Distraction — Eddie Munson x black!fem reader
summary: you needed a distraction from the stress your homework was giving you and luckily, eddie was there to provide it.
cw: dom!eddie, bratty!nervous!reader, praise kink, face slapping, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk (minors dni!)
you were so over it. why did calculus have to be so difficult? not just difficult but unnecessarily difficult? you had breezed through all the studying for your other subjects, all the homework you were assigned.
in hawkins high’s library, you had found a loophole. see, ms. rivers (the librarian), was young. meaning it was stupendously easy to get on her good side.
and in the right corner of the library, the “closed off area” led to a tranquil, secluded section. where ms. rivers herself went to at times. there stood a desk, chair and was surrounded by bookcases — not in the suffocating way and more in the ‘if the walls were books’ way. it was also accompanied with a skylight, giving the space just the right amount of greenery to soothe the soul from a school day. a ladder sat lonely in the room, used for reaching the higher spots of the rows of shelves.
you got on her good side. you got the secret spot. simple.
but right now its serenity wasn’t helping, as you were even more tense than when you entered.
you decided on giving up, pushing away your things and hoping to meet up with someone in your class later who knew what the hell the worksheet was talking about.
you got up to look at the bookcases. eyes skimming over the spines upon spines of books, you settled on a classic. i know why the caged bird sings by maya angelou. also known as your goddess.
you began to try to let your mind indulge in the story. try to forget to be aware of your surroundings. the book needed your full attention so, that’s what you’d give it.
except you couldn’t. the harder you stared at the words to try and make sense of them, the less they became comprehensible.
you sighed, ready to get up and leave. your point of focus was lost and you were starting to regret giving up your free time to walk all the way from the other side of school to get here.
what you didn’t expect when your back was turned to put away the book was another person when you turned around.
it was eddie munson. dubbed as the school’s ‘freak’ by many of the assholes that walked the same halls as you.
personally, you never saw him as such. you shared one or two classes but the barrier of differing friendship groups stopped you guys from having actual conversations. all you knew was, he wasn’t what people tended to make of him. he was a little witty, a little eccentric, and in most cases, a little kind. you gave him props honestly. his ability to care about school’s subcultures, its bursts of outrageous gossip every once in a while was so low that he minded his business.
“s-sorry, i- didn’t know anyone else was…” he paused for a moment, not truly believing what he was seeing. “you know about here?” he questioned.
to be honest, you were as confused as him. seems as though you weren’t the only one who has exclusive access.
“ms. rivers isn’t as trustworthy as those kind eyes make her seem…” you muttered back, earning a little laugh from him. you locked eyes and there was this comfortable silence.
he gave you the once over, then walked to the desk, peering at the worksheet on it. which was embarrassing since you had only written your name and three different wrong answers to the first question. you tried your best not to snicker at him tripping due to the ladder, watching him try to play it off cool.
you hurriedly picked up your pencil case, trying to leave so eddie could have the space to himself. “well, i should get going—”
“is this coleman’s homework?” he asked, his eyes trained on the paper before his eyes darted up at you. you nodded, sliding the sheet closer to your side.
he knew because that was one of the classes you two shared. he was also extremely smart in that class. he was one of the only three to score nearly 100% on the treacherous sheet of torture also known as a mr coleman’s test.
“i thought i’d do it now and get it over with. hence,” you raised your hands up, “you finding me here. but i’m bombing. like, hiroshima-level impact.”
“you really don’t get it, huh?”
“i’m in the one place in this entire school that doesn’t make me wanna shoot my brains out. yet these questions are makin’ me wanna know the nearest gun shop,” you digressed, shoving your pencil case into your tote bag.
as soon as it dropped in there though, eddie took it back out. you couldn’t even process that since he took the sheet out of your grasp too.
