𝑮𝑹𝑬𝒀 - Eddie Munson [2]

TWO

TWO|EDDIE MUNSON

The sun had quickly set over Hawkins, a roaring engine allowing everyone in the trailer park to hear her coming. Bernadette parked her car beside Eddie's van, noticing the boy now stood in the doorway of his trailer.

"Thanks for this, Eds." Bernadette exhaustedly walked towards the smiling boy, stopping in front of him. "I knew you would be my hero."

"Are you okay?" Eddie led her into the trailer, noticing the distraught look in her eyes. "Are you sure you want something?"

"Being back is harder than I thought." She shrugged it off, hugging her arms. "I just need something to help me forget or distract me."

"You want a hug?" He offered, opening his arms with a goofy expression on his face. She hesitated momentarily, noticing the genuine look of comfort in his eyes.

"Yes." Birdie nodded with a pout, instantly walking into his arms. She let her guard down, questioning what made this boy so special that after one day she was already seeking comfort in his hold.

"I'll go find it if you want to take a seat." He let her go, walking off to find his supply while she looked around at the messy decor. She wandered past him, entering what seemed to be his bedroom.

He leaned his back against the wall, watching her as she slowly wandered around his room, admiring the messy state he had left it in.

"Playboy?" Birdie chuckled as she looked down at magazine, spotting it open on a half naked woman in a cheerleader outfit. "If I had known I would of come in my old uniform."

"You weren't supposed to see that." Eddie scrambled over to the magazine, closing it and throwing it across the room. He paused once her words sank in, a smirk forming on his lips as he titled his head, waiting for her next move.

"Decoration or fun?" Her fingers stroked the hand cuffs hanging from the wall, a smirk playing on her lips as she raised a brow at him, feeling a sudden sense of confidence.

"Would you like to find out?" Her smirk was all he needed to pounce forwards, his lips on hers as he pinned her against the wall. His hand gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head while he used his other hand to trail a finger down her waist, resting on her hip with a tight grasp. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, sweetheart."

"I want you." Birdie moaned out, gasping as his lips moved down her neck, sucking on the skin above her collarbone.

"Beg me, princess." Eddie demanded, smirking against her skin when he heard her sigh with frustration.

"Please, Eddie." She begged him, pushing her hips against his.

He captured her lips once more, reaching down and grabbing her thighs, lifting her up as he carried her to the bed. Her back hit the soft mattress, cool metal around her wrist trapping her down.

Eddie dragged his finger back down her body, slipping it into her hot core. She moved her hips against his fingers, grinding to his rhythm as she sought her own pleasure.

"Lie on your stomach." He ordered, his playful voice long gone as he stared down at her, removing his coat and shirt. Birdie quickly did as she was told, gasping as she felt him lift her ass in the air.

A sharp whack fell against her ass cheeks leaving a red print. She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes widening as he stared at her proudly. He brought his hand down again, smirking as she moaned in response.

Eddie sucked his thumb, slipping it into her entrance and chuckling at how wet she was for him. He unbuckled his belt, dropping his jeans down his legs as he pulled himself out of his boxers. He fisted himself, looking over the sight before him as she whimpered needily.

"Please, Eddie." She begged, pulling against the chains desperately. "Please, fuck me."

"If that is what my princess wants." He dragged his tip along her folds, gently pressing himself inside her wet core. He was gentle at first, making sure she was comfortable before picking up his speed.

His hands groped her red ass, slapping it as she rocked herself against him. Each slap brought another wave of moans as opened her legs wider, desperately wanting more.

"Good girl." He rubbed his hand over her bright red cheek, enjoying the pleasure she was feeling from his actions.

"Fuck, Eddie." She moaned out as he drew circles on her clit, his speed never slowing as she clenched around him.

"Louder." He demanded, slapping his hand on her ass cheek. "Let all of Hawkins know who made you this way. Who made the big bad cheerleader a moaning mess."

"Eddie." She screamed out, her body starting to fall down with exhaustion as tears of pleasure fell down her cheeks.

"Cum on my cock, sweetheart." Eddie groaned into her ear, his hand gripping her hip tightly as he felt her tighten around him. Her moans became incoherent as she screamed his name, her orgasm hitting her hard. "Just like that, sweetheart."

"Eddie." Birdie glanced over her shoulder, looking at him through hazy eyes. "I want you to cum deep in me."

"Fuck." He cursed, his thrusts becoming quick as he met his release, thrusting deep inside her as he moaned her name over and over.

Her back hit the soft mattress, a sigh leaving her lips as euphoria clouded her mind. His hand reached out, pushing the stray hairs off her sweaty forehead as he sat beside her. He chuckled to himself as he stared down at her exhausted state, smirking as he remembered he was the one that made her like that.

"Definitely not for decoration." She breathed out, finally looking up at the boy with a satisfied smile.