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𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: it's not hatred that looms between you and eddie, but it sure feels like it. maybe a charged summer night may be able to clear a few things up.

fic warnings (mdni 18+): reader is over 18, enemies to lovers, cunnilingus, cum eating, blow jobs, heavy making out, fingering, teasing, mentions of weed, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, soft eddie for the win

There are about forty billion planets in the milky way galaxy that could support life. Planets far beyond what human understanding could reach, and hold the capability of supporting life far better than earth could. Yet, somehow, with your luck, the planet you seemed to be stuck on just so happened to be the same one with Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson and his rings resemble every single thing you hated about him; his flare, his over-the-top persona, his all-around charismatic nature. He never seemed to brush his hair, his tattoos were already bleeding into his skin, and his shirt was always halfway tucked into his ripped jeans. He always drove his van recklessly into the school parking lot, his music on blast as you muttered angrily to yourself that this was a public place.

“Keep it down, Munson. Can practically feel my ears bleeding.” You’d tell him every time, your words are hidden behind a fake sneer as you grasp onto the straps of your bag, your lips curling upwards as he jumps out from the driver’s side, his hair in its usual hectic nature as he tilts his head to the side.

“Then how’d you know I was coming?” He’d answer back, the door slamming shut as he walked away, your brows furrowing into a seething glow, your nose wrinkling as you walked away, his own angry mumbling reaching your ears as the two of you go at acting like it was only hatred that caused these interactions to occur.

It was years of this constant back and forth bickering that everybody seemed to pick up on, the bantering between you and the supposed “Devil of Hawkins” that never stopped and had no means of ending. And for many, it was confusing how you, the top girl of your class, graduating as number one, could even busy yourself with clashing with the club leader of the Hellfire Club, but even you nor Eddie had an answer to how this all started. The only thing the two of you could mutually agree on was the fact that one day he ticked you off and he never stopped doing things to push your buttons.

“Off to castrate another devil worshiper? Who’s it this time? Wheeler?” He’d ask, watching as you’d roll your eyes, walking past him in the near-empty hallway, finding your locker as you slammed it open. He heard a huff of annoyance escape your lips, and he grinned knowing that he could perhaps be the only one who could break your picture-perfect attitude.

“You’re next on my list, Munson.” You’d say through gritted teeth, biting back a smile as you shove your notebooks back into your bag, ignoring the curious gazes of the on-lookers as they observe your interaction with the spawn of satan just as they always seemed to do.

But, in all honesty, Eddie Munson wasn’t even that bad.

Sure, you hated how he always walked like he knew he was better than everyone. You really just despised how his cologne smells much too good for the likes of him but had it not been for his obnoxiously loud music that played right next to where you were parked and how he barely showed up to group projects, Eddie wasn’t the worst person to have graced Hawkins.

In fact, you kind of liked his tattoos. You could see some peeking out from the confines of his white hellfire shirt, and some of you yearned to see them to their fullest. And though his hair was a crazy mess on top of his head, his curls seemed perfectly tamed, just enough so they never tangled. His hands seemed gentle, and his smile was soft.

And the only times you saw him were at school, so it’s not as though you ever had to put up this facade for that much once you went home. You could argue as much as you wanted in the parking lot, in the halls, in class, whatever reached the limits of Hawkin’s High, but the two of you seemed to have an unspoken agreement that whatever thing it was that was happening between the two of you if should stick to the confines of the infamous building.

So that’s why when you saw him at Chrissy’s party you suddenly felt particularly queasy.

Leaning against the wall, his arm crossed over his chest as he was deep in conversation with one of his friends. You were shocked to see both of them here when half the school insisted that they were not to be meddled with. And you could see how people strayed away, a little circle collecting around them, backs turned as the students tried their best to ignore them. But fuck, you could feel your heart pounding just a bit quicker at the sight of his smudged eyeliner, the rings that littered his fingers, and the jacket he wore over his shoulders. He was simply gorgeous, unrightfully so, and it didn’t take much in you to admit that.

“What?” Your friend felt your hands squeeze hers more roughly, “Yeah, I know it smells like that beer you hate but…” She trailed off when her eyes found what you were looking at, her lips pressing into a thin line as she noted your uneasy expression.

“Why’s he even here?” You muttered, your friend having to lean down to catch your words as a childish sulk made its way onto your face.

“You do know that Chrissy buys her shit from him, right?”

In the way your eyes widened in obvious shock, she guessed that you didn’t know.

“Damn, you seem to know every little thing about him, don’t know how you missed this one.” She says, trying to lighten the darkened mood as you roll your eyes, pulling away from her as you move around the kitchen island, grabbing a bottle of water for yourself as you begin to chug it down.

“I don’t know everything about him.” You try to argue lamely as the water trickles down your chin. The both of you knew that was a lie, but she just shrugs, looking back into the crowd as her smile widens when she spots somebody.

“Holy shit, Buckley’s here…” She looked back at you, a sort of pleading and desperation look overtaking her features as she began to pout, already telling you enough as the water bottle crinkles in your hand.

“Shoot your shot,” You murmur with fake dejection, not able to control your little grin as you watch her face light up as she beams, “Meet me at the door at ten, though. Swear to god, don’t leave me here, okay?”

“I’ll be back! Promise!” She exclaims almost instantly, giving you a quick hug as she squeezed your back, shooting you a big, goofy smile as she quickly disappears into the thick of the crowd as you lean against the counter, picking at the wrapping of your bottle as you sink into yourself.

When it came to preferences, you preferred your home or even a movie. The mall was out of the question, seeing that it burned down, but even that was better than the congested state of whatever these parties were. The smell of sweat and cigars was thick enough to choke on, and most of the time you found yourself nauseous at the end of them.

“Looks like you’re about to puke yourself.”

Your hands gripped at the bottle just a little bit tighter at the drawl of the familiar voice, your pose growing rigid as your eyes darted to the side, widening just a bit as you saw him standing there, leaning his hips against the island opposite to you.

“‘Cause you walked in, Munson.” You say with a bite, bringing up the bottle back up to your lips as you take a hefty sip, suddenly becoming incredibly parched under the onslaught of his heavy gaze.

He snorts, fiddling with the rings that littered his skin as he watched you under his hooded eyes.

“Thought you never came to these things. Shouldn’t you be at home, studying? Don’t you have like, what, five scholarships lined up?” He cracks open his own bottle, and you try your best to look away as you watch his adam's apple bob up and down as he drinks.

