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Gentle With Me Pt. 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Virgin!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

PART 1 HERE

Summary: Unable to stop thinking about their night together, Eddie asks reader back to his trailer for round two. They use the cuffs *cough cough*

Warnings: NSFW, soft domination, spit kink, rough and gentle sex, handcuff play, praise kink, death by bees (they're watching a horror movie lol), vaginal penetration, safe sex, fluff and smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), he talks you through it, constant checking in, aftercare

Word Count: 7,221

"Library. 1:15"

You read the hastily scribbled note over and over, as if you didn't already have it committed to memory, the letters and digits becoming one with your personal DNA sequence.

The pesky thing had tumbled from your locker not even 15 minutes ago and yet you were already buzzing off the walls, checking any clock you could find. How exactly you were going to wait an entire hour and half you didn't know.

You can't help the wry smile on your face as you imagine Eddie writing the thing, relishing in the drama of it all. He must have felt oh so clever for hearkening back to the intimidating note you had left for him just a week ago. His own little, harmless payback. He probably gave himself a pat on the back after slipping it in your locker, the mental image making you snort. Your sudden outburst in the quiet class causes your immediate seat mates to give you questionable looks. You mouth "sorry" and duck your head, cheeks ablaze. You start doodling in the margins, anything to pass the time while the teacher lectures. Black inky bats fly and screech off of the paper, and it takes you a minute to realize just what you were drawing. Oh brother.

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Deja vu didn't quite cover the feeling you had as you sat by yourself in the deserted library, your watch reading 1:18. Everyone else had the good sense to go to lunch, leaving you and the librarian in an awkward stand off as she watched you from the front desk. You tried pretending to catch up on some homework, but you could feel her eyes on you even with your head down. You check your watch again, 1:20. Come on Munson, where are you?

You get up to wander the aisles. You run your fingers along book spines until you reach the back corner of the room, just far away enough and shielded by several tall stacks so that you could breathe. Facing the corner shelves, you close your eyes and slowly exhale, willing your heart to stop pounding in your ears. Just when you were finding some semblance of inner peace, a large hand shoots out from behind and covers your mouth, pulling you back until you hit something solid and warm.

The shock makes you cry out a muffled and pathetic squeak before your assailant lets go of your mouth and turns you to face him. Eddie Munson stands lording over you, that shit eating grin spreading wide and proud. "Sorry I'm late, sweetheart" he whispers, tilting his head to the side in an angelic display of innocence. He has his arms wrapped around your waist, and gently sways the both of you from side to side.

You smack his chest before drawing your arms up around his neck. "You're lucky I didn't scream, you jerk" you playfully tug on the curls at the back of his head. His smile turns mischievous as he leans down right in your face "You're right. I'm a goddamn delinquent, a nooo good, rotten scoundrel. What punishment, oh fair Y/N, could befit a ruffian such as myself, hm?" his voice is gravely as he toys with you. He squeezes you tighter and tighter, shaking his hair so it tickles your nose and cheeks, you can't contain your giggles anymore as your joy bubbles over. "Shut up" you whisper harshly as you stand up on your toes to kiss him. He drops the act as soon as your lips touch, enveloping you and lifting you up off the carpeted flooring. He had been hoping the return to school wouldn't change anything, that it hadn't been just a transactional one night fling for you. He had been dreaming about you every night, counting down the hours till he got to see your pretty face on Monday.

You sway and embrace for a minute before you hear the librarian clear her throat up at the front, causing you both to break away. She must have X-Ray fucking vision. The return of oxygen makes the gears in your head start to properly churn again, charging up a few brain cells to working power. "So uh, you summoned me?" you ask, chuckling. Eddie looks a little lost, still under your spell, before he remembers where y'all were. He turns bashful right before your very eyes. "Right, yeah. I just wanted to uh...check on you. Make sure you were okay? I wanted to call you after but I uh...didn't want your folks... well... you know." he shrugs, smile softening. You can tell he's a little frazzled, he must have been stewing over this ever since he dropped you off Saturday morning. His sincerity is so endearing, you wish he was small enough so you could scoop him up and never let go.

