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He fucking adored her, everything about her.
The way she effortlessly glid down the corridors, hovering above all the peasants in the school, one look from her would kill him, she could turn any mortal into stone, pun intended.
Her name was always stuck in his throat, not that they had ever spoken though. He had stolen glances from afar but honestly, Eddie was quite intimidated.
She seemed to bleed into all of the social groups, never being tied down to just one. She cheered, studied hard and floated between every stereotypical high school trope.
One day she would be sitting with the Preppy kids, touching up her lip-gloss and giggling amongst the other girls and the next day she would be swapping notes at the table of nerds, of course, everyone wondered how she did it, to fit in so easily with everyone, and sure, there were a few people that knew the truth, she was so good at talking to people because everyone wanted a piece of her.
Many nights Eddie woke in a cold sweat, having just been dreaming of her. The most salacious dreams that made his heart palpitate and flip, he often wondered if she knew his name.
That was until the day you walked up to him, emerging from the hedgerow like a deer who had just finished grazing.
"Hi" She smiled at him, eyes staring into his soul.
"Well, hello miss (Y/l/n)" his showman side coming out, just trying to cover up his nervousness.
"You're always hiding out back here" She speaks so effortlessly, crossing her arms and leaning on a tree.
"A man needs a little peace now and then, it's difficult being the coolest person in school" Eddie jokes, she giggles.
The sound of her laugh is angelic, it almost makes him lift from the floor and float towards her like she's an enticing pie in a cartoon.
"I'm Eddie by the way" He shoots a smile "I know, we've been going to the same school for years" she chuckles, and a wave of pride washes over Eddie.
"So, what brings you to my little slice of heaven?" Eddie sits down at the bench, gesturing for her to follow.
"I heard from my brother that you play the guitar? I wondered if you ever give out lessons, like tutoring? I'm willing to pay of course"
'Jesus, is this really happening' he thought to himself.
"You have heard correctly young one, however, I can't say that I'm classically trained, so if that's what you're looking for I'm afraid I can't help" his eyebrows raised as he finished his sentence
"I don't care about classical stuff, so... will you teach me?"
She's now sat opposite him, her head resting on her hand as she looks up at him through hooded eyes.
"I suppose I can" and with that she grabs Eddie's hand, scribbling down a number.
Eddie vowed never to wash his hand for as long as he lives.
That evening he rang her, it took him a while (and a few beers) to muster up the courage but he did it.
"Hey, it's Eddie... ugh- Freakshow Munson?"
"Hey, Eds! I'm so glad you called, whatcha doing?" Ed's, she called him Eds, if anyone else used that name he would be outraged, but because it was her he was thankful.
"Oh, nothing much, just got back from rescuing a little old lady from a grizzly bear, other than that I don't have very much going on" She giggled down the line, she had him smitten, smiling down the receiver.
"Well, aren't you a gentleman..." she pauses "So if you're not too busy do you think I could have my first lesson?" Her voice was breathy and hushed as if she didn't want anyone listening.
"Of course, did you want me to pick you up? It's probably better if we do the lessons here, considering all my equipment is already set up ya know" Eddie steps away from the phone for a second, hoping he didn't sound too needy.
"That makes sense" she agreed "You live in the trailer park right? I'll be there in 10 minutes, meet me outside? I don't know which trailer is yours"
Eddie waited outside for her arrival, nervously biting the skin around his thumb, he had enough time to run around his trailer, throwing all the garbage and junk into different draws and cupboards, worried that you would take one step inside his home and run back out.
It was whilst Eddie was lost in thought that she pulled up into the park, and he waves her over.
She stepped out of her car and made her way over to him.
"Hey Eddie, nice place" He watched her look around, although he assumed that she was being sarcastic her face didn't show a hint of passive aggression.
"Oh yeah, it's like Buckingham palace in this place" she just smiled, following him inside.
"Sorry about the mess" his hand rubbed the back of his neck as he kicked some dirty laundry into the corner of the trailer.
"Didn't really have time to clean up" he flashed her a wonky smile, waiting for her reply, a reply that didn't appear.
