holy diver.
premise: eddie puts those cute panties you gave him to good use.
pairing: eddie munson x richgirl!reader
word count: 1.8k
warnings: eighteen+ content, masturbation, virgin!eddie, flashbacks to previous sexual escapades (oral), mentions of fucking, swallowing, literally heās just jerkin it with readers panties.
etc: this is a part of heavy metal love, but you could read this as a stand alone/without reading the series and it be completely fine. literally no one asked for this but iām a whore so.
i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful ā if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!
Eddie wouldnāt consider himself an overtly affectionate person.
Wouldn't say he was raised to feen off of affections, or need them for general survival. Heās sure some people wouldādoālook at his chaotic behvaior and lack-of-giving-a-fuck as someone who didnāt get hugged enough as a child. Which is laughable and probably one of the more generously nice rumours that heās confident is going around about him.
You donāt get labeled as the āTown Freakā without the many assumptions and assessments on your character being anything but generous.
No one would go out of their way to label him as the most overtly friendly, or approachable, therefore affectionate would never be tied onto his many labels.
And yet each time he's around you he feels a buzzing in the tips of his fingertips to reach out and touch you. To move stray hairs out of your face, let his fingers linger on the soft skin of your cheek; to move it down to your neck, run his thumb along the dip in your collarbone, to go lowerāas low as youāll let him, whether that stops at your chest or between your legs.
He figured theseāfeelings of affectionāhad only surfaced from having your mouth on him. That it was just his biological hormones getting the best of him. Would be perfectly natural in the grand scheme of things, had spent plenty of nights alone watching the few dirty movies heād snagged from the Family Video. Had let his eyes linger a little too long on legs, asses, tits.
Wanting to fuck and be fucked was nothing new to him.
But affection was.
You were.
Of course he had remembered you from school. From the many times he caught you walking past in the halls, the few classes you had together but never looked his way. From being partnered together in Bilology, how you had looked less than thrilled to even be there let alone partnered with himāand of course, like the fucking clichĆ© he had to be; he found you just as beautiful as the rest of Hawkins High did.
Maybe that's where the affection started.
As he watched the way you chewed on your pencap, the way your glossed lips wrapped around the blue cap, your tongue peaking out every now and then; how your eyes would meet, you catching him staring and you never scowled, scolded, just stared back at him for a beat then went back to looking down at the lab in front of you.
Or when he would try to make conversation with you, try to lighten the mood, do anything but sit in silence. Going into grave detail about Corroded Coffin, air guitaring one of his riffs, dropping some cheesy jokes just to see you smile.
āWhat would you call an acid with an attitude? A mean-o-acid,ā thereās a long pause after heās said the punchline, brows raised as he tries to rack his brain to remember if thatās how he heard it. āI think.ā
āDid you pass Chemistry, Munson?ā
āBarely.ā
āBiology isnāt looking too good either is it?ā You had said, covered your smile up with that bitchy humor you seemed to excel in. That seemed to only make him that much more attracted to you. So everyday he had tried to rack his brain for something stupid he could say that always got the same reaction out of you. Until one day you actually laughed. Had let it slip out, and as much as Eddie wanted to clap his hands and jump on top of the lab table in victory; he knew doing so would make your smile slip and put that crown right back in place.
So maybe thatās where it all started. Not the night he let you slide into his van and grace him with your presence. Showing him a side of you he was sure not many had seen, or would ever see.
And when the two of you had kissedāa kiss that hadnāt been his first but was enough to knock him down a peg, onto his ass and think āfuck, she really is perfect.ā
When your hands had went for his belt he swore he felt his stomach in his ass. A shot of nervous adrenaline he only feels from new campaigns, or when heās on stage playing with his band. He had half a mind to say no, knew that even his inebriated mind could tell this might not have been the best of ideas. Not in this high state of mind, and definitely not from the princess of Hawkins.
A punch to the gut from her lover boy was surely going to come tomorrow morning when he showed up roided out and angry on his doorstep.
But your eyes looking up at him, the way your lips looked so plump and red from his, how pretty you looked between his legs, how hard he was; heād be a fucking idiot to say no.
He thought he knew the best pleasures in life already: playing DnD, rocking out to Dio, performing with the band, a six pack and a good smoke.
Then your tongue had pressed to the tip of his cock and he swore he forgot all about them, this was the only pleasure he knew. How warm and wet your mouth felt, your little moans youād let out that sent a vibration from the base of his cock up that he could get addicted to feeling. Your eyes looking up at him as you swallowed him down; he was fucked.
