Modern day Eddie request! He ends up fingering you after he catches you sexting a boy while he’s sat right next to you 😈
here you go lovey! i love modern aus they are so so much fun hehe
Eddie Munson x Reader
Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: Smut, Vaginal fingering, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Best Friends to Lovers, Modern AU, Sexting, Swearing.
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Your phone dings as the movie you and Eddie are watching plays on your living room tv. You admitted to Eddie that you had never seen ‘ The Shining’ and he made you promise that you’d watch it together tonight.
You’re leaning back against the armrest, with your legs lying across Eddie’s thighs. His socked feet are resting on your coffee table and his hands are playing with your anklet.
Your phone dings again and you finally reach for it from the coffee table to check it.
“Don’t get distracted.” Eddie says, eyes still on the screen.
“I can multitask.” You say as you unlock your screen.
“This movie isn’t a multitasking movie, it requires your full attention!” Eddie grabs your foot and shakes it.
You kick at him a bit but don’t reply as you tap to open your messages.
The text is from Jackson Sommers. He’s a guy you’ve hooked up with maybe once or twice. He’s nice, and pretty well endowed if you remember correctly.
Jackson 9:47pm: You up?
You glance up from your phone to look at Eddie and see he’s still very much glued to the tv. He’s now massaging one of your feet absentmindedly. It feels really good.
You 9:49pm: Yeah
Jackson 9:49pm: Come over ;)
You 9:49pm: Got a friend over, can’t sorry.
Jackson 9:50pm: :(
You don’t reply to that and lock your phone, going back to the tv. It takes up until Danny writes Redrum on the bathroom door until your phone dings again.
Jackson 11:43pm: Been thinking about you all night.
You snort at the message. It’s so obvious.
Eddie looks over at you but you ignore him in favour of humouring Jackson.
You 11:43pm: Yeah? What have you been thinking about?
Eddie tugs on your big toe. “Y/N! Watch it.”
“It’s so goddamn long.” You whine out.
“But it’s so goddamn worth it.”
You turn your phone to silent and your brightness way down before you lock your phone, waiting for Jackson’s response. It takes him about two minutes to reply.
You sneakily unlock your phone and open the message, looking up quickly at Eddie’s side profile. His hair is in a bun at the base of his neck and a few strands are hanging around his face. He looks really soft and cute, especially with how his big brown eyes are glued to the television.
You go back to your phone and aren’t really shocked to see a dick pic but still kind of in awe at how fast he sent it.
Jackson 11:45pm: [Image]
Jackson 11:45pm: Thinking about how good you looked with my dick in your mouth.
You can’t help the feeling that travels through your core, that white warmth that you get when you see something you like. And you like Jackson’s cock. It’s a good cock, it especially felt good inside you as he bent you over the vanity in a bathroom at a random house party.
You 11:46pm: That all for me? How’d I get so lucky?
Apparently, Jackson isn’t into foreplay.
Jackson 11:46pm: Show me your tits ;)
You sigh out and quickly look up to make sure Eddie doesn’t hear you and look over to tell you off. Luckily his eyes are still on the tv.
You open your images and scroll through your phone for an old picture you’ve taken of yourself showing your tits. The random nudes you have on your phone are the number one reason no one’s allowed to scroll through your camera roll, not even Eddie.
You select one where you’re laying on your back, and just your breasts and the bottom of your mouth are visible. You’re squeezing one of your breasts, and the other has your nipple pebbled out and pink from being tugged on.
You 11:48pm: [image]
Jackson 11:48pm: Fuck they are so hot. Wish I could have them in my mouth.
You squirm a little at the thought and squeeze your thighs together. Eddie looks over at the movement and you smile at him apologetically and pretend to look back at the movie. Your phone buzzes again and you try not to be too noticeable when you unlock it.
Jackson 11:49pm: Are you touching yourself
You 11:49pm: Yeah
You aren’t. But he doesn’t need to know that. You can feel the wetness a little in your panties and you want to press your thighs together tighter to relieve it a little but you don’t want to risk Eddie noticing.
Jackson 11:50pm: Fuck that’s so hot.
Jackson 11:50pm: Wish you were here. Want to see you bouncing on my cock.
You 11:50pm: Need your cock in me so bad.
Jackson 11:51pm: Want me to fuck you like I did in the back of my car ?
You think back to the last time you hooked up. He had picked you up after your shift at work (Something Eddie usually did), and drove you to lover’s lake so you could ride him in the back of his pickup truck. You remember him kissing your tits and bucking up into you every so often. You had to make yourself come by rubbing your clit, but you didn’t mind too much. You haven’t slept with many men that have made you come themselves, so it wasn’t that unexpected.
You 11:51pm: Yeah. Was so good. Loved feeling your fat cock inside me.
