Warnings: 18+! Right out the gate with smut! P in v, unprotected sex,
Synopsis: Eddie and Mika break in various rooms of their new home. Smut with fluff sprinkled in.
Pairings: Forged in Hellfire
Song: Living Room Floor by Kuinka
Chapter 1: The Living Room
"Yeah baby, right there!- fuck! Don't stop."
"Eddie, I'm gonna cum!" Mika whines, her thighs shake as she bounces on his dick.
He grips her ass, helping her keep going, lifting his hips off the ground to meet her, "G-good! Love when you cum all over me."
Their foreheads are pressed together, eyes squeezed shut as they go at it on the floor of their new home.
"Fuck- J-just a little more- you're almost there, aren't ya, Songbird?"
Her hands tug at his hair, already pulled from his bun, as she whimpers. She jerks when one of his hands reaches between them to play with her clit, "Ah! E-Eddie!"
"Just like that- Oh fuuck, that's right- Keep cumming baby."
Her jaw goes slack as he continues to thrust right into her g-spot, twitching everytime his finger graze her swollen bud.
"Fuck yeah baby, keep clenching that sweet pussy around me," he groans, trying to hold out as long as possible, "Aagh! Feels just like god damned heaven! Fuck! Fuck Mika! Yes!"
He grits his teeth, his orgasm so close to crashing over him, but he holds out, and his fingers on her clit speed up.
"Edgar!" She cries out, arms around his neck keeping them pressed together, "S'too much! Mmm! Don't stop, Don't stop!- Fuckin hell Eds- D-don't you dare stop! I-I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum again! Fuck! You're gonna make me cum again!"
"Do it. Fucking cum again! Cum for me, beautiful. Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking cock. I want you to make a fucking mess for me!"
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckfuckfuckFuck!- Eddie!" She screams when her orgasm hits her like a train. He cums immediately after her, her name a strained moan in his throat.
Her pussy is so sensitive by the time he fills her up. She feels like she's going to float away, her limbs thrashing as she tries to find a way to ground herself.
"Shhh, shhhh," he murmurs, still reeling from his own release, hips lightly rocking as he strokes her hair, "You're okay. Breathe for me Mika, breathe."
She goes limp against him, completely spent. She struggles to get breath in, her whole body tense as she tries to come down.
"I've got you, sweetheart. Just focus on breathing," He coos softly. She flinches when he moves to pull out and he's quick to soothe her, "Shh... I know, love. You're okay."
She whines when he tries to stand, hands still firmly around her.
"Yeah, I don't think it's the best idea either," he admits when his legs nearly give out from under him, "Maybe a few more minutes of floor time... At least until I can feel my legs again."
He lays them down on the carpet of their living room, bright sunshine cascading through the windows. They hadn't even gotten the curtains up before they were all over each other.
"You know," she starts when she can finally speak without gasping, "Most people christen a new house by having sex in a bed."
"Do we seem like 'most people'?" He looks down at her, making her giggle, "We can 'christen' the bedroom next time. For now, I just had to get my hands on you."
"Next time?"
"Yeah," he grins as though it were obvious, "Next time we have sex... Tonight."
This time she laughs, a full laugh, "Silly me, I should've known."
"That's okay," he shrugs, "I plan on fucking you stupid in every room of this house. Looks like we can cross the living room off that list."
He mimes crossing something off a list on his hand, breaking into giggles with her.
"On a more serious note," he says, "I can't believe you and I own a house. Maybe it's the mindblowing orgasm I just had, but I can't tell if this is real life."
"You want me to pinch you?" She teases.
"Maybe," He chuckles. He holds her closer, pressing his lips to her forehead, "God, I fuckin love you."
After another ten minutes of laying on the floor, Mika looks around, at all the boxes surrounding them, "We should probably start unpacking."
"Mmm," He hums, clinging to her.
"You good, Munson?"
"Yeah, just don't wanna let go of you yet."
"I never said you had to let me go," She says, turning to rest her chin on his chest, "We, in fact, live together now, so you don't ever have to let me go again."
"Good, cause I don't plan to." He groans as he sits up, pulling her up to kiss her, "You're my girl Mikaela Carlisle. And I-"
They're cut off by a knock at the door. They share a look and there's another knock.
"Hello?" It's an unfamiliar woman's voice, and they look at each other, confused.
"Do we answer it?" He whispers, both of them staring at the door, "Or do we pretend we're not-"
"Hello? I can hear voices in there."
"Fuck."
"Uh... J-just a minute!" Mika calls and Eddie pouts as she whispers, "Get dressed... C'mon, where are your pants?!"
They both look a sight when she opens the door, clothes haphazardly thrown on, hair everywhere, and Eddie still zipping up his pants.
"Hi!" The woman on the other side of the door smiles when it opens.
"H-hi?"
"I'm Deborah, I live next door," She holds out a tray of some kind of baked good, shoving it in Mika's hands, "I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."
"Oh! Thanks," Mika finally composes herself, "Thank you, this is so sweet. I'm Mikaela, and this is my boyfriend, Eddie."
"Boyfriend? Aren't you sweet," she coos, "Helping your girlfriend move in."
"Uh... yeah," he smiles slightly, "We were pretty excited to move in."
The woman looks shocked for a moment, "Oh, you're both living here?"
"Yes ma'am," his grin widens, arm wrapping around Mika's shoulders, knowing all too well the look he was getting, "This is our first home together."
His cocky smile falters as those words set in.
Our first home. Fuck that sounds so good.
"Well, isn't that nice?"
He had to give her props for being courteous, but he can't seem to help himself, "Yeah, neighborhood barbecues are about to get real weird."
"Stop," Mika lightly slaps his chest, trying to hold back a laugh, and he buries his face in her neck, "He's kidding, obviously. It was wonderful meeting you, Deborah, was it?"
"Yes."
"Thank you again for the brownies," she squirms when he starts nibbling at her skin, "We'd invite you in, but we have to unpack and get settled so we'll see you around byeeee."
She shuts the door as politely as she can and turns on him, not caring if they're heard through it, "Edgar Munson, you are incorrigible!"
"But consistent," he points out, pressing a kiss to her lips, "Sorry, I was ready for round two."
"Oh is that it?" She laughs when he starts delving his hand into her pants, "You had a little break and now you wanna go back at it like rabbits?"
"See? You get it," he grins against her lips, pushing her backwards, into the kitchen, "I guess my only question is... Have you recovered from our earlier escapade?"
"I though you said next time you fucked me, it would be on a proper bed?" She pouts, fingers playing with his shirt.
He bounces with a whine, "But we haven't put the bed frame together yet."
"Well," she ducks under his arms and teasingly saunters towards the living room, "There's your answer."
He watches her ass as she walks away groaning as she bends to pick up a box.
"I gotta go put that together," he mutters, hurrying to the Bedroom.
Oh no! I'm very sorry to disappoint, I have not gotten around to any dog dye 😅 I have burgundy curtains, and when the sun is bright enough it shades everything red.
(I also have blinds, and blue vinyl window clings, to reduce the light even more. But this is Florida, and it gets excessively sunny at some times of the day. I gotta plant more trees.)
