A/N: Not idea at this point, just full on shameless smut.
How in the hell did she let this happen?
How did she allow that freak Munson to actually put his fingers inside her, curling them in such a way she feels her nails dig into the bench beneath her, that shit eating grin on his face as he does it.
Oh, right. Revenge. That's why.
His thumb finds her clit, and she lets out a slight squeal, slapping a hand over her mouth right after.
Jesus fucking Christ how was he of all people so good at this?
"I know a better way to shut you up if you'd let me."
She eyes him for a moment, trusting him enough to lower her hand even though she knows she shouldn't. The jerk curls his fingers and she let out another yelp, slapping him in the arm which forces him to laugh.
"Asshole." She says with gritted teeth, and he laughs harder.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." He leans in with a smirk. "You hate me." He kisses her deeply, teeth against her lips as he pulls his fingers from her and rubs them against her slick folds. She lets out another groan against his mouth this time, feeling him smile against her lips.
"Munson – "
He kisses her again, sloppily and wet as he pushes two thick fingers back inside her and slowly starts to move them achingly back and forth. She can feel his rings pressed against her cunt, the cold sting of metal making her body shiver. His free hand is pulling at her top, attempting to push it up. "Off. Now."
She pulls back and shoots him a look.
"Please?" He says with a hard voice as he kisses her again. "Wanna see you. Considering this will be my only chance."
She leans back, wanting to tell him to fuck off, but she pulls off her top because fuck it, why not? He seems slightly in awe as he eyes her breasts, his fingers tracing the lace of her bra. She leans back to expose herself more to him and he moves in to place a kiss against her neck. His mouth moves down her body, lips against the top of her breasts as he pulls down the fabric of her bra to expose her to him.
Eddie Fucking Munson of all people was doing this to her, and she was fucking loving it.
His tongue is hard against her nipple before he eclipses it with his mouth, tugging softly with his teeth which forces another moan. Her hand moves to his hair without really thinking about, tugging it gently.
"Christ, you are so fucking hot."
She doesn't know when his voice had started to sound like that, low and sultry, but it forces her to grind her hips against his hand, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she tries not to make a sound.
"Munson – please – "
"Hm, what's that?"
He sinks his fingers inside her, agonizingly slow, smirking as he does it. Her eyes roll back as her whole-body slumps slightly at the complete bliss.
"Wanna come – " She makes sure it doesn't sound like begging as much as she wants to.
"Oh?" He places another kiss against her breast before he moves back up. "Do you want me to make you come?"
She nods vigorously feeling his mouth on her collar bone, sucking tenderly. "Say it." He mumbles against her skin, "Wanna hear the words come out of your mouth Cherry."
There's this resistance to. She can't admit that Lana Pearson, Future Prom Queen, wants Eddie Munson to make her come undone in the fucking rec room of Steve Harington's house, terrified the lock on the door wasn't going to hold.
She can hear the bass of the music through the ceiling, hoping to God it's covering up her ever increasing moans.
Suddenly he's pulling his mouth away, his fingers, and she's left with this complete feeling of emptiness.
"Why did you stop?" She breathless as she says it, her cunt aching from the lack of touch.
He places his hands on the bench either side of her, quirking an eyebrow. "Not doing it unless you say it."
"That's so fucking mean." She fixes her bra, not wanting to be exposed to him in that moment. "You can't just get someone worked up and then stop cause of that!"
He shrugs lazily. "I'm fully aware you're using me right now, so I'm allowed to put some rules in, aren't I?"
That surprises her. "I didn't – "
"Because I know that Monday you're going to walk into school and go back to pretending I don't exist."
She looks him over, knowing that might be ever so slightly true. She can feel herself throbbing. "Why can't we just finish and then put it down to being a drunken mistake or something?"
He grimaces slightly. "I so enjoy just constantly being everyone's drunken mistake." He says it so bitterly it makes her stomach hurt.
"I don't know what you want me to say?"
"Nothing." He says sadly. "Let's just forgot it." He moves away from her then, over to the couch in the middle of the room where he slumps down onto it with a heavy sigh. "You should get out of here before they send a search party or something. Queenies missing, better call the cavalry."