He watched her like a hawk as she looked around, her eyes darting about, it was at that moment that Eddie worried that she would see something that changed her mind about the whole thing, just as his anxiety was kicking in her voice echoed in his head.
"No, it's nice, lived in ya know?" she gathered her skirt from behind her and sat on the pull out "So? where do we start?"
Laughter bounced around the room, it had been an hour of him trying to teach her.
"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this" she giggled.
"No, it's all about practice, the more you practise the better you'll be, watch" he reached over to her and took the guitar out of her hands.
With expert skill Eddie placed the guitar over himself, he started riffing, a song that she had only heard being played by her younger brother.
During the time that he played her eyes studied his hands, the way his fingers slid up and down the neck of the instrument, applying the right amount of pressure with ease, and he made it look as easy as breathing.
She would have thought that with the number of rings that donned his hands he would have some kind of difficulty playing but she was far from wrong.
The speed that his fingers worked shook her to her core, making heat radiate from her more intimate places.
By the time he finished his little solo, she realised that she had scooted closer to him.
"Do you mind, if I just..." and with that, she picked up his hands, the guitar hung between them.
He was in awe as she turned his hands, palms facing up.
She traced his digits, feeling the callouses on the pads of his fingers.
"Does it not hurt? to play like that" she asked, still admiring his hands.
"Not really, it use to but, I suppose when you've been playing for so long you're hands grow a sort of, protective skin?"
Her hands were so much softer than his, such a lovely opposite.
Her eyes travelled up his arms, noticing his tattoos peeking out from his sleeves.
"You have tattoos?" she noted, pulling his hand closer and rolling up his sleeve, he just watched her intensely.
She traced the bats on his arms "Did they hurt?" she asked "A little" he whispered in return.
She looked up at him behind her dark lashes "Do you have any more?" he swallowed hard at the sight, nodding.
"Can I see?" his hands found their way to his collar, pulling his neckline down revealing the little dark ink.
She reached her hand out, drawing over the image with her finger, making him shudder at the sensation.
She watched the goose flesh come to life under her touch, it was at this point she seemed to be so close to him, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the tattoo.
His heart stuttered.
She reeled back from him, looking into his eyes.
"It's funny" She spoke, watching him, seeing his reaction "What?" he managed to whisper "I thought I'd be able to feel the ink under the skin" her hands go back to him, feeling where her lips just were.
"You amaze me, truly" Eddie uttered under his breath.
"How so?" she sat back slightly, letting him go entirely, still smiling warmly.
"I'm usually such a good judge of character but with you, I just don't understand you" he stared at her relentlessly, waiting for her to speak.
"Maybe that's your problem, you're always judging? some people don't want to be understood, worked out ya know?" she giggles "I like you freakshow" her voice was hardly present in the room, it all felt like a dream, Eddie was sure non of this was happening.
She leans over, Eddie stands his ground as their lips met, it gave him the same static feeling that he used to get when he would press his face up against the T.V, a truly wonderful tingling feeling, starting at his lips and moving down his body, the energy between them didn't cease.
She climbed on top of him, her legs resting on either side of his hips, she could feel how much he wanted her, egging her on.
"Is this alright?" she asked as if he would ever say no.
He nods "Am I dreaming?" Eddie asks as her lips found his throat once more "Do you usually dream of me" she chuckles, and he goes dead quiet "Eddie? Do you dream of me?" she sounds as though she's trying to get the truth out of a child, I suppose in one respect she kind of his.
"I have, a few times" he panted, feeling her warmth spread over him "What do you dream about?" she whispered close to his ear, gently nibbling on his lobe "This, you... just you" he was struggling to form coherent sentences, what with all the blood in his body rushing south at an alarming rate.
Her mouth finds his collar bones, nipping and kissing along them, and her hands find the bottom of his 'Hellfire club' Shirt, motioning for him to remove it, which he does.
Her lips attack his neck, sensing that he doesn't know what to do with his hands she finds them for him, dropping them onto her waist.