"I'm great!" you exclaim, not wanting him to doubt for a single second that last Friday wasn't every bit the dream you had wished for. "I mean, I'm a little sore here and there..." you watch as his brows knit together, already internally beating himself up, "but its nice, its a nice reminder of you..." you stare up into his big, brown eyes, praying that just a morsel of what you were trying to convey got through.

His brows unfurl and shoot straight up, hiding under his fringe. There's a beat before that charming, overly confident smile returns to his lips and he's holding you tighter than ever against him. "What am I gonna do with you, huh?" he whispers darkly as he leans in to nip at your neck, but just as his lips brush your skin, the untimely bell rings.

Eddie dramatically groans and goes limp in your arms, dropping his head on your shoulder. You struggle to hold his weight up, causing you to giggle. He lets you both wobble until you're on the verge of collapse before he snaps to and grips you by the arms, his hands rigid like a statue. "You wanna come over this Friday?" he asks, eyes darting back and forth between yours.

"Yes!" you don't even have to think about it, its instinct at this point. "Good..." he nods thoughtfully, still staring deep into your eyes, his mind somewhere else "....Good" he tilts his head to the side, eyes and smile widening in emphasis. You chuckle at each other "Now, if you'll excuse me? I have a test to pass by the skin of my teeth." he jokes, as if you're the one holding him up. He gives you a swift kiss on the forehead before vanishing out of the library.

The late bell rings as you quickly gather your abandoned belongings from the study table. As you pass the librarian, she gives you a knowing look and winks. Your eyes bulge and you smile at her meekly, cheeks on fire as you scurry out the door.

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It was pouring down as you hopped into the passenger seat of Eddie's van, slamming the door shut as a cold shiver runs down your back. Not exactly how you pictured your Friday getaway, but the smile and wink Eddie greets you with as he buckles himself in warms you better than any radiator. After all, a cold, miserable night like this just means you'll have to cuddle up extra tight.

Eddie fumbles with a few cassette tapes, allowing the parking lot to empty a bit. Although you felt very comfortable in the silence, the rhythm of the wiper blades lulling you into tranquility, you just wanted to hear his voice after a long week. "What are you looking for?" you ask, laying your head back on the headrest.

He's got a tape wedged in his mouth as he shuffles through a stack in his hands, all he can muffle out is "ull sehee". You chuckle at the sound "I'm sorry, what?" you ask again, already feeling giddy just being in his presence. He turns his head and spits the tape out with impressive force. You see it hurtling through the air before disappearing somewhere in the back with a clatter, you bring your hand up over your mouth to stifle your laughter. "You'll see...I wanna play something for you..." he repeats himself, very focused on his task. "Fuck I know he left it in here somewhere..." he mumbles to himself. You smile thoughtfully as you watch him continue his search, not in any particular hurry.

"Ah! Gotcha!" he exclaims as he holds up a busted looking tape. You can't make out the label, its all smudged and dingy. He pushes the tape into the console and looks at you in anticipation. The familiar opening bass clues you in before Robert Plant's voice begins steaming up the van. The song was Dazed and Confused by Led Zeppelin. You can't help but slowly bob your head to the guitar, after all it was one of your favorite songs from one of your favorite bands. "I? How did you-" but he doesn't even give you time to begin your little interrogation.

"You're always wearing that Zeppelin shirt," he shrugs, "and despite what my grade point average will tell ya, I was able to put two and two together" he smirks as he puts the car in gear and begins pulling out of the space. He cranes his neck to look out the back windows, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in deep concentration. He stretches one arm out and grabs the back of your seat to prop himself up while he steers with the other hand. You feel a flutter in your tummy as you notice the thick rope of muscle popping from his neck. You have to fight every urge to lean over and lick it. Relax...you have all night for that.

"Anyway," his voice shakes you back to reality, "just thought you might like this more than my 'devil music" deepening his voice at the end, trying to make you laugh. Once he's cleared the space, he twists back to face forwards and shifts gears, shooting you a dazzling smile. You shake your head, still amazed that he even noticed your wardrobe staples, much less you. Unable to conjure the words to thank him properly for this sweet gesture, you settle for playfully nudging him with your elbow before turning your head to watch the landscape sprint by. You fall back into a comfortable silence, until the lyrics of the song disturb your peace.

....Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been

Gonna love you, baby, here I come again...

Oh. You squirm a little in your seat, staring real hard at the flashes of watery green and gray as they whip past the window. Eddie glances over at you and notices you've tensed. The next verse perks his ears.

...Don't know where you're going, only know just where you've been

Sweet little baby, I want you again...

He smirks, realizing whats setting you off. And just because he loves to watch you squirm, he turns the volume all the way up before placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing. His rings stare up at you, mocking your struggle. There's that tickle again...

You swallow hard, not daring to look at him as you feel your face turn molten. Eddie oh so slowly moves his fingers down to your inner thigh, pressing firmly into you. You straighten up a bit, trying hard to hide your smile.

Eddie glances back at you with a devious look, "Everything okay?" Robert Plant's moans fill the car, like he's getting the best head of his life. Oh for fuck sake, give me break! "Yeah..." your answer is breathy, weak. He had you right where he wanted you, you might as well give it up. He begins squeezing to the rhythm of Plant's moans, his pinky dangerously close to your center. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to be swept away by the music and Eddie's touch. If you weren't certain you were buckled into your seat, you would've sworn you were plunging down a rabbit hole with no end in sight.

The sudden stop of the car forces you to snap your eyes open in panic, only to find that you had arrived at his trailer. Eddie unbuckles and turns the engine off in one smooth motion before leaning over to pull you into a deep and fervent kiss. It takes the little breath you had left away. The sound of heavy rain pelting the metal over your heads makes you feel right at home as the taste of cigarettes floods your senses. He breaks away, lips turning a strawberry red, still holding your face in his hands "Come on.... Sweet little baby" he adds with a chuckle at the end.

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The mad dash from the car to the trailer left you both soaking wet. You were a shivering mess walking down the hall, he had run to his room to ramp up the space heater. "Jesus H Christ" you hear him muttering under his breath as he strips down to his boxers. Your teeth are chattering as you enter the room, arms folded tightly in a desperate attempt to conserve heat. He turns to welcome you, but before he can deliver his usual apology for how messy his room is, he notices your body violently shaking and your hair dripping down your face. "Oh, sweet thing..." he murmurs, throwing his shirt to the floor and running over to you. "Come here...I gotcha" he wraps you up in his arms and begins removing your soaked shirt and pants. You notice he doesn't look at your body as he performs this little surgery. Knowing he's trying to be good makes your heart somersault.

He drapes a blanket over your trembling shoulders and leaves you standing in your bra and undies in front of the space heater for a second while he dashes to the bathroom to grab a towel. When he returns, he sits in the middle of the bed. He pats the space in front of him, gesturing for you to come and sit. You crawl up onto the bed, sitting crisscross in front of him.

He gently towel drys your hair, massaging your scalp as he goes. Your tremors slowly fade as you let him pamper you. "Better?" he asks after a bit. "Mmhm" you hum, your hand slipping out from under the blanket to play with the curly hairs on his leg. He chuckles softly, relieved that you won't be dying of hypothermia anytime soon. "You like Chinese food?" he asks, giving your hair one last playful tousle before dabbing at the raindrops he missed around your face.

"Love it!" you beam. "Great!" He takes the towel and roughly jostles his hair, reminding you of a wet dog. When he tosses the towel aside, his hair has puffed out to about twice its original size, curls and frizz shooting out haphazardly in every direction. You giggle at the sight, and Eddie's brows furrow in faux concern. "What? Something wrong with my hair?" he jokes as he fingers through the brown waves, only slightly taming the beast. You giggle at each other for a minute before Eddie jumps up "Alright! Sit tight..." he commands, pointing his finger at you. He leans down and whispers in your ear "I'll be right back" before kissing your cheek and walking out the door.

As you settle down into his pillows, wrapping the blanket tighter around your body, you listen intently as Eddie orders over the phone somewhere down the hall. You let your eyes wander around the room, noticing all the little changes since you were here last. There are more cigarette butts in the ashtray, threatening to spill over any second. You wonder if he had just not bothered to empty it, or if nerves had caused him to smoke more than usual. You continue your little game of I Spy until you reach the infamous hook, although it was missing a key artifact. The cuffs must still be in one of his drawers. You can't help yourself, you just have to check.

