Eddie Munson One Shots

Road Trip: Part One

A/N: Hey warning on this one for light smut!! Both characters in this story are 18+, consenting adults, please read with care. :) <3

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This was it. It was really happening.

Corroded Coffin's first big gig. It was an underground show in Chicago and when Eddie told you, it was unbelievable. 

You were so proud of him, so you rushed to hang out with him to help him pack and prepare.

Sometimes you had no clue about what he'd do without you.

"Y/n, please come with us!" Eddie begged as he packed his travel bag, throwing everything in the old bag in messy heaps. 

You sat on his bed, "Babe, you know that I want to, but I have school, someone has to take notes for you and turn in your makeup work while you're "out sick"." 

You say softly as you help fold the clothes, placing them back into the duffle bag.

"I know you're going to kill it Eds." You finish as he pouts at you.

He sighs and shoots you a smile, you raise an eyebrow to his sudden change of tone.

"You know, if you just say I couldn't keep my hands off of you and you got sick, you could come with us." He said as crawled on top of you, kissing you deeply. 

Cupping your face, his rings cold to the touch.

You kissed him back and thought about it. "That honestly would be believable. Remember when I got the flu and when my parents came to check on me I had fresh hickeys?" 

He laughed and hid his face in the crook of your neck. "You know, I don't, I might have to.." 

He starts kissing your neck. "..jog my memory." 

You bite your lip as your hands trail up to his hair, your fingers getting lost and tangled in his brown curls.

He starts sucking on your neck, gentle at first, but when you let the small moans and curses out, he's encouraged to do more. 

Biting harder as your grip tightens on his hair.

Eddie would go to the ends of the earth to please you. 

His hands were trailing up your body, lining every curve and praising it all as he left marks all up and down your neck.

"F..Fuck Eddie.." You manage to say as you buck your hips, aching for his touch. He always chuckles at how needy you get.

"That's my girl." He says as he raises his head. 

"You know, we're getting our own hotel rooms in Chicago." He smiles at you. "Oh, wait, you can't." He says passively. 

You huff, and the next thing you know you're calling your parents that Eddie got you sick and that he's taking care of you. 

Your parents weren't totally happy about it, but they said they would pack you a bag to stay with him so you didn't get anyone else sick.

You and Eddie had been dating long enough and they trust you both. 

As you thank them, you hung up, smiling at Eddie. 

"You look good when you lie, sweetheart." He says as he kisses you again.

"My parents said they were leaving my bag on the front stairs, when should we grab it?" You asked him after you pulled away from the kiss. 

"Let's just go now, I'll take you out for food?" He says as he kisses your cheek. 

"Deal." You smile as he helps you out the door.