cw: 18+, smut, piv, age gap 25/45, heavy on the praise, heavy on the names, daddy kink a little bit 😩 sorry 💗
short blurb! i decided to cut this from what i was writing it for. i just like this little bit too much to make it filthy for some reason. there’s a backstory to these two, i just don’t know what it is yet. anyway, i didn’t wanna get stuck on this, it got way way away from me and i wanna write more kink requests. so i rid myself of this, throw it at you and bow out.
Dark skies and the pitter-patter of heavy rain on the roof, Eddie’s bedroom glows lowly and grey and only with whatever sun manages to leak through the storm clouds. Thunder rumbles in the distance, still, it’s close enough to feel the trembling down the paneled walls. Your eyes open on his and there’s a flash of white from behind the curtain of his curly bedhead. Then there’s a stillness that drapes over the room, calm and passion.
The room smells like sex and pot, tangy, from finishing the half’a joint left from last night. Eddie smells like cinnamon and spearmint and him, warm, and you swallow it all with every quiet gasp he takes from you.
Time doesn’t exist, not on Sundays. No work, no engagements or errands, Eddie’s already knocked the phone off the hook so it can’t ring. It’s just you and him and this. You’ve been indulging in each other since early morning: gentle strokes, kind grasps, long kisses, and tangled limbs, sweat and saliva and slick, a few cathartic tears.
Can I…
Will you…
Does that feel nice?
Don’t stop
Please
So good for me
Slow, slow, slow, slow
Gentle, gentle, gentle
Right there, right there
Faster, faster
More, more, more, more, more, more, more
You’ve cum thrice and your body belongs to him.
Eddie holds himself over you, chest hovering, face never too far. He’s still close enough for you to lean forward and kiss the small lines beside his eye, Thank you, baby girl, he whispers.
Eddie bumps the fat head of his cock as deep as your body will allow him. It’s a gentle rhythm that he’s adopted by hardly pulling out of you at all; just pushing deeper deeper deeper. He loves the sound it punches from you; sweet little yips and gasps that he claims for his own.
He moves a hand to the crown of your head, a shield that protects you from thumping against the wooden headboard as he ruts into you. His tattooed knuckles take the brunt, Thank you, daddy, you whimper, a breath of a thing.
Each prod of his cock is electric, it’s heat, it’s the coil in your belly burning red hot and tightening. His shoulder blades roll under your palms where you try to anchor yourself, crescent shaped indents and cuts left in your wake. You flutter around him and the hand he has splayed at the dip of your waist grabs firmly at any fat he can.
“That feels nice. Yeah, baby?” he says against your jaw, breath casting dew like early morning before he presses a kiss. Then another to the edge of your mouth before he nudges your nose with his, passing a sigh through your parted lips when he thrusts again.
“So nice,” you breathe.
Gonna cum again for me?
Cum for daddy, princess.
When you do, it’s your fourth, and it rips through you; shuddering and legs clamping around his waist. Eddie fucks you through it, pinning you to him with one hand pressed up against the small of your back, the other cradling your head in the salty juncture of his neck. It gives him the leverage he needs to pull you down down and take him to stuffed.
“Good girl, baby. So fffucking good for me.”
You claw at his shoulders, blunt nails digging for purchase, slipping down the sheen of sweat on his back. You try to bury your embarrassing moans and huffs in his shoulder, Eddie’s so lost in your sounds he’s deaf to his own. His cock just doesn’t stop pushing and pushing and pushing despite your spasming walls. He rolls his hips and the coarse hair at the base of his shaft brush your already overstimulated clit setting you aflame.
It comes out before you can stop it: a moan that tears from the pit of your stomach. It’s the first sound either of you’ve made that’s louder than the rain. Everything’s been whispers and murmurs. Sighs and gasps muffled by the proximity of your bodies, just molded together and melting.
When you stop shaking in Eddie's arms, he kisses you deep, slow, salt and pepper scruff scratching up the tender skin around your chin and lips. You’ll be red for days. You let his tongue covet your mouth and he allows you the same, wide sweeping motions that has him drooling straight down your throat.
“M’sore, baby,” you whimper against him. He’s not even moving right now but the ache from hours of him has your walls feeling bruised. Eddie pulls away just far enough to see you. His big brown eyes are swallowed black, fringe and curls sticking to his face with sweat.
“I know, honey. I’m almost done,” he coos as he sits back on his knees. Your chests and tummies unstick like an orange from its peel, skin from skin. Your hand reaches out to touch him, he’s too far now.
“But, baby,” your lip wobbles, tears prick as the emotions from your last orgasm surface. It’s hard to make sense of it, you’re just feeling sensitive as a whole. Eddie, with his full attention on you, pushes a mass of curls behind his ear. The same hand lands on your knee, thumb rubbing circles while he lets you work it out. You huff and stutter and one tear manages to slip down, tracking into your ear where you feel it settle cold. “I- I don’t think I can-can take anymore.”
Eddie sighs, shuffling forward, his cock still inside of you moving deeper when he reaches to cup your cheek. You wrap your hand around his wrist, nuzzling into his rough palm as your cunt stretches around him again. His thumb strokes the highest point of your cheek. You look to him, wide eyed and pleading.
