One-Hit Wonder
- Part I -
Pairing: Baby Daddy!Eddie Munson x Pregnant!Reader
Summary: After a heated one-time hookup, you find yourself pregnant by none other than your best friend Eddie Munson.
Content Warning: 18+ Smut, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Digital Penetration (Fingering), Oral (F receiving), Oral (M receiving), Sexual Acts, Slight-Voyeurism/Public-Sex, Sexual/Suggestive Language, Foul Language/Swearing, Mentions of Abortion, Attempted Abortion, Pregnancy (obviously), Quasi-Cheating (Sort of?), Messy Love Triangle (I guess?), Slight ED (Eddie canât get it up), Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Co-Parenting, Mentions of Toxic Relationships (On Again, Off Again), Slight Betrayal (Eddie Being an Idiot), Slight Angst, Slight Slut-Shaming (Not Reader), Vomiting, Violence, Slight Gore.
A/N: Content warning tags are for the series storyline as a whole and may not show up in every chapter. Just want to cover all my bases.
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6 Weeks
Eddie fucking Munson and that dreaded fucking ponytail.
You told yourself over and over again that this couldn't be happening. That it wasn't happening. But, oh, was it happening. The two bold pink lines on the end of the pregnancy test confirmed it. Pregnant. With Eddie Munson's little fucking demon seed. How could you let this happen? Oh, right. You knew exactly how this happened. You remembered every little detail of it. All of it.
You remembered how you cried out in pleasure against his lips as you climaxed. You remembered the way you yanked on that godforsaken fucking ponytail, using it as a rein as he went down on you. You remembered the sweet little grunts he made as he pounded you relentlessly into your mattress- talking you through your orgasm like it was the biggest achievement of his fucking life. How he had gasped loudly as he spilled deep inside of you. Well, you thought, now you have a souvenir.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
No, you thought, shaking your head. It was all a sick fucking joke. You could not be pregnant with your best friend's baby. You absolutely did not have rebound sex with him after Chrissy Cunningham dumped him cold on Valentine's Day. Just for her to take him back not even three days later. But that was all just wishful thinking. Because it was true. All of it.
Okay, it was definitely far too late for Plan B. The baby was already conceived. There was no changing that. Dear god, why didn't you use a condom? Eddie's words immediately come back to you, echoing in your head from that night.
"Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good..."
It was enough for you to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in to sink further into you- his body shivering at the action.
"Fuck! Never felt something so tight. Christ, don't make me pull out. Please."
And, like the idiot you were, you ate it up. Listening to his needy whines and moans as you reveled in his dirty little praises.
"So fucking tight, baby. So fucking wet for me. Tell me you're wet for me."
"Yes, Eddie! S-so wet for you. Only you. Want you to fuck me harder!"
âYeah? Is that how you like it, sweetheart? Nice and rough? Huh? Say it for meâŚâ
You thought back on how he had shown up on Valentines night with a bouquet of wilted red roses in his hand. His hair pulled back in that ponytail that made you weak in the knees. He was in a crisp black button down shirt. One that was ironed. His nicest pair of black jeans. He was wearing cologne for godâs sake. You had a harmless little crush on Eddie since the 7th grade but seeing the way he looked on your doorstep caused it to turn into a full-blown frenzy.
Before you could ask him what he was doing there and not at Enzoâs sitting across from his girlfriend Chrissy Cunningham at a romantic dinner for two, he was already storming past you and into your apartment- slumping down onto your couch.
âWell, that was a fucking disaster.â He announces, tossing the bouquet onto the coffee table.
âWhat happened?â You ask, watching the scowl on Eddieâs face as you followed him back into your living room.
âWell,â Eddie sighed, burying his face in his hands âShe dumped me. Again.â
âWhat?â You ask âWhy?â
âI donât even know anymore. Something about me never taking her seriously. Never being serious. Sheâs been this way ever since The Hideout thing last week.â
Right, you remembered. The girl at The Hideout who was all over Eddie- who was too drunk to push her away. It had been a whole scene. Chrissy saw the way that the girl relentlessly flirted with Eddie while he did nothing to stop it. To be fair, Eddie was so oblivious that he didnât even know that the girl was flirting with him. Not until Chrissy had decided she had enough and stormed out of the bar.
âHow was I supposed to know that girl was trying to fuck me?â Eddie throws up his hands in exasperation âIâm still surprised that Chrissy wants to fuck me and weâve been dating for over a year now.â
âI mean, that girl was coming onto you pretty hard.â You admit, earning you an incredulous look from Eddie âDonât give me that look! Iâm not saying that Iâm on Chrissyâs side. I just donât know how you missed the hint when that girl did everything but pounce on you.â
âWhatever.â Eddie grumbles âMy point is that I always do something wrong even when I donât do anything at all. I just donât know what she wants from me.â
âIâm sorry, Eds.â You commiserate, walking over and plopping down on the couch next to him âIâm sure sheâll be over it soon. She usually doesnât stay angry for long, right?â
âI justâŚ.â Eddie groans âIâm starting to wonder if I even want this anymore.â
âWhoa.â You reply, completely taken aback âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âIâŚfuck, I donât know.â Eddie mutters âChrissy used to be fun. Donât get me wrong, I love her, but the last few months have felt likeâŚ.I just donât know if Iâm happy anymore.â
âAre you saying that you want to break up with her?â Your heart beats fast in your chest at his admission. You liked Chrissy. You really did. But you couldnât help but feel a sense of relief upon hearing that Eddie was growing bored of her. Youâd never admit it but you were jealous of Chrissy. You were envious of her for having the boy that youâve loved since the 7th grade.
âWell, I mean, she kinda already did it for me.â Eddie scoffs âBut maybe this time I wonât chase after her. Not when I donât even know if itâs worth it anymore.â
âIâm sorry, Eds.â You frown, your heart breaking at how defeated he was âIs there anything I can do to help?â
âYou can distract me.â He suggests âKeep my mind off of her. Getting dumped on Valentineâs Day is kinda fuckinâ embarrassing.â
âOkay.â You nod, biting your lip âDo youâŚwanna watch a movie? Or something?â
âSure.â Eddie looks at you, a soft closed-lip smile spreading across his face âYeah. That sounds nice. I could use some snuggles from my favorite lady.â
The admission leaves your cheeks blazing as you watch Eddie kick off his boots, resting his feet on your coffee table.
âSo, uh, what do you wanna watch?â You stammer, trying to look away from him as he unknowingly lounges in front of you like the Sex God that he was. Not that you would know. Well, not from experience. However, you have heard several rumors throughout the years.
âLadyâs choice.â He replies âPick whatever you want.â
Eddie watches you as you walk over to your stack of VHS tapes, flipping through them until you found something you wanted to watch. Since it was Valentineâs Day and you were such a hopeless romantic, you had picked Breakfast at Tiffanyâs.
Eddie, however, wishes that you hadnât picked so quickly. Not when he wanted to enjoy the view of you a little longer- kneeling down on the floor in front of your television stand, bending a little to read the titles on the low shelf as those teeny tiny little shorts of yours rode up little-by-little. Exposing the bottom of your ass enough to cause him to stifle his hungry groans.
âGot it!â You announce, waving the VHS tape in the air triumphantly âThis okay?â You ask.
Eddie nods, not caring about whatever chick-flick that you planned to pop in the VCR. Not that heâd be paying much attention to it with you curled up next to him dressed like that. Sexy little hotpants that stretched tightly across your ass. Black tank top with no bra on underneath. He hoped that heâd at least be able to control himself enough to not allow a certain guest to make a surprise appearance.
You run to your room and grab a blanket, flipping off the living room lights before joining Eddie on the couch. You sat a good distance away. Maybe five inches on so apart. Not far but not close enough for Eddie to be satisfied- and he noticed immediately.
âWhat are you doing all the way over there?â He asks, furrowing is eyebrows as you tuck your legs underneath you on the couch.
âCâmere. I donât bite. Unless you want me to.â He jokes.
But that was Eddie. Always joking even though you wished he wasnât. It was cruel. Not that it was his fault, he didnât know the way that you felt but his innocent flirting definitely didnât help the horrible crush you had on him. The fact that he belonged to someone else.
âHa.â You reply, rolling your eyes at him as your lips curl into a smile âFunny.â
âIâm not joking, sweetheart. Come over here. Iâm lonely.â He pleads âSo, so lonely. How could you leave me over here all alone and cold?â
You shake your head, rolling your eyes. If there was anything to be said about Eddie, it was that he was definitely dramatic.
