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There was nothing like being at one of Eddie’s shows, watching the man rock out on his guitar while the whole crowd is captivated by him. It was as if he had the whole world at a standstill while his fingers plucked at the strings, and you couldn’t help but watch him with all the adoration in your eyes from the side of the stage.
He played in such a way that had people fawning over him, girls getting so close to the stage to try and be noticed by him, boys dancing and acting just like him as he stomped around the stage while he threw his head back and forth. Every song was a new dream, every lyric a new chant, and soon the concert had passed you by and the band were coming off the stage.
Eddie went straight for you, gathering him in your arms with the biggest grin you’d ever seen and that glimmer in his eyes you loved so much. He couldn’t help but kiss you, even if all his bandmates groaned around him, but he didn’t care. With his hands on your waist and chest pressed against yours, he wasn’t letting you go any time soon. This was his moment, his reward for playing so well, and he wasn’t missing a single second of it.
“Hey, Eddie, you coming to the party at Mark’s tonight?” One of his band mates came up to Eddie and swung an arm over his shoulder. “C’mon man, bring your babe and let’s party.”
You knew Eddie was tempted, could see it in his eyes that he liked the idea of partying with his friends, getting drunk off cheap beer, and lording it over as the frontman of the band. But he made his decision as soon as he looked at you, eyes filled with a heat he just knew he had to get a fill of.
“Maybe later dude, you guys go have fun though.” With that, Eddie was pulling you away from the rest of the band and dragging you away to the back of the building and out the door.
“You know, if you really want to, you can go to the party.” Eddie pulls open the back doors of his van, which is hiding in a dark part of the carpark, revealing the surprisingly clean interior, with sleek leather seats and black shiny paint.
“I know I could, doll. But honestly, I’d rather spend tonight. Plus, if I remember correctly, you promised me a gift after the show.” You let out a laugh, knowing how this night was already going to go down.
“Well, then, Eddie Munson, you want your gift?” He nods eagerly and doesn’t even wince when you push him into the back of the van, letting him get adjusted against one of the walls. “Then you better listen to me, pretty boy. I’m in charge tonight, okay?”
He’s nodding again, reaching for you with a look of so much love on his face that it nearly makes you melt. But you bat his hands away and dodge his kiss when he leans in. You push him back against the body of the van, hand on his chest and nails digging in slightly.
“I need words, baby, otherwise everything stops now. Are you ready to behave?” Eddie swallows the excited lump in his throat but answers you firmly.
“Yes, please doll.” You’re happy with that answer, and after you got comfortable in your position between Eddie’s spread legs, you strip yourself of your jacket, revealing a sheer t-shirt that had Eddie admiring you right away.
He’d always liked your breasts, always thought they were the perfect shape and size for him to leave small bite marks on and grip with his hands, and now he couldn’t look away. But you didn’t mind, secretly you were always flattered. So when he reached out to touch you above the shirt, you didn’t stop your already needy boyfriend. You were his reward after all.
“You want me to kiss you, baby boy? Yeah?” He’s nodding again, and you don’t hesitate to press your lips against his finally, in a kiss that he’s been dreaming about for ages now. It’s firm and fast and sloppy and just what he was hoping for. Your hand is in his hair, and like always, you’re gently tugging at the strands, making him moan pitifully against your mouth.
He was always so easy to rile up, push a few buttons and already he wants you in his arms. But sometimes it’s fine to take time, to tease him a little and leave him a begging mess, and that’s exactly what you planned to do tonight.
Eddie whined when your lips left his lips and travelled down his neck, sucking against his pulse point harshly, leaving marks that you know he’ll love. His hands are on your waist, holding you tightly so you can’t move away, but you both know he’ll let go the second you want him to. And he does, when you help him take off his shirt and leather jacket, throwing them to the other side of the van. He’s not expecting you to pay so much attention to his chest, doesn’t expect the cool chill of the metal of your necklaces against his skin either, but he’s in heaven when your teeth latch around his nipple and give it a soft tug, an action that makes him keen into you.
“Oh, doll, fuck baby.” Eddie’s whining softly, making you grin against his skin. He wants you to go faster, nearly begs you to, but you both know that you’re in control tonight, and it’s never been more certain when you take his hands off your waist and put them over his head.
“Listen up, baby. I’m going to give you your reward now, and if you play nice, you might earn something special. But if not…well, maybe I’ll make you go to that party, hard as a rock inside these very tight jeans. Understand, Eddie?” You watch him, making sure he understands the implications, and he stares right back at you, hands where you put them and chest littered with bruises and harsh red marks from your nails.
