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Summary: You want to get high but don't know how, Eddie offers his services in more way than one. (6.8k words)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x popular!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, drugs, nervous and shy eddie but we all know what he's like in bed (*cough cough* the black handkerchief), face sitting (f receiving), whole lotta praise going both ways, PIV sex, playful/mean banter, fluff, dacryphilia, mentions of one non existent and sexual slap, let me know if i missed anything!

A/N, okay this is totally based off of Wet Dream by Wet Leg, i was listening to it on my way to work and it was making me think of eddie.... kfjdghjkhdfg this is so embarrassing, anyways. enjoy this disgusting mess

It’s unlike you, he thinks, when you approached him on that perfectly normal after school afternoon.

Eddie doesn’t know you. You don’t know him. But you’re popular so he knows what you’re like, how you act and recently you had been looking like someone had sucked everything out of you. Life, light, whatever you wanna call it. You had been completely unlike yourself lately so maybe he should have seen it coming, actually. That one of the most popular girls in school would approach him, in need of something to make her forget, take her some place else.

Something was in the air. Summer just around the corner, the promise of graduation sweet yet righteous on his tongue. Change was a’coming, indeed, and with it, a new longing, a fire appeared in you.

Maybe it was just the leftover weed fogging up his brain, making him wax poetic to himself. Maybe he was still high from his mid afternoon sesh. Maybe that’s how he managed to act so cool around you.

You’re sitting on a bench out front with your ‘friends’ (using that word very loosely) when the final bell of the day goes off and the kids coming pouring out of the doors in loud, boisterous chatter.

You hear him before you see him. Eddie Munson screaming after one of those kids he hangs around for some reason. The kid follows Eddie to his van, bothering him about something. You pretend not to look or listen as they walk by, but frankly anything was better than whatever the fuck these people around you were talking about. You quickly choose to clue back into Eddie and his curly haired companion.

He scolds the child away and suddenly what you see is an opening. A way out. You stand abruptly from the bench and head over to Munson.

“Where are you going?” Someone calls after you. You roll your eyes and ignore them.

Eddie’s got his back to you, yelling something final at the kid who walks away, clearly defeated.

“Hey.” You shout, approaching where Eddie stands leaned against his van. He jumps, spinning around to face you.

Eddie’s eyes go wide, quickly jutting his arm out to lean against his van casually. You think his cheeks go red but your face also feels hot so you don’t think about it for too long.

“Oh, hey you.” He says like he knows you.

He doesn’t. He definitely knows of you but you’ve never actually spoken before. Until now.

“Hey.” You repeat, totally forgetting why you even came up to him in the first place. He stares at you with those big, brown eyes that make him look like a baby cow, a smile grows on his face while you try to remember what you wanted to say.

“I um… I heard you have dr-”

“Yup, yup. I definitely have those.” He nods, quickly trying to cut you off before you fully just ask for drugs in the school parking lot.

“Okay well, I want some.”

Eddie looks at you for a second, his smile only growing. He laughs.

“Really?” Eddie quizzes, lifting an eyebrow at you and you glare at him, trying to hold your ground. “You, Miss Popular, want to get high-” He says in a mocking, singsong voice before you shush him, quickly looking back at your friends.

You grab Eddie’s arm and pull him to the passenger side of his van, away from where your friends can see you.

“Woah, hey, no need to get handsy.” He smiles, very much enjoying your smaller hand grasping at his jacket.

“Fuck off, Munson.”

He just smiles at you. You’re standing offly close to him, you realize. You take a step back and he resumes how he was leaning against his van, lean arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m serious.” You press, not sure why he’s passing up on some easy money. Doesn’t he sell to anyone?

Eddie gives you a once over, trying to decide for himself if he wants to do this.

“Well if you’re so serious, I could uh, I have them back at my place if you want them right now? I could drive us there-”

“Yes. Yeah now is good.”

Eddie nods, his hand wrapping around the door handle and opening the passenger door for you. He motions you inside with a theatrical hand wave.