“Try ten, Munson,” You correct, a small grin on your lips as he huffs out a tiny laugh, “And I don’t have any exams left. So…” You open your arms up, motioning to the party surrounding you, “Here I am.”

“What joy.” He said to himself, under his breath as you rolled your eyes at his statement.

“Why are you here though? You never struck me as the - well, the type, really. With the, y’know, whole spiel of not conforming to modern practices.” You ask, leaning your back on the wall as you make sure not to bump into any of the picture frames behind you.

He smirked, tucking a strand of his unruly hair behind his ear as he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.

“Yeah, well,” He nudged a stray beer cap with the tip of his boot, “Wanted one last hurrah before I leave this…hellhole. And who am I to pass off at a party thrown by our very own queen of Hawkins High?”

“Careful there. Say hellhole again and people’ll think you’re gonna start doing some human sacrifices.”

Eddie chuckles, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he nods, a boyish grin making its way onto his face.

“If I do, you’re next on my list.”

You smile, lips tugging upwards as he mimics your words from a couple of weeks back. You find it both terribly annoying that you still managed to remember, and that he never seemed to forget the little things the two of you would say to each other.

“If you’re wondering, yes, these are new tattoos. Thanks for wondering.” Eddie quips, his voice laced with mockery as your stare jumps back to his face, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

“Huh…those are tattoos?” You say, picking at your nail as you taunt, “Thought you gave one of your hellfire friends a sharpie and told ‘em to go crazy.”

His smile drops back into a scowl, and you grin triumphantly once again as he grumbles to himself. Your hands drop to your sides, the bottle bouncing off of your thigh as you look back into the crowd, in search of your friend though you find her to your dismay. You guess she’s probably off in the congested space talking Robin’s ear off.

“Oh, come on Munson, don’t look so defeated. A couple of weeks from now and you’ll be free of me.”

And though your words were meant to offer him some peace of mind, they only cloud yours more. You should be happy. You should be pumping your fist in the air, glad to be away from him and the countless hours spent disputing with him. So why did it feel so longingly sad? As though you were losing a small piece of yourself? You knew that leaving Hawkin’s behind for college was going to hurt, but that’s because you had friends, family, and places you were going to miss.

Who was Eddie Munson to you for you to feel this way?

Eddie pursed his lips, staring at you as you quirked a brow, a small, pitiful smile on your lips as you tried to hold them back from wobbling. It was all too much, the sudden and impending realization that there was nobody like Eddie Munson that could make your heart churn and yearn at the same time.

“I know…don’t remind me.” He means it sarcastically, but even he can’t stop the grimace that makes its way onto his face when he admits it out loud.

You’d been reminding him all year. He doesn’t need tonight, his night of supposed relaxation, to be tainted with the oncoming actuality that you were going to leave and were probably never going to come back.

You hated him, you would tell yourself, but you didn't hate him because of his behavior, his loud music, or his constant parade of bleak vitriols. You hated how above everybody else, he was the only person who could make you forget who you were when you were with him, acting like a damn fool in love as you tried to hide it all behind a pathetic excuse of a facade.

“Why the long face? Worried I’ll somehow track you down even from Massachusetts?”

“Not likely,” He chuckles, rubbing at his jaw, looking as though he was deep in thought, debating on whether or not he should say what was on his mind. He gave a lifeless laugh as he shook his head, “Y’know… I’m actually kinda worried that you’ll find another Eddie Munson while you’re away.”

The bottle in your hand almost fell as your eyes widened at his words, your body going slack as you watched him pick at his jacket, a habit you had picked up on whenever he felt anxious, or nervous.

“Another Eddie Munson?”

“Yeah,” He says through a curt laugh, tilting his chin up so that he could look at you more clearly, “What if there’s somebody in that snotty school that’s more tatted than I am…sets you off like I do?”

“It’s not the tattoos that set me off, Munson, it’s you.”

He raises a brow at that, his lips threatening to pull into a smile as he rests his shoulder on the wall, turning sideways as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Me?” He laughs, not quite believing your confession as his tongue prods at his cheek, “Pray tell, just what about me does it for you? The hair, the eyes…my witty charm?” He’s testing, teasing you just as he always does. He wants to see you break, so you move out of the tight mold you’ve put yourself in for the entirety of your life. But you know what he’s trying to do, you can always read him like an open book, so you decide to indulge him.

“Now, Munson, I’m sure you don’t want me ruining your ego on the night of your…last hurrah.” You say through a smirk and watch him as he shrugs, looking unbothered by it as he motions for you to continue.

“I can take a hit.”

You snort, sighing deeply as you shake your head in a way that screams you did warn him as you set your bottle down, mimicking his movements as you cross your arms, tapping your foot on the ground as you squint.

“Your music, for one. It’s obnoxiously noisy, and you never turn it down,” You pause, waiting to see if he was going to argue but he was just waiting for you to continue, so you obliged, “You always showed up late to our group project for O'Connell's class, a-and even when you came you always managed to distract everybody there. Three, the hellfire club room used to be our room-”

“Decathlon had six members, it was never going to last.” He interrupted you as he heard you give an exasperated sigh, rubbing your forehead as you shake your head in annoyance.

“Hellfire has seven!” You exclaim and he pauses, looking somewhere as he counted all of your club members on one hand and then yours on the other. You watched as he then gave you a sheepish and apologetic grin.

You shake your head, clearing all of your tights as you take a step closer, no longer trying to sugar coat your words.

“You’re loud - I could never focus when I was trying to eat my lunch in peace. You always parked your car just close enough to my spot so that I could barely get into it. You’ve almost run me over ten, no…twelve times, of which you have never apologized for. You always smoke near me even though I’ve told you the smell makes my head hurt-”

“W-whoa, hold on,” He said with a forced laugh, his arms widening tighter together as his brows crease, “You’ve never told me that.”

You pause, mouth half open as you try to look back into all the times you’ve talked to him.

“I didn’t?”

“Wouldn’t have done it if you told me, sweetheart.” There he goes with that damn name, the same that made your legs weak and heart churn. You hated that a simple nickname could have such an effect on you, so strong that it almost made you forget what you were talking about.

“Oh, um, well, thanks…I guess,” You murmur, looking embarrassed as he raises his eyebrows at you. You look away, your body flushing under his gaze as you bite on your cheek, continuing with your rambling, “That’s - that’s not the point. Listen, Munson, what I’m trying to say is even if I miraculously - with my infinite amount of luck - found a six-foot, dungeons and dragons playing weed seller in college, none of them could match up to your…splendor.”

“My splendor?” He repeats with a chuckle, teasing you as you groan, trying to hide your winching face away from view.

