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♡ pairing- eddie munson x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) <3

♡ summary- while eddie tries to teach you how to play the guitar, you can’t help but get impossibly horny from the sight of his fingers. he soon gives you what you want, but if you stop playing, then he stops too.

♡ includes- SMUT, praise kink, hand kink lmao, teasing i guess, fingering, calls reader a slut like once i think, eddie cums in his pants, a shitty ending (come on, what do you expect?)

♡ a/n- please let me know what you think!

Eddie’s lap felt nice. So nice that you had to refrain yourself from squirming and wiggling against it, your head going a little dizzy while he explained each and every part of the guitar that sat in your own lap.

His big hands were on yours, the metal of his rings cool on your skin and the sight of his fingers, flexing and clenching, moving your fingertips to the right string on the right fret and strumming the chord. It had you near to drooling, letting out a soft whine from all the attention, though it was drowned out by the tinny, not-so-perfect strum of what you thought he said was an E minor, but through the haze that clogged your brain, you weren’t entirely sure.

“That was perfect, princess!” He beamed, reaching up to stroke at your cheek with his knuckles. It wasn’t perfect, not in the slightest, but Eddie was too lovesick, praising you with hearts in his eyes as per usual. “Doin’ so well for me.”

You shivered, his coos going straight to your pussy, leaving it slick and throbbing and he was so close, all he had to do was reach down and—

“Can you play it again for me, sweetheart?” His question fell on deaf ears- you were far too engrossed on his hands that gripped the neck of the guitar for you so it didn’t slip, his chest that was pressed so tightly against your back, fuck, he was just so—

“You better be concentrating, baby.”

Pretty,,

Eddie clicked his thumb in front of your face, he knew you weren’t listening, and you could almost feel the smirk that lifted his mouth.

“What’s gotten you so distracted, hm?”

You turned your head to gawk up at him, flushed in the face and completely dumbified by those lovely eyes of his — you could barely get any words out, only managing to let a few incoherent babbles slip.

“All worked up, aren’t ya, sweetheart.” He mockingly copied the pout that adorned your mouth, lifting a hand to your cheek and grazing the skin with his thumb before grasping your chin with a firm hold, bringing you even closer than before.

“Don’t you wanna make me proud, baby?” Eddie cocked his head to the side, those eyes still sparkling in the low light, all pretty and enticing like one of those sirens you had seen in a film one time,,

And you nodded— nodded so exuberantly, even before he had managed to finish the question he wanted to ask.

“Then concentrate.”

Oh, come on.

He was stern with his speech this time, eyebrows raised and all, and your shoulders slumped, another pout arriving in full force, sent his way. You couldn’t concentrate! Not now you were all worked up.

“But Eddie—”

“Thought you wanted to be a good girl.” He watched you stutter before puffing a defeated sigh. “There we go, do as I say.”

He guided your hands once again, though instead of assisting you further and using his own digits to press your fingertips tightly against the strings, he had you do it yourself, placing his hands palm-down against your thighs.

“Eddie, I don’t know how.” You whined, and in return he gave your thigh a little pat.

“Yes you do,” his lip quirked, “I know you do ‘cause I taught you— got real potential, baby, I can feel it.”

He pushed at your elbow, nuzzling his chin against your shoulder and watching the way your fingers struggled to remember the chord.

“Give me that E chord I showed ya, sweetheart.”

First fret. Pointer finger on the A string. Middle finger on the D string. Easy enough, right?

“Gotta press down real hard so it’ll sound nice- atta girl.”

・✫・゜・。.

Eddie had been through various beginner chords in the span of time you had been perched upon his lap, and it didn’t take long for his callused hands to start trailing, giving you complete control (of the guitar, of course).

You see, watching you concentrate real hard on his guitar and following his instructions, strumming and trying your best to make him proud. Fuck. The things it did to him, and while nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, he could feel his cock stir from underneath the confines of his beat up jeans. Oh god.

You had just finished strumming a concoction of chords, struggling to switch between them, though you still turned to him with a beaming smile.

“Did you hear that, Eds?”

“Course I did, baby. Y’did so good, real proud of you.” He pressed a quick, chaste kiss to the swell of your cheek before nudging it with the tip of his nose, urging you to lean your focus back onto the guitar with a simple utterance of keep going, princess.