Jackson 11:52pm: I’m getting close
You 11:52pm: I wanna see you come.
Just because you can’t touch yourself now, doesn’t mean you don’t wanna do it later.
Jackson 11:53pm: Want a video?
Jackson 11:53pm: I’ll send one if you tell me what you’re doing to yourself right now.
Before you can reply your phone is snatched out of your hand.
You literally shriek. “Eddie!”
“What’s so important you can’t watch one of my favourite movies?” He questions, looking down at your phone.
You lunge at him and land across his thighs as he leans over the armrest and holds the phone out.
It’s dead silent as he looks at the screen and scrolls up the messages.
You bury your face in his thighs and groan.
“Jackson Sommers, huh?” He finally says.
“Give it back.” You whine and try to reach for your phone again but it’s no use.
You sit up and stare at him with warm cheeks.
He looks at you and then back at the phone again. He hands it back to you.
“Reply to him.” He says.
“No.” You say. “It’s fine, I’ll watch the movie.”
You turn and face the tv, sitting with your back against the back of the couch. You can still see Eddie staring at you from the corner of your eye. After a few seconds, his hand lands on your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt.
“Reply to him.” He says again. “Tell him what you’re doing to yourself.”
You feel the warmth from your cheeks flow down your neck. You’re embarrassed.
“That’s not funny, Eddie.”
“I’m not being funny, Y/N.”
Crossing your arms, you turn your head to look at him. His pupils are dilated and his lips are shiny from where his tongue has traced over them. His hand squeezes your thigh.
“Reply to him.” He says a final time.
Unlocking your phone, you stare at Jackson’s messages again and go to type a reply when you feel Eddie’s hand push further up your thigh, towards your crotch. You pause as you look past your phone screen to his hand.
The tip of his finger traces your clothed cunt.
“What are you doing?” You whisper.
“Tell him what you’re doing to yourself.” He says.
He presses his finger more forcefully against your panties.
“Eddie.” You whimper.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
You look at him and stay silent, he presses his fingers firmly against you.
“Get to typing.” He says.
Typing out shakingly, you reply to Jackson.
You 11:58pm: Touching myself over my panties.
“Fuck, you’re almost soaked through.” Eddie says as he rubs his fingers along the material.
You 11:58pm: I’m so wet.
Jackson 11:58pm: For me?
No. For Eddie.
You 11:58pm: Yeah
Eddie’s fingers slide over to the side of your panties, tickling along as he does. He pulls them to the side slightly as he wiggles his long fingers underneath.
You whimper quietly.
“Keep texting.” He demands.
His fingers run along your slit, lapping up your juices.
Jackson 11:59pm: What else are you doing
You 11:59pm: Rubbing my fingers through my wet pussy
Jackson 11:59pm: Bet I’d slide in so easy
Just as that message shows up, Eddie’s finger pushes into your entrance.
You gasp as the first knuckle penetrates you. He pushes his finger up and slides along your wet walls. He fucks you a few times with one finger before adding a second.
“Don’t forget Jackson.” Eddie reminds you as he curls his fingers meanly.
You 12:00am: I’m fingering myself
Jackson 12:00am: You wish it was my fingers?
You don’t. Not one bit.
Eddie looks over the screen and snickers.
You 12:00am: Yeah.
His two fingers start fucking harder into you, pressing along your spongy walls. You can’t help dropping your head back and moaning.
Your legs have opened wide for Eddie, giving him as much access as possible. Your head rolls along the back of the couch to watch him, his eyes are fixated on his fingers disappearing into you, and you can’t help but notice the bulge pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
He stops fucking you just to slide his fingers up to your clit and rub firmly against it.
“Fuck!“ your eyes squeeze shut, “Eddie!” You moan.
“Yeah, say my name.” He whispers.
Opening your eyes, you see him staring back at you. His cheeks are red and his hair is still framing his face deliciously. You want to pull the rest of his hair from the bun.
He keeps rubbing at your clit as he leans in a bit closer, you think he’s going to kiss you.
“Jackson’s waiting.” He smiles.
You moan again and bring your phone up to your face.
Jackson 12:01am: What else?
You 12:03am: Rubbing my clit, feels so good
Jackson 12:03am: I’m so close baby
Eddie starts rubbing a little faster against your clit and your phone slips from your hand and you reach to grab onto something. You land on Eddie’s other arm, holding on for dear life as he toys with your clit.
“You’re such a dirty little slut.” Eddie says. “Sexting right next to your best friend? Fucking filthy.”
“M’sorry.” You mumble.
His fingers come down to tease your entrance again.
“No, you’re not.”
You shake your head not really sure if you’re disagreeing with him or not.
“C’mon, you wanted this.” He says.
He pushes three fingers into you this time and you squeak out a gasp.