The anger burns in her chest as she grabs the top and tugs it back on.
She slides off the bench, watching him as he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. She angrily makes her way back to the stairs, one step, two step. But now she's really fucking angry.
"You know you're using me too, right?"
"As if." He mumbles.
She walks back down and storms over so she's in front of him again. He looks her over as he lights the cigarette. "Yeah, you are. Taking advantage of the fact that Craig and I broke up less than an hour ago.'
"You came onto me Queenie." He says as he takes another inhale.
"Me? All I was after was a bit of dope to make me feel better, you're the one that kept making come fuck me eyes – " He rolls his then. "And going on about it. 'Oh, you know there's other way to get over a break up, don't you cherry?', and I, am in a very vulnerable state."
"Yeah you seemed utterly devastated over the great and mighty Basketball jock, considering you almost jumped me in the garden twenty minutes after the fact."
"Oh, give me a break Munson with your oh poor sad me cause the hot girl wants to fuck me routine, it's actually really pathetic."
He takes another inhale, the smoke rolling on his tongue. "You wanna fuck me?"
Fuck. How did she let it slip. Lana can feel herself heating up as he stares at her, she can almost feel the ghost of his fingers rolling inside her.
"Fuck off Munson."
He smirks as he leans forward, stubbing the cigarette out on the table to the side of him. His eyes are gazing over her, his fingers scratching against his jeans. "You know Pearson, I'm feeling kind of generous, So if you just say it I will do all sorts of nasty things to you until you are begging me to let you come because you can't take another second of it."
Her walls clench around nothing.
Lana never really noticed it before, but there's something consequentially sexy about him that she can't quite put her finger on. Maybe it was the confidence he had in himself to think that was even a possibility, even Craig hadn't managed to make her beg to come despite him not being terrible at it.
"What about Monday? and me pretending you don't exist?"
He looks up at her, smirking as he does. "That's the thing, isn't it? You can pretend, but we'll both still know that my fingers were inside you, seconds away from making you squeal. Even if you don't want to admit it."
She actually feels herself become wet at his words. He sits himself up, taking her hands, pulling her closer and in-between his now open legs. She just lets it happen despite the niggling voice telling her it's a bad idea.
His hands are sliding up her thighs, massaging the skin with his rough hands, moving further and further up and it causes her to shudder. He uses a knee to separate her legs, fingers skim up her inner thigh, cupping her cunt, his thumb sliding along her folds that are already slick.
Her knees buckle at the sensation.
Munson moves the thumb against her clit, now slowly, impatiently. She actually hears him whine as he sluggishly pushes her skirt up.
"Who could've guessed that you would get so wet for me, eh Cherry?" He breathes against her.
She had to agree. Never once in her life would she have thought she would actually be in such a compromising position with him of all people.
"Now, are you going to be a good little prom queen and just fucking say it so I can make you come?"
He places a hard kiss against the inside of her thigh, his tongue running along her skin. Her eyes flicker close as she feels it move further up and she shudders as it gets achingly close to her centre.
"Munson – "
"Come on love, you're practically dripping for me. Stop being so fucking stubborn and just say it."
She should object, but she can't deny the truth. That he is doing something to her that she can't even comprehend. She was desperate, needy, she couldn't take the fucking teasing anymore.
"Ok! Ok – please, please Munson. Please make me come, ok? Happy now?"
He answers with his mouth as it moves against her clit, circling, sucking and she lets out a gasp. His hands are on her hamstrings, pulling her towards him, her knees either side of him as he drags her down against his mouth on the couch beneath them.
"Munson what are you doing?" She gasps as his fingers move into her now, excruciatingly slow inside her body.
"Having you sit on my face, what does it look like I'm fucking doing?"
Craig had eaten her out before, but it had been nothing like this. Lazy licks and gentle kisses that had been nice but not particularly blinding. The way Munson suckled on her, lapped at her, like a man starved was so utterly arousing she didn't think she could take it.
She clenches the back of the couch as he swirls a tongue around her clit, torturing her at this point as her body shudders violently. Lana hears herself whimpering as she grinds her hips against his face.