“let me know the directions and i’ll drive us. just been the same room as the esteemed hawkins’ tigers and i’d rather have my brains be splattered than deal with that level of testosterone ever again,” he muttered while looking at the sheet.
without even stopping yourself, you laughed at his remark. as it died down, you watched as he took a seat on the chair, after fishing out the crinkled, folded replica of the sheet from his pocket and laying it on the table.
you probably looked rude staring but he looked weird doing things with no context. he glanced at your frozen figure for a split second then grabbed two pencils from your case.
“you gonna keep staring at me, y/n, or d’you wanna learn how to do this?” he asked you yet another question despite your state clearly not associating your speechlessness with shock.
well, it was understandable. you and eddie weren’t friends like that. sure, you never had a problem with him. also, the passive but humorous comments he made towards any member of the basketball team when they tried to make him a victim of their harsh remarks was inadvertently admirable. and, he appreciated your shared distate for the team’s captain.
but again, you two were not friends.
now here he was, offering you homework help in a class he places top 3 in. he shouldn’t be helping you, he should swimming in a pool of self-actualisation and gloat.
it was a confusing matter. not confusing enough, however, for you to sit on the desk and pay attention to him. you crossed your left leg over the other, making your left foot waver right infront of his arm and your right was next to his left thigh.
once eddie’s teaching session began, you once again found it hard to get it right. not because you weren’t focused. oh no, you were focused. just on something else this time.
hands. his calloused, veiny hands. with small scars in hidden places. fingernails almost chewed to the nub probably from nervous habit. on the fingers were silver rings. some plain, some with skulls.
goosebumps arose on your skin — the rising action to the beautiful story you’re typewriting in your head. as you wrote of the spark of cold those rings would give you around your neck. as eddie kissed you. a rough, intoxicating kiss where the only logical thing to do would be keep kissing you.
“hello? earth to y/n?” the same hands you were fantasising about waved afore your daydreaming eyes to get you back into the room.
eddie was now raised up from his seat to be able to get his hand right infront of you. his brown, doe eyes looking quizzically at you. making them look better, making him look better.
amidst ridding yourself of distraction, you discovered a new one. eddie munson’s eyes… how the spherical hypnosis painted in a chocolate hue entrapped you.
his concerned face just made you stare at him harder. his furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. his adorable curiosity made him seem even cuter to you than you initially wanted.
“you really spaced out there… you okay?” he asked, eyes dancing around your emotionless face.
you had never looked at him in this way, nor were you complaining. it was so understandable though, he had gotten so close to you. he had made you laugh, helped you with your homework, asked you if you were okay.
and doing it all in such an attractive manner that you couldn’t help but act on impulse. although eddie wasn’t your first kiss, the way you did it gave that impression for sure.
you pressed your lips against his with haste, your eyes shutting tight and body immensely stiff. when your eyes opened, you were met with a reaction you expected that didn’t really want.
eddie looked at you shocked but you couldn’t tell what kind of shocked it was. good shocked or bad shocked? fuck, what kind of shocked is it?!
“sorry,” you blurted out with embarrassed eyes and stiff posture. you gripped onto the edge of the desk so hard there was now a caramel hue to your brown knuckles.
he was still staring at you like you had just told him his uncle died or something. except this time, his eyes flickered down to your lips. since he still wasn’t speaking, you decided to dig a bigger hole and keep talking.
“you were- i just couldn’t focus like, the whole time you were tryna help me. then you just kept starin’ at me. and i had wanted to do that since you sat down an—” you caught yourself, shutting your eyes tight again.
why the fuck would you say that?
“why the fuck would i say that?” you thought out loud. you looked back up at him, except he didn’t so shocked anymore. if anything he looked… amused.
he had a lopsided smirk, the right corner of his mouth lazily upturned at your erratic state. maybe you shouldn’t have kept talking.
“sorry. i’m- m’really sorry, i should—” you stammeringly apologised, getting up from the desk. fingers struggling to grasp onto the handles of your bag like you trying to hold onto your sanity.
the only logical thing would be to walk away as you cursed yourself under your breath. so this moment doesn’t have to worsen.
