Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

The Morning After

Y/N POV
Saturday, September 7, 1985.

"Y/n!" My dad called thorough my door, knocking lightly. I cracked my eyes open, keeping them squinted as they slowly adjusted to the bright light emitting from my window. I moved to sit up but something heavy resting on my waist stopped me. My heart nearly fell out of my ass as I peered down at the arm wrapped around me. Eddie Munson is in my bed. I had sex with Eddie Munson and now he's in my fucking bed. I could have sworn that was a dream. My eyes darted to my doorknob and I cursed myself when I saw I didn't lock my door again before falling asleep. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that my dad wouldn't try to come into my room. "Honey, are you awake?"

"Yes, Dad." I shakily called back, trying way too hard to sound normal. "I'm awake."

"I'm going to Uncle Christopher's to watch the game. Call the house if you need anything." My dad replied, backing away from the door. I held my breath as I listened to him make his way down the stairs and out the door. The front door finally slammed shut behind him and I exhaled in relief. I opened my eyes again, looking at the time on my bedside clock. 12:14pm, aka well past the time I should've gotten up. I tried to shake free of Eddie's grip so I could get out of bed, but it was like his arm was made of iron.

"Eddie," I said gently, shaking his arm as I tried to wake him. Eddie groaned quietly, slightly stirring as he tightened his clasp around me and pulled me closer to his chest. I grimaced as I shimmied around under his arm, attempting to roll over. After a ridiculously long struggle, I was able to roll onto my side and face him. I placed my palm on his cheek as I admired his sweet sleeping face, delicately illuminated by the sunlight peeking through my sheer curtains. I smiled at his long eyelashes resting on his rosy cheeks before slapping them lightly.

"Wake up, Eddie. It's time to get up," I said between slaps on his cheeks. He scowled while keeping his eyes squeezed shut, pushing my hands away from his face. He opened his eyes after a short moment, his scowl melting away when his eyes fell onto my face.

"Hi," Eddie whispered, kissing me gently before balancing on his arm to
peer over me to check the time. He then sat up fully, reaching his hands over his head as he stretched. I bit my lip as I watched his back muscles flex.

"So last night was uh..." He said in a gruff voice, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at me sheepishly. His morning voice would have made me feral if it weren't for the awkward atmosphere presently forming between us.

"Something." I finished his sentence with a slight chuckle, sitting up and covering my naked chest with the comforter.

"Yeah," Eddie nodded, looking away from me and out the window. A tense overtone  cloaked the room as we hit a lull in the conversation. I racked my brain for anything to say but came up with nothing. Cosmo doesn't really tell you what you're supposed to say to your friend after you've just fucked them. After a minute, my stomach growled loudly, breaking the silence. We both broke out in laughter. "Hungry?"

"Very," I chuckled, slightly embarrassed by the ungodly sound my tummy just produced.

"Well, good news for you, I'm a magnificent cook." Eddie slapped my thigh playfully before getting out of bed and grabbing his jeans. I shot him a skeptical look. The kid wears the same outfit three days in a row most of the time, he's not really leaving me with high expectations of his ability to be a functioning adult.

"Mhm, sure." I jibed at him. "And my tits are real."

"What?" Eddie froze in front of me and dropped his jeans. His hands slowly crept up to his own chest with a bewildered look on his face. "But, they felt so real."

"I'm messing with you, fool." I snickered, throwing a pillow at his head. It narrowly missed him as he ducked out of the way at the last second. He ran a hand through his messy mane before pulling his jeans over his long legs. I allowed myself to stare at him as he looked down to button them, mesmerized at the sight of him only in his tight, dark jeans. His big brown eyes met mine, snapping me out of my transfixion. I blushed faintly and ripped the covers off of me. "Make me breakfast, won't you?"