“Baby girl, I know how much you can take, don’t I?”
You frown but nod in agreement.
“You don’t think you know better than me, do you, princess?” he asks, hiking a lazy brow. He shakes his head back and forth to encourage your response. You follow his lead, though you didn’t need it.
A BIG ASS shoutout to Martha May Whovier for being a monsterfucker! 🥰
She was the representation I needed in this movie! 😂
I’m thinking about THEM this Christmas season. 😊💖
Kinda like I do every Christmas season lol. 😆
dance with me? // Eddie Munson x fem!slight bimbo! reader
i think my type is toxic men, so here we go. eddie being a lil toxic…
warnings: slightly mean!eddie, language, does not end well
summary: all Eddie’s girl wants to do is dance with him after he got off stage, but he’s in a bad mood.
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Eddie had gotten news that there was going to be a music producer at the Hideout tonight and out of his nerves, his sweaty finger slid too far down the frets, causing a sour note to ring out. He immediately acted like nothing happened and went back to his flawless shredding, but nonetheless was embarrassed by the unusual occurrence. Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin had spotted the producer before their set began and he had been keeping an eye on the man to watch his facial expressions for signs of interest. He was angry with himself as a frown appeared on the man’s face at the sound of the wrong note. The band played the rest of their set without mistakes and quickly got off the stage to get drinks and let the next gig play their own songs.
As soon as you saw Eddie step off the stage, you ran up to him and gave him a big hug and a messy kiss, slightly smearing your lipgloss on his face. You felt him return a small peck before his hands lightly shoved your hips back to move you away from him.
“Babe, stop.” He huffed out. You could tell he was in a bad mood, but he hardly ever denied kisses.
“Eds? What’s wrong?” You pouted your glossy lips at him and watched as he slightly rolled his eyes.
“Nothing, but there’s a producer here tonight and I messed up my solo-” Eddie paused his small rant, cracking his knuckles.
“You did amazing! Your solo was perfect, Eds!” You praised him and leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he put a hand up to stop you and his jaw slightly dropped.
“Babe, quick, he’s coming. He’s coming, uhhh-” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket to seemingly act normal. The rest of the band came over as the producer introduced himself. The group of men talked for about half an hour as you patiently waited beside Eddie, sipping on a coke and lightly nodding your head to the music being played. You heard a familiar intro to a song you seemed to love lately and immediately turned to Eddie who was still deep in conversation with his band and the producer.
“Eddie? Can you dance with me?” You softly tugged on his jacket sleeve, but still caught the attention of the entire group of men. Eddie’s head snapped down to you, a heated glare directed at you. You had unknowingly interrupted the producer as he was talking. You looked up at Eddie, hopeful he wouldn’t be too mad, but you were met with the angriest look he’s ever given you. He clenched his jaw before answering you: “No.” Eddie went back into the conversation like nothing had happened and you figured you could skip dancing to this song just this once. All of a sudden, you heard the band start to cover your absolute favorite song and before you can stop yourself, you’re tugging at Eddie’s sleeve once again.
“Please, Eddie?” You watched him as he shook his head before looking down at you, anger clearly present in his eyes.
“I told you no. Stop asking me.” His words held rage as he narrowed his eyes at you. “So fucking annoying…” He muttered as he turned back to the group. You felt your heart drop at his words. Your gaze rested on your feet, fighting to keep tears from falling.
You didn’t know anyone in the little bar besides Eddie and his bandmates and they were also your ride home, so there wasn’t exactly anywhere for you to storm off to. Instead, you faced away from the group and crossed your arms over your chest, a pout obvious on your face and a tear rolling down my cheek.
You waited and waited…. and waited. Eddie was deep in conversation with the producer and you were tired, sad, and humiliated. You spotted a small, empty booth in the back of the bar and walked over there to wait on Eddie to be done with his never ending conversation. The night went on for hours, leaving you dozed off in the booth.
“…Miss?” A rough hand shook your shoulder. “Excuse me?… Hello?” The hand shook your shoulder again. You slightly opened your eyes to see a man you recognized as the owner of the Hideout.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep-…” Your words faded out as you looked around at the empty bar. Everyone was gone. “What- what time is it? Where’s Eddie?” You asked the man frantically. He let out a sympathetic sigh and rested his hands on his hips.
“He left, the whole lot of them went home about two hours ago. If I’d known you were with them, I would’ve hollered at ‘em, but…” He shrugged his shoulders and started wiping down the table top with a rag. “If you need a ride home, I’ll be done in about fifteen minutes. You can wait here and I’ll get you when I finish.” The man gave you a friendly smile and headed off to continue cleaning up.
The man closed up the bar and you followed him into his car.
“My names Hank, by the way. Yours?” You gave him a small smile and told him your name. “Ah, Eddie’s girlfriend?” Sadness overcame you as you nodded at the title. “That rockstar givin’ you trouble?” He laughed a little as he asked the question.
“No… He’s fine.” You muttered and Hank burst out laughing at the sound of your distaste.
“Alright, then. Where am I dropping you off?” Hank turned down the volume of the radio to hear you.
“Um… do you know where Eddie’s trailer is?” You watched him nod and you gave him a reassuring smile. “You can just drop me off there, please.”