You scooch off the bed and hike the blanket up so you could walk uninhibited. You peek out the door, seeing the back of Eddie's head bob as he lists off items over the phone. You tiptoe to his dresser, but your memory is foggy as you try to conjure up which one he tossed them into. You go for the closest one to the hook, wrapping your fingers under the handle and slowly starting to pull. You see a glint of silver wink at you, coaxing you to set the object free. You open the drawer a smidge more and slip your hand in, gripping the cool metal and swiftly taking it out, concealing it in the folds of your blanket. You glide the drawer shut and practically dive back into the bed as you hear Eddie wrapping up his call. You don't have long to come up with a plan, but you do get a sudden, tempting idea.

"Should be about 15 minut-" he begins before stopping in his tracks at the sight of you. You're sitting on the edge of the bed, blanket long gone, legs crossed, spinning the cuffs around your finger. "Now Eddie...remind me..." you stop spinning the cuffs in favor of dangling them out in front of him "where do these go again?" you coo as you tilt your head, playing dumb.

Eddie's mouth hangs slightly open, not quite able to take in what he's seeing. Getting a grip, his lips slowly turn into a sly smile. He calmly walks towards you, shaking his head and tsking his tongue. "First pre-marital sex, now thieving?" he takes the cuffs from your hand and uses the rounded edge to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look deep into his brown eyes before he continues "What's become of today's youth, hm?"

You can't help but curl your toes, wanting more than anything for him to just take you right here and now. Gentle or not, you didn't care, so long as he was on you. Somehow, you keep it together enough to confidently swipe the cuffs away from your chin and get up on your knees before him. You look up at him through thick lashes, "All I'm asking for is a little tutorial..." you draw your finger down the center of his chest, reaching the band of his boxers and hooking a finger into them, "is that so bad? A little...personal attention?" you ask innocently.

Eddie's brain was frying, unable to think past your touch and the way you were looking at him. He thought you had been joking last time about wanting to use the cuffs, even though he had been dreaming of little else since. He never expected you to really be into it, but he silently thanked the Gods above that you were. He decides to give you just a taste of what you're begging for, sure that you don't have a clue what you're getting yourself into.

He tosses the cuffs onto the dresser and pushes you down onto the mattress, firm and fast enough to startle you. Before you can even react, he pins your arms above your head, the rest of his body trapping you between him and the mattress. "This what you want?" his voice is calm and collected, completely in control. You smile up at him, tantalized by this side of Eddie. "Don't smile at me, you little thief." He easily holds your wrists above you with one hand, bringing the other down to squeeze your cheeks between his fingers. "Think your pretty little face is gonna get you out of this?" his eyes are hard, almost black like a shark. You're transfixed, a feeble mouse caught in the serpent's hypnotic gaze. You feel your heart in your throat, electricity running down your body, a deep and needy throb between your legs. You manage to whimper through his grip "Eddie...please...". Eddie smirks down at you, a dark and playful glint in his eye "Now you wanna be a good girl? Alright..." he releases your cheeks and brings his hand down to your underwear, drawing small circles over your clit. "...be a good girl for me." he murmurs as he watches you in awe. You were already glowing, mewing at every stroke.

When he feels your slick through the fabric, he pulls your panties to the side and easily slips his finger in all the way, feverishly thrusting in and out while his thumb tends to your swollen clit. Its much more rough than last time, his movements greedy with want. You feel light headed, like your body might levitate at any moment. "You wanna cum, princess?" he asks crudely. You nod pathetically, unable to produce words. Eddie slows his pace as punishment, barely touching you now. "Say it." he commands. "Yes yes yes please...I'll be good...promise... just please don't...stop" you babble incoherently, straining yourself against the iron grip he had on your wrists. You were so close, too close, you felt the world might shatter around you if you didn't cum this very instant.

He chuckles at you, unable to keep the act up any longer "Just cum for me, sweetheart. That's all I want..." he says, that playful, soft tone of his returning as he jams his finger back into your soft folds, mercilessly pumping your sweet spot until he felt your pussy tighten around him. "That's it...good girl" he murmurs as you unravel under him, shaking through your aftershocks.