You scoot closer, now only two inches apart but that still wasnât enough. He wanted you closer. Eddie would never admit it, especially when he had only been dumped by his girlfriend an hour earlier, but he would have you in his lap if it were up to him.
With an impatient huff, he throws his left around you, moving it down to your waist so they he could draw you closer. Without warning, he tugs you closer, causing you to tip over- falling into his side as his arm clutched your waist. Your breath almost hitches as his thumb begins to rub against your waist, right above your hip.
âThere.â He smirks âMuch better.â
You felt like you had a lump in your throat as you swallow nervously, letting your body adjust against his so that you were nestled up against him- your head resting against his chest. You had cuddled with Eddie before- it wasnât something new. However, this time, something felt different. Unlike all of the other times where you innocently huddled up close to him as you let your body relax- something about this cuddle session held tension. You couldnât quite put your finger on it.
Maybe you were overthinking things. Maybe this was just like every other time but it was you who was making it weird. You worried that Eddie could sense it- your nervousness. As the movie starts, you turn your head to look up at him. His eyes were on the TV, absent-mindedly tracing circles into your skin that his thumb was rubbing against. He seemed unfazed. Just like every other time youâve shared a friendly cuddle. Maybe it was you.
You let your body relax, choosing to switch off your mind as you melt into him. You even nuzzle the side of your face into his chest as you allow yourself to get more comfortable. Before you know it, your hand is creeping up to his chest- resting your palm there before you absentmindedly stroke the fabric of his shirt with your finger.
âThis looks nice on you, by the way.â You whisper, your eyes zoning in on the opening credits as Audrey Hepburn stands in front of a shop window- peering at a display full of diamonds.
âYeah?â Eddie mutters, turning his head to look down at you as you watch the movie.
âMhm.â You hum âYou smell nice too. New cologne?â
âYeah.â Eddie answers âBought it for the occasion. Yâknow, before I got dumped.â
âWell,â you reply quietly âChrissy Cunningham doesnât know what sheâs missing.â
And how could Eddie argue with that? Maybe Chrissy was missing out. But then again, if she hadnât broken up with him tonight, would he be here right now with you? Snuggled up close on your couch as he indulged himself in the lingering sweet scent of your shampoo. He doubts it. In a way, heâs kind of glad. At least, with you, he didnât have to sit up straight at a dinner table as he pretended to be civilized- eating over-priced food. Then it hit him. What the hell were you doing all by yourself on Valentineâs Day?
âSweetheart?â Eddie whispers, turning his head to bury his nose in your hair. Strawberry shampoo. With hints of that vanilla scented body wash that he sometimes used when he showered at your place. Which wasnât often. Maybe only once or twice. Yet, he couldnât help but remember how the scent lingered on his skin the rest of the day- catching whiffs of himself that made his eyes flutter shut as if he were smelling you.
âHm?â You answer, transfixed on the movie even though youâve seen it a million times.
âYou didnât go out tonight?â
The question pulled your attention.
âUh-uh.â You answer, Eddie noting how your voice carried a hint of disappointment âNo date.â
âWhy not?â He further interrogates âWhat about that guy? The one with the-â
âDavid?â
âYeah.â Eddie replies, hoping that you couldnât sense him scowling âHim. What happened to him?â
âI donât know.â You sigh âJust didnât work out, I guess. He asked if we could âstill be friendsââ
âAre you still friends?â
âFuck no.â You reply, causing Eddie to snort out a laugh.
âWell, his loss.â He declares âDarryl doesnât know what the fuck heâs missing.â
âDavid.â You correct, giggling against Eddieâs chest- causing him to smile.
âYeah, sure. Whatever.â
You both fall silent, focusing again on the movie as the scene of Hollyâs party plays out on the screen. You watch the way that Paul Varjak looks at Holly- like she had hung the moon and the stars herself. You couldnât help but wonder when you would find a man that looked at you like that. A distant dream that felt so far away. You were tired of being the single friend.
Nancy had Jonathan. There was El and Mike. Max and Lucas. Even Dustin had a girlfriend that he met at Camp Know Where. Then there was Robin who was hopelessly in love with Vicki. Steve technically was single but he often kept a string of girls behind him- a new flavor of the week. Lastly there was Eddie and Chrissy. High school sweethearts that seemed to constantly be on the rocks but at least he had someone. You were the odd one out.
You tried not to let it get to you but by the time that the scene of Holly Golightly singing Moon River on the fire escape started to play, you were on the brink of bawling your eyes out. You held in your sobs, trying not to let your body shake as you laid against Eddie. Why the hell did you have to pick a romance? You shouldâve just popped in Grease. Or The Karate Kid.
âWhoa, whoa, whoa. Hey. Are you crying?â Eddie looks down, feeling the wetness of your tears through his shirt.
âNoâŚâ You lie, a sob escaping your lips.
Well, you thought, so much for that.
âWhatâs going on? Why are you crying?â Eddie questions, his brows pinched with worry as he turns to look at you âSpeak to me, sweetheart.â
âI- Iâm fine.â You hiccup âI donât wanna talk about it. Itâs embarrassing.â
âWhatâs embarrassing? I canât help if you donât talk to me.â
Oh, Eddie. Always wanting to help even though there was nothing that he could do about the way that you were feeling. It was something he just couldnât fix.
âItâs fine. Iâm fine.â You sniff âLetâs just finish the movie.â
âFuck the movie, sweetheart.â Eddie says âTalk to me. Is it something that I did? Did I say something to upset you? Was itâŚ.fuckâŚis it because I brought up Devon?â
âDavid.â You sob âNo, itâs not that. Well, I meanâŚsort of. IâŚcan we just drop it? I donât even know why Iâm crying. This is so stupid.â
âSânot stupid.â Eddie counters, getting up from the couch so that he could kneel on the floor in front of you, preventing you for turning away and hiding from him. âPlease tell me whatâs wrong? Maybe I can fix it?â
âNo!â You wail âYou canât fix it!â
âI canât if I donât know what it is.â Eddie argues, reaching for your hand as takes it in both of his, bringing it to his lips as he presses a kiss to it.
âTell me whatâs wrong?â
If only Eddie knew that he would be spending his Valentineâs Day- supposedly the most âromanticâday of the year- trying to figure out why seemingly every woman in his life was upset with him. What a fucking day.
âI donât want to be alone.â You cry, launching forward to bury your face into Eddieâs chest- sobbing uncontrollably.
Fuck, Eddie thought.
âWhat?â He asks, trying to figure out what you were talking about âSweetheart, youâre not alone. Iâm right here.â
âNo, thatâs not what Iâm saying!â You whine âIâm tired of being single. Iâm tired of dating around. Iâm tired of not having someone who loves me.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Eddie shakes his head, confused. âI love you.â
âYeah,â you snivel âBut not like that. Not the way that Robin loves Vicki. How Nancy and Jonathan love each other. Not the way that you love Chrissy.â
âOh.â Eddie replies, completely dumbfounded.
âI just donât get it. Am I unlovable? I go on all these dates and justâŚnothing. Things just end badly or they just stop talking to me. Itâs likeâŚthereâs something wrong with me.â
âHey! Stop that.â Eddie orders, grabbing your face in his hands as he forces you to look at him âYou donât say shit like that. There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing. You hear me?â
âBut what if-â
Your objection was immediately stolen by Eddie pressing his lips against yours. Crashing into you hard enough to jolt you backwards- leaving you completely stunned. Eddie was kissing you. Your best friendâs lips were on your lips and you swore that your body was going haywire.
It ended as quickly as it happened, leaving you reeling as you stared back at him- unblinking. Eddie stared back at you, wondering why in the hell he had just kissed you. Friends donât kiss friends. Not even best friends. Especially not when one of them was going through a fresh breakup and the other was emotionally vulnerable. What the fuck was he thinking?
âShit.â Eddie panics âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to-â
âItâs okay.â You cut him off, averting eye contact âWeâll just pretend it didnât happen.â
As soon as you suggested it, Eddieâs heart sank. What if he didnât want to pretend that it didnât happen?
âYeah. Right.â He stammers âYouâre right.â
A moment passes where the two of you just stared back at each other, not knowing where to go from there. Yet, the both of you felt an unbearable tension. Something electric between you. You open your mouth to speak, Eddie watching your lips part and it felt like something within him finally snaps. You could sense it.
âFuck it.â He breaks, his body colliding into yours as he kisses you again- hard and fast. He groans against your mouth, guttural and animalistic. His hands were everywhere. He didnât know what to do with them so they were everywhere. Grabbing, kneading, stroking, caressing. Every inch of you that he could get ahold of.
