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Chrissy Cunningham fucking wrecks him.
Case and point: It’s the middle of the night on a school night in late May, just a month until graduation, and she has snuck out of her parents' house through her bedroom window and biked all of the ways to Eddie’s shitty trailer just because she missed him. Because she needs him.
Stripping off her coat to reveal the Iron Maiden shirt she stole from him and a pair of tiny sleep shorts, Eddie’s dick shamelessly jumps in his boxers and he has to bite back a low groan when Chrissy murmurs, “I can’t sleep without you anymore,” into his ear and curls her freezing limbs around his under his frayed comforter, smushing her face into his back, before promptly dropping off behind him, her arms going heavy and slack around his waist.
So he tries to slow his pounding heart and negotiate with his dick to law down. Down boy!
But no matter much he pleads with it, Eddie can’t seem to calm his body, and instead, he lingers awake too long, indulging in romantic fantasies, thinking about the way Chrissy always seems to come to him when she wants to feel safe even though he thinks deep in his heart that he’s a fucking coward sometimes who can barely take care of himself let alone anyone else.
But, somehow, Chrissy has always seemed to trust him, right from the first moment they reconnected in the clearing behind the school. From coming back to his trailer for some Special K, to barrelling right out of The Upside Down with Vecna hot on her tail and straight for his embrace, she doesn’t hesitate and doesn’t doubt he’ll catch her every time. It almost makes him believe it too.
Eddie frowns, wondering what had set her running for him tonight. If it was her mother again, the definition of a helicopter parent - what a fucking Bitch! Or maybe it was Jason who’d taken to leaving harassing voicemails on Chrissy’s private phone line again, unable to accept his abrupt dumping in favor of “The Freak”. Fucking psychopath! Both are extremely invested in getting Chrissy to break up with Eddie one way or the other, either through escalating threats (Jason) or poisonous cajoling (her Mother).
Just the thought that one day one or both of them might loosen the hold Eddie has on Chrissy and visa versa makes him tense up in her arms, and start gnawing on his lower lip with unconscious anxiety, his heart racing fast, not for lascivious reasons but because he’s afraid of losing the one good thing that’s ever happened to him in his shitty fucking life.
But his negative thoughts are broken in the blackness, as Chrissy sighs quietly behind him, rubbing her cold nose on his shoulder and causing him to let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding and relax his body. She’s here now. And she always seems to hold onto him like he is something precious to her, and it makes him ache all over - his dick and his heart. What is he supposed to do with this feeling?
Well, what Eddie does is continue to go out of his horny mind, thinking too hard about the softness of Chrissy’s braless tits on the bare skin of his back and the dampness of her cunt scalding hot against his hip, waiting to be filled.
He imagines rolling her over carefully - still asleep - shoving his fingers deep into her warmth and watching her blink awake in surprise, her orgasm already cresting and her mouth making that blissed-out “O” shape as he puts his mouth on her sex and sucks hard on her clit.
It is an easy fantasy, one of his favorites and he’s made it a reality more than once. And he knows if he touches her now, she’ll be wet and ready for him already. That’s the way it has been between them lately, and it makes Eddie wonder.
When they first got together during Spring Break, he had spent what seemed like hours on foreplay, teasing her with dirty words and naughty fingers pinching at her nipples, then with his face between her legs, getting her off with his tongue and his fingers, drawing out orgasm after orgasm trying to - what? Prove something? That he could take care of her? That he was good enough for her.
And Chrissy had let him. Of course, she did. She fucking loved moaning all over his face while he fucked her, getting them both sloppy wet with her arousal. But nowadays, Eddie watches helplessly turned on as a hunger (or maybe fear - which he tries not to think too hard about) she doesn’t name out loud and takes them both under like a fever.
All of a sudden, she’s gagging to be on his dick twenty-four-seven, quickly bypassing foreplay completely and tugging him into an empty classroom during the school day, flipping her skirt up and letting him hit it from behind, or rutting against him sleepily in bed, so that he wakes up to find himself already inside of her and ready to go.
Even when they are alone in the trailer, just lounging on the beat-up old couch with Eddie, shirtless, messing around on his acoustic guitar, and Chrissy’s watching General Hospital on mute while she paints her toenails or something, she’s taken to randomly pushing everything aside, getting him hard with a few ruthless strokes of her hand, tucking him inside of her, raw - already wet - and then just - sitting there - batting his hands away every time he tries to touch or move her.
It drives Eddie fucking out of his skull, it’s so fucking hot and juuuust on the good side of torture that - he lets her. He doesn’t move an inch and just lets her sink down and come loud and long with only the feeling of his dick hard as a rock inside her. And - Look, it doesn’t take much after that to get him to spill inside her, filling her right up.
And he knows it’s fucking stupid as hell that it keeps happening without a condom. His entire existence is an entire fucking cautionary tail on safe sex; his deadbeat parents saddled with hellion baby Eddie at too young of an age and their lives ruined, leaving him with a massive abandonment complex and crippling romantic insecurities. He should definitely know better.
Hell, Wayne had bought him a box of condoms as a birthday gift when he turned thirteen years old to his utter mortification and slapped him with an epic fucking warning look the first time Eddie officially introduced him to Chrissy as if to say, “don’t you dare knock this nice girl up” . But what can he say? He’s fucking dumb for this girl. A fucking idiot. And he will give her anything she wants.
It just so happens that what Chrissy wants seems to be, well - him. And she came back from death fucking hungry and angry about it. She is straight-up ravenous for life now - for him, for them - for everything it seems like . Everything except her old life. Not content to just “put up and shut up” anymore, she pushes against everyone and everything that keeps her from what she wants. Hence, the fights with her mother and the increasing number of nights spent in his bed.
Once, not long after they’d gotten together when Chrissy was high as a kite after getting into his stash and rolling the fattest joint he had ever seen - how did she know how to do that?! - she’d told him that before Vecna what she’d wanted more than anything was to feel full.
“To be satisfied” , were the words she used.
But her mother wouldn’t let her eat, and Jason wouldn’t let her come. “And, really,” she’d whispered sorrowfully to him, “I wouldn’t let myself be ‘Big’”. In all senses of the word, Eddie had guessed.
