Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
Summary: Eddie catches his best friend in an... awkward position.
Eddie hopped on the low roof of your garage gracefully, taking the familiar path up to your room.
The two of you had been friends forever, but your parents were quite uptight about boys in the house. Especially when those boys listened to heavy metal and dressed like Eddie.
So, instead of ringing the doorbell, Eddie had made it a habbit to just climb through your window. Much easier.
He swung his leg over your windowsill, his knuckles rapping on your wall by ways of a knock.
"Hey pumpkin, how's it going..." He trailed off. His leg stopped swinging in mid air, frozen at the sight in front of him.
You were splayed out on your bed, your black underwear in stark contrast to your baby blue bedsheets.
You're eyes were closed and your mouth open, but what made Eddie stop dead in his tracks was your hands, one reaching under the lace of your bra to cup your breast, the other sunk into your panties.
At the sound of his voice, your eyes shot open, locking onto his in a panicked wide-eyed gaze. You yelped out his name as your hands withdrew from their confinements, scrambling to cover yourself up.
Eddie snapped out of his temporary transfixion and swung his leg right back out of your room. His back hit the side of your house as he stood, disbelieving, next to your open window.
That did not just happen.
"So that's why people usually knock, huh?" Eddie joked trying to ease the tension, but you were too mortified to answer him.
You quickly pulled your robe on to cover yourself, pacing through the room trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.
Your best friend just walked in on you masturbating.
Jesus Christ, Eddie had really just seen you with your hand down your pants... This was mortifying. Absolutely mortifying.
And on top of that, just a second ago, when your hand was down your pants, you had been imagining that it was him.
In your head those weren't your hands roaming your body, they were his. You had been this close to moaning out his name when he barged through your window.
How on earth were you ever supposed to look him in the eye again?!
"You need a minute? 'Cause I can wait till you're finished." Eddie's snarky voice drifted from outside.
You popped your head out the window "What the hell are you doing here?!" You asked in a whisper-yell.
Eddie smirked, passing you an already lit joint that you took from him gratefully. "Well, I'd ask what you were doing here, but it was pretty obvious."
"To hang out. I came to see if you were busy." He disgustingly wiggled his eyebrows when he said the word 'busy' earning him a swat on the arm that he just laughed off.
"Relax. You're not the first person in the world to rub one out, y/n." Eddie laughed as he hopped back into your room.
You scoffed indignantly as he plopped himself down on your bed.
"You're intolerable," you chastised him, trying to ignore the heat that had risen to your cheeks.
He grabbed your hand and tugged you onto the bed next to him. "I'm sorry, pumpkin, really," he said sincerely. "And if it helps, I can assure you you look a great deal hotter than me when I'm doing that."
Eddie chuckled, but the thought of it being him on his back on his bed touching himself made you squeeze your thighs together.
He plucked the joined from between your fingers and fell back on the bed.
"Y'know..." he mused after a while "I have always been curious. What do girls think about when they're, y'know?"
"What? It's just a question! Everybody knows guys have porn and nudie mags, 's that work for girls too?"
You rolled your eyes. "What am I? The female spokesperson? I don't know what other girls think about!"
Eddie turned on his side. His face was only inches from yours, his cocky grin had faded, he looked almost... bashful.
"So, y/n" he said lowly "what do you think about then?"
Your breath hitched in your throat "Eddie..."
"Y/n..." He teased, but as he caught your pleading look he threw up his hands defeat. "No, you're right. You don't have to tell me anything you don't wanna tell me, Y/n. I'll shut up about it now."
You should have felt relieved.
You should've just forgotten about this and moved on. But there was something churning low in your stomach. This pull that had been growing ever since Eddie started talking.
You should have been glad for the out, but that feeling in your stomach desperately wanted you to finish what you started.
"Do you really wanna know?"
Eddie's pupils dilated almost imperceptibly. He nodded.
"Do you really?" You whispered. "Because this feels like the sort of thing that's going to make you look at me differently once I say it."
"I hate to break it to you, y/n, but seeing you fuck that gorgeous little pussy of yours on your fingers has absolutely already done that."
His dark eyes were unbearably close to you as he whispered "Tell me. Please."
You swallowed harshly. "I, usually, think about you, Eddie."
His eyes darkened and the sound that came out of his mouth was practically a growl.
"Would you tell me about it, pumpkin? What you're thinking about when you're touching yourself? Please?"
