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Warnings: slightly sexual content, explicit language, again angst

Summary: if you haven't already, read part 1 here !

A/N: For context, below is the visual image you will need to keep in mind for this part. Trust me. It will help.

This part is also a lot shorter. The good stuff to come is in Part 3. I should have the last part up by Saturday. It’s super hard trying to write and upload during the week because I work 8 hour days!

You had spent the first ten minutes that morning after Harry left for his run, doing some laundry. It helped to keep you occupied instead of going insane as you nervously anticipate his return. You aren't sure exactly how long he's planning on keeping up the silent treatment act for but you honestly don't think you can take it a second longer.

You then made about ten pancakes, shaped in hearts, all dished onto a cute pink heart plate you purchased about a year ago when you and Harry were making purchases for your new house. It was one of those plates that only get used for special occasions and to be honest, you were using whatever you could at this point to say sorry.

You then squeezed some fresh orange juice into a glass jug and set the table for the two of you. Some coffee also prepared to be made for his return. You cut up a few strawberries and threw them into a bowl with blueberries. Making sure the few final bits and pieces were also at arms length, you placed some whipped cream and maple syrup in the centre of the table, between yours and your husbands plates.

Looking at the scene you created, you were chuffed. You don't expect a breakfast made for his return will solve all of your problems, but, perhaps it might encourage him to finally speak to you about it.

After almost an hour, Harry finally returned from his run. You knew this because you could hear the door close as you were finishing up cleaning the kitchen. Your heart sunk to your stomach.

You stand there in the middle of your house, looking awkward and not really knowing what to do with yourself, or where to look as he walks towards the kitchen. He takes off his sun glasses then takes out his AirPods, not paying too much attention to his surroundings at first as he's focusing on steadying his breathing after running for so long.

"I made us breakfast. The same way I did it on Valentines Day, you remember?" You nervously ramble to catch his attention. Pointing over to the small dining table and although Harry is wearing that harsh frown on his face as he looks and listens to you, you notice the way he seems less tense that earlier.

"Is all of that supposed to fix what you did last night?" He bluntly asks, almost straight away.

"Obviously not, Harry." You sigh and you want to roll your eyes at his attitude so badly but you restrain yourself. You walk closer to him and thankfully he doesn't back away. You can see the sweat covering the entirety of his skin. It glistens in every angle of light in your sight. His muscles larger due to excessive use of them recently.

You've barely even realised how much his facial hair has actually grown since you saw him last week. You never cared much for it in the past but this grown out moustache is quite the distracting feature for the current moment.

You're stood in front of him now, only a step away from a hug but you dare not even try to touch him. He's staring you down. You can tell from the look in his eyes that he's genuinely disappointed and it crushes your soul to know you caused that sad look.

"I thought we could talk it through over a nice breakfast." You almost whisper. "Can we sit down, please?" You then add, eyes directed towards the table.

Without verbally replying to you, Harry just walks past you and heads upstairs towards your room.

You've had enough now. You're done waiting and you're done sucking up to him. He won't even listen to you and he's wasting the time you two have by dragging this on.

You wait a few moments, covering up the food so it doesn't get cold because you know it will get eaten at some point today.

"Right! That's it! Harry Styles, I've given you your space and I've let you go mute on me, but I am not tolerating this anymore. I need you to listen to me!" You begin ranting loudly as you storm your way up the stairs.

You enter your room to find Harry still sweaty but undressing himself as he's obviously about to get into the shower. He only managed to get his hat, shoes, and shirt off before you barged in.

He's stood in the ensuite with that angry pout on again, looking as angry as ever with you. He almost opens his mouth to retaliate but you cut him off before you give him the chance.

"No listen, Harry. I fucked up massively! I know that and I have no excuse for being an idiot to forget to pick you up and to forget about our dinner.” At this point Harry is arching a brow in amusement at your boldness. He’s still visibly livid but he’s listening.

“I was so caught up in wanting to spend more time with you this week. The only way I could make that happen was to race through three days worth of work yesterday just so I could have Monday and Tuesday with you because I miss you so fucking much." You say all in one breath. You're too heated to cry at the moment but you know as soon as this explanation is over you will probably tipple over the edge.

"I should've called you and should’ve stayed in touch to keep you in the loop but my mind has been on high-stress over-drive since we got back from our honey-moon. Work has not given me a second to breathe and unfortunately I’ve let it affect us which makes me so angry with myself but you have to know I would never do this on purpose. Please." And that was it, you said all that you needed too. It was a weight lifted and you literally had to gasp for air at one point but you did it.

"I'm so fucking angry with you." Harry deadpans but his actions next completely throw you off. “I’m angry but I can’t stand not being around you anymore. Fuck this.”

He storms toward you and grabs your face between his hands with a mild force as he brings his lips down harshly onto yours in a rushed, salty kiss. It's sloppy and full of anger but you melt into him with a small whine escaping from the back of your throat as your hands snake up his broad, sweaty shoulders and yank him closer in the kiss but tugging your fingers through the ends of his damp hair.

“Will you forgive me though? We only have until Wednesday morning to be together properly and I don’t want us to be like this the whole time. I’m really sorry. Please, Harry, my perfect husband, let me make it up to you?” You coax him and use that flirty tone in your voice that you knows has him in the palm of your hand.

Your soft hands are running up and down his large biceps and shoulders. Your eyes all doe like as you pout at him. He’s finding it so hard to resist. He holds you in his arms, still. He’s thinking of what to do next.

“I know a few ways how you could make it up to me.” He smirks ever so slightly. His eyes darting to your lips as you lick them knowingly.

His eyes darken and the energy has shifted in those few moments. He’s obviously forgiven you but he’ll never say it. Instead he wants to make up the way you both like to best. Sex.

“And what do you have in mind, moustache man?” You tease. Harry raises his brows in surprise before he leans forward and starts leaving small bites into the crook of your neck. You wince at the mixed sensation of pain, pleasure and the tickling from his moustache as he attacks your neck.

Warnings: lots of angst, conflict, explicit language.

Summary of short story: Reader and Harry have returned from their honeymoon to a harsh reality and their first huge hurdle as a married couple.

A/N: This is 1 of 3 parts. Enjoy! Just a little short story idea i had and wanted to share with you all.

It’s been four weeks since you returned home from your honeymoon in Costa Rica and you’ve found yourself reminiscing constantly on that magical holiday.

To say the least, things have took a turn for the worst since you and Harry got home.

You were bombarded with mountains of piles of work to get through because there was no one to fill your position whilst you’d taken the month off leading up to your wedding, including the honeymoon.

Harry had started filming his next movie, one that was mentally draining due to his character being a very unwell mental patient at a psychiatric hospital.

You worked from seven in the morning until four in the afternoon in the office but always brought home some work to do which kept you busy until about eight at night when you’d get into bed.

Weekends were exhausting as well, you were catching up with friends and family after basically being off the grid throughout the week.

Harry’s shooting location, thankfully, was only a few hours away up north in Manchester so he managed to be home often between breaks but unfortunately meant that he wasn’t home with you for periods of times.

He tries his best to be at home with you on the weekends but his schedule doesn’t work that way all the time. On average you probably see each other a total of two days out of the week and it’s been this way the past four weeks.

You’ve both been so busy, you’ve barely had the time to live life together as a married couple. There’s a tension building full of stress and exhaustion on both ends of your marriage. You find yourselves bickering when you’re together and getting on each other’s nerves more than ever before.

You know it’s because you’re equally annoyed with yourselves and each other with the current situation.

It’s 8pm on a Friday night and Harry called you earlier that morning to let you know he’s coming home today at around 6:30pm and will be able to stay the full week until he’s off again. He asked for you to pick him up from the station because he had booked a meal at The Ivy for 8pm. You of course said yes. You were so excited to hear the news, you felt tears well up in your eyes. “I really can’t wait, I miss you so much.” You replied before you both said your goodbyes and I love you’s before hanging up.

What you didn’t know was that working would be busier than ever that Friday and now you’re still in the office trying to hurry up and finish off one last piece of paper work to be sent off to your client before the weekend. Your phone had died two hours ago and Harry hadn’t contacted you before it died so you weren’t too concerned that he would’ve tried to since then.

You could cry out of frustration. You purposely stayed back to get all this extra work done so you could book off Monday and Tuesday to extend your weekend to spend some time with your husband.

Half an hour later, you finally send the email and pack up your stuff. You race to your car and make your way home. The door is unlocked when you go to turn the key and your heart skips a beat when you realise that Harry must be home.

The lights are all off downstairs which is odd so you make your way upstairs to your bedroom to find Harry sat on the edge of the bed in just his underwear and his phone in his hands.

“Hi, baby.” You softly speak up as you walk through the door and put your bag and coat over the chair in the corner of the room.

Harry glances at you over his shoulder briefly without so much as a tiny acknowledgment of your presence before looking back to his phone.

You frown, thinking his behaviour seems a bit off. The energy in the room seems low and you can sense he’s not in a good mood.

You walk over to him, a hand on his shoulder and the other hand reaching to lift his head by tilting his chin in your direction for him to look up at you. As soon as you try to lean forward to place a kiss to his lips he yanks his head away from your touch and rolls his eyes, letting out a huff.

You step back, very offended and extremely hurt by his cold actions.

“Fuck you, then.” You throw your hands up and storm away to head downstairs to the kitchen. You’re literally trying so hard not to break down and cry right now so you’re pacing around your kitchen, breathing heavily for a few moments then deciding to pour yourself a large glass of wine.

You almost down the first glass. The second one being poured less than five minutes later. You’re just stood by your kitchen island with a glass of wine in one hand and thoughts racing around your mind as you try to figure out why your husband seems to despise you at the moment.

You soon realise it could possibly be the fact that your phone was dead and maybe he was trying to get ahold of you.

You start to feel a pit of guilt in your stomach when you take your phone from your pocket and plug it into the charger point next to your toaster.

You finish your second glass of wine once your phone switches on and your eyes widen when you notice the ten missed calls and five unread messages from Harry.

You read the texts carefully one at a time.

From Harry:

6:09pm - l’m fifteen minutes away from the station if you want to set off now. Love you. Xx

6:30pm - Where are you? I’m waiting near the security box until you’re here. Xx

6:53pm - I’ve rung you five times and you’re not answering so I’m making my own way home now.

7:26pm - Why aren’t you answering and why aren’t you at home? You do realise we have to be at The Ivy in half an hour.

8:03pm - cancelled the booking. If you read this before you come home - don’t bother me when you get in, I can’t be arsed with this tonight.

You heart feels like it’s going to stop. You have never felt more terrible in your life. You feel like a punch to the gut is what you deserve right now and nothing less. And to think, you literally just spat in his face and said fuck you to him, still not realising what you’d done.

You were so fixated on wanting to spend the week with Harry that you’d completely forgotten about picking him up and going out for dinner tonight.

You were a little drunk and very upset with yourself so of course the only thing currently you did was start to cry. You sat on a stool at your island, lent your elbows on the countertop, put your face in your hands and sobbed. Sobbed for your husband and how upset he must be feeling. Sobbed at the realisation of how much you hurt him and let him down. You felt like a failure.

After about thirty minutes of letting your feelings flow out of your system uncontrollably, you composed yourself and prepared yourself to go and apologise profusely. You’d gone over what to say in your head a million times and nothing sounded good enough but you know the least he deserves is an apology rather than an explanation or excuse right now.

Your face is puffy and red from the crying as you shakily walk up the stairs to your room and find Harry is now laying under the covers with the tv on, watching a movie with a deep frown on his face. As if he’s in deep thought rather than paying attention to the screen.

You push the door open gently and let yourself in. Basically walking with your tail between your legs, you can barely look at him as you sit on the bottom corner of the bed on your side. You couldn’t be further away from him on the bed if you tried.