“y/n.” only a simple call of your name got you to quieten down. that and the fact he grabbed your hand to stop you. you turned around to eye him, while he stared at you.
nothing was said. nothing could be said when he took a step closer to you, backing you up against a bookcase, to kiss you.
he kissed your bottom lip; a soft, chaste kiss. so soft you could almost hear the hatching of the cocoons that set free butterflies in the pit of your stomach.
more made home there the less chaste the kiss got. when his rings made you gasp as his hands held your cheeks. from that cold you had been imagining. giving him an opportunity to let his tongue slide into your mouth.
the iambic pentameter fluttered in the gates known as your rib cage, going so high up in iambs you were scared it was going to burst.
a hum escaped as he found a rhythm with the way he kissed you but was messed up by your constant gasping and hums. he pulled away with a look of concern he’d never had.
“yeah?” you timidly answered, your voice so shaky from the nervousness. it’s funny, since in your mind there was no telling how bold you were.
“no one’s gonna know what we do. it’s just you… and i… alright?” he reassured. you nodded but he wasn’t satisfied with that.
“be vocal with me, hmm? it’s alright, yes?” his voice was soft but stern. warm but from the mouth of a brute so, you knew you had to listen.
“good,” he showed you a half smile, kissing your cheek. then trailed them down to your neck. where he sucked, bit and licked on your skin. desperate to leave a mark on you.
“and it’s good if i kiss you here, isn’t it, y/n?” he questioned you. your moans had surpassed your level of talking; the pleasure was started to get so intense you felt you didn’t need to say anything.
naturally, you thought it was fine that your vocal chords couldn’t push out anything other than an nonverbal expression of elation. but eddie wasn’t really having that.
he bit onto your skin and while in a context other than this, it would hurt you, it excited you. let you know he wasn’t doing the comfortable shit. he was doing what would never distract you.
jolting, you froze back in place once again as he kitty licked on that bruising spot to soothe you. “your words…” he muttered onto your neck. you breathed out heavily and shakily, pushing out a ‘yes’ from your voice only just above a mutter.
sadism. you could feel the sadism of his smile without even looking at him directly. it was on your flesh and he pressed it in with his kisses. you only registered his hands when they had skilfully slipped up your right thigh and hovered right over your panties.
fingertips flicking at the embroidered bow, digits dangerously close to your clothed clit and heart hyperventilating in tune with yours, he snuck his hand inside your panties.
you wanted to be quiet. oh, so desperately. but it was eddie. and yes, while you hadn’t looked at him so much before this moment, he was never unattractive to you. maybe your own mind and insecurities immediately associated him with the unattainable people at your school. but for what it’s worth, it was a fantasy to have someone so hot, so mysterious, so intriguing take intrigue in you.
“shit,” his voice was hardly audible as he watched the mess you were making on his fingers. well, it was his fault.
“and it’s good if i touch you here too? yeah, baby?” he asked hurriedly, like he wanted you to say yes immediately so he could get to doing all the things he’s currently imagining now here with you like this.
“isn’t it obvious?” you breathlessly goaded in hopes of him finally getting to the good bit. but he would only tease you more. his fingers went back up and away from your folds. stop right above your clit. not touching it, just hovering above it.
“you should watch your mouth before i stop,” he ordered. his breath fanned against your lips and you almost whimpered at how desperate you were for him to make you feel good.
the silence you showed was noticeable, making him chuckle. “so you can listen to me when m’touching you? when m’giving you hickeys and fuckin’ kissin’ you? when i’m doing bad shit to you? hmm?”