“Until that day in the clearing,” Chrissy confessed, “You made me laugh harder than I had in months and I felt so big and so - free. And I knew, then, that you were what I wanted - what I needed most. ”
Eddie had blinked at her owlishly at that, still not quite yet believing that she’d taken one look at his desperate clowning at the picnic table and his nervous flirting and thought, “Yes. Him.” What a completely ridiculous idea.
Are you serious? He’d wanted to ask her, fear and insecurity automatically bringing his arms up to tuck his hands into his armpits and create a barrier between them. It was too hard to swallow, that sour ball of insecurity in the back of his throat. Eddie had looked away from her, waiting for some kind of unseen blow to land; For Chrissy to reveal it was a lie and that their fledgling relationship was some kind of sick fucking joke. It’s what he’d expected to begin with.
Sure, he could buy that she wanted to get away from her fuckwit boyfriend Jason, get revenge on her witch-of-a-Mother, and rebel and shit just like every other goody-two-shoes prep that bought weed off him or propositioned him for sex, assuming they could just use and abuse “The Freak” whenever and however they wanted.
But that didn’t have anything to do with him, or who Eddie actually was and it hurt to question if that was all Chrissy saw as well. An escape from her life as opposed to a real person.
But he believes her now. Because even more confessions had come afterward. Much to Eddie’s shock, Chrissy kept spilling her guts out to him, revealing secret desires kept too long and too close, and tinged with shame - finally liberated - and held up to the light for his edification .
And when Eddie had choked out a few choice revelations of his own, desperate to match her beat-for-beat, he had to admit after comparing them that maybe he was wrong. Maybe the entire time he’d thought he was alone, pining for someone who would never give him the time of day, they’d actually both been reaching out to each other, never knowing how truly close they were, and almost missing each other completely.
Like, when she’d played Ophelia in the Drama Club’s Fall performance of Hamlet after spraining her wrist her junior year and not being able to cheer, Eddie had snuck into the back of the theatre for her first performance, chainsmoking and cursing up a storm under his breath when a squeaky Sophmore Hamlet had kissed her, then spurned her, yelling, “Get thee to a nunnery!”.
Grinding his teeth, he admitted to her, he’d shamelessly imagined himself in the Hamlet role, vowing that if he had a chance, he’d do it all differently than that pubescent Sophmore, let alone that purity-ring douche Jason Carver.
No offense to Ol’ Shakespeare, but if he ever got a chick as cool as Chrissy Cunningham -or Ophelia for that matter - on his dick, no way would he let her out of his bed for anything short of the apocalypse. Fucking screw Hammy’s ghost dad’s hard-on for revenge and screw Carver’s evangelical hard-on for Jesus!
Then, after being sparked by her performance, he had recited aloud a Rimbaud poem about Ophelia for an assignment in their shared French class ( The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her) and Chrissy revealed that she had secretly checked out the translation from the library afterward and feverishly copied it down in her diary, fascinated by the way Eddie Munson’s voice curled around the French pronunciations and the tantalizing flash of a silver piercing she saw in the middle of his tongue.
That night, Chrissy had dreamed that he would put that tongue on her , the cool silver ball catching satisfyingly on her clit, and worship her like some Shakespearean knight instead of having to resign herself to sacrificing her appetite on the alter of her Mother or Jason’s obsession with her virginity. ( It was a handsome pale knight, a poor madman, Who one April morning sate mute at your knees!).
Eddie was visibly thrilled to hear that and had groaned theatrically in response and mimed gnawing his own hand off at her boldness, making Chrissy giggle uncontrollably before slyly adding that she’d also woken up to find herself humping her own pillow in bed like a whore for him and he’d fucking lost it at that.
He’d tackled her onto her back for their third round of the night and made her recreate the scene, this time with his pillow beneath her soaking wet gyrating pussy as he fucked her with his fingers and ate her ass out from behind. That was one for the books.
In his head, Eddie still refers to that night as “The Christening of Chrissy” , which also makes his now girlfriend ( Girlfriend!) snort very loudly every time he brings it up - which, to be fair, is a lot - and exclaim, “Eddie!” in a fondly exasperated tone before jumping his silly bones. It’s a neat trick. He uses it often. Who wouldn’t?!
But really it’s because “ The Christening of Chrissy” might not have been their official first night together but it was the first time they were really intimate with each other, totally bare and vulnerable. And, while the sex might have been more on the freaky end of the spectrum, even then, Eddie was fucking making love for the first time in his life and truly believed she was too, which was on a whole other fucking level. Ah, young love, and all that. If it wasn’t happening to him, it would probably make him puke.
Honestly, he knows they make everyone around them nauseatingly sick but he is never EVER getting over the fact that he somehow managed to snare the most popular girl in school with fucking French Poetry, steal her away from her jockstrap boyfriend, and convinced her to follow him into his den of iniquity . And, what’s more, she seemed to like it! What a fucking mind trip! He’s still fucking tripping and it’s a long-ass fall into L-O-V-E and he hasn’t even reached the bottom yet.
But now Eddie knows that Chrissy has watched him for years out of the corner of her eye, too nervous to approach him and pondering his hidden depths.
As he had strutted down the hall of Hawkins high, bigger than life with his crazy hair, his voice loudly booming and his smile sharp, with an appetite for rebellion and corruption to boot, it had made her feel hungry in a new way. For something to fill that void. And made her wonder if maybe Eddie Munson was the only boy who ever could.
It still blows his mind that all the times Eddie had watched her walk to class, with her cheer skirt swishing against her bare legs and her perfect ponytail bouncing behind her, or when he noted concernedly to himself how she tended to curl into herself, toying nervously with her “‘86” charm necklace whenever her boyfriend put his constricting arms around her and thought that he could fucking take her away from all of the bullshit if only she would look at him - really see him - just once…Well, Chrissy had seen him after all and had done something about it!
Indeed, after hauling their asses out of “The Upside Down” - alive - with nary a scratch between them, but enough collective trauma between them to fuel their nightmares for years to come, she’d told him she was in love with him. Him! Chrissy Cunningham loved “The Freak” Eddie Munson! And his world tilted on its fucking axis and hadn’t re-righted itself ever since.
