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“On Your Knees - Alternate Ending”

Verse: Stranger Things

Characters/Pairings: Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson/ Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Masturbation, jerk off, sexual themes, visualization sex, fantasy sex, pet names, mentions of sex, alcohol, drug use (marijuana), 18+ reader, oral (male receiving), facial, sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding (if you squint), pillow humping, It's all fantasy sex except for the jerking off but please make sure to wrap it up! Eddie is just a needy and bored boy.

Word Count: 5,306

Summary: So, what would happen if you decided to actually go check up on Eddie instead of go back to sleep and caught him red handed?

Notes: This was an idea from the lovely @Alex on Ao3 in the previous comments on the last chapter, so here is an alternate ending!

Link to Ao3 Version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39778056/chapters/99711207 Link to previous story: [Link]

“Fuck.” He repeats the word over and over as he catches his breath, realizing now just how hot his cheeks feel, how flushed he must be. Would you like the view? In any other circumstance, he’d be rolling over despite the mess and passing the fuck out, but he felt electrified, alive. He jerked up when he heard a faint giggle sounding in the air, though it was too quick, dizziness hitting him like a freight train. He forced himself to stay upright, hands covering his manhood in an attempt for modesty in the case of an intruder, but this was before catching sight of you. Well, the real you for that matter, standing in his doorway. You cover your eyes as to make him feel just a bit better, but the small smile tugging at your lips had his body buzzing. If his cheeks weren’t hot before, they were blazing now at the fact that you caught him red-handed. “W-what the fuck, sweetheart!?” He quickly stammered out, eyes wide and lip trembling. His heart was hammering yet again, and fuck, fuck, FUCK he shouldn’t be getting hard again but here you were. “What the fuck are you doin’ here?”

“I had a bad feelin’ about earlier when you wanted to talk,'' you explain, eyes still covered and cheeks blossoming with heat, thankful the low light didn’t allow for it to be seen all that well, “but I guess you were alright after all.” A small laugh leaves your lips, but he can tell just how embarrassed you are to have interrupted such a moment. You may be smiling, but your teeth started worrying your bottom lip after a moment and you shifted from one foot to another. This wasn’t at all how he imagined you seeing his dick for the first time. Not one goddamn bit. But it made it jump despite the orgasms he had before, the faintest of groans leaving his lips at the sensation of such and making him curl in on himself even more in an attempt to hide such things. He wanted you to see him, wanted you to touch him, but at this moment he was embarrassed. “How long have you been watching me?” You stiffen at the question, and now he can see the way you try to think of a good answer. Oh, you’ve been watching a while. It gives him a boost of confidence, a grin forming on his lips and nerves melting away, even if just for a moment. “Did you at least like what you saw?” Another twitch, he bites down on his lip to stifle the noise that threatened to leave his throat. Fuck, it was such a turn-on to know you’ve been watching him.

You swallow thickly, turning your head when you hear him shift on the stained mattress, only to whip it back around with a soft gasp when you see him standing. He doesn’t bother covering himself up, simply feeling smug at the fact that you’re not able to form the words to answer his questions. Oh, he liked this effect he had over you, liked how you tried to not look at him now, but knew you were looking at him before. “It’s rude not to answer when someone’s asking for your opinion.” His tone cooed to you in a teasing manner. He just wanted to hear you say it for his own selfish reasons, cocky at the idea that you indeed did enjoy the show he unintentionally put on. It was all for you, after all, just not the way he intended this ever going down. Much to his fantasy, he always thought you’d do it in your room. He’d sneak in through the window, you both would share a joint, get a little friendly, and BOOM, sex. But he couldn’t help but love the thrill of this situation, of being caught and knowing that you were the one who saw everything. “I- Eddie I should r-really go.” You stammer, nervous, and turned on, and fuck you didn’t know what to do, he just had this way of making your knees feel like jelly when talking to you like that. It was always fun and games when he would pull out that voice, be it during a campaign to see who would try to seduce the monster or play on a dirty interaction with an NPC, or in truth or dare when he was teasing you to pick dare any time you played with him. His cocky personality dropped, thinking he made you uncomfortable. No, no no no, he didn’t mean for it to be like that in the slightest. He approached, forgetting about the stickiness of his hands, and took your face into them, making you look at him. Your eyes widen, and he can feel just how hot your cheeks have gotten, see the way you breathed just a touch quicker when in close proximity to him.

