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ladyfogg · 2 years

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Sleepover

Fic Summary: After a late night of studying, you decide to sleep over at Eddie’s for the first time. Things take an interesting turn when you’re woken in the middle of the night by an aroused, but sleeping, Eddie. Eddie Munson Oneshots Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader (Reader is 18)

Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Language, Canon Divergent, Grinding, Masturbation (Female), Oral (Male Receiving), Unprotected Sex (no condom, reader mentions being on the pill), Creampie, Pretty Much Utter Filth

A/N: Into the trash I go. Don’t know where this came from but, oh well! Enjoy!

It’s crunch time for finals.

While you’re on track to graduate, Eddie is army crawling toward the finish line. He’s trying, trying harder than he’s ever tried before, and while you believe in him, he says he doesn’t want to take any chances. So when he asks you to help study for Ms. O’Donnell’s final, you happily agree. He’s managed to scrape by with a C in his other classes and this is the only thing standing in his way of finally getting his diploma.

Eddie deserves to graduate. He’s trying hard. He wrapped up the Hellfire campaign weeks ago and is even putting off band practice until school is done. You’ve never seen him this determined before.

Which is how you find yourself in his trailer Saturday night, sitting on his bed while pouring over textbooks and notebooks.

Eddie’s face is pinched in concentration, his eyes narrowed as he reads through your notes. He never takes any himself, always using yours because you’re a sucker and can’t help but share. It’s late. Way later than you anticipated but it’s for a good cause. Anything to help your friend finally walk across that stage. The fact that you’ll be graduating together makes your heart skip a beat.

“I’m doomed.”

You look up from the practice test he had taken earlier, which you’ve been silently grading for the last ten minutes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m never going to remember all this in time!” he says, arms gesturing to the notes and books scattered across the bed. “The final is first thing Monday morning.”

“And we still have all of tomorrow,” you reassure him. “Eddie, you got this!”

Groaning in frustration, he dramatically falls onto his back. “Maybe I should just face the fact that I’m never going to get out of that fucking school.”

This is a side of Eddie people rarely see. Yes, he’s loud and boisterous, and totally unashamed of who he is. Yet, there’s a slight self-conscious side that only you’ve been privy to over the last few years. It’s like he feels comfortable letting his guard down around you, something you cherish. You love being able to see a side of him that no one else does. It makes you feel special, and that your friendship is special.

“Uh-uh, nope. You’re not following that train of thought,” you scold, putting your notebook down. Leaning over him you give him the most reassuring smile you can. “You’re doing great. You got this.”

He looks up at you. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Of course I am, is it working?” You’re teasing him obviously. He’s actually doing fairly well by comparison to where he was when you started studying. He just can’t see it because he’s tired and frustrated.

Grinning, Eddie reaches up and boops your nose. “You always make me feel better, sweetheart. How did I do on the practice test?”

Grateful for the distraction, and needing something to focus on other than the racing of your heart, you draw back and lift the practice test so he can see the C- you wrote on top.

It makes him smile. “Fuck yes!”

“See, told you. You’re doing awesome. There are a couple of things you got wrong in the essay question, but that’s nothing we can’t clean up. Let’s study a bit more and call it a night.”

And so, you two get back to work. Eventually, after reviewing flashcards and taking another practice test, Eddie decides to raid the kitchen for a snack, leaving you to your grading. It’s been a long trying day. You don’t think you’ve ever studied this much in your entire high school career. While you manage to get a handful of good grades, you’re no genius and would much prefer playing D&D or reading fantasy books rather than reviewing schoolwork.

However, there was no way you could turn Eddie down when he begged you to help him. He looked so desperate and hopeful, how could you refuse? You’ve never refused Eddie in your life and you aren’t about to start now.

While he’s taking his break, you start to go over his second practice test. Or is it his third? You’ve lost count. You also underestimate how tired you are because the next thing you know, your eyes drift closed and then, Eddie’s hand gently shakes you.

“I’m awake!” you say, head flying up off the book you were using as a pillow.

Eddie chuckles, peeling off the note card that’s stuck to your cheek. “It’s late,” he says. “I’m calling it. Study session over.”

You don’t even bother trying to stifle your yawn. “Alright, fair enough. What time is it?”

“After midnight.”

Shit. Definitely too late to ride your bike home. “Damn, I really wish I hadn’t fallen asleep.”

“I can drive you.”