His voice was thick with restrained desperation.
Seeing him like this made you feel more confident. You were slowly gaining back some control over the situation.
"Or I- I could show you. If you want."
Eddy nodded so fast you thought his head might pop off. "Only if you want to, pumpkin."
You nodded too. "I want to."
And with that you tugged the cord of your robe loose and shrugged it off.
You watched Eddie's eyes tracing you as you laid back against the headboard.
"You are so gorgeous" Eddie mumbled.
His breath hitched as you tentatively stroked your hand over your exposed stomach.
"I... I imagine that it's you, running your hands all over me. Touching me."
You trailed your hand over your panties, teasing yourself.
"I think about you kissing me. Here. And here. And here." You trailed your fingers over your neck, down your chest and your stomach all the way down to your clit.
You slowly pushed your panties down your legs, watching Eddie's eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight of you.
You traced slow circles on your clit. "I imagine the cold of your rings against my heat."
"Jesus Christ, y/n," Eddie hissed.
He was palming himself through his jeans, rutting his hips against his hand slowly. "Please don't stop."
"I wonder how your fingers would feel inside of me," you said as you pushed one of your own fingers in. "Think they'd feel better than my own. Bigger. You'd stretch me out just right, Eds."
You ground your hips against your hand as you added another finger. You were really getting going now.
"Always thought you'd be really good at this. Think about it sometimes when you play the guitar, wonder how else you could use those wonderfully skillful fingers. I think about you fucking me silly using just those fingers."
Eddie groaned. He was having a really hard time restraining himself.
"Wanna see you. Wanna see you get yourself off with me." You whined.
"Shit, baby, you're gonna kill me." Eddie moaned.
He tugged his shirt over his head and undid his belt, lowering his pants and boxers to give his dick some desperately needed room. He had been painfully hard against his jeans.
You moaned when he wrapped his hand around his dick, rubbing himself at a furious pace to relieve at least some tension. "That's it, Eds. Want you to cum with me."
You curled your fingers to hit that spot inside of you that made your stomach clench. "Do you think about me too, Eds? When you're touching yourself?"
Eddie nodded furiously "Yes. God, yes, Y/n. You're practically the only thing I ever think about."
He was spurred on by the strangled moans that fell from your lips. "I think about that gorgeous little mouth of yours taking me so well. Think about splitting you open and making you scream. God, you'd be so pretty all fucked out. Drive me absolutely nuts thinking about you."
You could feel the pressure building inside if you, just a little more and you'd explode. "Eds, I'm so close," you whined.
"Me too, pumpkin. Talk me through it, baby, please."
You nodded. "I fantasize about you fucking me, about your dick buried inside of me. Pounding into me till I can't breathe. I think about you filling me up with your cum, all hot and sticky. Or I imagine you cumming on me, just covering me in it, claiming me."
"Jesus, Y/n" Eddie groaned. "Fuck that's so hot. Could I - could I do that? Cum on you?"
You nodded. The thought of him cuming on your stomach made you see stars.
You worked your fingers into yourself faster, grinding your hips along with the motion. "Fuck, Eddie, I'm gonna cum," you yelped.
You felt your orgasm wash over you like an electric current, your walls clencing around your fingers as you shakily rode out your high.
Eddie could have sworn he'd died. The sight of you throwing your head back, shuddering. Your back arching of the matras as your pussy swallowed up two of your delicate fingers... Not to mention the litany of moans and gasps that left your body.
If this wasn't heaven heaven wasn't worth the trouble.
Eddie couldn't hold out any longer. With a loud groan, he spilled all over your stomach. The warm, sticky liquid dripping down your smooth skin.
The sight of it was enough to pull another moan from the both of you.
Eddie dropped down next to you, reduced to a panting sweaty mess. "Holy shit, that was..." He shook his head slightly, unable to describe what had just happened in mere words.
"Who knew you had such a mouth on you?" Eddie chuckled. "Never would have guessed my little pumpkin had such a dirty, dirty mind."
You felt your cheeks heating, suddenly slightly embarrassed by your vulnerable state.
"You know I love that dirty mind, right?"
You rolled your eyes at Eddie's goofy smile. "You do?"
He nodded. "I honestly didn't think I could like you anymore than I already did, but you're just full of surprises."
"You're a dope," you chuckled.
"But you love me," he winked, making you blush.
"Hey, pumpkin?" Eddie's face was suddenly only inches away from yours again.
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