"That's it, good girl." He places another kiss against her as his fingers move faster, then he stops again, moving them achingly slow.
The fucking asshole.
The tension from before, on the bench, it had built up and seems to come in a wave. It doesn't take much of his fingers and tongue for her to already feel it come crashing down over her.
"I - I'm close. F-fuck."
He removes his fingers from her and for a second she wants to scream at him. Then she realises what he's doing and annoyingly she's going to have to give in before her heart gives out.
"Eddie – please, please make me come – I can't. I can't take it."
He clasps her thighs with his strong hands and shoves his face into her cunt, sucking hard on her clit.
That does it.
She mutters slurred explicates as she grinds against his face, her thighs trembling as she feels the orgasm washing over her.
"Eddie - fuck!"
She tries to pull herself away from him as it becomes too much, but he grips her harder, his tongue working through the wave of her orgasm. Eddie stops then, gently kissing her, her body trembling as the high seems to cease.
She collapses to her knees on his lap, breathing hard and heavy, words seem to escape her as she drops her head onto his chest as her own tightens.
Lana hears a laugh from him, but she can't lift her head, embarrassment forcing her cheeks to go red.
"Fuck." He groans, stroking her back. "Who knew the prom queen was so needy?" She thumps him in the chest with her fist as she finally raises her head with an angry glare on her face, and he lets out another laugh. "Don't ruin it sweetheart we were having such a nice moment."
"Well, I was anyway."
"Oh I was too." He grins, glancing down. Her eyes follow his, leaning back as she notices the stain on his jeans.
"Did you – "
"Mhm." He hums. "Something about watching you, tasting you. Couldn't help myself. You're so fucking hot."
As it seems to wash away, she realises she's sat in Eddie Munson's lap, and he's caressing her back rather affectionately.
"They'll be wondering where I am." She forces herself to say.
He eyes her over, nods, and she clumbers off his lap, legs still trembling slightly as she sits on the couch next to him.
Eddie seems to be catching his breath too. He rolls his head back, wets his lips as he closes his eyes. "Fuck." He murmurs to himself.
It was so completely unlike her to do something like this, with someone like him. But while she's down in this basement she's going to play into it, pretend she isn't head cheerleader or queen bee. As soon as she walked up those stairs, it was going to be over. Back to reality.
"Do you know where my underwear is?"
His eyes flicker open then. "No idea Cherry."
She rolls her eyes as she stands, legs aching as she moves back over to the bench and starts to search.
"You took them off me." She says slightly irritated.
"Did I? Can't remember."
She glances back over to him, and he's watching her with this look of lust he shouldn't be using.
"This was a one-time thing Munson, remember that."
"Oh, I will not be forgetting queen bee Lana Pearson riding my fucking face any time soon."
She glares at him, and he smirks, asshole.
"I can't find my underwear."
"Look, it doesn't matter." He groans as he pushes himself up from his seat. "Another lost pair of panties in Steve Harrington's basement isn't exactly newsworthy. Besides, it's not like anyone is going to know they are yours. Just…don't bend over once you get upstairs."
"Funny."
He's in front of her now, wetting his lips slowly. "Did you know you taste fucking amazing?"
She shouldn't be playing into it, but her chest thuds just by the way he's looking at her.
"Oh yeah, like what?"
"Do you like Canned Pineapple?"
She wants to punch him. "Shut up. Don't tease."
"I'm serious! Like…syrupy sweetness but not as intense? It was fucking incredible." He moves into her slightly and she feels the unsettling cramp of arousal. "If you had let me, I would have stayed there all night." Eddie leans down to kiss her and she can taste herself on his mouth. He was right, this sugary taste seemed to drift against her tongue, and she feels a moan against her mouth as his tongue slides against hers. If she told any of her friends about this, she knew they would be absolutely disgusted, but she found it so completely erotic that she feels herself clench again.
Then there's the stark realisation that he's kissing her rather tenderly, so she pulls herself away. "I should go."
"Yeah. You should. Back to reality I suppose."
She's hesitant as she moves away from him, slowly making her way over to the stairs.
"See ya Cherry." He mumbles softly as he pulls the cigarettes from his pocket, and she ascends the stairs, trying to forget it.