"You Really Screwed Up This Time, Carver..." - Eddie Munson x Y/N Story

2. The Best Hawkins High Party, Ever.

TW - Smut! Sex, swearing.

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The make out session on the porch got steamy to say the least. I couldn't stop my hands exploring Eddie's body as his did with mine. The music got even louder as, did the chatter and cheering from inside the diner, reminding me we were sat publicly on the porch vulnerable to discovery to literally anyone. "W-we can't do this here!", I panted as Eddie peppered my neck with soft kisses,
"I have an idea..." he replied, still nibbling at the soft skin on my neck. He stood up and held out his hand for me to take hold of, guiding me behind the diner to the old kitchen entrance. He cracked open the door, just enough to see that there was nobody to be seen before running through the door toward the bathroom, yanking me behind him. He bolted into the nearest single occupant bathroom and locked the door behind us. Stopping in the middle of the room he turned on his heels and smirked widely as he nibbled in his lower lip. I knew what this meant, what was coming next, and fuck me... I was so ready.

Like perfectly synchronised unison, we hurtled toward each other, our faces crashing together, bodies colliding. Eddie wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in tightly to him as his kiss hardened. His tongue gliding across my lower lip, requesting access, without hesitation my lips were parted and our tongues danced effortlessly together. It felt so right, like our mouths were made to fit together. Eddies hands reached down my hips and grabbed my ass, pulling lightly, signalling me to jump into him. I leapt off the ground and he held onto my ass, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he slowly walked me towards the sink counter. Resting me down so delicately, his hands moved to my hair and cheek, stroking them as he remained determined not to break the kiss. My legs never wavered from his hips, my hands travelled around his torso, grabbing lightly at the bottom hem of his Black Sabbath shirt desperate to remove it. Taking my less-than-subtle hint, he smirks against my lips before breaking the kiss briefly to allow me to rip the shirt over his head.

I watch as his gorgeous brown curls break free from the collar of the shirt and drape elegantly over his neck and shoulders again. My hands start to travel across his warm, lightly chiselled chest, grazing across his tattoos, in awe of his beautiful body. "You okay there, Carver?" he chuckles as he watches me get lost in my own fixation of his body. Shaking my head lightly and bringing my gaze back to his face, I shyly smile and blush, hard.
"Sorry. I- I just... wow!" I giggle, I can't believe this beautiful man is standing before me right now, mine to touch and kiss.
"Well, princess... only fair that I see what you have to offer..." he winks as he slides my jacket over my shoulders and down my arms, taking the thin straps of my dress with it. I pull my arms from the sleeves and straps, allowing the dress to pool at my waist. Eddie stops in complete shock and silence, mouth gaping over and eyes wide, when he notices the lack of bra.

"Holy fuck!" he mumbled glancing down at my bare breasts, slowly gliding his hands up my torso, lightly cupping a breast in each hand. I giggle coyly as his mouth remained gaping, his fingers and thumbs delicately grazing and fiddling with my perky nipples.
"Mmm" I hummed, enjoying the feeling of his warm hands on my chest, causing him to smile and blush before crashing his lips back against mine. His right hand slowly travels down my body, resting on my thigh, slowly brushing the bottom on my dress up toward my hips. He stops just before his fingers reach my clothed core, awaiting a signal that he can proceed. I nod as I melt further into his kiss, releasing the grasp my legs have around his hips. His warm calloused fingers edge so close to the centre of my clothed cunt, gliding softly up and down the dampened fabric. I feel the corners of hip lips pull into a grin once again, clearly pleased with how his kiss and touch has effected me. Still gliding his fingers across the fabric of my underwear, his lips travel down my jaw, latching onto my neck, sucking and nibbling on the soft, tender flesh. I can't help but writhe and moan against his touch.