Eddie looks as exhausted as you feel and you don’t like the thought of him getting behind the wheel. You’ve been pulling several late nights and you doubt he’s in any mood to drive. You’re watching as he helps gather your study materials when a simple solution comes to mind.

“Mind if I crash here?”

Eddie pauses for a moment, looking at you over his shoulder. “You want to sleep over?”

“Is that a bad idea? I just figure since we’re going to meet up tomorrow to keep studying anyway, it doesn’t make sense for you to take me all the way home and pick me up again early in the morning. Besides, my parents are both working doubles at the plant tonight.”

You don’t like the thought of being all alone in your house, especially with all the weird shit that happens in Hawkins.

“I mean, my uncle will be home later and will need the pullout bed, so you and me will have to share mine if you’re cool with that.”

Your heart starts to pound faster at the idea. Throat suddenly very dry, you have to swallow before you can respond, “I’m okay with that.”

You see a flush come over him, “Great. Alright.” Looking around the room, he runs his hand through his hair. “Um, here, just let me…” He starts to clear the clutter of clothes from his bed and you take the time to put the studying materials away.

There’s a strange energy about Eddie all of a sudden. It’s hard to pinpoint, hard to describe until you realize that he’s never been one to go out of his way to clean for you. You’re over his place all the time and he knows you don’t care about the mess. But now that you’re sleeping over for the first time, he almost seems nervous.

The air is thick with tension.

You’re not sure if it’s coming from him or from you, but you try to act casual, try to seem like this is no big deal even when your heart is threatening to implode.

You’re acutely aware that sharing a bed with Eddie is a new situation for you and your friend. As close as you two are, you’ve never spent the night at the other’s houses and definitely haven’t shared a bed before. The thought gives you butterflies, making your hand slip on the zipper of your backpack. Eddie doesn’t notice. He’s still moving around his room, occasionally swearing under his breath and saying sorry when he moves something else out of the way.

A moment later the bed is cleared and Eddie turns to you. “Do you need sleep clothes or anything?”

“I usually sleep in a t-shirt. But I can keep my jeans on if you’re more comfortable with that.”

“Who wears jeans to bed?”

He has a point. “No pants it is,” you say. “I guess I can just wear this same shirt tomorrow.”

“Here.” Eddie reaches into one of his drawers and pulls out one of his many Hellfire shirts. “You can wear this.”

“Thanks.”

There’s an awkward beat of silence and you’re right about to excuse yourself to the bathroom to change when Eddie says, “I’ll just give you some privacy.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s out of the room and closing the door behind him.

You stand there for a minute, your heart racing faster than it ever has before. It’s just a sleepover at your friend’s house, you don’t know why you’re both such a nervous mess.

Feeling like you’re in a dream, you take off your jeans and leave them folded on the dresser. Next comes your shirt and you suddenly stare at your reflection in Eddie’s mirror. It’s surreal seeing yourself half-naked in his room. A certain level of excitement washes over you at the image and you find yourself wishing the scenario was different, that maybe you were sleeping over because Eddie wanted you to, not for convenience’s sake.

Shaking the thought from your head, you take your bra off, rolling it up with your shirt and sticking both with your jeans. When you put Eddie’s shirt on, it smells like him. It makes you smile, pausing to savor it. There’s something acutely intimate about wearing your guy friend’s shirt, especially when it’s a shirt you know he loves. You slide into bed, making sure to pull the covers up around your waist.

A few moments pass before there’s a knock on the door. “You good in there?” comes Eddie’s voice.

“All set.”

The door opens slowly and Eddie stumbles in dramatically, his hand covering his eyes. “Are you sure you’re decent? It would be such a shame if I walked in on you naked!”

Laughing, you lay down and try to get comfortable. “Eddie, you can look. I’m not naked.”

His hand drops from his face. “Well, why the hell not?!”

“I’m sorry, am I supposed to be?” you tease.

“Well, yeah! That’s how these things go, right? You ask to stay over, I give you my shirt, and then you surprise me by getting completely naked.”

Still laughing, you roll your eyes. “Stop goofing around and come to bed.”

The phrase sounds so casual yet incredibly intimate at the same time. Eddie’s smile doesn’t fade, but he’s looking at you differently. It’s hard to pinpoint, how to tell exactly what’s going through his mind. It’s enough to make you fidgety and self-conscious.

“What?” you ask, hands twisting the edge of the blanket in your hands.

