Stranger Things SMUTs and FLUFFs!!

I Could Teach You a Thing, or Two

Dom!Eddie Munson/ Sub!male reader
CW: ⚠️18+ | Minors DNI⚠️

"So you're mum's outta town?" Eddie chimed, tucking his hands into trouser pockets. The bustling crowd dispersed around them; kids rushing home for the weekend or groups of your classic high school cliques making plans for the days ahead.

"Yeah, for a week." Y/n nodded back, throwing his head back as the spring heat beat against his skin. Probably wasn't the smartest idea to come dressed in winter clothes, he grumbled to himself, stripping off his jacket so that the breeze would cool his arms.

"Jesus, Eddie. Dude, when the fuck are you gonna get out of this place?" Y/n couldn't help but be grumpy- it was so lame having to wait for his best friend to finish a full day of school before they could meet up. Not to mention the man couldn't stop going on about school work. He always had an earful of complaints.

"Hey, where did that come from?" Eddie pouted- forever theatrical. "I'm trying my best, okay? Besides... you'd be glad to know that I aced my drama test today." His grin lit up the street something bright as the two of them waltzed toward Y/n's house. Taking a swig of his soda, the graduate took out his keys and welcomed Eddie into the home.

"Well congrats, buddy. Now try doing that for your finals." His sarcasm was blatant. 'Blatantly annoying.' Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Have a seat. I'm just gonna take a piss." Y/n would say before locking the door and leaving to the bathroom.

Soon, Munson was taking a drink from Y/n's can, left invitingly on the coffee table. Finally, something refreshing. The heat outside was unlike any other in Hawkins history, and Eddie, with his need for a fashion statement, was hoping the wave would soon pass, so he could be back in action with all that heavy duty metal shit.

Just like Y/n had, Munson peeled off his leather jacket and flung it over the sofa.
When Y/n returned, he was lying longways across the couch.

"Back." He chirped, having returned with a much more fitting outfit: some worn tank top featuring one of their favourite bands' insignia, and a pair of flimsy sports shorts.
Eddie peeped over the settee to take a look...

Yeah, that was pretty hot.

Not the attire per se. A much nice sight was the way Y/n's thighs flexed beneath the blue fabric and how his broad shoulders rippled with the swing of each arm.

'Ok, L/n. Don't get me all excited, Jesus.' Eddie wasn't exactly known for being swooned by others, especially when it came to men (or atleast he hoped not.) But it was always there. When Y/n was there. And he thanked God no one had said anything about it.

Y/n took a seat by the Eddie's feet- forcing his trainers down to make room for himself. And forcing them down with a pair of toned biceps that pulsed ever so slightly with that nudge. Well, he was asking for it now. Tugging on heart strings that shouldn't be played with (though Y/n had been fucking Eddie up for years now.)

"Sorry, big boy. Is your mamma gonna get all worked up by a mud stain?" Eddie smirked, pulling himself back up with his pure abdominal strength; Y/n had always pondered where his friend could have gotten abs. All the man did was smoke weed in his uncle's caravan and play fantasy games with a group of slobs.

"Yeah actually, she probably would." Came the chuckle Y/n often had when in Munson's company. It was nice- knowing that someone had a quirk kept for only his ears.

Eddie decided he wanted to test some waters that day. By then, the two were very much acquainted with one another- knowing their habits, and anticipating them, as if by instinct. But there was a nervousness in Y/n's posture that Eddie couldn't let go unnoticed.