you feel like home ♡

“Lingerie? Yep!” you say brightly. He swallows thickly and you can’t handle it. His reaction is so adorable you need to mess with him a little. You lean up and whisper in his ear. “And it’s even part of a set.”

You lean back to watch his brain short circuit. Eddie tries to take a breath but it’s shaky. So much for him undressing you himself, but then again, this is so worth it. You reach between the two of you and shimmy out of your shorts, revealing a pair of matching lace panties. Eddie’s gaze slowly travels the length of your body to take in the second part of your set and then his eyes snap back up to yours.

“O-ok so you just wear this around the house, or…”

“Eddie. I wore this for you. I knew you were coming over. I wanted to have sex. I put this on so you - Eddie Munson - could see me in it.”

“Oh I see you, Princess,” Eddie practically moans in appreciation.

His hands fidget at your sides, fingers pressing into the curve and flesh of your waist as if he doesn’t want to do the wrong thing.

“Good,” you purr as you peel his hands from your sides and place one over your breast and bring the other down to your mound. “Now take it off me.”

Eddie swallows again and shifts so that he’s able to to take in the full length of your lace clad body. He swipes a hand across the exposed swath of skin between your bra and panties before dipping back down to firmly cup you between the thighs.

“Is it weird if I ask you to…can we keep it on?”

The use of ‘we’ has you giggling, but you think it might also be a build up of horniness and fondness that’s tipping you towards hysteria.

“We can do whatever you want,” you reply with a smile, reaching up to touch his face. The grin he gives you in return is so dazzling that you feel like you stop breathing, a feeling compounded by the way he immediately yanks you into a lung crushing kiss.

It’s like a switch has been flipped after that. Eddie’s hands become more sure, more solid in their grasp. And grasp you he does. As his tongue plunders your mouth his hands navigate your every dip, curve, and plane. He squeezes, too, paying special attention to the places that make you squeal and gasp appreciatively against his lips.

Eddie drags his teeth down the gauzy strap of your bra and runs his tongue over the flimsy, unpadded material that covers your nipple. This causes you to convulse under his hold and soon you’re scrabbling at his shoulders, trying to haul him up to you.

“Alright alright, c’mon just…” you huff against his lips, trying to reach further than you really can in this position to push his sweatpants off his hips. Eddie chuckles but you can tell he’s flustered as he reaches down and helps you, letting his cock spring up so fast it smacks against his abdomen and bounces back to tap on your lace covered cunt. You let out a moan and lift your hips to grind up against him as best you can.

“It’s like you fucking watched my dreams or something, Princess. How are you so - fuck.” He cuts himself off when you take hold of his length and press the underside against the length of your slit, giving yourself something solid to grind on. The fabric is rough against his sensitive skin but it’s soaked through with your slick and he finds himself groaning with full throated abandon.

“So you don’t want to take it off, you want me like this?” You ask, sliding the gusset of your panties to the side and giving him full view of your wet pussy. You’re not even teasing or trying to wind him up at this point. You’re just so turned on and you want to get to it - but you also want him to have exactly what he wants.

“Jesus H Christ yeah, c-can I? Can I just…oh god…” Even as he asks, Eddie glides his tip over your wet folds, losing himself in the feeling of you so much so that his eyes roll back.

“Yes, please Eddie,” you clarify, pulling at his inked biceps in an effort to get him to push in, but your sweet boy hesitates. He blinks open his eyes and furrows his brows.

“Y-yeah but I have to get you ready first…right? Want to make sure it feels good and that I don’t - fuck! That I don’t hurt you.” He keeps losing his train of thought as you grip his cock in an attempt to line him up with your entrance, but he keeps his hips lifted so you can’t push him further.

Your entire body melts at the sentiment, warmth blooming in your stomach and spreading through your bloodstream. It’s more than fondness you feel for the flustered, considerate man above you. You thread your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him down for a blistering kiss.

“You’re a good guy, Eddie Munson,” you breathe against his lips, and you practically feel the heat radiating off him as his blush spreads further and deeper, as though he doesn’t already have his cock in your hands and his body mashed to yours.

You take advantage of this moment of distraction to throw your leg over his and roll, flipping the two of you so that his back hits the mattress and you’re straddling his hips.

