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Boyfriend Eddie who is enthusiastic about his love for (going down on) reader, but shy. ((A/N: I’m aware it wasn’t released until 1990 but music makes me creative and it screams Eddie Munson.))

“Is there a song that reminds you of me?”

Your question was innocent, as far as Eddie knew, but the answer he had couldn’t have been further.

Since the moment he’d tasted you, on his own fingers after stroking your clit and fingering you through at least two orgasms before he couldn’t stop himself from indulging. That moment, your cum on his tongue, there’d only been one song he thought of when people asked Eddie about you.

“Tastes so good, makes a grown man cry.” Cherry Pie by Warrant

“No.”

“Nothing, really?” Eddie heard the disappointment and wanted to ease it, would have even if it wasn’t his fault. “Well there’s-“ he’s laughing already, nervous at what he wants to admit and it’s intriguing, obviously. “So there is something.”

“Of course there is but it’s not what you want to be told, sweetheart.”

“Spit it out, babe. Unless it’s a murder confession, I’m sure I’ll like it. Play it, if that’s better.”

“Cherry Pie. The Warrant song. You like it,” he starts humming it, tapping the beat on his legs, then the lyrics.

“She’s my cherry pie

cool drink of water

such a sweet surprise…

tastes so good,

Make a grown man cry

Sweet cherry pie.”

You look at him, recognizing the song as soon as he started and finding humor in the lyrics he remembered. You recognize it because Eddie is always humming it, listening to it, using his pencil while writing to tap it onto his desk.

“Interesting…” you hum, and Eddie’s in misery at your lack of reaction. “Play it for me?” Pointing to the stereo instead of his guitar on the wall; you have plans for his hands.

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How soon after the record is spinning is Eddie in your arms, between your legs, was pretty spectacular given his usual finesse outside the bedroom. “Can I help with anything?” Blown pupils looking down at you before he’s grinding his teeth when his hips drop to yours. Its habit, dragging your core over the tent in his jeans. He closes his eyes, unable to look at you and prevent himself from cumming in his pants because shit he can feel how hot you already are, probably throbbing for him. He hates to leave his girl uncomfortable, so Eddie takes your hips in his hand, his rings wringing the fabric of your shirt up your hips, wanting to see your skin. Anything he could get with all these clothes on. Keeping the weight of his hips on you, Eddie rocked forward and waited for- there. You gasp, pulling him closer by the shoulders. You’re pinned beneath him, and he’s managed to not only target your clit through all your clothes but is now intent on using it solely to get you off. If solely included the absolute filth that Eddie always talked when you gave him the privilege of letting him touch you. Every day, he thanks every deity he can think of for you. Sometimes, he does it while you’re praising him like a god, and he wonders if it’s blasphemous.

“That feel nice, baby?” You whine and Eddie hums, music to his ears before he’s kissing your throat. Hot breath and nasty words pushing you closer to orgasm.

“I can tell, you’re already whining like you’re ready to cum. Still got all your clothes on, baby. It’s okay, sh… I’ve got you.”

“Eddie…” he’s right, you are whining, but he was on top of you, grinding his cock right into your sex, completely clothed, and he expected anything less?

“Patience, sweetheart, I always take care of you, don’t I?”

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Eddie would love making you so horny that you start mumbling nonsense, but he doesn’t always believe what you have to say.

“Nice of you to stroke my ego and my cock tonight babe, but you don’t need to lie to me.”

“Not- Eds, ‘s no one told you before?”

The moan broke off your words, pulling through you without your permission when he shifts his hips, already so deep inside you.

“No, you tell me, princess. Tell me how perfect I fit inside you. Say it.”

You started something, and now there’s no stopping it. He felt the way your muscles ripple around him when he talks, even if he didn’t see your eyes closing and head dropping forward onto the pillow.

“Eddie, so per-fect. Please, please.”

“No need to beg, baby,” he coos in your ear, “I’ll make sure to stay real deep for ya.”

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[trashmunson]

Best friend with benefits Eddie who knows that you know what you’re doing. It’s criminal, the outfit you’ve chosen to wear today, so when you point out the pillow in his lap.. Eddie has lost enough blood in his brain to talk first and not think.

“Don’t laugh! All your fault, anyway.” “Why is it my fault your dick is hard?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

He hadn’t touched you yet but he does then, rough fingers grazing the soft, exposed skin of your thighs before he’s slipping his fingers under the hem to feel more of you.

“You sit here on my couch, in my shirt, next to me, in shorts that can’t be legal. I’m just a man, I’m weak for you, sweetheart.” He was a sap. Big, brown eyes matching the pout on his lips before he pulls his touch away, kneeling before you, pillow gone and bulge on his jeans prominent and mouth-achingly large.

“Not my fault.”

His hands are on you again the instant his knees hit the ground, his mouth following their path up your legs. As he’s kissing, biting, licking, you feel the fabric of your shorts give way and don’t have a hope they’re salvageable.

“Well now they’re definitely illegal in public,” but his voice is awed when he is faced with the damp spot on your panties. He doesn’t bother explaining why it’s your fault, not when your press your hand to his head and guide him to exactly where he wanted to be anyway.

Eddie loves head, giving more than receiving. Pussy drunk man of the year.

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Eddie has a newfound respect for being a passenger while someone else drives when you’re sitting between him and Steve.

Every bump in the road makes your tits move just enough that his eyes are drawn back to them. He wasn’t driving, so he’s free to look as he pleases.

All you do is smile at him, welcoming his attention because it’s just Eddie. Eddie, who holds your hand when you’re scared and holds your wrists when you’re being punished. Nothing to be embarrassed about.

This trip couldn’t be over fast enough, it was a good thing they were headed back to Steve’s place.

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