“that’s the problem,” you rolled your eyes, agitated at his effrontery with his efforts he began with, “you aren’t touching me right now. s’posed to distract me and you aren’t even doing that, are you?”
matching his energy worked massively. since his agitation caused him to skip whatever he was hoping to do and push two fingers inside of you. the rings he adorned brushed your pussy lips to create this beautiful blend of heat and cold.
you probably weren’t even aware yourself of how much noise you were really making but what mattered to eddie was that you weren’t talking out your ass anymore. you were focused on the feeling of his fingers working their way in and out of you with a quickness that was almost making you shiver.
your hand ran through his hair, while the other latched onto the bookcase for stability. eddie just watched. watched your wetness lap up on his calloused hand, dripping down to the knuckle.
it was all he could draw his attention to; the sound, your movement and the rush it was giving him. it was only after he got off on it, that he looked at you. “what was that?” he teased, making eye contact with you. for a second, it was just silence. reading the lust written all over those brown pupils.
then from there, it was feverish. your lips latched onto eachother’s like you were needed for the other to breathe. your arms folded around his neck as you took long, hard and harsh gasps for air inbetween your kisses.
distractions had come in all sorts of forms for you. in a riveting book, in the aimless conversations you and your friends had, or an episode of the golden girls. but not once did you think your procrastinating mind put focus on this.
focusing solely on making sure your legs wrapped around eddie’s torso. focusing solely on the rush you got when your covered clit pushed up against his bulge. focusing solely on the annoying barrier that were your clothes.
you sucked on his tongue, bit on his bottom lip, kissed wildly as he carried you over to the desk. for a second, he pulled away and you watched as he spun you both around briefly to knock over everything that was still on that desk to sit you right ontop of it.
your legs dropped but still opened for him and he slid himself inbetween them. one hand gripped your left thigh and the other gripped your neck. the choking excited you and the occasional squeeze he gave your pressure points had your pussy clenching on nothing but air.
his attention drove away from your lips and then to your body. delicately, he removes your cardigan, kissing the right shoulder that just became exposed to him. lips on your neck, trailing down to your collarbones, ascending to the closed valley of your breasts due to the tight black t-shirt you sported.
he pulled back to admire the shine his trail of saliva now gave then gazed at you. who was just patiently waiting for him to make his next move.
“black suits you, y’know,” he commented and it was so randomly put out there you couldn’t help but crack a smile. “yeah?” your smile caused him to mirror it.
“mhmm. looks hot on you,” he added. the random compliment was barely acknowledged as he pecked your skin under the hem before slowly lifting your shirt up.
air hit your nipples, both of them hardening and poking out. you wanted to convince yourself that the look on eddie’s face was a figment of your imagination. that it was all heightened, since your brain had floated away in this lustful high.
but it was all real. he marvelled at you, feeling at your brown areola and watching you shiver from his contact. without warning, his lips latched onto your boob. instinctively your hand ran through his hair. and since there was so much of it, it felt good to him.
while his mouth sucked on your breast, swapping around and giving attention to both, his fingers took a high dose of wanderlust. following a downward pathway to your inner thighs. finding the treasure that was your core at the end of it.
coating his fingers in your juices again, his fingers get lost in your entrance. working fast and hard for you. you barely cared how much noise you were making. it was only going to get worse if you two continued.
and you were going to continue. this man had excited you too much for it to stop now. it seemed as he was on the same track anyways. he stopped paying attention to the upper body and decided to meet where his fingers were. the white tennis skirt you had on was soon bunched up around your waist, with your panties carelessly being flung to the floor.
once you were ready to complain to him about his fingers slipping from inside you, you were shut up with something better.
“eddie! eddie!” you cried out as he mercilessly pushed his tongue in and out of you, pausing from the motion to lick a stripe up your folds to taste you.
“you’re soaking,” his eyebrows were furrowed as he watched your body move with his motions when he circled your clit harshly. you squirmed for him and he seemed to really enjoy that.
“you losin’ it for me sweetheart? when i do filthy shit like this for you, huh?” he questioned, so disgusting elated with how you were ready to come undone for him. all he needed was to give you that push.
he licked his fingers, feeling around before pushing the two digits into you once again. you cried for him, even his name fanning past your lips but he didn’t care. he could stay watching you like this for hours.
