sweet ol’ tatties e.munson
obsessed was an understatement. you practically worshipped eddie. you loved every part of him, his eyes, his hair, his hands, his chest, his arms. especially those last two. the bare skin on his right arm and the small patches of ink covering his left arm. so sexy. so biteable. even lickable.
the sleeveless shirt he was wearing sat perfectly on his upper body and showcased his arms perfectly. you just had to have a taste. your hands wrap around his soft skin, the hair tickling you as your nails dig crescents into him. eddie winces at the sudden aggression, face showing visible shock. “hey woah, go easy, sweetheart, i’m fragile.”
“mmm, sorry you’re just so—” you pause, making eye contact with him. he watches you curiously, eyes following every little movement. “delicious—” you moan, biting down into his salty skin. his reaction to the pain was different this time; it was as if he enjoyed it. the shameless whimpering that filled your ears proved it. he practically turned into putty under you. your tongue traced over the detailed puppet master tattoo as if you were drawing it, going over every part as slowly and teasingly as possible.
he struggled to hold eye contact, brown eyes fluttering shut dark lashes kissing his cheeks. he shifted under you as you moved on, tongue searching for a new patch of ink. you settle on the dark bats littered on his upper arm. your eyes wander ever so slightly over his body, looking for an answer to his shifting. from a mile away, you could’ve seen the tent forming in his black jeans. his face flushes, and he tries to look away to save himself from severe embarrassment, but he can’t peel his eyes off the sight in front of him.
bringing him back, you straddle his legs, trapping him. you grind down onto him, your pussy brushing right where he needed it, and he almost loses it. his breath hitches as you pull at the top of his loose band tee, revealing your next target. his eyes followed yours down to the black spider on his peck. nips turn into full-on bites, and kitten licks turn to messy, sloppy kisses. “you’re a monster,” he rasps, pulling you up.
“you love it,” you smile, leaning into him. he closes the gap and kisses you hard. his hands find your waist, and your hands find his face, pulling him in. your mouth moves messily with his, sounds of your lips echoing in the room. he swallows your whines as the makeout gets heated. your teeth find his plump bottom lip and bite down, just enough to make him wince. “ah fuck ah,” he groans, bucking his hips up. smiling, you taste him again, tongue exploring his mouth, the tangy taste of beer hitting you like a truck. “payback princess,” he teases, pulling back and flashing the very tongue that was just down your throat.
