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You could feel the warmth of a body beneath you before your eyes opened. Your lips curled as you inhaled the familiar scent. You blinked, returning to full consciousness, taking in your surroundings. The blinds were shut; just a tiny sliver of sunlight illuminated the room. Eddie was still asleep, laying on his back, one arm around you. Your head rested on his shoulder, your leg hiked up around his waist, and your arm laid across him feeling the steady rise and fall of his bare chest.
You looked up at his sleeping face. When Eddie was awake, he was hardly still. Always fiddling with his hands or his hair or whatever else he could get his hands on. He never stopped moving about. It was almost odd to see him so still, but he looked so peaceful. His dark hair fanned out around his head, his lips slightly parted as he took hushed breaths. You leaned up a little to press a gentle kiss against his jaw. His arm tightened around you pulling you more firmly against his body.
He was starting to wake up, shifting and stretching out his limbs with a low hum. You kissed his cheek and he turned to face you with half-lidded eyes and a sleepy grin on his lips.
"Good morning." You whispered.
"It is a good morning. Never thought I'd be so happy to wake up." Eddie agreed, his voice slightly husky from sleep. You kissed his shoulder, letting your fingers trace the tattoos on his chest.
"Yeah? Why's that?" You asked coyly, leaning up onto your forearm to look down on him. He was so handsome, and something about his sleepy demeanor was just adding to his appeal.
"Cuz I can keep looking at you." Eddie brushed your hair behind your ear, stroking your cheek as he pulled his hand back.
"Eddie Munson, when did you get so cheesy?"
"Oh, I've just been holding it in for the last few months. But you've unleashed a monster now."
"Oh no," You gasped dramatically. Eddie's hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you into a gentle kiss. His lips moved languidly against yours, suppressing a smile. This utterly spoiled him; waking up alone was going to be infinitely worse after knowing what it felt like to wake up to you in his bed.
Without breaking the kiss, Eddie slowly pushed you onto your back. You laid underneath him, and when his lips pressed gently onto your forehead, your heart fluttered like a hummingbird in your chest.
“I am gonna go to the bathroom, and then…” He paused for dramatic effect, “I am gonna make the best scrambled eggs you’ve ever had in your life.”
“Sounds promising.” You watched him roll off the bed with a grunt and head into the hallway. You got up soon after, needing to stretch your limbs. You walked around the room, taking in all the details you hadn’t paid attention to since you had been engaged in other activities for most of the time you had been in there.
You snorted when you spotted the box of condoms you had mentioned yesterday, and as Eddie had stated, the box was still closed and a little dusty. You wiped your hands across the boxers that Eddie had given you to sleep in. As you approached the mirror, you fondly eyed the Defenders of the Faith poster that Eddie had taped up. It was a great album, but you had listened to so much new music since you had met Eddie, and Judas Priest was surely going to continue releasing hits in the future. So you couldn’t say definitively that it was always going to be your favorite, but it was undoubtedly always going to have a special place in your heart.
You examined the large metallic beast that adorned the poster, a sort of cross between a ram and a lion; claws and teeth bared. You recalled the night you had first heard the album. Looking back you were embarrassed at how many times you had rewound the tape, stoned out of your mind and borderline obsessed. But Eddie hadn’t seemed to mind. The more you thought about it, Eddie may have teased, but he never complained about anything he had done for you. He just took care of you.
Eddie’s voice interrupted your trip down memory lane, calling out from the hallway.
“I left a new toothbrush on the bathroom sink.”
“Thank you!” You called back. It felt a little odd, just standing in his room on your own. Like he was giving you free rein of his personal space. And now he was going to make you breakfast, it all felt so… domestic. You thought it would’ve taken longer to get to this level of comfort after crossing the boundary between friendship and relationship, but so far it had seemed that Eddie had already dived headfirst into this new dynamic between you.