“After you, sweetheart.” You let a small smile crack across your demeanor as Eddie takes your hand in his and helps you into the tall van. He slams the door behind you and jogs to the other side. He glances quickly at where your friends are sitting as he rounds his van, he sees them gawking at him and where they probably just saw you both talking.

He gets in his van regardless, looking over at you staring out of the window, already dazed at something that’s clearly on your mind. He swears he doesn’t let his stare linger at the way your skirt rides up on your thighs.

“Your friends were staring.” He informs you, starting the van which ignites obnoxiously loud.

You huff something annoyed, rolling your eyes before turning to glare at him for a second “I don’t care. Just drive, freak.” You force a smile and hit his thick arm. Eddie smiles and pulls out of the school parking lot.

You’re out of it.

Your mind is blank the entire way there, nothing but those rings of his, glinting and gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight as he grips the steering wheel all the way to his trailer. It’s mesmerizing, the way he drives, sexy even, you find yourself thinking. The way he taps on the steering wheel, the competence.

He had put the radio on, you’re sure of it. Something was playing but you couldn’t hear it until it was abruptly being cut off. You had arrived at his trailer and he was already jogging to your side again, helping you out.

“Oh, thanks.”

“Of course, m’lady.” He jokes, running up the steps to his trailer. You snort, muttering ‘nerd’ under your breath as you follow him up the stairs.

He’s quick to unlock the door, you're right behind him before he’s spinning around, putting both his arms out as he stands in the middle of the doorway, blocking your entrance. You nearly walk into his chest while he peers down at you, smiling.

“Uh, let me in.”

“My uncle isn’t home. The place is a mess, just stay out here while I clean up-”

“Eddie, I don’t care-”

“Thanks, I'll be quick!” And he’s slamming the door in your face.

You groan, annoyed while you hear him throw shit around, turn the sink on and yell to himself. You’re out there for a total of five minutes before he’s stomping towards the door again, muttering ‘fucking shit’, while it sounds like he trips over something before he’s swinging the door open again.

He breathes your name, clearly out of breath, “What a surprise, I had no idea you’d be here, please come in.”

You roll your eyes but smile as you squeeze past him, your shoulder grazing his chest.

“This is my castle.” He grins, way too pleased with himself.

You walk into his living room and look around, it’s dark, warmly lit and it smells like him, not overwhelming like that boy smell, that I haven’t left my room except to piss and shit smell. It smells comforting, you sort of like it. Oddly enough.

“Alright so weed, I’m guessing?” He asks as he stalks back into his room, already looking for his stash.

“Y-Yeah.” You stand there awkwardly, not sure if you should sit down or just wait till he gets back, hand him the money and leave. He returns too quickly and tosses you a little plastic baggie that you nearly miss.

“There you go, missy. That enough for you?” He jokes, smiling as he comes to stand in front of you.

You look at the bag, totally clueless. “Yup, looks good. How much?”

Eddie’s eyes go wide, like he hadn’t even considered it. He hadn’t, truthfully. He scratches the back of his neck, pulling his Hellfire shirt even tighter across his torso than it already was.

“Uh… just give me like ten bucks.”

You nod and quickly fish out your wallet from your bag.

“Is that okay?” He asks, suddenly feeling weird about making you pay him. He’s already giving you a discount, okay, more than a discount, he’s basically just giving you his weed for nothing but pennies and he so badly wants to point it out, to let you know that he’s doing something nice for you. Maybe because you’re pretty. Either way, he says nothing.

You pull a ten from your bag, smiling and handing it to him. “Yup.”

Eddie smiles and takes it from you. You put your wallet back in your bag and look at the weed in the baggie. It’s so green and fuzzy, you’re suddenly very aware that you don’t know what to do with it.

Eddie observes you observing the weed, smiling to himself as you move it around in the plastic bag, inspecting it while biting your lip.

“Have you never smoked before?” He asks, a little incredulously. You shake your head no, clearly very embarrassed.

Eddie smiles, wishing you’d look at him. He’s never seen you look so small before, so shy and timid. But here you were, in his trailer asking him for help. Something blooms in his chest and he desperately tries to swallow it down.