“You wanted to be caught.” He continues, “wanted to see what I would do.”
His fingers stretch you out and you relish in the subtle burn they give you.
“ Eddie .”
You mewl and cry as he keeps fucking his fingers into you, searching for that spot inside you that makes your stomach dip and your toes curl. He slides across it, making you gasp.
“You’re making such a mess.” He says.
You can feel your arousal dripping down your crack, making a wet patch on the couch. His movements sound slick and wet each time he presses into you.
“Bet you taste so fucking good.” He pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss.
Your eyes follow his fingers as they come up to his lips and he sucks them clean.
“Mhhhhm, yeah I was right.”
Your skin rises with goosebumps as you watch him, you’ve never been so turned on in your life.
His hand comes back down to your cunt and he slips back into your panties to your clit. He laps up the wetness slicking you up and continues circling your nub.
Your whole body slides toward him, your face now pressing into his chest near his collarbone. You’re on fire, you can feel the white warmth growing hotter in your core. You’re so close and Eddie can tell by how you’re gasping against him.
“You gonna come on my fingers?” Eddie asks into your hair.
You nod against him, your face smushed into his shirt. You breathe him in, he smells like home to you, like nicotine, body wash, and a smell so specific to Eddie you don’t know what to call it. You wish you could bottle it up for later.
His movements become faster and you cry out as the feeling in your tummy explodes and you come with a groan.
“That’s it. Good girl.” He whispers, slowing down as he milks your orgasm from you.
The strands of hair that frame his face tickle at your ear as he presses the side of his head against you. He breathes you in quietly as you lay against him.
After a little while you sit up straight and Eddie removes his hand from your panties and wipes them on his pants. You try to straighten up as best you can and look up at the tv to see Jack smashing down a door with an axe.
“This scene is iconic!” Eddie exclaims.
Your phone buzzes and you pick it up only for Eddie to grab it from you.
“Hey!” You say.
“What’s good ol’ Jackson got to say now.” He asks.
He laughs as he looks at the message and holds up the screen to you.
Jackson 12:10am: [video]
Jackson 12:10am: Did you cum ?
You roll your eyes at him and grab your phone to tap out a response.
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When you and Eddie are 9, he falls off the monkey bars at school and breaks his arm. You sit with him and hold his good hand while the teachers call an ambulance. He looks up at you with big brown tearful eyes and a sniffle and says “Don’t leave me.” You hold his hand tighter and shake your head, “I won’t.” You say.
When Eddie gets his cast on you’re the first person to sign it. You write your name with a little heart next to it in red marker. “Do you think I can get Stacey Carmichael to sign it?” Eddie asks. You frown a little and your tummy feels weird at the thought. Stacey is in the grade above you and she’s the coolest girl in school. “Dunno” you shrug before Mr. Munson calls from the living room to tell you your parents are here to take you home.
When Eddie is 11 he starts a band called Corroded Coffin. You think it’s a funny name but Eddie tells you that it’s really metal. You tell the boys they should enter the middle school talent show and they do. They come 4th but Eddie is so happy that he picks you up and spins you around even though you’re taller than him. “You didn’t even win!” You laugh as he spins you, “I don’t care, that was so fun!”
When you and Eddie are 12, you fall off your bike riding down the big hill near the trailer park. You scrap your knees and chin and you’re crying all messily. “Eddie! It hurts!” You sob as Eddie holds your face in his little hands to look at your chin. “I know. Let me go get Uncle Wayne!” And then Eddie runs as fast as you’ve ever seen back to the trailer to get Mr. Munson who comes speeding down with Eddie and a first aid kit in hand. “Okay, little miss, what have you done to yourself, hmm?” Eddie holds your hand while Mr. Munson patches you up.
When you’re 13, John Baker kisses you at the snowball dance while you’re slow dancing to a song you don’t know. It was okay but your mom’s lipstick you stole gets on his lips and he has to go to the bathroom to clean it off. “I kissed John!” You tell Eddie who is sitting on the bleachers looking bored. Eddie screws up his face “Yuck.” You frown, “I didn’t say it was yuck when you kissed Jessica Thompson!” You argue. “Did you use tongue?” Eddie asks. This time you screw up your face. “Gross! No!” Eddie shrugs, “Then it wasn’t a real kiss.” You don’t think that’s true.
When you and Eddie become freshman’s he joins a club called Hellfire and it’s all he talks about. “Our DM is so cool! He listens to Judas Priest just like me!” “The campaign is so fun!” “Look at the shirt that they gave us! I’m never taking it off.” He can’t hang out at lunch anymore because he sits with the Hellfire club and that makes you sad but you don’t tell him that. You’re just happy he’s happy.