“Harry, I’m so sorry.” You croak. Lips quivering as you fight the urge to break down crying again. You finally look at him after your first attempt at the beginning of a long apology. He’s ignoring you. Keeping his eyes fixed on the screen and his arms crossed over his chest.

You decide to keep speaking, “I completely understand why you’re angry and I don’t want to give myself any excuses for-.”

He reaches for the remote and turns up the volume to drown out your voice.

You let out a shaky sigh. A tear slipping down your cheek. “I didn’t ignore you on purpose- look, can you please just say something?” You beg pathetically and Harry’s head turns as his eyes look at you with anger.

“Told you I can’t be fucked with this tonight just leave me alone, please.” He sighs in annoyance before completely turning his back to you as he lays on his side.

You really don’t know what to say now. You didn’t expect this reaction from him. He’s never been this angry with you before and it’s terrifying you slightly because you really can’t cope with it. You don’t even care if he shouts at this point, you just want more of a reaction from him.

He has every right to feel the way he does, you know that. You hate going to sleep on bad terms though. You both agreed to always resolve conflicts before getting into bed because you never wanted to be that couple that gets into fights and makes one or the other sleep on the sofa.

It seems like it’s going to be that way tonight though. You don’t want to say another word because you don’t want to make it worse. Even though you know you won’t get much sleep, you decide to go sleep downstairs on the couch. You could go sleep in the spare room but you need a tv to distract you from your racing thoughts so the living room it is.

You get up from the bed, go take a quick shower and change into your pyjamas before grabbing your pillow from your side of the bed and walking towards the door.

“Goodnight, Harry. I love you.” You say to him softly before closing the door behind yourself and making your way downstairs.

You turn on a shitty reality show to fall asleep too. It takes a few hours but eventually you drift off.

The next morning you’re awoken by the sound of the blender rattling off in the kitchen. You feel at peace for a split second as your groggy memory clears up as your consciousness comes back, along with the awful events of last night. You grimace start yourself as you sit up on the couch and turn around to see Harry standing in the kitchen, making himself a smoothie, dressed in his running gear.

It mustn’t be any later than 6am because he only likes going running at the crack of dawn. He hasn’t noticed that you’re awake yet but you know he’s still fuming by the look on his face.

Now that you’re not intoxicated and knowing it’s a new day, you’re determined to resolve this issue very soon. You don’t want to waste any more of the short time you two have together for the next four days being bitter.

You get up from the couch and stretch before walking over to the kitchen island and taking a seat on the stool you were sobbing on last night.

“Morning.” You say with a tired voice as Harry still hasn’t acknowledged you whilst he’s cleaning up some dishes. You’re both facing each other on opposite sides of the island.

Harry looks up at you frowning and doesn’t reply so you take it as your queue to go in strong with all guns blazing.

“Can we please talk about this now?” You plead. Harry just deadpans and looks at you with a look that tells you no as he picks up his AirPods and puts them in as he makes his way to the door to go on his run.

Warning: sexual content. a little soppy. 

Words: 3K 

Enjoy!

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"Look!" You gasp with dramatic excitement to catch the attention of your eight month old son. "Is that your daddy? Look he's waving!" You smile, holding him high on your hip and using your other hand to point to where Harry was standing, inside the boxing ring in the middle of the gym.

His eyes instantly light up as soon as he notices you both enter the room. His attention completely making a turn from his training to the smiling baby reaching his arms out towards his father.

You couldn't exchange this for anything in the world. The look on your sons face is priceless when he realises Harry is in the room. It's only been nine hours since they'd seen each other but you can just tell their bond is so strong that no matter how long apart, this son and father long to be by one another's side.

Harry takes off his gloves and throws them behind him inside the ring as he gets down and jogs over to take his son from your hold, but not before planting a loving, sweaty kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"I've missed you so much my big boy." He says in his baby voice whilst peppering soft kisses to your baby's face and neck. "Did you miss me, ey?" He continues and you just admire their moment together, standing there with a stupid grin plastered on your face.

Why?

My name is Ellie and his is Eddie 💀

Eddie Munson -  One Shot 

Summary: It’s 1988 and Eddie is in his first year of college. You can’t really stand him but he’s been picked as your partner for a project so you’ve both been spending a lot of time together the past month to work on your project. Study sessions have somehow turned into movie nights and suddenly you start to forget why you dislike him so much. 

Warnings: 18+, Sexual themes, body image insecurities, swearing. 

Note: This is a super long one, so get your popcorn, grab a drink and brace yourselves. Enjoy :) I also really appreciate feedback! Comments and re-blogs are cherished dearly! 

“Okay - No, stop stop. I can’t watch this anymore. What are you doing?” Eddie asks from his spot next to you, where he’s sat closer than he needs to be.

He’s glancing from your naked pizza slice, then to your face with an incredulous expression.

You look to your pizza slice and back to him. “Knitting a sweater, what does it look like I’m doing?”

He rolls his eyes, wiping some sauce from the corner of his mouth away with his thumb before sucking it into his mouth and releasing it. “Smart ass. Look, I was able to look past the pineapple on pizza thing - you psycho, but I can’t sit here and watch you eat the topping and then the base like some lunatic.”

You just give him a blank stare so he continues his rant, “it’s like watching someone take a bite out of the middle of a burrito, or taking a bite out of a whole Kit Kat instead of breaking it apart - were you raised by savages?”

This seems to really be bothering him and you find it fantastic.

You watch his face as you turn your empty pizza slice around, bringing it to your mouth as you take a bite out of the crust first and watch him look like he’s about to have a mental breakdown.

“Some people just wanna watch the world burn, Eddie.” You shrug, fighting the urge to cackle at his mouth hung open with wide eye mortified eyes.

“You’re gonna eat the rest of your pizza like that now, aren’t you?” He looks disgusted by the thought and you love it.

“Absolutely.” You agree without missing a beat and turn your face away to watch the tv again, ignoring Eddie who’s staring at you while you continue to bastardise the simple act of eating pizza.

You continue to watch the movie whilst Eddie sits his pizza box on the coffee table before asking if you were finished with yours; to which you nodded and he placed the box from your lap and onto the table.

As you continue to watch the movie, you realise you much preferred it when you were eating, having something to distract yourself and stop you from fidgeting with your hands, because now they’re just fidgeting in your lap which isn’t being helped by Eddie’s periodic stares at you.

“You’ve got an interesting way of watching movies..” You dig at him with a dry tone, when his eyes are focused on the side of your head instead of the tv.

“You’ve got an interesting way of eating pizza - we’ve all got our quirks.” He throws back, refusing to look away and you want to squirm on the spot with how anxious it’s making you.

“Watch the movie, weirdo.” You huff, barely able to pay attention to what you’re watching on the screen; wanting to bite your tongue off when you accidentally glance at him and your eyes go to his mouth before snapping away.

“Far more interested in what I’m watching right now actually.” He says with a tilt of his head, and you close your eyes with a drawn out frustrated sigh.

He leans closer, barely keeping an inch between the side of your face and his nose, you feel his breath against your cheek. You just keep your eyes firmly planted on the screen and dig your nails into the palms of your hands to soothe the way your heart nearly jumps out of your chest.

“You okay (y/n)? Something you want?” He asks with a suggestive amused drawl that makes you clamp your teeth down on the inside of your cheek.

“I want you to watch the movie.” You blurt out with your voice hitching in your throat, which only makes him smile and look even more pleased with himself.

He hums a disbelieving “mm-hmm.” But leans back; facing the tv again. You fight to nearly throw yourself off the couch when he shifts to lay down all of a sudden.

He throws his feet up over the arm of the couch, laying his back to the pillow, his head on your lap; lacing his fingers together to rest on his chest as he watches the tv with a casual expression.

“Um, what are you doing?” You ask, hovering your hands above him with no idea where to put them, while he tries to hide his lips twitching up at the corners.

“Watching the movie like you told me to do.”

You don’t know what to say, or what to do with your hands so you just stay rigid; swallowing down the dry feeling in your mouth as you opt to rest your arms along the back of the couch to avoid touching him, which only makes him grin.

The rest of the movie was like being in hell, you couldn’t even concentrate on it. 

There’s a moment when you swear on purpose, Eddie moves one hand down to pull up the hem of his shirt over over his stomach; acting like he had an itch he needed to scratch but then just left his hand on his exposed soft stomach and carved hips that his pants had shifted dangerously low on. 

He rested his other arm hung above his head, the top of his arm rested against your thigh while his hand rested against the couch and his fingers made a habit of grazing against the side of my bare thigh occasionally. 

By the time the movie was over your stomach was in that many knots, you swore it was practicing to be a sailor and your muscles ached in your body from how tense you’ve been that whole time. 

Eddie acted completely oblivious to your distress, moving up off the couch and asking how he should go about putting some music on and when you explained how to; you gave him another suspicious look when he put The Smiths on from your tape collection to play into your stereo speakers. 

He returns to the couch to sit next to you, raising a brow and pointing a finger in your face. “Don’t act like you’re the only one with ‘good’ music taste.”

You roll your eyes, but Eddie just looks over your figure, “You seem tense.” 

It reminds you of the night you two played pool at the Bar last week, and your heart thumps at the memory of him leaning over you and pressing his body against you. 

You don’t say anything, too distracted from the memory and Eddie grabs your attention by grasping your hand, “I want to try somethin’, loosen you up a bit.” 

You look at him with panic flashing across your face, which makes him clarify what he means straight away, “I just meant give you a head massage -I’m really good at them.” 

You shake your head, leaning back, “Oh no, I’m good. I don’t like massages or people touching me. It’s torture, not relaxing for me at all.” 

It’s true. You hate physical contact for the most part, you’ve never understood how people got massages or things like pedicures as a form of relaxation because to you, a stranger touching you is the worst thing you can possibly think of. You’d literally pay someone to not touch you. 

He pulls his lips to the side with a disbelieving look, and tugs at your hand again, “If you really don’t want me to touch you, i wont - but i’d like if you gave me a chance, I might surprise you.” 

You press your lips together in a flat line when he gives you the most pathetic begging puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. Oh for fuck sake, you think. “Fine. But i’m telling you, I’m going to hate it.” 

His solemn expression turns into a bright smile, and he gestures between his legs spread apart where he is sitting, “Just say the word and I stop whenever you want - come on, sit on the floor between my legs.” 

You roll your eyes again, “Bet you’re gonna love that, getting me on the floor between your legs.” You sigh, pulling yourself forward up off the couch and moving to sit on the ground between his legs with your shoulders against the back of the couch and his knees either side of your head. 

“Doesn’t do much for me unless you’re on your knees, sweetheart.” He jabs back, and for some reason it doesn’t make you uncomfortable. It’s like you’re just becoming accustomed to his crass sense of humour. 

At least, you though he was joking, right? 

“It could be a cold day in hell before that happens.” You quip and hear his laugh under his breath as he starts to run his fingers through the top of your hair to pul it back away from your face. 

“Oh I dunno,” He grins, shifting forward on the couch so his thighs are either side of your shoulders; how he manages to spread his legs in those jeans, you’ll never know. “If you knew the shit I’ve seen - miracles happen every day.” 

“In your dreams.” You scoff, feeling your muscles constrict when his long fingers slide into your hair up from the base of your neck. 

You’re fighting your natural instinct to recoil away, and panic over someone being so close. You don’t know how this is anxiety is ever meant to feel good. 

You still don’t rightfully know why you’re even letting him do this. 

...You know the answer is buried deep down, you’re not stupid but you’re refusing to acknowledge it because it will tumble you off a cliff that you’re not ready to go down. It’s better to keep those doors closed in your mind, you’re just humouring him. 

Eddie stays silent, as his fingers begin to work against your scalp; massaging his fingers in slow motions as he moves up your head. You’re shocked by the feeling, it’s like you had strings pulled taught on every limb in your body that have just been cut and your body slumps; and the more his long fingers work it starts sending waves of tingles radiating down your spine. 