“Do you want me to show you?” Eddie offers, like he could read your mind.

“Yes. Yes please.” You breathe, a little relieved that he offered, saving you from pathetically asking.

Eddie grabs the little bag back from you, you mutter a tiny and quiet, “Thanks.”

“Pleasures all mine, princess.”

Then he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you into his room. And you let him.

Eddie rearranges a few things while you take the liberty of sitting on his bed, looking around at all the posters and art he’s got on his walls. It’s very him, everything screams Eddie.

He finally sits down next to you, hunching over his bedside table as he crumbles up the weed into a little paper roll, rolling the crushed up plant before he brings it up to his lips to lick the paper shut.

You look away when he does that, feeling your face go hot.

When he’s done, he holds out the joint to show you the finished thing.

“Cool.” You say lamely. You cringe but Eddie smiles.

He puts it between his lips, digging his lighter out of his jacket pocket and brings it up to the tip of it, lighting it up as he sucks, hollowing out his cheeks. He inhales, quickly in short puffs, and you watch mesmerized as the tip of the joint lights up red with the flame and Eddie quickly controls it, blowing out the gray smoke from the corner of his mouth before handing the joint to you.

“Got it, babe?”

Babe.

Your stomach flips at the sweet name. Could you be high already? No, that definitely wasn’t possible.

You nod your head, not trusting your voice as you hold the joint awkwardly, bringing it up to your lips and trying to inhale it like he did.

He coaches you through it, and after a few failed attempts, you declare “It’s not working, I don’t feel anything.”

Eddie snorts, “You’re not inhaling it properly, look.” He grabs the joint from your fingers and holds it up to your lips himself.

“Inhale it into your mouth and then once the smoke is in there, inhale again so it goes into your lungs.”

His fingers brush against your lips as you take the tip of the joint into your mouth, maintaining eye contact with Eddie. Fuck, you could die right now. This was so humiliating.

“Breathe with me okay?” You nod your head, pursing your lips around the joint, sort of kissing his fingers and watch as he breathes, following along with him.

Breathe in, into the mouth. And then again, into your lungs.

You feel it go in because you cough like you're dying, your lungs and chest on fire. Eddie smiles, proud.

“There you go, atta girl.” He puts his hand on your back, rubbing it in small circles as you try to compose yourself, tears welling in your eyes.

“You okay? Need water or something?” He’s already going to stand up to get you what you need but you shake your head, grabbing at his arm to keep him close, keep him with you as you cough a final time.

“No, no I’m okay.” You croak, wiping your eyes.

Eddie’s heart fucking soars in his chest, you’re so fucking cute. You’re a pretty crier.

“Fuck that hurts. How do people do this?” You whine, wiping more tears that fall. Eddie gets comfortable next to you and lays down on his back. He puts the joint back between his own lips.

“You get used to it.” You look back at him once you’ve composed yourself and turn so you’re sitting facing him.

He’s got one hand behind his head, the other holding the joint between his lips. His shirt rides up on his torso and you can see bits of his stomach poking from underneath, the trail of hair on his lower stomach that goes south, below his jeans and you have to stop yourself from staring at it.

“Come here.” Eddie asks, voice gone soft. You tilt your head at him, unsure of what he means.

“Lie down, I have an idea.”

You do as you’re told and lie down on your side next to him. He rolls onto his side so you’re face to face. His cheeks light up bright.

“I’m going to take a hit and then blow it out into your mouth.”

“O-Okay.”

“That way you won’t cough, I mean.” He stutters.

You smile, “Okay.”

Eddie shuffles closer to you a bit, putting the joint back into his mouth and sucking in.

“Open your mouth.” He tells you and your tummy swoops low into the bowl of you, you clench your thighs.

You lean into him. “Don’t try anything, Munson.”

He scoffs, like it’s ridiculous, like he wouldn’t absolutely try something. Only if he knew you wanted it.