Hank drove you all the way to Forest Hills trailer park, down the gravel path to Eddie’s trailer, only to find the parking spots empty.
“Doesn’t look like he’s home. You got a key to get in? Or should I take you somewhere else?” You had already unbuckled your seatbelt and started opening the car door.
“Oh no, I’ll be fine! Thank you, Mr. Hank!” He nodded and waved goodbye to you. After waiting for his car to leave your sight, you ran up the steps and knocked on the door, hoping that Gareth borrowed the van and Eddie was actually home. You listened to the crickets chirp before knocking again.
“Eddie? Are you home?” You walked around the side of the trailer and peered into Eddie’s bedroom window. The trailer was completely empty. You let out a huff and started walking back up the gravel path to the entrance of the trailer park. About halfway home, your high heels were killing your feet and your cute little concert outfit was sweaty and uncomfortable. You felt your foot give out as you stepped wrong and found yourself lying on the hard, dirty ground. Tears rapidly poured from your eyes as everything from the night added up and pushed you to the edge.
You stumbled along the dark road, crying your eyes out. Eddie had never been mean to you like that, then he just left you there at the bar, and now you were walking home alone at some ungodly hour of the morning.
As you angrily ranted to yourself, a blinding pair of headlights came into view, swerving down the road. You panicked and froze, staring into the headlights. The car screeched to a halt and you heard the door slam shut.
“Y/n? Baby, is that you?!” Eddie. He ran up to you and held you tight against his chest. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Where’d you go? I didn’t even see you leave the Hideout, I mean I was talking with the boys and then you were just… gone.” He held your face in his hands and softly stroked your cheeks with his thumbs. “What happened, sweetheart? Where’d ya go?” Eddie stared into your eyes, searching for some type of reaction, and he found anger and embarrassment. Your hands pushed at his chest to put distance between the two of you, stumbling over your heels as you backed away.
“Leave me alone, Eddie!” Attempting to walk right past him, he grabbed your arm and turned you back around to face him. You should’ve known that wouldn’t work.
“Baby?…” Hearing Eddie’s voice and feeling his warm hands on you caused everything to boil up inside you again and before you knew it, you’re sobbing into his shirt. His hands ran over the back of your head to comfort you as you cried. “Baby, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Eddie asked, pressing small kisses to the top of your head.
“You left me.” You mumbled against his shirt, tears soaking the material.
“What? Sweetheart, I can’t hear you.” Eddie eased your head off of his chest and held your face to make you look at him.
“You left me, Eddie! You left me all alone! And… and not just that, you were so mean to me too! You’ve never been mean to me like that! Do you know how humiliating that was? I was just asking you to dance with me to my favorite song and you called me annoying in front of all your friends! And I just… I just…” You let out a heavy sigh at the end of your angry rant, tears rapidly running down your cheeks.
“Baby… I-” Eddie attempted to start an apology before you cut him off.
“No, Eddie. I don’t want to hear anything else from you tonight. You’ve been awful to me today and I don’t feel like listening to excuses. I just wanna go home.” Your breathing had slightly calmed down, but Eddie looked like he was in shock at what you said.
“You’re not even gonna let me explain what happened?” He furrowed his eyebrows in frustration as he watched you sigh and shake your head in exhaustion. “That’s not fair! You can’t be mad at me when you don’t even know my side of the story!” Eddie threw his hands up in the air, his hands coming down to rake through his hair.
“What side of the story, Eddie? There’s no excuse for being mean!… Listen, I understand you messed up part of your solo and I understand that there was a producer there tonight, but that doesn’t mean you have to push me to the side and berate me. I was only there to support you, you know that.” You calmed your tone in an attempt that Eddie would do the same. Instead, he started pacing back and forth, irritated and angry.
“No, you listen to me. You don’t understand anything. It’s fucking hilarious how clueless you are!” To emphasize his point, he let out a short laugh. “Welcome to the real world, sweetheart! Not everyone is gonna be all nice and loving with you. Learn to take what scraps you can get.” He spit out and glared at you. When you didn’t answer right away, he started back up again. “You really think I care about your feelings when I’m talking to a producer?! Do you understand how huge this is for the band?… Clearly, you don’t. All you care about was interrupting the conversation with your stupid fucking questions about dancing! Like, how selfish can you be? I’m trying to start the life I want for myself and you’re trying to sabotage it by acting stupid!” Eddie was practically on the verge of yelling now. Tears had welled up in your eyes again.
“Eddie, that is completely blown out of proportion. You know I would never purposefully get in the way of your dreams! I was just trying to explain to you that you hurt my feelings earlier!” You huffed out.
“Well, if you’re gonna be a bitch about it, you can walk home.” Eddie spared you one last glare and moved toward the driver side of the car.
“What? Eddie-” He cut you off by slamming his door shut, rolling down the passenger side window, and flipping you off.
“Later, dumbass.” With that, he revved the engine and swerved onto the road, leaving you sobbing on the dirt path.
Description: you share with Eddie, your older neighbour, the rumours you've heard about him. They might not be all fictitious...
Warnings: smutty smutty smut smut, lotta angst, tiny fluff. NSFW, Minors DNI I will whack you with a dinner plate, Eddie is mid 30s, tattoo artist, dom, reader uses sher/her pronouns, sub, fem! Oral receiving, praise kink, potential for Sir kink, a tiny bit of penis handling, p in v unprotected sex (wrap it folks) genital and tongue piercings.
