Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Summary: You only meant to come over and help your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, study. Instead he gets distracted by his favorite subject: you.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, smut (it jumps right into it), dry humping, eventual unprotected p in v, slight overstimulation (r), cigarette use, praise kink if you squint, dirty talk, slight soft!dom Eddie, slight sub!reader, multiple orgasms and mention of prior orgasms, established relationship, creampie. Nipple play (r), brief biting, body worship, fluff, brief mentions of Pavlov and the seven deadly sins. no use of y/n.
a/n: this is just a snippet of the Eddie smut l've been working on for my 300 special!
“That’s it, sweetheart… fuck, just like that,” Eddie murmured, words slightly muffled from the cigarette between his teeth. Smoke curled from the lit end in a lazy gray ribbon, gathering thickly beneath the low light before dissolving into the space between you. Every so often, he’d free one of his hands to take a hit, leaving you feeling neglected for a short turn. Sometimes, Eddie turned his head just enough that the exhale of it drifted over his shoulder. Other times, when he was trying to catch your attention, a playful smile would curl on his lips, lighting up his handsome features, and he would blow the smoke directly at your face. You should have found it annoying; instead, your stomach always flipped watching the way his eyes practically glowed with a roguish twinkle.
Like now, as your eyes fluttered shut when a particularly heavy push of Eddie’s hips snagged his tip against your clit, drawing a shudder from you while stars flashed behind your eyes. Eddie’s gaze stayed fixed on you as he took another drag, lashes heavy and dusting the apples of his cheeks while he hollowed them softly around the filter. The smoke bloomed between you as he blew it out with a chuckle, the cloud warm and bitter, and you wrinkled your nose before you could stop yourself. Eddie let out a boyish giggle when he noticed the twitch, pulling you down into a chaste kiss that was more tongue and teeth bumping clumsily than anything else in its heat and urgency.
Eddie’s hands wandered, he couldn’t help himself. His large palms and long fingers drifted down from the curve of your waist to your plush thighs with a greediness that could have put the seven deadly sins to shame. He spread his fingers slowly, savoring the glide of your impossibly soft skin beneath his rings, and gave a soft squeeze. The feeling of your warmth burning into his palms against the coolness of his rings was a stark contrast that dragged the air from his lungs, a shuddering, shaky breath hitching past his lips.
Jesus H. Christ, you were wearing that stupid vanilla lotion again. He knew it well; he’d even bought a little travel-sized version once to jerk off with when you’d gone out of town and he’d missed you. A perverted thing that he’d never tell you about, but something he’d guiltily repeat if he had to. It was unfair, really, that you had decided smelling so fucking edible wasn’t a big deal. Clearly you had no idea it made Eddie’s heart pound every time he caught a whiff of the scent. It was you… and Eddie would happily suffocate in it. He could faintly smell it now, the potent aroma of it lingering in the air, heady enough to make him dizzy. His mouth watered at the thought of kissing all over you just to breathe it in deeper, the sweetness of it yet another little thing about you that he couldn’t get enough of.
“You smell so good, sweetheart,” Eddie hummed, pulling in a deep sniff through his nose as if to prove his point to you. “Wanna fuckin’ taste you.”
“It’s just lotion,” you panted, hand tugging on Eddie’s curls as your fingers tightened in them. You’d only meant to push them back as they fell into his face, but your brain was too drunk on pleasure to remember to let go. Not that Eddie minded; you could see the shiver it brought him from a mile away. And besides, you needed something to do with your hands if you weren’t writing notes for him.
“It’s not,” Eddie tutted, shaking his head. He could feel the titillation of the vanilla scent in his balls as they twitched, drawing tight for a brief moment before relaxing again as a particularly wet part of his boxers slid over him. “S’fucking like an aphrodisiac or some shit.”
You almost laughed at that. Everything was an aphrodisiac to Eddie, in your experience. The first time you’d showered together, his cock had been throbbing in just under a minute or so, claiming your shampoo was Pavlov-ing his dick to get hard. Really, you thought that Eddie just had a rampantly high sex drive.
And it was why Eddie couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty for taking the study break. He’d wanted you from the moment you’d walked into his bedroom, wearing that pretty, yellow summer dress that must have been new because he’d never seen you in it before. And god, the way the hem of it brushed against your thighs, riding higher up the pillowy flesh when you’d first sat on his bed. Eddie had been a goner from that moment onward, not even picturing the gnashing teeth of demobats could get his dick to soften and that was his go to. So he’d had no choice but to kiss you, pulling you onto his lap so you could feel what you did to him.
“Ughhhh—fuuuck,” a low, rasping moan fell from Eddie’s lips as you rocked your hips against his, your clothed cunt sliding over the curve of his hard length beneath his boxers.
His head tipped back for half a second, cigarette held uselessly off to the side, his throat working to swallow the saliva he’d almost choked on. You had been at this for a while already, your panties damp and sticky between your thighs, clinging uncomfortably onto your skin from yours and Eddie’s previous orgasms that had soaked through the fabric.
You thought you might melt into a puddle and die right there in Eddie’s lap if you had to watch his Adam’s Apple bob for another second without kissing it. So, you leaned down and kissed along his neck, nipping at his sweet spot when you passed over it. Eddie whimpered at the feeling, and you could have came right then from the sheer sound of it. He sounded so pretty, in a pathetic sort of way that had your blood pumping. You needed another one, and bit down on the spot to draw it out again. But instead of a whimper, Eddie shot upward, his arm wrapping around the back of your waist as he tugged you down against him with a renewed vigor, practically bouncing you on his lap. You cried out at the intensity of the pleasure that sparked through you, digging your nails into his shoulders. Your clothed pussy bumped and dragged against his dick beneath boxers now, a pulsing sort of pace that made your breath catch in your throat.
You could feel the outline of his dick now that the sopping fabric had become molded to him, the veiny bumps and ridges of him rubbing against you in a way that made your head fuzzy, almost like dragging your hand over the static of a television.
“Shit, Eddie… mmh—don’t stop,” you whined, the words slipping from your lips with a pleading tone.
“Don’t plan to,” Eddie grunted, jerking his head to the side to throw the hair out of his eyes.
Bonus: “Your cock is so pretty, Eddie,” You purred, and it was. His tip was a pretty shade of red, dribbled with a now milky white smear, the whole thing twitching and throbbing pathetically from how long he’d held off on fucking you properly.