You open your mouth, a breath away from him. His heart fucking soars at how easily you did what he asked of you. He briefly wonders what else you’d do, if only he asked.

He leans in too, instinctually palming your jaw to encourage you to keep your mouth open. He opens his and blows the smoke into you. You close your eyes, but Eddie keeps his open, watching you. The way your lips open for him, how plump they are, how close you are. He could literally kiss you right now. He could literally just lean into you-

You giggle.

You lean back from him and open your eyes, having inhaled all the smoke. The whites of your eyes are redder, heavier to open suddenly and you giggle like it’s funny, like you both didn’t almost just kiss.

Eddie giggles too.

“Good?” He asks, out of breath. He hadn’t realized he was holding it.

You look up at him through your lashes, nodding your head. “Gooood.” You giggle again.

Eddie’s transfixed. He stares at you for a moment while you just sort of smile to yourself.

“D-Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” He suggests without really thinking it over, without thinking if you would even want to hang out with him.

But your eyes are loud with something when you look up at him from underneath your lashes.

“Yeah.”

You’re both sat next to each other, backs against his head board, arms touching. You’re so close together for no reason but neither of you have made any sort of move to distance yourselves from the other. He took his jacket off so he’s left in nothing but his club’s shirt, you can feel his body heat radiating off onto you and its fucking intoxicating.

Eddie pops something into his VCR player. He picks something classic, something you’ve both seen before. Perfect so that he can just stare at you the entire time.

“Stop staring at me, Munson.” You smile, feeling his eyes burning a hole into the side of your face.

“I’m not.” He says while continuously staring at you, smiling as well.

You turn to look at him and he’s quick to turn away, head snapping back to the small TV he’s got across from his bed.

You’re so close to him, you can see so much of his face.

Since when was Eddie Munson pretty. Pretty hair, pretty eyes, oh my god his eyes. You could stare at them all day.

You giggle to yourself, tilting your head and resting it on his shoulder. Eddie’s breath hitches in his throat, caught off guard by you literally snuggling into his side.

“You smell good.” You smile, pressing your nose into his arm and inhaling. Eddie giggles. You giggle too. You can’t stop fucking giggling.

You look up at him from your shoulder, blinking those big eyes at him, lashes fluttering. Eddie can see the tips of them kissing the tops of your cheeks, caressing the skin there like he wishes he could. He wants to be a fucking eyelash on your face if it means being even closer to you.

You bite your lip, getting lost in his big eyes. Eddie groans.

“Don’t give me those eyes, baby.”

Baby. You smile, you fucking beam.

“What eyes?” You ask innocently, even though you’re semi aware of how you’re looking at him.

Like you need him.

“Those… those fuck me eyes, those please fuck me Eddie eyes.” He snorts but his expression remains serious, his eyes remaining on yours, pleading you to stop but he doesn’t really want you to stop.

And all you do is giggle.

You sit up, coming to face him and suddenly you’re climbing into his lap, throwing a leg over him and sitting yourself down right on his crotch. Eddie groans, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. This cannot actually be happening, you cannot actually be sitting on him right now.

“You’re really fucking high right now, aren’t you?” Eddie groans, your name leaving his lips like you’ve already gotten him breathless.��

“So are you.” You smile, putting your hands on his shoulders, tracing them along his neck, his jaw.

“Yeah but you- you don’t actually want this.”

You scrunch up your face, furrowing your brows and Eddie’s worried he’s said something to upset you. “Who said that?”

“No one had to say it. Girls like you don’t want guys like me, princess. Not that hard of an equation.”

You giggle again and he really just wants to kiss you.

“Aren’t you failing math?”

Something pangs in his chest.

“That’s not the point-”

“Then what is?” You press, leaning into him, rocking your crotch against his and Eddie groans again, his gorgeous neck straining.

“T-The point… the point is uh- um.”

You lean into him, pressing your lips on his neck, kissing the vein that pulses with his thrumming, nervous, fucking alive pulse. And you suck on it.

“Yes?” You ask, pulling away to let your lips brush along his skin to beg the question.