“fuckin’ gettin’ me hard, turning me on with the way you were starin’ at me. fuck, you’re so fucking sexy, sweetheart,” his frustration was so apparent. the state you were in, as much as he enjoyed the teasing, it also made him lose his own control.
you ran your hands through his hair. that brown, unkempt mane. the disorder tying in with your control as fucking eddie ‘the freak’ munson spat on your clit, sadistcally watching it drip down your slit and mix in with your wetness only to lick it back up.
“fuck…” your body juddered at how sudden and pleasurable the feeling was. and how the desire to feel it again stirred up inside your heart.
a panting and heaving mess, you gazed dreamily at eddie as he stood up. it was clear his control was hanging by a thread as his fingers fumbled frantically with his belt to get his jeans off.
eventually, they were a pool at his feet and he was making his way towards you again. harshly, he pulled you to the edge of the desk, making you squeal a little.
“coulda got a splinter,” you mumbled. and while that was more of a comment to yourself, eddie was still able to hear you. he snickered a little before letting out a deep chuckle, you feeling it rumble in his chest.
after getting his laugh out, he looked at you with adoring eyes. a hand reaches out to caress your face, his thumb going to run down your bottom lip.
“this mouth, y/n l/n,” he said in a singsong tone which made you just want to challenge him. “wow, he knows my last name?! i’m so surprised,” your sarcastic tone just made him laugh again.
he grabbed your face, thumb under your ear and fingers resting under your jaw, so your focus was trained on one spot of his body.
“yeah and what’s mine? we take a class together, you should know this,” he teased, looking deadly serious. however, you played dumb, looking up to the ceiling pretending to be in thought.
“did it begin with an a? or an o? it was definitely a vowel, right?” you questioned stupidly, biting your bottom lip to suppress your cheeky smile.
lightly, his hand on your jaw raises to slap your right cheek. “haha,” he satirically retorted, eyes dancing around but finally focused on your lips.
his kiss yours, his tongue slyly slipping into it and finding a rhythm when colliding with yours. as you kiss, your hands feel down his abdomen. for what you wanted. his cock inside of you. his cock penetrating you. you two finally connecting after all this tension and head bumping.
you needed to be relieved.
he clocked onto your movements and broke from the kiss to watch you. from removing his black boxers, his cock broke free from restraint. he was already hard and you were already quite intimidated.
“holy shit, eddie…” you trailed off, reaching a hand out to feel it. as soon as your hand touched it, he hissed in pleasure. you were going to spit on your hand but eddie fixed that problem.
he slipped his shirt over his head, as it was getting in the way of what he was trying to do. then spat on his dick to give it more leverage as your hand stroked it.
whilst your hand rubbed against him, you looked up from watching yourself at work. to see eddie staring at you oddly. his mouth was uttering small curses and eyes not being able to fixate on a specific part.
you decided not to acknowledge the hard stare and shifted closer to him. he took over, running his dick over your folds before pushing the tip in.
there was a gasp both of you shared when the head of his cock settled into you. you bit your lip at the pleasure and you watched eddie as his eyes stared at nothing in particular. you wrapped an arm around his back as he pushed himself into you further, your wetness making the friction feel even better to him.
your moans were choked as he staggeringly goes in and out, your tightness not doing him any favours with finding a pace to start off at. to steady you, he grabbed a hold of your neck which you whimpered at.
“relax, baby. relax…” he whispered to you, probably hoping you’d stop clenching so hard. but the pressure and pleasure made for so much overwhelm you didn’t think he’d be able to push all the way into you.
ofcourse it felt good. you let him know that by the sharp, breathy moans you were exhaling. he kissed you to shut you up, also using it as a way to get closer to you. to push further in you.
as you felt his dick tap to a very sensitive wall in your body, you cried out louder into his mouth, the sound vibrating onto the tongue you entrapped with your lips. you arched your back at the feeling grew stronger and stronger.
he pulled away from the kiss and connected his forehead to yours, his eyebrows furrowing as a groan rumbled in his chest. this excited you — knowing that you made him lose control as much as he was losing it.
he pulled back out to thrust all the way back in. eyes rolling to the back of your head briefly, you got lightheaded from it. not in a painful way, in an elated way. in a way where you desperately needed more now that it was given to you.
