or whatever.”
“Then I’m turning off the fucking A/C, lets get this naughty baby out to play.”
Rolling your eyes, you nudged him with you shoulder as you slumped into the couch. The cool air drifting over you was slowly bringing you back to the land of the living. “Nope, too late sweet girl is back.”
Eddie laughed along with you, elbow resting along the back of the couch as he brought his fingers to lightly scratch the top of your head. Your eyes lay shut, enjoying the way your other senses were being heightened at the moment.
“Hmm, that’s a shame,” Deep voice rumbled in his chest. “Kind of like it when you talk to me like that.”
Your shoulders bounced as you huffed a laugh out your nose. “Slut.”
“Mmm,” You could hear the laughter in his voice as he hummed. “Getting me hard without even trying.”
Rolling your head towards him, you opened one eye to see his hand leave your head to grip his crotch through his jeans. “Just say you like it when I treat you like a whore and move on.”
Without even a moment for hesitation, Eddie’s fingers went back to gripping the back of your head. He leaned in till his lips were by your ear and he whispered it like a secret. “I like it when you treat me like a whore.”
You had to shut your eyes again, your lips tightening into a line as you let the words settle within you. Yeah, he’s taught you a lesson about running your mouth. You could talk big but the minute he shot right back, you didn’t know what to do with yourself.
“Seems sweet girl is back, good thing I like her just as much.”
As if he hadn’t just winded you with a simple sentence, Eddie turned back to take a sip of beer and resumed the quiet ministrations of his blunt fingernails against your scalp.
Your hand shook only slightly as you brought your bottle to your lips, gently resting on the rim as you took a sip. Every time you found a surge of confidence to tease Eddie, try match him at his own game, he reminds you why the game was his in the first place.
Eddie Munson wasn’t the type to shy away from anything. A man who doesn’t get embarrassed, an “I’ll try anything once” kind of guy. That was the charm about him, the notion of showing somebody all the freaky little parts of yourself and just knowing they’re going to love you anyways.
“Surprised you’re here, after you were so keen on keeping me away last night.” He was teasing, you could tell by his tone of voice and even the pressure of his fingers.
“Not tryna’ keep you away.” You mumbled into the beer bottle, trying and failing to hide behind the thick glass.
“No? So you whisper to everyone on the line?”
Your eyes finally opened and they rolled as they did, turning to see that Eddie had that look on his face. The one that cemented with you that he was in fact teasing and was in fact loving every second of it.
“You know what’s up, Eddie.”
He hummed in agreement, dropping his hand from your head so his arm could lay around your shoulders and pull you into his chest. The boy was like a furnace, hot even without the help of the middle of summer. But you didn’t mind this, couldn’t mind it when his lips pressed to the top of you head.
“Don’t you worry, the parents of Hawkins have been scared of me since the minute I arrived.” He lent forward to place his beer bottle on the floor beside the couch. “Make the dads violent and the moms blush, I do.”
You giggled, knowing he wasn’t entirely incorrect. There were plenty of men in this town that didn’t like the influence Eddie had on their daughters (or their wives for that matter), that all he had to do was smile in their general direction and they start behaving like Elvis was opening at the International.
“I nearly let you come round last night.” Your voice was a deliberate squeak.
Eddie heard you, ears now well in tune to all the subtle noises you might make for him. He turned his face so his cheek was pressed to your head, an inquisitive noise raising from his chest.
“Yeah? And why didn’t you? Put me out my misery or somethin’?”
“I uh-” Burying your face in his chest just a bit, you let the words rush through you. “Wasn’t trusting myself to keep quiet.”
If you hadn’t been holding him so tight, Eddie thought he might’ve fallen apart. A smile that was frankly below-the-belt resting over the lower half of his face. His hand slid down your arm till it reached your thigh.
“Mmm and I can’t ever stop my girl from making those pretty little sounds, can I?”
His hand nudged your leg a little more, shifting you even closer to him till you were nearly in his lap. The A/C had taken the bite out of the heat for now, but draping yourself over him still left that sticky feeling along you both.
You were close enough that he could get his lips along the shell of your ear to whisper for you.
“I bet if I got my tongue in the right spot, I could have you waking up the whole neighbourhood.”
He darted that god-forsaken tongue out like the serpent that started everything, firm muscle running along the length of your neck and making you squeal. Your natural reaction had you drawing your ear down against your shoulder, trying to keep him back but failing miserably. What Eddie wanted, Eddie got.
“Eddie don’t, I’m all sweaty-”
“And you think I fucking care?” He manhandled you, pulling you the rest of the way into his lap until you were perched up on his thighs. “I’d put my mouth on every inch of you if you let me.”
Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, knowing that he meant good on his word. You give him so much as an inch and he’d take a fucking mile with his tongue pressed between the plush of your ass cheeks.