He pulls his finger out and presses it to your lower lip, this time offering you the first taste. You look up into his eyes as you take his finger into your mouth, swirling around him with your tongue. You suck until he takes his finger back and licks the remaining juices off himself, pulling out of his mouth with a loud POP! His smile is obscene.

He releases your wrists and brings your arms gently down to rest on your stomach. He leans down to pepper the insides of your wrists with kisses, a small apology for his barbaric treatment of them. As he does so, he looks up at you through dark lashes, brows knit together. "Too rough?" he asks, worried he may have gone too far. You answer by pulling him up into a frenzied kiss, rolling him over so you could straddle him. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and he cups the back of your head, tangling his fingers through your still damp hair. After a minute, you break away to breathe, sitting up on his lap. "Can we do that again?" you ask between panting, sheer glee brightening your face.

He beams up at you, knowing full well he would do anything you asked of him. Before he can answer, you both are startled by a loud knock at the front door. "Fuck they're fast" Eddie pants as he wiggles out from under you. He quickly pulls on some pants and a shirt before spinning around and hoisting you up off the bed and into his arms with a low growl, wrapping you in a big bear hug. You tighten your legs around his waist, though you know he would never drop you, nuzzling your face into his neck. He whispers into your ear "We've got all night, remember?". You smile into his skin, a bubbly giggle escaping your lips. The knock at the door returns with more urgency. Eddie sighs and gently lets you down onto the bed "Alright, alright!" he yells as he makes his way down the hall "I'm coming for fuck sake".

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After you had eaten your combined weight in fried rice, it was time for the entertainment portion of the evening. Though, it had already been pretty fucking entertaining in your book. You had brought over one of your favorite slasher movies, thinking Eddie would get a kick out of it.

Eddie slides the tape into the slot and presses a few buttons before turning around, clearing his throat like he has an important announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he addresses the non-existent audience "I present tonight's feature film...Sleepaway Camp" he reveals the cover of the VHS box like it was a work of art. You giggle manically on the bed, he's such a dork. "Tonight's entertainment was made possible by the charitable donation of Miss Y/F/N. Can we please have a round of applause for the beautiful Miss Y/L/N?" he bows to you before snapping back up and clapping like a mad man, making fake cheering noises as he goes. You cackle and bow to your adoring, invisible fans. Eddie stops clapping and raises his hands up as if the crowd has gone too wild "Alright, alright settle down people...and no flash photography, please." You could watch him do this all night. He clears his throat again and flips the box over to give a dramatic reading of the plot.

"After a terrible boating accident killed her family, shy Angela Baker went to live with her eccentric Aunt Martha and cousin Ricky. This summer, Martha decides to send them both to Camp Arawak, a place to enjoy the great. out. doors...." he pauses for dramatic effect, you roll your eyes and snort. "Shortly after their arrival, a series of bizaaaarre and violent accidents begin to claim the lives of various campers." He suddenly jumps up onto the bed, making you yelp. He raises his voice, really hamming it up "Has a DARK SECRET returned from the camp’s past…or will an UNSPEAKABLE horror end the Summer season for all!? Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you... Sleepaway Camp!" he exclaims as he flings the box across the room and drops to the mattress below, making you bounce up and down. "Marvelous introduction, darling" you tease him with a fake posh accent. He smirks at you, jabbing your ribs with his finger causing you to double over. "You love it" he claims smugly, shaking his head in your face for added effect.

About half way through the movie, which you had spent most of laughing and trying to scare each other, Eddie gets up for a smoke. He'd usually just open a window, but in an effort to be a courteous and welcoming host he goes outside. "I'll be 5 minutes, tops." he promises, kissing the top of your head before snagging his cigs and lighter and heading for the front door. You here the screen door slap shut, and just like that you were alone in the trailer.

He had paused the movie just as some poor camper was getting attacked by bees, his entire face covered with them. The image makes your skin crawl, and you snuggle down further under the blankets to avoid looking at it. You look around the room for a distraction, only to see the scene reflected back at you in the mirror. The rain outside picks up, the wind causing the trailer to groan. Just like in the movies, a bolt of lightning makes the dark room glow an eerie white before a crash of thunder follows. You weren't usually one to be scared of a little thunder, but something had your nerves going wild. Surely its been 5 minutes.