Eddie had stood there with his eyes wide and jaw hanging open, frozen in complete and utter shock and confusion for what felt like hours (but really probably only a few seconds), until Chrissy had grabbed him fiercely, with a look of determination furrowing her brow and had given him the kiss of all kisses; Teeth and tongue and fucking everything, that set his blood on fucking fire, crossed his eyes and got him so hard so quick all the blood rushed from his head and turned him white as a ghost.
It had lasted the span of a few glorious heartbeats and then just as suddenly as it began - it was over. And Chrissy had skipped off home to face her parents and break up with her that asswipe, Jason - for him.
She’d even tossed him a knowing smirk back over her shoulder and called out, “See you later, boyfriend!” while he promptly choked to death on the somehow sweet taste of her spit in his mouth, coughing and spluttering like some kind of half-wit struck dumb in her wicked wake.
Look, Eddie Munson might not be known for his smarts, but he wasn’t a fool enough to argue Chrissy Cunningham out of thinking she was in love with him if that's what she wanted, and he certainly didn’t try when she’d showed up at his trailer in the middle of the night that same day practically begging him to fuck her into his mattress - which he did with relish and eager rabbity hips - and give her her first set of multiple orgasms - which was honestly far too easy, she was so het up.
No, Eddie just tried to gracefully accept the craziest, luckiest thing that had ever happened to him with…aplomb.
Which really meant, that he had teared up like a baby when he’d realized amidst his post-nut clarity that when Chrissy had sighed in complete satisfaction and burrowed hard into his body in the sexual afterglow, stretching her arm around him and grabbed onto him tightly, holding like she never intended to let go, it was because she really truly believed - No, actually felt - that he had given her something that no one else could.
He filled her up. Her body and her heart. And that was it for him; all the proof he needed because he felt the same way about her. He always has.
Chrissy has always loomed larger than life for him, he has more than enough extra space in his heart to spare. So if she needs fucking room to be whoever and whatever she wants to be , he gives that to her without thought or complaint. And that hasn’t changed now that he can officially call her his, and not some two-dimensional pathetic pipe dream he jacks off to alone in bed.
So, he lets her eat him up. Lets her completely devour him until there is nothing left. Let her take everything he has to give and then take even more. Let her come all over him as many times as she wants until his dick fucking falls off and his heart shrivels up, he won’t complain or push her away, he will always have more for her until he’s fucking dead in his grave. And she always seems to want more.
Just thinking about how greedy she can get with him, how her grasping little fingers move over him; how Eddie - just by being his wastoid, Freak-self with no future and nothing to offer - can satisfy her in more ways than one - THAT turns him on more than any fantasy. Eddie’s desire to be wanted and needed is inexhaustible but so is Chrissy’s desire to be filled up with him.
It’s honestly astonishing to him just how incredibly arousing it is that things between them are so - easy. They just fit together.
Chrissy just opened her body and her heart and lets him in without a thought and lets him put his big dirty hands all over her in the dark of his room, in his van, at school in front of God and everybody, in the Hideout backroom - wherever - just walking around wearing his lucky guitar pick around her neck and holding his big stupid fucking heart in her small grip like it’s no big deal.
Sometimes he thinks, it’s really not to Chrissy. But it is to him.
It’s everything.
Eddie never thought he would ever have this kind of intimacy with somebody. Not truly. He’s always been too much. That’s the basic gist of every of why he’s ruined every relationship he’s ever had - or some variation of it anyways. He’s too much. Why can’t he just calm down? Why can’t he just be quiet/pay attention/slow down/stop going so fast/quit getting so intense?
Every parent, teacher, tee-ball coach, and school counselor, every girl he’s ever flirted with the idea of starting something with has used one or more of those excuses before ditching him, leaving him behind, and letting him crash and burn in their wake. Except for his Uncle Wayne.
And now her.
Chrissy never says those things to him. She trusts him to hold her secrets and to protect her, listens to him nerd out over the new Metallica album, helps him study so he can finally fucking graduate, bakes Rice-Krispie bars for his Hellfire Club campaigns, comforts him when he wakes up crying from nightmares about losing her to Vecna and does private cheer performances for him in his bedroom in her underwear.
She says, More. Faster. Harder. Don’t stop, Eddie. She giggles at his silly faces, strokes her fingers through his scraggly hair, softly kisses the pudgy unmanly part of his stomach before she blows him, and indulges him and all his weird perverted whims with a dimpled sunny smile and a naughty glint in her eye.
Like - Just the other week he’d gotten ridiculously hard watching Chrissy lean over his kitchen counter, slowly licking big globs of peanut butter off of her fingers while she made a sandwich. He had just stood there frozen, his mouth open and drooling, as he listened to her make the same satisfied little moans he was used to hearing when he made her come, only this time when she was eating and he just couldn’t fucking help himself.
Eddie had blurted out hotly, “Oh, fuuucck - you’re so fucking sexy, Chris,” groaning loudly like he was already embarrassingly close to exploding in his boxers at the relatively innocent sight of his perfect girlfriend making some PB&J sandwiches.
Clawing his fingers down his flushed face dramatically, Eddie had begged her, ready to get down on his knees if he had to. “Please, please, please , baby. I promise I’ll make you come so hard afterward, Princess, just - Please , let me come all over in you while you go to fucking town on that peanut butter jar.”
He could have died in the silence that came after that moment, his stomach in knots and his throat rapidly closing up with embarrassment and nervousness, so sure she would finally turn away from him with a disgusted sneer.
But Chrissy had just blinked at his red face blazing in embarrassment, with wide eyes for a moment, then smirked saucily and breathed, “Why stop at just the peanut butter?” and promptly let him clumsily rip all of her clothes off with one hand, and fumble to get his dick out of his pants as fast as possible with the other, while she got more food from the refrigerator.
Peanut butter fingerprints on Eddie’s dick. Dribbles of condensed milk his Uncle Wayne sometimes used in his coffee all over Chrissy’s tits. A hard-boiled egg, which was the unexpected star of the show, licked and sucked and rubbed all over her swollen clit until neither of them could take it anymore. The juice of half of a Honeydew melon smeared across her face.
It had all gotten pretty wild pretty quickly.