“Yes…splendor. Splendor can mean surprising - surprising in a bad way - and you, Munson,” Your finger points at his chest, “Never fail to surprise me with what you do. You buzzed off your hair the night before the talent show. You can speak fluent French even though you haven’t turned up to a single lesson. You apparently deal with Chrissy….” You slightly pout, your voice quieter as you move a piece of trash with your shoe, “...do you?”

“Customer confidentiality.” He said smugly as you groan, mumbling nonsense underneath your breath as you wave your finger at him.

“You weren’t being very confidential when you told me that you dealt with that guy from the basketball team.” You try to argue and he can only look away, pick at his nails as he lets out a deep breath through his nose. He heaved a sigh, his curls falling into his face as he looked back up at you, his eyes round, warm, the exact thing that first made you fall for him.

“Is that all?”

You stutter, clearly not expecting this reaction as you slowly nod.

“W-well, yes. But I’m sure more will come to me later.”

He grins, nodding in agreement as he digs through the pocket of his jacket, pulling out something as he closes his fist around it.

“You let me know if anything pops up, yeah?” He dangles his car keys in front of you, “Next time, though. This party’s beginning to get too crowded, and I think somebody just said they think I’m gonna start performing a seance so…” He clicked his tongue against his teeth, “I’ll take it as my cue to leave.”

There’s a sinking feeling in your chest as he says that, a part of you wanting to reach out and tell him to stay because even though you just listed off everything a normal person would hate to hear about themselves, you knew he had a list double the length about you. You knew you had hours of things you could tell him about, things that you’ve wanted to for months, years, but were too fucking scared to admit out loud.

But almost as though he could read your mind, (you guessed he could after knowing you for so long), he spoke, stopping you in your train of thoughts.

“D’you need a ride home?” It was a casual question, simple enough to get a simple answer, but it was enough to send your heart into another spiel of mindless thinking, thoughts flooding your head as you cluelessly sputtered.

“I…” You look into the crowd, narrowing your eyes as you try to look for the familiar mop of red hair only to find her talking with Robin, a gleeful smile on their faces as they conversed about something you couldn’t hear, “Yeah…actually,” You sighed as your shoulder sank, a sign of you giving up, “I’ll be back.”

You weave past him with that as you plunge into the thickness of the students, bumping past elbows and bodies as you let out a flood of hurried apologies, reaching her familiar back as you tap her shoulder. You don’t have time to prepare yourself as she whips around, searching for who it was until they settle upon you.

‘H-hey!” She says, trying to speak over the loud volume of the people screaming around the two of you, “This is Robin!” She points to her even though you’ve already shared a couple of classes with her in the past. The two of you give each other an awkward smile and wave as you look back at your friend.

“I know, we had bio together last year! Hey, Jess, I’m a bit tired and I found a ride home. Thanks for inviting me…but I’m leaving!” You yell, your voice growing hoarse as her eyes widen in both shock and confusion at how in the span of half an hour you managed to get close enough to someone to drive you home.

“Who’s giving you the ride?” She exclaimed, apologizing to Robin as she gave you her full attention, the people around you giving glances at her loud outburst.

“It’s nobody that you know, don’t worry,” You say awkwardly as you give her a wave, “Have fun, bye.” You wince, trying to leave to no avail as she tightly grips your wrist, watching as her eyes rake over where she last left you, falling on Eddie as she watches him eyeing the door.

“Holy shit…now way…Munson?” She screamed, the name garnering more attention as people looked over at the two of you, heat burning at your face as you wish she could just quiet down a little bit.

“No,” You lie as she looks at you as though she was scolding you, “Alright - fine, yes. Don’t worry though - if he kills me, you’ll know he did it,” Her hand tightens at your weak joke and you can only muster up an apologetic shrug, “Just…enjoy your time, don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” You squeeze her hand as you wrangle out her grip, giving her another smile as she mirrors yours with a confused one. You push past others as they art, walking over to where Eddie was standing as you tugged on his jacket.

“Hurry up Munson,” You titter, watching him jump a little by surprise as he finds you next to him, “My feet hurt, my neck is sweaty and I feel like I’m about to throw up. ”

He can only laugh nervously, hoping that the last part was a fib as he leads you towards the front door. You can practically feel the eyes of people drilling into your back as the two of you walk through the denseness of the crowd. People almost move away from him, not realizing you were there with him as they murmur curiously with one another.

He opens the door with a creak, extending his arms out as he waits for you.

“Ladies first.” He said, grinning as you grumbled under your breath, still going first as he followed after you, shutting the door behind him as you skipped down the steps of the house, hearing his shoe clunk in the background as you scan the vast neighborhood full of cars.

“Pretty sure you know which one is mine.”

And though you hate admitting he was right, he was, because you could immediately pick it out in the sea of all the others.

Even though you don’t voice it, Eddie takes the initiative as he walks towards it, taking longer strides than you as he unlocks the door. He opens it up just as he had done seconds ago, giving you that damn smile as he waited for you to catch up.

“Don’t look scared, she works pretty well,” Eddie says as he hauls himself up, settling in his own seat as he jams his keys in, the van roaring to life as his usual music comes on, flooding your ears as you think too soon.

“My house is down-”

“Down the road, to the left, last house till the cul de sac.” He finishes, not looking over at you as he fiddles with the sound, turning down the volume as you let out a breath of relief. That is until the confusion settles in as you wait for him to explain how he knows where you live.

“What?” He’s startled by the abrupt silence, almost expecting a thank you for accommodating your bland music taste as he looks up, catching your wide-eyed stare as his mouth falls open in an embarrassed chuckle, “Oh…that. Well, you were sick for a couple of days during O’Connell’s project, remember? And I wanted to drop off some things ‘cause I knew you’d come back to drag me by my hair if nobody filled you in on what was happening.”

“Still doesn’t explain how you have my address, Munson.”

“I asked your red-head friend for it. She seemed…willing to give it,” She shrugs, shooting you another grin as heat flares across your face, “Guess she never told you, huh?”

You can only shake your head, embarrassed as he chuckles, tutting as he shakes his head, the van moving as you grip the seats. Jess only told you that she dropped it off when you called, confused about the organized packed box of papers. She didn’t explain much, sounding far too enthusiastic for somebody who supposedly just dropped off homework.

The two of you don’t say anything, letting the dim sounds of Ozzy travel through your two bodies, and circle back until it becomes the only thing you could hear; aside from the blood thumping in your ear. It was a strange calm that washed over you as you watched him tap his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the song, too focused on the road in front of him as his lashes fluttered against the soft skin of his cheek. Houses pass by you as he turns the corner, the asphalt crunching under the tires as you look out the window.