When you reach sophomore year, you and Eddie agree that Friday nights are your dedicated nights to hang out. Eddie came to you at the end of freshman year saying he missed you and you were so happy you almost cried. You barely saw him anymore so now that you have a night just for you, you couldn’t be happier.
When Eddie turns 16 you surprise him with an audition at the hideout for Corroded Coffin to play every Tuesday night. It might just be a few drunks that heckle at them every gig, but Eddie literally tackles you onto his bed and almost squishes you in thanks. He’s bigger than you now.
When you and Eddie are 17, you’ve become somewhat of the band manager. You help them unpack and pack every night and Eddie usually drops you home after. The rest of the band have left and it’s just you and Eddie hauling the last of the equipment in the back when you almost fall out the back of the van. Eddie is underneath you in an instant, catching you bridal style. “You saved me.” You laugh as you hop down to your feet. Eddie doesn’t laugh, he just looks down at you “‘Course I did. I always will.” He says. It makes your stomach flutter and before you know it you’re leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. You pull away and stare up at him nervously watching as Eddie’s face breaks into a smile. “Y’know, it’s not a real kiss unless there’s tongue.” He says. You slap at his shoulder.
When you’re 17 and 6 months, you’re at Eddie’s trailer and Mr. Munson isn’t home. You’re in Eddie’s bed and you’re both in your underwear and under the covers. Eddie is kissing all over your face, “You sure you wanna? We don’t have to.” He asks for the millionth time. “Yeah, I’m sure.” You reassure him.
When you turn 18, Eddie gives you a little box. You open it and find his guitar pick necklace curled up in the soft velvet. “Eddie,” you gasp, “I can’t accept this. This is the most important thing to you.” Eddie pushes a piece of hair behind you ear and leans in close, “You’re the most important thing to me.”
When you and Eddie are 20, Eddie finally graduates high school. He runs up to you and Mr. Munson (‘Call me Uncle Wayne’ he told you a million times before) and picks you up and spins you around in his cap and gown. “You did it!” You cheer, giving him a loving kiss. He holds your face in his hands “I fucking did it.”
I was thinking for a part 2 to the modern day Eddie x reader sexting could be she goes and hangs out with Jackson and Eddie starts sexting her knowing she's over there 👀
thank you so for your request!!! im so mind blown by the love for this fic. i hope you enjoy this part two.
Eddie Munson x Reader
Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns
Word count: 3.5k
Warnings: Smut, Vaginal fingering, P in V sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Best Friends to Lovers, Modern AU, Sexting, Swearing, Jealousy, Semi-Public Sex, Unprotected Sex.
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Part One
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Eddie has been avoiding you.
Well, at least you think he has. He hasn’t contacted you since he said goodbye the night he made you come so hard on your couch you had to lay against him to catch your breath.
You haven’t texted or called him either but that’s not the point. He initiated it. Shouldn’t he be the one to call you?
It’s been three days since that night, which isn’t super long but you and Eddie haven’t gone a day without talking to each other for god knows how long. It’s weird, him not being in your life. Not texting him something stupid or sending him a meme or TikTok you saw. You miss him. But you’re mad at him.
You’re not mad about what happened. You’re mad about how he’s acting (or not acting.). You didn’t expect him to suddenly be your boyfriend or anything, but he could at least fucking text you.
It’s Monday night when you decide to head to Benny's diner alone for dinner.
As you enter the mostly empty diner you see none other than Jackson, sitting alone at a booth lining the window. His head pops up as the bell rings on the door and he’s smiling as he recognises you.
You subtly sigh and smile at him.
“Hey.” He says.
You walk over to where he’s seated, “Hey, Jackson.”
He looks around you like he’s expecting to see someone.
“You eating alone?”
You nod.
“I’d expected Munson to be following behind you like a lost little puppy.” He laughs at his joke. You don’t laugh and he notices calming down his chuckle, “I was just kidding.” He tries to save face.
There’s an awkward silence before he clears his throat.
“How about you take a seat? I’ll buy you dinner.” He asks.
You look at the empty seat across from him and then back at his smiling face. You decide, fuck it, why not? You get a free meal out of it and some okay company.
“Suuure, but I want a milkshake too.” You bargain as you slide into the booth.
He laughs a little, his teeth blindingly white and in full view. “Sure thing, darlin’.”
He keeps smiling at you as you grab at the menu his fingers are fiddling with on the table. Your eyes wander over the page, trying to choose when he starts up that awkward conversation.
“So, Friday night was, like, good.” He says.
You snort, eyes still on the menu. “Good?”
“Hot.” He corrects, “like so hot.”
You finally look up at him after deciding what you want. “I’m glad.”
He laughs, “You’re hard to read.”
Raising a brow and tapping your fingers against the table you smirk slightly. “Am I?”
Jackson leans back further against the booth and runs his hands through his hair. “Yeah, you really are.”