But if they’d ended up smeared in various bodily fluids, fruit juices, and food products, neither of them complained because Eddie had come harder than he’d ever had all over Chrissy’s back, watching her slurp out a melon face-first like some kind of Sapphic feral pig and she’d found out that nothing made her come faster than knowing Eddie was watching her fill herself fucking full and fit-to-burst, her orgasm splashing all down her thighs and dripping indecently onto the kitchen floor.
And - Maybe the physical stuff shouldn’t matter so much to him, but it does to Eddie because Chrissy just takes it all, and it’s never too much and he’s never “The Freak” to her.
Hell, if he asked her to bounce on his cock with a lit sparkler between her teeth and an American flag in her ass, she would do it without question or judgment and it makes him feel so fucking good that she trusts him .
Eddie feels better than he’s ever felt in his whole fucking life, knowing he can say all of the things to her he’s always wanted to say to a girl but they never wanted to hear from him - that he wants to suffocate to death with his head shoved in her pussy - that he would fucking die for her - that he loves her . One day soon, he’ll tell her. And it will be all alright because Chrissy pulls out the Romantic in him buried beneath all of his perversions and makes him believe in it.
So, basically, he’s in love with her , and it fucking wrecks him.
Turns out emotional intimacy was his fucking kink all along and now that he knows it, his dick aches at every romantic thought he has about her - dirty or not - and even just laying together in the darkness of his shoebox of a bedroom and listening to her breathing even out, makes Eddie moan and push back against her body.
He’s both already desperate to be inside her and completely willing to pitifully rub one out in bed next to her thinking about how much of an idiot he is for her.
But before Eddie can make the split-second decision to unceremoniously roll over her - whether she’s awake or not - until he is cradled within her flexible hips and kiss her so hard that his teeth start to ache almost as much as his dick does, Chrissy mumbles his name sleepily, as if psychically attuned to the state of his body, and blindly reaches to painfully wrench his head around to face her so she can kiss him groggily.
“Chris-” Eddie chokes out, pathetically, losing himself in the simple taste of her despite the painful position he’s in. He’s a wreck.
“Baby?” Chrissy murmurs against his lips in questioning supplication when he doesn’t move into her, his brain freezing and his body suspended in the slowly unspooling moment of sensual bliss not immediately responding to her groping hands tugging at his shoulders, half asleep but still impatient trying to bring his body closer to her. “I want to feel you,” she whispers, stirring him from his reverie and stoking his libido to high flame once more.
Following her plea, Eddie turns and sinks into her, groaning against Chrissy’s mouth when his tongue comes up against some resistance, her lips still closed to him in half-sleep, and traces their seam.
He can feel her body begin to hum in contentment and excitement underneath his, and it revs him up even more, his dick at painful attention and already starting to weep a little in his boxers, and his mouth watering in anticipation of getting inside of her one-way or another.
“Open up. Let me in, baby,” He croons hotly, almost on the verge of panting as if he’s been running a sex marathon and not hadn’t just gone from zero to sixty from near-dead sleep as soon as she’d gotten into his bed, the scent of her strawberry scented shampoo enveloping him and dragging him under with her sensual charms until he couldn’t fucking think straight anymore.
Like Pavlov’s dog or something. She makes him instantly hard. He is so lost for her.
Finally, Chrissy begins to stir and rallies to meet him tit-for-tat, opening up all the way for him and wrapping her tongue around his, moving quickly from slow and sensual into sloppy and wet. Fucking hell.
Licking at his mouth like a starving animal, she pulls one side of his flimsy boxers down so she can grab a handful of his white ass in her small hand and squeezes hard, pulling him down even further, rubbing their half-naked bodies together like she’s a match against sandpaper trying to catch on fire.
Eddie chokes against her at the feeling, burying his face in Chrissy’s neck and letting out a pathetically drawn-out moan, concentrating on grinding himself on top of her and trying to get the ridge of his dick to press against her clit just right through her panties . It takes a few thrusts before he hits it right, but when he does it's like - magic.
Chrissy flexibly arches back in delicious pleasure and bares her neck to him, which he duly attacks with slobbery gusto, drawing a heady through Chrissy’s nose when he sucks hard on her skin and a new bruise begins to bloom. She’s like magic in his arms, so responsive. And so impatient.
“Eddie, come on -” Chrissy pants in his ear, tugging and pulling with her teeth at his earlobe, letting her tongue slip inside it in a soft tease every now and again. Jesus Christ. “Hurry,” she urges him, “I need you inside-”
She breaks off in a high keen as Eddie shoves a hand between their bodies beneath her white panties, stroking the lips of her heated pussy to check if she’s ready for him - Yep, she’s already fucking soaked. Just like he knew she’d be. Her grip on his ass tightens.
“Shhh, I got you baby,” Eddie reassures her in a rough voice, blown out with desire, as he scrambles around to undress them both as quickly as possible, fusing his mouth to hers and frantically pushing his underwear off the rest of the way and tearing hers completely, leaving her bare-bottomed and only in his Iron Maiden shirt. Perfect.
“I’m gonna take care of you, fill you up so good, baby,” he mutters heatedly - a condom is the last thing on his mind - thinking only of the searing heat of her pussy calling him as he lines his cock up to her center and starts to push inside her raw.
Before long, Eddie is balls deep inside her, holding one of Chrissy’s legs up to her chest just like he knows she likes and driving slow and steady into her warmth while she moans hoarsely underneath him and shoves a needy hand into his sweaty hair to take hold, “Mmmmmm. It’s soo good, Eddie.” Shit. Fuck, she knows just the right thing to say to drive him crazy.
Eddie can already feel the pleasurable pull beginning in the base of his cock - which is embarrassingly quick - and he closes his eyes tight, narrowing his focus to follow the heady but steady beat of Chrissy’s pulse in her neck to her to try and stave it off, adjusting the angle of his hips to try and find her spongy G-spot, intent on trying to get her off before he makes a fool of himself - Well, more of one, anyways.
“You’re soo good,” she cries out when he finally finds it, letting the tip of his dick steadily batter against its swollen surface every time he plunges back inside her tight warmth, the leg Eddie’s holding beginning to twitch and Chrissy’s eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth going slack, as he single-mindedly fucks her. “Yesss, fuck, Eddie…!”