In the bathroom, you found the toothbrush he had left for you. While you brushed your teeth, you pulled down on the collar of Eddie’s Hellfire shirt. In his room, you had been so caught up looking at the posters you hadn’t even taken in your disheveled state. Now, in the small bathroom, you could see a few small purple marks that were scattered across your throat, some darker than others. When you were done brushing your teeth, you pulled the shirt up to inspect your chest. Unsurprisingly, you had a few similar marks across your breasts. You shook your head with a slight laugh, remembering Eddie’s enthusiasm. You felt an inner heat begin to blossom in your stomach, and you shook your head again. Way too early for that.
When you entered the kitchen, Eddie was standing at the counter, mixing eggs in a bowl. He was sporting the most serious case of bedhead you had ever seen.
“Are you cooking with your hair down?”
“Jesus Christ,” You had been so light on your feet that Eddie hadn’t heard you creep up beside him. "Uhhh, yeah?"
"Uhh, no." You mocked him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling his attention away from the bowl. "As much as I love your hair, I'd rather not be eating it." You walked over to the couch in the living room to where you had left your bag on the floor and rummaged through it, taking out a scrunchy. You came back to the counter and sat on the stool, holding out the accessory for him. He squinted at it, before looking back at you.
"Seriously?"
"Food safety is very serious." You pressed, mischievously dangling it in front of you. Eddie looked at you, your eyebrows raised, enticing him, daring him. He took the scrunchy from your hand, rolling his eyes playfully as he pulled his hair into a messy bun. Yeah, he could never deny you.
"Better?" He asked. Your sly grin had started to shrink as he put his hair up, and leaned across the counter to show off his work. You crossed your legs, shifting against the stool trying to ignore the heat between your thighs.
"Yeah," You answered meekly, "It's a good look on you actually," Eddie smirked, going back to preparing breakfast.
"What? Being half naked?" You blushed, looking over the pale smooth surface of his back, as he stood in front of the stove. You wondered if he'd consider adding any more tattoos there. It was nearly unblemished aside from a series of dark red lines from where your nails had dug into him. You winced, not realizing that you had been so aggressive, but Eddie hadn't mentioned being bothered by it.
"Yes. But fully naked is better I think." Eddie looked over his shoulder, watching your face redden as you flirted so openly with him. Perhaps wearing his clothes had made you bolder. To him, it signified that he was already and completely yours, so you were free to say anything to him now. And if wearing his stuff made you feel more encouraged, he was willing to sacrifice his entire wardrobe. And fuck, how good you looked in his clothes was certainly a bonus.
Eddie continued making food for the two of you, and you were content to just observe. His tongue stuck out, as he set about digging through the cabinets for seasonings, and plates. You popped his mixtape into the stereo and let the music fill the room while he divided the eggs onto the plates. You could hear Eddie singing along under his breath, while he fumbled around trying to remember which drawer had the forks despite living here for as long as he could remember.
"And voila. I actually think this is my best work to date," Eddie prided himself. He set your plate down in front of you, along with a glass of water. He held his fork out to you, and you clinked yours against his, like two knights tapping swords before beginning a quest. You dug into the cheesy eggs and hummed in delight at the savory taste.
"A boyfriend who can cook, how did I get so lucky?" Eddie sat across from you and stopped mid-chew at your words. He swallowed slowly.
"Boyfriend, huh?" His stomach did a small flip. He knew things were different, but hearing you say it so definitively, it still felt a little surreal. "You know, I've lived in this shit hole town my whole life, and I've been called a lot of things, but 'boyfriend'... That might just be my favorite title."
"Might?" Your brow raised, grinning around your fork as you ate.
"Well… Dungeon Master is still a pretty sick-ass title."
"Fair." The light timbre of your laugh sent chills down his spine. He couldn't help grinning like an idiot, because he made you laugh. He made his girlfriend laugh. Eddie Munson has a fucking girlfriend.
