context: reader gets ballsy and drops the f word
18+ MDNI something short n’ sweet since i’m russsttyyy
"You're such a freak, Eds"
Eddie stutters for a moment, no longer meeting the drop of your hips to his waist. "What did you say?"
You're startled at first, that sickly stab of embarrassment twisting in your gut, because shit you knew that was a sensitive word, but the heat of the moment overtook any better judgement. But Eddie smirks. A slight quirk of his lip but it's there, growing when his hand stretches out to grab at your chin.
"What did you say, sweetheart?" He squeezes, forefinger and thumb pursing the bottom corners of your lips. The smirk is what you needed, the thick treacle that was the sloven words he spoke what you craved.
"I said..." you're reaching for him then, a fire in your belly, one hand cupping the back of his neck to tug him up. Eddie follows without question, all teeth and rippling cheeks when he sits up to meet you, rough hands on your hips to keep you seated.
His cock nudges that sweet spot when he readjusts, and you’re biting back a whimper in an attempt to hide the pleasure of it. He’s dragging your hips over his lap, a purposeful thing, a sinful act because he knows how to make you tick.
Your nails trail along his jawline when he’s stationary, back to the headboard, closing into his space, noses merely inches from touching.
It’s hot in his room, the dying light of the sun peaking through the curtains bake you from the inside out. Bare skin, shimmering like dewy grass in the spring. Fingerprint bruises, crescent moons of nails in naked flesh. Musk, cheap cologne and his apple shampoo. So much all at once, so good. Too good.
“You said?” he whispers in earnest when he notices you wandering, baritone where he hushes. You shiver and Eddie adjusts his grip, dark eyes cascading over yours. Wandering, sizing you up, waiting for any hint of your sudden boldness to crumble into chalk.
He smirks and you nearly flounder, the quirk of his brow daring you to say it, expectant of it. But the glint in his eye is molten, as bright as a sparkler on the fourth of July.
“I said you’re a fucking freak, Eddie Munson”
"You think so?" It’s a sticky sort of softness, a marshmallow melting over campfire. His gaze falls to your mouth and you tremble, admiring the sultry pull of your bottom lip between your teeth, the wicked stretch of your grin because holy fuck, this was new.
“Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” you retaliate, assertion fuelled by his eager blessing, eyes fluttering when a warm hand cups the side of your face.
His laugh is close-lipped, a vibration of thunder in his chest and you couldn’t back away even if you wanted to. Because the tenderness only lasted for a second, his arms now spreading along the curves of your back, a scooping motion to hold you in his grip.
His left arm maps along the expanse of your naked skin, over those two dimples between your hips that he loves so much, finally finding the slope of your waist and grounding himself there.
He has to touch, he simply can’t help it. Eddie craved the feeling of you, could dig himself under your skin if you’d let him. Every movement was purposeful, studying each inch and corner of your body as if his life depended on it.
The other glides upwards to caress your cheek again, thumb tracing the height of your cheekbones. Rough fingers, calloused thumb pads changed by guitar strings.
“You want a freak, sweetheart?” he spits it with a faux venomous bite, in tow of clutching the corners of your mouth. You grind against him despite yourself, cock swallowed in the heat of you. Eddie almost cracks, you see it in the scrunch of his brows, in the slight narrow of his eyes.
He draws you closer, the tips of your noses smushing together. The brush of his lips is a whisper to yours where they’re pursed, so pink and wet he can barely keep the act going.
“Then i’ll show you a fucking freak”
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