“Alrighty! What can I get you two tonight?” A waitress interrupts your conversation.
You look up at her and see her name tag reads Joan. You and Jackson give your orders to Joan and she grabs your menu before walking back to the counter.
As Jackson asks how your weekend is going, headlights shine into the window as a car parks in front of the diner. You automatically turn to look at the light and as the headlights turn off you see a very familiar green van. Eddie. Of course, he’s here.
You turn back to Jackson and pretend you’re listening to some fishing story he’s telling as you hear the bells of the front door jingle as Eddie enters. You don’t look up at the sound and keep staring head-on at Jackson.
He says something that makes himself laugh and you don’t know quite what it was but you decide to laugh loud and reach a hand forward to touch his arm that’s resting on the tabletop. Eddie walks past just as you do and you can’t help but flick your eyes up at him. He looks at you and then down to where you’re touching Jackson. He doesn’t stop walking until he’s sitting in the booth right behind Jackson, staring directly at you.
Jackson doesn’t seem to notice that Eddie is here, too caught up in your touch and laugh.
“Yeah, so funny right!” He laughs with you.
“Totally.” You smile, staring just past his shoulder into the brown eyes that are staring directly into yours.
Eddie is smirking very subtly at you before he drops his eyes down to the menu.
The next twenty minutes seem to go by uneventfully. You flirt shamelessly with Jackson, but manage to avoid looking at Eddie the entire time. Your food comes out and after you both finish, you decide to split the promised milkshake.
“I gotta say, I’m more of a strawberry milkshake man myself.” Jackson says and you put two straws into the shake.
“People are biased towards vanilla because they think it’s basic, but it’s not! It’s original and iconic. There’s nothing wrong with being vanilla.” You smile at him.
You drop a finger in the whipped cream and bring it up to your mouth, sucking the sweetness off your finger. Your eyes meet with Eddie’s over Jackson’s shoulder.
His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide taking up the chocolate brown you love so much. He’s rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches you intently.
Your eyes flicker back to Jackson and he’s smiling at you softly, a sheepish look on his face. He leans down and takes a sip of the milkshake and groans as he does.
“Okay, you’re right. This is good.”
“See! Nothing wrong with vanilla.” You repeat before taking a sip yourself.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you fish it out as Jackson takes another sip.
Eddie 7:37pm: do that again.
Your eyes flicker up to Eddie and he’s staring at you. You stare back for a few seconds before you look down at your phone and type out a response.
You 7:37pm: Who’s this?
You can be petty.
He responds immediately.
Eddie 7:37pm: bet it doesn’t taste as sweet as you did.
Your cheeks warm at the thought of him licking your arousal off his own fingers and you keep your eyes down on your phone.
You can’t think of a witty reply. So you lock your phone and keep it face up in your lap, before turning back to Jackson.
“See any good movies lately?” You ask lamely, trying to keep the conversation flowing but too preoccupied by Eddie.
Your phone buzzes again and you ignore it.
“Movies?” Jackson chuckles, “Uh not really. I’ve been focusing on fixing up my truck, honestly.”
“Oh really?” You fake interest with a smile.
Your phone buzzes a second time and your eyes can’t help but flicker down.
Eddie 7:38pm: have you been thinking about me?
Eddie 7:39pm: thinking about my fingers fucking you?
You close your eyes to compose yourself as you look back up at Jackson. He’s too interested in talking about his truck to notice you’re not paying him any attention.
Looking down at your lap you read the flood of texts you just received.
Eddie 7:40pm: I’ve been thinking about you.
Eddie 7:40pm: thinking about how you taste.
Eddie 7:40pm: how you felt when you came on my fingers.
Eddie 7:40pm: I know you’d feel fucking unbelievable coming on my cock.
The last message has you squeezing your thighs together. The thought of Eddie’s cock inside you has been on your mind for the past three days. You’ve touched yourself thinking about it, imagining him taking you against your soft sheets, or in his trailer, van, anywhere really.
“What’re you think?” Jackson asks.
You look up fast and blink a few times.
“About what colour to paint my truck? Red or black?” He clarifies.
“Oh, uh, red?”
“Yeah, I’m thinking that too!” He keeps rambling about the truck tyres or engine, you’re not really sure.
Eddie 7:42pm: would you let me finish inside you? I know you’re on the pill.
Eddie 7:42pm: wanna fill you up and watch my cum drip out of you
That’s the nail in the coffin of your patience. You clear your throat and interrupt Jackson.
“Umm, this has been fun or whatever but I actually have to go.” You say standing up. Your eyes look over quickly at Eddie who is watching you as he eats a few fries.
“Oh? I thought we could maybe go back to mine or something.” He smiles up at you hopefully.
You frown apologetically, “Sorry. I’ll see you later?”