Eddie cleared his throat, "So um, that would make you my girlfriend now right?" You looked up from your plate, watching him squirm in his seat.
"Yes Eddie, I do think that's how this works." You confirmed, taking a sip of water. He just shook his head. Evidently, his sarcastic nature had been rubbing off on you. Eddie finished his food, so you took both of your dishes and rounded the counter to bring them to the sink. Eddie sat twiddling his fingers before twisting around on the stool to face you.
"And uh, that doesn't scare you a little?" Eddie's voice was smaller now, almost afraid to ask. You came up to him, standing between his legs. You placed your hands on his shoulders, looking straight at him, almost the same height with him sitting on the stool.
"Now why would that scare me?" You questioned, gazing into his eyes. They were much lighter in the morning rays of sunlight that filled the trailer.
"Well, you know, being associated with me isn't exactly good for your reputation." He joked, but avoided eye contact, looking down at the Hellfire logo on the shirt you wore. He'd seen you wear the club shirt before of course, but this specific shirt, it was his shirt. On your body.
"Eddie, I'm already associated with you. Everyone knows I'm in Hellfire, and I very openly spend most of my time with you. Their opinions are already made, I doubt it's gonna change anything or mean anything to them just because we're dating now." You lifted his head to look back at you, "But it means a hell of a lot to me. I am willing to accept any risks that come with being your girlfriend."
Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you leaned in to press your lips against his. His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you even closer to him, pulling his lips away just the tiniest bit.
"I see your bravery isn't totally limited to D&D." You bit your lip, and slowly pulled your scrunchy out of his hair, letting loose the dark frizzy waves.
"Yeah well," You combed through his hair, gingerly untangling the locks between your fingers, "You're worth being brave for." Eddie took a moment to absorb your words fully, and overcome with emotion, he pulled you to him by the back of your neck, kissing you with such desperate intensity.
Suddenly, Eddie moved off the stool and lifted you by your thighs, which immediately wrapped around his waist. You clung to him, laughing at the surprise of his action, as he carried you to his room.
Eddie plopped you onto the bed, the mattress bouncing underneath you as he caged you in with his body. He took your wrists and held them out to the side, lowering his mouth to lavish your throat with wet sloppy kisses. He could feel how every stroke of his tongue across your pulse made you shift, your back arching towards him.
"Since you're feeling so courageous," Eddie moved to the other side of your throat, "I want you," He nipped at your skin, causing you to inhale sharply, "...to tell me what you want."
"What I want?" You repeated breathlessly. Eddie sat back, admiring his handiwork in turning you into a needy writhing mess.
"Yes," He stated, "I mean, this is new territory for the both of us. So I want you," he paused, moving his hands underneath your shirt, "To tell me," He lowered one hand, letting the tips of his fingers dip under the waistband of the boxer shorts, "What you want to do. Or what you want me to do to you."
With Eddie on top of you, knees on either side of your waist, you let your eyes trail over his naked torso. You had managed to leave a couple of smaller marks of your own on his neck and shoulder. He had a visible tent in his plaid pajama pants, not much to restrain it since you knew he hadn't bothered to put any underwear on before he fell asleep. Your mouth watered as you stared at the bulge, recalling how he had tasted, and how he sounded; how he trembled under your touch when you took him into your mouth in the living room yesterday.
When your eyes met his, you could see how much darker they were. His fingers were tapping against your hips as he tried to figure out where your mind was. You looked around the room, trying to think of what you wanted to tell him. You had fantasies of course. A lot more since you had met him. But you never had to vocalize them before.
You caught a glimpse of the metal that was hanging next to Eddie's closet. You had noticed them earlier, but you had tried not to think of them so suggestively then. The thought was unavoidable now.
"I- I want us to use those." You timidly requested. Your voice wavered but you were too determined to back down. Eddie turned his head to follow your line of vision, feeling something inside him clench at the sight of the handcuffs.
