reader is getting penetrated. one use of princess, otherwise gn. God fucking DAMMIT Iâm thinking about Eddie Munson again. Itâs now fresh and frosty in my mind just how goddamn BITABLE HE IS. HIS TORSO IS SO SQUEEZABLE. HEâS SO REACTIVE IN A GOOD WAY. HEâS SUCH A DRAMATIC BITCH ALSO IN A GOOD WAY. Eddieâs the type of guy to be floored when you express cuteness aggression toward him then IMMEDIATELY turned on by it. I can just HEAR his little giggle, his little âwoah, easy sweetheartâ AAAAAAAH. Additionally, Eddieâs the type of guy to fuck you so good that not only are YOU shaking and crying and overstimulated, but HEâS SHAKING AND CRYING AND OVERSTIMULATED.Â
He has your legs pushed up, knees braced in the crook of his arms so he can still lean down enough to look at you and kiss you and have his face and his touch and his smell be the only thing you can think about. The mattress is still squeaking with every thrust. And Eddie doesnât just thrust for the sake of it. No no no. He pulls out like he HATES it, then dives right back home. The emphasis is always on you, on being inside of you, on rubbing up against all your spots and making you see stars from cumming so hard. His pubes are a sticky mess and he wouldnât have it any other way. Heâs sweaty, his cheeks are flushed, and he only lets go of your legs (changing the angle and laying his weight on top of you even more which makes your stomach flip AGAIN) so he can hold your face. Heâs breathing heavy, heâs panting and sighing out little stuttered curses under his breath, little rumbling moans from deep inside his chest. And his eyes are locked on yours the whole fucking time. He swallows thickly, brings his big warm hands up to hold your cheeks. His hair is falling down around your faces, making the whole thing feel so much more intimate (as if itâs possible for things to feel MORE intimate with Eddie. But he always, always finds a way. Eddie is a loverboy at his core.) His eyes are blown out wide and all half lidded in a way that would be sleepy and cute if he werenât playing your fucked out bodies like a never ending guitar riff. His kisses are so soft at the end of a long marathon fuck like this too. He cradles your face, caresses your cheeks, lets you feel the cool brush of his metal rings. And he kisses you so gently, like youâre something precious. The dissonance between the deep, critical hit after critical hit way heâs fucking you, and the soft lovey dovey little kisses all over your face makes you want to cry. But rest assured, if you do heâll kiss those away too. (Steve wipes and kisses tears away, Billy licks them off your face, Eddie⌠it just depends on the day for him honestly, but he usually does both. Separate conversation.) Sometimes heâs kissing you all soft and sweet like that, sometimes itâs deep and lazy and wet, shameless as he squeezes your jaw a little to get his long thick tongue nice and deep in your mouth. You donât know what time it is, you donât know what planet you're on. All you know is that Eddie makes you feel good in a way no one else has ever, ever made you experience. Eddie fucks you so good you cry, and he knows your body almost better than you do. You babble out something incoherent about it being too much, about being too sensitive, about not being able to cum anymore, being too spent. But youâre still clawing at his back deliciously like youâll just die if he stops. So you know what Eddie does? He soothes you. He laughs softly, the rumbling chuckle makes your bodies vibrate and makes you whine.Â
ââS okay, sweetheart, itâs okay⌠you can- ffuck⌠you can do it for me, canât you? Got one more in the chamber, hm? Nnngh⌠câmon princess, Eddieâs got you. Shit⌠atta girl, g-give it to daddyâŚâ