And as he lays in the dark of his room, one of the street lights that linger around the trailer park filtering the tiniest bit of orange glow into the room; the soft cotton of the panties you had dropped into his lap as you left his van the other night, gripped in his hand. His cock swells in his jeans.
You had tasted so good on his tongue.
A deep groan echoes throughout the room as he runs the heel of his hand against the outline of his cock. Hips stuttering up, lips parted and releasing the weakest of breaths and gasps as he remembers your taste; how your fingers had tugged his hair, how beautiful you looked when he let his eyes drift up, how you looked on the brink of crying from how good you feltāfrom how good he was making you feel.
You sounded so fucking pretty moaning, saying his name.
All things he could feel himself needing more of, wanting more of to the point where he couldnāt get through a day without getting hard at the thought of you, or feeling that buzz of affection to simply just see you.
He lets out a long sigh as he undoes his belt, pushes his jeans down to his ankles. Wraps a palm around his cock, a shudder going through him as his thumb moves along the head to gather the precome leaking there. Spreading it down his shaft with the few light strokes he gives himself.
If someone had told him three years ago that he would have the princess of Hawkins in the back of his van smoking with himāfilling her throat, swallowing down his comeāhe would have flipped them the bird.
But this seemed to be some fucking fever dream heād stepped into. Some mystic land like Mordor; a fantasy world, and he was living in it. Loving it, a little too much.
āShit,ā he grunts, rolls his wrist at his tip.
After tasting you, feeling your pussy on his tongue, lapping at your wetness, swallowing down your sweet taste; he wanted to feel more, wanted to feel that same wetness on his cock. That tightness he had felt when he pushed his fingers inside of you.
Would you grip him just as tight? Even tighter?
Could he make you come on his cock and have you moaning his name all pretty and panting like you had when his mouth was on you?
His hips are pushing up into his fist, his head hitting the back of the pillow, eyes closed, gasps leaving his parted lips as he thinks about it. As he presses your panties against the length of his cock, the soft cotton incomparable to what your pussy probably feels like. But fuck itāll have to do.
The thought of having you laid out for him, his mouth and fingers leaving bruises and bites along your soft skin, the way youād push your body up to his. Sends his mind into a tailspin.
He could just pull your panties to the side and run his cock through your wetness. Knows youād cling to him, dig your nails into his arms, his back, his hair; knows he could just slip the head inā¦just the tip of his cockā¦so slow inside of you.
āAhh,ā Eddie sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to muffle his pathetically needy groans.
He knows thereās no going back after that. Once heās inside of you, once heās taken you like that. How could he ever get enough of that? He couldnāt.
Youāre fucking perfect on the outside and youād be just as perfect on the inside. Addicting. Making him simmer with affection that heās never felt before, but always labeled as shitty and irrelevant to himself.
But now he needed it. Needed to see you. To touch you. To taste you. To watch your fingers play with your pussy, wonders if youāll let him watch you come if he asks. Wants to see your body wither and reach out for him.
Would you want to watch him? Like this? His hand, your panties, wrapped around his cock as he fucks into his fist. As his stomach tightens and contracts the closer he gets, the more he thinks about you. Always you.
Fucking you. Wanting you. Adoring you.
Eddie canāt help himself when the tiny bow on your panties catches on the underside of his tip, your name falling from his lips like a plea, a cry into the night for you to answerāwith your mouth, your pussy, whatever youāll let him touch, have, heāll take all of you like a starved dog. Happily.
His cock is so hard, throbbing, painful in its need.
Just a few more strokes, a few more images of you on top of himānails digging into his chest as you ride him, as your beautiful tits bounce in his face, as his hands grip your hips, your beautiful lips parted and moaning his name as you come around him, as you grip his cock so good, so tight that heās coming tooāhas Eddie tensing, stomach muscles constricting as his mouth hangs open in a loud gasp of air that sounds a lot like your name, as he comes against his fingers and your panties.
āShit.ā He chuckles breathlessly, uses the cotton in his hands to clean himself up. Thinks youād look fucking amazing covered in his come, wonders if youād let him.
Or if youād lick the come from his rings. Swallows hard at the image of your mouth wrapped around his fingers licking, sucking, just as good as you did his cock.
His hand runs through his sweat slicked bangs, yeah, he was totally fucked.