“you like that?” he mumbled. although his voice seemed confident, his eyes had a little bit of fear in them. fear that he was going too rough on you.
but as you murmured that you loved it with your voice trembling, making the request to go faster, he knew exactly what he needed to do for you. he knew what his purpose in this library was.
to give you the best distraction ever.
by your request, his strokes were deeper, faster. so fast the table began to creak and shake in time with the friction. he plunged his dick in and out of your walls while his head buried into the crook of your neck.
this way you got to hear him. hear the little curses he muttered everytime you clenched your walls around his shaft, the groans, the moans. all of it was music to your ears. all of it made you wetter.
you began to grind your hips to match with his and heard his breath hitch as he seemed to really enjoy that. he cursed loud and held your thigh up to be able to get in deeper inside you from the angle you were in.
it felt almost like he was trying to one up you. he didn’t want to lose control of the experience he wanted to give you. as if he was a tyrant trying to keep order of the beautiful bodily temple he was making home in. so you let him. he fucked you in a way that you believed was merciless. a purely tyrannical fuck.
the pleasure of him hitting the spot inside you over and over again caused you to be blindsided by what he was looking at. without warning, you felt him stop.
your arm that was still wrapped around his back only gripped his shoulder as he lifted you. within seconds you felt your back hit something hard. and your ass perched atop something of the same feel. you looked to the side and realised he had sat you ontop of the ladder opposite the table that he stylishly bumped into.
his cock was still inside your pussy, enjoying the wetness that dripped on it and painted onto his shaft to create this beautiful sheen that captivated you everytime you looked at it. all he had to was push out and in to get your attention back.
and he did exactly. you needed to keep up, bitch.
your left hand wrapped around the ladder step above you and your right made home in his hair. which was wildly spiralled around his head, bouncing each time his dick nestled in you fully.
you looked to down to watch it, obsessing over how beautiful it looked. the contrast of your skin colours next to eachother, and how pleasurable his dick was making you feel each time it went in.
you didn’t get to enjoy the show for much long as eddie grabbed your neck and got closer to you. he slapped your face again, seemingly annoyed at the fact that his attention was on you and not his dick.
“keep lookin’ at me. i want you lookin’ at me with that pretty face, baby,” he ordered and you felt so succumbed to not do anything else other than listen.
although it felt intense, everything was already intense. weirdly enough, it made you feel seen. comfortable. like he only had eyes for you in this very moment. one would argue that you’re getting too dreamy about getting laid in your school library but a dream scenario calls for some dreamy feelings.
as he filled you up, you felt your heart beating faster. your stomach felt heavy — the harder eddie thrusted into you, the heavier your stomach felt.
“eddie, eddie, eddie…” you called his name, not even knowing what to say after. your eyes shut and your head threw itself back. you were trying to let him know but it was so powerful you were ready to let go.
“m’gonna cum, eddie. fuck, it feels so good!” you whined. the ticklish feeling of kisses on the bridge of your neck calmed you a bit. still keeping at his vigorous pace, he kissed your neck harder, marking it.
“cum for me, baby. fuck, you’re so fuckin’ pretty, hmm? you gonna cum f’me? yeah?” his voice almost taunted you, jeered at your weakness. you’re about to moan loudly but he drowned it out with the heavy tongue kiss he gave you.
you came for him hard, feeling him grunt into the kiss also. “shit!” he exclaimed on your lips. he watched your body shiver and shake, seemingly in a trance at the sight. “just like that, baby, yeah,” he praised, eyes wandering all over you, “you’re so good. so fuckin’ good.”
I LEFT THIS FOR AGES BUT HERE IT IS AND I COULDNT BE BOTHERED TO FINISH IT OKAY BYE