"You naughty girl. You wanna get cuffed up, do ya?" Eddie smirked, watching you rise onto your forearms.
"I wasn't talking about me." You corrected him, slowly matching the smirk that instantly melted off of his face. Eddie's eyes widened, and his lips formed an "o" shape as he realized what you were asking of him.
"You mean you want me to-" You bit your lip, nodding eagerly. "Huh." You looked so excited, your eyes glistening and dreamy like you were already fantasizing about having him at your mercy. It wasn't what he had in mind initially, but the thought was making his length throb beneath the cotton of his pants. When your eyes flickered downward, he could tell that you noticed. You licked your lips, and already Eddie could feel himself start to melt.
He swung his knee over, moving to grab the handcuffs from the wall. He dug through the dresser's top drawer to fish out the set of small keys that went with it. He swung the cuffs around his fingers as he sauntered back to the bed, trying to pretend like there wasn't a part of him that was nervous. In less than twenty-four hours he had gone from being a single virgin to agreeing to let his girlfriend handcuff him. "Like I said, whatever you want."
"Really?" Your brow raised. He unlocked each cuff and placed the keys on the nightstand.
"Yes, really." He repeated, holding out the cuffs to you. You got off the bed, standing in front of him. You straightened your back, though the better posture did nothing for the height difference between you. You took the cuffs and looked up at him. You kept your eyes locked, as you used your thumbs to push down his pajama pants, dragging the waistband over his cock causing him to hiss through his teeth.
"Then get on the bed, Dungeon Master."
Eddie swallowed the lump in his throat and quickly moved to lay in the middle of the mattress, pushing aside the mess of blankets. "Hands up, above your head," You ordered. You straddled his waist and leaned over to cuff his wrists together, limiting his range of motion. "Keep your arms there unless I say otherwise." You sat on him, feeling his girth press against your pussy through the thin fabric of your shorts. Eddie exhaled at the warm damp material grinding gently against him.
"Confidence is a real good look on you, sweetheart."
You giggled sweetly, leaning over to kiss his nose. "Thank you. I've learned from the best." Eddie swore under his breath at your innocent, flirtatious demeanor. It wasn't fair, how could you act all cute and shit when he was literally handcuffed and hard as a rock beneath you. It was like you were both angel and devil. "Getting impatient?"
Eddie shook his head, goosebumps breaking over his skin as your nails traced over his abdomen. "Nope. Take your time, I'll be here all day." You responded to his sarcasm by grinding down against him, rocking your core against his cock. "Fuck."
Moving against him slowly, Eddie clenched his eyes shut, pressing his head into the mattress. "Don't," You reached up to cup his cheek. "I want you to watch." Eddie complied, leaning into the gentle touch. He needed you to touch him, every brush of your hand, every roll of your hips was driving him delightfully insane.
"Yes, Ma'am." Eddie watched closely as you gracefully removed his Hellfire shirt, dragging the material slowly over your breasts to tease him. When he saw yesterday's marks scattered across your throat and chest he was unprepared for the visceral reaction that burned through him. "Holy shit that's hot."
You beamed at his praise, tracing your hands over the bruises he had left. "Yeah? You like marking me up like this?" He nodded quickly. "I don't think they'll be gone by tomorrow. Might have to go to school with these marks showing." You feigned a sigh as you trailed over the dark blots on your throat that would be harder to cover up. "That's okay though," You leaned over, pressing your breasts against his chest, "I already told you," You let your lips graze over his, keeping a hair's breadth of distance between you, "I have nothing to be ashamed of."
Eddie tilted to press his mouth to yours, and you let him, but only for a moment. You kissed his jaw, moving slowly towards his throat, then further down his chest. You moved at a snail's pace, causing Eddie to whine, moving his hips against yours. "What am I?" You asked, kissing his demon's head tattoo, letting your tongue come dangerously close to his nipple.
