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pairing: Virgin!Eddie Munson x Mean Girl!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Drugs, Taunting, Oral (M Receiving), PiV Sex Word Count: 2,092

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The steady crunch of dead leaves beneath two pairs of shoes echo out into the otherwise quiet forest that surrounds and permeates Hawkins. When you reach the familiar, small clearing that contains an old, wooden picnic table, you hoist yourself up to sit on the tabletop and watch as Eddie stops to lean against the trunk of a nearby tree.

“Have you ever fucked anyone out here?”

“What?” Eddie’s response is immediate though, quite frankly, he isn’t entirely sure he heard you correctly.

“Have you,” you start again, this time slower to let the words sink in as you toy with the edge of the cheerleading uniform you don, “ever fucked someone out here?”

Eddie swallows and casts his gaze elsewhere, suddenly finding the canopy of the forest real interesting, much more so than the topic at hand. “What’s it to you,” he asks with as nonchalant of a shrug as he can muster. When he’s met with only silence, he risks a glance in your direction.

Your lips are pursed in thought and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him that the skirt of your uniform has been hiked just a little bit higher. “I was just wondering,” you say, allowing the words to tumble from your lips carelessly, “if I would be your first.”

He nearly chokes on the very air that he is inhaling. You can’t know. Surely this isn’t happening.

“My first?” He arches a brow, forcing out a snort of indignance. “Sweetheart, you’re hardly my first.”

“Is that so?”

There’s a challenging tone to your response and it makes him uneasy. He’ll never live it down, if you find out the truth. You’re mean, ruthless—you’ve embarrassed people for less, he knows. He cannot possibly let you know that he’s—

“What?” He knows that he’s missed the first portion of your statement, but he thought he’d heard her name.

“Chrissy,” you reply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “She talks about you at practice, like an annoying amount. I assume you’ve had her out here…”

There is a wickedness to the smirk that curls your lips, daring Eddie to divulge any and all titillating details of any and all encounters he may have had (or not) with Chrissy.

“I haven’t— I mean w-we haven’t.” Fuck, he’s stammering, caught off guard by your insinuation and your probing. It was a mistake, coming here with you, he knows.

“No?” Eddie watches as your head angles to the side, like you’re taking in this information and processing just what precisely it means.

Forcing himself to regain his composure and put an end to all of this before he can get caught more firmly in whatever little web you’re laying down, he pushes himself away from the tree and steps towards where you sit on the table. “I thought you came here for weed.”

“I did,” you reply quickly. “But…”

Of course there’s a but, he thinks to himself. There’s always a but.

“You see, I’m out of money.” Once he’s close enough, you reach for him, walking your fingers up along the hardened planes of his stomach and chest. “I was really hoping there was some other way I could pay.”

A single brow lifts as you simultaneously drop your hand down to the black leather belt that wraps around Eddie’s hips. You’ve barely begun to pull the strap free from the belt buckle before he slaps your hand away, now taking a step back to distance himself.

“If you want weed then I’ll need mon—”

“Are you a virgin?”

The question catches him off guard and sends Eddie reeling. Fuck. Fuck, I should have known we would get here. You’re too damn nosy, too damn wicked to let a topic like this go.

“What?!” His voice cracks, only further deepening your suspicions; he can tell by the way that your eyes narrow and your lips curl into an even more devious expression, if such a thing were possible.

“You are…aren’t you?” There is a palpable interest in your tone and it’s only now that Eddie’s noticed you’ve hiked your skirt up so far that the fabric of the panties you wear are exposed for his viewing pleasure.

Quickly, he averts his eyes just as he’d done earlier, this time as an unbearable heat spreads across his face, reaching up to the tips of his ears.

“Don’t be shy,” you coax, your own gaze falling to the front of Eddie’s jeans, where his unspoken want is impressively evident. “You want to impress Chrissy, don’t you?”

I know what this is, he thinks to himself, you’re taunting me.

Eddie’s jaw ticks visibly with silent agitation, but eventually, his eyes slide back to where you are, watching as your legs part further and your fingers toy with the fabric between your legs to produce a growing wet, dark patch.

Fuck, you’re right and he knows it, and goddammit, he hates that you do; hates that you have this all figured out in that pretty head of yours.

“That’s what I thought,” you say, as if able to read his thoughts. “The last thing you’ll do is impress her if you have no practice. The second you get inside of her, you’ll shoot off like a rocket,” you tease. “But…a little practice never hurt…”

“I don’t have a condom,” Eddie shoots back, his head swimming with disbelief that this exchange is really happening.

“I do.” He watches as you pull your hand away from yourself and reach behind you for your purse, pulling a small foil packet from one of the interior compartments. “C’mere.” Shoving the bag aside, you slide off of the picnic table and as Eddie nears where you are, you drop down to your knees, leaves crunching beneath you.

He pauses, hesitant with your current position, but after a brief round of beckoning and your hands on his hips, urging him closer, he complies. The buckle of his belt jingles, the heavy metal falling to the ground along with the leather strap and quickly, you undo his jeans, pushing the dark denim down until his cock springs free.

