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Eddie Munson is not much of a 'lady killer' he comes off as obnoxious and loud with his chauvinistic bravo.
He was a burnout, 'Freak show Munson' leader of the dork squad, Junkie drug dealer who hangs out with kids.
Eddie Munson was not cool and he didn't want to be.
She never really had many interactions with Eddie until now, the older 'Henderson' didn't really care enough to try and befriend him, nothing more than passing him in the corridors or seeing him at her neighbor Garret's house, listening to music, and playing his guitar.
That was until her younger brother Dustin became part of the dork squad, inviting Eddie over to work on their D&D whatever it is.
She got used to people traipsing through the house all the time, carrying books or instruments, it all kinda went over her head.
That was until Eddie turned up when Dustin was out.
"Munson" she greeted him coldly, eyes boring into his skull
"Henderson, funny seeing you here" He smiled, trying to ease the tension.
"Dustin isn't here" she rolled her eyes at him "I don't know when he's going to be back"
"Oh, that's alright, ill just wait here" He flashed a shit-eating grin and barged past her, crashing into the lazy boy in the corner of the room.
"Oh, of course, come in, make yourself comfortable" she fake ushered him in with a sickly sweet smile on her face, slamming the door closed and dropping down on the couch, picking up her book, opening it to where she left off.
A few moments of silence went by, she exhaled when Eddie opened his mouth "So, where is the little Henderson?" he asked.
Peering over her book she answers, "I don't know Eds" her eyes returning to the pages.
"So, is he going to be long or?..."
Once again she huffs, craning her neck to the side to lear at the crazy-haired fool.
"I don't know Eds" Venom laced in her voice.
her eyes hardly had a chance to get back to the ink before he spoke again.
She throws the book down on the couch cushion and pinches the bridge of her nose.
"Eddie, for the love of God, I'm trying to read, can you shut the fuck up?" His eyes were blown wide and darted around the room, she almost felt bad.
"Listen, I'm sorry- can you just, ugh- make yourself useful, go grab me a glass of water? Please" She smiles at him, a genuinely kind smile.
"Woah, you alright? your face has gone funny- I... I think you just smiled?" he jokes, and she drops the smile.
He stands from the sofa and makes his way into the kitchen, she can hear the tap turn on and turn off not long after.
He placed the drink in her hands.
"Good boy, now that wasn't very difficult was it" she tease, scorning him like a kindergartener.
He stops dead in his tracks, causing her to glance up at him.
His face is red and his lips are parted, oh.
"You like that do you? like it when I call you a good boy?" she grins evilly at him, his face somehow getting even redder than before.
"Henderson, i- don't..."
"Come on Eddie, I'm only teasing, why don't you come sit with me?"
The poor boy looked like a deer in headlights, as if he had been caught doing something naughty.
"I won't bite" she smirks, eyes darkening.
He goes to sit on the couch slowly but he was stopped
"I didn't say on the couch did I? No dogs on the furniture, you can sit on the floor like the good boy I know you are" she wiggled her index finger at him.
"Henderson, I'm not sitting on the floor" his voice wobbled, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Eddie, sit" she narrowed her eyes and watched as he slowly lowered himself down, hands laced in the thick shag material of the rug.
"There, I knew you could do it" she beamed, leaning over to him, placing the palm of her hand on his head, smoothing down his hair until her hand laid on the side of his face, she scratched behind his ear and ever so slightly he nuzzled into her soft palm, blushing.
Shortly after this, she went back to reading her book, chuckling slightly when Eddie pulled a face as she backed into the couch.
"Awwe, Eddie, whatever is the problem?" she looked down at him with a frown on her face.
"Here, why don't you give me a foot rub whilst I read, my feet are so sore" she pouted.
"I- you're sure?" he questions, scooting along the carpet until he's sat directly opposite, dragging his eyes down her legs to the tips of her manicured toes.
She simply nodded, sticking out her foot and wiggling her toes in his face.
He gently grabs one of her feet and brings it down to his lap, her ankle resting on his crossed leg.
His fingers skimmed her skin, leaving rows of goose flesh in their wake.