“There,” You mutter suddenly, and Eddie leans into his seat, squinting as he looks to where you were pointing and he clicks his tongue as the familiar house comes into view, looking just as it did months ago when he dropped by.

He slows the van down, his foot easing on the brakes as he pulls up to your house, the drive here was far too short, shorter than you remembered it being as he abruptly stops. You look out, staring at your house as you heave a swallow, your fingers trailing up to the handle as you struggle to find yourself to open the door.

“This one, right?” He asks, his voice almost inaudible as you nod, your fingers tracing little patterns onto the material of the door.

“Thanks…Munson.” You’re able to bite out, pulling at the handle as the door pops open, the night air hitting you in the face as you look back at him, offering him a curt smile as he gives you a little nod.

You’re about to hop out, your head screaming for you to stay, to tell him everything that’s been slowly bubbling up in you over the years. But before you’re able to get anything out, he cuts you off.

“I’m parched,” He says, “D’you have anything to drink?”

And just like that, everything dies down as you groan in annoyance, shooting him a look as you perk your brow.

“No funny business, okay, Munson?”

He crosses his heart, his palm over his chest as he holds three fingers up.

“Scouts honor.”

You roll your eyes at his corniness, opening up the door, and jump out as Eddie follows in suit. You can hear his keys jangling behind you as he locks his door, his boots crunching on the gravel as he rounds over his van, standing beside you as he waits for you to lead him up to the door.

Fishing out the keys from your pocket, you grumble as he whistles under his breath, a song you can’t quite place as you jam it into the keyhole, turning it to the right as the door opens. You’re greeted to the darkness of your house, and you wince as your hands play with the light switches, finally getting one that illuminates the living room and kitchen as you walk inside, looking behind at Eddie as he turns his head to take in the house, looking almost apprehensive to come inside.

“My parents aren’t here if that’s what you’re wondering.” You say as you drop the keys into the bowl on the coffee table, taking off your shoes as you point to him, wanting him to do the same. Even if your parents weren't home you didn't want anything muddy being tracked inside.

“Fridge is over there,” You jut your chin to the fridge as he turns his head as you shed off your jacket, “Help yourself to whatever.”

He grins, his eyes wrinkling around the corners as he gives you a thumbs up. You busy yourself with turning on the other lights, the house coming back alive as you hear him rummaging around until he gives a satisfied noise. You can see him as he takes out a bottle of water, opening it up as he drinks, never stopping until he chugged it all.

It crinkles in his hand as he looks for the trash, throwing it away as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

“You know what, I just remembered. It’s your voice,” You say, scrunching up your nose as you look up, his startled eyes finding yours as you continue, “It ticks me off.��

His brows furrowed together as he swallowed the remaining water, his lips pulling up into a little sneer as he shakes his head in disbelief. You look serious, with the way your arms are crossed, holding your stance like you couldn’t have said anything better to seal the night.

“Yeah?” He nods, pursing his lips together as he shrugs, deciding that there was no better time and place to do this. He thought that after all these years, maybe tonight the two of you could actually grow up a bit and mature, but Eddie knew you would never back down and he was never raised to be a quitter, “You know what ticks me off? It’s your attitude, sweetheart.”

Your eyes twitch a bit, an incredulous laugh falling from your lips as your teeth grind together. He takes a set forward, leaving the kitchen as he comes nearer to the living zoom, his gaze dead set on you as you refuse to back down. You knew you could never act rationally near him, Eddie Munson just brought out a different side to you.

“I despise your rings.” It’s a lie you have to bite out because you love his rings more than anything.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he instinctively goes to fidget with them, turning each one around as he takes another step closer as you confidently (fake confidence, if anything) stand your ground.

“And I loathe that dainty little necklace you wear. Looks like it could snap any fucking second.”

You swallow, your mouth running dry as the lights almost seem to dim, his cologne wafting around you so much so that it almost dries you deliriously, the scent far too much as he inches closer to your body. The seconds tick by faster yet the minutes seem to slow down as you puff out little breaths of air.

Your gaze jumps from his hands, the finger interred in jewelry as they trail back up to his face, his eyes darker than before you can practically feel yourself getting weaker the closer he gets.

“I detest the way you do your hair.” Your ability to get out is pathetic, but how could you when he’s only breathing away from you, everything in your system seemingly about to crash as your blood roars loudly in your ears. You can barely hear your heart pumping, let alone anything else that’s going to fall from his lips.

“I hate that you’re leaving in two months.”

Your heart stops as the usual smile falls from his face. You can’t breathe, can’t think as he steps a little closer, and you knew you only craved for him to only come closer.

You shake your head, eyes darting away from his deep stare as they focus on the wall, taking a long pause and an even longer minute as you look back at him.

“I hate that you’re the only Eddie Munson I’ll ever meet.”

Your words still over the two of you, your chest heaving up and down as you stare each other down, your minds working as one as eyes dart from lips to hands to everything you could possibly think of.

You can hear him let out a deep groan, his eyes shutting for a second, deep in thought. They open back up with clear hunger written all over them as he throws it all away, taking the final step forward as your feet stumble out from beneath you. And you surely would have fallen if not for his hands supporting your back as his lips quickly collide with yours. It’s fast and messily urgent how he moves against you, how sinfully wet it is as he laps up your taste, the unknown sweetness that is solely you as he slots you up against the wall. His free hand cradles your head, careful not to hurt you as he grows restless, craning his neck to the side so that he can kiss you with even more fever.

You can only whimper as his teeth nip at your lips, hips tongue coming out to taste you as you grow to mush in his hold, tilting your jaw up to the side as you search for him again, for the aftertaste of weed and mints that lay on his tongue. He was addictive, more addictive than a drug, and you knew that you would never be the same without this.

“You’re a pain in my ass,” He murmurs against your skin, lapping at your tongue, meshing with your teeth as you whine, “And…” His hand comes up to cradle your chin, moving it the way he wanted as he moves down, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down your heated skin as his nose nudges at your jaw, “You drive me crazy whenever I see you. All your talk of how I’m too loud and too cocky,” His brown eyes, still as gentle as they always were as his rings rub against your neck, his eyes boring into yours as his heart thumbs widely against his chest, “But…as nice as it sounds, I don’t think I could ever imagine a single fucking day where you’re not in it.”