“I promise, I’m more than ready. And this will feel good. For both of us.” And with that you sink down onto his cock.

It’s a stretch and it aches, for sure. For the most part his instincts and worries were correct. He’s big. But you were also correct in saying that you were ready. You’re dripping and clenching and you need him. He’s inside you but it’s not enough. Especially not when he’s grabbing your thighs in order to stay grounded and squeezing his eyes shut against the pleasure, gasping.

When you start to move, Eddie looks like he’s lost his mind. He gazes up at you, eyes darting as if he’s not sure where to look - starting at the place where you’re joined, where your pussy takes him in until your hips roll up and expose the shaft of his cock, gleaming with your slick. He looks at your lips, parted and plump, taking in gasping inhales; your eyes which watch him with lust and wanting.

But Eddie settles his gaze on your breasts. Encased in lace and bouncing as you bounce on his cock. He’s biting his lip so hard you worry he’ll bleed, and his fingers are making bruises in your thighs from the force of his fixation.

“Here,” you say, prying his hands from your thighs and bringing them up to support your breasts. His eyes go wide and he squeezes as a reflex, watching your plush flesh dimple beneath his fingers, threatening to spill for the cups of your bra.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask, breathless, laughing at the fact that he looks almost in pain.

“I’m thinking that you can’t be real. I read one too many dirty magazines and I smoked a bad strain and - oh god.” Eddie throws his head back against the pillow in ecstasy. You follow him down so he doesn’t lose purchase on your breasts. Bearing your weight down on him with your hands anchored on his chest you roll your hips, moving up and down on him faster. Eddie struggles to continue his train of thought.

“I’m worried I’m high out of my mind and that I’m hallucinating you. A vixen my - fuck! A vixen my masochistic mind made up to terrorize me.”

You laugh at his dramatics and lean further down to mouth at his jaw. He shudders beneath you and you clench, making him moan.

“Yeah? Worried you’ll sober up and realize you were humping the bed?” You tease. You slide a hand down his chest, over his abdomen and to your clit, inhaling sharply at your own additional stimulation. “Or that you’re tugging on your dick by yourself?”

“Jesus f-fuck,” he grits out.

“Well you’re not, Eddie. I’m here and you’re fucking me,” you whisper in his ear, relishing in the way goosebumps spring up noticeably on his skin. You speed up your ministrations on your clit and your voice hits a higher pitch to match the desperation in your pistoning hips. “You’re doing so well, Eddie. You make me…oh.”

Eddie’s hands move to your ass now, taking over in a way he hasn’t before. He grips your curves and pulls your pelvis against his, lifting up to rut deep into you so that you cry out. Your eyes widen as he starts to thrust his hips up into you, setting a new pace that’s entirely his own. Your jaw drops and he swallows your gasps when you realize he’s now in control.

“I didn’t thank you for the surprise,” he whispers hoarsely against your skin. You can’t reply to ask him what he means. Not with him now repeatedly hitting that spot deep inside you that has you seeing stars. Thankfully he keeps going. “Dressed up all pretty for me.”

“Oh god, yes Eds. Just for you.”

Eddie pulls you up by the back of the neck gently so he can look into your unfocused eyes.

“For me? All this, just for me, yeah?”

The words are teasing. The nature of the words send a thrill up your spine as you realize this is a glimpse of what he might soon become when his confidence grows and he becomes more comfortable with being intimate with you. But you can still hear the sincerity of the question. The need for confirmation and validation.

“Yeah Eddie. It’s all yours,” you confirm with a frantic nod. Eddie’s eyes get impossibly darker and he groans. His eyes flash down and he grabs one of your breasts.

“Your tits? These mine?” He asks and you buck down into him at the way he squeezes the flesh, rolling your nipple.

“Yes.”

“What about this right here?” he asks, sliding down to your pussy. His hand nudges yours away and he swirls his finger around your clit making you cry out.

“Oh god yes!”

His hand goes up to your throat and pulls you down then for a deep kiss full of longing and questions and answers and you lose the conversation for a moment, just feeling Eddie and your impending release.

When he pulls back his thumb presses against your wet lower lip.

“These?” He asks, swiping over your lip. You can only nod.

