ON YOUR KNEES (Pt. 2)
Eddie Munson x (fem!) Reader!!
(Not proofread lmao. I wrote this right after part 1)
MDNI! 🔞
Warnings: fingering, p/v sex, (unprotected) hair pulling, kissing, hickies, dirty talk. Eddie's a sweetheart, but very horny. Fluff at the end!! <3
SYNOPSIS: After a rather, provocative performance, Eddie is unable to just let his feelings go.
“So, ‘On Your Knees’, huh?” You smirk, checking him out a little, biting your lip as you take in the sight of Eddie's sweaty body. He looked good, too good. “Yeah. Thought you’d appreciate that.” He replied, sitting down on the couch against the wall, and pulling you onto his lap, to straddle him. “Good instinct.” You muttered, kissing down his jawline again. “So, I take it you liked it? Liked seeing me be all slutty, huh, sweetheart?” He teased, gently caressing your jaw. “Like seeing your man recognize his sex appeal?” You just stared, at a loss for words. He finally admitted it, he was hot as hell, and he knew it. He admitted it. Fuck. “I- yeah. Fucking beautiful.” You replied, muttering. “Aw, what sweetheart, cat got your tongue?” He leaned closer, brushing some hair behind your ear. “Do you have any idea how hard it made me, seeing you staring at me like that? Practically fucking drooling. I saw it, don’t even try to lie to me.” He whispered, running a calloused finger along your jawline. “Tell me, baby. Did you like it too? Did you get just as excited as I did?” You blushed, but nodded. You couldn’t deny him, he knew you too well. Too fucking well. “Good girl.” He praised, slipping a hand onto your thigh under your skirt, looking into your eyes, brown eyes piercing into yours, a silent plea for permission, and when you nodded, he slipped his hand higher, finding your panties.
“What color, sweetheart?” The brunette asked, tracing the lace material on your hip. “Guess.” You reply, breath hitching a little. He hums softly, then leans in closer. “Red? Just for me?” He whispered into your neck, leaving a soft kiss behind. “Mhm.” You whisper back, running a hand through his messy hair. “Mm. Perfect.” He lifts your skirt up, leaving it to pool around your waist, as he slowly pulls your panties down, just enough to see you. His breath hitches as he catches a glimpse of the wetness. “Fuck, sweetheart, that did do something for you, huh? Seeing me do all that for you?” He asked, gently holding your hip with one hand, the other caressing your thigh ever so slowly, creeping closer to your core. You nodded, leaning in to kiss him properly. His fingers slowly caressing your folds now, causing you to moan softly against his plump lips. “Eddie..” You mutter, almost a plea. “Yeah, baby? You want this? Want me to touch you, hm?” He smirks, fingers still gently dragging through your slick folds. “Mm, yes..” You mumble.
“Words, princess. Need you to tell me.” Eddie coos. “Yes Eddie.. please.. need you so bad..” You beg, hips bucking toward him, feeling his hard length pressing against your thigh. “Oh, I know you do. So eager for me, huh? I saw the way you were looking at me.” He smirks, kissing down your neck, before slipping two thick fingers inside of you, causing you to let out a soft whine. “Eddie-“ He shushes you, lips pressing back against yours. Kissing you harder this time as he plunges his fingers in and out, then just curls them inside you. You squirm against his lap, only making this harder for him. Literally. He realizes he’s struck gold when you moan louder. He hits the perfect spot with his fingers again, earning another moan from your lips. “E-Eddie.. fuck..” “That’s it sweetheart, show me. Show me how much you liked it.” He urged, pumping his fingers again, while curling them. It was overwhelming, the sounds, the feeling, him in general, his body heat, it was heaven. “Eddie..” You moaned again, eyes rolling back, that familiar knot beginning to rise in your stomach as you began to clench a little harder around his fingers. “What a good girl. Showing her master how much she liked his little performance, huh?.” You whined louder, grinding against his fingers, desperate for more, needing more than just his fingers. “Eddie, please!!” You practically scream, unable to stop yourself as you get closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it baby, go ahead.” Your boyfriend replies, kissing down the column of your neck as you finally cum all over his fingers, squeezing them so perfectly. Your head falls against the crook of his neck, as you pant against his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
“You okay, baby?” He asks, gently pulling his fingers out of your pussy, watching them glisten in the light of the room as you come down from your high. “God, so pretty. Look at that. All for me, huh, pretty girl?” You gaze up at him, love and eagerness in your eyes. Eddie brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them, almost seeming to savor the taste. “So sweet baby, delicious..” He praises, licking his fingers clean. “Eddie.. I-" You stutter. “I need more.” He chuckles darkly. “You want more of me, baby? Hm?” The metalhead caresses your hair gently, then softly tugs it, tilting your head back to expose your neck to him. “Tell me, sweet girl, tell me what you want.” He whispers, leaving hickies on your neck sucking reddish marks into your skin that were sure to bruise by morning. “Your cock, Eddie.. please. Need it in me..” you plead, whining softly as he kisses, sucks, and bites down your neck and throat. “Yeah? Want this baby? Want it in you?” He reaches to unzip his pants, watching your gaze follow his calloused fingers. You nod, eagerly waiting for him to free his aching cock.