“Nothing,” Eddie says. “It’s just, you look good in my bed, sweetheart.”

The heat rises to your face and words escape you. How do you respond to something so sweet and obviously flirty? Not that Eddie hasn’t flirted with you in the past but that was just him being playful. Wasn’t it?

Before you can think of a response, he reaches for his belt.

There’s a moment, a split second where you can either lay there and watch Eddie undress, or roll onto your side and pretend like you’re not hyper-aware of the fact that he’s about to slide into bed next to you. Deciding to give him the courtesy of privacy, like he did for you, you turn on your side to face the wall. Eddie’s belt buckle never sounded louder. A moment later, you hear his jeans hitting the floor and then rustling as he steps out of them.

The room is plunged into darkness as Eddie gets the lights.

Your breathing is shallow, your head spinning when you realize you haven’t taken a proper breath in the last minute. You feel the rise of the bedsheet as Eddie draws it back, then the mattress dips under his weight. His bed isn’t very big, something you hadn’t considered when he brought up sharing. You try to move as far over as you can but you’re right against the wall and there isn’t very far for you to go.

“You can look now. I have no shame or modesty.”

“Oh, I’m well aware of that.”

His voice is so close and you have to swallow past the lump in your throat before you turn around to face him. He’s lying on his back, shirtless with the blanket draped over his hips. It’s dark but there’s enough ambient light coming through the window from outside for you to see him. It makes him look almost other-worldly and you know the image is going to be burned into your mind for years to come.

“It’s okay, I won’t bite,” he teases. “Unless you really want me to.”

“Haha, very funny,” you say, even though the mental image isn’t funny at all. It makes your heart race and your thighs clench.

“You alright? You seem nervous.”

“I’m fine,” you say a little too quickly. “It’s just…this is new. For us. Not that there is an us. I just meant, we haven’t shared a bed before and it’s new…for us.” Dear God, you’re babbling and repeating yourself. Can you be any more obvious?

“New doesn’t always have to be scary,” Eddie says, turning on his side and propping his head up with his hand. “Think of this as another phase of our friendship.”

You smile and roll onto your side to copy his pose. The two of you are only inches apart. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and see his tattoos even through the dim light. Your fingers ache to trace them, to touch him in some way, but you keep your hands to yourself. He’s not wearing any of his jewelry. No necklace, no bracelets, not even his favorite rings. Somehow that makes him seem more naked. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen him without them.

“And what phase would that be?” you ask.

He studies you through the dark. There is a beat of silence before he responds, “That all depends on you, sweetheart.”

Fuck you love it when he calls you that. You’ve only ever heard him call his guitar “sweetheart” up until several months ago when he casually called you that while hanging out one night. Your mind had gone blank and you had been so surprised, that you forgot what you were doing. He of course found it incredibly amusing and now calls you that whenever he can just to get a rise out of you.

Between wearing his clothes, sleeping in his bed, and laying right next to him, your senses were surrounded by everything Eddie Munson. It makes it hard to ignore the way his smile makes your stomach drop, or how a simple touch of his hand on yours sets a fire ablaze in your veins. It's making your head spin. You also have no idea how to respond to him. What does he mean it depends on you? What depends on you? What phase is he talking about? He can’t possibly be talking about becoming more than friends, could he? That seems almost too fantastical for you to believe. You may want him that way but he hasn’t shown any indication he feels the same way about you. Has he?

“I love our friendship,” you say, carefully choosing your words. “It’s more special to me than anything in the world.”

“But…?” Eddie draws the word out, waiting for more. Waiting for you to explain yourself. Possibly waiting for you to reject him. Holy shit, that’s it. Your mind is going a mile a minute and you’re trying hard to remain calm. This discussion is real, he’s legitimately asking about being something more. Isn’t he? You don’t think you’re jumping to conclusions, but it’s still hard to plunge into the deep end.

“No buts. I just want you to know how important you are to me,” you tell him. “And if me sleeping over means we get closer, then I’m really glad I asked to stay.”

He studies you through the dark. You can’t read his expression but you can see his eyes scanning your face, searching. “I’m glad you asked to stay too,” he eventually says. “By the way, you look damn good in my shirt.”