It’s then, under the pressure of his eye contact that you fall apart. You ascend, calling out his name and arching back, trying to push him as deep into you as possible to ride out the contractions of your orgasm.

In the fog of your come down you vaguely register him rolling you onto your back again, thrusting hastily till he’s outwardly panting.

He pulls out of you too soon, leaving you empty and aching, but you smile wide at the look of pleasure and agony on his features as he pumps his own cock.

“Oh god oh fuck,” he slurs as he finally cums, his release painting across the lace of your panties which he’d hastily pushed back over your wet cunt.

He hangs his head when he’s finally milked himself dry, holding himself up with his hands on either side of your waist. Panting as he tries to get control of his breath.

When he finally speaks, he gives you a sheepish smile.

“I…I think I ruined it,” he says, gesturing to your messy lingerie. You laugh and pull him down ontop of you, pressing the mess of your pelvises between you.

“Good. You owe me a new set Munson. And I think I like having you in my debt,” you tease, nipping at his ear.

“I’m always in your debt, my vixen,” he mumbles, kissing you on the neck.

~*~

Eddie is absolutely obsessed with your stuffed animals. From the first time he came over to your house, he’s always taken an interest in them- asking you their names and when you got them. It makes you so happy that he didn’t mind them because you’d been so anxious about him making fun of you- even considering hiding your collection away under your bed.

But now, without fail, you can always find Eddie lying on your bed, looking a little out of place, with one of your childhood teddies held close to his chest. His favourite thing to do with them is to talk in a, shockingly bad, British accent- performing various dramatic monologues, moving the animal’s paws as he speaks them. At first, you thought he was doing it to make you laugh, but deep down, Eddie is the one having all the fun.

One day when, as usual, he’s lying among your stuffed animals, you ask him why he always gravitates towards them when he enters your room. With a sheepish smile and a flushed face, he tells you about how he didn’t really have any when he was younger- always moving houses and never having much money meant that these things were never a priority. By the time he moved in with Wayne, he just assumed he was too old for that kind of thing.

Your heart broke hearing this. He of course shrugged it off and said it was fine, that others have worse childhoods. But you couldn’t help wanting to do a little something for younger Eddie.

The next day, you go down to your nearest shopping mall and meticulously search for the perfect stuffed animal. You really want something that fits Eddie’s personality, and you aren’t going to settle for anything but the best.

Finally, you find the perfect bear, and you race back to his trailer. When you get there, a confused Eddie looks down at the gift bag you’re clutching excitedly, practically bouncing up and down on his front step. You drag him inside, not being able to wait a moment longer, and hand him his present.

He pulls it from the bag, making the normal sized bear look tiny in his ringed fingers. “I wanted to buy you your first bear,” you explain to him.

The smile he gives you makes the two hour hunt worth it. It’s hard not to get choked up when you see the emotion in his chocolate brown eyes, almost like it’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him.

With a boyish smile, he introduces himself to the bear and talks in the same voice he uses for your stuffed animals. “His name is Teddy Munson,” you tell him with a giggle.

He looks between you and the bear, appearing sceptical at the choice of name at first, before shaking its paw and sternly saying, “a pleasure to meet you, Mr Teddy Munson.”

Eddie kisses you on the forehead, lingering there for a few moments as he caresses your cheekbone. You know what he means, what he’s trying to wordlessly say, and you return the gesture with a kiss to the nose before also introducing yourself to the new member of the family.

Teddy does not leave his side for the rest of the night, even joining the both of you on the couch to watch a movie. You begin to think maybe this wasn’t the best idea as he insists on wedging him between you both as you sleep. You pout, missing your usual cuddles. But it all fades away when you wake in the middle of the night to find him cuddling the bear close to his chest, looking so peaceful and beautiful. Maybe even the most metal boyfriend deserves something soft in his life.

When you’re 13, John Baker kisses you at the snowball dance while you’re slow dancing to a song you don’t know. It was okay but your mom’s lipstick you stole gets on his lips and he has to go to the bathroom to clean it off. “I kissed John!” You tell Eddie who is sitting on the bleachers looking bored. Eddie screws up his face “Yuck.” You frown, “I didn’t say it was yuck when you kissed Jessica Thompson!” You argue. “Did you use tongue?” Eddie asks. This time you screw up your face. “Gross! No!” Eddie shrugs, “Then it wasn’t a real kiss.” You don’t think that’s true.