Goosebumps prickle over your skin, and your head lulls back while your eyes close. “Just relax.” He coos, keeping his voice soothing and you think to yourself, this doesn’t feel terrible at all. 

“How about we share some secrets?” Eddie asks, and even though your eyes are closed you can feel his eyes fixed on you as your head slumps further back. 

You feel like a limp doll, like all of the tension in your body is melting away and to be perfectly honest you’ve never really had that. You’ve always been wound up too tight to let it happen, let alone have anyone do this. 

You’re always tensing some part of your body every second; whether it’s subconsciously clenching your teeth or jaw, tensing your shoulders or clenching your fists, you’re always on edge. Even in your sleep. 

“Okay” You agree, feeling far too compliant at the moment with these warm waves washing through your body as his fingers somehow unravel every bit of tight pressure in your body. 

“That was easy.” Eddie points out in surprise, but doesn’t hesitate to take up the opportunity to ask the first question. “When was your last relationship?” He asks, smoothing his fingers up from the base of your neck. 

You swallow, wetting your lips. “three years ago.” 

You wish you could go back to who you were before you met your ex, he damaged you almost beyond repair. 

Eddie gives you an acknowledging hum and you decide to start your own prying, “What about you?” 

“I was with someone for two years, ended five months ago - is this ex the reason why you haven’t been with anyone else?” 

You let out a long sigh but it’s not an anxious one, its almost a pleasured one from the feelings flickering around your body over how nice this feels. 

You’re barely even paying attention to what you’re talking about. 

“Partly, but not entirely.” You drag out, relaxing your head back further as Eddie keeps his fingers laced in your hair and moves them to massage the side of your head. “Do you miss your ex?” 

Again his answer is simple and fast, but he doesn’t even sound like he’s concentrating on what he’s saying as his own voice becomes slow “I don’t. Don’t you miss it though? Someone making you feel good?” 

“Can’t miss what you’re never had.” You reply under your breath without though, feeling your breathing shallow and you could literally moan at how incredible this feels. 

It’s the truth though, it’s a large part about why you’re so complacent about sex. Sure it feels okay but if you’re being totally honest, you don’t think you’ve ever loved a single hand that’s touched you. It’s never been about you enjoying it, it was always about you being enjoyable for the other person. 

It was never about you or how you felt, it was always about them. Your pleasure only mattered if it benefit them but for the most part they wanted you to inflate their ego, not actually make you feel good. 

You could’ve won an oscar with some of your performances. 

Eddie’s fingers pause in your hair and it makes you slowly blink your groggy eyes open, jumping when you see his face much closer to yours that you expected. 

His pupils are blown out, with his lips hooding his eyes but his brows are pinched together as he darts his gaze over your face. 

There’s several mixed emotions mixing together over his face that are confusing you; there’s sadness, irritation and to be honest you don’t know if hungry is an emotion, but he looks that too. 

Eddie’s fingers slip from your hair as he slides his hands to hold either side of your face, and he leans closer flicking between your eyes. 

It’s getting harder to breathe, it feels like everything else in the room has evaporated - you can’t even hear the music. 

His tongue darts out to dampen his lower lip, and his voice is soft but low as he speaks. 

“I could show you, you know... I could make you feel good... if you let me.” 

Your chest tightens at the same time your stomach jolts when he dips his head down to lean close enough that his nose nudges your chin. “Can’t stop thinking about it to be honest.” He murmurs, hovering his mouth over yours but not going further. 

His long fingers are around the underside of your jaw, tilting your chin up more till there’s barely a hairs width between your mouths and you can almost feel his lips touch yours as he speaks. 

You don’t think your heart knows whether to give up or beat a hundred mile an hour, it feels like it’s trying to do both and your breathing is so shallow you barely feel it. 

Eddie takes the fact that you haven’t smacked his or yanked yourself away from him as a positive sign, because he nudges your lower lip with his own before murmuring “Dyin’ to kiss you - but that’s up to you... Do you want to kiss me?” 

Both sides of your brain are screaming at each other while your skin heats over your whole body, and you can barely make out what the war in your head is arguing about. 

Eddie sighs, slipping his tongue out to ghost against your lower lip and every organ you have clenches while you ball your hands into fists. “Go on (y/n), do what you want...” he dares in a low whisper. 

It’s a split second before I’m sucking in a breath and closing the fraction of a distance between the both of you, pressing your lips against his; feeling completely out of your mind. 

As soon as the pressure of your lips touching his happens, Eddie takes a firmer hold on your jaw; drawing in a sharp breath through his nose before he starts to mould his mouth against your own. 

Everything feels like it goes from this frozen tense moment, like cracks slowly splintering in glass until the pressure gets too much and it shatters. 

The kiss only lasts a few seconds, then his mouth is being torn from yours while he grabs under your arms to pull your up to your knees; turning you and tugging you up until you’re crawling onto him, but the second you’re facing him again his lips are connecting with yours as you struggle to keep up. 

You’re not even thinking, your body is just doing whatever the fuck it feels like apparently. It’s almost like you’ve blacked out, your mind going blank and all you can do is feel. 

He keeps pulling you towards him until your knees end up either side of his hips; panting out low moans into the kiss that just become more intense the second he taunts your lips with his tongue and you welcome it with your own. 

Your skin feels like it’s on fire, boiling your insides along with it while you have your damn reality shattered and his hands roam around your body like he can’t decide where to put them. 

He breaks his lips away, only to nip and kiss at your lower lip between his words “Tell me what you like.” He takes your lip between his teeth, to give it a gentle tug before releasing it and teases his tongue over it, “I’ll do whatever you like - tell me.” 

Eddie waits for your answer but insecurity cripples you because you don’t know what to say to that, because well, you don’t know the answer. 

You’ve had plenty of sexual experience but it’s never been about what you liked, you’ve never even thought about it. 

Eddie pulls back at your hesitation and his brows crease, “Don’t be shy, you can tell me.” 

“I, uh...” You clear your throat, feeling flustered, “I can’t tell you because... I don’t exactly know.” 

His brows scrunch even further in confusion and you shrug your shoulders “No one’s ever asked me that before.” 

His expression falls with a sigh as he presses his lips into an annoyed flat line “We need to have a serious talk about the kind of assholes that you’ve been with - but we can do that later.” He taps his fingers on your thigh as an indicator for you to get up. “C’mon, hop up.” 

You give him a confused look, with your stomach dropping as you stand; thinking that the fact you told him this has made him change his mind and not want to touch you. 

But he stands when you do, grasping your hand and starts walking you both towards your bedroom; looking at you over his shoulder and notices the insecurity on your face when he matches with a soft but determined look. “You don’t know what you like, and we are gonna do something about it. I’m gonna help you figure it out.” 

Your eyes widen at how matter of fact he sounds, but he stops just as you reach your door and you hear wheezing and trotting footsteps behind you. 

Eddie looks behind you to see your dog following, then looks to your face cocking his brow. “I know you love that dog - but he can’t watch, doubt he’s gonna wanna see what I’m gonna do to you.” 

You give him a flat look that makes him bite on his lip with a cheeky grin, a look that makes you want to kiss him again instead of slapping him, like it used to. 

You look at your dog and point to the couch, ‘Sorry, couch tonight - I’ll make it up to you I promise - go on, off you go.”  

Your dog huffs and whines before turning and hanging his head; walking away with slow sad steps and you immediately feel terrible.

Eddie noticed the guilty look on your face, and pulls on your hand; tugging you into the room and shutting the door behind him before you can protest.

As soon as the door click shuts his hands are grabbing your face; crashing his lips into yours to kiss you so hard that you would’ve fallen over if his hands didn’t immediately let go of your face and grab behind your thighs instead; hoisting you up until your legs wrap around his waist and you squeak in shock at the action.

He walks you both towards the bed, stumbling while he tries to blindly find his way and you’re surprised that you both made it without him tripping and eating shit, hitting the ground when he turns and falls on the bed.

You throw your hands out to hit the bed as he does this, to stop yourself from nearly head butting him; but his mouth continues to attack yours while he moves your legs either side of his hips and grabs the hem of his shirt; tugging it up and only breaking the kiss to tear it up over his arms and head before he’s tossing it and latching his mouth onto yours again.

Both of your chests are heaving while the air in the room feels like it shoots to a thousand degrees, and Eddie grabs your hands to place them on his bare warm chest before his own hands explore over your torso in greedy, frantic touches.

His hips roll up from underneath you, grinding his centre against yours with a whine in the back of his throat and you’d snap your legs together at the sound, if you could.

His fingers grab the hem of your shirt as he starts to tug it up but then pauses, “is it okay? Can I take this off?” He checks, his words muffled against your lips.

You’re nodding before you can stop yourself, mumbling and agreeing “mhmm.” Against his lips; and next thing you know the material is being pulled up and torn off you, thrown aimlessly and his hands go back to exploring all of the new exposed skin that they can. His hands feel like they’re scorching every inch of skin they go over. Your head is spinning faster than a thrill ride at a funfair.

His lips kiss down your throat where he latches onto it, sucking the spot above your collarbone with his ragged breathing hitting your skin; making you whimper as he sucks and laps at the spot while his palms smooth up your back and his fingers stop at the back of your clasped bra.

“Can I undo this?” He rasps, snapping the band of the back of your bra against your skin.

“Yes.”

You feel like you’ve been possessed because you didn’t even recognise your voice before it answered.

He swallows as he continues to pant, dragging his warm slick tongue up your neck to your jaw as his fingers undo the clasp with impressive ease.

The material of your bra starts to slip from your body; and you gasp in surprise when his hands go to your shoulders, grabbing you and flipping you both quicker than a crack whip and he’s hovering over you.

He pauses looking down at you with his face flushed and unruly hair draped around his face, glancing to your bra laying loose over your chest and he takes hold of it; not taking his eyes away while he slips it down your arms and tucks his bottom lip under his teeth.

As soon as he drops your bra next to you both on the bed, your instinct is to cover your chest; looking away from him and cursing yourself in your head that you’re so ashamed.

You don’t know how to feel comfortable or proud of your body and the confidence Eddie has is something you envy, you can’t even look at yourself naked in the mirror.

“Don’t you dare.” Eddie scolds out of breath, grasping your arms to pull them away. “Don’t hide yourself.”

You close your eyes when he removes your arms from in front of you; wishing it made you invisible because you could curl up in a ball with how self conscious you feel.

“Fuck…” he cusses under his breath and you don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. “Look at me, honey.”

You keep your eyes closed and his voice gets more stern. “Look. At. Me.”

You force your eyes open, sucking all the air into your lungs the second you see the look on his face; it’s enough to make you want to shrink back into the bed as he stares at you under his brows.

He licks his lips, placing his palms against your stomach and you try not to cringe.

You often wonder what sex would be like not caring about your body, not spending the whole time wondering if the other person is disgusted by you or not.

“I don’t know what the hell you think is wrong with your body… because I can’t for the fucking life of me figure out a single problem with what I’m looking at right now.” He says, slipping his palms higher. “But I’m not you. I don’t see what you do - but we’re gonna work on that too… Because wanting to hide this,” his fingers knead and grope at the skin as they go higher, and he gestures his face down referring to your bare torso, “hiding this is just unacceptable.”

You swallow the harsh tightening in your throat, a mix of your own personal discomfort from feeling so exposed and the tension from his humid hands sliding up your skin.

He leans down, keeping his eyes on your face; kissing between your sternum and then drags his lips up over your left breast with his breath heating on your skin. “If I had it my way you’d never wear clothes again - I’m hooked now.”

You don’t know how something that was meant to be a compliment also sounded like a warning, but all you can do is watch helplessly as his mouth tastes and teases all over your chest.

You think you’re about to hyperventilate, you’ve never had something or someone be so intense.

To be fair, usually the sex would be over by now from your past experiences. Very in and out, over and done with. But he seems like he’s in absolutely no rush at all.