You wince, heart throbbing as he sloppily kisses down the column of your neck, his movements longing though covered in a false sense of confidence as he nips, biting little marks all over you, anywhere his lips can reach so that tomorrow you wake up and never forget what he told you the night before.

The dull pain of your head thumping against the wall has nothing in comparison to how all your emotions are bundled into one big mess as you watch Eddie needily tug at your shirt, his hands roaming the expanse of your stomach and hips as he commits your softness to memory.

“I hate you, Eddie,” You falter, your words meaningless but it causes him to stop, his eyes growing with instant worry as he watches your lip tremble, “I hate that you’re so gorgeous I can barely think clearly around you. I hate your perfect smile and how you make me feel when you call me sweetheart, even if you do it to make me mad,” You say as your laugh is short, hurt as you try to find his hands tugging him closer to your chest as you pull him to another kiss, trying to convey a thousand emotions into it as his nose pressed against yours. You can feel his fingers grip at your waist, holding onto you as though you were his only lifeline, “A-and most of all, Eddie…I hate that I can never - never hate you, no matter how hard I fucking try.”

He huffs out a pained laugh, his hands coming up to both sides of your face as his thumbs create two parentheses around the sides of your lips as he kisses you again, his hair ticking your cheeks as you smile weakly at the tingly sensation.

“Don’t say shit like that…” He murmurs, his smile faltering for a second because he can’t believe that this is really happening, you are really here in his arms, telling him the words he had always longed to hear, “Makes guys all sappy ‘n shit.” His voice is thick, almost as though he wanted to laugh but couldn’t.

You bite back the choked sound that comes from your throat, try to control the glossiness of your eyes as you hold onto his arms, helping him as your shirt falls to the ground, the air biting at your skin as he works to unclasp your bra.

“Holy…shit,” He licks at his lips as he stares childishly at your bare chest, his cheeks flushing a dark red as he rubs at the back of his neck, gaping so much that you felt like something was wrong until he muttered, “Prettiest fucking girl I’ve ever seen.” His fingers trail down your neck and to your breasts, your eyes fluttering shut as he curiously toys with them, flicking your nipple as you grip at his wrists.

“Should have said it sooner, y’know.” Your hands fall to his shoulders, playing with his soft curls as you give him a lopsided grin. He moves his hands away from your chest, no matter how much it pains him to do so, as he rubs at your bare shoulders.

“Said what, sweetheart?” He coos, pressing a chaste kiss to the edge of your lips as he moves up, kissing your cheek with such tenderness and care that you almost melt right there. He moves up, kissing your cheekbone, your forehead, until he comes back down to you, his thumb holding your face as carefully as he could.

“That I hated your rings,” You let out a pretty giggle as he sighs, rolling his eyes as he playfully bites at your neck, his hands buying themselves somewhere on your hips as you shrug, “‘S working out pretty well in my opinion.”

“Think I’m actually gonna have to agree with you for once.”

You smile giddily as he works at your jeans, looking up to make sure you were okay with it as you gave him a quick nod, helping him as you looped each leg out. Your demeanor suddenly changes, though, when his fingers delicately loop around the material of your panties, until he suddenly stops.

“What?” You asked, worried as he looked up to you, his lips quivering for a second as he pulled at the hem.

“Lace panties? Oh look,” He flicked his finger over the front, “It even has a little bow.”

You groan, covering your face with your hands as your body heats up in embarrassment, his chuckles barely reaching your ears as he pats your thigh, a silent apology as you lightly smack his shoulder.

“Not like I’m complaining, sweetheart…‘s fucking hot.” He says cheekily, tugging them down as you quietly whine, the cold air hitting your bare pussy. You watch him as he kneels, making a soft thump on the ground as he glances up, his chin hounding at your knees as your hands move to grip his head.

“What’s wrong,” He quips with a teasing smile, noting the way your eyes were shifting as little puffs of air hit your aching cunt, the sensation surely going to drive you insane as his hand moves down to grip your ankle, “Too much f’you?”

He knew he was simply just poking more as you huffed, your hands winding tighter in his hair as you try not to smile stupidly at his words. And he doesn’t need to hear much from you as he gingerly takes a hold, moving your right leg up and onto his shoulder as he moves around a little bit more in his seat, situating his head as he slowly places delicate kisses on the inside of your thighs, each one wetter and longer than the one before as he grumbles something under his breath about how soft you were.

“Damn, Y/n, you’re so fucking messy,” He groans as he notes the wetness dripping down your thighs, “S-shit, fuck, s’wet, so fucking wet….can’t even talk straight when I’m around you,” He mutters into your skin as he grips both of your thighs, the coldness of his rings biting at your heated skin as you pant when his lips get closer to where you want him, “Where d’you want me, sweetheart,” His rests his chin on the meat of your thigh as he looks up at you, just so close to your bare mound yet you can barely talk as his fingers draw little circles onto your ankles, “Come on, use that mouth of yours.”

Your fingers tug at his curls a little tighter, a small warning as you squirm around, uneven breaths leaving your chest as you whine.

“F-fuck, Eds,” You gnaw on your lip as his nose nudges dangerously near your cunt, not aware of how your little nickname for him just goes straight down south, “Just - shit - please just touch me.”

He chuckles lowly, his hands coming up to grip and knead at the flesh of your ass as he kisses wetly near your heat, toying with you with what you wanted as his soft hair rubs against your stomach.

“Where, sweetheart? ‘M not a mind reader.”

You shot him a glare because he was, when it came to the two of you, you both knew each other better than anybody else. It was pathetic, really, how much you said you hated one another when you knew what his favorite color was, but you couldn’t and wouldn’t let your mind wander in a time like this.

“Eddie,” You’re bordering on begging as he raises a brow, still not budging as you groan, taking his head as you directed him upwards, exactly where you wanted him as your cheeks heat madly with embarrassment, twinged with euphoria as he grins knowingly against you, “Here…Eddie, please.”

“Well…” He thumbs at your clit, the sensation causing your head to loll back as it hits the wall, a keen whine escaping your lips as he digs his thumb deeper into the bundle of nerves, your eyes rolling back as he does it, “Because you asked so nicely.”

He dives in, taking little licks at your clit as your moans grow louder with each stroke, feeling your legs wobble as he laps up your taste, groaning at the back of his throat at your saccharine sweetness that coated his tongue. You tasted like fucking heaven, the nights he sent pumping his fist angrily to the thought of you couldn’t have done anything to make up for how you actually felt.