You bite at your nails, waiting in silence for a few more minutes before another crack of thunder makes you jump. You shoot up in the bed, tired of waiting. "EDDIE?" you call out, but you're only met with more silence. He probably can't hear me over the rain. You look down the hall, an endless void of pitch black. Don't be a baby, just get up and go get him. One more glance down the hall makes you think twice. You try calling out one last time, a little louder...still nothing. You groan, knowing what you have to do.

You get up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, as good a shield as any. You step one foot into the jet black hallway, chills running down your spine. You breathe in one last time before sprinting to the front door. You practically rip it off its hinges as you stick your head out into the cold night. "Edd-" but he's not there. You turn to look the other way, the porch completely empty. You squint to see if maybe he chose to smoke in the van, but the rain makes it impossible to see clearly. You feel your stomach drop somewhere near your ankles as you turn around to head back into the cavernous trailer. However, fear quickly gives way to annoyance as you pat the walls for the light switch. "Real cute, Munson. Reeaal cute." you call out, now onto his little game. Your fingers finally trip over a switch and you flick it up, the overhead light blinding you as it comes on.

The light illuminates the front room, kitchen, and most of the hallway. You quickly check off easy hiding spots like under the table and behind the sofa. Front room: clear. "Come on, Eddie...don't you wanna finish the movie?" you offer as you move into the kitchen, desperately opening cabinets you know he'd be too big to fit in anyway. Shit. Kitchen: clear. That just leaves the bathroom and his uncle's room down the hall. You get a bad feeling, like you're being watched. You make a last ditch effort to persuade him into surrendering. "Okay, forget the movie! If you come out, you can teach me how to give a blowjob...how does that sound??" you hope against hope, silence once again mocking your attempts.

You groan and curse under your breath as you slowly make your way down the hall. Both doors were shut, you had to choose which one to open...which honestly was not gonna happen. Fuck this, man. "Eddie I'm gonna kill you for thi-" but before you could finish your threat, the bathroom door flings open and Eddie jumps out, grabs you by the waist and tosses you, kicking and screaming, over his shoulder. The blanket is lost somewhere in the skirmish, leaving you defenseless in your bra and panties. He's manically laughing and growling as he hauls you to the bedroom, you begin beating your fists against his back, giggling and squealing as he carries you. "Put me down!" you yell, but Eddie only smacks your ass hard in response. You yelp and giggle as the flash of pain sears your flesh. Instead of the bed, where you thought you'd end up, Eddie drops you against the wall next to the dresser.

"What are you-" but he firmly grabs your throat and pushes you into the wall. "The only thing I wanna hear outta your pretty little mouth is 'yes sir', 'no sir' or 'stop', got it?" his voice is calm and collected, he looks deep into your eyes as he brings his thumb up to brush against your lower lip. "Yes, sir" you breathe out, over the moon that he wants to play rough. He smiles and winks, "That's my girl" he praises before grabbing the cuffs off the top of the dresser. "Hold out your hands for me, sweetheart" he commands. You do so eagerly, offering them wrist up, taking the opportunity to slightly squeeze your breasts together between your arms.

Eddie ogles you for a moment before remembering his task. He begins latching the cuffs over your wrists "Now, this may pinch, just say 'stop' if it's too much...at any point" he adds, lifting an eyebrow at you to make sure you're understanding him. You nod eagerly, forgetting you're allowed to speak "I mean- Yes, sir!" you bring your cuffed hand up to give him a salute, loving every bit of this little game. He rolls his eyes at you and chuckles before yanking your hands up by the chain and stringing you up on the hook above. Your feet are mostly still touching the ground except for your heels. Eddie looks you up and down, your body stretched out just for him. He steps closer, admiring how your hair falls along your cheeks and how you bite your lip in anticipation of his touch. He runs his hands along your curves, before reaching behind you and unhooking your bra, letting it fall to the ground below. He buries his head in your chest, kissing and biting at your soft skin. You instinctively pull your hands down, desperately wanting to run your fingers through his hair as you moan, but the cuffs snap you back. Its a not-so-gentle reminder that you're not going anywhere, not without his permission.