He pulls away just after he kitten licks at your nipple making your back arch up, and crawls off of you to stand at the edge of the bed; keeping his starving eyes on you as they dart all over your body like they can’t decide where to stay and he starts to undo his jeans, tugging them down once they’re open.

He lets out a relieved groan, once they’re down past his hips, which you’re assuming is from the lack of restriction he has now and you try not to look while he shuffles them down his legs to kick them off but the hard bulge, begging to get out of his briefs is hard to miss.

He brings his fingers up to push his hair away from his face and sighs, looking like he’s in pain, “You’re making it real fuckin’ difficult to have self control right now, (y/n).”

You just stare at him with your brows twitching together thinking, how? You haven’t done anything?

You chew on your lip, not sure what you should say while your chest rises and falls in slow but harsh breaths.

Eddie rubs his hands over his face, groaning a strained ‘fuck’ into his hands, before dropping them and stepping forward to hook his fingers under the material of your shorts; flicking his intense eyes up to yours. “Can I take these off? I want you to get under the covers after I do - if it’s okay?”

You give him a shy nod and he gives you a warning look. “You’ve got a voice, use it.”

“It’s okay.” You blurt under your breath, your ovaries feeling like they’re strangling themselves over the stern demanding tone of his voice.

His mood flips again as he smiles, holding the tip of his tongue between his teeth - which looks far too adorable of an expression to have while he’s getting you naked and starts pulling your shorts down along with your underwear, but keeps his eyes on your face.

You hold your breath when he slips them off your legs and drops them to the floor next to the bed, gesturing his chin towards the pillows. “Under the covers.”

You will your body to move, shuffling up the bed as he watches your face and once you tug the covers back and climb under he moves to follow you.

“You’re leaving those on?” You question, glancing to his briefs and have no idea where you even got the guts to ask that.

Intimate moments are when you’re most insecure and not even your wit can save you.

He slides into the bed next to you, nudging you to lay on your back then urges you to roll on your side with your back facing him. “Trust me, much better for my self control if I leave these on this time.”

This time? You think. So he’s already on the next time assumption thing.

You scrunch your face up in confusion but then jolt when he scoots up behind you; wrapping his arm around your waist and slotting your shoulders flush against his firm chest that radiates heat through your body.

He rests his mouth near your ear and starts to trace patterns over your abdomen with his fingers. “I know it was a lot, letting me see you, so I thought we could try something else… I want you to be comfortable - we don’t have to rush anything…” 

There’s a strange tug in your chest, over how observant and thoughtful of that he was and how foreign it is that someone is being so attentive towards you.

“I’m gonna ask you some questions, you can answer however you want - there’s no wrong answer but I need you to use your voice, okay? Nodding isn’t gonna work for me.” He says in a gentle tone, flattening his hand against your stomach.

“Okay.” You breathe, biting down on your lip so hard you nearly taste blood when he leans up and his mouth goes to your neck again.

“Don’t be offended - but you’ve had an orgasm before, right?” He asks between slow kisses down your neck, making his way to your shoulder.

“Yes.”

You think one word answers are the best you’re gonna be able to drag out, because you’re even struggling with just those. You have no idea where this is going.

He lets out a thoughtful hum, nipping at your shoulder as his hand moves higher to massage over your breast. “Has anyone else ever made you come? Or just yourself? Be honest.”

“Just myself.”

“Thought as much.” He sighs in a mutter, sounding annoyed but not towards you, your answer just seemed to frustrate him but he doesn’t sound surprised. “So you’ve never come during sex? Or from someone else touching you? Ever?”

“No.” You clear your throat, deciding to add, “just assumed I was defective or something, because I couldn’t.”

Eddie pauses and leans over to look at the side of your face, but you just stare at the wall. “There’s nothing wrong with you, understand me? If you can make yourself come, so can someone else. Whoever you’ve been with either didn’t know what the fuck they were doing, or didn’t deserve to touch you in the first place - the idiots never stopped to to ask you what you liked or tried to find out - they’re the fucking problem.”

His words are firm and direct, and you’re so used to his cheeky light nature that hearing him sound so harsh and serious makes your muscles tense. You don’t know why all of this has struck such a nerve with him, but he obviously feels very strongly about it.

“Point taken. I don’t have a broken vagina, good pep talk.” You quip with your voice tight, and the tension from Eddie’s speech breaks when a bright chuckle vibrates in his chest.

“Definitely don’t think it’s broken… maybe a little neglected but not broken” He teases, and you’re just about to fire back at him but he slides his hand down to grab your thigh to lift it; running his fingers up the area where your leg meets your groin. “Only one way to find out though.”

Your belly coils that tight you just about choke, your muscles twitching when he tickles his fingers over the hair on your pubic bone. “Can I touch you?”

You bite down on the inside of your cheek, hard. Your hips have the urge to shift forward of their own accord to encourage him, and you’re trying to adjust to constantly getting asked permission.

The normal side of your brain would have been sarcastic, but the hormonal one is the part that murmurs a shy “Yes.”

That three letter word has Eddie’s fingers ghosting down; making you grit your teeth when his careful fingertips drag a slow stroke between your folds; a deep long exhale leaving his mouth as he does.

His fingers move back and forth, exploring every slick bit of skin he can and you feel him shift on the spot behind you, like he’s trying to get comfortable.

“Feels pretty perfect to me, (y/n).” He murmurs, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss to your jaw, “Just relax, want you to do something for me.” 

You try ignore that voice in your head, the one that said you should’ve seen this coming and everyone wants something; because feeling him touching you feels exhilarating, even if it’s terrifying to finally be so vulnerable around someone. 

You feel safe and for you that’s an unusual feeling in this situation. 

He removes his hand from between your legs, taking your hand that you hadn’t even noticed was clamping the sheets and moves it down with his own, “I want you to touch yourself - what feels the best for you. Just place your hand on top of mine and move my fingers however you want.” 

“Eddie I can’t - I can’t do that.” You stutter while you try and comprehend what he just said - you’re not confident enough for that, but he just tuts you. 

“Yes you can.” He dismisses, placing both his and your hand between your legs and moves his fingers to rest against the sensitive spot that’s started to throb. “Just close your eyes, and breathe. You can do it, and I’m not moving my fingers until you do - it’s up to you.” 

He applies more pressure but keeps his fingers still and you cuss under your breath, squeezing your eyes closed. 

“While you’re deciding...” Eddie starts with a coy tone to his voice, still not moving his fingers that feel torturing at this point, “I’m pretty wrapped about the fact I turn you on, feeling how soaked you are. Enjoy kissing me that much do you?” 

You can’t answer, you’re too distracted by the ache that’s getting worse between your legs that you haven’t felt in what feels like an entire lifetime ago. 

Eddie just sounds amused now, and keeps talking with the smug expression evident in his voice “What else turns you on?” 

You’re huffing out breaths through your nose, fighting to keep your hips still, and Eddie moves his lips to your ear. “What about dirty talk? That get you off? Let’s see if it does.” He drawls in a low voice that feels like it shivers down your spine from the drop to it. 

“Wanna know how much you turn me on, sweetheart?” He breathes against your ear, his words slow and sound filthy enough from his tone; his hips press forward, his hard length clothed underneath his briefs circling against your behind and he moans - It has to be on purpose with how drawn out it is, before he continues to speak, “You feel that? Rock fucking hard for you, and it isn’t the first time either.” 

“Know what I did last night?” He drags out, continuing to rock his hips against you while that ache between your legs makes you want to scream; and when you try to shift your hips he cups your hear, pinning you back against him to hold them still, “Just move my fingers, babe, you know what to do.” He taunts and you growl in frustration in the back of your throat which only makes him smile. “Now where was I? - Oh yeah, last night... I had a shower, know what I did while I was in there?” 

You try to stop the strangled moan that echoes in your throat when he circles his erection against your behind in slow hard movements but your body betrays you like it has since you met this stupid boy. 

“Was thinking about you, thinking about kissing you.” He murmurs, moving his head to press a kiss to your shoulder, “And I got so fucking hard; I couldn’t even concentrate. So I wrapped my fingers around myself... leant my other hand against the wall and started to fuck my fist; started slow and got faster and faster the more I thought about you, what it would be like to touch you... Have you in that shower with me... all the things we could do - and then you know what happened?” 

You can even explain what is happening to your body at the moment, it feels like every nerve ending you have is screaming. 

Eddie’s breathing gets heavier as he continues to grind himself against you, while his voice becomes thicker and he damn near moans his words out, “I came... really... really fucking hard. Could barely hold myself up, making filthy sounds I couldn’t control... if felt so good (y/n), so damn good.” 

The image that is now burned into your brain is going to kill you, along with the sound of his voice. 

You’re about to start wheezing, your throat feels like it’s closing on itself and you can’t take this anymore. You suck in a sharp gasp and use every ounce of non-existent confidence you have. 

You grab his hand, placing yours over his and press his fingers against your aching nerves, whining at the relief when you start to move his fingertips in slow circles. 

Eddie’s lips pull into a grin against your shoulder, and he hums to himself “Mmm, guess we can add dirty talk to the list of things that turn you on then.” 

You circle your hips back against his fingers, whimpering at the feeling and christ, if you knew this is how food being with another person was meant to feel, you would’ve ended up like Eddie a long time ago. This is mind numbing. 

“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Eddie coos, sounding breathless as his hips grind harder against you, “Didn’t know it was possible for you to get even wetter - making a mess of my fingers lovely girl.” 

You’re going to have to get a priest to bless your shower head, so you can cleanse yourself under the water for a week straight after listening to that mouth of his. 

You decide you’re not going to be the only one that’s a mess, and push your behind back against his centre as you start to work his fingers faster at the pressure and speed you know will unravel this painful knot in your gut that way you need it to. 

Eddie grunts a low, guttural sound with a strained “Oh fuck.” following it, and thrusts his centre hard against you; dropping his humid forehead against your shoulder. 

His fingers keep up the rhythm you have going, pushing you closer to that devastating feeling that’s making your stomach muscles start to tremble and you drop your hand away, unable to keep it there anymore and dig your nails into the mattress. 

You haven’t even had a thought about what you should be doing, the sounds you should be making or how you should be reacting because that’s all you used to do - make sure you were reacting the way the other person wanted but right now you can’t think of a god damn thing, all you’re doing is relishing how incredible it feels. Your head is so quiet, and calm - it’s blissful. 

His fingers continue to mimic the exact motions you showed him, playing your body like an instrument he mastered in minutes and you start to writhe against him while he grinds his centre against you like he’s consumed by his own movements. 

“Oh god.” You gasp, your breath hitching in your throat as that pressure starts to ripple out from your centre. “Faster- please, I need - please go faster.” You beg sounding incoherent, you just need that last little push to unravel everything. 

Eddie moves his face to hover over yours, and you barely recognise his voice with how low and hoarse it is. “You gonna come for me, lovely girl?” 

You bite down hard on your lip, scrunching your eyes shut tighter with a sharp desperate nod and Eddie nudges his nose against your cheek, “Kiss me - and I’ll go faster, I’ll make you feel so good, just kiss me.” 

You turn your face, with his lips capturing yours as soon as they’re in reach and immediately the kiss is desperate. It’s wet tongues and careless lips while his fingers quicken against your sensitivity and he captures every single one of the choked moans that leave your throat. 

Every muscle in your body tenses as the coil in your abdomen unravels and pulses out from your lower half through your body in shock waves; spasming your nerves and constricting your stomach as it does while your hips thrust and roll to ride the feeling as it washes over you. 

Eddie’s fingers continue to drag the feeling out, pulling high pitched whimpers and strangled moans out of your chest while your kissing becomes uncoordinated until he spills his open mouth against yours when his hips jolt forward. 