Anyways, warning him of your sweaty disposition was a weak argument. Eddie was a menace when it came to you, there wasn’t a part of you he wasn’t enamoured with- including your scent. Even when you weren’t at your best.
Your mind wound back to Eddie following you into your home when you were sure you both were the only ones there, your clothing sticking to you from the walk there. He ambled behind you as you made a beeline for the bathroom, peeling the dirty clothes from your body and dropping them in the hamper.
As you waited for the shower to heat, you caught a glimpse in the mirror of the sights over your shoulder. Eddie shamelessly plucking the shorts you’d just had on and holding them straight to his face, inhaling your musky scent.
“You’re fucking bad, Eddie Munson.” Your voice broke as you whimpered for him, hips rolling into his.
“Yeah, but you like it,” He leaned in, lips nipping down your neck as his hands maneuvered your hips. “So you’re worse.”
He didn’t just make you crazy, he didn’t just make you filthy, he made you feel pathetic. The way you’d pull at his clothing, how your thighs got slick at the sight of his hair up, how you’d give just about anything to have him inside of you right now.
You were honestly and pathetically down horrible for this man, and worst of all? He knew it.
“Hmm there’s those pretty sounds, nearly crying for me yeah?”
He looked up at you, hands bunching your shirt up around your chest. You took incentive, immediately shoving the fabric up your arms and over your shoulder. Eddie could pray to the sun gods at this moment, giving him a heat that left you braless.
“There’s my girls.” Corny as he was, the minute his hands enveloped your breasts you were back to whining his name.
He was right, verge of tears beckoning you closer. Overwhelming tears, this is so fucking good tears, tears that threaten your waterline every time he trails a featherlight touch over you. His fingers close around your nipples, whilst his palms press into the flesh of your chest.
Desperate movements of your hips roll into his, hands skittering down his chest as you tug at his belt. Your lower lip pouts, pitiful little whimpers trailing out of your mouth as his hands cover as much ground as they could manage.
Eddie’s eyes were quick to hone in on your movements, corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk. “You want it so bad, take it out for me.”
Forgoing his belt, you stayed good on your words from earlier. Fly down and fingers burrowing into the soft cotton of his boxers, you were met with the soft feeling of his skin. Soft skin but fucking hard.
Eddie hissed, hips jolting up towards your touch as you took his cock out. Your hand ran over the head, swiping through the precum and drawing it down over the length of him. Immediately, you twisted your wrist once around him and got exactly what you were looking for.
A moan, borderline songlike fell from his parted lips as his head tipped back against the couch. “That’s it, angel, oh- that’s it.”
His fingers started with the waist of your bottoms, dipping into the band and pushing them down as you kept up the steady motions of your hand rolling over the head of his cock and making his hips lift to meet you.
As your bottoms got around your thighs, Eddie nudged you to stand so he could get them the rest of the way off. “Take these off, baby. Come put that pussy on me.”
That got you moving, kicking the clothing off your ankle and somewhere across the living room, you were quick to settle back onto Eddie’s thighs. The denim of his shorts were rough against your thighs, but you braced one hand on a bare knee behind you as you leant into a kiss.
You felt the hairs of his leg under your palm, a little scratchy but slightly soft as you gripped at his leg. Eddie’s own palms came up your sides, gripping your waist as he pulled you forward till your cunt was pressed against the hard length of him.
Sat stark naked as the day you were born whilst Eddie hadn’t shed one item, it should’ve been a little bit shameful but you couldn’t find it in you to mind. He had a way of drawing everything up to the surface, no matter how valiantly had tried to bury it. You liked it, you liked when he stripped you bare and stared at all the intimate parts of you.
When he licked his lips and groaned under his breath and said something like, “fuck, and all for me yeah?”
You rolled your hips once, twice, the hard line of his cock pressed straight between your folds. Dripping head brushing against your swollen clit, catching against you and making you mutter a string of curses mixed with a wail of his name.
Hand gently resting against the other side of his cock, you rocked harder against it. Grinding against the thick vein that ran along the underside, your took your eyes off the heavens and took in the sight beneath you.
Eddie lay blissed out, one hand was holding your hip and rubbing sweet circles into the flesh. His other arm lay stretched along the back of the couch, head resting against it as he watched you work yourself against him.
“You like using me to get off, huh?” He quirked an eyebrow as his eyes ran up the entire length of you. “It’s okay, sweet thing, you take whatever you need.”
You huffed a heady moan out of pursed lips, lifting up onto your knees so you could nudge the head towards your opening. Your other hand came to the meeting of your thighs, fingers dragging the wetness around the mess between your legs.
Dragging some of your own slick down Eddie’s cock, you lined him up against yourself. Eyes fixed on his, you sunk down on him slowly as your mouth fell open with a cry of his name, “Eddie, please-oh god.”