“H-Hey, I didn’t mean to make you feel weird.” Those puppy dog eyes whenever he had a genuine apology following up, he was always so sincere when around you. “You can leave if you want, I ain’t gonna force you to do something you don’t feel up to doing. I’m never gonna do that to you.” His palms were so warm on your face, so hot from the earlier friction, your face felt like it was on fire and it made you shiver. He was rambling on now about how sorry he was if he did make you feel uncomfortable, voice going a little more shrill due to his worry picking up because you weren’t saying anything and shit, he must have really done it now. Now you’d never talk to him again and see him as a perverted freak like everyone else did at Hawkins. You carefully take your hands and place them over his, making his words die on his tongue and stop from speaking further. You always had this effect on him, even with a single touch. Those eyes lock onto yours, watching you. Were you trying to pull away? Was he holding you too tightly? Did you just want him to finally shut up?

“I- I just don’t know what to say.” You admit, giving a small, nervous giggle. “It’s not every day you catch your best friend jerking off, though the music choice I did dig.” It was his turn to laugh, shaking his head at you. You always knew how to break the tension, even if you were unsure of what to do yourself. A smile came to his lips and he dropped his hands much to your silent displeasure. You liked how they felt on your cheeks, liked the warmth, but the stickiness didn’t help matters any. “I um, I guess I just don’t want to make things weird between us by telling you what I thought.” If only you knew how weird it could get if he admitted to you now that it was you he was jerking off to. He gave a sheepish smile, shaking his head. “Nothing you can say can make things weird between us, sweetheart. I mean, how much crazy shit have we talked about and it hasn’t made us look at each other any different? I mean you didn’t ditch me when I said I liked the new Metallica album.” Your nose scrunched up at his words and he laughed, his hand coming up to give your shoulder a squeeze. “Trust me, whatever you say stays between us, no judgment. No ditchin’ each other.” Like he could ever ditch you.

You pause for a moment, feeling your worries slowly slip away with each passing second. He had a point, everything you both have talked about up to this point hasn’t made you leave each other or have disbelief in the friendship. You reveal too much when you smoke pot with him, tell him too much about things that now only he knows. He tells you things about his life that only you’ll ever hear, and if he told anyone else they’d surely leave him or take pity and just drag him along to make him feel less pathetic. “I…I did like what I saw. And I’ve been watching for a while. It’s just- It’s hard not to look, y’know?” You hide your face behind your hands, embarrassed by the words you just spoke. There was no going back now, there were out there in the air and there were no take-backsies to be seen. His cock jumped at your words, and he doesn’t hold back the soft mewl that leaves him at your revelation. The ever-so-subtle shiver that runs down your spine doesn’t go unnoticed, especially when one of his hands comes to wrap around your waist and the other moves to grasp your wrist, gently peeling your hands away from your face. “I do know.” He reassures, his face moving in closer. “Do you know how hard it is not to look at ya? How to not drool all over the fucking place when you walk around in those shorts and tank top? How I have to restrain myself when we’re alone because you’re just so…perfect.” He breathes the last word out in a tone of admiration, his lips coming to kiss at one of your wrists, nose brushing your palm.

“Now you’re just lying!” You retort with a wavering tone, melting under his warm, loving touch when he pulls you in closer, another kiss pressed against your wrist. You were in no way perfect, and disbelief riddled you at the idea that he’d think you’re perfect by any means of the stretch. “Why would I lie?” He chuckled, the way it vibrated against your skin from his lips making you shiver. “I would never lie to you, but,” he pressed up against your body, backing you in against the doorframe, his face moving to press near your ear, “maybe I should show you how perfect you are to me” You can feel the way his cock pressed against your body, how hard and hot the appendage is even through the layers of fabric covering your heated skin. “How do you feel about that, baby?” Eddie pulled away long enough to meet your gaze. It was all up to you, your comfort key at this moment. He was a gentleman after all, and he prided himself on such. Carefully you pulled your hands away from his grip, instead opting to wrap your arms around his neck. He hummed sweetly at such, smiling at you.