He wastes no time deepening the kiss, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip as you allow him access- his tongue quickly dominating yours as he makes out with you. Eddie clearly knew how to kiss. You, on the other hand, still felt like you were in shock- your hands placed hesitantly on each of his biceps as he attacked your mouth, grabbing the back of your neck to kiss you even deeper. As if he wasnât close enough- as if he wanted to be skin-to-skin with you. Without warning, he pulls away, just for a moment.
âTouch me.â He pants.
âW-what?â You stutter, watching him eye you down with a hungry glare.
âFuck, sweetheart.â He growls âPut your arms around my neck, grab my shirt, pull my fucking hair if you want. Just give me something.â He urges.
He grabs at your wrists, bringing them up to wrap around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in to devour your lips once again.
You grab onto the hair at the nape of his neck, daring to get a bit rougher with him. The action immediately earns you a low growl. The sound ripped right through you, immediately making you wet as you yanked him closer to you.
âThere she is,â He smirks against your lips âAtta girl.â
The praise leaves you breathless, going straight to your heat as you ball up the fabric of his shirt in your hands. He works his lips against your mouth as if heâs in heat. Hungry and desperate for you. He nips at your bottom lip, eliciting sweet moans from you that go straight to his dick. His member stirring beneath the fabric of his jeans. Without hesitation, he grabs one of your hands- taking it in his as he places it over his hardening cock. He smirks as you let out a startled gasp.
âFeel that?â He asks, voice low and gravelly âIf there was something wrong with you, do you think Iâd be this hard for you right now?â
âEddie.â You gasp, shocked at the filthy words leaving his lips. Have you heard Eddie say pervy things before? Of course. You had been there through his years of puberty. But never had you thought in your life that you would hear him say such vulgar things to you.
âWhat, angel?â He coos âGonna be shy now? Hm? Or are you gonna let me fuck you properly?â
âEds,â you moan âWe canât. What about-â
âWhat?â He asks, his eyes dark with lust. His eyes consuming you to the point of you almost losing your train of thought.
âChrissy.â You drop.
Fuck, Eddie thought.
Chrissy.
You stood in your bathroom, wondering who to call. What to do. You felt helpless as you continued to stare down at those two pink lines. How the hell did you let this happen? With Eddie of all people. Eddie- your best friend. Eddie- who had a girlfriend. A serious girlfriend.
You started to feel sick to your stomach. A different kind of sick than the âstomach bugâ that you foolishly thought you had- the illness that turned out to be morning sickness all along.
The very little amount of food that you happened to get down that morning begins to roil in your stomach. You try to breathe deeply through your nose. InâŚ.then outâŚ.inâŚ.then out.
Fuck.
You scramble to the toilet, dropping down beside it as you begin to vomit, spewing out everything in your system. You wretch so hard that your body jolts, leaving you gripping the sides of the toilet as you heave into it.
Fucking Eddie. That stupid fucking bastard and his stupidly hot ponytail. Fuck Valentineâs Day. Fuck the way that he made you feel that night just to throw you aside and pretend it never happened.
âYouâre not mad, are you?â
âNo, Eds.â You lied âIâm not mad.â
âItâs justâŚChrissy and I have been together for so long and I just donât know if I can throw all that away, yâknow?â He wrings his hands âI also donât want to lose you by making things complicated. I just think thatâŚ.itâs best we stay friends.â
âSure. Yeah.â
âGood. Iâm glad you understand where Iâm coming from.â He breathes a sigh of relief âYou also deserve the best, yâknow. Which would be, like, the opposite of me and I wouldnât want to be in the way of you finally finding someone whoâs good for youâŚ.â
All of that, you thought, was just an excuse for him to get off scot-free after having sex with you and not giving you any sort of commitment in return. What a fucking idiot you were. You were used to guys doing shit like this- using you to get what they want and then promptly tossing you aside. But you never wouldâve expected this from Eddie.
Eddie.
The reminder of weekly movie night at Steveâs house caused you to groan. You had already skipped the last two, citing your mystery stomach bug as your excuse for missing out. You knew how it would look if you didnât show up again three weeks in a row. As much as you didnât want to see Eddie right now, you knew that you couldnât dodge him any longer before he started showing up at your door expecting an explanation. So, you decided, you would sit through movie night.
You would pretend that everything was okay. That you were totally and completely normal. That you werenât pregnant with Eddieâs baby as he was snuggled up next to Chrissy only a few feet away from you. You would pretend that you werenât internally agonizing over what you were going to do. You would pretend that nothing bothered you. That everything was just how it should be even through life as you knew it was starting to crumble down around you.
It had been about a month and a half since Valentineâs Day. You would be lying if you said that you werenât hurt. You were extremely hurt. You let Eddie inside of you. You let him hold you close and touch your body and gave him a very intimate piece of yourself that youâd never get back. Now there was a piece of him that he left behind- growing within you.
You pick yourself up off of the bathroom floor, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you flush the toilet. Walking to the sink, you turned on the tap- cupping your hands to gather water as you splash your face. You open your eyes, staring at yourself in the mirror as your reflection stared back. You looked like yourself on the outside but you felt wholly and completely changed on the inside.
You sit down onto the cold tiled floor, leaning your back against the wall as you think of the nearest urgent care facility and how late they were open. You needed to at least have the pregnancy confirmed by a doctor before you made your next decisions. Whatever they would turn out to be.
Eddie knew he wasnât in the right state of mind, thinking completely with his dick and not with his head. He knew that he shouldnât be doing this but he couldnât help himself. He had gotten a taste of the forbidden fruit that was you and he couldnât pull himself away now. Not even at the thought of his now-ex-girlfriend.
Chrissy
âI donât wanna think about that right now.â He whispers, sending a shiver down your spine âJust wanna feel you.â
You lunge for him, pressing your body against his. You spread your legs, allowing Eddie to kneel between them as you made out with him- grabbing at your thighs. Your hand snakes up to tug at his ponytail, earning a low chuckle from Eddie.
âLove it when you wear your hair up.â You admit, between heated kisses.
âYeah?â He teases âLike what you see?â
âGod yesâŚâ you moan.
He breaks away from kissing your lips to move along to planting hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck- immediately sending a tidal wave of pleasure throughout your body.
âFuck, Eds.â You squeal, mind completely going blank as you became jelly beneath his touch âI-I love the way you kiss me.â
âYeah? You like that, baby?â He replies, his voice hot âIâm gonna do more than just kiss you.â
Before you could even catch your breath, Eddie had scooped you up off of the couch- his large hands grabbing at your ass as he held you. You waste no time wrapping your arms and legs around him as he carries you towards your bedroom.
âFuck, youâre so hot!â Eddie groans, carrying you through the threshold of your bedroom âSo fucking hot. Tell me what you want me to do to you.â
âI- I want you Eddie. Please.â
âYou want me to what? Use your words, angel.â
âWant you to fuck me, Eds. Want you to make me feel good.â
âYeah?â He purrs âWell, since you asked so damn nicely.â
Eddie drops you onto your bed, your back hitting the soft mattress beneath you as Eddie kneels between your legs, spreading them open for himself.
âGod, youâre fucking perfect. Bet your pussy is just as pretty as you are, huh?â His eyes full of sex and sin âGonna let me find out, sweetheart?â
You sat nervously in the urgent care waiting room, anxiously tapping your pen against the clipboard holding the paperwork you were too distracted to fill out.
You glance around the waiting room, taking in the many colorful posters on the walls that advertised the dangers of tobacco use, proper handwashing technique, and how to stop the spread of germs.
What the fuck were you going to do?
Best case scenario; It was a false positive. Worst case scenario; You would have to make the hard decision of what would be the fate of you and the baby growing inside of you. Did you even want to have a baby? Did you want to have kids at all? Were you prepared to raise another human and become responsible for how they turn out?
Were you going to keep it?
Were you ready to be a single mom?
Were you going to tell Eddie?
âCan I take these off?â
Eddie glanced up at you from between your legs, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your shorts.
Those teeny,
Tiny
Shorts.
âYes.â You whisper âPlease.â
Eddie hums appreciatively at your words.
âAtta girl. Such good manners.â
He begins to pull your shorts down, dragging your panties off with them. Part of you felt self-conscious that you hadnât worn the sexiest pair of underwear. To be fair, you werenât expecting this to happen- ever. However, Eddie couldnât care less- his eyes glued on your core that was slick and glistening with your arousal.