Eddie’s hands pressed against your thighs, before his right hand slipped behind his guitar and cupped a palm against your pussy, the heel of his hand squeezing against your covered clit, easing a little whine from you as a response. You had paused your practicing, bucking your hips a little and sliding your head back against his shoulder, still riled up from mere moments before.

“No, come on, sweetheart, what’d I tell ya?” You whined again, his guitar slipping more and more out of your grip, and if Eddie wasn’t so pussy drunk, he for sure would’ve reprimanded you for not taking care of his precious guitar. “Keep playing f’me.”

“Don’t wanna-”

“Go on-” he cooed, nudging at your arm, “don’t want me to stop, do you?”

His pretty hands trailed idly before slipping one underneath the waistband of your pyjamas, pointer finger already running up the length of your slit, and he let out a rather harsh breath once he felt how soaked you were — the cotton that covered you all saturated and practically dripping.

“Shit, baby—” he moaned out, feeling you up with his other hand, groping and kneading at whatever skin he could reach. “been waitin’ for this, huh, princess?”

Eddie didn’t waste another second, stretching your underwear so far to the side, the sound of snapping elastic sounded and you would’ve scolded him, but— shit— you were so fucking turned on-

“Keep strummin’, sweetheart, don’t wanna leave ya all worked up.”

His fingers were on your clit, sloppily circling it with the pads and trailing down your folds to reach the arousal that pooled from your hole, all clenching and quivering, absolutely carnal and eager to be stuffed full.

And you tried— god, you tried so hard to keep up with your own fingers, plucking the same tinny chords over and over again— gotta keep goin’ and make him proud.

“You want em’, baby?” The cocky shit, he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and his unoccupied hand fixed your fingers on the fretboard so they were correct, how he could do both things at once, you hadn’t a clue. “want my fingers? Gonna fill you up, stuff you to the brim— fuck, s’almost makin’ my cock jealous, princess.”

Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your skull.

“Can you feel it? Know you can-” he dipped two fingers inside you, right to the knuckle, “so hard f’you, sweetheart, can barely cope with you grindin’ on me.”

“Oh— fuck, Eddie, please!” You cried out while he started to thrust his dexterous fingers in and out, in and out, so impossibly hard and rough, you couldn’t concentrate on the guitar in your lap, and yet again, it started to slip farther and farther away, almost to the floor beneath you.

He was far too engrossed now to notice the lack of music, whispering dirty fucking everythings into your ear and flicking at your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb.

He was stretching you out entirely, and you were sure it was for his cock soon, thrusting so fast and hard into your gummy walls, scissoring his fingers and curling them upwards to nudge mouth-wateringly against your g-spot.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck—

You threw your head back onto his shoulder at a particularly delicious curl of his fingers, and he leaned down to suckle at the hot, searing flesh of your throat, nipping and marking you up as his for the taking, and only his.

“Yeah, that’s right— there y’go-”

A pinch to your nipple and a bite to your neck, you clawed at the carpet and reached for the back of his head, fingers scratching at his scalp and curling around his pretty tresses, only to tug and pull in a daze.

“I know you like bein’ my little slut, baby, practically fucking drooling-”

“So good, Eds, you fuck me so fucking good—”

“Watch your mouth—” the hand that groped at your tits flew to your lips, pushing two fingers to rest inside your drooling mouth, much akin to the way his fingers pushed into your cunt at that exact moment. “Dirty girl, you gonna cum? I know, baby, I can feel it, fuckin’ clenching around me, can barely move.”

You were stuck in a flurry of dizzy stars, the love hearts in your eyes blown from over your pupils, babbling and crying out like Eddie was a fucking deity.

Oh, but he was. Truly, he was.

“Gonna- gonna cum— please can I cum? Please?”

Your speech was muffled around his fingers and you could feel him smirking against your flesh, though you managed to register the way his breathing picked up— rutting his cock against your ass like a dog in heat.

“Go on, you’re allowed— make a fuckin’ mess, god, you’re fuckin’ creamin’ me, babe.”

You grew stiff before the coil inside your stomach snapped, cumming hard all over his still pumping fingers and you quivered and jolted against his chest. You grew limp, all while your body spasmed, hole clenching and creaming his hand just like he said.

He was breathing hard into your ear, groaning and whimpering while you lay all fucked out.

“Shit, babe— just came in my fuckin’ pants.”

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