He chokes out a whimpered “Oh my fucking god.” against your mouth, his own body jolting and trembling while his centre rolls against your behind until you feel a liquid warmth against your skin soaked into the fabric of his briefs. 

You jolt your hips away when you become too sensitive from his fingers, and his hand cups against your heat, pulling you against him like he’s trying to sooth the feeling while your body twitches from the aftershocks firing through it and you try to float back down from the high you were just on. 

Both of you are panting, with Eddie’s forehead against your own and his long hair that’s become damp in places is tickling against your cheeks. 

He presses several lazy kisses to your lips, sighing to himself and finally slips his hand from between your legs when your hips still; hugging his arms around your waist like he can’t get close enough. 

“You feelin’ okay?” He asks with a tired but light inflection to his voice. 

“M’good. Really good, I’m great.” You sigh sounding groggy, and can’t string a sentence together. You’re so sleepy now. 

Eddie laughs under his breath at how spent you are, sounding pleased with himself. 

“Thanks for letting me help.” He taunts and if you didn’t have pudding brain again you’d have a smart ass remark for that. 

He lifts his face from yours, and your head drops to the side against the pillow like it’s a dead weight which makes him laugh again; but he just cuddles up behind you. 

“You know, I haven’t come in my boxers since I was about twelve - so thanks for the nostalgia too.” He muses, sounding thoroughly entertained with himself. 

“You’re welcome.” You hum, half asleep and barely playing attention to what he’s saying. 

There’s a long silence as you both just lay there with each other, Eddie’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck and you get closer to drifting off into sleep from the sedated state your body is in; you just feel so damn content. He feels so comfortable and warm curled up against you. 

“(y/n)? I need a favour - before you fall asleep.” 

You murmur a sleepy “Mmm?” 

He pauses for a moment, and then sighs and for once you hear the slightest hint of bashfulness in his voice. 

“I need to clean myself up before I fall asleep - but uh, I kinda ruined my boxers... So you wouldn’t have any shorts I could sleep in, would you?” 

You smile to yourself. “Yeah, I do.” 

Pretty please? Also sorry for the long description and love you! 💕

LOVE this idea!! I'll make Eddie a cutesy simp for the reader throughout most of this but during the smutty stuff he's gonna get filthy.

If you enjoy any of my writings so far, please submit requests or ideas for me to write.. cause my mind is blank at the moment 🥴🫡

Open to any relating to either…

🎸Eddie Munson 🎸

Or 🎀Joseph Quinn 🎀

EDDIE MUNSON (All contain smut) 

I Need U More Than Life 

Photo Booth Fun 

*Series* 

Domesticated Freak (part 1)

Come Back Home (part 2) 

It All Started With Pizza (part 1) 

It All Started With Pizza (part 2)

Eddie Munson

Warning: 18+, smut and fluff

Masterlist

Recommended song to listen to whilst reading is Coming Home by Leon Bridges

While Eddie is out of town, you pick up several extra shifts at the hospital to keep busy. Doubles, graveyards, early mornings and late nights. Any way to draw your mind away from missing him and feeling empty in your own home. You long for him the most after midnight, walking along the halls of your house and dragging your fingertips across the white walls. 

You’re becoming familiar with every creak the floorboards make and you’re careful to avoid them as you wander through the house, becoming accustomed with your new surroundings. The patterned curtains stay drawn in an effort to remind you of your safety when it’s so dark outside that the only view your windows provide is your own reflection. You haven’t spoken to him since he kissed you at the end of your driveway before climbing into a cab and disappearing down the street. 

It’s been five days and you’re starting to think you don’t remember the way his voice sounds anymore. Normally you would have tried to contact him several times by now, but he forgot to leave his hotel information or itinerary because he set off in such a rush. You’re dying to hear his gravelly voice, his cheeky remarks, his laughs. His praises, his consoling, his declarations of love. 

You have become so accustomed to Eddie cooking all of your meals that your pathetic attempts at healthy dinners make you pout and mope before giving in and deciding that it won’t kill you to eat nothing but pizza for a few days. 

Red wine helps you fall asleep, but it doesn’t help keep you there. So when you’re buried deep into your balmy sheets in the middle of the night and Ozzy barks once, twice, then three times you’re groaning and whining before rubbing your eyes. 

Your voice is husky, “Ozzy.” You’re crawling to the end of the bed and putting your hand on his fur. He’s sitting up and resting his bottom on his back haunches, he glances over his shoulder at you before looking back at your cracked bedroom door. “Baby, stop.” He’s growling in the back of his throat before he whines and lays down. “Good boy, c’mere. You miss Eddie?” 

He whines again and you tug on his collar as a gesture for him to join you at the top of the bed. He follows you and spins in a circle a few times before plopping down on the blankets. He lays down beside you, his chin resting on your stomach and his eyes glancing between you and the dark room. “Me too, buddy. Me too. He’ll be home soon.” You softly pet the fur along his back in long strokes before scratching behind his ears. He yawns and closes his eyes and you’re following suit in a matter of minutes. 

The following evening, you’re returning home late from a wickedly long double shift. Your feet ache inside of your shoes and you’re fairly certain you’ve worn holes in both of your socks from being on your feet all day. You know that if Eddie were here, he would offer to rub your feet with his consoling thumbs, his sturdy hands with their contrasting delicate palms and finger pads. The cool metal of his rings would roll against your ticklish skin, Eddie telling you not to giggle or squirm so that he can work your muscles deeply. His mouth kissing each one of your toes before sucking the middle one into his mouth teasingly. 

You’re greeted by the sound of the phone ringing the moment you open your front door and you’re kicking your shoes off and running into the kitchen, tripping over Ozzy and nearly falling into your hands and knees on your journey. You slide to a halt in your socks and rip the handset off the holster attached to the wall, “Hello?” You’re out of breath and you’re wrapped up in the phone cord as you spin to try and untangle your arm. 

“Baby!” His voice is like dark chocolate covered caramel, cracked on the surface yet smooth and creamy in the centre, but even sweeter and more of a treat than any sustenance could provide. 

“Eddie... honey.” You slump against the wall and sigh, tears springing to your eyes inexplicably. “Your voice is heaven. Miss you, miss you like crazy.”

He’s exhaling softly in contentment at your sweet admissions. “Miss you so fucking much. Mm’sorry I’ve been busy- tried callin’ buncha times. You haven’t been home.”

You swallow a tickle in the back of your throat and bump the cutlery drawer closed with your hip. “Oh, um..” You feel guilty because in the midst of all your loneliness and frustration with not having a way to contact him, you’ve forgotten that you also have been unreachable. “Yeah, picked up extra shifts. I actually just got home. How is it?” 

You can hear him hum before clearing his throat, “S’great. The band that’s our pre-act are phenomenal. Shreds guitar, wild synth stuff. Gonna explode soon. I’ll bring home a vinyl of theirs. Weird guys though...” 

You laugh and bite your lip. “Yeah? How come?” 

He clears his throat, “well, like, I asked the lead singer what his favourite food was and he said ‘mashed yeast’? But then changed his answer to ‘bubble gum’.” You’re giggling hard now and you can hear him join you softly on the other end. “M’comin’ home tomorrow. You happy? Ready to see your man?”

You rub your eyes, but can’t stop a tear that slides from the corner. You wipe it and take a deep breath so that Eddie won’t be able to pick up on the fact that you’re unsettled. “Can’t wait. I’m so happy. I’m gonna hold you and kiss you and never let go.” 

He hums, “Yeah? Love me?” 

“I love you more than anything in the whole universe.” 

There’s a beat of silence and you imagine Eddie’s allowing his eyes to drift shut so that he can digest your words. “Me too, love you very much. Be round tomorrow in the late afternoon, yeah?” You murmur a positive response and bite your lip as he continues, “I know you’re crying... listen, it was bad timing to leave. I’m sorry. Hated leaving you.” 

You’re nodding to yourself before you huff and peel yourself off of the wall. “Sorry-” 

He’s interrupting you, “Don’t be.” 

You sniffle.”Kay, um... see you tomorrow then.” 

“Wait! What colour are your panties?” 

You burst out laughing. “Really?” 

“Really.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek as you instinctively look down and try to remember. “They’re red.” 

He groans and digs the heel of his hand into his centre. “Under your white uniform? You’re so naughty.” You’re giggling again and he shakes his head to rid himself of the image for the time being. You exchange a few more parting words before finally disconnecting and unwrapping yourself from the chord, hearts regenerated and minds content for the evening. 

- 

The wooden handle of the laundry basket is digging into the tender flesh of your knuckles .You’re headphones are nestles tightly onto your head, padded earpieces resting gently against the cartilage of your ears. Your hips and shoulders are moving enthusiastically to the music playing on your Walkman. You don’t dare listen to this in front of Eddie because of the onslaught of teasing you’d receive. You understand that Eddie doesn’t actually mind, but any opportunity he can seize to poke fun at you, he’ll take. 

You’re collecting socks and pillowcases from your bedroom before making your way down the short, carpeted staircase to the laundry room off of the kitchen and piling everything into the washing machine. You’re humming the familiar tune and your head and your hips are swaying as you pull each article of clothing out of the basket. When two firm hands are pinching your waist, you’re screaming and jumping into the air before spinning quickly and ripping your headphones off with one hand over your mouth. 

Eddie’s standing before you; black pants, KISS t-shirt, hair down and fluffy as if it has just been washed with cheap hotel shampoo. His smile starts of tight-lipped before stretching across his cheeks to illuminate his entire face; eyes sparking, dimple cutting across and highlighting his fondness in this moment. Your hand is on your chest in an effort to calm your pounding heart before you toss your arms around his neck and pull him close to you. 

“Hi sweetheart, there was no way to greet you without startling you.” His arms wrap around your waist, “are you listening to disco in this household, Mrs Munson?” 

The faint music can be heard pulsing through the tiny speakers draping around your neck as you pull back and kiss his mouth. “Mmm, caught. Hi baby, missed you so much. So glad you’re home.” 

He’s picking your up by your thighs and setting you on the dryer, his fingertips drag up your legs and underneath your shirt, his eyes focused on your mouth. “Missed you like fucking crazy.” He leans forward until his lips linger against yours as he speaks, “my beautiful, sexy wife.” You’re whimpering at his words as he rubs your noses together before flicking his tongue across your lips. Your mouth opens and his tongue swipes against yours tenderly, “mmm”. He pulls back for a breath before diving in to do it again. You connect your lips and inhale him deeply; his tongue finds yours as your legs weave around his hips to pull his centre towards you. 

He’s scooting you to the edge of the dryer and pushing against your chest with two fingers to lean you backwards. You wince when the cool metal of the control panel chills your shoulders and Eddie’s dropping to his knees, pulling your shorts down and tossing them across the room. “Thought about your sweet honey pot every single day that I was gone.” 

He attaches his mouth to your covered centre and presses his wide, flat tongue against your sensitivity. His hot, damp breaths against your flimsy panties make you shiver as he pokes the very tip of his tongue against your swollen bud and taps it over and over. A wet patch is blooming in your underwear and he hums as he pokes a finger against it. Your back arches off of the metal surface and a whimper leaves your mouth at his delicate intrusion, so soft you’re tempted to push against it. 

He pushes his fingers against the fabric further until it’s pressing past your tight walls. “Mm - fuck, Eds.” 

He’s moving his fingers in languid circles. “Yeah? How does it feel? Tell me.” His tongue flattens out against your swell. 

“Incredible,” you mewl. “Wish I could feel your tongue inside me.” 

He groans as tingles spread down his arms at your words and peels your panties to the side to eye your silken core. “Completely soaked, (Y/N), Want me?” He’s watching you squirm but he still needs to hear you say it out loud. 

The cool air is reaching your wetness and making you shiver. “Yes, I want you, yes.” Your stomach is coiling in anticipation and when he blows a puff of air onto your heat, you’re squealing and allowing your head to lull back between your shoulders. 