It feels so fucking amazing that you felt like you were going feral, his fingers teasing around your fluttering hole as he rubs your wetness everywhere, wanting to create an even bigger mess. He acts like a man starving as he eats you out, replacing his tongue with his thumb on your clit as he hikes your leg further onto his shoulder, his fingers slowly entering your puckering hole as you let out a quiet squeal when he slowly inches his pointer in, his eyes darkening at the way you sucked him in.

“Shit, sweetheart,” He muttered, his shoulders and entire mood tightening for a second as he feel your clench around him, “Such a pretty pussy, fuck. You-you're so fucking tight…fuck.” He gives you some time to adjust, but his impatience takes over as he begins to pump in and out, the wet noise can only be described as downright sinful as he watches your string of arousal coat his finger.

“E-Eddie!” You can barely talk as he continues to pump faster, adding another one as your body winds up, sucking him in even more as he whines how hot you feel around him, “So good! Fuck, you’re making me feel so good, mm…” Your stomach clenched as his pace grows quicker than before at your words.

“Yeah?” He chuckles but it’s broken as he falters, his eyes squeezing shut for a second as he feels you guide his wrist up and down, his rings bumping against your clit as the sensation only causes you to moan louder, “Y-you like it? God…you’re such a fuckin’ slut, huh? Never would have guessed with all the b-books you hide behind.”

You nod dimly, your lips pressed into a thin line as you awkwardly move around, everything too much as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, everything happening too fast and all at once as he gives a low, guttural growth at how you tasted.

“Fuuck…” He can barely even say that as he eats it all up, knowing he was slowly yet surely growing addicted to you as he spreads you out with the help of his fingers, “Tastes like - likes a fucking t-treat sweetheart.” And he doesn't stop the relentless attack with his thumb as white dots the outer corners of your vision, your body beginning to shut down as Eddie only picks up his pace.

“Eddie! Please…don’t, don’t stop. Feels so fucking good Eds,” You’re a blubbering mess as he heeds your words, your mouth falling into a silent scream as his thumb goes just a little bit faster, his tongue pumping in and out of you with such fervor that you’re just growing wetter and wetter by the second, “Y-yes, yes, yes! Eddie, you feel so good!”

Your hands tighten on his scalp as your legs wobble, and if it weren’t for the wall and his tight support on you you surely would have fallen. You can feel it coming, and you can only keen loudly as you climax, your orgasm washing over you as your toes curl, gushing around his tongue as he quickly laps it all up, hungrily tasting your release as the two of you moan out loudly in tandem.

He slowly removes his hand from your clit, the little nub is swollen as he gingerly pats your knee, removing it from his shoulder as he slowly rises, his lips pink and slightly pouted as his chest heaves up and down with labored breaths, pupils blown wide open as he reflects your stare. You can feel your pussy still fluttering around nothing, your puffy lips aching for more as you tightly grip at his shirt for some leverage.

“That was so fucking hot,” You can see yourself glistening on his chin, the sight too much to believe as he pulls you back into another kiss, your teeth clashing, tongues swirling as he ravages you as best he can, “Don’t know why…why it took us so long to do this.”

You whine a little, the sound muffled by his hungry lips as you taste yourself on him, the tangy sweetness mixed with spit and sweat was so addictive that you pulled him by the collar of his jacket, wanting more of it as he chuckled against your plush skin.

“Don’t know…don’t know why either.” You're able to get out as he moves away, giving you some time to catch your breath as he stares at your wet lips, glistening under the dim light as your hands trace little patterns onto his palm. You tug at his fingers as he traced your features, losing yourselves in the moment as his thumb traces the corners of your jaw, moving up to your cheek and then to the bottom of your lip. The padding of his fingertips was soft, softer than what you expected from somebody who played the guitar day and night, but nonetheless, you craved it more than anything you’ve come to know.

Your hands eagerly roam around his body, tugging at the fabric on his chest, doing a quick job of shedding him of his jacket as you paw at the hem of his shirt, your eyes wide and needy as chokes out a muffled groan when your hands dip under, your nails tracing along his bare skin and happy trail as his stomach clenches under the cold sensation of your fingers.

“Not fair, Eds,” You whine into his neck, licking up at the column as he shudders when you drag your nails up his torso, “I’m only the naked one here. Doesn’t m-make sense.” You whimper when he holds you tightly by the waist, nodding in agreement as bliss fogs his eyes as they gloss over.

“Y-you’re right, I’m a fucking idiot.” He gets out as you help him take his shirt off, his hair bouncing off of his shoulders as you smile against the corner of his lips, your chest pressing against his bare one as he shucks in a breath at the feeling of your nipples rubbing against him.

“Biggest idiot I’ve ever met.”

He chuckles, his cheeks and eyes brightening up for a second as a blip of your usual back and forth bleeds even into something like this, wondering why it took him so long to actually do this when he was so clearly enamored by you.

But even that can’t stop your wandering eyes and hands as they tug at his belt, a quiet umph leaving his lips as you play with it.

“You’re such a perv, Eds, getting off on shit like this.” Your words are so sweet, such a far cry from how they were minutes ago as Eddie quickly nods against your lips, helplessly whining as you palm his growing bulge against his jeans. You flick at the zipper, his lips quickly opening as your thumb presses deeper into his aching cock.

“Y-yeah, well,” He tries to hold back another choked moan as you tug at his belt, undoing it in such a swift manner that he almost raises a brow at it, “Can’t exactly be gods strong soldier when you’re in front of me…looking like that.”

“Looking like what, Munson?”

There’s a bite to your voice, but it’s only because you like to coquet, as you always have because you like to see his reaction as his eyes slightly widen, kissing your collarbone as he kneads and rods at your ass, whimpering even more as you unzip his jeans.

“You’re a fucking tease, sweetheart,” He says, his smile wavering as you tug his pants down, lifting his legs as he kicks them off, somewhere to the side as he wraps his hands around your neck, laying with that damn necklace as he shrugs, “I’ll tell you later when you’re not…fuck, about to s-suck me off.”

You pout at his words, seeing the satisfied look on his face at your let-down expression. But you knew that sooner or later that smug smile would be wiped off his face, so duck your head down as you try to busy yourself with the more important matters at hand.

Your thumb finds his tip, easy to find as his precum is staining his boxers, the translucent liquid now on your fingers as you drag your hand up and down, the fabric creating more friction around him as his head falls back onto the wall.

“You’re messy too Eddie,” You tell him softly as your thumb presses deeper into his leaking head, his breathing becoming uneven and choppy as you stop, going down to your knees as you hook your fingers around the elastic as you tug down, his cock slapping you across the cheek as it pops out from its’ tight confines, “Calling me messy when you’re leaking right here.” You mumble to yourself, the sound too innocent and adorable for the situation you were in as Eddie finds his hands unconsciously going to the back of your head, just as you had done with him as he tries to give you some time to get used to him.