“And you look good without it.”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. You’re so caught up in the moment and he really does look great shirtless that you speak without thinking. Whelp, no taking it back now. Eddie laughs, reaching over to run his hand down your cheek. He leans forward and places a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Get some sleep,” he says. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”

Yes, the morning. Good idea. It’s best to talk after you’ve had a long rest and time to process this shift happening between you.

You expect him to turn on his back or face away from you. But he doesn’t. Instead, he stays right where he is, facing you. There’s a moment of contemplation where you think about turning around, yet you don’t. You stay where you are as well, face-to-face with Eddie, cuddled close in the dark. Your body is exhausted from the long day and your mind is ready to shut down for the night.

It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Between the dark room and Eddie’s slow, even breathing, you’re lulled off to dreamland in a matter of minutes.

Hours later, you’re brought back to consciousness just as quickly, but you’re not sure why.

It’s still the middle of the night. You can tell by the darkness and the quiet outside the trailer. You’ve moved in your sleep and are now facing the wall again, except this time, Eddie’s body is spooned up behind you. His arm is draped over your waist and you can feel the even rise and fall of his chest against your back.

Laying there, enjoying the comfort of him holding you, you’re about to close your eyes when you feel it, a sudden hardness digging into your lower back.

Your sleep-addled brain doesn’t catch on right away.

You shift to get comfortable, too tired to really consider what it could actually be. Until, you feel it again, this time accompanied by a quiet moan from Eddie.

Sleep is now a distant memory.

Is he…? Did he just…?

When it happens a third time, you know for sure it’s not your imagination. It’s pretty unmistakable what is happening. Unsure of what to do about it, you stay exactly where you are, listening and waiting. As far as you can tell, Eddie is sleeping. The persistent press of his hard cock happens once or twice more before it stops. However, that doesn’t mean it goes away. You can feel it, straining against his boxers.

Heat washes over you and you bite your lip because now your own body is waking. Waking and realizing exactly what situation you’re in.

Your cunt throbs from neglect.

Ignore it and go to sleep, you tell yourself. Just pretend like everything’s alright and go back to sleep.

Easier said than done. No sooner do you close your eyes than Eddie moves. Not fast and not purposeful. His arm is still very much limp across your waist, telling you he’s fast asleep. But his hips haven’t gotten the memo.

You feel his cock press harder, his body reacting to what it wants while he’s blissfully unaware.

It starts with small, slow rolls of his hips, creating just the barest hint of pressure. You can feel his breath on the nape of your neck, hot bursts of air every few seconds. Your cunt throbs again, more persistent this time and definitely interested in whatever is the hell is happening.

Nowhere in your wildest dreams did you ever think you’d wake up this way, with Eddie rutting against you in his sleep.

It’s getting increasingly difficult to ignore. Your best bet is to try and shift closer to the wall, to try to put distance between you. Yet, when you move, Eddie’s arm draws you back, flush against his chest with his erection tucked snuggly under your ass. He mumbles your name and then he’s still once more.

Fuck, he said your name.

Fuck does that mean he’s dreaming about you? Has he dreamt about you before? How the hell are you supposed to sleep with those thoughts running through your head?

You’re wet. Even without moving you know that you are, can feel the dampness seeping into your panties. Suddenly, the thin blanket is too much. You’re Hellfire shirt, no, Eddie’s Hellfire shirt is too constricting.

He's not thrusting anymore, but it’s worse now. Because now his cock is snug between your ass cheeks, and the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers isn’t leaving much to the imagination.

You need relief and you need it now.

Biting your lip, you listen closely to Eddie’s breathing, making sure it hasn’t changed. As far as you can tell, he’s definitely not awake. If you’re quiet and careful, you can hopefully give yourself some kind of reprieve. Otherwise, you’ll never get back to sleep.

You wait a few seconds, wait until you can pluck up the nerve to touch yourself, in your best friend’s bed, while he’s asleep next to you. Taking a deep breath, you slowly spread your legs. Your panties are so fucking wet you can feel them sticking to your aching core.

Carefully, you let your hand slide down the bed, inching closer and closer to where you need it. You reach the hem of your panties, pausing to think, really think if this is what you want to do right now. Of course, there’s no point because you know it’s going to happen. It needs to happen. You slip your hand into your panties. At the first press of your fingers, you almost moan out loud. Fuck you’re soaking wet and aching for the man lying beside you. You haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already hypersensitive.

Gathering your slick with your fingers, you rub two of them through your folds. Your body almost weeps with relief, even though you’ve barely gotten started. Your nipples pebble under your shirt. You have to fight back a moan as they brush lightly against the rough fabric.