"The best thing that's ever happened to me," Eddie responded quickly, sounding out of breath. You looked up at him, your face heating up at the adoring yet erotic look he displayed. You felt your heart skip a beat at his answer and the lack of hesitancy with which he spoke. You flicked your tongue across his nipple, which earned a couple of swears to rapidly spill from his mouth.
"Good answer, but not what I was looking for." You sat back on your knees, and you could see that he was dripping pre-cum onto his stomach. He was more affected than you had anticipated. You moved a little further back so that you could take him in your hand. He was hot to the touch, and you could feel him throb at the stroke of your thumb against the large vein. "What am I to you?"
"You're my girlfriend."
"Yeah, I am." You spoke proudly, your hand still gripping him firmly. Your other hand stroked his thigh, letting your nails scratch against him, feeling the muscles tense. "And what are you?"
Eddie cleared his throat, trying to form words through the haze of pleasure that was distracting him. He needed you to fucking move. "Your boyfriend. I'm your boyfriend." He pressed his tongue between his lips, watching intently as your hand finally began moving upwards on his cock. You were smiling so devilishly, hearing the broken whimpers between his words, watching the beads of pre-cum drip onto your hand, using it to lubricate your motions.
"You said yesterday that you didn't wanna pressure me." Eddie's eyes squeezed shut, his arms flexing against the restraints around his wrists. You didn't stop him from closing his eyes this time, worried that watching you was gonna make him finish too soon. Still, you continued leisurely jerking him off. "That's why you didn't make a move sooner," You continued. He nodded, his chest rising and falling faster. "So…" His brow raised, waiting for you to finish, lifting his hips to get more friction against your hand. "So does that mean you've thought about this before? About having sex with me?"
"Jesus Christ," Eddie muttered. How was it that every word out of your mouth was capable of setting him on fire? "Yes."
"When?"
"Too-" Your thumb swiped over the slit of his cock, spreading the wetness over the head. You looked at him patiently, biting your lip. Fuck, he wanted to pull your damn lip away from your teeth and take it between his own. "Too many times to count." He choked out. You felt your core clench at his honesty, thinking about all the time you had spent together, wondering how long he'd been having these lewd thoughts.
"Pick one then."
"Shit, okay." He watched you bend over, kissing around his stomach. How the fuck was he supposed to think in these conditions?? "You remember a couple months ago when we did Secret Santa?" You hummed against his skin, affirming. "You wore that red dress cuz you said it was 'Christmas-y'. It was fucking short, and you asked me to drive you home since it was too cold to bike." He stopped, distracted by you nipping at his hip bone.
"Yeah?"
"The whole drive all I wanted to do was pull over, and fuck you in the back of the van. Wanted to send you home with my cum dripping down your thighs."
A staggered moan burst from your throat, and you realized that you were grinding against Eddie's thigh, the material of his boxers sticking to you. You moved off of his leg and shifted to get in between them instead. Your hand never stopped stroking him, and his eyes were closed as he visualized the fantasy he was recounting to you.
"I probably would've let you." You admitted. Without warning, you removed your hand and took his cock as far into your mouth as you could comfortably go. You moaned around him, dragging your tongue over the leaking head as you took him in and out, the tip of your nose grazing the dark curls below.
He started to lower his bound hands toward you, and you pulled away. "Put your hands back or I stop." You warned him. Hesitantly, he laid his arms back on the bed. His bangs were starting to stick to his forehead, his mouth moving non-stop alternating between curses and praises. He was twisting against the cuffs, wishing he could push your hair back so he could fully see you swallow him.
Your lips curled over your teeth, saliva dripping down as the sounds of you sucking his cock filled the room. Eddie cried your name, trying not to buck his hips, the temptation to fuck your mouth nearly overcoming him. No, no, you were in charge. He brought this upon himself.
Eddie's thighs began to quiver under your hands, and you could feel his dick throb against your tongue. You leaned back, and held him at the base, seeing how swollen and red the tip was. It was so wet, and your hand slid across it with ease as you tortured him with your unhurried pace. He was so close, teetering on the edge of overstimulation. "Please," He choked out, "I need to cum."
