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Eddie Munson is the most insufferable person you know. He’s rude, obnoxious, constantly making a scene, and you want to strangle him to death every time he speaks.
He’s also unbearably hot and makes you cum so hard you nearly pass out. So. There’s your dilemma.
Unlike most of your friends, you don’t ignore the resident “freak” of Hawkins High, you and Eddie actually interact a lot in public. Like now.
Eddie is up on the table across the cafeteria, going on some tirade, while you sit with your friends on the cheer squad, doing a decent job of blocking him out.
“Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets,” Eddie directs his attention to the table of basketball players behind you, his voice now loud enough to interrupt your conversation.
“You want something, freak?” Jason, the captain of the team and your friend-by-association, calls back as he stands up.
Eddie is unfazed, sticking out his tongue and curling his fingers into horns above his head. The corners of your lips twitch up, and you have to suppress a smile at his antics.
And then Eddie’s gaze locks on you. “Or waving some pom-poms around in a stupid little dance for attention.”
You shoot up from your seat, ignoring your friends’ attempt to stop you.
“Attention? That’s ironic considering you’re the one shouting on a table.”
You wrack your brain for something sufficiently insulting to taunt him with.
“Maybe if you tried being normal for once, you wouldn’t have to scream in the middle of lunch just to get a girl to finally look at you.”
Not your best work, but you’re being put on the spot here.
Eddie just laughs and continues his rant, at least moderately quieter.
“I hate him,” you sit down with a huff, crossing your arms.
“We know,” the table around you choruses.
When you go to your locker after lunch, you’re not surprised to see a folded piece of paper fall out. Meet me at 2, you know where.
There’s no signature, but you know exactly what the note means.
When 2 pm rolls around, you’re in your free period and after making your excuses to the friends you were with, you head to the very back of the school. Hawkins High has been meaning to renovate the science classrooms in the abandoned hall, but they had yet to do anything, making the rooms the perfect spot if you needed somewhere to hide during the school day.
When you open the door to one of the rooms, you’re greeted with the faint scent of pot. Eddie stands by a window that’s been cracked open, joint in hand and a smirk on his face. “Fancy seeing you here, princess.”
Princess. The nickname started as a way to make fun of you, a jab at what Eddie perceived as your prissy, spoiled behavior. Now, the sound of the name sends heat through you, as it’s Eddie’s favorite thing to call you during these clandestine mid-day meetings.
“How’s your week going?” Eddie asks as he puts out the joint on the windowsill.
“Skip the small talk Munson.” You roll your eyes, shutting the door behind you and taking a few steps into the room. “Are we gonna do this or not?”
Eddie chuckles, pushing off the wall he’s leaning against and walking towards you. “What’s got you all riled up? You sound bothered.”
Eddie’s tone is teasing, but his expression looks genuine.
You’d been having a terrible week. Two of the girls on the squad had gotten sick, leaving you to scramble to change your routine for the big game, you had spilled a drink all over the poster board for a project in your History class, and you had gotten a D on your last math test.
In all honesty, you want to rant to Eddie about it, but you aren’t friends, you remind yourself. He doesn’t get to know the details of your personal life, and you sure as hell aren’t going to go to him for comfort.
“None of your business, freak.” Your response is too harsh, but sue you, your week has sucked, and it’s not like you haven’t called him worse.
Eddie’s smirk twists into something crueler, and he quickly crosses the room, backing you up against the wall.
“You’re always so mouthy,” Eddie muses as he grabs your jaw in his hand, his grip hard enough to be slightly painful. “You just need someone to put you in your place, don’t you?”
There’s a sadistic glint in Eddie’s eyes, and you can’t help the shiver that runs through you, anticipating what’s to come.
“Good thing I know exactly how to shut you up.” Eddie crashes his lips into yours in a bruising kiss, the hand on your chin moving to rest against the base of your throat. You grab onto the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him in until his body is pressed tightly against yours.
Eddie’s knee parts your legs, and he presses his thigh gently against your core, pulling a soft moan from you. You grind down slightly, and Eddie rips away from you, the sudden absence of his touch leaving you disoriented.
“Get on the table,” Eddie commands, irises almost consumed by the black of his pupils. He’s visibly straining against his jeans, and you lick your lips unabashedly at the sight.
You’re more than eager to get right to it, but you can’t resist pushing Eddie a bit further.
“Make me.”
An honest-to-god growl leaves Eddie’s lips at your taunt, and he picks you up, practically throwing you down on the nearest table. He’s surprisingly strong, and the wind is knocked out of you as your back hits the hard surface.