He nods, but his expression shows a tad bit of frustration like his night has now been wasted playing nice with you when he couldn’t get anything out of it.
You ignore him and turn to walk towards the bathroom. You pass the counter, and smile at Joan as you go, pushing open the bathroom door and turning into the ladies’ room.
As you enter the end cubicle, you pull out your phone and sit on the closed toilet, going to scroll through Eddie’s messages again. You read each one, feeling your skin warm and your stomach tighten in arousal.
You can’t believe him. After no contact for three days, this is what you get?
The door to the bathroom opens and shuts with a thud. You can hear heavy footsteps walking along the tiled floor, they get louder as they grow closer. You look underneath the cubicle door, seeing familiar dirty converse standing directly in front of it.
Knuckles rap against the wood in a rhythmic fashion.
“Y/N…” Eddie drags out your name.
You stay silent and watch his feet.
“Little pig! Little pig! Let me in.” He sings, a soft chuckle following it.
You stand up, your clothes rustling and echoing in the quiet bathroom. You step forward, reaching for the lock and turning it slowly. Pulling your hand back, the door opens with a creek, Eddie coming into view inch by inch.
He stands there, looking good enough to eat. He’s wearing his usual leather jacket over a black Judas Priest shirt. His black jeans are ripped at the knees.
He smiles brightly at you, creases forming around his mouth and his brown eyes narrowing.
You’re both quiet for a minute, staring at each other. You feel his eyes roaming your body, goosebumps rising on your skin under his gaze.
“Hey.” He says taking a step into the cubicle.
You give him a look of disbelief. After three days that’s all he’s got to say to you.
You push at his chest, “Asshole!”
He sways a little but stands tall.
You push at him again and he grabs at your wrists as they land on his chest.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“You fucking just ghosted me!”
You struggle against his hold but give up after he shows no sign of letting go.
“I know.”
“Why?” You ask defeated.
He brings your hands up to his face and presses kisses on your knuckles. “I’m sorry.” He whispers against the skin, “I got scared, I don’t know, I just freaked out.”
“Why, though?”
He lowers your hands so you’re holding each other down near your waists.
“I thought maybe you didn’t want me that way.”
You scoff, “I literally orgasmed. I wanted it!”
“Yeah, I realise that now. I thought it through.”
“You’re still an asshole.” You smirk.
He grins back and begins slowly stepping forward, pushing you further back into the cubicle. He lets go of your hand to reach behind him and push the door closed, twisting the lock in place.
He stands in front of you and you take one step back, your thighs hitting the edge of the toilet.
“Maybe I can make it up to you?” He asks, titling his head slightly.
“Maybe.”
He crowds against you, grabbing at your waist and moving you against the wall. His face hovers above you, half an inch away, his deep chocolate eyes flickering over your face.
“Or maybe,” you start, “maybe I can catch up with Jackson.” It’s an empty threat but Eddie’s brows frown at the thought.
“No.” He says. His right hand comes up to grab at your chin, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip a little. “You’re mine.”
“Yours?” You whisper.
His thumb presses harder against your lip, pushing upwards and sliding into your mouth.
You drop your jaw, opening your mouth a little wider. Your tongue flattens out for him to glide his thumb along it.
“All mine.” He murmurs.
You suck on his thumb, pressing your tongue up against it and hollowing your cheeks.
“Fuck.” He sighs, eyes transfixed on your mouth.
Slowly, you draw your head back, pulling your mouth off him, the squelch of the suction breaking is loud in the space between you both.
He licks at his lips as he watches the spit glistening on his thumb.
“Did you like my texts?” He asks.
Your head drops back further to thud against the wall, your hair scratches against you as you nod slowly.
“What do you think, hmm?” His hand comes up to your hair line, pushing the strands back in soft strokes. “Would you let me come inside you?”
Your heart jumps at the question. Swallowing down the spit pooling in your mouth, you nod again.
“Gimme your words, baby.” He says.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
You huff a little, “Yes, I want you to come inside me.”
His free hand splays against your stomach, inching down to the waistline of your jeans. His skilled fingers pop your button open and push down your zipper, the pads of his fingers landing on the soft cotton of your panties.
Slowly but surely, he works his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, trailing down the top of your cunt and pressing his middle finger in between your slit.
You gasp as his finger circles your clit.
He smiles at your intake of breath and slides another finger alongside the first, gliding them between your folds and lapping up your arousal.
He circles your entrance, before pushing two fingers in.
You squeak as he curls his fingers up, searching for the rough spot inside you that makes you clench around him. You moan out as he continues thrusting his fingers into you.
“Eddie.”
He leans his forehead against yours and keeps fingering you.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Don’t want your fingers.”
He smiles and kisses your cheek, “No?”