âFuck, baby.â He groans âAll of that for me?â
You nod bashfully as he bites his lip.
âGod, I wanna taste you. Sâthat okay, sweetheart? Can I go down on you?â
âPlease, Eds.â You moan âBeen waiting for this.â
This peaks his interest, his eyes locking onto yours.
âYou have, huh?â He smirks âYouâve thought about this before?â
You felt like you wanted to hide under the covers and disappear. Why the fuck would you say that?
You reach for the pillow next to your head, using it to cover your face that was burning with embarrassment.
âHey,â Eddie calls, squeezing your thigh affectionately âDonât hide from me. I think itâs hot. Really fucking hot. Tell me what you think about.â He grabs the pillow from you, tossing it out of your reach as he stares down at you- waiting to hear an answer.
âI, uhâŚ..I think about you. Going down on me.â
âYeah?â Eddie whispers, his voice dripping with lust âTell me more.â
âYouâre..uhâŚfuckâŚ.youâre using your tongue on me. Licking meâŚslowly.â
âIs that so?â Eddie smirks.
âYes.â
Eddie grabs your legs, hitching them both over his shoulders as he lowers his head into your cunt, licking a slow broad stripe upwards until he reaches your clit. It had been so long since youâve last been touched and your eyes practically roll into the back of your head.
âLike that?â He asks, feigning innocence as if he didnât have his face in your crotch.
âY-yeah.â You stutter âThat feels so good.â
He begins to dive back into your core, repeating his actions before moving to pay more attention to your clit.
âKeep talking to me, sweet thing.â He mumbles against you âBe a good girl and tell me what you want.â
âF-fuck!â You breathe, back arching off the mattress as he gently nips at your clit- sending shocks of pleasure through your body âJust like that. Keep going. IâŚIâm gonna come if you keep doing that.â
âAlready?â Eddie teases âBaby, Iâve barely even started.â
He removes his right hand from where it was squeezing your thigh, bringing it to your core as he places his thumb roughly onto your clit. Without warning, he begins to rub it in tantalizing little circles that had you moaning like crazy.
âHoly fucking shit!â You squeak, your hand shooting down to wrap around Eddieâs wrist âEds!â
âToo much? Want me to stop?â
âNo!â You yelp âDonât stop.â
âWhatever you say, sweet girl.â Eddie replies with a grin âThink you can take my fingers?â
âCongratulations.â The doctor says, smiling up at you from your test results âYouâre definitely pregnant.â
You felt like the room was spinning. Suddenly, the only thing that you could focus on to avoid passing out was a box of tissues next to the exam table. Pregnant. It was confirmed. You were actually pregnant.
âHow are you feeling?â The doctor asks, picking up on your lackluster reaction.
âOh. IâŚI think Iâm still in shock. A little. IâŚdonât know how I feel. Iâm on the pill. I justâŚI donât know how this couldâve happened.
âWell,â the doctor replies âI suppose thatâs a pretty fair reaction. Itâs pretty big news- a baby on the way. As for the birth control, itâs not a common occurrence but we have seen instances where women can still get pregnant while actively taking birth control. The most common reason is when you may have missed a pill or two. Do you think this could be a possibility?â
You had thought about how you had misplaced your pill pack right around the same time that you had sex with Eddie- needing to call your clinic for an early refill. But you had picked up your prescription only a day or two afterwards. Could you have gotten pregnant within that small 24-48 hour window?
âI did miss a couple. I thought it would be okay if I doubled up the dose the day after to make up for it. I thoughtâŚâ Your brain felt foggy.
âIn most cases this is possible but it depends on the type of birth control pill youâre taking. Sperm can live in the vagina for up to five days. Obviously, the chances of getting pregnant are the highest during the first twenty-four hours after sex. But even with the chances of pregnancy decreasing with each passing day, it is still possible to conceive. In your case, it seems, that you were able to get pregnant during the time period where you had missed those pills.â
âAnd youâre absolutely sure?â You question â That Iâm pregnant?â
âNo doubt about it. Blood tests are over 99% accurate. However, there have been instances of false positives but theyâre extremely rare.â
Everything the doctor said to you after that point was only caught in bits and pieces- feeling like you were listening to him speak from underwater. Ninety-nine percent accuracy was practically inarguable. You were having a baby.
ââŚ..A good prenatal vitamin in your daily routine is what would be best for your babyâŚ..â
You were having a baby.
ââŚ..Morning sickness is to be expected during the first trimester. Just make sure youâŚ.â
There was a baby growing inside of you.
ââŚâŚ.Iâll give you some referrals for obstetricians. First course of action would be setting up an appointment in order to find out how far along you areâŚ..
You were going to be a parent.
ââŚ..Your due date and first ultrasoundâŚ.â
You didnât know if you could handle this. A single mom with no help. Raising a child on your own.
ââŚâŚAnd I wish you the best of luck. If thereâs anything you need or if you have any questions, the nurses are more than willing to helpâŚ.â
The next time that you finally return to reality, you are standing outside of the urgent care entrance- a pamphlet in your hand titled âYour Baby and You: What to Expect in your First Pregnancy.â In your pocket was a phone number for a local ob/gyn clinic. In your heart was fear and uncertainty. Where do you go from here?
âFuck, Eddie! Oh my god!â
You were on the brink of orgasm as he curled his fingers inside of you, his tongue working at your clit as you fisted the sheets below you. He would have been knuckles-deep inside of you if it wasnât for the thick silver rings adorning his digits. Every time you felt the cool metal rub against your clit, you swore you were going to lose it.
âThat feel good, sweetheart?â He asks, his tone teasing.
âSo fucking good!â You moan âIâm getting close!â
âYeah?â Eddie asks, looking up at you with eyes that felt like they could suck you in and devour you whole. All you could do was nod desperately.
âLetâs get you there, princess.â He winks, his head ducking back down as he takes your clit in his mouth, sucking harshly as your body jolted.
âHoly shit! Eds! Oh my god!â You cry out.
Before you could stop yourself, one of your hands flies up to grab at his ponytail- greedily pushing his head further into your cunt. Eddie growls at the action. He ruts against the mattress, trying desperately to gain some friction. He was so painfully hard from all of the pretty sounds that you were making for him. The fact that his face was buried in your pussy that tasted like heaven on earth. The sheer knowledge that he was fucking you- his best friend. It was all so forbidden but so fucking sexy.
Eddie strains against your grip on the back of his head as he comes up for air.
âJesus fucking Christ, sweetheart. You taste so fucking good. So sweet. Best Iâve ever tasted.â
Eddie didnât even know what he was saying. His mouth began babbling and he couldnât stop.
âGod, I love eating you out. Drenching my fucking face with this pretty little pussy of yours. Making me taste you.â
âFuck.â You sob, feeling the mounting pressure of your oncoming orgasm âKeep going, Eds. Iâm gonna fucking come.â
âYou like it when I talk to you like this?â Eddie tsks, flirting with you âYâknow, I never wouldâve guessed youâd be such a dirty girl in bed. Show me how dirty you can be. Grab my hair again, sweetheart. Grind against me. Fucking use me.â
You fist his ponytail, shoving his head down into you as you arch your back off of the mattress, bringing yourself closer to him as you begin to grind your wet heat against his face, chasing your high. It was coming towards you like a freight train. You rubbed down hard against his tongue, your pants picking up as you work for it. The pressure building up more. And more. And more. Until a tingling feeling intense pleasure washes over you.
âShit! Fuck! Iâm coming! Oh my god, Iâm coming!â
You walked down to the nearest pay phone from the urgent care, immediately reaching for the phone book. You open it to the yellow pages, flipping through until you found the section that you were looking for; Family Planning Services. You ran your finger down the text as your eyes skimmed over what you were looking for. There it was.
You pick up the receiver, pulling some change out of your purse as you feed the coin slot enough currency to make a call, you dial the number- waiting as it rang. With each ring, your hand gripped the phone tighter- thinking about what you should say. What they would say to you. If theyâd immediately know what it was that you were calling for before you even had to utter the heavy three-syllable word. Just when you thought you were about to chicken out, your ears were filled with the tinny cheerful voice on the other side of the line.
âThank you for calling Planned Parenthood! How may I help you?â
You breathe deeply. InâŚthen out. You swallow the nervous lump in your throat.
âHi, Iâd like to make an appointment, please.â
"God, angel. You did so good for me."
Your head was spinning as you try and catch your breath, releasing your grip on his hair.
âDoing okay up there?â Eddie asks, peering up at you as he takes in your blissed out face.