“You’re just- I’ve thought about you, this before and-” You pull away, shocked by his admission.

Eddie looks up at you, startled by you pulling away, by your swollen lips coated in your own spit, those wide eyes you give him. Fuck, what did he say? The growing bulge in his pants is sucking up more and more of his brain power the longer you’re around him-

“You think about me?” You ask, voice bright and delighted.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, like that would somehow make him more sober to process whatever the fuck was going on right now.

“Yeah.” He finally admits, voice tight and strained in his throat.

You lean into him, resting your forehead against his, nudging his nose with yours and Eddie’s breath shudders.

“When?”

“W-What?”

“When do you think about me?”

Eddie groans again. “You’re fucking killing me.” He lurches forward, trying to capture your mouth with his but you pull back, a shit eating grin on your face and he wants to slap it off of you. He wonders if you’d like that.

“When, Munson?”

He chews on his lip before growling at you, “At night. I think about you when I’m alone, at night, right here, in my bed. I think about you when I touch myself. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Your mouth drops open, you’re completely shocked. He gave you the exact answer you had hoped for but yet, you couldn’t have expected it to be the truth. Eddie huffs, pleased he finally shut you up.

“Any more questions?” He asks rhetorically before surging forward and shoving his tongue down your throat.

You moan into his mouth, letting his warm tongue inside and trace along yours. His lips are plush, warm and wet and you find yourself wanting to bite them but you’re too lost to his touch to do anything about it. Eddie’s hands go up your back, one pulling on your hair and the other going around your throat, not squeezing but just keeping it there, almost in a reassurance.

Your hands go to his chest, gripping the neck of his shirt so tight like if he were to ever pull away, you’d surely die.

So you pull away first. You push on his chest and his lips move from yours, not without a whine on his part. You’re both breathing heavy, you smile, pleased with how disheveled and absolutely fucked he looks.

“W-What makes you think you’re good enough to think about me when you’re touching yourself?” You ask, voice no more than a whisper as you’re barely able to muster the words.

Eddie moans wantonly and lunges back into you, latching his teeth into your neck and biting. You moan in pain, curling into him as he soothes the bite mark with his warm and wet tongue, kissing all over. He groans against your sweet skin, he needs to know if you’re sweet somewhere else.

“Sit on my face.” He mumbles, so low and gravely you barely hear it but he’s shifting under you. You scramble to hold onto him, trying to understand.

“W-What?”

“Sit on my face, need to know what you taste like.” Eddie groans, toying with the hem of your skirt.

You nod your head quickly, lifting yourself off of him to pull your skirt down and you very quickly realize you’re wearing a less than flattering pair of underwear.

“S-Sorry I didn’t realize this would be happening, I would have-” You babble as he pulls you back down into his lap like it’s second nature at this point, to have you on him.

Eddie smiles, running his thumbs along your hips, letting his fingers get hooked into the waistband of your panties while he admires them.

“Would have what? Not worn your cute little panties with hearts and bows all over them?” He sneers almost meanly, nipping at your cheek and you whine.

“No,” he continues, “I’m glad you did, they’re fucking cute. Little miss innocent.” You giggle at that, at the stupid nickname.

“Can you keep them on?” He asks, begs sort of.

You nod your head with vigor, smiling. “Y-Yeah.”

“That’s my girl.” Eddie says, kissing your lips once before he's making you sit up on your knees so that he can slide underneath you until his face is directly underneath your cunt. You can feel his warm breath fanning out onto your thighs and the space in between them.

My girl my girl my girl my girl-

Eddie presses feather light kisses over your underwear, right where you leak for him and you shudder. He brings his hands up to the tops of your thighs, gripping the flesh there. The coolness of his rings bites at your heated skin.

“I said sit on me.”

And he’s hauling you down onto his face, so that you’re truly sitting on him and you yelp at the sudden contact. Eddie chuckles darkly, nuzzling his nose through your clothed folds and you gape at him.