“Show me.”

“Yeah?” His free hand moved to cradle the nape of your neck, tangling his fingers into the hair at the base of your neck and gripping gently. You nod, the second after catching the shift in those sweet eyes that usually played brightly. They darkened, following the grin that overtook those lips of his that always seemed so tempting. The hand resting on your waist moves to your abdomen, carefully soothing the area through the material before slowly slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. A gasp leaves your lips, the warmth from his hand on your flesh sending bolts of electricity through your nerve endings. He watches you, studies you closely as the pads of his guitar-picking fingers edge up over your belly, fire burning in the trail he leaves. Up and up and up until he meets the underwire of your bra, humming when he feels you inhale suddenly. It’s so intense, more intense than Eddie could ever have imagined when being with you. Everything felt so hot and heavy and all he was doing was touching you, but the manner of it was scandalous, more than just gripping your arm or dragging you by the hand to the next adventure. No, this was lustful, sexy, and just downright fucking glorious. Anticipation tingles in your limbs as he carefully pulls your shirt up to expose the material of your bra. Ah, so you were a lace kinda girl. Sexy.

“Well don’t just stare.” You mumble, breaking him from his slight trance. He hadn’t even realized he was staring until you brought him back with your words. “Sorry!” He quickly apologizes, a split second of the Eddie you know showing through until he gets that grin back, giving a sharp tug of your shirt until you raise your arms for him to pull it away. “Fuck, you’ve been hidin’ on me.” He licked his lips, slowly, deliberately trailing your chest once more before pressing flush against you. His hand snaked up your back, fingers resting on the clasp of your bra and with a little struggle, he pops the clasp open. You shiver when the cups around your breast fall away, the air of the room hitting your nipples and making them harden up. He hummed in glee at your reaction, a finger hooking in one of your straps and eyes meeting yours, teasingly dragging it down your arm and watching it fall out of place. He repeats the action until you straighten your arms and let the material fall, your upper half nude to the man. This was better than he could have ever imagined, better than any fantasy of you. Here you were, on display, and he was like a man who was blind but could now see, admiring every last detail and committing it to memory. “You still okay?” He questioned gently, his whisper-like tone meeting your ears at such a soft register that you almost didn't hear him. It’s sweet, how he checks in with you, making sure and gaining assurance that you still want to keep going. “Yeah.” You huff out the word on a shaky breath, eyes fluttering when his hands come to cup you. It’s a cautious touch, experimental, just carefully balancing you in his grasp and carefully dragging his thumb over your sensitive buds. The chill of the metal from his rings makes a noise leave your throat, though held back and he clicks his tongue at you in mock disapproval.

“Sweetheart,” he pulls one of his hands away to grasp your chin, making you look at him, “don’t do that. I wanna hear every pretty little noise that falls from those sweet lips of yours.” His tone, it was pure sin, dripping with a layer of arousal that left your heart to quicken beneath his fingertips. He feels it, and it makes his cock leak at the sensation. Jesus, the things you do to him.

It’s enough to make any man go wild.