“Shiiit, Chris,” Eddie breathes out, clenching his jaw hard to stop his hips from rabbiting when he hears her swear. Chrissy usually never swears, she’s always unfailingly polite - it’s almost scary sometimes - except when she’s too far gone - too high. On him? Already? “Fuck, you’re so - fucking - hot, I can’t -” He can’t help but bite back a moan, sweat starting to pour down his brow as he works hard between her legs.
It is good. Too good. And he already worked himself up so much in his head that he doesn’t think he’s going to last long at this rate. It’s so fucking good, he can already feel her inner muscles start to clench and threaten to flutter around him as he twists his hips just right , so he slows his pace with a painful grimace, forcing them both back from the edge.
“Gotta slow down, Princess,” he groans feebly, deeply frustrated.
But Chrissy won’t have it, wrapping her free leg around him and pressing her delicate heal into the thrusting muscles of his ass hard to try and spur him on, causing him to lose his balance and fall, putting his full weight on her.
She bites her lip and scrunches up her face in rapture as Eddie’s cock slides impossibly even further inside her and she undulates her hips, her inner muscles clenching down hard and trying to milk him.
“Ohhh shit , you’re gonna fucking kill me, Chris,” He pants into her neck, releasing her other leg in shock, blinking rapidly against the threatening pleasure looming at the base of his spine and trying to find his bearings again so as to not shoot off before Chrissy launches another assault on his willpower.
It only occurs to Eddie right then that he’s not wearing a condom and just how close he had been right that second to coming inside of her making that same mistake again. Idiot.
“I’m not wearing a rubber, baby,” Eddie begins to warn her, looking down at her flushed face with a frown. “I could get you pre-” Pregnant. He could get her pregnant. He tries not to picture it, but the image of it comes much too easily into his brain. Chrissy - fat and full of his baby. Glowing, cradling a swollen belly. Satisfied.
His dick betrays his thoughts with an abrupt jerk of interest inside her tight pussy, a needy whine punching out of Eddie’s lungs against his will, as Chrissy clutches him to her with greedy hands. He could put a baby in her.
Eddie tries to swallow against the unexpected emotion that chokes him up at that thought, his lungs going tight in his chest and his heart beating double-time in the first signs of a rapid crushing panic - Fucking idiot - and watches Chrissy’s eyes widen and dilate when she registers what he was about to say.
They both stop moving, frozen at the edge of a line neither understand that they were skirting until that moment. Eddie croaks out a pathetic wheeze of surprise when she doesn’t immediately kick him off of her in shock or disgust and winces hard , shaking the picture out of his head and wishing someone would fucking cut his tongue off - piercing and all - if only so he could stop embarrassing himself in front of her. Just once, for fucks sake!
“Chrissy, I didn’t - I don’t -” He struggles, trying to strangle the words he really wants to say before they spill out - God, he is so fucking stupid! - and ruin everything while also simultaneously trying to reassure her that he wouldn’t dare to fucking presume something so impossible like getting her fucking pregnant after they’ve only been dating a couple of months.
He might as well be fucking asking her to marry him, for Christs’ sake!
But Chrissy just looks up at him with big wet trusting eyes like she’s actually considering it and Eddie feels lightheaded like he’s going to fucking pass out with the little amount of air he’s pulling into his lungs at this point, his pulse slamming in his veins and his eyes they’re not working suddenly, her figure blurring in and out in front of him like a phantom or a dream.
What is happening to him, is he having a goddamn anxiety attack?!
The dark room around them seems to fall deadly silent, for how loudly he can hear his heart pounding in his chest and he feels both trapped in his body - jerking back in surprise when she starts to brush his frizzy hair out of his sweaty face - and also floating five feet above the bed watching Chrissy peer at him with a baffled look on her face as he spirals out in front of her.
What the fuck is happening? What is she thinking? Why isn’t she screaming her head off at him right now??
“Eddie…” Chrissy whispers softly, her small hands moving to cup his face and get him to focus on her. But for some reason, he’s not quite able to look her in the eye - too overwhelmed - and when he moves to shift away Eddie realizes - Fuck, he’s still inside her.
He gulps noisily, his throat so fucking constricted it hurts and she makes a sympathetic face, ducking to try and catch his gaze as he struggles to pull out of her. But she clamps down on his dick with the insane strength of her inner muscles and doesn’t let go. She won’t let him.
“Eddie, I want everything with you,” Chrissy says as if she is surprised he didn't know, before twisting down and softly kissing his frozen lips in reassurance. What? His eyes fucking blow out and his nostrils flare as finally a full breath of air wooshes out of his lungs in shock and surprise.
Another slow kiss. Everything? “I don’t want you to hold back, baby. I want it all. We can have it all.” She breathes life back into him with more light kisses and restarts his heart with her words. She wants everything with him. She wants him to -? Get her pregnant? This can’t be real…
Regardless of the crystal clear reasons this is a bad idea, namely that they are basically teenagers (Eddie’s just barely over that line) and still in high school and Chrissy still lives with her controlling Bitch Mother, there’s also the fact that he’s poor as shit, always been poor and expects to remain so, no matter what crazy rockstar dreams about getting rich and famous he’s cooked up in his head while baked out of his mind.
At most, he expects to have enough money saved from selling weed to get out of Hawkins and get a place of his own at some point after graduation, but he has never fully considered how Chrissy would fit into this plan - Eddie honestly hadn’t really expected whatever this is to last as long as it has - until right now in this ridiculous moment. Is that really something she would consider? Leaving Hawkins with him?
That thought threatens to spin him out even more than he already is, his throat threatening to close up on him again, but then there’s also the fact that the only role model for good parenting Eddie’s ever had is his Uncle Wayne and - he loves him and all - but Eddie’s a fucking drug dealer and a third-year Super Senior. That’s not exactly a ringing endorsement of his skills at rearing kids.
After all, it’s pretty obvious that Eddie can barely keep himself above water at the best of times. Sure, he knows his Uncle does the best he can for him…but that’s not necessarily saying a lot, alright? There’s generally food in the house, and clothes on his back, and sometimes Wayne takes him out in his boat with some beers for whatever he thinks passes for a heart-to-heart, but is mostly just grunts and “Boy, you gotta screw your head on right,” or “I ain’t bailing you out once you turn eighteen.”