âMore than okay.â You hum, causing Eddie to smile.
âReady for more, sweet thing?â He asks, bringing your legs down from his shoulders- moving up your body to press a kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on his mouth. The âbest heâs ever tasted.â Youâre sure heâs said that to every girl heâs fucked. Even Chrissy.
His body stiffens, immediately sensing your apprehension once his girlfriend- ex-girlfriend?- popped into your mind.
âHey, you okay?â He asks, searching your face for signs of uncertainty âWe donât have to do this. We can stop.â
âN-no,â you shake your head, trying to forget about the girl that Eddie really belonged to- the girl who wasnât you. A girl that you would never be like no matter how hard you tried. The girl that Eddie was in love with. Well, if you couldnât have him for real then you could at least grant yourself this.
âIâm okay. I want to.â You mutter âDo you want to?â
âYeah!â Eddie replies almost a little too fast- a little too eager âYeah, fuckâŚ.I do. As long as you want to. We donât have toâŚyou knowâŚ.just because I went down on you.â
âNo, I want to, Eds.â You breathe âIâve wanted to for a really long time.â
âYeah?â He asks, his dick somehow hardening even more than it already was. Eddie could get off just from listening to you tell him that you wanted him. That you were going to grace him with the divine opportunity to have sex with you.
âHow long?â He asks, staring into your eyes as he hovers above your half-naked body.
ââŚsince middle school.â You admit, your face heating up in embarrassment.
âFuuuuckâŚreally?â He asks, his head spinning. And you were just now telling him this?
âYeah.â You swallow âReally.â
âEven with the buzz cut?â
âEven with the buzz cut.â
âFuck, youâre a little freak, you know that?â Eddie jokes, ducking his head to kiss your neck.
âYeah?â You flirt, your voice hot and raspy âDo something about it then.â
Eddieâs eyes darkened as soon as the words left your mouth. A dare he wasnât going to back down from. His hand flies to the hem of your tank top.
âTake your fucking tits out.â
ââââââââ
You stood on Steveâs front porch, overthinking absolutely everything. Maybe this wasnât a good idea, you thought. Especially when you had already made your presence around Eddie pretty scarce over the last month and a half. You couldnât face him then so why the hell would you be able to face him now? Knowing that you were carrying his baby just made matters worse. Before you could officially decide against showing up, the door swings open- putting you face to face with Steve.
âHey, you.â He smiles âHow long have you been standing out here?â
His smile immediately drops when he sees the expression on your face. Something was up. He could sense it.
âYou alright?â He asks, stepping towards you as he closes the front door behind him. He didnât know why he did it but he could tell that there was a sense of privacy that he needed to provide you.
âYeah.â You lie âIâm fine.â
You were not fine. Not even close to fine. Your insides were screaming out for you to tell someone- anyone.
âIâŚâ
You stared at Steve, your eyes trying to tell him what your mouth couldnât say. Steve didnât know what had taken over him but, without even a momentâs hesitation, he reached for you- placing his hands on your upper arms. He caught the subtle way that your chin wobbled as if you were about to cry. You were not okay.
âSteve-â You whisper, voice breaking.
Then the front door flies open, revealing Eddie Munson behind it.
âHey, Big Boy, did you-â He immediately freezes, walking in on your moment of vulnerability. His eyes fixate on Steveâs hands on your arms, Eddieâs jaw flexes. Steve drops his hands, looking over at Eddie.
âHey.â
âSorry, IâŚuhâŚpopcorn?â Eddie asks, still looking between you and Steve. Something was up. He could feel it.
âIn the pantry.â Steve answers âI got the one with extra butter.â
âCoolâŚâ Eddie nods, trying to remain nonchalant before turning to speak to you âHey, sweetheart. Good to see you.â
âThanks, Eds.â You reply awkwardly âYou too.â
Steve caught on immediately, picking up on your demeanor towards Eddie. You two were on the outs, Steve figured. But why?
âSoâŚâ Steve starts, running his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck âShould we start the movie? Before Robin gives us a lecture about punctuality.â
âYeah. Right.â You nod.
You and Steve try to move towards the door at the same time, causing you both to bump shoulders.
âSorry!â Steve apologizes, his hand landing on the small of your back, just for a moment, but Eddie saw it.
âAfter you.â
Steve gestures for you to enter the house first, using the same hand that had very briefly caressed your back. Eddie began to dwell. Since when did Steve become so touchy with you?
âThanks, Stevie.â You reply, walking ahead as Eddie steps out of the doorway to let you through.
Stevie.
Since when did you call him âStevieâ?
It was within that moment that Eddie realized that something just didnât sit right with him about this.
The touching, the weird tension he felt when he opened the door on you and Steve, his hand touching your lower back, you calling him StevieâŚ
There was something going on here.
And Eddie didnât know if he liked the possibility of what that something might be.
ââââââââ
You lift up your shirt, exposing your bare breasts to Eddie as he sucks in a long breath- his eyes roving over your hardened nipples on display for him.
âFuck.â He groans, taking the bunched up material of your tank top and pulling it over your head- tossing it across the room. He ducks his head down to run his tongue over one of your sensitive buds before nipping at it. You moan at the sensation. He grabs both of your tits with his large hands, kneading them in his palms as he grinds his clothed crotch against your core.
âEddieâŚâ you moan, tugging at his black button down shirt that was still on.
âYeah, baby?â He hums, too busy kissing your tits.
âWhy am I the only one naked?â You ask, taking in the fact that he was still fully-clothed while you were beneath him- completely bare and exposed.
âYou want me to take my clothes off, sweetheart?â Eddie rasps, looking up at you from between your chest.
âPlease?â You ask, tugging at his shirt once again.
âOkay, baby.â He replies âWhatever you want.â
He removes himself from on top of you, getting off the bed as he stands beside it. Your eyes focus on him as he slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, one-by-one- his eyes boring into you as he works his fingers down. With every button that is released, more and more of his milky skin emerges from underneath the fabric it was hidden beneath.
âLike what you see?â He smirks, finally reaching the last button before he pulls the shirt off- dropping it onto the floor beside him. Revealing his chest tattoos that you hardly ever see.
You nod, your eyes zoning in on his bulge as he begins to unbuckle his jeans. He slides the zipper down agonizingly slow. You were almost certain that he was prolonging the big reveal as much as he could in order to build tension and suspense. You were far too horny to stand it.
âEds.â You reply sternly, giving him a look of utter impatience âIâm dying here.â
âAlright, gorgeous.â He laughs âAlmost finished.â
He hooks his thumbs into the waist of his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. His member is freed from its restraints, slapping against his lower stomach as he lets his jeans pool at his feet- kicking them off. Your jaw practically hits the floor. It was beautiful- he was beautiful.
âEverything okay?â He asks, a bit self-conscious as you stare at him in awe. He was big- no, huge. The biggest youâve ever witnessed in person.
âYouâre- wow.â You breathe out, studying how hard he was. His tip slightly red and leaking a considerable amount of precum. Your mouth immediately begins to water like some sick Pavlovian effect that he had on you. Already trained to want him in your wet, eager mouth.
âFuck, Eds.â You moan âCan IâŚâ
Your eyes dart between his eyes and his dick, wordlessly conveying what you want.
âMmmâŚâ Eddie groans âAs much Iâd love you to, baby, I donât wanna blow my load in your mouth. Wanna be inside you. That okay?â
Was that okay? You thought. It was more than fucking okay.
âYes, please.â You breathe, watching his lips curl into a devilish smirk.
âMmmâŚYâknow, baby, with manners like that, you can have whatever you fucking want.â
ââââââââ
Eddie flopped down onto the couch as you worked the room, greeting everyone that you havenât seen in the past two weeks. Eddie couldnât put his finger on it but something about you was justâŚoff- besides whatever it was that he had walked in on between you and Steve.
He settled his left arm on Steveâs leather sofa, looking over his shoulder to grab at the throw blanket draped over the back of the couch. The cuddle blanket, you and Eddie had dubbed it long ago. On the occasions that Chrissy didnât show up for movie night (which was common), Eddie saved the spot next to him just for you- ready to snuggle you close. Prepared to be your emotional support buddy in case the movie was scary- always hoping that it was so that he could feel your body nestled close to his at the scary bits and bury your face into his bicep or his chest to shield your eyes.
