Eddie has always been so clingy and needy after sex. Like… ridiculously clingy and needy. He wouldn’t let you go for hours on end. He needed you to take care of him.

The two of you were at it for hours. Literally. Hours. It started off slow and romantic, but it quickly turned into rough and messy. And I mean rough. He practically pounded you into tomorrow. And now you’re here, panting softly, bodies sweaty, Eddie clinging onto you like a lifeline.

“Eddie, I gotta get up…” you mumbled into his hair, trying to escape his grasp.

“Mm… No, not yet, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs back, tightening his arms around you to prevent you from getting up. He slung a leg over your hips, nuzzling against your chest with a soft sigh.