Yours, | Eddie Munson

Beautiful | Nineteen

I'm hoping to update lots this weekend! my family is out of town so I'll have more time to write.

hope you enjoy this chapters lovies💕

CW: SMUT, alcohol use, cigarette use.

18+ , viewer discretion HIGHLY advised.

Presenting Beautiful

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11:47

I glanced over to the door, anxiously waiting for Mom.

As the minutes go by, my heart pounds harder in my chest.

Finally, the door creaks open, Mom stumbling inside.

She looks shocked to see me, but quickly changes her expression to a small smile.

"Hey honey," Mom says, kissing my head and hurrying past me.

I nod, watching her creep into her bedroom.

I disregarded her odd behavior, hurrying up to my room.

Slipping on my shoes, I glance at my clock.

Exactly twelve.

I wait a moment, listening to the quiet house for any noises or signs of anyone being awake.

Switching off my lights, I open my window lightly, slipping outside.

My eyes drift to the end of the road, seeing Eddie's van pull onto my road.

I jump onto my lawn, running over to the vehicle.

"Hi Eds," I smile, hopping into the passenger seat.

He smiles warmly back at me, "Hey."

He drives off quickly, the dark road illuminated by his headlights.

I feel his hand resting on my thigh as he drives, he really likes doing that.

"How late can you stay?" He asks, pulling into the park.

I pause, thinking of how early my parents will wake up. "Until seven."

He nods, turning off the engine.

We hurry inside, quickly making our way to his bedroom.

Immediately, I wrap my arms around his neck, his hands slithering to my waist, pulling himself close to me.

Our lips melt together, our tongues swirling against each other.

I push our bodies to his mattress, me on top of him.

My fingers fall down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it lightly.

He reaches down, pulling his shirt off swiftly.

"We got right to the point, hm?" Eddie smirks as I kiss down his chest.

I hum back up at him, bringing my mouth back to his.

As he reaches to pull my shirt off, I stop him.

"Wait," I smirk, pulling myself off of him, looking around his room.

My eyes land on what I want; Handcuffs.

He raises his brow at me upon seeing what's in my hand.

I make my way back to him, crawling on top of him. "Put your hands up." I whisper.

He shakes his head, but does as told.

I cuff the cold metal onto his wrists, kissing down his chest to his waistband.

"Is this okay?" I ask softly, looking up at him.