After he’s unzipped his pants, Eddie gently lifts you off his lap, so he can stand up and undress himself fully. He makes a show of it, pulling his pants off first, then his boxers, and once he’s finally free, his thick cock rests against his stomach, a dark trial of hair leading from his tummy, downward; his happy trial. His tip was flushed and glistening with pre-cum, as he leaned over you on the couch. “You want this baby? Want me?” He asked, eyes dark and half-lidded, body still glistening with a thin layer of sweat from all the movement on stage. You nod, gazing up into his eyes as he slowly lays on top of you on the couch. “You ready, sweetheart?” He asks sweetly, almost innocently, as if he isn’t about to fucking ruin you. “Yes, Eds.. Please.” You mutter, swallowing deeply.
Without another word, he slowly starts to sink down into you, velvety walls clenching him just perfectly. You both moan softly as he bottoms out, and just stays there for a moment, gazing down into your eyes so lovingly, that you feel like nothing is real. You give him a little nod, and he slowly pulls out, until only his tip is inside, then sinks back down, moaning softly just as you do. “Fuck, sweetheart, always so tight for me. So good, huh?” He repeats the motion, then after a few times, speeds up a little. “You know I don’t want any of those other girls out there, don’t you? I don’t want them, baby. I only want you, I need you to remember that. I’m only showing off for you. All for you, princess.” He moans, as he picks up his pace, making you both moan louder as the couch squeaks under you. His hands firmly grip your hips as yours fly to his hair, tugging, needing something to grab onto. “F-Fuck Eddie.. fuck.. s-so big.. you’re so big..” You whine as he continues his now relentless pace, pounding into you mercilessly, needing to claim you as his own. He didn’t care if his bandmates or managers or anyone heard, he had to make it known you were his and only his. As he quickly approached his release, so did you. You clenched his dick so tightly, he thought he might die; ascend, or maybe descend right there. “Fuck baby, squeezing me so good. Such a good girl for me.. so good!” He moaned loudly, hips stuttering as he finally came, and you did too.
Eddie collapsed on your chest, panting heavily, still buried inside you. You ran your fingers through his hair as you caught your breath. “Eddie.” You mutter. “Hm?” He hums, barely gazing up at you through messy bangs. “I love you.” You reply sweetly, smiling at your now sleepy boyfriend. “I love you more, sweetheart.” He leans up just enough to peck your lips, then gives you a proper kiss, hands cupping your face softly, thumbs caressing your cheeks. When he finally pulls out of you, he helps you stand up, and get the both of you dressed, before he leaves to go get water bottles and check on the boys.
“Just another fan, huh, Eddie?” Gareth teased, raising an eyebrow as Eddie grabbed two water bottles out of the mini-fridge in the room. “Okay fine, she’s my girlfriend. You got me, Emerson.” Eddie retorts, with a little more attitude than he intended. “Jesus man, no need to get all defensive.” Gareth replies, chuckling. "She's gorgeous though. You scored big time." He added. “I know she is, but she's mine, don't get any funny ideas.” Eddie replies, half joking, then turns to Grant and Jeff. “What time are we leaving?” He asks. “Uhh, I think 11:30?” Grant answers. “Yeah, so we can be at the hotel in time, and actually sleep tonight.” Jeff finishes, teasing Gareth for snoring all night the night before, keeping him up.
Eddie comes back to his room to find you half asleep on his couch, fishnet tights only halfway on, and hair messy from being pulled and such. He smiles to himself. “Hey, sweetheart, we got about 20 minutes, you wanna sleep with me in the back, let one of the guys drive?” He asks softly, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “Mhm.” You mumble, looking up at him through barely open eyes. “Okay. We can do that.” He kisses your cheek, then packs up both your and his bags.
After all the equipment and bags were packed into Eddie’s van and the trailer the band had rented, Jeff started toward the hotel. All the while, you and Eddie slept peacefully among all the blankets in the back of his van. After all of the chaos tonight, you were exactly where you wanted to be, just with him. Just Eddie.