He kisses you there, just over your underwear until the fabric is wet with his saliva and your arousal alike, until he can taste you through the fabric and you’re shaking above him, begging him to do something. It’s dirty, disgusting, and wet and fucking obscene. No one’s ever kissed you over your underwear before, no one’s ever gone down on you. It makes you grow hot in the face, embarrassed almost.

Eddie finally pulls your underwear to the side before you can ask him to, and he’s shoving his face into your cunt, lapping and eating you so hard it has you gripping his headboard, resting your forehead on it so you can look down at him underneath you, in between your legs.

His eyes are closed, his jaw working while he takes and takes and takes and all you can do is let him. He looks so pretty down there, totally blissed out.

“F-Fuck, Eddie.”

You squeal when he runs circles around your clit, flicking it quickly before shoving his tongue as far as it’ll go into your hole. You moan and work your hips along his face, riding his tongue while he grips your thighs, helping you move faster.

“T-That feels… that feels-” You can barely think, your barely formed sentence being cut off by a ragged moan bubbling through your chest, up your throat. Eddie hums against you, into your pussy and your hips stutter against his face from the vibrations.

“Good?” He mumbles against you and you moan.

“S-So good- shit, I think…”

It comes out of nowhere, your orgasm. You rock your hips two, three more times before you go silent and convulse, thighs and pelvis shaking as you come in his mouth, crying out his name shamelessly. Eddie groans, drinking what you give him until you’re squeezing your eyes shut, and trying to pull away from his relentless mouth.

He pulls you back down, holding you against his lips, his open mouth. He licks at you with his broad tongue.

“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart.”

You’re breathless, you can’t fucking speak as he pulls himself up from underneath you, sitting back next to you on his bed. You fall into him, trying to climb back into his lap and he smirks, lips swollen and wet with you and you so badly need to taste yourself from his mouth.

So you kiss him, you shove your tongue into his mouth this time and tug at his shirt, hands frantic and moving to his belt, trying to unbuckle it.

Eddie tries to pull away from you, he says your name, “W-We can’t, you’re too high.”

“Shut up.” You groan, trying to work his belt but it’s much more confusing than it should be. The buckle looked like faux handcuffs and you briefly wondered if he had a real pair somewhere in his room. It wouldn’t surprise you. If anything, it excites you.

“I’m serious.” He insists.

“So am I.”

He takes your hands into his and grips them hard, stopping you from undoing his belt any further.

“Fuck off, Eddie, you can’t make me cum like that and then not fuck me.”

He says nothing, just lets you kiss him all over his face while he weighs his morals in his head.

“I’ve wanted this.” You tell him, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth.

“Really?” He asks, like he didn’t just fuck your pussy with his tongue for the past fifteen minutes.

“Yes oh my god, how many times do I have to say it.”

You push him on his chest until he’s flat on his back, staring up at you with those big eyes while you take his shirt off.

“I want you, Eddie. I want you to fuck me so bad.”

You peel the white shirt till it’s off him and get caught up staring at his tattoos. You didn’t realize he had so many, they’re extremely attractive and you find yourself wanting to touch and trace and ask about each one. You want to know which one is his favorite, which one he got first, which one he got last-

Eddie’s caught you in a moment of introspection, he grabs you and flips you over so that you’re underneath him.

“Fuck you’re pretty when you beg for me like that.”

He sits up on his knees above you and undoes his belt, whipping it off with a loud smack before shucking his black jeans and boxers down his legs.

You sit up abruptly at the sight of his cock. It’s prettier than you thought it’d be, just like the rest of him. Eddie pushes you back down, you whine.

“I-I want you in my mouth, please?”

Eddie groans, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing his eyes shut. “God fuck, next time okay? If I don’t get inside you in the next three seconds I’m going to cum all over your stomach.”

Next time. You smile and nod your head. Him cumming on your stomach doesn’t sound half bad but you don’t protest at the promise of getting fucked soon.

You pull your shirt over your head while Eddie pulls your wet panties down your legs and across his room somewhere. He pins you underneath him, holding both your hands above your head, stretching you out all nice and pretty. His eyes glance over at the handcuffs by his bed, but he decides on using those another time. He doesn’t want to scare you off with too much too fast. He doesn’t know what you like yet.