“I know, baby,” Both his hands came to grip hard at your waist, pulling you forward. “Tell me allllll about it.”
Between Eddie’s guiding motions and the own roll of your hips, you picked up pace in bouncing on his thighs. Your hand shot back to it’s spot on his knee, using it to steady yourself as he began to lift his hips and fuck up into you.
Mouth hanging open and sounds falling out, every filthy little sound filtered into the air. Your eyes flickered towards the open windows with billowing curtains, knowing there was an incredibly good chance the Munson’s neighbour’s now knew exactly what the youngest was capable of, thanks to your inability to keep quiet.
The inkling of worry in your chest blossomed into something dark and a little dirty, the devil who lived on your shoulder and kind-of-sort-of wanted Eddie to show you off. For now, you’d settle for the way he looked at you like you were the only thing worth his time.
Glassy eyes, totally fucked out expression across his face. Sweat sheen over his forehead as he lifted you and placed you straight down onto his dick, mouth running a mile a minute about how good you look perched in his lap.
“My good girl, bouncing on my cock like you were made for me.”
Part of you was beginning to think maybe you were. There was no way he felt this good inside you, made you feel this good inside when he so much as spoke to you, without there being some divine intervention.
Men like Eddie Munson weren’t coincidences. They were rewards for good behaviour in another life, or something.
Yeah something, your mind swelled with a multitude of emotions all at once. Part of you was still comprehending Eddie’s coo of “good girl”, the other part couldn’t get over how he was rutting his hips under you, the last part was fully focused on the impending orgasm getting closer each moment.
The hand that wasn’t holding you upright came down to rub at your clit, immediately making you flex your hot cunt tight around him, the action not at all going unnoticed by Eddie. “Jesus fucking Christ, that’s it.”
Filthy wet sounds of your fingers messily dragging over your clit, Eddie’s cock being sucked into the tight hold of your pussy, his full balls slapping against you with every thrust. The sounds alone should’ve made you fell an ounce of shame but it was overtaken by the hot rush that was catching up to you.
Falling forward, your face tucked into the crook of his neck and hands coming to ball the material of his shirt into your fists. Eddie wrapped both arms around your waist, holding tight as he could whilst he picked up the pace even further, not that you thought that was even possible.
“Eddieeeee, oh- fuck- I’m”
“I know, can feel your cunt like a vice grip,” There was a hint of teasing under his tongue. “Give it to me, angel.”
Not one to deny him anything, you released the tension and let go of the floodgates. Your lips split open and cries fell into the skin of Eddie’s neck, teeth closing around the muscle of his shoulder in a feeble attempt to quiet yourself some.
Eddie didn’t mind a bit, chuckle in his voice as he spurred you on. “Yeahhh- sink your teeth in, baby. Take a bite of my heart next.”
Your body fell limp, letting him pick you up and slide you along the length of his cock like a toy. His hips slowed minutely before they started to hammer, hard thrusts slowing down until he was dragging you right down and holding you tight.
The guttural groan that sounded from his chest as he filled you up was nearly enough to have you coming again, gentle little “fuuuuuck baby, that’s my good girl” as his lips pressed to the side of your head.
You could barely move, knowing that if you did there would be a helluva mess on Eddie’s shorts beneath you (not that he’d ever mind). Your whole body felt soft, draped over him as he cooed quietly in your ear, hand rubbing over your bare back.
Sweat covered the both of you, A/C working overtime to try and bring the room back down. Eddie slid a hand up to cup the back of your head, quick kiss to the side of your cheek. “You still with me, honeybunch?”
“Mhmm,” You sighed, burrowing further into his hold. “Feels good.”
Eddie huffed a quiet laugh, his chest rising against yours as you felt him nod gently against you.
“Yeah it does,” He secured your warm body against his in a cuddle. “Yeah it fuckin’ does.”
“Yeah?” Your sweet voice says. Eddie can hear the airy, carefree laugh that was no doubt bubbling from your throat seconds before.
“Hey…”
“Munson? Are you okay? It's midnight," there's a worried tone now. Aw, his pretty girl. So cute and caring.
“Yeah,” he breathes heavily into the phone, pumping his hard cock. So sweet. You're so sweet. “yeah," he moans, "just keep talking."
"Hm, okay,” you pause, likely thinking. You let out little noises, fueling his arousal. You giggle, remembering the funny encounter, “you’ll never guess what Robin did at work today.”
“Yeah, mm, what’s that?” His voice's strained and he bites his lip.
You babbled on about Robin and her interaction with a customer, laughing and talking animatedly. He pumps faster, hips meeting the movements of his hands. He rests his forehead on the wall in front of him, closing his eyes and imagining your pretty lips moving. Pink muscle moving with every word.
"Are you sure you're okay, Eddie?"
Fuck. He loves the way you say his name. "I'm good, baby. Perfect. Say my name one more time."