You loved when he called you sweetheart, the pet name rolling off his tongue so sweetly that it made your head spin each time the words left his mouth. It could be innocent, or it could be purred against your ear as he teased you about one thing or another. A moan was torn from your throat when he pushed his knee between your legs, grinding it up against your core and bringing your attention back to the way he was making you feel. He did promise you he’d show you just how perfect you are. His lips give a soft kiss to your ear, moving down and leaving a trail of soft pecks along your skin. Your jaw, your neck, he paid special attention there before moving lower, lower, and lower before you mewl at the way his lips peck at your tit. He hummed gently, allowing his teeth to graze the soft, subtle flesh and hear your sweet breathy noises. Mischief, it lingered in his gaze as he moved to one of your buds, letting his hot breath fan over it and feel you squirm against his body. He loved how you squirmed, how you ground against him unintentionally when he dragged his tongue over the bud before taking it between his lips and giving a harsh suck. Always a showman, giving you charisma and spice. Eddie suckled steadily, grinning when his teeth gently grazed the flesh and a soft cry left your lips, your chest pushing against his lips in a delicious shift. “Eddie, fuck!” He could get used to hearing his name fall from your lips. It was different than the groan of exasperation at his mannerisms, or the mocking way you tease when he does something sappy but tries to act “manly”, and the way it echoes when you show him sweetness while he’s in a panic. Your fingers tangle in his long, curly locks, grip tight and unrelenting as his tongue and teeth play on your nipple in a way that drives you mad. He groans though the sound leaving his throat is more of that of a growl, around you before pulling away with a soft pop, huffing gently. He switches to the other hard bud, hands falling away to tug at your shorts. He pops the button, impatience in his body with each noise that slips from your lips and twitches from his cock. He just wants to be buried in you, feel you clench around him.

You pull his head back, a small trail of saliva connecting your tit to his lips breaking when his tongue traces over his lips. Fuck, he was so pretty. You were so pretty, both of you held each other in such fond regard but not on your own beings. Eddie may talk a big game but he always felt pathetic. You didn’t feel good enough, it was a match made of perfection. A wolfish grin meets your gaze when he pulls your shorts down after some work, letting the material fall, leaving you in your panties. He pulls away from you, leaving you whimpering and needy. The air in the room was hot but suddenly felt all too cold with the heat of his body away from yours. He flops down onto the stained mattress, whistling as he takes in your form. Heated cheeks, rapid breathing, and the cherry on top is the subtle marks he’s adorned you with so far. So far, it was more a promise to himself to make sure you know who is fucking you, who cares about you and just wants to be with you. Who sees you now, nude and needy, and all he can think of is how badly he wants you. Needs you. “Look at you.” He breaths in slowly, gaze raking over your form. He sees the way you bite at your lip, your eyes following the trail down his body. You’ve seen him, cock in hand and all that, but nothing compared to seeing him wanting you. You let out a shaky breath when he pats the spot beside him on the mattress, but not before holding his hand up when you’re almost there to stop you. “Drop ‘em.” You look down at the plain fabric, nervous. Yes, Eddie “The Banished” Munson has seen everything else, but it was nerve wracking, thinking he’d turn you away after seeing you completely uncovered. Call it paranoia, but you wrap your arms around yourself for a moment and his heart sinks. Oh no, did he push too far too quickly? “Baby, what’s wrong? We can stop if you want to, I didn’t mean to-” “No,” you stop him, “no just…just give me a second.” You take a deep breath, trying to will away any worries dancing in your mind. He watches you carefully, checks to make sure that everything is okay. He didn’t hurt you, at least not that he can recall. Were the panties bit too much? Now he was starting to worry even more. This really wasn't like how it went in the pornos! He's always seen them just throw themselves at each other, not a worry in the world but this was the real world and there were real world problems. Especially in the realm of sex. “I’m just nervous.” You finally blurt the words out to him, rubbing your hands over your arms. “What if I’m not enough for you?” He looks hurt, hand slapping over his heart and eyes wide in surprise. “Babe, you’re more than I could ever ask for!” He gestures for you to come forward, the lad taking you into his hands and pulling you down to his lap, arms looping around you so he can hold you close. “I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I’ve wanted you- Well, maybe Joan Jett-” “Joan Jett?” You look down at him, raising a brow with a soft laugh under your breath. “What? She’s fucking hot!” He defends, planting a gentle kiss to your collarbone. “But not as hot as you. You’re perfect, like those natural D20’s you keep throwing out, which by the way I still think you’re cheating your DM.” A laugh finally falls from your lips in full force, a snort following and making Eddie cackle in turn. You were just truly adorable, truly amazing, everything he could ever ask for but felt he never deserved. “But seriously, you have nothing to worry about with me. We can stop and I can hold ya just like I am now. News flash, I’m quite the cuddler. Or,” He brushes your bottom lip with his thumb, gaze soft, “we can try again, but only if you feel up to it!” He quickly adds the last part, trying to reassure you even though it isn’t needed. Your worries were back to slipping away the moment you pushed forward, your lips locking with his in a gentle lock. He was frozen, having not expected this, but it was something he’s wanted since the day he met you. Everything was confirmed in his mind. The softness of your lips, the way you kissed him, he just knew this would be epic, but it was far more than anything that meets the fantasies that have played out in his mind. There were days he just wanted to grab you in the hall of Hawkins High, push you up against the closest locker, and kiss you like there’s no tomorrow. When you’re high off a campaign win, victory celebrated between you two, kissing you even if the Hellfire Club is in the room. He just wanted you, all he could think about is you.