"Fuck" you mutter under your breath, as Eddie gets down on his knees, kissing and lapping at your ribs and stomach as he goes. He delicately curls his fingers under the waistband of your panties on either side of your hips before ripping them down your legs, your pussy perfectly aligned with his face. Eddie nips at your inner thighs as he slowly brings one of your legs up and over his shoulder, repeating the process with your other leg. He looks up at you through dark lashes and fringe, "Be still for me, beautiful". No longer grounded, your wrists begin tugging at the cuffs. You groan a little before answering him in a pant "Yes, sir". Its a digging pain, but you happily ignore it as Eddie licks a steady stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit, loving that he could already taste your essence. You shutter and your head falls back, hitting the wall with a BANG, but you don't care. You just want Eddie to split you in two and then kiss you all better. Not giving you even a moment to prepare yourself, Eddie goes to work tongue fucking you, digging his nails into your thighs as he keeps you steady.

You're not sure how he does it, but you're convinced his tongue must be battery operated the way he's vibrating inside you. He swirls around your walls like a bear trying to get every last drop of honey from a beehive. He pulls his long tongue out of you and settles his mouth over your clit, his fingers finishing what his tongue had started. He curls his two digits inside of you, easily finding that illusive, heavenly spot. He lashes around your clit, alternating between sucking and licking. It doesn't take long for you to start quivering in his arms. You desperately look down at him, knowing you're about to cum any second, but he's already looking up at you and winks. You close your eyes and let the feeling take you away, everything besides you and Eddie vanishing into thin air. As if the heavens were on your side, a crack of thunder rattles the room as you cum in his mouth.

Eddie wastes no time as he removes your still shaking legs from his shoulders and stands up, grabbing a condom from a drawer and tearing his boxers off. After rolling the condom over his hard cock, he hooks his arms under your knees and brings your legs back up to wrap around his waist. The position brings some much needed relief from the pressure of the cuffs, but all you can do is groan in appreciation. He chuckles and bends down to kiss you hard on the mouth. "Still with me, angel?" he asks as he breaks away, tilting his chin down so he can look up into your eyes. "Eddie..." you moan, still a little out of it, but no where near ready to tap out "...fuck me like you mean it." Eddie chuckles before bringing his hand up in a salute "Yes, ma'am!" he exclaims teasingly.

He cups his hand just below his chin and lets a long rope of spit pool into his palm. He brings his hand down and rubs his spit along your slit, making a slippery mess between your legs. You're wet enough as it is, practically dripping down your thighs, but the filthiness of this little display makes something in you go berserk. The lethargy lifts like you've just been slapped in the face, and you're ready to go an infinite amount of rounds. Eddie easily slides himself into you all the way to the hilt. You both gasp at the sensation, staring into each other's dilated eyes. He just stays there a moment, allowing your walls to stretch around his girth. "Y/N..." he pants, bringing his forehead down to meet yours. "Yeah?" you moan. He shuts his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the warmth of your pussy hugging his dick. When he opens, his eyes are hard again "I'm gonna fuck you until you're screaming my name" he says it like its just a fact you're gonna have to get used to. You giggle and moan in utter delight "Pleeease, Eddie." Without further ado, he begins bouncing you mercilessly on his cock.

Your head rolls back each time he plunges back into you. The sound of his hips slapping against your wet, dribbling cunt is absolutely pornographic. You think you must be dreaming, because this shouldn't be so perfect. Nothing should feel this good, yet so deliciously wicked. Eddie's grunts fill the air, even the rain couldn't compete. There's a moment where you both lock eyes, pure animalistic lust drawing you together like magnets. He doesn't even have to touch your clit, his perfectly curved cock tickling your core with each thrust, like he was made just for you. You grab the cuff chain with both hands for support, trying your best to roll your hips to the rhythm of his thrusts. Now Eddie's head rolls back, drunk off of your cunt, the room starting to spin. He decides to go off script, pulling out of you with a tight groan, unhooking your legs from his waist, and spinning you around so you're facing the wall. He plunges back into you from behind, you feel yourself being spread in places you didn't even know existed. With one hand clamped to your waist, rocking you into him, he uses the other to snake down between your legs and tend to your clit.