A/N: well, this thought gripped to the inside of my thighs and refused to let go. I had to share it with you before I started humping my furniture. Have fun. Again I'm English so I try with the Americanisms, anything I got wrong soz babe. BTW ST 4pt2 never happened soz babycakes ❤ Reblogs are what keep me alive FR. They keep Tumblr alive (and my own heart beating)! If you want more smut reblog my stuff. I'll love you forever, promise.❤
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Walking back to your ground floor apartment after your shift, your feet aching, you spot your neighbour sitting on a lawn chair in the courtyard smoking a cigarette. Your incredibly hot, older neighbour. Mr Munson.
The neighbour that sends shivers up your spine at the mere mention of him. The neighbour that you think about at night when you're in bed, all alone.
No doubt about it, he looked both hot and intimidating. Not that you would care to admit but that was entirely your type. Mid thirties, broad shouldered, and appeared to be as confident as a wolf, and about as self assured. He reminded you of one; gruff looking, proud, stalking around, making you feel like prey.
He looked particularly jaw dropping tonight in a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up; part of his muscular arms were on display, covered in countless tattoos. You've heard that he works in one of the tattoo shops down town. In fact you've heard a lot about him, but that was one rumour that you actually believed.
Elbows resting on his knees, his messy hair fell in waves just brushing his shoulders, full lips taking a drag on a rolled cigarette. Peeking out of his shirt collar, between the waves of hair, you can see a skull like tattoo on the side of his neck.
Is that new? Oh God, he's so hot. Okay just walk past, act normal.
You saunter past him with as much confidence as you could muster.
"Hey Mr Munson." You nod in his direction, trying to stop your voice quaking, fumbling for your keys.
"Hey sweet thing. You good?"
Jesus, does he really need to call me that?
The nickname travels to the pit of your stomach making you squirm hotly.
"Yeah sir, just a long shift at the bar. Idiots tonight, you know?"
Mr Munson shifts in his chair taking a sudden breath in.
"Shit sweetheart, sorry to hear that. Wanna talk about it?"
Well, it couldn't hurt, right?
You flop down in the chair bedside him, gesturing for a drag on his cigarette.
"Can I?"
He smiles wickedly and puts his roll up to your mouth. The roughness of his fingertips brushes on your lips making you clench, almost rucking your hips up, albeit briefly. You hope he doesn't notice. Of course he does.
Taking half a hit you realise that it's not a fucking cigarette, it's a blunt. It's not like you'd never tried anything like that but it was certainly not what you were expecting. The heavy, sweet, herb feeling lays on your tongue. Eyes wide you breathe out, coughing slightly much to his amusement.
He holds it out at you so you can take a proper hit. Sucking at the blunt so you can take it all in, your lips brush against his calloused hands, adorned with rings.
Breathing out, you gaze at him. His smile splits his face wide open, thick tongue rolling to a point, licking across his upper lip in a teasing manner. You cannot help but focus on the tongue stud pierced right through the middle of the muscle, a long stainless steel bar penetrating his whole tongue. You had certainly never noticed it before. It's presence made you wet, sticking between your thighs at the sheer thought of what he could do with it.
"Something on your mind pretty girl?" A cocky side grin plastered across his handsome features.
Shit, I was totally staring.
Blushing, you look away and try to change the subject.
"You know, you should really warn a girl before she takes a hit of a blunt."
He laughs deep in his throat. "I thought you knew! So, why was today so terrible?"
"Just customers thinking that I'm nice to them because I want them, not because it's literally my fuckin' job. Couple dudes tried to hit on me, one of them grabbed my ass." You sigh into the night air.
"Shit, I hope you taught him a lesson."
"Of course, hit him on the head with my tray."
He laughs out loud at that, throwing his head back. You gawp at his neck, sexy stubble running down past his Adam's apple. Turning his head towards you, he flashes his teeth.
"Didn't know you had it in you. Good girl."
Holy shit.
Your whole lower body clenches at his words of praise as you take in a shaky breath. The apples of your cheeks are on fire. Mr Munson gives you a knowing look, eyes glittering darkly.
You stand up on slightly unsure legs.
"Okay I'm- I'm gonna have a shower. See you around Mr Munson."
You fumble for your keys. Turning to your door you hear a gravelly voice behind you.
"Eddie. Call me Eddie."
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A few nights later and your surrounded by the rough brick interior of the bar, busy wiping down sticky tables. There's only half an hour until closing; half an hour and you can go home and rest. It's pretty empty tonight, just three regulars dotted around in the semi dark, nursing their drinks.
You haven't been able to get your latest encounter with Mr Munson, sorry, Eddie, off your mind. You liked to think you were a strong independent woman. You were 22 after all; having had to live on your own since you were 18, life hadn't exactly been kind. You had to be strong to survive. So why exactly was it that a few moments with Eddie had turned you into a blushing, giggling school girl? He had disarmed you with a few words and a rough grin and now you couldn't stop thinking of him. All he had done was call you a good girl and you turned into one. A simpering mess.