It was always you, you, you.

He kisses back with fever, not allowing for a second of doubt to enter your mind that he didn’t want this, that he didn’t want you. He pulled you tighter against him, if that was even possible, and fell back onto the mattress with you against his chest. Each time your lips touch it’s like a jolt of electricity, connecting and shocking the other until you’re melting into each one with a brush of tongues and gentle nips of teeth. You catch his lip between your teeth, sending him a smile that makes his stomach do flips and dick threaten to spill right then and there. A hand moves down to your rear, giving it a light slap that makes you squeal and smack at his chest, a laugh being shared between you two. Your lips brush again, and he initiates the kiss this time, using the advantage to roll his hips up against your before flipping you so you’re beneath him and looking up in bewilderment at the sudden change in position. He just grins down to you, hands brushing along your sides and admiring you fondly. “May I?” He questions softly, thumbs rubbing soft circles on your hips. “Go ahead.” He nods at your words, giving you another quick peck before allowing his fingers to drag down to the waistband of your panties. His eyes stay locked on yours as he drags the material down your legs until he has to move his body and get the material off your legs. His eyes dart down to your core, then back up to your eyes when you give him a look that screams ‘really?’ He gave a nervous chuckle, mumbling a quiet apology before you rolled your eyes, laughing at him. “Perv.”

He chucked, licking his lips nervously before he moved his body back into position, your core just inches away from his cock. He carefully grinds himself against you, hearing the way your breath catches in your throat and melts into a low moan. “I’m not the only one, am I? Because if I recall correctly,” he grinds again, this time his cock slipping between your slickened folds and brushing up against your clit, “y-you’re the one who was watching me jerk off.” His tone wavered when he felt how wet you are, cheeks burning at the sensation. Carefully he grinds against your clit again, then once more, watching how each time you move to grind back against him. You mewl with each soft brush, whimpering and growing impatient with each passing brush. “Eddie, please-”