It’s impressive, you come to find out; so pretty and pink, thick and long with prominent veins lining the length of him. A shame he’s never had the pleasure of using it on anyone else, you think to yourself…but then again, this may very well be the best kept secret in Hawkins and, if you have any say in it, it will stay that way.

Rooted in place, Eddie’s head tipped down and his curly hair framing his face, he watches in astonishment as your tongue lolls out to trace the underside of the head of his cock. It pulses with interest in your hand and against your tongue, eliciting a satisfied smile from you as Eddie grunts at the contact. You pull away momentarily to tear the foil packet with your teeth, keeping one hand firmly wrapped around the base of his cock. Spitting the foil sliver aside, allowing it to get lost in the leaves of the forest floor, you return your attention to Eddie, slipping your mouth over his length and taking in as much of him as you’re able to.

His head lifts and then drops back, eyes squeezing shut tightly as his hips involuntarily push forward, accidentally gagging you in the process. “Ohhh shhhhhiiiiit,” he sighs, the feeling of your throat constructing around the head nearly too much for him.

Simultaneously, his hips pull away just as you do the same, his cock slipping free of your mouth. “Fuck. I’m sorry,” he begins to apologize, though you’re quick to stop him.

“You didn’t hurt me, Munson, relax.”

Discarding the remainder of the foil, you expertly roll the condom down the length of Eddie’s cock before rising back up onto your feet. You turn your back to him, hands disappearing briefly beneath your skirt as you hook your thumbs into the elastic waistband of your panties, sliding them down and off, and discarding them also before hoisting yourself back up onto the picnic table.

Eddie closes the distance just as you lie back against the wooden tabletop, legs spread and glistening pussy on display all for him. The tip of his cock bumps eagerly against your slick hole, eliciting a soft moan to fall freely from your lips.

“Go ahead,” you encourage him breathlessly. “Fill me up and fuck me, Eddie.”

Fuck, he doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more erotic statement. Sure there were the porn tapes he’s seen and gotten off too many times before, but here and now he learns there’s nothing better than hearing his name in this context.

He pushes in slowly at first, his groan commingling with your moan as the head of his cock is welcomed into your tight, warm cunt. Your legs lift to wrap around his waist and without warning, you tighten and pull, sending Eddie surging forward, his cock pushing in as far as it can go as he catches himself from falling on top of you entirely. A mischievous giggle bubbles up from your throat, the vibration it sends along his cock along with the incessant squeeze and release of your pussy is almost too much to bear.

His head drops forward between your breasts and he squeezes his eyes shut once again, focusing on his breathing in hopes of staving off his impending orgasm. You leave him be—for now—opting to run your fingers through his soft curls.

“You can move,” you say, your tone now much softer than before.

“Can’t,” Eddie pants, desperate to last. He’s barely been inside of you—he’d never live it down if he came now.

“Eddie.” Slowly, he lifts his head and opens his eyes to look at you, a pinkish hue dusting across his face. “You can. I want you to cum for me, even if it’s now. Want you to tell me how good this pussy is—”

“It is,” he gasps as he gives a tentative rock of his hips.

“Yeah?” Your hands lift to frame his face as you lift from the table slightly to bring your lips to his. Moan after moan tumbles from your mouth in between the kisses you exchange.

Eddie nods slightly in reply, groaning in tandem with the noises that you make. “Yeah. Fuck.”

“You gonna cum for me?”

The wood of the picnic table squeaks and groans in protest of the sudden quickening of Eddie’s movements; a silent reply to the question posed.

“Eddie, look at me.” He lifts his gaze to look at your face as you continue to hold his in your own. “Don’t want you to pull out, okay,” you request through shaky breaths. “Want to feel you.”

He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t, but…he’s got the condom and that’ll keep him—you—safe…

“Fuck,” he whispers, taking the opportunity to steal another kiss from you. “Okay. Okay.”

It’s sensory overload in all the best ways, he finds: the way your moans grow progressively louder the harder he snaps his hips into yours, how your limbs tense and your pussy tightens around him when you cum. It isn’t long until Eddie follows, tipped over the edge by every little thing until he releases a guttural groan that echoes loudly into the forest. For once, he’s grateful for the privacy.

The two of you remain in place a little while longer, catching your respective breaths.

“Not bad for a first time,” you remark with a smirk.

“Er, thanks,” he replies hesitantly as he finally pushes himself up and off of you. He turns his back to you, now focused on ridding himself of the spent condom whilst allowing you the privacy of getting decent once more. “About the stash—”

“I don’t want your weed, Eddie.”

With everything now back in place save for the belt which lies by your feet, Eddie turns back to face you with a look of bewilderment. “You don’t?”

You reach for the belt and step towards him, offering the leather to him with a shake of your head. “No. But I do want to come back. Same time tomorrow?”

I’m a strange twist of fate, Eddie discovers that he’s looking forward to your visit. Hell, he’d even welcome many more if they all share the same outcome. You hand off the belt and gift him a wink before turning around and gathering your things.

As he watches you walk away, waving goodbye over your shoulder, he finds himself thinking that perhaps you aren’t so bad after all…

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