Eddie didnât want to admit it but things between the two of you had been awkward ever since he and Chrissy had gotten back together after Valentineâs Day. You hadnât cuddled since then. For the first few weeks since he and Chrissy had gotten back together, she had tagged along to movie night- being the one that snuggled up next to Eddie and shared the cuddle blanket. Come to think of it, ever since he and Chrissy made up, you hadnât been around much at all.
With Chrissy taking your spot next to him on the sofa, you opted to sit somewhere else the past few weeks. Your interactions with him during movie night had become minimal but he was also so focused on entertaining Chrissy that he hadnât noticed until now.
Then there were the times that he had called and asked to hang out, to which you had declined each time. Citing that you were busy or that you had caught some stomach bug that you couldnât seem to shake off. Eddie took it all in stride, at first. Now he was worried that you were actively avoiding him. But why would you be? You said things were cool between you two, right?
âHey, you!â Robin exclaims, hugging you tightly. Eddie eavesdrops from where he sat on the couch, trying to look preoccupied with something else as he listens in.
âHow are you feeling?â She asks, looking at you with worry âBetter?â
âYeah.â You nod, trying to force a smile. Trying to pretend that nothing was wrong and that you hadnât just found out that you were carrying someoneâs baby- someone that was only a few feet away from you. âIâm better now. Mostly.â
âGood! We all missed you.â Robin replies, leaning in before whispering in your ear- low enough for only you to hear âEspecially someone sitting over there.â
Robin pulls away from you, swiftly darting her eyes over in Eddieâs direction as he suddenly became very interested in the silver chains on the cuff of his jacket.
You donât answer. Instead, you gave a weak smile before you work your way over to Nancy and Jonathan, asking them what theyâve been up to. After twenty minutes of this, Eddie was practically steaming in his seat. You seemed to be having a conversation with everyone but him tonight. What the fuck?
âMovieâs starting in five!â Dustin bellows âAnd weâre watching Top Gun. I donât wanna hear any shit about it! It was my turn to pick. Nobody presses play until I get back from the bathroom.â
âMake sure you aim this time!â Steve scolds âIâm tired of cleaning up after you. Iâm not your mommy, Henderson.â
Dustin gives Steve a death stare before flipping him the bird, stomping off to the bathroom down the hall.
Eddie watches as everyone starts to decide where to sit. He looks over his shoulder, finding you and Steve in the kitchen whispering to each other. He was growing impatient. He has a warm spot waiting for you and you were in there fraternizing with Harrington? Since when have the two of you even been close? Not as close as you and Eddie were. Eddie had known you before you had even developed breasts. But now you were acting like Steve was your best pal on earth? Eddieâs hands began to ball into fists. Then it only got worse.
You follow Steve back into the living room, passing Eddie up as you slump down into a spot on the other end of the sofa. Right next to Steve. WhatâŚ.theâŚfuck? The worst part? You didnât even look in his direction. Not even a parting glance. Were you snubbing him?
Eddie watches in disbelief as Steve leans in to whisper something in your ear. You nod. Oh, Eddie thought, So you and Harrington share secrets now?
Eddie grinds his teeth, watching Steve steal his spot. Next to his girl. Who did this fucker think he was? Oh, right. King fucking Steve. Eddie rolls his eyes. Thought he grew out of that, he fumes. Clearly not. Arrogant little fuck.
âThis seat taken?â
Eddie looks over to find Dustin standing in front of him, looking at the open spot next to him. The spot that you should be sitting in.
âGuess not.â Eddie bitches, his face settling into a pout. Dustin catches it and raises his eyebrows questioningly.
âSooooâŚ.can I sit here?â
âJust sit down and shut up, Henderson.â Eddie grumbles, snatching the cuddle blanket off of the spot beside him so that Dustin could sit down.
âGeez.â Dustin sasses âWho pissed in your Corn Flakes?â
Eddieâs head whips towards Dustin, giving him a look that silently conveyed him to not push it.
Dustin took the hint, knowing just how Eddie could be when he got bitchy. It was best not to poke the bear.
ââââââââ
âYou ready?â Eddie asks, lining himself up at your entrance. He runs his tip up and down your slit, feeling just how wet you are, causing him to groan. âFuck, youâre wet. Been thinking about this.â
âYeah?â You whine, looking into Eddieâs eyes as he continues to rub against you.
âOh, you have no idea, sweetheart.â He rasps, his voice low âTell me when to move.â
âIâm ready.â You answer, your voice small. Unsure.
âHey, hey, hey.â Eddie replies, catching your apprehension âWe donât have to do this.â
âI want to.â You answer âIâm ready. JustâŚworried that itâŚâ
âWorried about what, baby?â Eddie coos âWhatâs in your head right now?â
âWorried that itâs not gonna fit.â You admit, and the sound of your innocent voice saying something so fucking hot was enough to have Eddie throbbing.
âDonât worry, angel. Itâll fit. I promise it will.â He replies ââKay?â
God, how were you both just now doing this? He shouldâve been fucking you ages ago.
âOkay.â You nod.
âYou trust me?â Eddie asks, looking into your eyes. Those pretty, pretty eyes.
âI trust you, Eds.â
âGood,â he breathes âNow, just relax for me, alright? Iâm gonna take care of you.â
You force your body to relax underneath him, making yourself ready. You were about to have sex with Eddie. Your Eddie. Your favorite person in the entire world. The fact of it was so surreal that it felt like a dream.
Eddie grabs his member, lining himself up with your wet heat once again as he begins to enter you, watching your face for any indications of discomfort or regret.
He hears a sharp intake of breath from below him, stilling his hips as he looks down at you.
âYou okay?â He asks, his voice laced with worry.
âYeah.â You assure him âIâm okay. You feel good, Eds. So good.â
The words that left your sweet lips were enough to have him melting. The tip of him was barely in and you were already mesmerized.
âFuck, baby.â He sighs âIâm gonna keep going. You good?â
âUh-huh.â
âOkay. ShitâŚalright.â he babbles, inching his hips closer to you as he pushes himself deeper, sinking into your plush, slick walls.
âOhhhh fuckâŚâ he gasps, his hands reaching above your head to grip the sheets.
âAre you okay?â You ask, watching the way he was squeezing his eyes closed.
âY-yeah. Fine. JustâŚshit, youâre tight. Mânot even all the way in.â He groans âHoly fuckâŚâ
âDo you wanna stop?â
âNo!â He replies hastily âJust gimme a sec.â
He takes a deep breath, beginning to push himself into you further- focusing on the way you were suffocating his cock with your velvety soft walls. This, Eddie decided, was heaven. It had been between your thighs the entire fucking time. Who wouldâve known?
He lets out an almost pornographic moan as he bottoms out, pushing himself into you as deep as possible. The action earns him a long, drawn-out moan from you. A sweet fucking sound that made him ravenous.
âEddie!â You gasp, clawing at his arms âS-so deep.â
âJesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.â He whimpers âFuckâŚâ
Eddie begins to draw back, almost to the point of pulling out completely before thrusting back into you, causing you to gasp.
âOh my god!â You squeak, your mouth falling open in pleasure.
âFuck, youâre so hot!â
âMore, Eddie!â You beg âGive me more.â
And who was Eddie fucking Munson to not give a lady what she wants?
He begins to snap his hips into you, drawing back and sinking back in like his life depended on it.
âYes!â You whine âEddie!â
The sound of his name tumbling from your lips only spurs him on. He grasps into your hips, angling himself to quickly fuck into your dripping cunt. The sudden angle shift had you digging your nails into his shoulders.
âShit, Eds! Just like that!â
âYeah? You like that, sweetheart?â He pants, picking up his pace "So fucking tight, baby. So fucking wet for me. Tell me you're wet for me."
"Yes, Eddie! S-so wet for you. Only you. Want you to fuck me harder!"
âYeah? Is that how you like it, sweetheart? Nice and rough? Huh? Say it for meâŚâ
âEddie, please!â You beg.
âCâmon, baby. Use those pretty words of yours. Ask for what you want.â He growls.
âI want it rough!â You plead âPlease!â
Eddie grunt as he drives into you harder, pounding you hard enough to jolt your body forward onto the mattress.
âEddie! Eddie! Fuck, yes!â You chant.
âThatâs right, sweetheart. Taking me so well. Like you were fucking made for my cock. Isnât that right? Want it so bad, huh? Such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this.â Eddie praises âSuch a good, good girl.â
The sounds of your moans coupled with the sound of Eddie pounding you into the mattress was downright filthy.
âFuckinâ drenching my cock, princess. Fuck, thatâs so sexy. Youâre so sexy.â Eddie babbles âCanât believe Iâm fucking you. God-â
You began to feel the tell-tale signs of your high approaching, becoming breathless and desperate as Eddie fucked himself into you.