Before you can speak again, his entire mouth is attaching to your centre and sucking before his tongue pushes fully inside of you for a taste. He hums against your opening as you tighten your legs around his shoulders to stop them from shaking. Your hips roll against his mouth and he swings an arm across your stomach, palm and fingers splayed wide over your belly button to keep you still. 

He laps up your entirety in long, lazy strokes before flicking his tongue over your swollen bud then stroking you again. You weave your trembling hands into his hair and gather it into a bun to hold out of his face. 

He winks at you and you cry out before swallowing, “Need you. I need you now.” 

When he pulls back you can feel his quick breaths huffing against your centre. “Need what?” 

He winces when you tighten your fingers in his hair and tug gently, then watches your hand snake up your shirt as your thumb brushes over your nipple. “Your cock. Missed you too much. Please?” 

He moans and rests his forehead against your inner thigh for a breath as his cock pulses and surges in his pants. He pulls himself to his feet and rips off his shirt, then drops his jeans to his ankles before pulling your shirt off and adding it to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. You’re sitting up and he’s meeting you in the middle for a bruising kiss, hands tangling in each other’s hair and moans absorbed in the back of one another’s throats. 

Eddie pulls himself out of his briefs and lines his length up with your slit, allowing it to glide up and down your folds as his forehead rests against yours. His tip bumps your clit on each upward thrust and finally you whimper, “can’t wait anymore. Please - I need you to fuck me.” 

Eddie leans forward and reaches behind you to rest his palms against the cool surface. He aligns his head with your entrance and when he starts slowly pushing into you, he touches the ‘start’ button on the dryer and the low rumble and humming vibration can be felt in your thighs, your sensitivity, your core, your stomach. 

Your mouth falls open and his face is pinched up in euphoria as his nose presses against your cheek. When he’s tucked completely inside of you, he pauses and exhales a deep breath against your lips, “Jesus, fuck.” You’re gripping his tightly from inside and he can feel the vibrations of the dryer quaking throughout your heat. “You are paradise.” 

He slowly pulls out and then pushes back in with the same unhurried speed. “Looked like a seductress dancing in here with your headphones on.” He quickens his pace. “Had to have you, love you so much.” 

One leg wraps around his waist and the other dangles off the edge of the machine. “So glad you’re home, my perfect man.” 

Chills tingle up his spine and goosebumps burst down his arms, legs and scalp. “Mm, go on.” 

You press your mouth to his and keep your lips close as you continue, “you’re so beautiful. The sexiest man i’ve ever met. Missed you, Eddie, my love.” 

He pushes completely in and cries out loudly before fading into a desperate moan. His pace is fast and hard now, his thumb rubbing your swell in rhythmic sweeps. “You’re gonna make me come deep inside you. Want that? Want me?” 

Your hips are moving to match his stride, his dick stroking the sweet spot on your front wall on each return. “There, Eddie. Right there-” Your words are cut off by a surprised gasp when he finds the tender area inside you and moved back and forth against it in deliberate rapid drives. 

Your eyes roll back in your head and he’s watching your face, your jaw, your neck. He leans forward and sucks a crimson spot into your clavicle, his thumb pressing hard on your clit. “Come baby. Come on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.” 

Your orgasm boils up from deep inside your belly and shatters through the surface of your skin. Your blood feels hot as your back arches and your head falls back, mumbling incoherent praises and Eddie’s name. He’s pushing you through the best he can before he loses cadence and sinking himself to the brim to join you in your delirium. His forehead is pressed to the base of your throat and he’s sobbing into your chest as your core continues to flutter around him for several minutes. 

Eddie’s lifting his head when he feels the dryer shut off to find you leaned back against the control panel with a satisfied smile on your face. He licks a trail up your neck before kissing your lips with a hum, “What’s that cheeky smile about?” 

“The dryer was a nice touch.” 

A proud grin spreads across his flushed cheeks, “yeah? Just thought of that in the moment. Good?” You nod and kiss him again, he licks his lips before speaking, “I know you lived on pizza and red wine while I was gone. Let me cook you a proper meal. Have some time together. Remind you how much I love you.” 

“I never forget, Eds.” 

Eddie Munson

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, drug use (weed), knife play, choking. 

Masterlist

Recommended song to listen to whilst reading is I Want You by Kings Of Leon

Blurb: You and Eddie have been fuck buddies for a few months now and when the events of the upside down and vecna take place, it makes you realise how much you actually like him. This is set in a universe where Eddie survives. 

-

“You like him.” Steve suddenly speaks up, carefully inhaling some smoke before he looks at you. 

His words surprise you and you furrow your eyebrows, not understanding what he’s talking about. Your brain is almost a bit slow now, and you’re really glad this was working after the events of hell that just occurred from Vecna. 

“What?” You ask, smoothing your hands up and down your bare thighs. The cotton shorts you were wearing exposed most of them and you could see the many scars that graced your body from the war you’d just been in. 

You actually didn’t mind your scars. They told the story of how brave you’d been, representing your strength. 

“Eddie. You like him.” Steve smiles at you, his eyes were a bit intimidating with the dim light in his living room making them appear that way. 

You look away from him, poking your finger nails into your skin on your legs. You really liked that you could relax now, wearing comfy clothes and smoking weed to calm the remaining nerves. 

“Eddie is stubborn,” You speak up after a few seconds and furrow your eyebrows, reaching to grab the joint Steve was handing to you for another hit. “He’s arrogant, annoying, hard to handle..” 

You look up to meet his eyes and he is already smiling at you. 

“You didn’t deny it.” Steve points out. “I know you two have been fucking, I can see the hickeys all over your chest, and I also know that doesn’t make you two in love, but anyone can see that you like each other. He trusts you and that says a lot.”  

You choke on the smoke and cough several times, completely forgetting the fact you were wearing a tank top. 

You didn’t know Eddie had told Steve about you two having sex, so this caught you off guard a little. 

You started sleeping with Eddie about two months ago. Strictly just a benefits situation because you were both drunk one night at the Hideout and ended up back at Eddie’s trailer. You were in his original year at school, the year he was supposed to graduate the first time around. 

Throughout high school, you were one of the mean girls, unfortunately. Not a bully, but you wouldn’t have been caught dead associating yourself with Eddie and his friends. In fact, throughout high school Eddie used to purposefully get under your skin, teasing you and your cheerleader friends about how stuck up you were. He was right, but it annoyed you and you were surprised when you slept with him that night, two years after you’d graduated and hadn’t seen Eddie in almost a year. 

You returned to Hawkins after backpacking around the world for eighteen months and when you got back all of your friends had moved away to college and you were stuck working in the family video store with Steve and Robin, who you had become close with in the five months since you returned. 

You and Eddie used to have sex a shameful amount before Vecna appeared, three weeks ago, yet all the events make it feel like he hasn’t touched you in months. It’s been two weeks since you left the Upside Down after defeating the evil and god, you missed feeling Eddie close to you. You missed feeling him inside of you. 

You forgot how horny you get whenever you smoke, it was a dangerous combination that you had around Eddie. 

“I don’t like him.” You pout, hugging your knees against your chest. “I like the way he’s around me now. He’s funny sometimes too. I like his hands. I also like his eyes, and I like the way he touches me.” 

Shut up, you think to yourself. 

“Sure, that’s all you like.” Steve snorts, grabbing the joint back. “You know, I’ve been watching you two through all of this shit. The dynamic between you two is something natural, your behaviour is so similar that you don’t even realise. It’s funny.” 

“We’re not similar.” You huff. “I’m smarter.” 

“Why do I have a feeling you’re talking about me?” Eddie’s voice startles you and you didn’t even realise he walked down the stairs, you were so lost in this conversation with Steve that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings. 

Eddie’s wearing just some black sweatpants, his long hair was wet and falling down his shoulders. You notice he has changed his bandage on his own. You hate that it covers his tattoos, you miss tracing them with your fingers. And your tongue. 

The tattoos on his chest were exposed though... he was so fucking pretty. 

“I’ll take the way you’re staring at me as a yes.” Eddie says, and you quickly look up to his face, and he’s already smiling at you. “Your living room reeks of weed, did you take my stash, Steve?” 

“I helped you find your stash, you’re welcome.” Steve chuckles. “I’m off to bed, I’m tired. (y/n) is great company, though.” 

“When she wants to be.” Eddie bites his lower lip to hide a smile, stepping closer to you. 

Steve handed you the joint and you watched as he managed to stand up on his own, before Eddie could even rush to help him. He waved at you and then made his way to his bedroom, leaving you and Eddie alone in the living room. You noticed Steve often did that when Eddie was around, he’d just leave you two alone... and now Eddie was sitting down next to you, which made your brain focus solely on him. 

The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifts the moment Eddie grabs the joint from your hand, allowing your fingers to brush in the process. 

You get chills whenever he touches you, you could never get used to it. You watch as he wraps his lips around the joint, slowly inhaling smoke and making his jaw seem sharper in the process, and his side profile is so beautiful. 

His biceps flexed when he pulled the joint away from his mouth, but he didn’t exhale the smoke. He grabs the glass of water you had left on the floor and he tosses the small joint inside, this time focusing on you. 

Eddie reaches out his hand to grasp your jaw roughly, suddenly pulling you closer to him until he presses his lips against yours, surprising you a lot with the kiss. 

You don’t even think twice before kissing him back though, opening your mouth for him and feeling as he exhales the smoke into the kiss. You moan into his mouth, tangling your tongues together before you can control yourself, and your body moves on its own when you straddle his lap, threading your fingers in his hair and deepening the kiss. 

The taste of weed is mixed with his own taste, and this is working much better than any drug ever would. Your mind would go completely blank and it was only him... it felt like it’d been so long since you kissed him like this. 

His hands were quick to grope your ass as his fingers slip under your shorts, and he digs his nails into your soft flesh as he pulls your hips down. “Fuck,” you moan, lowering your hands to the nape of his neck so you can feel his skin... touching him as much as you possibly can, moving your fingers to his toned chest, and then his arms. 

You grab his biceps just when he gropes your ass more roughly, and you could feel his muscles flexing under your touch. He is so fucking hot. 

“Yeah, I think I really like it when you’re high.” He whispers against your lips, leaving soft kisses down to your jaw and keeping your body against his. “You haven’t kissed me like this in a while.” 

“I need more.” You groan, crashing your lips together again and you both inhale sharply the moment you start grinding your hips down on his. 

The kiss turns urgent and hungry, his ring-clad fingers were suddenly around your throat and you moan again, pulling his hair tightly so he could tilt his head back, and you left a trail of wet kisses down his neck as he tightened his grip. 

You sucked the sensitive spot near the base of his neck, and his raspy moan was enough to drive you crazy. You never needed something so bad in your whole life. He was the only thing you could feel and think about... and you really needed to feel something good again. 

“I think you’re very high.” He chuckles. “And Steve is just down the hall. Let’s go to the guest room, you seem like you could use some sleep.” 

“What if we don’t sleep?” You blurted out, wrapping your hand around his on your neck, slowly circling your hips over his very apparent erection now as he arched his eyebrows at you, hiding a smile. 

“I was being ironic, baby. Of course we aren’t going to sleep. Especially after you kissed me like that.” He gropes your ass again, very slowly this time. “I have missed that boldness, you can talk some more if you want.” 

“I want you,” You whisper, leaning closer to kiss him again, but he chokes you harder and pushes you away slightly, so his lips are less than an inch away from yours. 

You try moving forward again but he’s really strong and he was enjoying this, that smug smile on his tempting lips was proof enough. 

“What do you want me to do?” He whispers back. “Tell me... you’re so desperate. Did you miss me?” 

“Yes, I did.” You weren’t in control of your brain anymore, and this was exactly what you needed. “You make me feel so good... I just want to feel good.” 

Eddie’s eyes soften and he lets go of your neck, sliding his hand to your cheek. 