Your breasts are smooshed against the wall, your cheekbone aches as the force of his blows causes it to bounce off the hard surface. The chain, twisted above, makes the cuffs even tighter. You suck in air through your teeth as you let him pound you into the wall. Your mind flutters as you try to focus on your building release. Its bubbling just below the surface, like a geyser you could set your watch to. "Eddie..." you whimper, but you don't even have to explain. "I know, I know...I can feel you, baby." he grunts, his voice husky and tight. "I want you to cum all over my cock, sweetheart. Show me what a good girl you can be and cum." he demands, you're impressed he can even string together a coherent sentence at a time like this. You go rigid, letting him fuck you over the edge, until you're in fact screaming his name. As your pussy nearly asphyxiates his cock, he spills into the condom, resting his head on your shoulder blade as he unloads himself inside of you.

After he slowly pulls out and discards the condom, he lifts the cuffs from the hook, gently lowering your numb arms down. You sharply inhale as pins and needles start jabbing you, your fingers feeling like TV static. "Shit, sorry sorry sorry sorry" Eddie apologizes profusely as he unlocks the cuffs. You rub at your wrists, willing your circulation to kick in. You know beyond a shadow of a doubt you'll be waking up to bruises, but who the hell cares? "I'm fine, don't worry!" you smile at him as he walks you over to the bed as if he was escorting an elderly woman across a street. My own personal Boy Scout. When Eddie helps you lower down to sit on the edge of the bed, he stands over you for a moment and cups your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him. "How are we feeling, princess?" he asks with a soft smile. You bring your hands up to hold his around your face, "Never felt better, you?" you return his question as you beam up at him. He sharply inhales and bobs his head as he thinks for a second "Ohhh...only, like, the luckiest guy in the universe?" he jokes before leaning down and giving you the most delicate kiss yet, as if you were a rose and he was trying not to disturb the petals. It makes your heart flutter like a newly hatched butterfly.

He grabs the towel from earlier and cleans you both off nicely, leaving no evidence of any debauchery. Eddie pulls on some boxers and a large plain white shirt before heading to the kitchen to warm up a bowl of the leftover takeout. You dig through his closet for a suitable sleep shirt. You find a W.A.S.P. shirt that looks worn in and soft, the perfect candidate. You slip it over and instinctively wrap your arms around yourself, reveling in the feeling of the soft fabric hugging your curves.

Eddie returns with two forks, always so thoughtful. He presses play as he passes the TV and cuddles up next to you on the bed, offering you a fork and the first bite. You watch and eat in cozy silence as the storm lightens up outside. Eddie offers you the last bite too, but you insist he takes it. He gets up to put the dirty bowl and utensils in the kitchen sink and when he returns he looks like he's in deep thought. He mindlessly takes you in his arms and cuddles you tightly. "Something on your mind?" you muffle into his shirt. He's quiet for a minute before pulling you up to look you in the eyes. "You should sit with me and the Hellfire guys at lunch next week... I mean, if you want...". You think you might melt and slip right through his fingers. "You wouldn't mind?" you ask, already sure of the answer but wanting to hear him say it nonetheless. He chuckles at you, "My fairest Y/N, it would be my honor." he jokes as he bows his head to you. You giggle and hold him tighter in excitement. "Maybe you could come sit with my friends one day, too?" you ask hesitantly, not sure how he might feel about it. He gives you a sly smirk before mimicking you "You wouldn't mind?". You cup his face, taking in his gorgeous brown eyes. "My dearest Edward, it would be my honor" you tease him before pulling him down for a kiss.

You snuggle and whisper until the early hours of the morning, finally passing out somewhere around 3:00am. He cocoons around you, protecting you even while you dream peacefully. You're not sure what next week's little lunch swap might bring, but nothing else really matters as long as Eddie is there to kiss you better at the end.

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AN: YOU GUYS!!! Holy shit. I hope I don't let you down with this, I tried to keep things goofy and light but just added a little *spice*. If you haven't listened to Dazed and Confused, I highly recommend it while you read! I'll be out of town for the next week so I won't be able to write anything else for a minute, but wanted to leave this here for y'all :) I really hope you enjoy <3

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