When you and Eddie become freshman’s he joins a club called Hellfire and it’s all he talks about. “Our DM is so cool! He listens to Judas Priest just like me!” “The campaign is so fun!” “Look at the shirt that they gave us! I’m never taking it off.” He can’t hang out at lunch anymore because he sits with the Hellfire club and that makes you sad but you don’t tell him that. You’re just happy he’s happy.

When you reach sophomore year, you and Eddie agree that Friday nights are your dedicated nights to hang out. Eddie came to you at the end of freshman year saying he missed you and you were so happy you almost cried. You barely saw him anymore so now that you have a night just for you, you couldn’t be happier.

When Eddie turns 16 you surprise him with an audition at the hideout for Corroded Coffin to play every Tuesday night. It might just be a few drunks that heckle at them every gig, but Eddie literally tackles you onto his bed and almost squishes you in thanks. He’s bigger than you now.

When you and Eddie are 17, you’ve become somewhat of the band manager. You help them unpack and pack every night and Eddie usually drops you home after. The rest of the band have left and it’s just you and Eddie hauling the last of the equipment in the back when you almost fall out the back of the van. Eddie is underneath you in an instant, catching you bridal style. “You saved me.” You laugh as you hop down to your feet. Eddie doesn’t laugh, he just looks down at you “‘Course I did. I always will.” He says. It makes your stomach flutter and before you know it you’re leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. You pull away and stare up at him nervously watching as Eddie’s face breaks into a smile. “Y’know, it’s not a real kiss unless there’s tongue.” He says. You slap at his shoulder.

When you’re 17 and 6 months, you’re at Eddie’s trailer and Mr. Munson isn’t home. You’re in Eddie’s bed and you’re both in your underwear and under the covers. Eddie is kissing all over your face, “You sure you wanna? We don’t have to.” He asks for the millionth time. “Yeah, I’m sure.” You reassure him.

When you turn 18, Eddie gives you a little box. You open it and find his guitar pick necklace curled up in the soft velvet. “Eddie,” you gasp, “I can’t accept this. This is the most important thing to you.” Eddie pushes a piece of hair behind you ear and leans in close, “You’re the most important thing to me.”

Finally ready, you were laid out on Eddie’s bed, looking up at him with a soft smile. It seemed like he was just as nervous as you were, wanting to make this good for you.

Candles littered his uncharacteristically clean room, bed made and clothes neatly hung in the closet instead of their usual home on the floor.

Eddie’s big brown eyes were even more beautiful in the flickering glow from the candles, making your stomach twist with want.

"Just relax, I'll take care of you, I promise."

You take a deep, steadying breath and nod, “I know you will.”

Eddie brings one hand up to cup your cheek, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

You hesitantly open your eyes, the wind knocked out of you by the love and hunger you see in Eddie’s.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, he breathes, slinking down the bed to settle between your thighs.

Spreading them further, he places a kiss to your mound, looking up at you for approval. A quick nod is all he needs to spread you with his fingers, kissing your clit gently.

He chuckles at your sharp inhale, pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your clit as his tongue darts out taste.

Your head falls back into the pillows, mouth slack as a breathy moan escapes. Eyes sliding shut, your hands travel down to rest against his shoulders.

“Hey”, Eddie says as he pulls away from your core, looking up at you.

Eyes opening, you peer down at him questioningly.

“What did I say? Eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch me make you cum.”

You do as you’re told, watching his every move as he does exactly what he said he would.

Wrapping his lips around your swollen clit, he sucks the bud into his mouth as he moans, the vibrations sending a spike of pleasure through you. His fingers circle your hole slowly, a guttural groan escaping you as he stretches you gently.

Eddie eats you out like he does everything, loud and full of exuberance. The filthy sounds of his tongue lapping up your wetness and your moans only spur him on, trying to pull more sounds from your parted lips. He looks up at you, holding your gaze as he hums, chuckling into your folds when you gasp.

Your orgasm builds quickly, so much faster than when you touch yourself alone that you’re almost shocked when you feel it about to hit.

“Close”, is all you can mumble before pleasure rushes over you, back arching as you tumble over the edge.