He squeezes his tip as he pumps up and down, hips rutting desperately, seconds away from cumming all over the wall.
"brothers best friend!perv!eddie" is so so hot?? I even lost count of how many times I've reread this. Pls pls I'm on my knees begging for a part three
you're emptying the washing machine when it happens. you're unsuspecting when the all too familiar touch slides around your hips, distracted by the music that blasted through your headphones. next thing you know, you're bent over the washer, clutching the damp pair of shorts.
his hair falls into your face as he kneads the clothed flesh. your ears were warming by your embarrassment and the wafts of eddie’s hot breath. after you spent so long untouched, you couldn’t help the throb in your core.
“s-stop,” you stutter out, hearing him inhale deeply into your hair. he grips your hips tighter and begins to move your body to meet his hips, rutting against you.
“see how good this would feel?” he whispers, placing a kiss on your neck. “you’re so sexy, y’know? in a way only a woman can be.” you lift your shoulder up and cringe. you hate when he says things like that.
eddie pulls back, pressing his nose into your hair again. his breathing was slightly heavy and his bulge was pressed to the flesh of your ass as he rolled his hips.
you bit your lip, withholding the sighs that wanted to escape your throat. his hands moved in, sliding between your thighs. you jumped at the feeling, pressing into him as he humped you.
“you like this," he spoke with a chuckle, "you're dripping for me."
“eddie," you attempted a stern tone, but it was true. you could feel your arousal seeping out of you. “get off me. i'll call for my brother."
"he won't listen," he said with certainty. “thinks you’re trying to seduce me,” another chuckle, “can you believe that?” he groaned, rolling his hips.
"how many times do I have to tell you," you couldn't hold back the high breath, "i don't like you, eddie. this is inappropriate."
"c'mon, we could have so much fun,” his hand cupped your heat, angling his fingers where your hole was. you shut your thighs as your breathing matched his.
you bent over completely, it was a mixture of your own will and the shove of his chest against your back. the cold metal of the washing machine pushed the damp cloth of your shorts into your heaving middle. your feet almost left the ground as you were held up the brute force of his hips. he was so desperate.
“see? you gave in so easily,” he nipped your ear and moved to rest his hands on your waist.
your face burned but you couldn’t bring yourself to shove him away. “fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” your thighs shut tighter the tone of eddie’s voice.
a part of you wished your brother would walk in and witness the scene, maybe then he’d believe you and quit bringing his best friend over. but another wanted him to continue, to go harder.
you felt guilty, he was younger than you. but there you were, letting him hump you like it was nothing. you hadn’t really tried to remove him. not as hard as you should’ve anyway.
the stutter of his moments brought you back to reality. a quiet string of “shit”s were falling from his bruising lips. he pulled back and planted your feet on the ground. he slipped his fingers through your belt loops and adjusted your shorts, giving your ass a pat.
“this was fun,” he smiled, “let’s do it again. you wouldn’t want anyone to find out, would you?”
you stayed put, listening to the soft sounds of the music echoing from your headphones as he shut the door with a slam.
a request for u !! could you please write more about eddie the way he’s written in the fic that starts with “your kid brother’s best friend gives you the creeps” ? thank u so so much !!
¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !
content warning: fem!reader, groping
¡ part one ! | ¡ part three ! | ¡ part four !
¡ stranger things masterlist !
“what color panties are you wearing?” eddie asks as you’re forced to walk past. you ignore him and roll your eyes, shuffling past him. just as you think you’re safe, your skirt lifts quickly, being let down just as fast. you turn, angry expression already on your face as you glare at him.
he smiles, chewing on the gum in his mouth, “white. so delicate and innocent. are you innocent?”
you flush, pursing your lips. “cut it out.”
“aw,” he reaches for your thigh, his feather light touch slid from the hem of your skirt to your knee. goosebumps rose in his wake. your heart beats a little quicker.
his hand moves to grope your upper thigh as soon as you let your guard down. you should’ve known. “I can help you with that, you know?” he shoots closer to you, staring up at you with eerily darkened eyes.
you can’t help the throb in your heat, flushing further. can he feel it? “let go of me, freak,” you seethe, attempting to free your leg.
“mmm,” he hums, using both of his hands to run up and down your thigh, occasionally squeezing the plush flesh. “you’re so pretty. I wanna-” he stops abruptly, dropping his hands and leaning back on the couch.
“eddie! I didn’t know you were coming over today.”
you whip your head around, giving your brother a panicked look. did he see?
“what?” he asked meanly, shaking his head as he walked past you. he wandered into the kitchen, leaving you alone with eddie once more.
he flipped your skirt and smacked your ass, leaving his touch lingering there before giving it a squeeze and winking. he dropped your skirt and gave your ass a few taps while signaling you to leave.
you gave him an incredulous look, ultimately leaving with your face burning.