“I can’t believe you’re in my bed.” Eddie admits, his cheeks pink, full lips twitching into a smirk.

“Me either.” You whimper, smiling. You can’t stop smiling at him.

Eddie leans down and sucks a welt into your neck, his dick brushing against your lower belly and you arch into him, needing him inside of you.

“How do you want it? Tell me how you like getting fucked.” He asks, mouth still wet on your neck. You groan, eyes squeezed shut trying to process what the fuck he just asked you.

“I-I don’t know, just, however you want it.”

Eddie pulls back to look at you, his eyes big and wanting, pure black obsidian even in his blacked out room. You give those same eyes back to him and he sweats he could cum from the sight alone.

“Do whatever you want to me, Eds.”

Eddie throws his head back, neck straining as he bites back a moan, a groan erupting through his throat.

“You’re a fucking wet dream, baby.”

You hum, your mind a million miles away yet so intently focused on the feeling of his weight on top of you.

“Please…” You whine, totally aware of what you’re asking before but if he stopped and asked you in that moment you wouldn’t be able to answer.

He’s quick to compose himself at your plea. He reaches over to his bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and quickly ripping it open with his teeth, rolling it onto his thick cock. The act is so simple, so normal, yet you cannot look away, totally mesmerized by the dexterous movement - the way you know he’s done this so many times from how quick he is.

Eddie shuffles himself back in between your thighs, slicking up his dick with the wetness that continuously seeps from you and notches himself at your entrance, barely pushing the head in.

“W-Whatever I want?” He asks again, eyes meeting yours in a final reassurance. You wrap your arms around his neck, hauling yourself into him and wrapping your legs high up on his waist, trying to push him into you but he’s stronger, holding himself right where he is until you answer him.

“Say it, I just need you to say it, princess.”

“Yes, yes whatever you want,” you cry, “fuck me however you want Eddie I can take it - shit!”

He suddenly pushes the entire length of his cock into your slick pussy in one harsh thrust. Fire splits up through you at the sudden intrusion, the sudden split of your cunt around him and he watches, completely mesmerized by the way your jaw falls open, nearly completely slack. How your eyes go wide and then nearly instantaneously roll into the back of your head. You’re fucking beautiful.

Eddie repositions himself, rolling his hips out and then back in more slowly this time and you cry out, trying to cling to him but Eddie pushes you till you’re flat down on his mattress. He takes the crook of your knee into his hand and folds your leg until it's pressed against your breast.

“I’m not going to be gentle, next time maybe but I can’t-”

“Stop talking and fuck me, Munson.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

“Well apparently I do because you keep fucking talk- oh fuck.”

Eddie saws his hips into yours with a force that takes the breath from your chest. He pins you down beneath him and quickly begins to pummel into your pussy. The stretch is divine, it makes you feel alive, makes you feel your own fucking pulse as he continuously pushes his body in and out of your own.

Eddie is mesmerized watching him disappear inside of you, the way your body so eagerly sucks him in, gripping him so tight he has to physically pull himself out just to push back in.

“Shit, shit, shit…” He mumbles to himself, eyes pinned on your puffy, glistening pussy.

Somehow, he manages to go harder, rutting into you so hard you swear you can feel him prodding at the base of your stomach.

“E-Eddie, oh my god…”

“I know baby, I know. S’fucking good, your pussy’s fucking perfect.” He babbles, leeting go of the death grip he had on your legs and falling into your chest, burying his face into your neck and kissing you as he shamelessly fucks into almost desperately.

Eddie fucks you so hard it has you seeing stars, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as he gives it to you so good. You feel a tear pearl and roll down your hot cheek. Eddie notices.

“A-Are you crying? Do you want me to-”

“No!” You scream, a sob escaping your throat as soon as he even begins to pull away from you, hauling him back onto you. Eddie chuckles, looking at your face for any sort of pain or hesitation but when his eyes meet yours, your eyes gone black like his, your feet digging into his ass to push him further into, he realizes you’re crying out of want, out of pure lust and pleasure.