He cradles her foot between both of his hands, the rings that donned his fingers adding coolness to his touch.
Eddie presses his thumbs into the arch of her foot, applying pressure to all the right spots, pushing his thumbs in a circular motion causing her to moan.
"Yeah, that's nice Eddie, you're good at that" she praised him and he held in a whimper, her words encouraging him.
"Ah, such a good boy, so good for me" she grins, the look on her face threatening to eat the poor man alive.
She can easily see the tent in his jeans, Eddie knows that she can see it, it's quite difficult to miss.
"Kiss my feet Eddie" her voice commands him, laced with venom and dominance.
"Wha- Kiss them?" he stutters, looking through his eyelashes, a sight that she liked.
"Don't make me repeat myself" she threatens, eyebrows knitted together, eyes drilling holes into his own.
Eddie dips his head down, bringing his lips to the soft bottom of her sole, it tickles very pleasantly making her smile.
She continues to watch him as he peppers her with small wet kisses, on her ankles, her soles, and the tops.
He's cradling her calf now, bringing his mouth to her toes.
Whilst he begins to kiss each toe she brings her other foot into his lap, kneading down on his bulge causing him to roll his eyes back into his head.
"Such a good boy, getting off on my feet, look at you" she cooed.
He whithers under her touch, bucking his hips up, desperate for more pressure. He disconnects his mouth from her.
"I didn't say you could stop" Her voice is firm, edging on angry.
"So-sorry, I- is this-"
"Is- is... is" She mocks, laughing from above "Spit it out Munson, use your words"
"This is happening" he whimpers, looking up at her for reassurance.
"It seems so doesn't it, if you want to stop-"
He cuts her off.
"No, no, I just-" now it's her turn to cut him off.
She brings her heel down and grinds it into his lap hard, pushing an intensely vulgar sound out of his chest.
"I can't believe that you're such a subby baby" She laughs
"If I knew sooner we could have been doing this all along"
He mouthed at her leg, scraping the side of his face against her skin and trailing sloppy thoughtless kisses down her shin and over her foot as she continued to rub her sole over his clothed crotch.
"Henderson, (Y/n) please, I'm gonn-"
"Oh what, you're gonna cum in your pants, are you that touch starved? or are you just a creep who gets off on feet? are you pathetic Eddie?" she flashed him a devilish grin.
"Yeah- I'm, pathetic" He whined out between kisses "You gonna blow your load just because a pretty girl showed you a little bit of attention?" She chuckled.
"Plea- Please, don't stop" His eyes began to water and she looked at him with such adoration, a side of 'Freak show' That no one other than her had ever seen, she intended on keeping it that way.
"Awe, you wanna cum so bad that you're crying" She spat
"Beg for it Munson" she seized her movements making him whimper, thrusting upwards into the air.
"Please, fuck fuck, Please Henderson, I've been so good, you're good boy, please I need to cum, wanna cum, please!" He wailed, the desperation heavy in his voice as he nuzzled into her legs, kissing and slobbering all over her calves, holding her leg with a vice-like grip, scared that she might try to run away.
She thinks for a moment, smiling mischievously to herself.
"How about, I lend you my foot-" She sticks her foot out towards him.
"And you show me how much you want to cum, make yourself cum" her eyes glinted.
"Please, yeah, I can" he's nodding at her, overwhelmed and over-excited.
"Who's a good boy" She praises, not expecting an answer.
He starts rubbing himself against her soft arch, knowing even just by doing this he wasn't going to last for very long.
"I'm- I'm a good boy" he moaned, humping her foot and kissing her thighs "Your good boy, please, Fuck!"
His eyes scrunched shut and his muscles started to contract and shake from his burning white orgasm, she could feel his cock pulsating from under his clothes.
She wiggles her toes causing him to gasp at the overstimulation.
"That didn't take long" she sniggered, sliding off the couch and joining him on the floor.
His eyes are wide as he comes down from his high.
"I can't believe that just happened" his voice was raspy and torn.
"To think you were hiding from me all this time, I think we are going to have some fun together Munson" She giggled as she brought his head to her chest, running her fingers through his hair "You really are a good boy".
Fin.