He almost cums on the spot when your nails trace up and down his cock, memorizing all his veins and crooks to heart as you delicately wrap your hands around him, your eyes widening at the sheer size of him as you dryly swallow.

“Too big?” He asks, trying to be cheeky, to lighten the mood, but you can only dimly nod, your hand slowly coming up and down from his base to the tip, cupping his balls as you whine at his precum trickling onto your body.

“You’re - you’re too cocky for your own good.” You respond weakly, not intending the lame pun as you lean your head forehead, slow as you take a tentative lick at his bulbous tip, moaning as his salty taste floods your senses. He stops breathing for a second as he feels your hot tongue benign to quicken its pace, licking more and more as his hand grows weaker at the back of your head.

Slowly you being to envelop your mouth over him, suctioning as you hollow out your cheeks, taking him in little by little, your hands making up for whatever you can’t fit into your mouth as you pump back and forth, your throat gagging a bit as he hits the back, but you continue because more than anything you love the burn and the loud moans he’s letting out as you suck him off.

“Mph, god, fuuck…” He’s controlling your head, bobbing you up and down on his dick as your spit mixes with his pre, rubbing off on your chin and cheeks as he tries to wring his eyes open to stare at you, to see your wide eyes staring back at him as you take him whole, “So fucking good, sweetheart, you’re so fucking good. Can’t - fuck - can’t believe you’re such a good fucking girl. N-not, mfph,” He chokes as your tongue swirls around, his tip getting angrier and redder as you don’t let up, “Not when you acted like such a fucking pain this entire time. But you’re just a slut, huh?” He shudders, his chest moving up and down as your hands move down, one on his cock and one massaging his balls as he practically just dies, “You’re a slut f’me, yeah?”

And you can only nod, tears escaping your eyes as they mix with everything else on your cheeks, your cries and whines causing blissful vibrations around his throbbing cock as he moans out louder.

“O-oh, shit, you feel so fucking amazing, so fucking good….shit, Y/n, you’re so fucking good - god I fuckin’ love this.” His hands make you go faster, choking you more on his dick as your nose rubs against the little curls at his base, your gags only going straight to his head as it spurs him on even more.

“Holy shit, sweetheart, y-yeah, hmm, fuck just like that,” He’s becoming a stuttering mess only able to get out more, more, more, as he begs for you to go faster, his thumb wiping away at your tears as he whines, keening loudly as he feels his release quickly about to come, “Y-yes, fuck! Shit, you’re doing amazing. God, I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum sweetheart…is it okay if I - fuck - if I cum? Please, fuck, y-you okay with that?”

And you're bobbing your head, trying to nod as you sniffle, your humming as you try to say yes, but it only sends him over the edge, hot, white spurts of his cum trickle down your throat, thick as you gag, pulling off of him as little bits fall onto your chest, splattering over your collarbone and tits as he tries to catch his breath.

You swallow anything remaining on your tongue, showing it to him as he groans again, patting your cheek as he loops his arms around yours, helping you stand up as you wince a little bit at the biting sting at your knees.

“Fuck, Y/n, are you,” His eyes roam your face, gently cradling your jaw as if he hadn’t fucked your throat seconds ago, “You okay sweetheart?”

You smile, nodding as you press a small kiss to his lips, your spit, his cum, and your tears mixing with one as he groans at the taste, whining as you pull away.

“M’fine, Munson.” You kiss the tip of his nose as he lets out a sigh of relief, his hands running up and down your back comfortingly as he lets his breathing get back to normal before hooking one of your legs around his waist.

The two of you don’t care about much as you follow his movements, letting him turn around so that you resting against the wall, your heart pounding wildly in your head as he kisses wetly against your neck, stroking his dick as he kneads at your breasts, acting like he was going crazy as he brought his lips back u to yours.

“Sweetheart, think I’m about to go crazy if I don’t fuck you,” His thumb follows the bone of your brows, settling on your cheeks as you stare u into those big, brown eyes of his, the ones that made you fall for him the moment you saw them as he kisses your jaw, “P-please let me - let me fuck you…?”

You don’t know how he can ask when you’d go crazy too if he didn’t.

“Please, Eddie,” You shudder out a shaky breath as his thumb falls lower and lower, inching closer to your swollen clit, “Please…w-want it more than anything.”

And so he takes the initiative, linen himself up with your dripping cunt, hoping that he stretched you out enough as he teases your entrance with his tip, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he feels you sucking him in, moaning at how wet you felt around him, your pussy clenching as he carefully and slowly pushing a little bit more in.

“Oh, fuck,” He can barely speak as you wrap your leg around him tighter, allowing him to reach deeper into you as his veins drag up your bare cunt, the sensation maddening as you whine at the feeling, “S’good, so fucking good…damn, you’re fucking amazing Y/n.” And you don’t know if it’s the way his voice grows tender at the way he speaks your name or if it’s everything in the atmosphere combined, but a part of you grows warmer with the way he gently tries to situate himself inside of you, not wanting to hurt you as he stops. He gives you time to adjust to his size, noting the little tears that lined your eyes as you clench your teeth at how big he was inside of you.

“You’re so big Eddie, so… b-big.” You cry at the sting, wanting more as he limply nods, muttering out apologies as he rubs your clit, his motions quickening in pace as he openly kisses you on the mouth, the kiss needy as the two of you reach for each other.

“I know, I know sweetheart, but…” He pulls out a little bit, his cock dragging against you again as your walls flutter against them, “I’ll go slow, okay? You tell me if you want to stop, yeah?” You can only nod, maintaining eye contact as he gives you one last kiss, pulling out completely before he pushes himself in with one go, a loud cry escaping your lips as your jaw slacks.

“E-Eddie!” You scream, your nails digging into his back as he picks up his pace by just a little, biting into your shoulder so that he can muffle his own moans, “You feel so good…fuck!” You can barely think straight as he fucks you dumb on his cock, your wetness coating his dick in a sheer slick, a white rim collecting around his base as he stares hungrily at your essence.

“You feel amazing, …don’t think I’m ever gonna be the same, fuck, without you.”

You can only nod with him because you know that his words ring true for you, too.

