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𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘, 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘, 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘

KINKTOBER X — eddie munson x fem!reader

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“Shh, sweetheart. Don’t want them hearing you, now do we?” His voice is so quiet you can barely hear him over the stereo. You probably wouldn’t have if he hadn’t been speaking directly into your ear, lips brushing against your skin. “Be a doll and grab that blanket, hm?”

or the one where you’re stuck sitting in the back of Robin’s car for your beach trip. with eddie. on his lap.

warnings: accidental stimulation, premature ejaculation, fingering (f! receiving), public sex

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You hated Robin’s new car.

It was cute, sure, with the convertible top and the two doors that made it look like a kid’s toy than a vehicle, but you hated it. The backseat was nonexistent and, of course, in honor of her most recent purchase, she had to be the one to drive the four of you down to the beach for the night.

You loved Robin. You were so proud of her for saving up and for finally getting a car of her own, but you would kill for a real backseat right now. And a trunk.

All of your bags had been shoved into one half of the backseat, or what could barely be called one, and after Steve had unsurprisingly been gifted shotgun, that left one seat. For both you and Eddie.

“It’ll be fine,” you assured Robin, not wanting to be the reason the four of you had to take Eddie’s van again. “No biggie.”

But that was before you’d actually gotten situated in the car and before Robin had gotten off of the freeway and onto the backroads and before your crotch had perfectly angled itself against the zipper of Eddie’s jeans. You’d already spent an hour on the interstate. You thought you would’ve gone numb by now.

It shouldn’t work you up this much. You’d sat on his lap before, at a party or two, but you could feel every imperfection in the road as it sent the outline of his cock up further, pressing against you in the most delicious bit of friction.

“You good?” you hear Eddie whisper in your ear and you can’t help but squirm in his grasp. His arm is locked tight around your waist, the other laid out, palm flat against your bare thigh.

“Yeah,” you say. “Fabulous.”

“You sure, sweetheart?” he asks and you force yourself to think about your grandma and kittens and a little kid in a candy store. Anything to make you forget about how good he sounds right now and how nice his breath feels against your neck.

“Sure,” you squeak. Another bump in the road has your clit throbbing against the seam of his pants as Robin apologizes.

“Angel,” he whispers. “I can feel you.”

“What?”

“I can feel you.” You keep your eyes locked on the front seat. “And I know you can feel me, too.”

You can feel him. Can feel the sticky, wet spot beneath you and suddenly all the grunts he’d been making earlier made a lot of sense.

“Eddie-“

“Shh, sweetheart. Don’t want them hearing you, now do we?” His voice is so quiet you can barely hear him over the stereo. You probably wouldn’t have if he hadn’t been speaking directly into your ear, lips brushing against your skin. “Be a doll and grab that blanket, hm?”

You grab that blanket that’s stuffed beneath your feet. It’s thin, thankfully, but not thin enough to show anything happening beneath it as you throw it over your lap.

“Everything alright back there?” Steve asks.

“Fine! Just got… cold, y’know?” you sputter out. You can feel your face getting hotter as you pray that neither of them will turn around.

“Oh! I can turn the ac down if you need me to! Or-“

“Good, Rob. Promise,” you assure her.

His hand slips in your shorts as soon as you’ve gotten everything situated. The hand that was previously resting on your knee. The other one is still keeping you locked to his frame, not that you’d have anywhere else to go, really.

“Can’t believe you got this wet just sitting on my lap,” he tuts. He pops the button easily, somehow, with his thumb before he’s pushing past the waistband of your panties. His movements are slow, barely there in an effort to minimize the noise.

“Eds,” you whimper. One he disguises with a cough.

“Shh, be quiet or I stop.”

You bite your tongue.

“So, Harrington. How’s the front seat treating you?” Eddie asks as he pushes his middle finger through your folds, gathering the slick that has built up there.

“Fine?” Steve responds. “It’d be better if Robin let me pick the music.”

“No one wants to listen to Tears for Fears, Steve. Plus, driver picks the music! It’s, like, car rules 101,” Robin scoffs. She takes a second to breathe before she’s starting up again. “And another thing-“

“Robin! No one else wants to listen to Rocky Horror Picture show for four hours!”

Eddie takes their distraction as a chance to slip his finger inside of you.

“Don’t know how long we’ve got, sweetheart,” he mumbles.

The heel of his palm digs into your clit as he pumps the digit in and out of you. It only takes him a couple thrusts to add his ring finger into the mix, scissoring his fingers and curling them against your gummy walls.

“What do you think, Munson?” you hear Robin ask through the cotton that’s been stuffed in your ears.

“Sure, yeah,” he replies. It’s a wonder the squelch of your pussy is concealed enough, both under the blanket and the stereo Robin has turned up to an uncomfortable volume. “Think you can cum for me, angel? Know how much you need it.”

You nod. It’s hard to form words, tongue heavy in your mouth. All you can focus on is Eddie. How he smells, the cigarette smoke on his breath. The cotton of his t-shirt and metal of his rings. The drag of his fingers inside you.

“Eddie,” you whimper.

“I know, sweetheart,” he says and you remember the stain of his cum on his jeans. The thought alone is enough to send you spiraling, toppling over into your orgasm with a silent moan. “Aw, wasn’t that good, baby?”

You’re heaving as you come down. Panting like a dog as he removes his fingers and wipes your wetness on his jeans.

“Now, aren’t you glad we took Robin’s car?” he whispers.

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