Yes , before Wayne, it was his parents yelling and hitting each other, forgetting him in the car, leaving him home alone before he was old enough to reach the kitchen counter, slamming doors in his face, and ultimately clearing out, ditching him at the ripe old age of ten years old on the doorstep of an Uncle he had never met before who tolerates Eddie’s love of heavy metal music, who he only actually sees a few hours a week at most , and doesn’t say boo-to-a-goose even when he is around.
That’s his experience of “unconditional” love. Parents who bailed on him and an Uncle whom he can barely talk to. And Eddie never does anything right - not graduating high school or having a regular ol’ job, or relationships - But how was he even supposed to learn if no one’s taught him? He’s had jack-shit for role models!
Hell, maybe he doesn’t even LOVE right.
And Eddie might talk a big game about loving Chrissy and finally finding someone who he can’t fail, who he knows he can satisfy. But what if it’s all bullshit he’s trying to convince himself of? What if somewhere down the road, she changes her mind? Or worse, what if Eddie’s just like his deadbeat parents, decides he can’t hack it and fails her ? Or their hypothetical kid?
Just the thought of it makes him want to stick a sawed-off shotgun in his mouth and pull the trigger.
How could he ever be a dad? To Chrissy Cunningham’s kid?! He could give it all and still, maybe it wouldn’t be enough, because he’s never been enough. And not in some maudlin orphan-type way, just - There’s probably something wrong with him. That’s why everyone always left him, right?
But now, Chrissy is in front of him asking for more from him while his heart feels on the fucking verge of breaking and - His cock’s still inside her blazing heat. And she’s so beautiful laying in his arms in his shirt, with a hopeful yet frantic look in her eye, the bunny teeth he loves so much tearing her lower lip to shreds as she nervously gnaws on it, clearly fearful he’ll reject her. And he’s scared fucking shitless. Because he can’t fucking hurt her. He literally can’t. And he doesn’t know what to do.
“Chris…,” He shakes his head slowly and squeezes his eyes shut but she continues to plead with him, grabbing onto his chin and stilling him. He can’t. He just can’t. Can he? He has such a hard time denying her anything, how could he even begin to deny her now? Not when she’s offering him her future, his future - a permanent fucking future WITH her - on a fucking platter.
“Baby, I want it. I do. I promise,” Chrissy continues to try to convince him, starting to vibrate underneath him with panicked energy like she’s somehow been waiting for this moment to come all along and is desperate for it not to slip between her fingers.
But Eddie just smoothers a kiss onto her lips, trying to get her to shut up for a minute so he can get his fuckin head straight, his whole body shaking in adrenaline and plain ol’ fucking fear . He’s just got to get over it.
Eddie could stay and undoubtedly hurt her in years to come or he could pull away from her, but he’d hurt her that way too . And if he is really truthful with himself, neither choice is enough to dispel the image of a pregnant Chrissy Cunningham in his head.
She’s all fat and smiling, sitting next to him in his shitty van, one of his band shirts stretched rightly across her swollen belly, belting out some Pop song, with her bare feet propped up on his dash as they fly down the highway towards some nameless city. Just two kids, with nothing and nobody but each other, laughing and reckless in the face of the unknown.
He can’t say “no”, to that picture just because of his bullshit insecurities or even in the face of his very real concerns, not when he really desperately wants to just say, “fuck this noise,” to everything and everyone else and just be with her till they're both so fucking old their teeth start to fall out and their kid has to wheel them around in some kind of tandem wheelchair. It’s everything he’s ever wanted but never thought he’d have.
A family of his own. A fucking chance at something better than what he had.
Chrissy’s fucking it for him, you know? And he knows that there’s not going to be anyone after her even if he does something stupid and she leaves him. Which he thinks is quite likely, honestly. But he’s all fucking in. As much as Eddie questions his judgment and worth, he will never question hers. He trusts her fucking absolutely.
And until the day she ditches him, he’s gonna give her everything, alright? However they can hack it out - However they can make this work, he fucking will make it work. Because she deserves it. She deserves to be fucking satisfied for once. To be full. After what Vecna put them both through? And both their parents and that douchenozzle Jason Carver?
And, Jesus Christ, why can’t Eddie just let himself take the dream she’s offering him? Just let him make that picture in his head a reality for once in his life.
Why can’t he just be happy? He wants to be happy. So fucking bad.
So, when Chrissy whispers helplessly in his ear, “I love you…,” like he’s gone - she’s already missing him, and he’s already at risk of losing the future he’d just realized was even an option - it’s like a fucking bell ringing through his thick skull or a fucking nail in Eddie’s coffin. His heart stutters painfully in his chest - his choice made. He’s fucking dead in the water, completely wrecked. Again.
Eddie slumps down into her, shoving his face into her neck, and starts crying like a pathetic baby, his body not able to process the overwhelming emotions coursing through it and making him ache from the inside out. She fucking loves him. She wants everything with him. Everything. But really, it’s her that's giving him everything.
“I-I w-a-ant it-t,” Eddie admits through his painful sobs. “I l-lov-ve y-you s-so mu-c-ch, Chrissy,” he tells her for the first time for real, his heart squeezing tightly in his chest.
Before, it was always, “Me too” and pathetic sappy words that came close but not close enough. He was too scared and it was too real. But now it’s out of him and for the rest of his life he will remember how he blubbered out his first love confession like a complete fucking spazz in Chrissy’s tightening embrace, his protective walls totally dismantled in a split second by the voracious appetites of a tiny, ninety-pounds-soaking-wet-teenage-cheerleader, and never ever fucking regret it.
Finally.
In the face of the onslaught of Eddie’s emotions, Chrissy holds him and soothingly strokes a hand down his naked back, humming in loving sympathy and trying to comfort him, it somehow feels better than ever before, even though he’s still bawling his eyes out naked on top of her, and he’s completely lost his hard-on by this point and every shake of his shoulders shifts him inside of her and makes him whimper with over-sensitivity.
Eddie’s heart feels raw and his body completely wrung out, but it’s the best goddamn moment of his life and he never wants it to end. He has no defenses anymore , not like he ever really did with her. And the feeling of something shifting and giving way to make even more room in his chest feels like some sort of impossibly freakish miracle after a lifetime of fear.