Doing a final sweep for glasses, you make your way back behind the bar just as the door opens and a brisk breeze blows in.
Oh fuck its him.
You see his broad frame silhouetted in the doorway for a moment, leather jacket hanging open. His wild mane is in a low messy bun for once, tendrils of loose hair moving in the wind. He stalks over to you and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. Dark eyes finding yours, he leans against the bar on one elbow, towering over you.
Plastering your customer service mask across your face; social armour to hide the nerves, you smile at him.
"Well good evening sir, what can I get ya?"
He grins at you devilishly, biting his lip, like he wants to devour you whole.
"What did I tell you? Call me Eddie."
"Sorry Eddie."
"Good girl. I'll have a bourbon, please."
Only just realising your mouth is hanging open, you slam it shut, cheeks burning. He looks at you smugly, like he's just proven a theory. Your body goes on autopilot, grabbing a glass, adding ice, measuring bourbon.
When you hand his drink over he slides over a twenty dollar bill.
"Keep the change."
You blink at him. "I couldn't, it's too much-"
"Then have a drink on me. I just finished a piece and got paid today. I'm celebrating."
You wouldn't usually, but you're on your own and it's nearly closing. Fuck it.
You pour yourself a bourbon, adding a dash of soda water to yours and take a sip. Eddie beams at you.
"Well thank you." You smile back at him, losing yourself in those dark brown eyes of his, watching the way the skin crinkles at the corners when he grins.
He sticks the ball of his tongue piercing out, rolling it between his lips as he stares at you. It seems like a subconscious movement, you're not sure he's aware that he's doing it.
"Why do you have that?" You blurt out, word vomit pouring off your tongue.
"Have what, pretty girl?" You're staring at his mouth, and he understands, sticking his tongue out at you.
"Thith?" He lisps at you, still poking his tongue out. Giggling, you nod.
His hand drops to the bar, thumb reaching out, stroking back and forth over the knuckles on the back of your hand. An involuntary shiver creeps down your spine at the touch of his rough skin.
"Oh, sweet thing. I think you know exactly what it's for."
His eyes are deep pools, inviting you in. Your thighs clench at his words, biting your lip.
"Oh."
He smirks at you, humming. You pull your hand away, looking at the time.
"Er, just a sec."
You move away slightly and shout out last call. Two of the patrons leave; the other walks over to the bar, slight stagger to his step. Serving him a final Scotch, he pounds it back and walks outside.
It's just you and Eddie. All alone.
"I've got to, um, finish closing up."
"I'll give you a ride if you'll have another drink with me."
You open your mouth. Then close it.
He pouts at you, looking at you with big doe eyes. "Please?"
Well fuck.
"Okay, just let me finish up."
You collect the rest of the glasses, wipe down the last of the sides and sort the nights takings, getting it all in the small safe in the back room.
After locking the front door you return, hang your bar apron up and pour the drinks. Eddie gestures for you to join him on the bar stool next to his. You perch on it lightly; he reaches for his wallet but you wave it away.
"No, I've already done the takings, this ones on me. For the ride, you know."
He shrugs, returning the wallet to his back pocket.
"So" you say, taking a sip of your drink, "you said you finished a piece. You're a tattoo artist, right?"
"Yep, that's right."
"Thought so, I heard a rumour."
"Rumour, eh? What else you heard?" Eyes glittering, he took a mouthful of bourbon.
You giggle "Hmm, well, I heard you were some Satanic cult leader in high school-"
He waved that off, "oh that's so old. If playing D&D is satanic then I'm the devil himself." He sticks his tongue out again, creating little horns with his fingers on his forehead.
You laugh at that, starting to finally feel at ease in his company. The bourbon helped.
"Someone said you sacrificed a goat in the woods once."
He nearly spits his drink at that one. "Now that's more like it, even I've not heard that one. Got any more?"
You blush, realising you've only heard one more.
"I heard you had... other piercings." You mumble, not wanting to say it too loud despite the lack of company.
"What other piercings?" He eyes never leave yours as he finishes his drink.
You're sure it's not normal to have so much blood in your cheeks. You can hear the blood swooshing in your ears. Finishing your own drink for courage, you gaze down at your hands in your lap.
"I heard you have a pierced..."
"Dick?" He ducks his head, trying to catch your eye again, cheeky smile on his face.
"Yeah." Your whole body feels hot and small under his gaze.
He just smirks at you and shrugs.
Is that a no? A yes? Now I'm dying to know!
He winks at your obvious frustration and says "come on I'll take you home."
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The ride home in Eddie's Mustang is uneventful. A little small talk is shared, but mostly you're staring out the window, trying to catch glimpses of him when he wasn't looking, eyes wandering to his crotch.
Pretty soon he was dropping you off at your front door, hand leaning on the door frame, crowding into your personal space. Just breathing the same air as him felt suffocating in the best way.
"Well, goodnight then sweet thing." He winks at you, glancing at your lips. For a split second you think he's going to kiss you, but he breaks away and turns to leave.
"Do you wanna come in?" Shit did I just say that out loud?
"You sure?"
You nod and he throws you a wolfish grin. You've never felt so much like a lamb in your entire life. You may as well baa at this point.
You lead him into your tiny apartment, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch, turning on a couple of dim lamps as you go. He flops down, manspreading, large hand resting on his knee.