You shake your head.
“What do you want?”
His fingers come up to rub your clit some more and you cry out.
“I want...” you trail off as he continues to toy with you.
“Yes?” He asks with a smile, nosing at your cheekbone.
“I want your cock.”
He laughs and his warm breath hits your face.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
He pulls his hand out from your underwear, his other hand coming down to your jeans and pushing them down your legs, along with your underwear. You toe off your shoes and slide your jeans and panties off, leaving them on the floor next to the toilet.
You reach forward and grab at Eddie’s belt, unbuckling it and pushing his pants and boxers down over cock. It springs free, hitting his black tee and leaving a spot of precum.
You go to grab at his cock but he grabs at your hand to stop you.
“Wait,” he breathes out, “I wanna…” he looks over your face and then reaches up to take it in his hands, “I wanna kiss you.”
He holds your face so softly in his calloused hands.
You realise, in both these times you’ve been together, you’ve never kissed each other. You’ve never had your lips pressed against his or your tongue in his mouth.
It was a line you both unknowable hadn’t tried to cross. Touching each other was one thing, but kissing felt more personal. Like it could break your friendship if it went wrong.
You look down at his pink lips, wanting nothing more than to touch them with your own.
“Kiss me then.” You whisper.
He takes no time rushing forward and pressing his lips on yours. You inhale against him, breathing him in.
His tongue licks into your mouth, massaging with yours. Your nose rubs against his cheek as you push further against him, wanting to get as close as possible.
Eddie’s hand comes down to grab your left leg, his arm coming up underneath it to hold it up. He pulls away from your lips, pressing his forehead against yours and looking down in between you. You both catch your breath and stare down as his other hand reaches for his cock and guides it towards you.
The head of his cock brushes against your folds, lapping your juices. Eddie’s head drops back and he groans out lowley.
“Jesus Christ.”
He lines up at your entrance and looks up at you quickly, watching your reaction as he slides into you. His arm holding your leg up tenses as your heat surrounds him.
Your mouth drops open and your eyes squeeze shut as he pushes all the way in. Your breathing gets heavier as he bottoms out, his pelvis flush with yours.
Eddie leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling out slowly and pushing back in. He keeps a steady slow pace, his free hand holding your hip.
Your leg aches from the stretch of being held up but it’s all forgotten when he starts moving faster. The echo of skin slapping each other can be heard throughout the bathroom, accompanied by your heavy breathing.
He keeps fucking hard and fast. His hand on your waist trails down to your crotch, sliding to your clit. His fingers begin circling the nub in rhythm with his hips.
You let out a moan, “Fuck, fuck, Eddie.”
You feel the warmth in your core starting to unravel, getting closer to your release.
He smiles at you and presses kisses along your jawline.
A thud of a door can be heard in the distance and Eddie’s hips stop their movements, as he listens out for more noise.
The door to the ladies’ bathroom opens and closes and someone walks in and enters the cubicle next to yours. The side of Eddie’s face is pressed against the side of yours, his mouth hovering over your ear.
“Better keep quiet. Don’t wanna get caught, do ya, baby?” He whispers.
His fingers start playing with your clit again, but his hips stay still, keeping his cock deep inside you.
You bite your lip to prevent a moan as he keeps toying relentlessly with your swollen nub.
You can hear the rustling in the next stall and the toilet flushes. The person very slowly makes their way out to wash their hands and it feels like forever until they finally leave the bathroom.
You release a loud breath as the door shuts.
“Oh my god.”
Eddie laughs and brings a hand up to hold your hip as he starts fucking back into you.
He continues pounding into you, his lips pressing all over your face and then landing on your lips. He licks filthily into your mouth, groaning at the taste of you.
He pulls back slightly, breathing against your mouth. His hips show no sign of slowing down as his hand comes back down to your clit.
“Gonna fill you up.” He says.
You nod at his statement, your noses brushing each other. “I want it.”
His fingers on your clit start rubbing fast and furious, his hips starting to stutter as he gets closer to his orgasm.
Your walls tighten around him and he hisses.
The white heat inside you grows and soon you feel it flowing over. You moan out into his mouth and he breathes it in.
“Fuck! I’m coming, I’m coming.” You cry.
His hips fuck you through your orgasm and he comes undone just after you.
His come paints your insides, filling you to the brim. He moans out your name, breathing heavy against you. He keeps moving slowly inside you, milking himself dry before slumping against you, his face hiding in your neck.
Your hand comes up to cup his head as you both try to catch your breath.
He gently pulls out of you and you feel his come dripping out of your hole. You grimace at the loss.
He lets down your leg, very slowly and you feel the soreness in your thigh radiate down your leg.
You lean against the wall and watch as he pulls his jeans up. He reaches down and grabs your jeans and panties, handing them to you.