You’re being careful, trying hard not to move anything other than your wrist. Eddie’s cock twitches, like it knows what you’re doing, like it’s begging to join the fun.

God, you wish it would. You wish he would.

You’re so wet that your two fingers slide into you effortlessly. A small gasp escapes your lips and you’re too wound up to notice. Still trying not to move too much, you keep your fingers buried deep, wiggling them just enough to get that spot that makes you see stars. Fuck this feels good. It’s not Eddie’s cock but damn is it still getting the job done.

Your hips slowly start to rock with your hand, needing more pressure, more friction. You have to literally bite your tongue when your fingers slide out of your soaking hole to trace wet circles around your clit.

It's not going to take you long. You’re too worked up to drag it out.

Falling into a steady rhythm, you touch yourself to thoughts of Eddie. It’s easier when you’re in his bed, wearing his shirt, laying with his body heat pressed along your back. His scent is all over you, like cigarettes, weed, and that cologne he wears. The one you got him for Christmas last year. But underneath, the scent of your arousal is unmistakable. To have both of those in the same place conjures all sorts of naughty images, fantasies you only indulge in the middle of the night. Usually alone.

Except for tonight. It’s all overwhelming and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer…

Eddie’s hand suddenly locks around your wrist.

It’s like someone dumps a bucket of ice water over your head. Frozen in place, you’re too scared to move or make a sound. Plush lips brush your ear and Eddie’s voice, low and raspy from sleep, sends a shiver down your spine.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?”

Shit! Has he been awake this whole time? Was he grinding on purpose? Or did you wake him up with your stupid fucking libido and attempted stealth masturbation?

He has to know you can feel him. It’s pretty fucking obvious. He also has to know what you’re doing. There’s really no other reason for your hand to be between your legs.

“What are you doing, Eddie?” is the only response that comes to mind.

“Sleeping.” His thrust this time is harder and purposeful. “At least I was until someone woke me up.”

“In all fairness, you woke me up first.”

You’re breathless and your cunt throbs angrily, begging for you to keep going. Squeezing your thighs together does nothing to relieve the pressure, especially with your hand still trapped.

“Did I?” he asks. “Maybe I should make it up to you.”

His hand slides down to join your hand and your gasp can no longer be contained. Oh my god, this is happening. This is really fucking happening.

“Fucking hell, you’re so fucking wet,” Eddie groans in your ear. His tongue darts out to trace the shell and a powerful shudder runs through your body. “Don’t stop on my account.”

His fingers press yours, forcing you to circle your clit again. Unable to hold back and so fucking turned on, you pick up where you left off.

You feel Eddie’s other arm slide under your body and the next thing you know, you’re yanked to his chest, trapped in a tight hold. His mouth is all over your neck, kissing, sucking, and nipping at the sensitive flesh. His free hand pushes your shirt up and fondles your tit, giving it an appreciative squeeze before moving to the next one.

His fingers mirror yours, following your lead. The sound of your fingers through your wetness is obscenely hot. When you slip a finger inside yourself again, one of Eddie’s joins you, and you selfishly wish he hadn’t taken his rings off. You can only imagine how the cool touch of metal would feel in this moment. Your hips thrust forward with excitement.

Eddie’s hips do the same.

He’s grinding his cock against your ass constantly now, panting and groaning in your ear as he does. “Such a dirty girl, fingering yourself in my bed,” he pants. “God I can’t wait to feel you come.”

The Hellfire shirt is sticking to your sweaty skin. Your cunt is dripping, your slick sliding down your thighs where you know it’s staining Eddie’s sheets.

“Fuck, this is so fucking hot. Shit, I’m gonna blow my load like this.” He’s humping himself against your ass, getting closer with each desperate thrust.

“Don’t,” you beg. “Don’t…not yet. I want…”

“Tell me,” he begs, lips claiming your throat with harsh kisses. “What do you want, babe? I’ll give you anything.”

“I want to suck your dick.”

Eddie’s hand stops in surprise but your orgasm can’t be delayed anymore. You come hard, seeing white and grinding yourself on his hand, covering him with your release. No fantasy can ever do this feeling justice. The fact that Eddie is the one who made you come only heightens your arousal and has you moaning his name. You keep moving until the last shocks of pleasure subside and you’re left shaking and panting.