"You want another drink? I've got bourbon but no ice I'm afraid."
"Sure thing sweets." He responds whilst slipping his jacket off, placing it on a nearby chair.
"You mind if I smoke? Just a cigarette, promise."
You smile at the reference, "sure, there's an ashtray just there."
He pulls out a pre rolled smoke, lighting it and taking a few drags.
When you've poured the drinks you make your way to the other side of the couch, placing the glasses on the coffee table. He offers his cigarette to you. As you nod, he shifts closer, holding it to your lips. You take a couple of drags, relishing the feel of his fingers on your mouth. Every time your skin touches his it sends a flutter through your nerves.
You watch him take a sip of his drink, seeing him press that perfect bottom lip to the glass. He drinks and puts the glass down. Not even looking your way, he says "something you wanna share, pretty girl?"
"Do you? Is it?" You say doltishly. Well done, real eloquent.
"You really wanna know, huh?"
"Yes!" You say loudly, bourbon well and truly in the drivers seat for that one.
He laughs and looks at you dead in the eye, another chance to make you squirm.
"Yes."
Gaping at him for a few seconds, your brain and mouth finally connect.
"Do you- did it hurt? What's it look like? What kinda-"
Stopping you mid babble with a wave of his hand, he simply asks, "you wanna see it?"
Brain short circuiting, you merely stare at him dumbfounded. You nod, curiosity well and truly getting the best of you.
He stands up and undoes his belt, sound echoing through the apartment. Your gaze is fixated on his large hands as they deftly unbutton his jeans. A glimpse of a tattoo teases you on his lower abdomen. His happy trail is peeking out, leading to the large thatch of hair that snakes down to his manhood. You swallow hard.
He slowly pulls his boxers down and you scoot closer to have a look. It emerges from the fabric, to your surprise half hard.
You gape at it. You've seen dicks before. A handful. And they are just that, a handful. This is more than a handful. You think you'd struggle to get your hand around his. The girth of it was truly intimidating. It certainly looked long too, and that was at half mast.
The end of it was pink and rounded, and the piercing went through the slit at the top, down to the underside of the tip. The piercing was thicker than you imagined, a curved bar with thick steel balls on either end. You never thought you would be into this sort of thing, but just looking at it made you think about what it felt like. What it tasted like. You wet your lips and continue to stare.
On instinct, your hand reaches out. You only notice when it meets the roughness of his jeans, touching ever so closely to his exposed member.
You look up at Eddie's face. He's looking right back at you sinfully.
"Did it hurt?"
"Not as much as you'd think. Ached like a bitch the first time I got a boner though."
You giggle, staring at it again.
"Can I touch it?" What the hell. It just slipped out, unbidden. You see his dick twitch at the thought.
Eddie chuckles darkly. "Did you seriously just ask if you-"
"Sorry that was dumb of me-"
"Sure you can sweet thing."
Before your mind can even comprehend what's happening, your hand shoots forward with sudden bravery, reaching out to hold it. You inspect the tip, looking at the piercing, feeling his hardness grow under your delicate touch. Inquisitively you rub the jewellery with your thumb, inadvertently smoothing the pad of your thumb over his tip in the process. Eddie hisses through his teeth.
"I'm sorry, did that hurt?"
"No," Eddie manages through gritted teeth, "just felt really fuckin' good."
Oh.
You back off, moving your hands from his piercing and placing them in your lap. He tucks himself away again, doing up his jeans, subconsciously palming his length.
"Well? What do you think?" He sits on the couch next to you, denim clad knee touching yours.
"It's really big Eddie."
He laughs, throwing his arm over the back of the sofa.
"You talkin' about the piercing or my dick?"
"Both." You couldn't help it. It had to be said. It was true. You knock your drink back, feeling entirely too sober for this conversation.
Eddie's mouth splits into a lazy smug smile. Finishing his own drink, he turns to you, eyes roaming over your body.
"So, do I get a turn now sweet thing?"
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "At what?"
Well, you got to touch me. Can I touch you?"
Your eyes widen at his brazen attitude, but you'd be lying if you said this wasn't the reason you had invited him in in the first place. The very air around you feels heavy, hot with anticipation.
"Ok."
You stand up shakily, mirroring his movements from earlier, unsure hands unbuttoning your jeans. Eddie's eyes travel down to your core, predatory gaze shamelessly wandering over you. Your jeans are a little big, slipping straight to your ankles when they're undone. You kick them off and away. Standing there in your tank top and tiny white panties you've never felt so exposed in your life.
Eddie stands up for a second looking down at you, eyes shining with mischief. He winks, and drops to his knees between the couch and the coffee table, grabbing your hips and pulling you to face him.
Sizeable hands hovering over the hem of your underwear, he looks up at you. "Can I? Can I take these off?"
You nod, cheeks flaring with heat.
Eddie licks his lips, eyes never leaving your cunt. "I'm gonna need you to say it, sweet thing."
"Y-yes Eddie." You manage to stumble out.
"Atta girl."
He peels them off. They stick for a moment between your thighs, slick and heat pouring from your core. The tops of your thighs are already damp with expectancy. Your muscles clench, pressing together with angst. Eddie pries your thighs apart slightly, thumbs massaging calming circles into the flesh.