“Is that why you were smoking, baby?” He asks, but he wasn’t teasing anymore. 

You bite your bottom lip, pulling away slightly and keeping your eyes on his. You could feel the way he was caring about you lately, and it felt really strange to know that this was probably more than just a casual fuck now. 

“I just need to stop thinking a bit,” You admit. “Do you want to help me?” 

Eddie didn’t even give you time to prepare yourself before his lips found yours again, his fingers were in your hair and you were having a hard time keeping up with his sudden urgency. 

Fuck, you really missed him. 

The kiss was a mess of tongues and clashing teeth, and it reminded you a lot of the first time you were with him. There was this consuming desire and tension that you would never be able to comprehend, but you really loved it. 

“Bedroom. Right now.” You pull away to catch a breath, but his mouth was already lowering to the swell of your breasts, hungrily exploring your body and sucking bruises along the way. “Eddie, fuck!” 

He suddenly stood up from the couch, keeping his hands on your ass as he guided your legs to wrap around his hips when he literally carried you towards the stairs. But he put you down before he could start making his way up, and just then you remembered about his deep wound on his side. 

“Sorry, baby. We’ll have to do this the less fun way.” He places his hand over his abdomen as he takes a deep breath, and you hated that you’d forgotten about that detail. “I have to take it easy or else future you, tomorrow morning, will be mad at me, you know, when you’re not high anymore.” 

His words made you giggle as you rushed up the stairs, hearing as he followed you up. 

“Why am I starting to like it when you tease me? It’s mostly super annoying but now it’s starting to sound really sexy.” You admit once you’re both on the top of the stairs, and he grabs your hips to pull you closer. 

“Sexy? Keep the compliments coming.” He grins, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “Let’s go, baby. Let me make you feel good.” 

You were pathetically desperate, quick to make your way into the bedroom and Eddie laughs, closing the door behind him after he walks in. You completely freeze when he suddenly decides to take off his pants. 

He has a casual look on his face when he throws them to the side, and you realise he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Your eyes instantly drop to his very hard erection, knowing you have this effect on him always makes you feel so powerful. You can see the pre-come starting to leak from his tip and the prominent veins along his thick length make your mouth water. 

“I think someone missed me a little too much.” His tone makes you look into his eyes again, and he was so fucking smug. 

Eddie pushes his hair off his face and then he makes his way to the bed, simply lying down with his arms folded behind his head, completely shameless. And then he starts to lower his hand down his chest... and even lower. 

He lets out a deep moan the moment he wraps his fingers around his erection, and you literally have to clench your thighs together. You step closer to the bed, watching him under the yellowish light of the lamps, making his eyes seem even darker. 

“Take off your clothes,” He says simply. “let me see you.” 

You instantly obey, your brain is lost in him and it was very apparent. You can’t look away from his eyes as you reach the hem of your tank top, quickly taking it off and discarding it on the floor. The desire coursing through your veins was making your head spin, and you reach out your hand to wrap your fingers around his length. 

“Let me touch you,” You whisper desperately, and he pulls his hand away and proceeds to fold his arms behind his head again as you stroke him, but he suddenly stops and freezes. 

“Why is there a knife under your pillow?” His wicked smile widens when he grabs the knife, and you keep touching him, feeling his dick twitch in your hand. 

“Makes me feel safer,” You answer honestly. 

“Do you want to play with it tonight?” His dimples indented on his cheeks when he starts to slide the blade down his body, going down his stomach and past the bandage he had to put over his deep wound. 

Fuck me, you thought. 

“Yes.” You nod. 

Eddie clicks his tongue, wrapping his hand around yours on his cock and keeping it still when he softly brushes the knife over his leaking tip, collecting some of his pre-come. 

His pupils are completely dilated when he sits up, keeping you on his lap. But his sudden movements make you pull your hand away from his dick and hold his shoulders for some support. 

“Do you want a taste too?” He asks, bringing the knife closer to your mouth. “You know what to say.” 

“Yes, please.” You whisper, opening your mouth just when he brushes the sharp end of the blade on your bottom lip, and he’s quick to press the knife on your tongue so you can taste his salty arousal. 

“That’s it, baby... you really need me tonight, don’t you?” He smiles, tracing the shape of your lips with the blade. 

“Please.” You actually beg... but you’re desperate and way too weak and tired to deny it. 

“Put your knees on either side of my head, you’re going to ride my face before you ride my cock.” He lays back down, still keeping the knife in his hand. 

You had dreamed about riding him several times and you were more than excited. 

Being on top of Eddie itself was something very fun because he was always in control. And you really liked that he was still in control, even underneath you. 

So you move slowly, until your knees are resting on either side of his head, and you’re careful not to pull his hair. You keep your hips lifted enough but his face was inches away from your soaking wet centre. 

You look down at him and he’s smiling again, this time bringing the knife closer to your thigh and grazing it upwards. 

“You’re dripping for me... I’ll be gentle tonight so you can manage to walk in the morning.” He chuckles under his breath, continuing to slide the knife until he reaches your trimmed public hair, making you shiver. “You trust me, don’t you?” 

You nod, since there’s no way you can find your voice at the moment. You’re completely hypnotised by him and watching as he starts to lower the knife. He presses the flat side of the blade over your clit without a warning, and you have to stop yourself from squirming because of how cold it feels against your warm and sensitive skin. 

“I could get used to seeing you on top like this, I could spend hours with my head buried between your thighs... is this pretty cunt only mine, baby?” His voice was much deeper than usual, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin just by the sound of him. 

“Yes, only yours.” You moan when he starts to slide the knife lower, and you look down to watch as he grazes the flat side back and forth. He surprises you when he moves it lower to your opening, teasingly circling it near your entrance and you instantly clench. 

“You’re soaking the knife, baby.” He whispers, pulling it away and you can finally move again, watching as he brings it to his mouth so he can lick the blade clean. “You taste so fucking good.” 

“Fuck,” You breath, aching to lower your hips on his mouth to get some sort of relief, this was making your stomach clench almost painfully. 

And then Eddie reaches out his hand again, tracing your nipples with the knife before lowering your hips and his mouth his quick to latch onto your core.

“Jesus fucking Christ- fuck!” You nearly scream, feeling as he squeezes your ass so tightly that you can almost already feel the bruises that are to be left behind.

He guides you to start moving your hips, and you allow your body to take the lead when you feel the electricity coursing through your veins. His tongue slips inside of you and you look down to watch, grinding your hips against his mouth as he fucks you with his tongue, curling it in you, making your thighs tremble.

You circle your hips slowly now, feeling your orgasm start to build inside of you. After all of his teasing and the knife play, you were really fucking wet and needy. The fact that you were high also contributed to the uncontrolled amount of arousal.

“Did you miss my pussy, baby?” The words leave your mouth before you could stop yourself and Eddie moaned so loudly that the sound reverberated through your whole body, making you throw your head back.

That seemed to have spurred him on because now his tongue was flicking on your clit as he then sucked it into his mouth. You missed this feeling… no one has ever made you feel this way.

He alternates between slow licks and then he nibbles at your clit, holding it between his teeth until it almost became painful, and that was enough to trigger your sudden orgasm. 

“Eddie! Fuck,” Your moan echoes around the room and you move your hips faster on his face, knowing you were soaking him with your release and his moans are the most addictive thing to hear. 

Your ears are ringing with the intensity of your climax and you grab his hair, circling your hips one last time before slowly pulling away. His mouth and chin are drenched and the smug smile on his face is the same as always. 

“You came fast... I’ll help you relax from now on, baby.” He says, licking a long stripe from your opening to your clit, and you have to pull away before you get too sensitive. You move back until you’re straddling his hips again, trying to catch your breath as he watches you with hooded eyes. 

You’re sitting right on top of his erection, feeling him throbbing between your folds as you reach out to grab his hand. He watches you as you bite your lip, reaching between your bodies so you can position his cock right under your entrance. “Is your cock only mine too, Eds?” 

“Fuck, yes.” Eddie closes his eyes to take a deep breath and you don’t give him any warning when you sink down, feeling his length burry all the way inside of you. 

“Fuck...” You both moan at the same time, your walls clenching around him because of your orgasm and he grabs your hips, keeping you still on top of him. 

You can feel his cold rings on your heated skin and you need a while to adjust, you’d forgotten just how big he is. He also reached much deeper in this angle... massaging just the right stop when you dare to circle your hips. 

“Oh, fuck.” You let out a shaky breath and he reaches out his hands to grab your boobs now, kneading them softly before he pinches your nipples, making you whimper his name. 

His hands then lower to your stomach, and he spreads his fingers there as his other hand instructs you to move your hips again. And just when you comply, he presses his hand on your lower abdomen, making a strangled moan escape from your lips. 

“I’m so deep like this... with you riding me.” He sounds out of breath, keeping his hand pressed when you circle your hips again, feeling how deep he is inside of you. “Can you feel it?” 

“Yes, Eddie. You feel so good.” You moan, placing your hands on his chest when you start moving faster, and he gropes your ass so roughly that you just knew you were going to have an imprint of his hand there. 

“You’re soaking me, fuck-” Eddie’s jaw clenches and his eyes roll back when you start bobbing your hips up and down, clenching even more as you fuck him. 

He’s hitting just the right spot over and over again and you can feel another orgasm building up inside you, and he suddenly reaches out his hand, wrapping his fingers around your throat and pulling your face closer to his. 

You gasp for air when he chokes you harder that he’s done before, and you can feel his rings leaving a mark on the side of your neck. 

Eddie keeps you still as he bends his knees, and now he’s the one who starts thrusting up into you, so fucking hard that he knocks the air out of your lungs and you can’t even moan properly, you were just breathing very heavily. 

“Did you have fun riding me?” He whispers, slamming his hips against yours and you keep your hands on the bed on either side of his head, moving your hips back to meet his every thrust. 

“Fuck! Harder, Eddie.” You moan, the loud sounds of your centres connecting only spurring him on and you watch as he grabs the knife with his free hand, slowing down his pace so can hand it to you. 

“Hurt me, baby.” He smiles when you wrap your fingers around the handle. “Leave your mark on me.” 

His words make you throb even more around him and you push his hand away from your neck, sitting up and feeling as his cock reaches even deeper inside you. You take a deep breath before you slide the knife down his neck, until you reach just below a small scar on his collarbone. 

You look deep into his eyes when you start moving your hips... very slowly so he can feel what you’re doing. And the way his jaw goes slack and he digs his fingers into your thighs is enough. 

“Fuck... spelling your name, yeah?” He moans very shamelessly, and after you’re done you push your damp hair off your face so you can press the knife on his chest, starting to press lightly into his skin. “Fucking hell...” 

You can feel him twitching inside you and he moans louder because of the pain, and you watch the small drop of blood starting to fall down his chest. You toss the knife to the floor after you’re done, leaning down to lick the drop before it can reach the sheets. 

His fingers thread into the back of your hair and you lower your tongue to his nipple, softly holding it between your teeth before you flick your tongue. Eddie’s moan is obscene and you’re so fucking close. You pull away so you can start moving again, bouncing on top of him more roughly than before. 

“Oh, god-” You roll your head back when your thighs start spasming on their own and his hands on your ass are guiding you to go even faster, until your orgasm hits you again and you literally scream his name. 

“(Y/N)-fuck!” He moans just as loud, bucking his hips from the bed when he comes, and you feel the short spurts of his release inside you as your walls clamp around his cock. 

You collapse on top of his chest, completely out of breath and worn out, but your mind is blank and the only thing you can feel is pleasure. 

You feel really good. 

His arms wrap around you, and he keeps you close while he’s still inside you, your chests are pressed together and your fast heartbeats are loud enough to be heard. 

“Fuck” He sighs. “I needed that too.” 

You hum, nuzzling against his chest and having no control over your brain, since now you were enjoying two types of highs at once, and your mouth moves on its own. 