“Please what?” His voice came out in a sing-song, but his eyes were nothing but serious. What did you want from him? You had to tell him, he had to hear it come from your lips. “Eddie, I want you to fuck me.” Your words are solid- Well, as solid as they can be with the way he’s grinding his cock against your clit, teasing you for what is to come. You genuinely wanted him to take you, to have you, and the way he was looking at you solidified that need for him. Cocky, his confidence skyrocketed at the prospect of you wanting him, at the fact that you needed him. He hiked your legs up around his waist, feeling you tightening them around him, and carefully lining himself up with you. It takes him a moment to find your hole, but ohhh, when he does he is like a damn puppy, eager to just rut into you, but he withholds with all his strength. You deserved better than just having it shoved in and playing around for his own gain. He wanted- no, needed to please you. His gaze met yours, hands holding your hips firmly. “Ready?” You nod, and he slowly presses into your core. It’s a stretch, especially since he didn’t prep you but that all falls away from your mind as inch by inch sinks into your core. A moan is ripped from your throat when he is fully settled and he has to hold still, fear of cumming too quickly threatening his body and he clutches at you in response. “Fuck- Fuck, fuck, fuck! Gimme a sec.” He inhales through his teeth quickly, composing himself. It takes a moment for him to gather himself, but you’re thankful because it gave you time to adjust to the intrusion that is his cock. Slowly, ever so slowly he eases himself out, the sound of your slickness making him swallow thickly and a whimper to tar from your lips. Your hand reaches for him, clutching at his forearm and digging your nails in the moment his cock pushes back in. He grunts, bliss flooding his senses as he repeats the motion, again and again, keeping a slow but deep pace within your hot, slick walls. Each thrust hits deep, filling you in a way no one else has ever done so before. It was more intimate, that much was for sure, and you both basked in the way you moved together. Your hips push down as his push up, moaning in tandem each time you join together again. A faint sound formed each time, growing louder as his pace began to increase with the careful squeeze of your walls and the throbbing of his cock, slick skin hitting skin, and the hiss of the old mattress springs beneath you two. He takes one hand from your hip, planting it beside your head so he can lean down, changing the angle his cock is hitting and making a shrill noise leave you. He was hitting that spot just right, and you begged him not to stop when he looked on with concern. It was a careful balance of teetering closer and closer to orgasm, but not being there just yet.

You wrap your free arm around his neck, pulling him in for a heated kiss as his chest bumps against yours. All these sensations, he wasn’t going to hold out long, but neither were you. His thrust grew in speed and held a force that knocked the breath from you each time he hit that spot deep within you. Now that he knew where it was, he was going to abuse that knowledge. “You like this, sweetheart? You like being fucked by the school freak?” His words were breathless against your lips, the occasional grunt separating the syllables but still coherent. Your mind wavered and you had to will yourself to squeak out a small “yes” before it blanked. You couldn’t help it, he just felt too goddamn good. He felt too goddamn good. The way you clench around him, the feeling growing more frequent, it makes him realize what’s happening. You’re about to cum for him, all for him. It sets him into overdrive as he works that spot deep within, the pad of his thumb brushing your sensitive bundle of nerves and making your hips jump. He smirked a filthy smirk that played to the idea that he knew your body enough to work it to his advantage now. It was the thrill of knowing he could work you up, and by rubbing at your clit now, he was satisfied to know you were getting higher and higher with him, higher than any drug could take you. Each moan grew in volume, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer as he hit deep within you. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie! Just as quickly as this all started, you were done for. You couldn’t even warn him, the intensity of the orgasm hitting you with the mixture of his cock and the thumb toying with your clit enough to make you see stars. “Shit! Fuck!” He works you through it, even as your nails dig into his forearm and threaten to draw blood. He’d gladly wear these battle scars if it meant he could do this to you again. You’re on cloud nine, legs trembling and clinging to him as his pace stutters and his head falls to rest against your own. “I’m gonna- W-Where do ya want me?” He is quick, short, needing an answer as soon as he can get one. He knows he can’t hold on, knows he’s done for, and the idea of just getting to cum for you drives him to nearly shoot there.

“I-Inside…Eddie, Cum for me.”

Those words, just like his fucking fantasy. He cums hard, his body giving out as he crumbles on top of you. His head falls onto your chest, hot breath fanning over your chest and body stiff despite the occasional twitch of his hips and soft groan leaving his lips as the aftershocks form your orgasm pulse around him. You two lay there, tangled up in each other for what feels like an eternity. Peace, you both lay relaxed with each other as the world around is forgotten. His fingers gently stroke at your skin, humming sweetly when you lift a heavy hand to stroke at his sweaty locks, letting him know you’re there and somewhat coherent. A lazy, open-mouthed kiss is placed on your flesh, moving up towards your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, and finally stealing a quick kiss from you. You smile into it despite how tired you feel, eyes half-lidded and fingers coming up to cup his cheek. He smiles at you, his gaze sweet and bright despite his body being spent. “Did I show you how perfect you are?” You giggle softly, stroking over his cheek. “Mm, I think you showed me how perfect you are.”

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