âEddie! Eddie! Eddie! Fuck! Please!â You didnât even know what you were asking for but all you could do is plead with him.
âWhat, baby?â He coos âAm I fucking you too good? Want me to stop?â
âNo!â You cry out âPlease, please, please donât stop!â
âThatâs right, sweetheart.â He praises âYou can take it, canât you? Taking my cock so fucking well.â
âEddie, I-Iâm close!â You gasp out desperately.
âYeah?â He purrs âYou close? You gonna come on my cock, sweetheart?â
âPlease.â You practically sob âWanna come for you. So bad.â
âMmmâŚfuck!â Eddie growls âIâm getting close too, angel. Need to get you there first.â
Without hesitation, Eddie reaches down between you- placing his ring-clad middle finger onto your sensitive bundle of nerves as he roughly plays with your clit, sending you closer to the edge.
âShit! Oh! Oh! Oh god!â You shout, your orgasm beginning to rip through you âOh yesss! Fuck, Iâm coming! Iâm coming!â
âThatâs right, angel! Come for me! Fuckinâ give it to me!â
It was the last thing you could hear before your screams began to fill the bedroom, your chest heaving as your orgasm took over your body. Your toes began to curl, your mouth dropping open as you were beginning to see stars. Eddie leans down to press his lips against yours, trying to stifle the sounds of your climax so that your neighbors couldnât hear you and file a noise complaint with your apartment complex.
âShit, baby! Youâre squeezing me so tight.â Eddie pants, removing his lips from yours âIâm almost there, sweetheart. Almost there.â
He helped you ride out your orgasm, continuing to chase his own as you writhed in pleasure underneath him and Eddie swore that it was the hottest thing heâs ever fucking seen. Not even the horniest, filthiest porn-flick heâs ever watched could top this. This was the real fucking deal. The sexiest thing heâs ever fucking experienced- and it had him tumbling over the edge right after you.
"Fuck! Never felt something so tight! Christ, don't make me pull out. Please."
Without warning, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in close as you hook your ankles together- holding him there. The action has his eyes practically rolling into the back of his skull. He slams his cock into you mercilessly.
âIâm gonna fucking come, baby! Fuck! Oh fuck!â He buries himself into your cunt so deep that he wanted to fucking live there and never come out. He wanted to fucking marry it. He swore to Christ himself and the heavens above that your pussy was the gold standard- the best heâs ever fucking had. The best he would ever have.
âBaby! Baby! Holy shit!â His voice breaks as Eddie hits his limit âIâm fucking coming!â
ââââââââ
âEddie, you good, man?â
Dustin looks down at Eddie, standing over him as he shrugged on his jacket to brave the rainstorm that had started shortly into the movie.
âMâfine, Henderson.â Eddie drones, staring straight ahead with the same scowl on his face that he had had the entire movie.
âYou sure? âCause you look like youâre gonna kill someone.â
âHenderson, Iâm gonna kill you if you donât stop asking me stupid questions.â Eddie hisses.
âThis is about her, isnât it?â Dustin whispers, glancing towards you on the other side of the room as you stood next to Steve- helping him store leftover pizza in his fridge.
âIs it because she didnât sit next to you?â Dustin prods, trying to find the source of Eddieâs unhappiness. Eddie just wants him to back off and mind his own business for once instead of worrying about him.
âDonât you have someone else to bother, Henderson?â Eddie quips âSeriously, go away.â
âGeez.â Dustin rolls his eyes âJust go ahead and be all bitchy towards me because your other lady is blowing you off for Steve.â
Eddieâs eyes immediately snap onto Dustin.
âYou noticed it too?â Eddie questions, completely ignoring Dustinâs comment about you being his âother ladyâ Eddie didnât even care enough to straighten him out about that. All he cared about was finding out what Dustin knew about you and Steve.
âYeah, I guess.â Dustin shrugs âI mean, I noticed that she hasnât spoken to you since she got here. Especially when you two are usually on the end of that couch doing everything but sucking each otherâs faces off.â
âHey, no.â Eddie interjects âFirst of all, itâs not like that with us.â
âLike what?â Dustin challenges âLike youâre not totally in love with her?â
âWho said I was in love with her, Henderson?â
âYou donât have to.â Dustin replies âYouâre more transparent than a sheet of plexiglass. She could ask you to jump off the quarry and youâd already be at the bottom doing the breaststroke.â
âYou, Henderson,â Eddie replies, pointing his finger at Dustin âDonât know what youâre talking about. Did you forget that I have a girlfriend? An amazing, adorable, super sweet girlfriend that loves me.â
âOh, I remember. I think you are the one who forgets that you have a girlfriend, Eddie.â
And that was the comment that really struck a nerve.
âExcuse me, you little shit-stain?â
âHey, Iâm just saying,â Dustin tries to reason âI donât know if Chrissy would be very happy if she saw the way that you looked at the girl thatâs supposedly youâre best friend.â
âAnd how exactly do I look at her, hm?â Eddie challenges âGo ahead, do enlighten me.â
âJust forget it, Eddie.â Dustin replies, realizing not that it was a bad idea to even bring it up now that he knew that Eddie would never drop it.
âNo, tell me.â Eddie crosses his arms âIâm dying to know. How do I look at her?â
Dustin sighs. He wished he wouldâve just kept his mouth shut.
âI said forget it, Eddie.â Dustin sighs âLook, can you give me a ride? Itâs raining and I donât want to bike all the way home.â
âYeah.â Eddie grumbles, still annoyed but never wanting to let his friends stand out in the cold and the rain âSure. Whatever. Grab your shit, weâre leaving in five.â
Eddie rises from the couch, turning towards the kitchen to still find you and Steve standing there. Talking. What could the two of you possibly be talking about for so fucking long?
Eddie plucks up the courage to talk to you, approaching you and Steve in the kitchen as you speak in hushed tones. As soon as they see him approaching, the immediately stop talking.
Okay, Eddie thought, thatâs totally not fucking weird or anything.
He stands in front of you and Steve, feeling an awkward tension between the three of you.
âHey, man.â Steve smiles, looking at Eddie as if nothing abnormal was just happening. But it was, right? Or was it all in Eddieâs head?
âHey.â Eddie clears his throat before turning to look at you âI, uhâŚme and Henderson are heading out. I came over to see if you wanted a ride home. Yâknow, since itâs raining.â And because I always take you home.
âOh.â You reply as if youâre taken aback. Eddie begins to feel even more suspicious. Since when were you surprised when he offered to take you home? He always dropped you off at your apartment after movie night. Hell, he was the one who drove you around Hawkins whenever there was somewhere you needed to go. Why were you acting so odd about it now?
âThanks, Eds, but Steve is actually going to take me home.â You continue âBut I appreciate you offering.â
You appreciate him offering? Since when did he have to offer, ever? It was an unspoken agreement since basically the dawn of time that he was your ride home. Now you were carpooling it up with Harrington? WhatâŚtheâŚfuck?
âSure, yeah. Cool.â Eddie responds, trying to feign nonchalance. Except it was totally not cool. It was vastly and entirely not cool. âSoâŚI see youâre feeling better. I was thinking that maybe we can, yâknow, hang out. I miss having you around.â
âOh. Really?â You ask, not knowing what to say âI, uhâŚIâm sorry I havenât been around. I have a lot going on and stuff.â
âYeah?â Eddie questions âDo you wanna talk about it, maybe?â
âThatâs nice of you to ask, Eddie.â You say âBut itâs a little late and Iâm kind of not in the mood to talk about it right now.â
Oh, but Iâm sure you wanna talk about it with Mr. Perfect with his stupid good hair.
âSure, yeah.â Eddie nods âI get it.â
âBut Iâll call you soon.â You add âPromise.â
âSure.â Eddie nods.
Liar.
âIâllâŚ.see you around.â
Before you could reply, Eddie had turned on his heels-stomping off to collect Dustin and get the fuck out of there. The sooner that he could be at home in his bedroom and wallowing in his own self-pity, the better.
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âFuck,â Eddie pants, flopping down onto the mattress beside you as he begins to laugh incredulously âThat wasâŚâ
Amazing? Spectacular? Fucking sublime? Absolutely mind-blowing? Life-altering? The best thing heâs ever fucking felt in his subpar life?
âWow.â He breathes âShitâŚâ
You, on the other hand, lay beside him. Silent. Just thinking. A feeling of immense guilt and regret flooding you. You just fucked Eddie- and you liked it. No, loved it. You loved him. You were in love with him.