"I know you watch me, I like it, I never really wanted lessons, I just wanted to play with you" She spoke in between kisses, Eddie simply can't speak "come on Eddie, where are your words?" she taunted him, laughing into the crook of his neck, this seemed to bring him back to life.
"I want you, I always wanted you" His hands squeeze at her, holding her still as he brought his mouth to hers, a deep and meaningful kiss, he fought for dominance and failed, ending up just melting into her.
"You have me now" and he would never let her go.
After a few moments of kissing, he notices she moved slightly, straddling one of his thighs.
She began to shift up and down, mounting his denim-clad leg, fucking herself on him, he had never seen a more arousing sight, and the sounds coming out of her mouth made him drool.
Everything about this situation was too much, he could feel himself throbbing in his jeans, his cock pressing against his zipper, you'd think it would be painful but Eddie seemed not to mind too much.
She was panting, her head was thrown back and mouth agape, her hair falling over her shoulders, the little spaghetti straps of her top obscenely dropping on the tops of her arms, he just sat and watched her humping his leg.
Her hand found its way into his hair, tugging slightly making Eddie bare his neck to her, making the older of the two groans out in pleasure
"Oh Eddie, I'm so close" She moaned into his throat, he could feel her teeth rubbing against the vein in his neck, in return, she could feel his pulse.
She kept rocking against him in search of her release, but what she didn't know was that the knot was not just growing in her stomach but in his too, everytime she pulled herself up on his thigh her knee rubbed against him, only slightly but enough to do inevitable damage.
"(Y/n) (Y/n) stop, im gonna-"
"You're gonna cum? I've not even touched you yet" She teased, however, she didn't stop, she just lent into him closer.
"Are you going to cum in your jeans for me?" she whispered, one hand in his hair, pulling at the roots.
Her other hand snuck between their bodies, touching his clothed bulge.
With the tugging on his scalp and the pressure on his cock it was Eddie's turn to throw his head back, the knot undid itself as he spilt hot ropes of cum into his jeans, all whilst she licked a stripe up the column of his throat, her tongue sliding over his Adam's apple.
"Jesus, I'm so sorry, oh my fucking god" Eddie mumbled at an alarming rate, she just giggled, taunting him and his beet-red face.
"You're like a dog, I can't believe you came" the embarrassment rose from his chest, mixing with the post-orgasm feeling, a strange concoction.
"I bet you could cum just from me kissing your neck" she nibbled up his jaw, meeting his lips.
"Ugh-" Eddie moaned out, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
"Eddie, I want you to feel me" and with that, she grabs his hand and leads it to her core.
His fingers graze through her soaked folds, making her shudder at the contact "You so... oh god" He bites his lip "Wet?" she flashes a toothy grin, finishing his sentence.
He doesn't begin to move his hand until she started to grind down onto it, enveloping his fingers.
His free hand grabs her face, pulling her close to him and catching her in a deep messy kiss whilst he made light work on cunt.
"God, I want you to cum on my fingers, bet you taste so good" he whimpers into her damp skin.
"Keep going and we'll get there in no time" she breathlessly states, bouncing on his hand.
The ball in her stomach grew until it was ready to snap, she felt a shiver wash over her as she stretched out, feeling herself flush.
She collapsed over Eddie, her face dangling near his as her body contorted on top of him, all of this and yet his fingers didn't stop.
"Stop, oh god stop" She cried into his chest as they changed positions, he swiftly clambered on top of her, his hands still moving in her panties, and her legs shook and twitched as he continued.
Her hands flew down to his, stopping his motions.
"Eddie, fuck-" she paused, trying to catch her breath.
"Your fingers are heaven freakshow" she pulls him in for another kiss.
After a few moments of breathing Eddie's ability of speech came back "Do you, maybe want to stay over? I mean, it's getting dark out and ya know?" he smiles bashfully, not knowing what to say.
"I'd love to stay Eddie, so... shall I sleep on the sofa?" a brief few seconds of silence lingered between the two, Eddies face contorted into confusion
That was when she reached her hand out to touch his Stoney face "I'm just fucking with you" She laughed.
Beautiful.
Eddie fucking adored her.