He doesn’t want it to go away.
But eventually, it does, Eddie’s tears finally drying up and his heart slowing down, as he coasts for as long as possible in the safety of Chrissy’s arms sniffling against her and wondering where they’ll go from there. No one’s ever gotten to the other side of his walls before like Chrissy…he doesn’t know what to expect or what it’s going to be like between them now.
Eddie gulps heavily, trying to keep himself from freezing up again or holding his breath. It’s really all he can do to just - fucking - try to hold it together for her. Not to shrink back behind his fortifications, surrender to it all, and just - let himself hope for a minute that she stays through the upsidedown rollercoaster that apparently is his life now. After all, she has so far.
Gathering up his courage, Eddie pulls back from his hiding spot in Chrissy’s neck and looks her in the face, finding her beaming at him in sweet elation and relief at his words - beautiful dimples, bunny teeth, and all - just like him, through teary eyes and a snotty nose, like she’s been crying too. And that impossible feeling comes back again. He leans down, resting his forehead against hers and taking a deep breath.
It’s just her. It’s just Chrissy. That’s all he needs and he’s right-side-up again.
So it feels completely apropos of the moment when Chrissy turns the tables on Eddie, twisting them around until he’s falling back on the faded sheets of his bed and stuffing his half-hard cock back inside of her - stopping only to rip off his Iron Maiden shirt and expose her pert breasts to the cold air and sweetly wiping away the tears and snot on both their wet faces with trembling fingers - before beginning to gyrate on top of him, intent on continuing where they’d left off. She’s so beautiful.
And all of a sudden they’re kissing, holding tight to each other as if they’d never stopped to begin with, deep and wet and so fucking right - losing themselves in the feelings and desires so newly discovered and finding their balance once again as Chrissy sets up an almost punishing pace on his overly-sensitive softened cock. Eddie can’t help but grimace a little but groans through it anyways. He loves her even more when she’s greedy, like this, so eager to be full of him.
It’s more than just that this time, though - a new excitement filling them both up as his dick slowly starts to rally inside her, causing Chrissy to moan softly, close her eyes, and throw her head back in a sensual thrill, letting the curtain of her strawberry blonde hair fall behind her while she drags her nails down Eddie’s soft stomach and causes him to shiver and twitch beneath her.
It’s the new knowledge that they’re both on the same page now, and the sheer disbelief that she’s going to let Eddie fucking knock her up that heats things up so fast.
“Now?” Eddie asks her breathlessly, already feeling pleasurably strained under the onslaught of her tight pussy drilling down onto him, but determined to make sure he knows what’s going on in her mind - that he doesn’t cross any lines until she is ready, never wanting to hurt her. He would literally kill himself if he ever thought he did. Chrissy bites down on her bottom lip and shoots him a coquettish smile, before nodding eagerly. Eddie chokes out an embarrassing whine at the hungry look in her eyes. Fuuuck. He’s never gotten so hard so quickly.
Now.
“I want it, Eddie,” Chrissy pants - reminding him - then impaling herself even more on his now hard-as-steel dick and fucking herself on him, causing Eddie’s eyes to roll back in his head, and his entire body flushes red with desire. Pinned underneath her, he can’t move even if he wanted to, completely overcome watching her use him and unable to do anything else but reach his big hands to grasp around her tiny waist and let his imagination run wild, the reigns on his sanity completely falling away.
Eddie moves his hands up to cover Chrissy’s now-naked tits swaying tantalizingly in the dark - so perfect and soft - in his big hands and squeezes them roughly until he hears her squeak above him, picturing them getting so swollen and ripe for their baby and oh-so-sensitive - her nipples puffy and begging for a greedy mouth to feast on them, and he fucking starts drooling at the thought . Jesus Christ, he never imagined he was such a fucking pervert.
But still, he can’t help himself as his mind and hand keeps going, wandering from her chest to her middle, imagining the taut skin of her still-narrow waist getting bigger and bigger, ballooning out and stretching against his hand, so fat and round with the evidence of their love and it’s like a switch gets flicked in his head, pushing him from out-of-his-mind turned on to delirious, his knees automatically drawing up behind Chrissy, so he has enough leverage to fuck up into her - hard.
“Oohhhh yesss, Eddie-!” Shit, it’s so good. Chrissy whimpers, bracing her hands on his chest in order to take the strength of his pummeling. “It’s sooo good baby, please -!” But he is still lost, dreaming of watching Chrissy walk down the halls of Hawkins High fucking full of him and everyone will be able to see - that he fucked her so good he filled her to bursting with his kid - that Chrissy Cunningham chose Eddie Munson as the one who could give her everything she wanted and he’d more than delivered.
He feels like a dirty animal thinking about marking her like some kind of territory - proving his virility by fucking a baby into her - but he can’t help but let out a deeply satisfied moan anyways, the shame of it mixing with the pleasure in a potent combination, and only coming back to earth when he feels Chrissy’s sharp nails digging into his chest and begging him for some attention, and her beady eye trained on his blissed-out face and strained neck, glinting with sweat at his immense effort to hold on for her.
“Tell me, Eddie,” She begs him shakily, torturously drawing out the slow drag of her hips to slow his pace down a bit and refocus him back onto her. “Tell me what’ you’re thinking, baby.” And that’s another crack in Eddie’s attempt at any kind of mastery over himself. He can never control his own filthy mouth.
“Fuuuck, baby, you’re going to make me come soo hard-,” Eddie whines, cutting himself off only briefly, hesitating to let it all loose but swallowing against any remaining fear, girding his heart and sitting up, to drag her naked body to press tightly against his and clutch her close as they climb to the edge together. “I’m gonna come so hard inside you, Chris -” His voice cuts out in nerves. Chrissy sighs, sliding her small fingers into his hair, and tugs at the nape of his neck reassuringly, anchoring him so he can push them over that line.
Eddie clears his throat, shuts his eyes, and dives in, letting it all spill out between them, holding nothing back and giving her everything. Everything. “Gonna fuck a baby into you, Chris - Get you so fat and full,” Chrissy lets out a full and unexpectedly loud keen when he finally says it, bowing back a little in his arms as she moves him frantically in and out of her clenching pussy.