“Eddie?” You whisper, feeling as he runs his fingers through your hair. 

“Yeah?” He whispers back. 

“Steve said that I like you.” You wonder if he can even hear your voice. 

“Do you, baby?” His voice is as low as yours, almost careful. 

This time, you didn’t hesitate before answering. 

Eddie Munson

Warning: 18+, sexual content. just smut and pure fluff. 

Masterlist

Song I recommend listening to as it’s mentioned in the story is Love Is Strange by Mickey & Sylvia

Also, credit to whoever made this edit ^ it wasn’t me. 

Your arms are aching and sweat drips down your back and your forehead, the heavy box is slowly slipping from your grip as you squeeze your way through the doorframe and trip over the small step that you haven’t become accustomed to yet. 

Strong hands grab your hips tightly and steady you then swiftly remove the large, cardboard box from your clutch “Nice one, smooth operator.” A wet kiss smacks against your cheek and Eddie’s flashing a bright smile at you, before sauntering off to add the box to the growing pile in the living room. 

“Well maybe if I had some help-”

He’s crossing the room in long, swift steps and his shirtless torso is glistening with sweat from the humid air. “Pardon me?” His curls tickle your cheek and shoulders as he growls and pretends to bite at your neck. “You know I had to get the record player set up. Priorities, toots.” And he’s smacking your bum as he scoots by you to head outside and continue unloading the moving truck. 

Day two of hauling boxes and it doesn’t even feel like you’ve made a dent in your progress. When this house made its debut on the market, Eddie jumped on it instantly claiming “this is the one” and “it just speaks to us.” He was greedy for a garage, and office and a basement and dead set on starting a proper life with you; building your own space with its own personality and all of the freedom that comes along with that. 

Plus, he’s a real handyman. A born homeowner. Constantly working on his van and busying himself with as many little projects as he could get his hands on. Truly restless, but in the most positive way imaginable. You didn’t know too many men who couldn’t wait to repair the lawnmower and mow the lawn but then again, there wasn’t a single person on earth like Eddie. 

A deep sigh escapes when you scan the room in front of you, it all looks so disorganised and overwhelming that you’re wishing everything would just unpack itself. You dig into a box to pull out a thin, paperback book to fan your face and start sifting through Eddie’s record collection. You hum when your fingers land on one of your favourite albums and your eyes close at the first couple of crackles and pops as the needle rests on the vinyl. 

Warm hands are burning against your thighs as they travel up your leg and under your shirt to smooth up your stomach, his chest is pressed firmly against your back and his sweat is soaking the fabric. “Nice unpacking tunes, baby. Told you I had my priorities straight.” And you’re crying out softly when he’s sinking his teeth into the tender spot on your neck. 

“Mmm, keep whining like that and I’ll have to take you right here on the floor.” 

You’re spinning in his grasp and throwing your arms around his neck. “That would be okay with me.” 

His eyes travel to your teeth sunken into your bottom lip then back up to your gorgeous eyes. “Could maybe use a break, yeah?” And his juicy lips are finding yours with a quiet murmur against your mouth. 

You’re squealing in surprise when Eddie is suddenly flopping to the plush carpeted floor and pulling you down on top of him. “Whoops.” He pulls your lap astride his lap. “I fell, baby. Can my nurse make me feel better?” His hips are pushing upward and forcing you forward as your chests meet. 

He rolls his hips into yours again and you sigh when you feel his swelling cock pressing against the fly of his pants. “Mm really hurtin’.” He runs his fingers through your hair and pulls you close to kiss you and slide his tongue along the crease of your lips. 

“Hmm, I dunno.” You’re whispering against his lips, “how bad are you hurting exactly?” 

He groans and squeezes his eyes shut before wailing exaggeratedly, “So bad, cure me please, you have the magic medicine.” You’re giggling when you start unbuttoning his pants and his faux frown turns changes to a delighted open-mouthed smile as he keeps his eyes gently closed. “Oh yes, mhmm, I think it’s working already.” He hisses when your hand dips into his briefs and his mouth drops open at the feeling of your smooth hand on his silky skin. 

He’s certain he will never tire of your face, your mind and your body, as he promised to love you until death do you part just a month ago - and he makes sure he tells you and shows you every. single. day. 

He swallows thickly and pulls you close to kiss you again and suddenly his humorous disposition is forgotten as it always is in these moments. “God yes,” his voice is croaked, “fuck me, baby.” And you’re moaning at his words as you pull his pants down to his knees and kick your shorts off across the room.

He’s pushing your panties aside and groaning when his thumb meets your wet core and circles your sensitivity a few times, “So ready for me,” and you’re holding him at your entrance. He’s pressing his tip against your opening and then spreading the dampness around before pushing his head inside and moving his hands to your hips to give you control. He whimpers as you slowly lower yourself along his length and rolls his head back against the lavish carpet. “Yes. Yes, fucking hell.” 

He’s never been shy to speak his feelings to you - especially when he’s in ecstasy. And sometimes his words. alone, couples with his provocative rasp, could make you come embarrassingly fast. Your hips rotate in circles when he’s completely buried to his base. He’s pulling you down so your chests meet and he’s bending his knees and lifting his hips to fuck into you slowly, full strokes completely in and out as he watches your face. 

“Talk to me.” 

You hum and kiss him before muttering, “You’re incredible. Feel so good inside of me. Faster please.” 

He nudges your chin up and licks your neck as he speeds up and increment. “Like that?” He’s teasing you to get you to speak to him. As much as he is vocal, he needs you to be as well. 

You lick your lips between breathy pants. “Fuck me fast and hard, Eddie. Make me come please.” 

He moans into your neck. “That’s it.” and his hips start pounding into you just how you asked. “What else?” His eyes are searching yours as he holds your wrists tightly together between your bodies. 

“Mmm... need your fingers.”

He sucks his thumb into his mouth and finds your swell immediately. “Anything for you, baby.” And he’s pressing in little figure eights until your start clamping down on his cocks and he whines before kissing you and exhales a puff of air against your cheek, “Say my name when you come.” 

Your thighs are tingling and your centre is pulsing as your orgasm builds and right before you fall off the edge of the cliff, you’re moaning his name against his lips and mumbling nonsense. When it hits you, Eddie pushes fully inside and pauses on a strained whimper before moving his hips faster and joining you in release with a tense cry followed by a drawn-out groan and rambling praises. 

You and Eddie were married after just over two years of dating. He knew that he wanted to marry you the instant he saw you in the crowd at one of his bands gigs. You stood out from everyone else in your large friend group; shiny hair, pearly teeth, flattering dress. 

Eddie had been backstage when he first noticed you. It wasn’t a large venue, 200 people at max, but his band were just gradually starting to get bigger at that point. He’s been in his band for ten years now, since he was fourteen. Only just in the year he met you did they finally start to blow up, getting the recognition they’d worked so hard for. He’s a brilliant lead guitarist. He’s also a very talented song writer. 

He asked a security guard to bring you backstage after the show ended and as soon as he saw your smile up close, heard you speak and smelled your shampoo, he was in love. You were drawn to his good looks right away: chocolate deep brown eyes that contrast his pale skin and long, regal curls that sweep past his shoulders. 

His sense of style is bold and suits his toned physique entirely; but what you love most about him is his kind nature, his humorous intelligence, and his playful inclination that hasn’t dulled or faded over time. 

He successfully made a name for himself in the music industry in these two short years, not only because of his talent, but because of his charismatic presence that puts even the most sought-after rockstars to shame. 

Heavy galloping footsteps paired with clicking nails on hardwood disturb your reverie. Eddie yelps and cover your tits with his palms as a massive pile of soft fur and wet licks invade your intimate recovery. You’re laughing hysterically and Eddie’s batting away and telling him to sit. 

Your dog is a little over a year old and you two adopted him together when he was a puppy. Eddie begged for a beagle, saying that they were his ultimate dream dog and he promised to do most of the work. He was unsurprisingly natural with Ozzy as a puppy; patient and loving, calm but firm. 

Ozzy is sitting obediently, tail wagging wildly as he watches Eddie for instruction as to what to do next. 

“Your instinct was to cover my boobs?” 

He shrugs. “I had to protect the precious treasure.” 

You’re giggling as you roll off of him and gather your clothes. When you look over your shoulder, Eddie’s got his pants pulled up and he’s tenderly stroking behind your dog’s ear and talking lowly to him. You can hear him say something along the lines of “not the best timing, oz,” and “still love you though.” 

You post coital bliss comes to a screeching halt with one reminding glance around your new home and a seemingly endless sea of boxes and displaced furniture. Eddie hears you grumble and he’s on his feet and at your side straight away. “Hey.” His lips bump your ear and his fingers dig into your shoulders. “We’re gonna work together and make his home perfect for us. It’ll be ready in no time. We’re gonna be so happy here, okay?” He’s kissing your cheek, your temple and your neck. “I love you.” You’re repeating the passionate phrase back to him as your turn to face him and find him regarding you freely with a gentle smile. “Plus we have lots of other rooms to christen.” 

You both work for hours that day, moving boxes, unpacking, rearranging furniture. You’re distracted by Eddie’s shirtless torso dripping with beads of sweat as you carry a couch across the room as slide it against the wall. 

Your body flops onto the cantaloupe leather as you scan the room: half hardwood and half cream-coloured high pile carpet, your collection of mismatched furniture filling the space in a way that makes you relax into the couch a bit. 

Your attention is diverted when Eddie clears his throat, you’re glancing at him with a raised eyebrow, “yes?” He gestures over his torso and now you’re even more confused. “What?” 

He gestures again and speaks in an obvious tone, “um, sweaty man candy right here in front of you. What’s so great about the rug?” You’re giggling and swatting at him, but he grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet so that your chests then your noses bump. “I think we need a break.” 

He’s kissing you and you’re smiling too hard to kiss him back properly. “Another one?” He winks and squeezes your hand as he backs up; when he can’t stretch your arms any farther, he reluctantly drops then as he turns and walks to the turntable. 

You’re tapping your foot in anticipation, but when you hear the first chords of “Love Is Strange”, you’re throwing your head back in laughter. “No!” But he’s grabbing your hand and spinning you away from him and back in. “Eddie!” 

He pulls your body close to his and bites his bottom lip so hard that his dimple pops. He’s trying not to smile but failing miserably. You give up struggling because you know you’ll never win the battle and when you start dancing just as silly as he is, it only eggs him on with a satisfied cackle, “Gotcha!” 

He’s running in place and swinging his bent arms at his sides and you’re laughing so hard you can barely coordinate your limbs. The song is over too quickly and his arms are around your waist; he’s blowing a wet raspberry into your neck and you’re squeaking in his ear. 

“Let me make you dinner.” He spins you in the direction of the kitchen and slaps your bum lightly. 

“With what food exactly?” 

He taps his chin with the tip of his finger. “Oh, good call. How about a ride in the van, baby?” 

He’s wiggling his eyebrows at you as you nod enthusiastically and he’s scooping you up into his arms and running out the front door. “Eddie, don’t you think you should go get a shirt?” And then he’s spinning back on his heel and running back inside to grab his loose band tee before turning around and running back to his van in the driveway. 

Your feet find the ground as you hear the click and groan from the metal door. Eddie holds the passenger entry open for you with a bow to his head. You giggle and curtsy. “Thank you.” 

He watches your legs and ass when you climb in and wolf whistles before shutting the door behind you and leaning through the open window. “Kiss?” 

You’re hissing from the burn of the hot leather on your bare legs before sitting on your knees and resting your forearms on the window to fulfil his request. His kiss is heated with commitment and you’re sighing into his rosy lips. 

“How’s pizza sound?” 

You sit back with a pant and nod, “popsicles too?” 

He pinches your cheek with a click of his tongue against his teeth, “decent.” And he’s jogging around to his side of the van and clambering in to start the engine with a low roar. 

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