Eddie’s hand slides out from between your legs and he rolls you into your back.

Your first kiss is sloppy.

His mouth finds yours in the dark but you’re too blissed out to focus or kiss him properly at first. He doesn’t seem to care. With a moan that has your cunt clenching, he kisses the life out of you, tongue pushing past your lips to taste.

Your hand falls to the bed but his is back between your legs a second later. He touches, he rubs, and he explores, dragging tremors out of your body and building your pleasure again. Is this for you or for him? Either way, you don’t care because he’s rubbing your clit in rough circles and it’s driving you absolutely insane. Two fingers slide into you without warning.

His fingers fill you in a way yours can’t, the delicious stretch an appetizer, a tease, for what’s to come.

“Eddie, let me suck you off.” You’re the one begging this time. You need to touch him, taste him. You need to make him feel as good as he’s making you feel.

“Fuck, yes. Soon, baby, soon. Just want you to come for me one more time.”

He gets his wish a moment later. Your second orgasm is as powerful as the first, sucking the air from your lungs and leaving you twitching. He kisses you through this one, swallowing your moan as you drench his hand. It keeps going and going, the pleasure never truly fading even when his hand draws away.

You want to touch him now. You have to touch him now. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you push him into his back. You take a second to pull the t-shirt off and discard your ruined panties somewhere at the foot of the bed.

Eddie shoves his boxers down to join them.

He wraps his hand around his cock, using your slick as lube while he starts to jerk himself off. It’s a beautifully erotic sight ripped right from your filthiest fantasies.

His cock is fucking gorgeous. Long and thick, with a vein running along the bottom that you want to trace with your tongue. Your mouth waters at the sight of his swollen head, red and begging to be sucked. Ever the showman, he’s putting on a performance for you, showing you exactly what you do to him and what he wants from you. What he needs. You straddle him for a moment, taking his face in your hands and bringing him into a searing kiss before you start your descent down his body.

You leave a trail of kisses and love bites along the way.

You want to mark him, to make him yours. Everything you haven’t been able to say comes bubbling to the surface and fuels your actions. If you can’t tell him, you’re sure as hell going to show him. When you settle between his legs, he’s still holding himself. Precum is already seeping out of the tip and you knock his hand away, replacing it with your own.

Fuck the weight of him is fucking incredible. Just the thought of how he’s going to stretch you is enough for your cunt to clench in anticipation.

“Fuck, babe, please do something,” Eddie begs, running both hands through his hair. “Seeing you get off was the hottest fucking thing of my life…oh shit!”

He gasps as you wrap your lips around the leaking head of his cock, sucking the salty, headiness of him down with a decadent moan. His hands fly down to your head, fingers digging into your scalp as you start to work your mouth down.

He's so fucking hard against your tongue.

Mouth stretched wide, you try to relax your jaw, taking as much of him in as you can. He groans when he feels the slight resistance of your throat flutter around cock.

“Shit, shit, shit, sweetheart. Fuck your throat feels so fucking good. Yeah, swallow around me.”

You do your best before dragging your mouth up the length of his cock, coating him in your saliva. When you take him in again, you get him further this time, using your upper body to pin his hips to the bed. You do it over and over, working him in more and more until you manage to take him all. He grips your head and holds you there for a second, a litany of swears spilling out of his filthy mouth.

“Fuck! Oh my fucking god, let me fuck your mouth. Please let me fuck this pretty mouth of yours, babe.”

You pick up the pace, finally tracing that thick vein with your tongue and bobbing your head up and down on his lap. When you ease the pressure on his hips, he loses it.

He starts to thrust into your mouth, saying your name repeatedly while his hands continue to hold your head. “Fuck me this is heaven. God, can’t believe you can take it all. Gonna fuck this mouth all the time now.”

You’re fucking lost yourself. The visual of sucking Eddie off in his van or going down on him at his special picnic table in the woods is almost too much. Eddie has always been a drug to you, but experiencing him like this is making you an addict. Your thighs are soaked, your jaw is aching, but you can’t stop. Won’t stop. Don’t want to stop.

Apparently, Eddie has other plans.

When he suddenly pulls you off, you gasp for breath and whimper with disappointment. “Why’d you stop me?” you pant.

Eddie is looking at you like he’s a starved man and you’re his next meal. “I was too close,” he says, sitting up. “Didn’t want to finish like that.”