Eddie presses a kiss to your mound, stubble scratching the delicate skin ever so slightly.
"Eddie what are you doing?"
"You said I can touch you."
"Yeah, so why-"
Eddie's tongue pushes between your folds firmly, tongue bar flicking right over your clit.
The noise you make is nearly inhuman, breath knocked out of your lungs in shock. Your legs buckle at the knees, ass falling to the carpet. He takes the opportunity to wedge his head between your legs, your thighs pushed as wide as far as the narrow space allowed, stuck between the sofa and the table.
His stubble is burning the insides of your thighs, roughly rubbing against your soft skin. Eddie licks into you, pushing his tongue inside your hole. You feel the warm wetness of his thick tongue and the foreign bump of hard steel forcing shockwaves of pleasure into you. The moan he rips from you reverberates in your chest, full of want.
Eddie groans into you, tongue making it's way to your clit, running in dizzying circles. The feeling is almost too much as you buck up into him, writhing your back on the carpet.
"Oh my God, Eddie!"
You can practically feel him smirking against your dripping pussy, getting his large hands underneath your ass so he can push his face into you even further. His tongue is everywhere, eating you out messily, hungry for you. The occasional rub of steel sends your senses into overload, hips rutting shamelessly into his face.
He moves one hand from underneath you and pushes two fingers deep onto your cunt. You're on the verge of screaming, tears gathering in your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. The pressure of your desire collects in the pit of your stomach.
His fingers make you feel so full, reaching somewhere you've never been able to touch on your own. The rough sure movements of his hand so close to sending you over the edge, pussy grateful to have something to clench around.
"Eddie! Holy fuck." You cry out, an unsolicited tear spilling from your eye.
Eddie's mouth unlatches from your heat briefly.
"You gonna come, pretty girl? Come on, soak my face, that's my girl." And he's diving straight back in, tongue movements unmatched, strong fingers fucking into you. Desperate, filthy noises pour from your throat at the sudden onslaught.
Tensing up, you feel the unimaginable tight hot ball of desire suddenly drop. The feeling ignites through you like wildfire, coalescing into a burning, broken scream of his name.
Once you've chased your release as far as it could possibly take you, your back finally touches the floor again. Eddie moves away from you, sitting up, gazing at your fucked out form. Panting, flushing, sweating, you manage to look at him.
Eddie looks wild, feral, hair a mess, face covered and dripping with your slick. You can even see a wet shiny patch on his forehead. You giggle, dopey in your post orgasm haze.
"What? Have I got something on my face?" Eddie stares at you unblinking. You laugh loudly at that, pointing to where it was on his forehead. He laughs back and pulls his t shirt off, wiping his sticky face all over it before tossing it onto the sofa.
Your eyes go wide at the sight of him shirtless. Taunt, muscular frame, dark patch of hair covering his chest, matching the rough hair of his happy trail. He is littered with tattoos, some dark and bold, others lighter and faded. There's small patches of alabaster skin here and there. He's glistening, clearly having worked up a slight sweat just from the force of which he'd eaten you out. Muscles shining, catching the dim light.
He catches your lust filled stare and leans over you, caging your head with his strong arms.
"So, you wanna know why I've got the other piercing?" Sinful smirk turning his mouth up at the corners.
You crash your lips into his, throwing your arms around his neck. Desperate hands snake into his hair as you open your mouth to deepen the kiss. Eddie's kisses are messy but skilful, one hand moulding to the back of your head, pushing you towards him almost painfully. The need for each other is tangible, bodies colliding, rolling into one another. He sits up, pulling you along with him by the waist, tongue continuously dipping into your mouth. Finally, you break from the kiss just to breathe. It's like all the air has been sucked from the room and all you can breathe is Eddie.
He's kissing along your jaw line, down your neck; yearning, robust kisses. Heaving breaths are coming from each of you.
"Bedroom?' Eddie manages between heavy panting and pecks.
Finally, he carries you through your bedroom door, dropping you onto the bed. Unbuckling his belt and exposing himself to you for the second time today, this time he's taking his clothes off completely, standing in front of you naked in all his glory. Further tattoos cover his hairy legs, you see his thick thighs flexing. He gives you a ravening look; predacious in its delivery, with a smile that belies the lust in his eyes.
You gesture to the hall and he wastes no time in standing up, pulling you along with him, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. You wrap your legs around his waist, firm hands holding you steady, as he attempts to navigate your hallway whilst still kissing you.
Nearly tripping on your discarded jeans, he slams your back into the wall. You couldn't care less, tongue invading his mouth, pressing your naked heat against his solid bulge. His groans are so low they're almost growls, bearish and dominant. He takes the opportunity to press your form against the wall so he can pull your tank top over your head, eyes rolling back at your braless chest.
Quivering before him, he roughly widens your legs and slots his hips in between. You feel the hard shaft of his dick pressing against your slick folds, whimpering at the contact.
Hovering over you, one of his hands engulfs the side of your face, stroking down to your chin, holding you there. You stare at him open mouthed, consumed by the feeling of him rubbing up and down your wet pussy.
"You sure you want this, sweet thing?"
"Yes, Eddie please." Your voice doesn't sound like you, its smaller, meek. Your eyes plead with him.