âHey,â Eddie whispers, taking in your lack of response as he rolls over onto his side to face you âYou good?â His stomach drops when he notices your lack of euphoric afterglow. Fuck. Shit! You hated it.
No. No, no, no, please god no.
âYeah.â You mumble âIâm okay. Iâm good.â
But you didnât seem good and that made Eddie begin to spiral.
âShit! Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?â He questions, searching your face for something- anything.
âWhat?â You ask âNo! No, Iâm okay. JustâŚ.thinking.â
âYou hated itâŚâ
âNo! No, I didnât hate it!â You exclaim âIt was nice, Eds. I justâŚ.I donât know whatâs wrong with me. LookâŚIâm gonna go take a shower. Maybe thatâll help.â
âYeahâŚsure. Thatâs a good idea. Do youâŚwant me to join you?â Eddie asked hesitantly, hoping that youâd say yes. That he could hold you underneath the warm, running water and get you to finally open up to him about what was going on.
âThatâs okay.â You shoot him down, beginning to rise from the mattress as you grab at the bed sheets, covering yourself up self-consciously as you get out of bed. As if Eddie didnât just see all of you- especially the most intimate parts. âIâm gonna be in and out anyway. You can stayâŚif you want.â You offer. âItâs late.â
âYeah,â Eddie mutters âOkay.â
He watches as you grasp the bedsheet around yourself tightly as you walk towards the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. Before you closed the bathroom door closed, you look over your shoulder at Eddie- who was watching you worriedly.
âEds,â You say, your voice barely a whisper âIt was nice. Really nice.â
Eddieâs heart began to lift even just a little bit. At least he knew that it wasnât absolutely, tragically terrible for you. It still wasnât the reaction that he was hoping for. It wasnât coupled with the heart-felt sweet confession that you maybe loved him just as much as he loved you. But he also knew that would only ever happen in his passionate wet-dream fantasies about you.
Before he could respond, you had already gone into the bathroom- closing the door behind you as you left him naked and vulnerable in your bed. Yearning for you desperately even after just having been inside you, the closest that heâs ever fucking been to you.
Fuck, Eddie thought, this girl is going to kill me.
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You were seated in the passenger seat of Steveâs BMW, fiddling nervously with your seatbelt strap as he drove toward your apartment.
âSo, how long have you and Eddie been hooking up? I thought he was dating Chrissy.â
âHe is.â You sigh, continuing to explain the complexity of your situation to Steve âAnd it was only once. On Valentineâs Day.â
âOkayâŚâ Steve replies, trying to follow along âBut didnât he go out to Enzoâs with Chrissy on Valentineâs Day? I just donât understand how you two ended up having sex. I mean, Iâm not, like, judging or anything. Honestly, Iâm surprised it didnât happen sooner.â
âWhat?â You ask, confused by what Steve was saying âWhat do you mean?â
âOh, câmon.â Steve huffs out a laugh âDonât pretend like you and Munson havenât had the hots for each other for years.â
âWhat? No. Me and Eddie have only ever been..you knowâŚplatonic.â You argue.
âYouâre joking, right?â Steve counters âYou do realize youâre literally telling me right now that you and Eddie had sex. Like, sex-sex. As in he stuck his d-â
âI know!â You interject, cutting Steve off before he could say the words âI know what I fucking said, okay?â
âItâs justâŚyou hear how ridiculous that sounds?â
âLook, Steve, I said it was complicated.â You huff.
âHoney, I donât think itâs as complicated as you think it is. You like Eddie. Eddie more than likes you, trust me. You two hooked upâŚand nowâŚâ
âIâm pregnant.â You state.
âYeah.â Steve nods, his adamâs apple bobbing as he swallowed âPregnant.â
âWhat the fuck do I do?â You groan, throwing your head back against the headrest.
âAre you going to tell him?â Steve asks, looking over at you as he continues to drive.
âNo!â You exclaim âAbsolutely not! No.â
âOkay.â Steve answers âWell, what are your plans?â
âI, uhâŚI have an appointment on Monday. At Planned Parenthood. ToâŚyou know.â You reveal, your heart pounding as you finally say the words out loud. That you didnât plan on keeping it.
âShit, okay.â Steve nods âAnd youâre sure?â
âYeah.â You reply âI justâŚI canât have a baby, Steve. Especially not Eddieâs. My love-life would be over after that. Nobodyâs gonna want to date me when I come attached with a kid.â
âI donât know,â Steve jokes âMunson seems like heâd totally be into that.â
âUgh! Can you stop fucking saying shit like that?â You bury your head in your hands âEven if Eddie wasnât already with Chrissy, heâd skip town and run for the hills if he found out that I was pregnant with his baby.â
âI donât know about that.â Steve shrugs âI think Eddie would step up. Especially knowing it was you who was having his kid. You know how he is with all that shit with his own dad. I just donât see him abandoning you.â
âWell, we donât know that for sure.â You lay out âAnd weâre sure as hell not going to find out. Which is why I kind of need your help, Steve. Like, really.â
âYeah.â Steve replies without hesitation âOf course. Iâll be there one-hundred percent. You know that. Just tell me what you need and Iâll be right there next to you.â
Your heart warms at Steveâs admission. You always knew he was a good friend but now you were realizing just how good of a friend he was to you. Supporting you, comforting you, keeping your secret.
âDo you, maybe, think that you could take me? They said that I need someone to drive me. Make sure that I get back home safe after. I could also use the emotional support. Someone to hold my hand in the waiting room before I go in.â
âOf course!â Steve accepts âIâll be there. For as long as you need me. You donât have to do this alone.â
You begin to feel the prickliness of oncoming tears in your eyes from Steveâs words. Finally relieved that you had told someone. That someone was by your side and that you didnât have to do this alone. You use your sleeve to wipe at your tears, trying to control your breathing enough to prevent yourself from sobbing. You sniff, staring into your lap as caught sight of Steveâs hand reach for yours- taking it in his own as he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand soothingly.
You look over at him, watching as he gave you a sad smile before averting his eyes back onto the dark, stormy road ahead. You were glad that you had asked him to bring you home.
âThank you, Steve.â You whisper into the silent cab of his car âThis means a lot of me. More than you know.â
You lock eyes with him again but he doesnât say anything back. Just sitting in the silence. He didnât have to say anything. The way that he squeezed your hand in his let you know that he knew exactly what this meant to you. You didnât have to say a word.
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You dressed yourself in the bathroom, your hair wet from the shower as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You could barely even make eye-contact with your reflection, guilt eating you from the inside out. All you could think about was Chrissy Cunningham. How you had sex with her boyfriend. How you let Eddie fuck you like some cheap rebound while he had to still be dwelling over the breakup. Were things even over between the two of them? You doubted it, yet you slept with Eddie anyway- and the reality of it made you feel dirty. Now you had to get back into bed and face him.
You braced yourself as you opened the bathroom door, preparing yourself to act normal but as soon as you stepped into the dark bedroom, you realized that you didnât have to. The bed where Eddie once laid was empty. The pile of clothes that he had left on the side of the bed were gone. He had dressed himself and left without even bothering to say goodbye.
You stood there, dumbstruck.
No, you thought, thereâs no way that he could have just left.
Thereâs no way that he could have just fucked you and walked out like a cheap hook-up. Some regretful one night stand.
You storm out of your bedroom, walking into your living room as you search around for him. Expecting to find him in the kitchen raiding your fridge for a late-night post-sex snack. But no. It was empty. You hurried back into the living room, looking to see that his boots were gone from where he had kicked them off during the movie. Eddie had taken off. Nowhere to be found.
You walk about into your bedroom, filled with disbelief. Checking your nightstand for a note, at least. An explanation on where he went or even why he had left. Nothing. Your blood ran cold. You sink down into your bed, noticing that the covers were pulled back up. You throw yourself back onto the bed in agony, feeling something underneath your back and the sound of crunching in your ears.
You sit back up, reaching to pull the covers back as you find the bouquet of wilted red roses on the side of the bed where his body used to be. Just staring back at you. Left there just for you. Leaving you wondering what they meant. Why he had left them there. Why he wasnât in their place instead. How you wished it were him. How you wished that he had been laying there waiting for you to get out of the shower and climb in next to him and hold you in his arms and keep you warm and run his fingers through your damp hair. How you wanted him to show you that he didnât regret this. That he wanted you like how you wanted him. That everything was okay.
But everything wasnât okayâŚwas it?
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To Be Continued in Part II
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