“There you go”, Eddie praises as he watches you writhe on his fingers, feeling how tight you’re squeezing them. He can’t let himself think about how tight you’re going to be around his dick or he’ll come on the spot.

Chest heaving, you fall back onto the pillows, arm hiding your face as you giggle.

“What’s so funny?”, Eddie asks, flopping down onto the mattress beside you.

“S’just really good”, your chest vibrates with your laughter.

Eddie laughs with you, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you. “Y’know, if you thought that was good, I think actual sex is going to rock your world.”

“Oh, is that so?, you ask, reaching to cup the bulge in his jeans. “Then get over here and show me.”

Eddie gasps, hips bucking up into your touch. He fists the sheets as he watches you settle between his legs, fingers making quick work of getting his clothes off.

A loud, broken moan comes from your boyfriend when your mouth hovers over his erection, a firm hand wrapping about the base.

Tongue darting out, you lap at the head, humming at the taste of his precum.

“Hah—baby”, Eddie says hurriedly, arms shooting out to pull you up. “If you do that I won’t last.”

You can’t help but pout, a soft humph rumbling in your chest.

“Next time, I promise”, he pulls you down against his chest before he rolls you so he’s now looming over you.

“Next time? That’s a little cocky, assuming there’s going to be a next time”, you gasp against his lips as his cock grinds against your core, head catching on your swollen clit.

“Confident”, Eddie corrects, pulling you into a heated kiss, hips continuing to grind into yours.

He takes hold of the base of his cock, tapping the head against your soaked hole. “Ready?”

You nod, giving him a soft smile. “Ready”, you reply breathlessly.

Eddie braces one hand next to your head on the pillow, slowly guiding himself into you.

Gasping sharply when the head sinks in, your brow furrows as you hiss.

“Shh. I know, I know”, he soothes, pressing his forehead against yours. “Just breathe.”

“‘Kay”, you let out a shaky breath, “kiss me?”

Your lips meet in a fervent kiss, Eddie putting every ounce of love and affection into it in the hopes of soothing your discomfort.

“Okay”, you breathe against his cheek. “You can keep going.”

He sinks into you inch by inch, the hand at the base of his cock moving to grip your hip as he bottoms out.

“You're doing so well for me", Eddie croons down at you, eyes soft and loving as he mouths at the hinge of your jaw.

Panting into each other’s mouths, he stays still until you murmur, “move” against his lips.

The slow drag of his cock inside of you is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, nerves lighting up with pleasure. You grab onto his shoulders, nails digging into his sweat damp skin as you pant into his neck.

“Okay?”, Eddie asks breathlessly, keeping his thrusts gentle as he falls into a steady rhythm.

“Yes”, you moan into his neck, mouth latching on to suck an angry bruise into the skin. “More.”

Eddie lifts himself off of you to sit up a bit, hands under your ass as he shifts the position of your hips.

A wolffish grin spreads across his face as your back arches, a needy whimper escaping as you babble. “Ohmygod, Eddie. So fucking good. I can’t—fuck.”

He quickens his pace, hips snapping into yours as the head of his cock drags deliciously against your gspot. 

You’re a moaning, whimpering mess under him, face and chest flushed and heaving.

Eddie’s not much better, bangs plastered to his sweaty forehead as he groans long and loud, feeling you start to tighten around him. He’s trying his best to hold off his own orgasm until you come.

His hand settles between you, thumb making quick circles against your clit. Your hips buck into his touch, rocking yourself down onto his cock as he thrusts in.

“I can feel how tight you’re getting, are you gonna come for me?”

Your mouth drops open in a silent moan, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm builds.

Eddie feels your muscles start to seize, your legs shaking as you teeter on the edge. He leans in close, growling into your ear.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Be a good girl and come for me. Need to feel you come on my cock.”

That’s all you need to hear before you’re shaking apart, howling as your orgasm washes over you, so intense your vision whites out for a moment or two.

Eddie hunches over your, groaning into your ear as he slams into you a handful of times before he’s gone, biting down on your shoulder as he comes deep inside you.

He rolls off of you after a moment, pulling you in to tuck you into his side as you both catch your breath.

“So, will there be a next time?”, Eddie teases.