“You want that?” Eddie goads her, thrilled and blinking in the face of her reaction, reaching his hand down to rub firmly against her engorged clit, and coaxing out another loud sound from her small body - this time the start of a painful-sounding wail. “Tell me you want it, Princess,” He moans, fusing their mouths together in an open slobbering kiss, somehow hoping to catch the sounds of her pleasure in his own body and bounce them back to her in endless reverberation.
“I want it, I want it, I want it, baby -” Chrissy croaks, her hips climbing higher and higher mercilessly in his lap, and her face contorting in the beginnings of ecstasy. Fuuuck, she’s so fucking hot like this, blinding and consuming and so so big in his eyes. Eddie doubles up the friction on her clit, knowing her body well enough to see the signs that she’s already getting close - her tiny hands coming up to play with her tits and a look of concentrated bliss furrowed in her brow.
“Yeah? You want me to fill you up, baby? Chrissy’s eyes flutter closed, her mouth slackening, and she just nods mutely - not able to speak anymore.”Till it takes?”Another wail shakes her tiny body, seemingly drawing out forever as he gives her more and more. Fuuuckking shiiit. “Want me to knock you up, Princess? Huh?” Eddie rasps, almost completely losing his voice, past the point of no return. But he fucking keeps going.“ You wanna have my baby? Is that what you want?”
“Yeaaah, Eddie-!” Chrissy, sobs as Eddie presses sucking kisses against the sensitive and flushed skin on her neck and tries his best to fucking get her there, fingers flicking teasingly against her clit in time with every one of his thrusts against her G-spot, and the muscles in her wet channel begin to quiver and shake around him. Almost. “I w-want to feel y-ou come inside soo baadd -,” Her breath hitches in her sweaty chest, when Eddie presses deeply up into her at the same time he encircles her waist between his large hands and presses down. Fucking hell.
“I got you, Chrissy,” Eddie urges her, wheezing and practically choking on his own tongue, feeling her heart slamming against his and watching her mouth begin to contort in that silent “O” he loves so much. “Come on, come on, come on,” He chants mindlessly, pistoning in and out of her pussy. “Come on, baby, gonna fuck a baby into you, Chrissy, gonna make you come so hard. Wanna feel you soo bad,” he grunts roughly, barely holding onto his restraint at this point, but wanting desperately to come together in this moment - holding each other. Almost.
“I’m g-gonna c-come, Eddie -! Baby -” Chrissy chokes out before tipping over, her body going silent and rigid in his arms as she ducks her head to his shoulder, latching onto the meat of it with her teeth and biting him - hard . Enough to draw a little blood, he thinks as he feels her cunt clench around him like a fucking vice and finally rip his release from him along with a desperate loud bellow he’s never fucking made before in his life, his orgasm punching through him like a high-speed train and stealing the air from his lungs. Holy fucking fuck.
It feels endless. For her, and for him, Chrissy practically strangling him against her as she comes, her ravenous mouth still latched onto his shoulder and her greedy pussy torturously contracting and clamping around his throbbing cock, milking him for all he’s worth, as he spurts ropes and ropes of his seed deep inside of her with no condom, no spermicide, no diaphragm - nothing between them to stop it from taking root - to stop Chrissy from getting pregnant with his baby. That ought to fucking do it, Eddie thinks.
Then he blacks out.
When Eddie comes to, a mere moments later, he finds himself slumped heavily against Chrissy, who is still vibrating in his arms and pressing delicate kisses to the raw bite-print she’s left on his shoulder - Hungry thing - and whispering that she loves him in a warmly satisfied voice and his heart fucking melts in his chest, shortly joined by his brain which liquefies and drips out of his ears until he can’t feel or comprehend anything another than, Holy fucking shit . Holy fucking shit. Holy fucking shit.
He pulls her in for a deep, wet, kiss, trying to let the words he can’t get out of his head come through. He loves her. He loves her so fucking much. Chrissy Cunningham fucking killed him and all he wants to do is smile, thank her, and ask for fucking more. Holy fucking shit. She took it. He gave her fucking everything. She kisses him back just as intensely, and Eddie’s heart clenches with painful gratitude in his chest. Holy fucking shit. He loves her so much.
Eddie’s never been so fuck struck before, and it somehow gets even worse when Chrissy starts making moves to get off of him as he softens in her, pushing him back on the bed and rolling over him with her hand cupped between her legs, keeping his come inside, then lays down in bed next to him. Before he can ask what she’s doing, Chrissy immediately grabs one of his lumpy pillows and shoves it directly underneath her hips, cheating them slightly backward, then finally takes her hand away. What the fuck?
“ Uhhh, what are you doing, Chris?” Eddie asks, with the only two brain cells that remain in his fucking head, and focuses closely on her face which shines happily with sweat, her long strawberry blonde hair sticking charmingly to her cheeks, as she lays back expectantly, naked as a jay-bird on his pillow and soiled sheets like she’s readying herself for another round or - something Eddie doesn’t understand . He makes a confused sound in the back of his throat and cocks his head at her dumbly. What is she up to now?
“I’m letting gravity do it’s job,” Chrissy replies, flushing and smiling so wide at him that it’s like the sun has come out even though it’s still, somehow, the middle of the night. Eddie watches as she lightly strokes the soft rise of her belly with the tips of her fingers, her large eyes gleaming up at him in love, hope, and excitement. He lets out a strangled sound, as he pathetically starts choking on his own spit. She’s- She’s fucking - Gravity. So she gets pregnant. Holy Fucking Shit. He almost blacks out again.
Instead, without thought Eddie finds himself between Chrissy’s legs again, his fingers plunging their way into her cunt to try and somehow push the remnants of his come even deeper inside of her, brushing against her sensitive G-spot on the way, and finds his hot mouth fused to her swollen clit to try and pull another orgasm from her worn out body, in hopes that in some way the convulsions will help it along even more. He’s gonna get Chrissy Cunningham pregnant with his baby if it’s the last thing he fucking does. Even if it kills him. Holy fucking shit.
Chrissy moans headily at Eddie’s touch.
She fucking wrecks him.