Leaning in to you further, his hot breath whispers, deep voice on the shell of your ear. "Are you sure you can take it? Can you be a good girl for me?"
You moan loudly at him, small hands clasping at his biceps in desperation.
"Yes, please Eddie, I'll be so good for you!" You writhe underneath him.
He chuckles, biting his lip. "I knew you were into that. You got a condom?"
"No I'm on the pill, I need you, please."
"Holy shit." Eddie wastes no more time, rubbing his cock up against your entrance, strange feeling of the piercing hard against your slippery cunt.
He starts to push into you and your mouth falls open, no sound coming out. You grip his shoulders hard, trying so hard to take him. The stretch is intense. He's looking at you with concern, softer than he's ever looked at you.
"You gotta relax, my good girl, or its gonna hurt."
You nod, pupils blown, trying so hard not to clench around him. He bottoms out, the final push making you whimper.
Stroking your face, he gives you a moment to adjust.
"So fuckin' beautiful like this."
Your cheeks burn at the praise, lips enveloping his in a soft kiss.
He moves, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, a loud whine escaping from your lips. The burning feeling has been replaced with pure ecstasy. You're sure you can feel the steel of the piercing hitting that spot inside you.
Thrusting into you slowly a couple of times, you already feel pressure in your stomach, knots tied tight and begging to be released. The sensation tightens further, shoots of it flying down your legs and up your spine. You clench around him hard, moaning.
"Fuck Eddie I'm gonna cum, fuck." You pant out, eyes wide.
"Already? Shit you're gonna give me an ego."
"You already- oh God, fuck- you already have one."
He laughs loud and thrusts into you harder. Instantly you release, the ropes holding your stomach snapping. You come with a high pitched squeal of his name. You hear your wetness before you can feel it, a squelching noise resonating with each drive into your sopping cunt.
"Oh fuck, sweet thing, you squirted. Soaked me. You're- perfect" he groans. You keen at the praise.
Getting on his knees he pulls you bodily into him, slamming into you harder, hands digging at the flesh of your hips. You've never felt so full in your life, his cock piercing nudging your g spot with each thrust.
Eddie's grunting with effort, hair completely loose now, wild around his shoulders. Your fingernails bite into his flexing muscles leaving crescent moons in their wake.
"Shit, sweet thing, oh fuck."
Eddie pushes himself forcefully back on top of you, folding you in half, knees pressed against your stomach.
"Oh Eddie!" It's just so overwhelming. You're full to the brim with him, satisfaction coating your insides, eyelids coated with emotion. Tears spring out the corners of your eyes, running down your temples. You're trembling, inundated with emotion and sensation.
"Hey, hey, you ok?" He slows.
"Yes fuck please Eddie don't fucking stop!"
Grinning wickedly he thrusts into you without restraint, slamming his hip bones into the flesh of your thighs, cock breaching you like nothing ever before.
Clamping down around him, your third orgasm is an ocean; wave after wave of sinful pleasure washing over the very fabric of your being, stripping you back to your bare components and leaving you breathless, sweating, and as exposed as a raw nerve. You babble, and cry, and whine his name, eyes tight shut, utterly taken by the moment.
Eddie's plunges into you start to falter. Feeling him twitching, becoming impossibly harder inside you he comes, spilling his seed deep into your cunt. The warm, rushing feeling just expands the length of your own release, waves finally ebbing and retreating.
Eddie pulls out from you, leaving you feeling emptier than ever before. He lies on his side next to you, thumb approaching to rub a stray tear from your cheek. You're both perspiring; glowing forms gasping for air.
Finally catching some semblance of breath, he strokes your cheek again, wide grin dissipating on his face.
"You ok pretty girl?"
"Yeah you could say that." You huffed a laugh, still trying to focus on how he'd made you feel.
"But you cried?" Its a question, but he looks concerned, hands attempting to comfort you.
"It was just, so much. Too good, you know." Taking in his smirk you say "don't you let that go to your head!"
"Bit fuckin' late for that" he laughs. "C'mere."
He gathers you up in his strong arms, holding you close, and kisses you on the forehead. The affection honestly takes you by surprise, expecting him to have bolted by this point, having got what he wanted.
"Can I level with you?"
Oh shit here we go.
"I've wanted to do that since you moved in." He grins at you.
"Oh, really?" You look up at him, surprised that he'd been feeling the same as you. "Well, same. You're really hot."
He laughs and strokes your back.
"You working tomorrow?"
"No, why? Are you?"
"No. I wanna take you out somewhere, if you want." He almost looks embarrassed. Almost.
"Are you asking me out on a date Mr Munson?" You smirk at him in disbelief.
"I mean, yeah, if you wanna. Unless you just wanted this to be a one time thing, I get it, I can just leave." There's a quaver to his voice. A weakness your not used to hearing.
You stare up at him. Cocky, confident Eddie Munson, was about as unsure as you were. You giggle.
"I'd love to go on a date with you." Smiling, you attempt to hide it into his inked chest.
"So, wanna take a shower?"
"Well" you say, leaning up on your elbow, "we could. Or..."
"Or what, sweet thing?" He rubs your arm, furrowing his brow.
"Or, we could do that again."
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