More tears continue to fall as he picks up the pace again, holding himself above you on strong arms as his hips swing into yours, driving his cock into that spot so deep inside you over and over again. Moan bubbles up from your chest and you cry around it, totally fucked dumb on Eddie’s dick.

“Shit, you always cry this pretty when you’re getting fucked?” He asks, a teasing lilt to his voice as he noses at your cheek. You shake your head no, teary and bleary eyes meeting his.

“No?” Eddie presses, mockingly so, “those other guys not giving it to you good enough, sweetheart?”

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head no again, “J-Just you, Eds.”

He fucks you harder. Determination and pride coursing through him.

“Aww, what a shame. None of them know how sweet you feel, how tight you are.”

“Eddie-”

“No, it’s just me. Isn’t that right, princess?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, nodding your head yes vigorously as you quickly begin to chant yes yes yes yes yes yes over and over again.

Eddie chuckles darkly, licking at a salty tear that pools in the corner of your mouth. You’re quick to turn your head, to attach your lips to his and Eddie is all too happy to shove his tongue back down your throat while he’s balls deep inside of you. He feels so close, so enveloped in your sweetness, he feels fucking addicted to you.

“M’gonna cum.” You warn him, your chest arching into his, pebbled nipples brushing along his tattooed chest.

Eddie growls something possessed, something lustful as he takes his hand and holds your arched back against his body, his other hand comes up your throat, around your jaw and onto your cheek to press the side of your face down into his pillow. He presses his face into your cheek, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he speaks through clench teeth.

“Fucking do it, cum all over me baby. I want it, want it so bad.”

He feels you clench around him, feels how you pulse, how your eyes go wide, flit between both of his before they’re rolling back into your head and you cry out for him. Your nails sink into his back, scratching and clawing at him for dear life as you cum and cum harder than you think you ever have.

Your throat feels raw from the force of it, your face and body wet with tears and sweat and something else and Eddie’s close behind.

“That was so fucking hot, you’re so fucking hot, I’m gonna-”

“Please.” You beg him. His hips are quick to stutter into yours, his thrusts gone sloppy and imprecise but still just as hard.

He shoves himself into you two, three more times before he’s convulsing over your spent body, shoving his face into your neck as he groans pathetically, filling the condom. You suddenly wish you could feel that warmth spread inside you. But once Eddie’s body falls on top of yours, you can’t complain too much.

You’re both sweaty, no doubt a little messy. Eddie’s suddenly rolling off of you and you pout to yourself, watching as he carefully pulls the condom off of his cock, tying a knot and throwing it somewhere in his room.

“Ew.” You scrunch up your nose. Eddie looks at you, eyes wide, cheeks incredibly flushed a deep red. He looks beautiful. He smiles at you, flopping back down onto his back. He opens his arm and hauls you into the crook of his shoulder.

“I’ll get it later, I can’t get up right now.” He laughs and you feel it vibrate throughout him.

“Mmmmm… me neither.” You say, suddenly sleepily. Eddie looks down at you on his chest, your little sweaty face.

“Yeah? I tire you out?”

You snort, a retort building but quickly dying on your tongue as you just nod your head. Yeah, he fucking tired you out alright. You nuzzle your nose into his side, where his chest meets his arm. He still smells so good. You don’t want to pull away but you don’t know if you should, don’t know if he wants you to stay or go.

“You wanna just, wanna sleep here?” He asks innocently enough, like he could read your mind.

His hand finds the back of your arm and he traces his ringed fingers along your heated skin. It raises goosebumps in his wake and you shudder into him. You look up at him from underneath your lashes, exactly like you had when you first cuddled into him during the movie.

“Can I?”

A sly smile stretches across Eddie’s pretty and wide plump lips.

“Yeah, I’m not done with you yet.”

#reblogging here to be even more annoying #pls don’t let this flop im actually so insecure about writing for a new character #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #reader insert #smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #my writing #stranger things #stranger things 4

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