He tugs at your chin, tilting your head up as he motions for you to open your mouth with his free thumb. When you follow his instruction he brings himself closer, letting a wad of spit fall from his lips and onto your tongue as he taps your jaw again, silently asking you to close it as you whine at his taste. It’s so much, everything happening all around you, that you don’t even question yourself as you swallow, watching as Eddie bites little marks all over you as if you weren’t already his.

“Ahh, look at me, fuck, Y/n, p-please,” He begs to cup your jaw as you will yourself to look u, your swollen lips shining with sweat as your eyes almost dro from the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass, the sound of squelching and wetness of the two of you so loud that you almost didn’t hear him when he mutters; “So fucking pretty, don’t think…don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go.”

You whine, your hands wrapping tightly around his neck as you grind yourself down on him, joining his fingers on your clit as you swirl around, your head lolling to the side at the extra sensation.

“L-love it, Eds, you feel so fucking good!”

He stops, his heart churning as he kisses your neck, your body shining in the light with a layer of sweat coating you, the image graining itself into his head as he moves your hips up and down on himself.

“Sweetheart,” He bites down onto your shoulder, “Gonna be honest with you, yeah? I don’t think I ever actually hated you. F-fucking hell, looked forward to seeing you every day. ‘S why I always turned my music up, knew you…fuck, knew you hated it...just wanted to hear your voice,” You can slowly feel your release coming, your toes curling, back arching into him as your chest presses tightly against his, “Never hated you because…shit, think - think I’ve been in love with you this entire time.”

Your eyes widen, your arms growing tighter around his neck as he winces, wishing he never let his emotions get the best of him, especially now. But as he’s about to apologize, to blame it on the hormones, you press your cheek to his chest, never letting go of his waist as you can hear the faint thumping of his heart against your skin. It’s calming, it’s peaceful, and it’s Eddie.

“Damn you, Munson,” Your able to croak out, not even able to muster up a smile as a moan falls from your lips, “You always gotta b-beat me to it everything…fuck!” You trail off, your mouth falling open to a silent scream as your fingers stop attacking your bundle of nerves, everything crashing over you as your legs shake, screaming out his name as you come undone, gushing all around him as you slump against his body.

Eddie can’t say anything as he follows after you, the feeling of you clenching down on him enough to throw him over, forgetting everything as he comes inside, his hot cum painting your fluttering walls white as he groans into your neck, biting down on it to stop himself from saying anything more stupid.

You pant, your hot breath hitting his chest as you slowly peel yourself off on him, your mind running faster than ever before as you quickly try to regain your senses, anything that could possibly explain to you what just happened.

He’s quiet as he ducks his head down, avoiding your gaze as he quickly mutters out hurried apologies, searching the floor for your clothing as he piles them all up, his cheeks flushed a dark red as he tries to hide, not wanting to ruin anything else before it’s too late. He stops at your panties, pressing his lips to a thin line as he rubs at his eyes, massaging his forehead as you awkwardly tilt from foot to foot.

“I, um, I didn’t hate it, you know…”

He whips his head around, blushing again as he comes into view with your naked self as he averts his gaze, handing you your clothes back as you offer him a small smile at his obvious confusion.

“Your music, I didn’t hate it. I think Ozzy’s great ‘n all. Ultimate Sin’s my favorite yet…well, except for Blizzard of Ozz, but you woke me up enough to not go to school like a zombie. So thanks…for that.”

He huffs out a laugh of disbelief, his nervousness melting away in a split second almost as if he can’t believe his ears. You don’t act like it’s much though as if you hadn’t calmed his racing nerves with a single statement as you tug your shorts back on, his cum seeping through the delicate material as he almost goes feral at the sight of you keeping himself inside of you. He watches as you opt to forget your bra as you pull your shirt over your shoulder, looking more gorgeous than ever before in the afterglow of being fucked.

“You know Ozzy?”

Your head pops up, your lips pulled into a cute frown as your brows furrow together at his question.

“Of course I know Ozzy. Went to his concert a couple of years ago.” You rub at your nose, heating up as you feel some of his cum still on your cheek.

Eddie rushes over, giving you another apology as he fishes out his shirt, wiping your face clean, not missing the bubbly smile you give him as he looks down. It’s a tender moment, a far cry from your heated ones that would ever lead to such a scenario. But you guess that there was a fine line between love and hate and you guess the two of you had just strolled right past it.

“What?” He asks, stopping for a second. You nudge at his palm with your cheek, wanting him to continue as you go to fix his hair for him, detangling some of it with your fingers as you move it out of his face, beaming when you can see his eyes once again.

“I don’t hate you either, Munson…” You grip at his wrist, pressing a delicate kiss to the inside of it as he almost melts, “Kinda like you too.”

His face falls for a second, wondering if this was your sort of cruel rejection as you giggled at his obvious reaction, pulling him in by the chain of his necklace as you run your hands freely through his hair.

“But I think I’d be able to love you if you do something for me.”

The shirt drops from his hands as he comes up to hold your face, a hopeful smile on his face as he nods, playful nudging at your nose with his as you laugh at the feeling of his hair tickling the skin of your neck.

“Anything sweetheart, name it and I’ll do it.”

And even if you asked him to balance the world on his shoulder he’d attempt to. If you told him to buzz off all his hair he’d do it, just for you. He’d get your name tattooed wherever you wanted. He’d stop smoking if you wanted, though he knew it’d take time and a lot of patience, he’d do it, he’d do anything if you asked him to.

But you smile, your hands scrawled out on his bare chest as you cheekily grin.

“I want you to take me out on a date. It’s our last summer together Munson, and I don’t think it’s very gentleman-y of you to fuck a girl and not take her out on a date, hm?”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes as he kisses your lips, the gesture gentle and sweet as he holds you like you’re the universe, the stars that light up galaxies to come because you are, you’re the light of his life and the thing that keeps him wondering if soulmates really do exist.

“You’re right sweetheart,” He pulls at your necklace, a little bit surprised that it didn’t break as he cocked his head to the side, “So…where do you want to go?”

You squeak, eyes widening in surprise at how willing he was as you shrugged, glancing at the door as you asked, “Now?”

He nodded, pulling on his boxers and pants as he looked at you from over his shoulder.

“Well… like you said, it’s our last summer. What do you want, ice cream or bowling?”

You grin shyly, shrugging your shoulder as you hold up his shirt to him as he kisses your forehead in appreciation.

“Eddie,” You murmur, “I literally have your cum leaking out of me…I can barely stand and...” You trial off, knowing that it wasn’t much of an excuse for him as he gives you a playful grin. He kisses your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin, wanting to savor this moment forever because he never truly thought it happen.

“Ice cream it is, sweetheart."

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