“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” Eddie pulls you down until your legs are dangling off the side. You’re still trying to catch your breath and can’t even attempt a response, propping yourself up on your elbows and settling for rolling your eyes. Eddie harshly slaps the outside of your thigh, the sharp sting causing you to gasp. “Acting so high and mighty, but you’re really just a needy little slut.”
“I’m not,” you protest weakly as Eddie flips up your skirt.
“Oh really?” His eyes zero in on the visible wet spot on the flimsy material covering you. He brushes his fingers against it, and you shudder, hips bucking up into his hand. “What’s this then?”
Eddie hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and harshly pulls them off, tossing them somewhere behind you. He wastes no time before plunging two fingers into you, moving his hand quickly as moans fall from your lips. You’re practically soaked, and Eddie’s thick fingers move in and out with little resistance.
He waits until you’re clenching around him, just moments away from cumming, before pulling his fingers out. A whine rips from your throat, but Eddie pays you no mind, unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. You barely get a chance to look before he’s lining himself up, pushing into you in one hard thrust.
Your back arches and your legs wrap around him as he starts a punishing pace, pistoning in and out of you with enough force to make it hurt so good.
It’s rough and borderline inconsiderate, but it’s what you need, what both of you need. You've only got a short amount of time before your next class and you're determined to make the most of every last second.
Despite your best effort, you can’t control the noises you’re making, crying out with each thrust.
“Gotta be quiet, princess, you wouldn’t want anyone to walk in on us would you?” Eddie moves a hand to wrap around your throat, a devilish smirk on his face.
“If only your friends could see you now,” Eddie mocks, applying light pressure to your throat. His rings are cool against your heated skin, and you begin to feel lightheaded as he squeezes just a bit harder.
“What would they think if they knew you were begging for “the freak” to fuck you, huh?” Eddie’s grip tightens. “Begging me to wreck this tight little cunt.”
“Fuck-you-Munson.” You manage to get out, voice strained as the pressure on your throat increases. You clench around him as he cuts off your air supply almost completely, and Eddie chuckles darkly.
“You love this, don’t you? Can’t wait to get my hand around your pretty little throat.” Eddie punctuates his words with a particularly harsh thrust, and you arch beneath him. “So desperate for it.”
You’re lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, but it only makes the pleasure feel more intense, every little touch like fire against your skin. Tears well up in your eyes, and one escapes, rolling down your cheek.
Eddie leans down and licks it off. God, he’s depraved, but it’s precisely what you want.
“You’re so pretty when you cry, princess.”
The hand not on your throat reaches down to rub at your clit, and if you were capable of making noise, you’re sure you’d be screaming. You clutch desperately at Eddie’s shoulders, scrambling for purchase as the feelings grow overwhelming.
You clench around him again, and Eddie groans, his fingers speeding up. “You wanna cum?”
You nod as much as you can from your position, but Eddie pulls his hand back from your clit. “Beg for it.”
You try to speak, but all that comes out is a squeak, Eddie’s grip on your throat blocking your voice.
“What was that, princess? I couldn’t hear you.” Eddie grins down at you, a sadistic tinge to his expression. “Speak up.”
You try to tug his hand away from your neck, but he doesn’t budge, his strength outmatching yours.
Tears leak steadily from the corners of your eyes, messing up the makeup you had painstakingly applied that morning in preparation for the pep rally.
“Please,” you choke out, mouthing it more than saying it. Eddie lets up just a tiny bit, enough for you to croak, “Eddie, please.”
Eddie moans at the sound of his name on your lips, and his grip tightens again, fucking into you with renewed vigor. His attention returns to your clit, and he quickly brings you close to the edge, lavishing praises on you as your eyes roll back.
“Good girl, so good for me, just needed a good fuck to make you behave.”
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, a silent scream ripping from your throat as you cum around his cock.
Eddie curses, pulling out and giving himself a few quick strokes before he cums with a groan, thick white stripes landing below your belly button and on your clit.
You gasp for air as Eddie tucks himself back into his jeans, face flushed and lips swollen but otherwise looking none the worse for wear. You can only imagine what you look like, makeup running down your face and cum drying on your stomach.
He retrieves his signature toolbox from where it sat by the window as you struggle to sit up, cringing as your skirt touches the mess.
While you’re not looking, Eddie snatches your underwear from the ground, tucking it into his back pocket and heading for the door.
“Until next time, princess.”