“I understand. Now please, doll, do something.” Eddie bucks his hips up then, jostling you slightly from your position on his lap, but you’re not done talking.
“Hey, you can wait another thirty seconds, Munson. Now, what’s your colour?” The colour system wasn’t anything new to the two of you, and even if Eddie didn’t think it was needed tonight, you still wanted that extra bit of security in case it did get too much for him.
“Green.” You nod, accepting his answer, and then you lean in to kiss him again, soft and slow to start. Eddie loves kisses like this, loves when you take your time with him and pour all the love and affection you have for him into a kiss. But what he doesn’t know is that you’re only trying to distract him, undoing the buttons of his jeans and slowly pulling down the zipper.
Eddie gasps loudly against your lips when you get your hand on his cock, already hard and red and smacking against his stomach with a sightly wet sound. He throws his head back against the wall, seeking some kind of relief from the hell you’re about to put him through, but seconds later, his eyes are back on you and his cock.
“Ohhh, what’s this? Did I get you all riled up, baby? Do you need me to make it better? Need me to let you come?” Eddie’s nodding furiously, watching as you leaned down to spit on the tip of his cock, using it as lube so you could run your hand over him.
He’s moaning loudly, not caring if anyone hears the two of you, and you chuckle darkly when he groans and drops his head down when you play with the slit. You take him in your mouth then, hot and wet and perfect for him. He can’t help but buck his hips up, but you take it in your stride, swallowing around him and letting your tongue travel up the vein.
Eddie’s being such a good boy, so loud and responsive for you, and not once has he let his hands move from their position. You didn’t expect him to be so good, so perfect for you. And as you take him down deeper, you look up to watch him in ecstasy, eyes shut tight and his hands forming fists. He’s trying so hard not to come too early, wanting the moment to last a bit longer, but you don’t mind.
“Fuck, doll, I swear to god, I’m so close.” He’s muttering now, and when you dig your nails into his waist just like he always loves, his hips lift until you’re choking on his cock. He’s in such bliss as spit falls from your mouth and tears well up in your eyes as you take him deep, filling your nostrils with his scent of musky cologne and cheap cigarettes he always keeps in the van.
You pull your mouth away from him then, and when you move to kiss him, he lets you willingly, your hand coming up to tug on his hair and his pre-cum and your spit covering your lips. It’s never been so dirty between you, but Eddie’s loving it, bucking his hips up repeatedly to get some sort of friction on his aching cock that’s now being neglected.
“Here’s what's going to happen, pretty boy. I’m gonna finish sucking you off, then I’m going to make you cum again and let you fuck me, and then, to finish the night off, you can do whatever you want to me. Sound good?” Eddie’s nearly going delirious as you list out your plan, but he’s nodding his head again, eyes wide and jaw slack when your hand lands back on his cock. He’s muttering soft “yes’s” into the warm air of the van, so you know he got the picture, and you don’t hesitate to start sucking him again, fingers biting into the skin of his thighs so he stays still.
It only takes a few more minutes, and you knew Eddie was trying to hold it in. But you weren’t going to let him, and after running your tongue over the slit one more time and pinching his nipple, he’s cumming into your mouth, hips bucking up erratically and choking you slightly.
You swallow it all down to the bewilderment of Eddie, who looks at you like you’re some type of devil come down to bless him with some type of hellish miracle, and Eddie breaks his promise then and drags you to him.
He’s kissing like he’s on fire, lips half missing yours in his desperation to taste you, taste his cum on your tongue and the orange balm you always put on your lips, and for a moment you can’t breathe, dizzy as his hands wander your body. Eddie strips you of your shirt and bra without a second thought, and tears your jeans from your body, much to your surprise.
“I’ll buy you new ones, promise.” And then he’s got you on his lap, and when his fingers touch your very neglected core to make sure you’re ready to take him, he whimpers, fingers glistening with juices that have soaked through your underwear. “Doll…I-...you’re going to ruin me one of these days.”
“Get on with it, Munson, I don’t have all night to wait, you want to make me cum or not?” Eddie’s got that glimmer in his eyes that you know means trouble, but you’re too sick of waiting. But luckily Eddie doesn’t have to be asked twice, because after rolling on a condom (because as much as he’s a rule-breaker, he doesn’t want to get you knocked up just yet) he’s grabbing your hips and sinking you onto him.