“How do you want to finish, Eddie?”

He groans and pushes you onto your back, maneuvering your legs so they’re bent at the knees. “Anywhere,” he says. “But not before I fuck you.”

“Fuck me, Eddie. I’m on the pill. I want you to come inside me.”

He crawls up your body with a growl before attacking your lips in a bruising kiss. You can feel his cock between your legs, wet from your mouth and his precum, hard like velvet-covered steel. He reaches down to grab himself, teasingly sliding the underside of his cock through your wetness, coating himself with you.

You’re so slick, so ready, and eager and waiting, that when he finally pushes into you, tears form in your eyes. You nearly weep from joy, his cock giving you that delicious stretch you’ve been waiting for.

Eddie’s eyes are all you see. He’s staring into yours with rapt attention you’ve never known. It’s like he wants to memorize your face, wants to see every detail as his cock finally slides home.

Because he is home. He’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.

Damn it’s a fucking stretch. Even with all the prep and wetness, he still spreading you open. Your hands fly to his shoulders, your back arching as he slides in more and more…

His lap is snug against you for an entirely different reason now. And you’ve never felt more full or alive in your life.

Eddie kisses you while he fucks you. It’s slow at first, gentle like he’s trying to make sure not to hurt you or taking his time to savor. But he can’t hurt you. He never could.

And you’re too wound up, too happy to finally have him that you don’t want it slow.

“Fuck me hard, Eddie,” you moan. “Fuck me like I know you want to. Trust me, I can take it.”

“Shit!”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. Eddie fucks you into the mattress. It creaks and groans under the onslaught, your bodies rocking together desperately. Having him like this, over you and in you, is everything you ever hoped it would be and nothing you ever expected. He sits back in his heels, his hands on either side of your waist as he watches his cock slide in and out of you. Those fucking gorgeous brown eyes watch your tits bounce along with his thrusts.

“So good, so fucking good,” he groans. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight. Such a fucking amazing pussy. Fucking knew you’d feel good.”

Your hands cup your tits, fingers tweaking and pinching your nipples as your body comes alive. No thoughts remain except Eddie and his cock.

His hands roughly grab your ankles, bringing them to his shoulders. He wraps his arm around your legs to hold them close against his chest. With a fluid movement, he lifts himself onto his knees and suddenly the angle is deeper, his pace brutal, and you’re loving every fucking second of it.

Skin slaps skin as Eddie fucks you into oblivion.

You’re aching and raw, and Eddie is filling you up in a way you never thought possible. You never want this to end, never want to do anything else but be wrecked by Eddie fucking Munson.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart,” he moans nearly bending you in half. “I’m gonna cum in this tight pussy, baby.”

“Yes, Eddie! Fucking come inside me. Fill me up.”

“Fucking gonna pump you full.”

Your final orgasm comes out of nowhere and happens mere seconds before his. The hot slick wetness of his release fills you so much that your body can’t contain it. Even as he’s still fucking himself through his pleasure, you can feel him leaking out of you, dripping down your ass and onto the rumpled bedsheets. Another stain for him to deal with at some point.

Eddie leans forward and now you really are bent in half, if only for a second. Long enough for him to give you one more kiss, teeth clacking together in your excitement as his hips stutter for a moment, then finally stop.

All is quiet except for the sounds of you two trying to catch your breath.

Your ankles slip from his sweaty shoulders and Eddie pulls back. “Fuck, babe. That was the fucking best.” He’s still inside you, somehow still twitching even in his afterglow. He stares between your spread legs, watching his cock slide out and admiring the mess he’s made.

“All mine now, sweetheart,” he coos, a hand reaching out to stroke your thigh. His eyes meet yours, his lips pulled up into that grin you love so much.

“I was always yours, Eddie,” you pant.

Sitting up, you reach for him as he reaches for you, his hand cupping the back of your head and yanking you into another hungry kiss. He moans into your mouth, tongue continuing its exploration from before. Already you can feel your desire building again, although did it ever really go away? No, no it didn’t.

Your cunt is a sticky mess and when you and Eddie finally break away you say, “I should probably clean up.”

With a smirk, Eddie’s nose brushes yours. “It’s my mess. I’ll do it.” Before descending between your legs.

Needless to say, you don’t get much sleep that night. Nor do you study much the next day.

Eddie passes the test on Monday anyway, and when he proudly shows you the grade, you reward him with another sleepover.

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