As you slide your pants back on he kisses at your neck and face and you laugh as you awkwardly hop into your clothes.
“Eddie.” You giggle.
He laughs too and holds your hips. He tilts his head as he looks down at you and reaches one of his hands up to push your hair from your face.
“You’re beautiful.” He says it almost accidentally, like he can’t keep the words from spilling out.
You smile up at him. “So are you.”
That makes him smile bright, his eyes creasing at the edges.
You stand there with no shoes on in Benny’s diner’s bathroom and stare up at your best friend.
eddie’s been pushing you to the edge for the past two hours only to snatch you away from it every time you’re about to succumb to your orgasm.
he grabs at your legs and places them on his shoulders before bending you in half and fucking into you. you feel him deep inside you, pressing at your cervix and every time his pelvis comes flush to your cunt, it tickles at your clit.
suddenly the feeling inside you grows to a level you’ve never felt before and you feel the telltale sign that you need to pee coming over you and you can’t stop it.
“eddie, m-i-fuck, i think i’m gonna pee or something.” you say as he keeps jack hammering into you. “you need to—”
eddie cackles out a loud laugh and keeps at the pace he’s got going, “oh baby, you are in for a treat. just you wait.”
“what?”
“you’re gonna feel so good. just let it happen.” he nods down at you and you find yourself nodding up at him.
tears prick at your eyes and you blink them away to feel them rolling down your cheeks. the feeling inside you grows closer to the surface and you’re squirming and your thighs are tightening and soon it comes bursting out of you.
you squirt.
you yell and scream so loud you’d be surprised the neighbours hadn’t heard you.
eddie laughs as he watches the clear fluid spray everywhere as he keep pushing in and out of you. it’s made a mess all over his stomach and pubes, even gone up as far as his sternum.
“fuck yeah! look at that!” he calls out smiling down at it.
you’re a twitching mess. shaking with the after shocks and breathing heavily. eddie drops your legs down gently and leans over you, grabbing your sweaty face in his hands.
“you still with me?”
your eyes blink slowly and you find yourself nodding as best you can, “hmmph” you mumble out.
eddie snickers and presses a kiss to your nose. “did so good for me. always do so good for me.”
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Eddie pushes your hair back from your eyes as he stands over you, lying on the bed. His hand stays in your hair caressing your scalp.
His deep brown eyes flicker across your face, they’re searching for a sign that you’re telling the truth.
His brows furrow as if he’s not happy with what he’s found. He locks eyes with you and gives you a soft look that has you taking in a deep breath as if you had been holding it the entire time.
“Baby.” he pleads as your breathing becomes quicker and your eyes start glossing over.
Your bottom lip protrudes and his free hand comes up to rub a thumb across it as he holds your jaw gently.
The soft feeling of Eddie’s affection has you stumbling over the emotional edge and the first tear falls right as a small sob escapes your lips.
“Come here.” he whispers as he lays down beside you and pulls you to his chest.
You let out snotty cries into his dirty t-shirt as he rubs your back and kisses the top of your head, humming a melody you don’t recognise. He keeps at it, not stopping for however long you let it all out, and after you’re done he doesn’t stop holding you until you’re fast asleep.
Even when you wake up, you’re still in his arms and can feel the slight movement of his thumb rubbing circles on the skin under your shirt.
You don’t know what you did to deserve the sweet man that is Eddie Munson.
when you get home you instantly need to take off your day clothes and get into something comfy. preferably no bra and no pants and a shirt that may or may not be eddie’s.
eddie has grown accustom to this ritual and loves sitting down somewhere watching you walking around the room shedding clothes.
first it’s your pants, kicked off at the entry way to the bedroom. then your shirt and you’re left in your bra and panties. he takes the time to appreciate the soft lines of your body, how your underwear hugs your asscheeks and gets caught between them. he traces the strap of your bra as it sits on the edge of your shoulder almost sliding off but not quite.
you walk around with the days mail in your hand, one arm coming around to skilfully unclasp your bra. eddie is always in awe at how you can do it so swiftly. and just like magic, your bra slides down your arms, revealing your tits as you stand there reading over a letter you received. eddie takes a picture with his mind, you standing there in just your panties, hair a mess from the day, fully relaxed with your bumps and curves, hunched over a little to read.
you chuck the letter and remaining mail on the bed and walk over to your dresser. eddie watches your back muscles contract as you pull open the drawer, the rolls of your sides moving with you. you pull out an old shirt eddie gave you awhile ago and turn around as you pull it over your head. eddie’s eyes watch the hem of the shirt cover your pretty face and slide down your body, over you boobs, and dropping over your hips and just covering your panties from view.
you take a breath at the feel of being fully comfortable in your clothes and look up to see eddie with a soft loving smirk on his face.