It’s pure ecstasy, and as you adjust to his size, you’re biting down on his shoulder, leaving teeth-shaped marks on his pale skin that he’ll treasure. He’s watching you, making sure you’re okay and when you nod and squeeze his bicep, he lets a small smirk escape before he’s fucking up into you, watching you bounce on his cock and whining into his neck.
Eddie’s so sensitive, already rock hard again even if he only came minutes ago, but he’s determined to get you off first. He’s tugging at your nipples, cold rings blissfully stinging against your skin as he leans in and sucks a mark to the crook of your neck.
You’re so wet, dripping down your thighs and onto his cock, and his hands are pressing down so hard on your thighs that the patterns of his rings are leaving indents on your skin, bruising. It makes you so much wetter, being marked by your boy, and when Eddie sucks on your nipple a final time, suddenly you’re coming, back arching and tightening around him.
You’re gasping for air, eyes wide and wet as the pleasure hits you in waves, shaking your body right to the core while Eddie keeps fucking up into you, watching you in awe as your eyes close and your hands go for his neck, fingers tightening against his pulse point. Eddie’s gone then too, yelling loudly as he pumps into you and spills his cum into the condom, breathing heavy and holding you tight against his chest. You’ve slumped against him, sweaty bodies pressing together, and for a moment all you can do is laugh.
“Hell, pretty boy, who knew you come make me cum like that.” Eddie is still keening at the praise, even if he has nearly fucked your brains out and is now covered in cum, eyes deep and watching your every move. He smiles like he’s in a dream, kissing up your neck and cheek to help you come down, but when you push away from him gently, he furrows his brow. “Hey, I’m okay, you did good, baby boy, I promise. But I do remember promising you can do whatever you want to me now.”
“A…Anything?” He nearly goes crazy at the endless thoughts running through his brain, but when he sees your juices dripping down his thighs from where you’ve just cum, he knows instantly what he wants. And without a word or a clue to you, he’s got you on your back, body flat against the floor of the van and the blankets that softened you from the harsh metal.
Suddenly he’s a man starved as if he hasn’t just cum twice and made you cum once, and before you know it, he’s got his mouth on you, making you shriek in shock. He dives in, giving you no chance to breathe, and you can feel him licking against your clit, vibrations sending sparks into your core again. It’s nearly too much for you, you nearly want to push him off but then he looks up at you from between your legs and those big brown eyes do you in, melting into his touch.
You’re silent, so tired and nearly at the end of your tether, but Eddie doesn’t mind, he can feel you reacting against his mouth, getting wetter again as he crooks a finger into and rubs his fingertip against your walls. He’s urging you on, a hunger in his eyes you’ve never seen before, and like always, he’s being your perfect good boy, grabbing your hand to ground the both of you to the moment.
Finally, after the waves of pleasure broke against you, you were cumming. In fact, for the first time, your cum was squirting out of you, soaking Eddie’s face and your thighs. He pulls away from you then, making sure you don’t get too oversensitive and he holds you tightly as you shake from the aftershocks that rack your body, and he can’t speak, too entranced by the picture of you shaking against the floor of the van in pleasure. You’re squeezing the hand that grips yours, pulling him to you in need, and he comes willingly, lying down next to you and kissing you delicately.
It takes a while for both of you to come down, pleasure slowly fading into a pleasant hum as you lie with your head on his chest, arms slung over his waist and his hand holding you tightly. That’s when he gets out the cigarettes, lights one quickly and takes it into his mouth. He knows he should quit the dirty things, but he can’t, just like he can’t quit you.
“You know, I think that reward was very much deserved, Munson.” He laughs as you look up from him, cigarette teetering between his lips.
“Oh yeah? Well, aren’t I the luckiest boy in Hawkins?” He kisses you then and wraps the two of you in the warm blankets that cover the van floor. “Got the prettiest doll by my side, just had the best sex of my life, and played the biggest show so far.”
“Best sex of your life, huh? And guess who’s to thank for that, lucky boy?” Eddie grins down at you, pinching your side teasingly. But he kisses you sweet and soft again, cupping your cheek with his free hand.
“Thank you, doll. Now, let’s get dressed so I can drive us back to the trailer.” He’s putting his shirt back on then and fumbling slightly with his jeans. “I’ve got the rest of the night to repay you, and I’m not letting that go.”
You loved Eddie Munson and the chaotic character that he was. With those long brown locks and deep brown eyes, you knew you’d be in the palm of his hand for the rest of existence. But sometimes you could take that control back, make him beg for you, and on those nights, the both of you knew how lucky the both of you were, even if Eddie nicknamed himself “lucky boy”.