You looked at him through your lashes, finally relinquishing your hold on him. "I thought you wanted your cum to drip down my thighs," You tried to tease, but the way your clit throbbed, you couldn't tell who wanted that more, you or him.
"Whatever you want, I just- I need to touch you."
Eddie was restless; his hands flexed, itching to grab something. His lower lip was red from biting into it. He grunted as your hand slid over his highly sensitive erection. His desperation was thickening the air around you, and you wondered what else was going on in that mind of his. You reached over to grab the keys, shuffling higher on the bed, so you could lean over him. Eddie took advantage of your position and took one of your nipples into his mouth, nipping and tugging with his lips, before soothing it with his tongue.
"Eddie, I'm trying to be nice and you're distracting me." You moaned the words out, fisting the keys in one hand and supporting your weight on the other.
"Sorry," He apologized sarcastically, before moving to your other breast. You tried to ignore the way your clit was nearly pulsating with every flick and swirl of his tongue. You only managed to unlock one of his wrists before he was flipping you over.
As soon as your mind registered that you were now laying on your back, Eddie flipped you over again so that you were now laying on your stomach beneath him. His hands gripped your hips, yanking you toward him to grind against your ass. You could feel the handcuffs still dangling from his wrist.
Eddie pulled your shorts down, just low enough for him to sink two fingers into your wet folds, taking him in easily. You raised yourself into your forearms, bucking your hips towards him, begging for more. He scissored his fingers inside you, stretching you out before removing the slicked digits and bringing them to your mouth. He pushed past your lips and you eagerly licked your juices off of him, crying out around him as he shoved his cock into you.
Your thighs were still held together by the boxer shorts and locked in place by his own legs, so the angle and pressure of having your legs pressed together made it feel like a much tighter fit as he slammed his entire length into your cunt. His thrusts were relentless, hips slapping against your ass with abandon. You hadn't even touched your clit, but he was hitting a spot inside you that was steadily pushing you up towards that peak.
Eddie leaned over you, one hand entwining with yours on the mattress and the other burying into your hair, to grab a handful by the roots, tilting your head back towards him. You clenched around him, the slight pain bringing you closer to the edge.
"Fuck, fuck." Eddie muttered, feeling the way you responded to him. He kissed your shoulder blades, letting his teeth graze over your back, as you whimpered out his name, dragging out every syllable.
Your orgasm tore through you like a tidal wave, crashing against your body as you trembled and broke apart. Eddie pulled your hips to him, holding you steady as he fucked you through the waves of pleasure, your hands gripping the sheets. You felt like a ragdoll, getting fucked into oblivion as he finally allowed himself to give in. His hips stilled against yours, his whole body tense as he shot deep into you.
He pulled out, your pussy still quivering, and you whined at the loss. His large hands spread you apart, and you blushed under his scrutiny. Jesus this is filthy. Eddie watched as the hot white slick began to slowly drip out onto your thighs. Eddie hummed in satisfaction, giving your ass a light slap.
"There it is." You could hear Eddie's smirk. He wrapped his arm around your stomach and pulled the two of you onto your sides. You kicked off the boxers the rest of the way, and settled with your back against his chest, both of you trying to catch your breath. You could feel his smile as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, exhilarated yet slightly exhausted by the experience. "I should definitely change these sheets." He murmured.
You yawned, nodding slightly. "Yeah, definitely."
Neither of you moved to get up. Instead, Eddie's arm tightened around your waist, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. You smiled, feeling the metal of the handcuffs grazing your skin. Without opening your eyes, you fumbled with the open cuff, closing it so that the serrated part was safely tucked away.
"Quick nap first?" Eddie mumbled sleepily behind you. You kissed the back of his hand and settled against his arm, using it as a pillow.
"Good idea."